It was 6:00 in the morning when Spike, Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Starlight Glimmer sat in the Sweet Snacks Café, and all Spike wanted to do was go back to bed. He was still fatigued by the events of the previous day... and night.

“What’s everyone having for breakfast?” Pinkie Pie asked chipperly, pen and notepad in hand.

“Coffee,” Rarity and Rainbow Dash groaned simultaneously.

“Make it three,” Fluttershy added.

“Four,” Sunset joined in.

“Four coffees,” Applejack told Pinkie. “And two hot chocolates,” she added, smiling at Spike, who smiled back.

This did not go unnoticed by Sunset, who quickly changed her drink order to cocoa, as did all the other girls, and Pinkie skated away.

“What happened to you last night?” Rarity asked Spike.

It had been a Tartarus of a day. It had started out pleasant enough, with him being booked for three dance lessons, the first of which was at 8:00 A.M. They went well, but Spike felt drained from the repetitive movement and constant smiling. He was so burned out that Discord let him off his shift at 1:00. That evening, he just wanted to curl up under his blankets and catch up on some much needed rest. And he was just about to when he heard three solid knocks on his door. Against his better judgment, he got up and answered it. It was Fancy Pants. That’s when Spike remembered he had agreed to be Fancy’s wingman in hunting through the resort’s bars for women. So, instead of staying in he went out.

“Now Spike, we agreed if you were going to join me in the pursuit of female companionship,” Fancy reminded him, “we would do it with a certain amount of decorum--Yowza, that’ll play.”

That’s when Spike saw her sitting at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. She was impossibly beautiful, with smooth tan skin, trim and fit with curves to die for. Her oval face was a work of art, with exquisitely defined features, its perfection emphasized by shining grayish turquoise hair that was pulled straight back from her temples and forehead, and her eyes gleamed like amaranth. She was deep-bosomed, wearing a red silk dress, the severe lines of which did much to enhance her slim figure. She seemed, at least to Spike, surprisingly frail and vulnerable.

“She’s a dream,” he thought.

She slowly turned toward Spike and her eyes flickered at him. There was a subtle change in the expression on her face, but little else to indicate that she acknowledged his presence. Then she smiled warmly.

“Now, let me handle the introductions,” Fancy said. “I think the approach requires a more elegant and understated--Sweet Celestia, she’s tall as a tree!”

She was indeed tall, as tall as Celestia. And that wasn’t just tall; she was tall like a mountain... with mountains. Imagine a mountain, then two smaller, yet delightful little hills stuck on the front.

“Hopefully, by week’s end, I’ll be scaling those twin peaks,” Spike thought.

“Pardon my friend’s ‘understated elegance’,” he said to her. “I’m Spike.”

“My name is Rain Shine,” she replied. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

Startled by the lady’s beautiful voice, Spike offered if he could buy her another drink. Rain Shine accepted and as soon as her second G&T arrived, she drew herself enticingly close to Spike and they started chatting. Fancy Pants winked at Spike, wished him luck, and left them. Spike ordered himself a Scotch and Rain Shine shared that she was visiting Las Pegasus to check in on her employees—the Kirin men and women she had loaned out to Flim and Flam for the resort’s spa—and to catch up with an old friend from college. Her English, Spike noticed suddenly, was as perfect as the perfect, gleaming smile she flashed at him. His Scotch was rich and smoky and he caught the faint whiff of an indescribably delicate fragrance that drew him almost hypnotically closer to her. She crossed her legs and the slit in her skirt revealed a honey-colored calf and a portion of her thigh. The movement was deliberately provocative. Her full lips parted slightly and Spike saw her tongue resting between the tips of her teeth.

His heart sank when he heard his cell phone vibrate and he saw that he got a text message from Rainbow Dash, reminding him that tonight was the night they were going to meet in Spike’s suite for the maiden voyage of his new state of the art X Station 7 game system.

“Why did I book so many things on the same day?” he thought.

Spike apologized to her as he paid for their drinks and bid her good night.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, handsome,” Rain Shine said with a smile.

Spike returned to his suite to find Rainbow Dash waiting impatiently for him outside the door. He opened the door for her and she immediately plopped herself on the couch in front of the living room TV.

“I can’t believe you got this,” she told him once she hit the cushions. “I’ve been on the waiting list for months.”

“Yeah, well, I’m connected,” he replied.

“Come on, one of your ex-gal pals got hired on as security for the expo, you’re not exactly mobbed up,” said Dash.

Spike shot her a nasty look and took her game controller from her.

“No, no, no! Sorry! Sorry! You’re mobbed up! You’re mobbed up!” she apologized. “So, what are you up for? We’ve got Grand Theft Carriage, Just Prance, and Call of Booty.”

“How about this?” he asked.

“Hot Shots Golf 2?” she asked. “Yeah, super. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a retired 70-year-old fart living in south Flankida. Come on! Put in a game where you can blow stuff up and/or drive your car into hookers!”

“Okay, but then ‘Golf,’”

They were soon joined by Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, and a pair of M.I.L.F.s Spike had met at the video game convention named Cream Heart and Milky Way. AJ’s, Sunset’s, and Fluttershy’s smiles might as well have been kisses caressing his cheeks when Spike held the controllers out to them.

“Why don’t we make a bet?” he asked them.

“What’d ya have in mind, Sugah?” Applejack asked.

“How about I fuck you all while you play a team match?”

Before Spike could even finish telling them his idea, the six women were already stripping off their clothes.

“All right, but we’re going to wear headsets while we’re doing it,” Sunset said as she pulled down her panties. “I don’t think you can handle it, so I wanna up the stakes: if you cum first, you’re our sex slave for the night, but if we cum...”

“You’re my sex slaves!” Spike stated without a second of hesitation.

“Deal!” the six women said.

Cream Heart had just finished logging them in—into a game lobby that she was one of the creators of, which consisted of exclusively all female gamers—and setting up their party when Spike used his new ability to magically gather the dust in the room and formed five copies of himself.

“Time to press some buttons,” Fluttershy smiled.

The women switched their headsets on and Cream Heart purred into her microphone, “Hurry, baby, put it in before the match starts.”

Female voices mumbled through the ear pieces.

“Is someone about to start having sex?”

“She sounds hot, are you hot?”

All six Spikes grinned as they slid their cocks into each woman’s moist slit.

“Oh, Faust,” Cream Heart moaned breathy into her mic.

“She’s about to get boned,” “This is really gonna distract me,” the other players said.

The match began and the Spikes started to thrust into their women; slowly at first, then they picked up the pace with the first two kills. Sunset took a moment to adjust after killing an opposing team member.

“Shit, that feels so good baby,” she breathed.

Sunset headshot a guy, mainly due to him standing still, as Spike #2 slammed her pussy, his balls slapping against her swollen clit.

“This is awesome,” Rainbow Dash groaned into her mic as Spike #4 played with her tits. “You whores should try it.”

“Now for the kill!” he thought.

He twisted Dash’s nipples and she moaned, “You cheating... asshole... holy shit! Fuck!” she screamed in a moment of ecstasy.

“You’re losing,” he rubbed it in as he continued bottoming out inside her.

“Wait, we have a guy in this lobby?!”

“Yep!” Cream Heart shouted into her headset. “And he’s got a big dick!!”

The women slammed down on their respective Spikes faster and faster as they (the Spikes) fondled the ladies’ breasts and pinched their nipples and clits, all while the women were popping off headshots and screaming into their mics as the other players cheered them on.

“Fuck the Tartarus out of her, dude!”

“Give it to her, hard!”

“This is the best game ever!”

“I guess this is the closest you losers are ever going to get to real sex!” Fluttershy shouted as she kept bouncing up and down on her Spike (#3), barely able to hold her controller. “Oh, sorry...”

Applejack glanced at her Spike over her shoulder, hunger in her eyes, and she roughly pulled his head to hers and stuck her tongue down his throat.

“If you’re gonna play dirty, ya better fuck me good!” she said.

“Oh, Spike, your giant joystick feels so good inside me!” Cream Heart moaned. “Ahhh! Yes, yes! Shoot your load into my soaking wet hole!”

He was definitely pushing all the “right buttons.”

“Oh, yes! Keep sucking on my tits, Spike; and I’ll keep riding your cock until my pussy is filled with your cum!” Milky Way added.

“Wait, Spike!?”

“Aunt Luna, is that you?!” he cried.

Spike #5, the one who was doing Cream Heart, was so startled from hearing Celestia’s sister’s voice that his cock slipped out of Cream Heart’s vagina and up into her anus.

“I see you... mmm... found the secret entrance,” she said. “Mmm... Mmm! Mmm, fuck yes! Oh, yes, yes, YES!! Fuck me deeper, harder! Keep smashing my butthole with your cock! And keep rotating my control sticks with those fingers!” She was talking about his hands on her breasts. “Ah! Fuck! Oh, Spike! I’m... I’m gonna... I’m cumming!”

The women screamed together in one collective climax and Spike’s clones dissipated back into dust. By the time he was done, Cream Heart’s tongue was hanging out of her mouth as his head came to rest on Milky Way’s breasts.

“That was... amazing!” Sunset moaned.

“Achievement unlocked,” Spike thought.

“Do you gals always game like that?” he asked them.

“No... Sometimes I’m naked... close to 90% of the time... or in something silky and naughty...” Cream Heart replied.

“I want a rematch!” Rainbow Dash demanded between gasps. “That nipple tweak wasn’t fair!”

“Hey, all’s fair in love and war,” Spike replied.

“And this is definitely war now,” Sunset countered as she pounced on him.

Ever since his experience with the ghosts in Suite 2339, Spike had been awfully depressed. But after being inside Micro Chips’ video game—and his late night session with six women—he had cheered up quite a bit. He sipped his cocoa, cocking an eyebrow over the rim of his cup. Then he nudged Applejack and pointed to a woman coming into the Café.

It was Twilight.

She looked terrible with her new big, thick, black-framed glasses. Spike and Applejack saw her personal deck of cards tucked into her vest pocket. That was not unusual. What was unusual was that they also spied a card counting book tucked into her vest as well.

Spike sighed. “Well, as much as I would like to stay and have breakfast with you gals, there are a couple of young ladies who need me to help them brush up on their clog dancing.”

He paid for all of their meals and as he passed Twilight on his way out, he didn’t give her as much as a sideways glance.

“Girls!” she cried.

“Don’t shout, darling,” Rarity whispered.

“Guess what I just bought,” Twilight said.

“Something overpriced that you don’t need?” Rainbow Dash retorted.

“Two tickets to Mareoon 5! The question, though, is which of you to give the other one to?”

The girls all groaned in reply.

“Come on! Let’s go out, get a little crazy!” Twilight said.

“No,” they said one after another.

“Why not?” Twilight asked.

“It’s loud,” Rarity answered.

“It’s crowded,” Fluttershy added.

“And when you get there, it’s Mareoon 5,” Applejack grumbled.

“Plus a single beer’s no less than ten bucks,” Dash went on. “So there’s another hundred down the drain... just for me.”

Sunset also declined Twilight’s offer.

“Fine, I’ll have a much better time with Starlight,” Twilight said. “What do you say? Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“No!” Starlight stated. “No, Twilight, it won’t be fun! This stopped being fun when you started ramming it down our throats!”

“Well, excuse me for showing you lame losers a good time!” Twilight huffed. “Find another friend who cares, because this one’s done caring!!”

And she stormed off.

“I don’t need them!” she scoffed. “I can have fun all by myself!”

As soon as Twilight was gone, the six women all shared a smile.

“Good!” Rarity exclaimed. “She bought it!”

Spike was making his way through another tall, dark Scotch, wondering why he hadn’t seen Celestia since the video game convention, when Fancy Pants found him sitting at the bar in the Midnight Lounge later that day.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Drake,” Fancy greeted him. “Who might be up for a wee bit of mischief?”

“Discord?” Spike answered.

“No! Us! So, what say, Spike? An evening out? Capers and jests? And I assure you wherever the night takes us shall forever remain entre nous,”

Spike remained quiet, not because he was tired, but because he was too lost in his thoughts to make conversation. Graduating college and trying to find time to spend with Celestia had brought back many memories from when he was a boy.

Ever since he had turned thirteen, Spike had been attracted to his adoptive mother. This attraction began to take form that summer when they went to the beach. And every year that went by, Spike looked at Celestia as a beautiful woman first and as his adoptive mother second. He’d had plenty of girlfriends, but none of them really seemed to be “the one.”

“Tell me something, Spike. What do you need this job for?” Fancy inquired.

Spike consulted his drink for a moment, and then raised his handsome eyes to meet Fancy Pants’.

“I mean, I think I understand why: you like what you’re doing and you’ve made a name for yourself in your profession,” Fancy went on.

“Sure. Spike Drake, the guy that can play through a whole shift without making the customers scream any louder than normal. Great name I’ve got,”

“And you’re modest about it all!” Fancy Pants said, slapping Spike on the shoulder. “I know how highly regarded you are. For all my efforts, getting out of bed in the morning, staying fairly sober, dealing with all sorts of people, mostly unpleasant, I am regarded by a handful of people whose opinions I don’t value. I couldn’t kick the habit of being rich. I’ve always lived like a millionaire and I couldn’t learn to live any other way.”

If there was one thing Spike didn’t like, it was somebody slapping him on the back and howling in his ear about what a great man he was. But Spike kept his composure; Fancy Pants meant only good fellowship and he was a good friend.

“But you...” Fancy went on. “You remind me of my boy, Nolan.”

“You have a son? How old is he?”

“Oh, he’s grown up,” Fancy Pants answered. “But back to my original question. Even if you hadn’t been a successful male model and spokesman who’s good at gambling, or absurdly skilled in any of the other talents I know you possess, if you ever wanted money, all you would have to do is yell for Mother.”

Spike smiled at the other man and sipped.

“You don’t know her like I do,” Spike replied.

Fancy Pants shook his head.

“No, but I know she’s very beautiful, kind, caring, loving, and generous,”

“Every single one of those to a fault, especially when it comes to me. Every time the other boys at school would talk about how big her breasts were, I would shut them up by saying, ‘they have to be to hold her big heart.’ She adopted me when she was twenty; I was four going on five. I just turned twenty-three, so that makes her...”

“Forty-two or forty-three?” Fancy sputtered into his Scotch. “Why, she doesn’t look a day over twenty-nine!”

“Yeah, well, the yoga she does thrice a week keeps things ‘where one wants them’,” Spike replied. “She loves me so much you’d think I was triplets. She wouldn’t let me out of her sight. Everything was done for me. After college, I tried to break away, but I always kept coming back. I really do love her.”

Spike jiggled the ice in his glass and looked down at the amber remains of his drink. He took another deep swallow and thought about Celestia again; how she took care of him herself and didn’t hand him off to some nanny or governess. They weren’t related by blood and that was a good thing, Spike always thought. Celestia and Barbara were roommates in college. In fact, Celestia was the one who first introduced Barbara to Spike’s father. If it hadn’t been for Celestia, Spike wouldn’t even exist.

Spike sighed when he thought about how much he and Celestia had in common. Like him, she spoke fluent Jockeypanese, she liked cheese and pepperoni, and she played piano and didn’t need to rehearse. She was independent, alert, aware, and there wasn’t a single thing she couldn’t do. She had several PhDs, she read almost every night, and she had an IQ of 192. She had won (among other things) a scholarship to Pranceton, Woman of the Year, a Nobel Prize, and volunteered her time at the Canterlot Zoo! She didn’t smoke, nor did she laugh at dirty jokes, and her shoes always matched with her purse. Whatever street she walked down, everybody turned around to get a second look. Even when all the parents came for visitation day, Celestia was the youngest, and prettiest, mom on the whole campus.

Then Spike remembered one time, after he’d turned 18, a simple embrace led to a little playful wrestling, which led to him kissing Celestia on the cheek... then on the lips. He thought of her soft, creamy, naked flesh during all the nights on their vacation. He thought about her pale magenta eyes, of her hair tumbling about the fragile structure of her face, of the evocative swell of her breasts, the shade of her nipples, and the curves of her body.

Truth be told, he would spend his last coin on her. She was the most important person in his life... and she always would be.

“I think she loves you more than just as a son,” Fancy Pants said.

“You’re serious?” Spike asked.

“Of course, I’m serious,” Fancy replied. “I mean, you’re both adults, you love her, she loves you, and you’re not related by blood, so what’s wrong with a little hey-hey?”

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Spike said. “I’d never knock it as long as there was a little love involved.”

“Are you saying that there isn’t?” Fancy inquired.

“On my part, not much,” Spike said honestly. “I love her but I can’t help but wonder what my mother would think, my birthmother. What would she say?”

“Well, I’m sure she, and your father, would want you to be happy,”

“Could I?” Spike asked. “Could I really love Celestia like that? Could I really love my mother’s best friend who raised me like I was her own?”

“Even if your luck ran out, I believe you could,” Fancy said sincerely.

“Okay, let’s say you’re right. Let’s say you’re absolutely right,” Spike hypothesized. “Then that means that I can’t change myself any more than you can change yourself. And any man who says he can is a liar.”

“Spike, most people don’t expect their significant others to be perfect just because they fell in love with them,” Fancy said. “But I don’t think it would hurt for you to give Celestia the same chance at happiness that she gave you.”

Fancy Pants got up, paid for his Scotch, and Spike’s, and left him with a lot to think about.

Later that night, Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Rarity followed Stellar Flare through the double doors of her penthouse. She had planned a night of luxury with some friends and she thought that her daughter and her friends would like to join them, to which the girls quickly agreed. The only reason Starlight didn’t join them was because she was working the evening shift.

“Wow!” Sunset breathed. “I forgot how amazing this place is.”

Pinkie Pie, Trixie, Moon Dancer, Coco, Sassy, Fleur, Adagio, Aria, Sonata and Tempest were already there. Fleur and Coco were sitting on one of the sofas, wearing sheer lingerie and mud masks. Fleur’s white negligee was so short it barely covered her heart-shaped derrière. Coco’s baby blue nightie was a little more modest and went down to just past her rear. Trixie was on the sofa closest to the stereo. She was wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of panties, so her legs were clearly visible; and she held a firm grip on its remote control as she vigorously shuffled through the playlist. Moon Dancer sat on the carpet in front of her, dressed in a pair of short shorts and a T-shirt that was stretched to the point of bursting, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Sassy was reclining on the other sofa, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a little crop top that ended just below her breasts. And Pinkie, decked out in pretty pink lingerie, was pouring drinks for Tempest and the Dazzlings.

“So, what do you want to do first?” Stellar Flare asked the girls. “Anyone want highlights, or how about a makeup sesh? Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve had a sleepover!”

“Anyone up for a little Rock ‘N’ Roll?” asked Rainbow Dash.

Stellar Flare got her gaming system ready to play while the girls assumed their roles: Dash on lead guitar, Applejack on bass, Rarity on keytar, Pinkie on drums, and Sunset on vocals. Then Stellar picked up a second guitar. Their hair shook as they sang and danced while matching the notes on the TV screen to the song’s beat. Pinkie shouted, “Drum solo!” before Stellar exclaimed, “Big finish!”

After a few songs, Stellar asked, “Who’s in the mood for room service?”

“Whoo!” they all cried.

“Party on!” Pinkie declared.

Sunset had just tracked down the room service menu when the double doors that separated the bedroom from the living room swung open. It was Celestia, Chrysalis and Rain Shine. Each woman was dressed in a diaphanous gown that clearly delineated every full, sensual curve of her body. Moving regally into the room, they made themselves comfortable.

“You have chicken fingers?” Rain Shine asked as she read the menu. “I would like to try some of these.”

And she did, as well as popcorn, pizza, licorice, chocolate, and ice cream, among many other things.

“These energy drinks pack a punch!” Pinkie exclaimed.

Steaming baths and a hot meal topped off with two glasses of wine each put everyone in better moods. Later, Rarity emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and drying her hair with a second towel.

“A forty minute shower and the water is still hot,” she sighed. “I think I may finally be clean.”

Sunset had changed into red silk pajamas and somehow managed to talk Applejack into letting her brush her hair after she and several of the girls painted their toenails. Sunset had chosen “Pretty in Pink” while Sonata chose “Safari Yellow” and they wished that it was Spike blowing on their toes until the polish dried. No one was surprised that Fluttershy decided to braid her hair, but they were shocked that she did her nails. They were even more shocked that she chose black polish... and gray eye shadow... and purple lipstick.

“You think I need more makeup?” she asked them. “Or... that I look weird. Is that it?”

Rarity shook her head. “No! It’s just so unlike you.”

“You throw a great slumber party, Mrs. Flare,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without Pinkie Pie,” she admitted.

“Hey, what are friends for?” Pinkie smiled in reply.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Chrysalis asked as she sipped another glass of wine. “The nineteen of us, having a quiet night in with drinks, trashy magazines, cookie dough, Twister...”

“You know, Applejack, you really should wear your hair loose more often,” Sunset said as she brushed her friend’s long blonde locks.

“Like I need more length,” Applejack replied.

“No, look,” Sunset said.

She stopped brushing AJ’s hair, put the brush on the nightstand by the bed, picked up a hand mirror, and held it out in front of Applejack. She was right. Her hair seemed to grow more beautiful, more opulent with each long, flowing stroke.

“It really brings out your smile,” said Sunset.

“I guess I just have a lot more to smile about these days,” AJ answered. “And it’s all thanks to Spike.”

The mention of Spike’s name caused every woman to let out a sigh. Each lowered their eyes and bit into their lower lips, hoping they were his favorite. Stellar Flare smiled and leaned in close to her daughter and her friends, namely Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fleur, Moon Dancer and Trixie.

“So, what’s Spike like in the sack?” she asked them. “Is he shy and gentle or is he rough like an animal?”

They all looked at her, almost stunned.

“I could understand this kind of behavior from an oversexed adolescent,” Rarity said, “but you’re...”

“An older woman?” Stellar asked. “Middle-aged? All the more reason to grab some youth. There was a time in my life when men would invent little tricks and schemes to get my attention. Well, now I’m the one who schemes a little to get theirs. That’s not too unfair, is it? But don’t be too concerned. Someday even that won’t work. But don’t judge me until the bloom is off your rose, honey.”

Rain Shine gazed over at Celestia, and noticed the dismal look on her friend’s face.

“Tell me what torments you, and perhaps you will be freed from it,” Rain Shine said.

Celestia was silent, lost in thought. She knew that Spike was interested in the fairer sex (so much, in fact, that he was practically obsessed with beautiful women) because all through his teenage years, he spied on her constantly. She tried to never let on that she knew, but she would catch him checking her out when she was decently clothed, in some state of undress, or in the shower. Although, unlike most mothers, who would grow angry and take steps to stop it cold, Celestia was pleased by the growing attention... and did nothing to prevent or end it. By the time Spike was eighteen, Celestia grew more aroused.

As she lay in bed the previous night, she thought about her adoptive son, as she had every night since he had turned eighteen. She ran her fingers over the side of the bed that lay empty, and she was swept with a shivering anguish. She dreamt of him, of his emerald eyes. She wanted him beside her, touching her. Celestia wondered bleakly if he would ever come to her with husky laughter on his lips and the bright fire of passion in his emerald eyes. That was the one thing he kept from everyone. That was what he held away, like some sacred prize.

“I’m such a bad mother. Having these thoughts about Spike... they’re just wrong,” she thought. “I’m in love with my best friend’s son. And that’s something I can’t tell anyone about. Ever! I have to bury these feelings deep in my heart. Maybe then, someday, I can forget.”

She was temporarily broken from her thoughts when the women’s conversation somehow shifted to Spike’s mother, Barbara. Celestia knew how much Spike loved his mother and how much he missed her. Barbara meant so much to him and then she was taken from him. And even after all these years, he was still in pain. They just wanted him to be happy, because if he wasn’t happy they weren’t happy.

“Spike dreams of his mother because she made him happy,” Celestia said. “But she’s not here to make him happy.”

“But he has all of us to do that,” Pinkie replied. “We can make him happy.”

“Oh, yes, you can make him somewhat happy by making him laugh or doing nice things for him, but that’s not enough because he’s at an age where he wants someone extra special,” Celestia explained. “A woman who not only makes him feel better, but one that he can honor, cherish, and protect for the rest of his life.”

“You mean... a wife?” Rarity asked.

“I know the very woman,” Fluttershy said. “She’ll do everything for Spike that Celestia says. So, I am willing to offer myself to him.”

“What?” Moon Dancer asked. “I was thinking the same thing!”

“So was I!” Coco added.

“I was too!” Applejack said.

“Me too,” Dash joined in.

“I’m the only one who can make Spike truly happy!” Trixie shouted.

“None of you can make him smile the way I can!” Pinkie argued. “So I should be the one proposing!”

“Quiet, quiet, now, we have quite a problem here, don’t we?” Rain Shine asked. “So, let’s try to find a solution. It seems we all intend to offer ourselves to Spike, which, of course, will never do because it’s too confusing. Well, I think I can solve that problem: I think that we should invite him up here and the one of us he likes the most gets to pop the question.”

“I second that!” Fluttershy exclaimed.

“I third it!” Moon Dancer added.

“I fourth it!” said Applejack.

“I’ll agree to it because I’ll win this contest!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

The rest of the women, even Celestia, agreed.

“Then it’s settled,” Chrysalis said. “Let’s do it!”

Later, Spike rode the elevator up to Stellar Flare’s suite, thinking about Celestia and what he planned to say when he got there. It was the best invitation he had received in a long time, but he was in a bind. He had wanted Celestia but the fact that she was his adoptive mother kept him from being with her. He didn’t want her to be just another notch in his belt, another woman to be “loved” for a night or a week or a month, swept up by the infamous Drake charm and into a vortex that spun off all scruples or principles or thoughts of tomorrow. But she, Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Trixie, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Moon Dancer, even Rain Shine and Chrysalis, he believed that they all deserved better than him.

It had been hard enough trying to convince himself that he only wanted to talk with Celestia, to try to make her see that she was killing him by avoiding him the past few days. Oh, his motives had been noble enough when he exited the elevator, but as he walked down the hall to Stellar’s penthouse, he found himself thinking about Celestia even more. She was not mean, she was bighearted, trusting, friendly to everyone—what better qualities, or rarer ones, could be found in a woman these days?

Spike knocked on the door to Stellar Flare’s suite and it swung inward. He stood in the doorway, astonished.

“I see you got my invitation,” Stellar said.

There she was, with Applejack, Sunset, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Trixie, Moon Dancer, Coco, Sassy, Fleur, Adagio, Aria, Sonata, Tempest, Chrysalis, Rain Shine and Celestia. Their eyes were all warm, playful—and just a bit challenging.

“Perfect, they’re all here,” he thought.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and gape like a school boy?” Stellar asked. “Or are you going to come in?”

He entered the suite, closed the door behind himself, and walked through to the bedroom, gazing upon them. Most of the women were seated upon the bed, their legs curled beneath them. The light played all over them, enhancing the curves that teased him beneath the evocative gowns. It made their hair gleam, and their skin seemed to gleam too.

“They’ve all been telling me how great you are,” Rain Shine said.

“Oh, have they, now?” Spike replied.

They saw the sweat breaking out on his forehead. It was difficult for him to stand in a room with a plethora of half-dressed women as well-endowed as these and insist that he wasn’t the right guy for them.

Rain Shine’s face brightened into a brilliant smile.

“You’re nice,” she went on. “No, you’re wonderful.”

“No, I’m not nice,” he told them. “And I’m not the man for any of you. You deserve the steady, sincere type. Me, I’m wrong, a no-good guy. Ask anybody. I used to cheat at cards before my luck came in so strong the percentages let me play honest. I never make promises I can’t keep. I drink too much, I stay up too late, and I don’t close the cover of the match folder before I strike a light. I couldn’t be true to the finest woman who ever lived.”

“Hog wash!” Applejack exclaimed. “We all love you, Spike. You learn fast, you’re honest, you don’t go out of your way to make trouble, and the kids love ya like mad when you’re teaching them how to dance.”

“And we’ve all seen the way you look at us,” Chrysalis added, a coy smile on her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever laid out to get a tan for a week straight without you checking me out at least once.”

Spike tried to argue with them, but he was at a loss for words when the women slowly started taking off their clothes. First their tops, then their bottoms, followed by any and all bras, and finally their panties.

He stared at them as they stood before him, graceful and feminine.

It was a literal Las Pegasus buffet of beauties.

As soon as Celestia stripped down to just her panties, the motherly part of her wanted to say, “Close your eyes. You shouldn’t have to see me like this. Don’t look at me, please.” But she said nothing, nor did she try to conceal her great, round, high-riding breasts; and across her milk-white shoulders and past her breasts, flowing over and around them like silk, spilled her gleaming tresses.

“Take yours off,” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“You don’t have to be shy around us,” Stellar added. “Take them off.”

Spike gulped.

His heart was pounding as he began to unbutton his vest. After that came his shirt. They heard his vest clunk heavily to the floor beside the bed. Then he dropped his pants and his shorts together. In seconds, he stood entirely naked.

He was flung onto the bed, and Fluttershy was quickly atop him. The sheets were crisp, clean and warm. Spike was startled by Fluttershy’s touch when she picked up his large hand and smoothed her small fingers over it. The room fell silent as Fluttershy studied Spike’s hands very carefully.

“These hands, so rough and worn in the service of others... and yet, they’re beautiful. They hold great strength, yet touch with such tenderness,” she said.

Spike was trembling as he looked up at her.

“I used to think that dying was better than surviving day after day, living with guilt...” he said. “But then, when I almost froze to death, you saved my life. I realized that, even in that video game, our lives were real and still had meaning. Thank you for helping me to see that.”

His tone was earnest and his voice was soft, and it was a calming salve against the fears that had lived with Fluttershy so long.

“Spike...” she whispered.

He made love to her first, with great tenderness, then a searing and shattering passion, and she was cast into a realm of ecstasy that paled to the other times she had given herself to him. One by one, he had his way with them: everything from giving and getting oral sex from Fleur, Sassy, Tempest and the Dazzlings, to sixty-nineing Moon Dancer, with her sucking him off on top while he licked her from below. Her crotch was already soaked when he started sucking.

“Your tongue... It feels so good...” she moaned. “More, more...”

When he had finished with Moon Dancer, she was entirely sated and spent, and thoroughly dazed. He groaned again and again. There was nowhere upon him that the women’s lips did not brush his flesh. His teeth nipped against Applejack’s buttocks and his tongue ran hot and wild over her spine while she indulged herself, teasing the fine muscles of his chest, his tightly muscled rear, and bathed his shoulders with her kisses. Rarity went after Applejack. Pins loosened from her indigo hair and fell to the floor as she met his eyes. The soft tendrils curled over her bare shoulders, the full, soft, white mounds of her breasts rising with each breath she took, her eyes liquid blue pools shining like diamonds. He had never seen her more desirable. Longing seared through him and he shuddered from the stark heat of it.

“Spike, I am very sorry I only went out with you to make myself feel better,” she said. “I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said. “You’re not the first woman to hurt me like that.”

Rarity felt awful, but she knew how to make it up to him.

“It would be an honor to give my virginity to a gentleman like you,” she told him, her voice caught in her throat.

Spike smiled as he kneaded her soft marshmallow ass. Even her breasts felt like marshmallows as he played with her nipples. She was half-sobbing when he rose above her at last, and she screamed with incredible pleasure when he plunged deep, burying himself within her. She screamed again when it was over, the sensation was so strong. Embarrassed, she buried herself against the slick dampness of his chest and tried not to think of all the things she had done. When she found her strength again, Rarity helped guide Spike into Coco. He took it slowly with her at first, but she quickly demanded more. After satisfying her, Sunset and her mother crawled over to him.

“Stellar...” he began.

“Mine will feel much better than Sunset’s. I promise,” she said.

Both women pinched their own nipples as Stellar sucked his cock and Sunset licked his balls. They both knew how to use their tongues very well.

“How is it?” Stellar asked.

“Are we going to make you cum soon?” asked Sunset.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so good I think I just might,” he answered.

Stellar mock-pouted, and then smiled.

“Well, that’s not fair,” she said as she started giving him a boob job. “We want to feel good too, you know.”

“Come on, Mom!” Sunset whined.

“Oh, stop it,” Stellar replied. “You’re such a brat! Just have him play with your boobs. I’m going to have fun with his dick for a while.”

Spike could tell from the moment he met her that Stellar Flare was going through her sexual mid-life crisis; she came onto him hot and heavy. Now, after a minute of foreplay with her boobs, she wanted him to take her for a ride.

“Wow. I’m impressed you haven’t cum yet,” she said. “I’ll tease you with my pussy next.”

Sunset shoved Stellar aside.

“Move!” she exclaimed. “His dick belongs to me, Mom!”

And she started riding him like a pony.

“You feel sooo good inside me!” she sighed. “Harder! Pound me harder!”

“You think I’m going to sit here and watch you try to humiliate me by fucking him like an amateur?” Stellar asked. “That’s not how you get someone off! I’ll show you how to do that!”

And she positioned herself over Spike’s mouth.

“Ooooh, yes!” she moaned. “Right there! Stick your tongue in more!”

“Mom, does it feel good?” Sunset asked.

“Yes, Spike really knows how to use his tongue,” Stellar answered.

Sunset pinched her mother’s nipples, forcing her let out a scream. After ten minutes, they switched positions so that Stellar was on her back while Spike pounded away at her. Stellar looked over at her daughter and saw Sunset playing with herself while she watched them.

“Mom. Can... I... sit on your face?” Sunset asked timidly.

“Come here,” Stellar said.

Sunset nodded as she sat over her mother’s mouth.

“Mom, does my pussy taste good to you?”

“So good!” Stellar replied.

“I can’t anymore! Momma, I’m gonna cum!”

“I’m going to cum, too!”

The two women flushed as they came together and collapsed on the bed.

“Did he make you cum, Momma?” Sunset asked Stellar.

“I did. Spike was so good. He felt amazing,” she said. “You know, you have a really sexy moan.”

“You too, Mom,”

And they shared a kiss.

Spike gazed over at Celestia and saw that she had been doing her best to restrain herself. He strode toward her and she lifted her arms out to him.

Celestia seemed to radiate sunlight. Spike leaned back to take her all in. It took him a while. He had never seen Celestia look at him as she did then. Staring up at her son through eyelids half-closed, her lips parted, and cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame.

“Mother--” he began.

“No! Don’t call me ‘Mother’,” she said as she guided his hands to her breasts. “Call me ‘Celestia’.”

Those huge, massive, watermelon-sized, impudent, H-cup breasts were driving him wild; they were way more than a handful each.

“An indescribable amount of volume and softness,” he thought. “There is no match!”

He thought she was going to reach out and pull him onto those lovely erect nipples. But she didn’t. Spike held himself in check, aware by now of a distressing urgency building within him. His desire was uncontrollable.

Now, more than ever, Spike lusted for Celestia’s body. He wanted to touch and feel and caress and embrace her. He wanted to be deep inside her, but even as lust consumed him he took a tender care with her, greater than any he had exercised before. He moved closer and felt the length of his body against hers. She was incredibly warm, the entire length of her. Then he paused, his heart slamming against his chest, for he knew that if they went any further, they wouldn’t be mother and son anymore.

“Celestia, I want you more than I have wanted any woman in my entire life,” he said. “But I don’t want to do this... if this is not what you want.”

Celestia smiled as she brought her hands up to Spike’s face and cradled his cheeks. They felt so soft on his skin. He could see the beginnings of tears forming in her eyes.

“Spike, you don’t have to suffer because of me. When I look at you, I can’t believe that I have raised someone so wonderful. You’ve grown into a kind, handsome young man and if I were any prouder of you, my heart would burst,”

She leaned up and to Spike’s (and everyone’s) surprise, gently pressed her lips to his. Her whole body flamed when she broke the long, intimate kiss.

Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long... You’re so much like your parents... I kept my distance, I’ve been avoiding you because... because I was afraid... afraid of falling in love with my best friend’s son,” she confessed.

Her eyes were full of love as she spoke.

“This is exactly what I want,” she said. “So please, I want you to make love to me. I want you to pound my soaking wet pussy to your heart’s content. Can you do that... please?”

Spike swallowed and then nodded. It was strange for Celestia to speak of herself this way, but Spike was feeling very turned on by it. They both wanted to express their absolute love for each other and this was the ultimate means. She was no longer his adoptive mother and he was no longer her adopted son, and the fact that she was forty-something and he was twenty-three made no difference at all. They were both beautiful people who would gladly give themselves to each other and wanted nothing more than to satisfy one another and be together.

He began to stroke her body, and she had never known such care from his hands, such tenderness. He touched her so lightly that she arched, aching to feel more of his palm against her breast. He breathed and nibbled at her earlobes, and his tongue drew a fiery trail down her throat, over her collarbone, and into the deep valley between her breasts. And again she writhed and arched to meet him when his mouth fell over her nipples and sucked upon them slowly. His hands wandered and roamed and found the moist center of her, and she cried out as she spread her legs, welcoming him.

He started slowly, gently, as he threaded his fingers through her hair and she curled hers into his. He tilted her face to his and her knees began to tremble and her breath came in ragged pants. Spike kissed her hungrily, pulling himself even closer to her. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest and he could feel them heaving as her breath came faster.

Breaking the kiss, she reached her hand down and began caressing him, gently at first, then more vigorously, raising him to rigidity—pulsing, throbbing, and ready to drive. Her fingers traveled up his back, then across his neck to his shoulders and down his chest. She kissed his shoulder; then he felt the heat of her tongue licking it.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said.

She rolled over so that she was on top, and sunk deliciously onto him with a wondrous ease that left him breathless, and he heard her pleased gasp as she straightened up and began to straddle him, her head thrown back, her marvelously firm, upthrust breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him.

Spike tightened his buttocks as he found himself driving up to meet her, thrust for thrust, as she ground her pubic bone against his. She was crying out softly with each movement. He got a firm grip on each of her buttocks and started pulling her down upon him, helping her on each downstroke. Her groans told him that this was precisely what she wanted as her tempo increased and Spike found himself stretching tightly into her, rising violently now to meet her every thrust.

It felt so good he never wanted it to end.

“I let you drink my milk, and my Champagne,” she said, “now I want you to fill me with your cream.”

It was so surreal. Spike was balls deep in Celestia and she was smiling like a school girl. He opened his mouth to speak, but she closed it with a kiss. It was a deep, searing and tender kiss. Her tongue delved into his mouth again and again. It filled him insinuatively, and then withdrew, and each time his lips parted more in anticipation to meet her tongue with his own.

Spike cast his head back and let out a roar of pleasure and triumph that could have shattered the whole building. He had never known passion so fulfilling. They melded together, one body, one flesh, each aware only of the other, each seeking only to please the other. The flashpoint came for them both, exploding in overwhelming ecstasy. They spiraled upward, each thrust taking them higher and higher until their glory burst upon them.

Celestia’s heart’s desire had come true. Spike did want her. There was no doubt in her mind that Spike loved her. She lay quietly in his arms, her head on his chest, savoring the feelings that filled her. It had been more than she’d ever dreamed. It had been perfect! She sighed and nestled against him contentedly. She wanted to stay in his arms forever. She didn’t care about anything but being with him and pleasing him. She loved him. He meant the world to her. They both finally had what they had wanted, what they had longed for.

“Thank you for being patient, Chrissy,” Spike said. “Now... have you made up your mind? Do you want the ‘deluxe package’? Just like the one I gave Celestia? Or do you want... the full treatment?”

Chrysalis had been watching his naked back and tightly muscled buttocks as he made love to Celestia. She wanted the same passionate, frenzied response that he had drawn from Celestia. She wanted her lips parted and damp, and slightly swollen by his kiss, her eyes open and heavy-lidded with desire.

“You... make it sound like an easy decision, Spike,” Chrysalis replied. “I mean... th-the way you had Celestia cu-cumming over and over... and over... I’d love the ‘deluxe package’! But... I... I am an in-inexperienced l-lover.”

“Really, even after Thorax, Pharynx, and all those other kids you’ve had?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Well, Spike is l-like... it’s like if one encountered a-a mythical creature... like a dragon... a-a rare experience! N-no way any female could turn down such a thing! Sooo... f--f-full treatment?”

“Gooood choice, Chrissy,” Spike replied. “Good choice!”

Her long legs were incredibly smooth and soft as he ran his hands along them. He had barely started probing her and she was already beginning to whine.

“Nggh... Now! I’m ready now, Spike! Plunge it in!!!”

“Patience, Chrissy,” he told her. “For the ‘full treatment’, we build your climax slowly. Trust me... it’ll be worth it.”

“B-But your cock looks so--- nfh! C--Craaap...”

“You need your stress point massages even more than I do,” he said as he began to rub her down.

“What erotic nonsense!”

“There! Feel that knot?”

“Th-That’s good...”

“Feel that tension slip away? With you completely relaxed from head to toe, there’ll be no stopping the sparks once they start flying! And that’s when I’ll really give it to you!”

“Enough, Spike,” she moaned as he pinched her own nipples. “I’m ready... f-for your cock... now.”

“The way you’re squirming, I thought you were enjoying this,”

“I never denied that... However! Your cock being so close to my lips... i-it pleases but also... frustrates! My pussy... twitches... I’m leaking... at least stuff your cock down my throat,” she said. “I demand that you attend to me now!”

“You want it the way I did Celestia?” he asked, twirling her nipples between his fingertips. “Slow and deep?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Then hard and playful?”

“Yes!!”

“Then merciless through every last orgasm?”

“YES!!!”

“No,” he said. “You’re getting double that... and more! IF you behave.”

Chrysalis whined even more. “Spike, I-I am at my limit! If you were to plunge it in... right now... I would cum all over your cock!”

“Good,” he said. “But let’s do better than that.”

Spike spread her thighs wide and every little touch, caress and stroke was intensified. Then he kissed her cooch.

“This isn’t easy for me, either,” he shared, “with you all frustrated and eager... and soaked. I’m sooo tempted to plunge it in. So warm and inviting...”

She quivered when he pulled away.

“It’s going to feel soooooo good when I finally sink it in! I promise!”

“I’m ready now! I’m ready to get my anal cherry popped! I want you to fuck all of my holes!”

“Very well,” Spike said. “Now, turn face down, ass up.”

Chrysalis rolled over and spread herself wide open.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes... just like that... gorgeous,”

“You know, Spike, I’m beginning to forget why I am so willing to submit to you,” Chrysalis said as her lashes fell over her eyes. “Why don’t you come over here and remind m--EEK?!”

Her lashes flew open and she rocked forward, causing her triple-F-cup breasts to do wonderful things.

“Well? Did I jog your memory?”

“YES!! Take me, you wild man!”

“Ohhh... Oh, yes! Look. See how easy you came?” he asked her. Her pussy was overflowing. “All this from just the first few strokes!” he said. “That’s what foreplay does to you.”

“S-Spike... d-don’t stop! I want you deep inside me! Fuck me! OHHh!”

“That’s it, don’t resist!”

Spike grabbed Chrysalis’s hair and pulled hard, yanking her head back.

“You like that, you little slut?” he asked. “You like my big cock ramming into you?!”

“Yes! I’m a pervert! I’m a dirty, filthy whore!” Her words came in a fierce hiss of fury. “Punish me! Punish me!!”

Spike became even more aroused by her confession.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to sit right for a week!” he shouted as he slapped Chrysalis’s ass.

She let out another loud moan as he inserted a finger into her anus.

“Since you’ve given one route such a thorough workout, I want you to give the other route the same courtesy!” she said. “Mmfpgh! Attack my ass! Fuck me like I’m your bitch!” she wailed. “I’m not just some Las Pegasus whore! I’m YOUR whore!”

Chrysalis’s vulgarity shocked Spike, but he mercilessly pounded away at her, and she was screaming, begging and pleading.

“Harder, faster, deeper... Ung! Oooh! More! Yes! More!! Oooh, Spike! OOOH!! I can’t take it! I can’t take it anymore! I’m gonna... I’m gonna... gonna... gonna... AAAHH!”

Spike finally released, filling Chrysalis to the brim, and the overflow tricked down from her anus and into her totally drenched pussy.

“Mmmmmnh... Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh yesssssss...” she drug out.

But Spike was far from done. Finally, it was Ran Shine’s turn. Her amaranth eyes glowed softly, the command in them was impossible to deny.

She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him gently to her. She lowered her face to his and she kissed him, her lips opening over his with a fierce directness that aroused him again almost instantly. The kiss was full and warm. There was a delicacy, and yet a passionate intensity to it—beautifully controlled and modulated; her tongue probed deeply. For a second, as she pulled gently back, her teeth tugged gently on his lower lip. Then she rested her cheek against the hair on his chest. She seemed to take an impish delight in moving her cheek back and forth over it. She could do that all night.

As she began to ride him, he was caught up in the eager lust of this elegant creature. Then Celestia and Chrysalis joined her! Chrysalis squatted over Spike’s mouth while Celestia positioned herself between Chrysalis and Rain Shine.

“It’s like I’m fucking three giant latex pillows!” Spike thought happily.

When they were done, the women panted with looks of joy on their faces.

“That was f-fantastic...” Rain Shine slurred.

Spike struggled to sit up, but couldn’t find the strength. He turned his head up to look at Celestia like he had as a boy, and gave her a smile.

“Tell me the story,” he said.

“What?” she asked tiredly.

“The story, about Mom and Dad,”

Celestia smiled back.

“Once upon a time, a brave knight married a beautiful princess who wanted a son...” she began. “Well, on fifth day of a golden summer, the knight and his bride were strolling through the woods when they came across a small purple egg. And out of the egg hatched the handsomest little prince they had ever seen. They raised him as their son, and for years they were happy. Unfortunately, the noble knight and his beautiful bride passed away, leaving their little prince in the care of the mighty Dragon Lord. Until one day, when another princess...”

“Who was just as beautiful as the prince’s mother,” Spike said.

Celestia blushed. “... paid a visit to the Dragon Lord. This princess also wanted a child, but sadly, she couldn’t have any children of her own. The Dragon Lord took pity on the young princess and gave the prince to her,” she went on.

“And the princess and the little prince were happy,”

“So the princess took you home with her and every night at bedtime, she would tuck you in and say: ‘Who’s the luckiest, kindest, handsomest prince?’ And you would say...”

“‘I am,’”

“And she would ask, ‘How did you ever get so lucky and handsome?’ And you’d say...”

“‘I was born that way,’”

“Then she would ask, ‘How did you ever get to be so kind?’ And you would say...”

“‘I had a good teacher,’”

Celestia blushed even harder. “And she would say, ‘Tell me your name, little prince.’ And you would say...”

“‘Prince August Comte Louis Francis Maurice Frederick Beauregard Drake. But you can call me Spike,’”

“And she would say, ‘Can I call you Spikey-Wikey?’ And you would say...”

“‘No, just Spike,” he stated. “Unless we’re dating, then you may call me Spikey-Wikey.’”

“And we would laugh and laugh and laugh. And I would tickle you...” Celestia tickled Spike until he giggled. “... and you would laugh too. And you would fall asleep with a great big smile on your face... and an even bigger smile in your heart.”

“I love that story,” Spike said as he closed his eyes.

Celestia kissed Spike on the lips. “Good night my handsome prince,” she said as she stroked his hair and kissed him again on the forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Her arms wrapped tightly around Spike. Her chin rested on his forehead, and she stroked his hair. The rest of the women smiled with tears in their eyes as they all curled around Spike while Celestia sang him a lullaby.

As sleep overtook them, Spike thought that no matter what happened, he would always belong in this very special woman’s arms... and in her heart... and she would never let him go.

Spike awoke the next morning to find himself back in his own bed, in his own suite. He swore that he had fallen asleep in Stellar Flare’s bed, in her suite, where he had been the heart and soul of probably the greatest one-man-nineteen-women orgy in the history of orgies.

“The girls must have brought me back here,” he thought.

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw all nineteen of the women he had pleasured the night before, all curled up in his bed... including Celestia.

Dear Celestia, so soft, so warm, so molten when the early morning Sun leaked through the drawn blinds to paint streaks across the bed, across her tumultuous body. So dear that even now he could not think of her without feeling the aching need for her.

Spike smiled as he carefully got up and walked into the bathroom.

He took a quick shower, so as not to wake them, and brushed his teeth. He was admiring himself in the mirror, his chiseled torso on full display, still dripping wet from the shower, a towel hanging around his waist, the lights reflecting off his gorgeous skin, when the door suddenly opened and Starlight Glimmer strode in...

As Starlight stepped back, her cheeks burning, she made the mistake of looking down. Another wave of horror and odd fascination washed over her as she realized Spike wasn’t wearing pants.

“Oh, my Faust, sorry!” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“Starlight, what are you doing here?” Spike asked.

Starlight couldn’t help but wonder the same question.

“What am I doing here?” she asked.

“Turn away!” she yelled at herself in thought.

She fought the temptation to peek, but she couldn’t help but look at Spike again, her eyes glued on the stunning body a mere yard away.

“Damn,” Spike thought. “I’m standing here in a towel and watching a poor girl flush with embarrassment.”

That’s when he realized that the towel was no longer around his waist, but at his feet. And he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that he was naked and without a towel -- in any case, he made no attempt to cover himself up. He just stood there clothed in nothing but a confident smile, making no move to hide his body.

Starlight gulped and tried not to stare at him, especially his crotch, but her eyes still strayed to his cock.

“Faust, he’s so big!” she thought.

She finally pulled the door shut... only to find the other 19 women staring at her (or rather, they’d been staring at the same thing she had been).

Spike reemerged from the bathroom and he and his women dressed in his shirts – the ones that the Shadowbolt Five had turned pink during the prank war – and started parodying the iconic dance scene from Risky Business, complete with most of the girls on guitars, Pinkie on drums, and Spike mouthing the words to Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock and Roll!” into his hairbrush.

Spike slid in first, followed close behind by Applejack and Sunset Shimmer, then by Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, who were followed by Rainbow Dash and Rarity, and they were followed by Trixie, Starlight, Moon Dancer and Coco, then by Celestia and Chrysalis, Rain Shine and Stellar Flare, and finally Fleur, Sassy, Tempest and the Dazzlings.

Later at afternoon, Spike met up with Fancy Pants in the Midnight Lounge.

“Good morning,” he said happily. “What a beautiful day!”

“So, I take it you had a nice evening,” Fancy assumed.

“What you’re looking at is a man who managed to pick up not one, not two, or three, or four, or even five honeys last night!” Spike told them. “Nineteen.”

Fancy sputtered into his drink.

“Nineteen? The man’s got a harem!”

“I assume that included Miss Soleil?” he chuckled heartily.

“You were right, Fancy. There is literally no one like her! I think she may be the one. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s funny... be-a-u-tiful!”

Speaking of Celestia, she entered the Lounge shortly after and pulled Spike aside, to a secluded booth in the back. She looked worried. Neither had expected as much happiness and joy as they had since they came back to Las Pegasus. Spike could tell that she was thinking about his parents. That this woman, his mother’s best friend, who took him in after his own mother died, fed him the milk of her breasts, took care of him, and raised him, could be who he was meant for.

She deserved to be happy!

“Don’t tell me you have regrets about last night,” he began.

“No, Spike, it’s not that, I just keep wondering where I went wrong,”

“Mom--Celestia,” Spike quickly corrected himself, “you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll admit I was a little bothered because you’re the one who adopted me, but you have given me more happiness than I could ever repay. You were so sweet and kind and patient with me, and every time you would tell me the story about Mom and Dad, it helped me more than you could ever know. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would have happened to me... And I love you even more because of it.”

“And I love you,” she replied. “But I’ve been thinking about our relationship and how everything has changed. I feel guilty... and I feel selfish. I’ve never been with anyone, even since before your mother and father died. And when that happened it was like a part of my heart went with them. Then you... Even though you were so young, you seemed to have a maturity about you. I knew you were going to grow up to be a fine young man, just like your dad. In fact, as I watched you grow you started to look like him more and more each year. By the time I shook your hand and gave you your diploma, I swore I was looking at him instead of you. I used to look at you and compare you to the pictures of him, Barbara and me when we were in college. You look so much like him... I loved your father and that’s--I think that’s why I fell in love with you. But I knew he and Barb were soul mates, they were meant to be together.”

Celestia started to cry.

“I feel so ashamed of myself,” she went on. “What was I thinking?”

“You love me, and I love you,” Spike said. “If you deny your feelings for me, then yes, you are being selfish. But if you accept those feelings, and mine, I really don’t see a problem. You do love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,”

“And I love you. And it doesn’t bother me anymore that you raised me,” he said. “Did you mean what you said last night, about calling you by your name and not ‘Mother’?” he asked.

“I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea... at least in public,”

“Then how should I treat you?”

“How about you treat me as your girlfriend,”

He hesitated only a moment. “Okay.”

And that settled it. She was no longer his mother, but his M.I.L.F. girlfriend.

“How the Tartarus did that happen?” he thought.

As they left the Lounge, they both felt much better... until they crossed paths with Twilight and she started to tease him.

“Aren’t you a little old to be holding hands with your mommy?” she asked.

Spike gazed at her, trying to keep the love and admiration from ruining her attempt at displeasure, and failing.

“Shut up!” he snapped. “Is it so bad that she and I have become...”

“Closer,” he and Celestia said together.

They smiled as they brushed each other’s cheeks with their lips. Then they walked to the door to see Rain Shine off.

“Thank you for a wonderful night, Spike,” Rain Shine told him.

As her limo drove away, Spike couldn’t help but sigh.

“I’ve fallen for that big, beautiful woman... But you’re still my favorite,” he said softly, sincerely.

And he kissed Celestia’s cheek again.

Later that night, back in his suite, Spike confronted his harem.

“This kind of relationship dynamic is one I have to navigate clearly and fairly,” he told them.

“What are you saying?” Sunset asked.

“I’m saying that for an arrangement like this to work, I have to divide my affections evenly among you so nobody feels neglected or left out... even if I can create as many clones of myself as I want,” he explained. “Which means, sometimes one of you is going me to herself, other times others will. Does that sound fair to everyone?”

“O-Oh yes, of course!” Fluttershy agreed.

“That also means that you will all have to share me,” he added. “Am I understood?”

All nineteen women nodded in agreement.

“Good,” he stated.

And then they were at it again. As he made love to them, his affections made them more eager. The more worked up they got, the more ambitious they became. Eventually he was working them into a frenzy!

“Really, Spike?” Dash asked. “How can you have any fluid left in you?”

By nightfall, Spike walked to the bar in his suite and poured himself a drink. He reached for the bottle of Scotch, emptied six ounces into a glass and swallowed it in three gulps.

After six rounds with Celestia, so closely timed they could have been called one long round with brief intermissions, he needed it. Not for reasons of alcoholic libido or stamina; Spike Drake never needed artificial means of summoning either.

Spike felt his beloved’s arms wrap around him again and he smiled.

“So, what do you say -- what happened in Las Pegasus stays in Las Pegasus?” Celestia asked.

“Deal,” Spike said. “Wait. You mean everything everything?”

“We’ll see,” she smiled sweetly.

They returned to his bedroom and he lay down beside her. His arms did not come around her until she nudged her buttocks against him and sighed softly. Then he held her, warm and secure against him, his hips to her derrière, his hand resting upon and below her breast, and for that she was glad.

Next time: Spike’s odds are stacked against him when he faces off against Filthy Rich in the Las Pegasus Poker Tournament... but Diamond Tiara becomes the key to the final outcome of the game.