The day started with Rainbow Dash teaching Spike how to play tennis... with mixed results.

“See, Spike. That’s the right way to hold the racquet while you hit the ball,” she told him.

“I’m sorry, Dash, but I just can’t seem to get the hang of it,” he said. “Why don’t you hold me properly and fix my posture?”

“Oh no, I’m not falling for that again!”

Dash had already tried to help Spike “correct his form” when she reached around him and took his wrist in hand, but she caught on to what he was doing when he stepped back into her as she nestled her body against his.

Spike laughed as he looked over at Ace, the main tennis instructor, who was teaching a pair of teenage girls with bad hair (and even worse fashion senses) named Surf and Turf.

“Excuse us, sir,” said a voice. “When will you be free to teach us?”

“Just a minute, ladies,” Ace said. “I’ll be right--Whoa!”

His and Spike’s eyebrows shot up when they saw a pair of women in tight white polo shirts, really short white skirts, and white tennis shoes walk onto the court. One had a mint green hair and golden eyes, the other had shoulder-length blue hair with a pink streak and ice blue eyes, and both had fantastic legs that led up to well rounded rears and incredible breasts that their outfits did none too well of hiding.

“Think you could show us a thing or two?” the one with mint hair asked.

“Yes,” added the other. “We’d love to get some lessons from a talented coach like you.”

Ace was by their side in a second.

“Where did those two sluts come from?” Surf asked.

“I don’t know, but they, like, just seduced our handsome coach away from us,” Turf replied.

“We were here first!” Surf exclaimed.

“It’s obvious he likes us better!” the blue-eyed newcomer replied.

“Ladies, please!” Spike shouted as he stepped between the two pairs of women. “There’s no need for this!”

“It looks like I’ll have to separate you into two groups and assign a new coach,” Ace said.

“I know the perfect way to settle this,” Spike put in.

He pulled Ace aside and spoke to him in a whisper.

“A tennis match to decide who I’ll coach?” he asked.

“It’s crazy, I know,” Spike admitted, “but watching them prance around in their tiny skirts should make up for it,” he said as he jerked his head toward the two new girls. “And I’ll tell you what: I’ll referee so all you have to do is watch.”

Ace quickly agreed.

“All right,” he said. “You’ll compete for which of you gets to have me as your instructor. Surf and Turf will be one team, and...”

“Lyra,” the mint haired girl said.

“Bon Bon,” added the other.

“And Lyra and Bon Bon will be the other,” Ace finished. “Spike, ladies, take your positions!”

Spike stood off to the side as Lyra served the first game. She bounced the ball once and knocked it over the net as Turf drilled it back. She was aggressive with her return, so much so that it didn’t land inside the lines.

“Out!” Spike shouted.

Surf served the second game. She lobbed the ball into the air before hitting it over the net and Bon Bon hit it back with just enough power that Turf wasn’t able to hit it back before it bounced a second time.

“Point! Thirty, love!”

Bon Bon served and Surf darted off to the side, taking the ball on her backhand and hitting it over the net with a nice spin so that it dropped short, making Lyra scramble to hit it back.

“Point! Forty, love!”

Lyra and Bon Bon called a quick time out to catch their breath and have a drink of water.

“I told you, I’m terrible at tennis,” Bon Bon said to Lyra. “Good thing our looks give us an unfair advantage.”

“And having the ref on our side doesn’t hurt,” Lyra replied.

It was true. Spike had been leering at them throughout the entire match.

“We’ve got this!” they told each other.

“The ref has been favoring those two the entire game,” Surf told Turf.

“We can’t lose to these sluts!” Turf replied.

Both pairs returned to the court and Turf got ready to serve. It didn’t last long and Lyra and Bon Bon came out on top.

“Game!” Spike shouted. “Lyra and Bon Bon win!”

“I can’t believe this!” Turf exclaimed.

“I’m leaving,” Surf said. “I’m not sticking around to hear them gloat.”

Lyra and Bon Bon catapulted into each other’s arms and swung around.

“We won! We won!” they cried happily.

“That was an impressive game, ladies,” Spike told them. “Congratulations.”

“We couldn’t have done it without you,” Bon Bon said.

“Yeah, you were so biased,” Lyra added.

“What?” Spike asked. “What are you talking about? I was not--”

“We’re really grateful,” Bon Bon replied.

“If there is anything we can do to properly thank you...” Lyra led on.

“Well, let’s take a walk and see where it goes from there,” Spike said.

That was not quite the response they had been hoping for, but they both smiled and said, “Okay.”

“So, you gals live in Las Pegasus?” Spike inquired.

“No, we’re just here on vacation,” Lyra said.

“We’ve been here about two weeks now,” Bon Bon added.

“You like it so far?” Spike asked.

“Oh yeah,” Lyra answered quickly.

“It’s been pretty boring,” Bon Bon added honestly. “Until now, that is.”

She and Lyra walked with Spike and Rainbow Dash inside to the Café and they chatted about tennis. They saw Discord seated at one of the booths with Twilight sitting across from him.

“Lyra, Bon Bon, this is Discord,” he introduced them. “And Twilight,” he added. “Dash and I met Lyra and Bon Bon on the tennis court. I had their backs in a fight.”

“It wasn’t really a fight,” Lyra replied.

“We just banded together against a couple of bitches who were hogging the instructor,” Bon Bon added.

“And all they got was a view of them winning,” Rainbow Dash finished.

“Hey, Spike, do you have any plans for tonight?” Lyra asked.

“No. Why?”

“Well, Lyra and I were planning on having dinner at X Sushi and drinks in the Midnight Lounge after,” Bon Bon said. “And we’d like to treat you as our way of saying thank you for getting Ace to coach us... if you’re interested.”

“You had me at ‘drinks’ and ‘lounge’,” Spike replied, “Two of my favorite words, right between ‘refill’ and ‘bacon.’”

“Or is there some rule against fraternizing with the guests?” Lyra inquired.

“Technically, I’m a guest too,” Spike answered. “I’m just teaching dance here because I love it, and I was recommended by the previous instructor who retired a few days ago.”

“Give me your number and I’ll text you the details,” Bon Bon said.

Spike typed his number into her cell phone and she called it to make sure it worked. It did.

“It was nice to meet you,” she and Lyra told Discord. “Catch you later, sexy,” they said to Spike.

Spike slid into the booth next to Discord, a broad grin on his face.

In the few days that he had been there, it had been golden day had followed golden day. And he had won four cars from slot machines!

In addition to the yellow 2010 Camaro SS, he won a green 1969 Camaro RS, a black 1967 Impala Sedan, and an orange 1969 Charger R/T Hemi.

For the moment, everything was perfect... until Twilight spoke to him.

“I gotta admit, I’m a little impressed that you would have any friends like Lyra and Bon Bon,” she said.

“What are you talking about?” Spike asked. “I got a bunch of gal friends.”

“I meant a lesbian couple,” Twilight said.

“What are you talking about?” Spike repeated.

“I think Lyra and Bon Bon might be lesbians,” she elaborated.

“Yeah, I got that vibe too,” Rainbow Dash added.

“Why, because you think they were checking you out?” Discord asked.

“No!” Dash replied.

“Oh, they were totally checking you out!” Discord teased. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You do tend to give off that kind of vibe... and get that kind of heat.”

“Shut up!” she told him.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Spike said to Twilight, “but Lyra and Bon Bon aren’t lesbians. If they were, they wouldn’t have called me ‘sexy’.”

Before anyone could say anything more, Fluttershy entered the Café and slid into the booth next to Spike.

“I need you all to help me with Zephyr Breeze,” she said. “He went with Tree Hugger for the weekend to visit her family, and I guess they rubbed off on him, because he came back with a soul patch.”

“No,” Spike said.

“Oh, wow,” Discord added. “So that means you’re the older sister of Mister Idiot, Esquire.”

“I tried to tell him that it’s lame, but he thinks it’s cool and retro,” Fluttershy went on. “He crumbles under pressure from you all, so please let him have it. I mean it, really lay into him!”

“All right, here he comes,” Spike said.

Zephyr entered the Café and slid into the booth next to Twilight.

“What’s up, guys?” he asked.

“Hey, welcome back,” Spike said. “Got a little soul patch action, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, well, what do you think?”

“I think it’s pretty cool,” Spike replied.

“What?” Rainbow Dash asked. “No, you don’t.”

“I’d go as far as to say retro,” Discord added.

“Wow. Okay, I gotta admit there was a part of me that thought you guys were gonna mock it,” he confessed. “Well, thank you. I’m going to go wash up.”

Zephyr got up and headed for the restroom and Fluttershy slammed her fist onto the table.

“What the Tartarus is wrong with you guys!?!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Spike said. “At first, I wanted to go along with you, but then I realized, the more we say we like it, the longer it stays on his face.”

“And keeps on giving,” Discord added as he and Spike fist bumped.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t abuse him,” she said. “One time I wore fake fur, one time, and I never heard the end of it!”

Spike put his arm around Fluttershy’s shoulders. He knew how much she loved animals, and would never do anything to deliberately hurt them. He gave her a kind smile and she smiled back as Zephyr Breeze returned.

“Hey, did you give the patch a little comb through?” Spike asked.

“A little bit,” Zeph admitted.

“I didn’t think you could improve it,” Discord said.

“But you did,” Spike finished.

After breakfast, Spike and Rainbow Dash played one-on-one on the indoor basketball court. Well, Spike was shooting hoops while Dash was asking him about the other lady he had been hanging out with.

“Fleur, huh?” she asked.

“Fleur,” Spike confirmed as he landed another basket.

“Good shot!” Rainbow Dash told him.

“Ten bucks behind the line?” he asked her.

“Sure, shoot till you miss,” she replied.

Spike scored again.

“She’s staying here at the hotel?” Dash inquired.

“Room 520,” Spike said after scoring another basket. “But you should know that since you cleaned her room and then you, Starlight and Fluttershy ‘borrowed’ some of her dresses for an evening.”

Spike shot again—another basket.

“The man’s on a role, ladies and gentlemen!” he announced.

“So, she’s really been saving herself for you all these years? Did you get a look at her ring finger?”

Spike had, and he didn’t see a wedding ring. Nor did he see a tan line to indicate that there ever was one. He swung his arm and threw overhand.

“It’s good!” he exclaimed.

“Listen, there’s a difference between a one-night stand and a meaningful relationship with an unattached millionairess,”

“I’m not thinking about her that way. Fleur could be more than a one-night thing,”

“She’s going to do a number on you,”

“I appreciate the concern,” Spike said as he threw the ball backwards. “Whoo!” he shouted. “That’s fifty bucks you owe me!”

“Fifty?” Dash asked. “Well, fifty says either you or her will be in someone else’s arms before the week is out.”

“That’s a bet,” Spike said.

And he continued to nail shots.

After basketball, Spike was strolling through the casino when he caught sight of Lyra and Bon Bon at the slot machines and walked towards them. He was going to tell them that he was looking forward to tonight, but he stopped when he saw Lyra and Bon Bon kissing and his smile froze on his face. He quickly looked away. Then he glanced back at them, his smile gone.

He put his hands to his forehead.

“Son of a buck!” he cursed softly. “Twilight was right!”

As he rode the elevator up to his suite, Spike tried hard not to think about Lyra and Bon Bon, but the more he tried not to think about them, or what he just saw, the more he did. A part of him had always found the concept of girl-on-girl hot, but now that he had seen it, he felt dirty. The doors opened and Twilight entered the elevator.

“How was basketball?” she asked.

“It was good,” he said shortly.

“Did you run into Lyra and Bon Bon again?”

“Yep,”

“And...?”

“I saw them kiss,” he admitted.

“I told you so,” she said.

“You don’t have to hold it over my head,” he replied.

“What are you doing?” she asked as Spike pulled out his cell phone.

“I’m going to text Bon Bon and tell her that I’m not feeling well,” he said.

“I thought you were going out with her and Lyra,”

“I’m not feeling well,”

“Unbelievable!”

“What?”

“You are a homophobe!”

“Excuse you?”

“You were going to have dinner with them, you found out they were lesbians, and now you’re cancelling on them,”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“You and I both know damn well that if Lyra and Bon Bon were both straight, you would be getting ready to go out with them right now,” she said. “And the fact you’re not, makes you a homophobe.”

“You keep using that word,” Spike quoted. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“Excuse you?”

“Allow me to break it down for you: ‘homo’, a prefix meaning, ‘human’ or ‘human being’, which, somehow, over time, has become associated with homosexuality,” he explained. “And ‘phobe’, a suffix that comes from ‘phobus’, meaning ‘fear’. You are calling me a ‘homophobe’, and to call me a homophobe, would mean that I have a ‘fear of homosexuality’, which I do not. I do not ‘fear’ homosexuality, nor do I have a fear of homosexuals.”

“Well, ‘phobe’ and ‘phobia’ can also mean, ‘a strong dislike of something,’” Twilight replied. “And while you claim to not have a ‘fear’ of homosexuality, you obviously haven’t been acting like you like or even mildly tolerate it, either. Tell yourself whatever you want, but I think you don’t wanna hang out with anyone that’s a homosexual,” she told him as the elevator doors opened.

“All right, I will go have dinner with Lyra and Bon Bon. If nothing else, just to prove to you that they are not lesbians! Which! They! Are! NOT!!”

Spike picked out a tight red collared shirt and even tighter black slacks with black leather loafers. He looked in the mirror in his bedroom as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, constantly turning and looking himself over while Discord and Zephyr Breeze watched him.

“Aw, our little man’s going out to dinner with a couple of ladies,” Discord said with mock pride. “I think I’m going to cry.”

“Speaking of which, you got any advice for me?” Spike asked.

Discord was caught offguard—he almost didn’t know what to say.

Key word: almost.

“Well, I’ve never been down this road myself,” Discord said, “but the best advice I can give you is this: Just because a woman likes women, it does not make her any less of one herself. And I know you’re an ‘ass man’, so if you’re going to even mention theirs, whatever you do, do not say that they’re big. No woman ever wants to hear that! And finally, treat them like you would any other lady. No! Treat them better than you would any other lady! Better yet, treat them better than you would your mother—your birthmother or Celestia!”

Spike exhaled. He could not believe that he was taking dating advice from Discord (a man who had never been on a date in his life) of all people.

Then Spike looked at Zephyr Breeze and saw that Zephyr had some powdered sugar on his soul patch, which Spike guessed was left over from the French toast Zephyr had for breakfast.

“Hey, Zeph, you’ve got--Oh, wait, wait, wait. You know what? That looks good. You should bleach it!”

“Oh, man, that’d be fierce!” Zephyr exclaimed.

“Did you just say ‘fierce’?” Spike barely managed to contain his laughter. “Dude, that’s cool.”

Spike checked his cell phone when he heard it vibrate and he saw a text message from Bon Bon.

“We’re down in X Sushi. Hope you’re hungry. See you soon, sexy!”

When Spike entered X Sushi, Lyra and Bon Bon waved him down. Bon Bon was wearing a little white dress while Lyra wore a little green dress. Both wore high heels and their legs looked even sexier than he remembered.

“We’re glad you came,” Lyra said when he showed up.

They smiled as he told them how gorgeous they looked. They were soon joined by Rarity, Fluttershy, and Zephyr Breeze. Sunset brought them water and sake while they watched a baseball game on the TV behind the bar.

“Oh! I got that guy on my team,” Bon Bon said.

“You play fantasy baseball?” Spike asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Me too,”

“Who’s on your team?”

“Oh, well, I just got Hock Fetlock,” Spike practically bragged.

“More like Hunk Fetlock,” Lyra said, to which Bon Bon quickly agreed.

“You two think he’s hot?” Spike asked.

They both said, “Yes.”

“Good to know,” he thought.

Spike was relatively at ease for the rest of dinner, especially when the chef arrived and cooked the main course right in front of them. His quick reflexes with the knives were mesmerizing as he filleted bits of beef and shrimp on the grill and tossed them into the group’s open mouths, and Spike impressed the girls by catching every single piece that came at him.

“Here’s something that I had hoped never to say to my younger brother,” Fluttershy said. “Zephyr, you have a little rice in your soul patch.”

Spike was surprised Fluttershy could see it, because he couldn’t; especially after Zephyr had bleached it. He was even more surprised by the fact that Zeph had somehow managed to bleach his soul patch in the amount of time it had taken Spike to ride the elevator down from his suite and enter X Sushi.

“Stop knocking the patch, Sis,” he said arrogantly. “You’re the only one who doesn’t like it.”

“No, you’re the only one who does,” she replied, trying to keep her cool.

“Okay, let’s ask Rarity,” Zephyr said. “She knows fashion. Rarity, what do you think of this bad boy, huh?”

“Yes, Rarity, tell him,” Fluttershy said. “What do you really think? And please, don’t hold back.”

“Okay. What’s out? Soul patches. What’s in? Not having soul patches,”

“Well, Spike likes it,” Zeph said.

“No, I don’t,” Spike admitted.

Lyra and Bon Bon didn’t like it either.

“See?” Fluttershy asked.

“So no one thinks this is fierce?” Zephyr asked.

Rarity gasped.

“Oh, my goodness, did you really just say that word in my presence?”

Lyra and Bon Bon paid for everyone’s food and they left arm in arm with Spike in between them. Later, in the Midnight Lounge, Soarin mixed them drinks while they listened to the Dazzlings sing “Sweet Little Lies.”

“Scotch on the Rocks,” he said to Spike, “and a Shirley Temple for each of the ladies.”

Lyra took a sip through her straw before telling Spike, “Seriously, try this.”

Spike looked at the concoction of ginger ale and grenadine, and the maraschino cherry that garnished it. Then he took a small sip and was surprised by how sweet it was.

“Wow. That is refreshing,” he said honestly.

Lyra and Bon Bon looked at each other before looking back at Spike, who seemed to be more focused on the Dazzlings than on them. They noticed him squirm throughout their performance, despite his best efforts not to. His cheeks were as red as his shirt and his stomach felt as tight as his pants. When the song ended, Bon Bon asked him if something was wrong.

“Yes, there is,” he told them. “Girls, there’s no easy way for me to ask, so I’m just going to come out and say it. Are you in a relationship with each other?”

They both gave him a perplexed look.

“We’re best friends, if that’s what you mean,” Lyra said.

“No, I mean more than ‘just friends,’” Spike replied.

“Wait, you mean--” Lyra began.

“You thought we were--?” Bon Bon added.

“Lesbians,” Spike finished.

He hung his head, ashamed of himself for even asking.

“Is that why you’ve been--?” Bon Bon began.

“Acting like a jerk?” he replied. “Yes. I have been feeling awkward ever since I saw you two kiss in the casino this afternoon.”

“Spike, that’s just something we do,” Lyra said.

“I mean, seriously, why can’t two people, men or women, who are best friends, just go out together and enjoy themselves?” Bon Bon asked.

He told them he felt exactly the same way whenever he went out to brunch with Thorax, his college roommate.

“Spike, if something bothers you, just tell us,” Bon Bon said as she took his hand in hers. “I may look like a porcelain doll—fragile and very expensive—but I promise I’m not. We should have been a little more up front with you. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” he apologized. “I let my stupid prejudice almost keep me from coming tonight. That’s no excuse for how I’ve been acting toward you. I really am sorry.”

“Hey, how about we play a game?” Bon Bon suggested. “Twenty questions. You can ask us 20 questions—anything you want to know about us, the nature of our friendship, or in general.”

“All right,” he said.

The first thing he wanted answered was if a guy could get them off/make them cum. They both said yes. They even added “very easily.” Then he asked them about their sexual preferences and style: “Are you screamers or are you more relaxed,” that sort of thing.

“Sometimes I like to scream,” Bon Bon admitted, “but I’m usually very quiet, with little moans and whimpers.”

“Do you like it rough or a little more sensual?” he directed at Lyra.

“I love it rough,” she said. “I love to be thrown onto the bed, hair pulled, panties ripped off.”

“Now, do you like to be rough?” Spike added.

“No,” Lyra said. “I like to be dominated.”

“Well, if you found the right guy, how often would you prefer to have sex?”

“Every single day,” they both said.

“Every single day?” he echoed.

“Sometimes more than once a day, I would hope,” Lyra said.

“So, when you are in bed with a guy, what is your favorite position?”

“I love to be on top,” Bon Bon said, “because everything is inside me and I can move the way I want to. Let me tell you, the detachable shower head was the best invention for women.”

Spike instantly wanted to know more about that.

“What have you done with that?” he inquired.

“We turn it on to pulsating and we play with ourselves, and each other, down there, and we cum in a couple minutes,” Lyra said.

“And you do that often?” he asked.

“Every single morning,” Bon Bon answered, “and sometimes when we’re not even together.”

“Wow. You masturbate every single morning,” he breathed. “So, do you think about each other when you do that or... what do you think about?”

“Honestly, I fantasize about me with Lyra and a man,” Bon Bon said.

“And I think about me with Bon Bon and a man,” Lyra added.

“We both love the threesome,” Bon Bon went on.

“So, what is it about the other that turns you on?” he asked them both.

“Honestly, it’s her tongue,” Bon Bon said. “She really knows how to put her tongue to good use. No other girl can lick my pussy as good as she can.”

“And I like the way she touches me, especially my tits,” Lyra replied. “We have just such a good connection. I can’t say that I’ve had the same chemistry that I have with her.”

“So you have been with other women before?” he asked.

“I have ‘been with’ other women,” Lyra confessed, “but not in the dating sense.”

“Would either of you ever date other girls?” Spike asked.

“No,” Bon Bon said quickly.

“We love cock too much,” Lyra added.

“I think women, we’re too catty, too emotional,” Bon Bon admitted.

“I like the fantasy and the sexual part of it,” Lyra agreed, “but as far as an actual dating relationship goes, count me out. I need a good dick in my life.”

“Me too,”

“We can’t live without guys,”

“So, how did you two meet?” Spike asked.

“I was doing a photoshoot in Horseolulu, and Lyra was there on vacation,” Bon Bon recalled.

“And I am so thankful that I had the bravery to walk up and talk to her when I was passing by,” Lyra confessed, “because if it hadn’t been for that, we never would have met.”

Spike smiled and he started imagining them rolling around in the sand, getting all hot and bothered in the ocean.

“Look, Spike, I think we all know where this is going,” said Bon Bon. “We like you, and you like us, so why don’t we just stop beating around the bush...”

“And take this upstairs?” Lyra finished.

“After one more song, please?” Spike asked.

“Well, I guess one more couldn’t hurt,” said Bon Bon.

Their attention returned to the stage as the applause subsided and a man came out from the wings and approached the microphone.

“Give a bag hand to the Dazzlings,” he said. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to introduce, next on our fine stage, a lady as sweet as cider.... the tantalizing Apple Jewel!”

The curtain parted and a sultry chanteuse appeared onstage. Her blonde hair was drawn up away from her face. The red silk dress she wore clung to every curve of her voluptuous figure. The deep V of the halter-top gave Spike an almost clear view of her perfectly pert breasts and nipples, which were protruding through the soft fabric. A slit on the side of the skirt ran all the way from the base to the top of her right thigh. And the way her arm rested just beneath her breasts as she stepped up to the microphone seemed to lift them further up out of the dress. It was more than enough to drive a man crazy. Spike had to blink a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.

“It can’t be!” he breathed.

His suspicion was confirmed when started singing, “Trust in Me.”

Spike downed the last of his Scotch and focused all of his attention on her. As she sang, he felt as if he were entering another calm, soothing, relaxing trance. The only other women that had been even remotely capable of causing that were the Dazzlings themselves.

His eyes roamed up her body, to her face, and to his surprise (and hers) they locked eyes. Though she was quite a distance from him, Spike knew she was looking back at him, almost into him. Then she stepped down from the stage and started to walk towards him. Spike’s eyes shifted to his left, and then his right, wondering if he may be wrong.

She came closer and closer until she was directly in front of him. Then she swung one of her legs over his and began to straddle him. She placed a hand on one of his shoulders as she swirled her hips in smooth circles over his lap, her groin hovering a mere inch above his. She leaned forward, allowing him a perfect view of her breasts and he felt the silk of her dress as she playfully brushed her crotch against his pants. Her lips grazed his ear as she sang, her body arched over his frame. Then she traced the outline of his ear with her tongue, her breath flowing down his neck. She ran her hand all the way down from his chest to his leg, letting her hair run over his body before she switched positions.

Spike peeked over her shoulder as she massaged her rear against his hard on and saw everybody looking at him with deep envy. She leaned her back against his chest as she did this, taking one of his hands and guiding it over her body to feel her soft breasts. She wrapped her other arm around his neck and writhed slowly against him. Her seductive smile never vanished, even as she strolled back up to the stage to finish her song and she disappeared behind the curtain as it closed.

Spike told Lyra and Bon Bon that he had to make a quick stop before accompanying them back to their suite. He promised he would hurry before he made his way to the Dazzlings’ dressing room backstage. He found them, and Applejack, seating in front of the row of mirrors.

“I knew it,” Spike said.

Applejack gasped as she saw Spike enter, and then quickly turned away as if she were afraid to look at him. Spike stepped further into the dressing room, but kept a respectful distance from the women.

“Applejack, that was incredible. Why didn’t you tell me that you sang?” he asked. “Do any of the other girls know about this?”

“No,” she said.

“Why not, are you afraid of what they might think?

“They would laugh at me,”

“Applejack, you have a beautiful singing voice! You blew my mind! You sang your heart out up there, and I... and I...”

“Spike, are you okay?” Sonata asked.

“What? No, no! I-I’m fine,” he lied, as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re crying,” Adagio said.

Spike knew he couldn’t keep the truth from them, especially not with Applejack in the room.

“All right, you might as well know,” he said. “Back in college, there was this super-cool all-male singing group. And I wanted nothing more than to be an Acapelican.”

“You sang?” Aria asked in genuine disbelief.

“I wanted to. I practiced for months, but at the audition... I choked, throat dried up. I could barely even breathe,”

“That’s awful!” Sonata gasped.

“And hearing your voices blending in sweet harmony... weaving a tapestry of song, all that pain came flooding back,” he concluded. “Applejack, you shouldn’t be afraid of doing something you love.”

“I hate to think of you wondering if you’d missed out on something special,” Adagio told him.

“No, there’s no streaming service for what might have been,” Spike replied.

“Maybe there is,” Adagio said. “Meet us back here tomorrow evening. And wear something fancy.”

Spike wasn’t sure why she wanted him to do that, but he nodded and then he left, closing the door behind him.

Lyra and Bon Bon’s panties were already wet when they brought Spike back to their hotel room. They were lucky they were able to restrain themselves on the elevator and down the hall to Room 1215.

They told Spike to sit on one of their beds while they undressed in front of him. Lyra’s lingerie was mint with lace, which Spike had guessed; but Bon Bon’s weren’t the virgin white (to match her dress) he presumed.

“Black lace panties, matching bra, looks like – Celestia’s Secret Spring Catalogue, page 27... She’s got good taste!” he thought.

And they both had tiny, little tattoos on their hips. Lyra’s was a golden lyre and Bon Bon’s looked like three little hard candies in blue wrapping.

The two women undid each other’s bras–the clasps were in the front–then they pulled down each other’s panties, and Spike’s jaw dropped when he saw that they were both shaved.

“Holy Guacamole!” he exclaimed. “You. Two. Are. Gorgeous!”

“Thank you,” they said as they forced him onto his back before crawling onto the bed.

“Wow! I figured you two were hot for me,” he admitted, “but I didn’t expect you to come at me together.”

“We’re best friends,” Lyra replied. “We share everything.”

“Especially hot guys,” Bon Bon added.

“Now, it’s time for us to show you a thing or two!” they said together.

“Wow! He’s one Tartarus of a kisser!” Bon Bon thought as she started making out with him while Lyra unbuckled his belt.

“You’re so big. I’d say we hit the jackpot, Bon Bon!” Lyra said. “I’ll have fun with this later.”

She crawled over Spike and positioned her breasts over his face.

“Have a taste,” she said.

Spike did as he was told and began suckling Lyra.

“There... Ahhh... That feels so good...” she moaned.

“She’s so soft,” he thought.

“Oh, Spike, your hands are amazing,” Lyra said. “Oh yeaaahhh...”

“And they’re so warm,” she added in thought. “So warm... so relaxing...”

Lyra felt like she was floating on a cloud.

“Don’t stop!” she told him.

“You’re paying too much attention to Lyra!” Bon Bon whined. “Suck my breasts, too!”

“Go on,” Lyra told Spike. “Try hers out.”

Spike switched to Bon Bon’s, which were just as soft. Then Lyra slid her fingers inside Bon Bon before eating her from behind.

“Oh... Aaahhh there... keep licking me right there...” Bon Bon moaned. “Mmmm...”

The more worked up the girls got, the more ambitious they became; and Spike was working them into a frenzy.

“I’m going to have to pull double duty to keep up with them,” he thought.

The girls rolled onto their backs as Spike got on top and they forced their breasts around his cock.

“Is that firm enough?” Bon Bon asked.

“That’s perfect,” he said. “Hold them just like that.”

Spike couldn’t believe his luck. He was living one of almost every man’s dreams: getting a titty-fuck from two beautiful women.

“It feels so good I’m gonna—” Spike’s thought was cut short when Bon Bon curled her tongue around his shaft and he exploded onto her face.

“No fair!” Lyra cried. “You know most guys can’t resist your blowjobs!”

“I’m sorry,” Bon Bon replied. “I couldn’t resist.”

“You got a little bit of his cream on your nipple,” Lyra said. “Let me clean that up for you.”

Lyra positioned herself on all fours, on top of Bon Bon, after licking her (Bon Bon’s) breasts clean, and Spike mounted her (Lyra) from behind.

“Ahhh... Kiss me, Bon Bon,”

After fifteen minutes of thrusting, Spike started smacking Lyra’s ass as he slid in and out of her.

“OH yeesss! Oh, more! Harder! Do me harder! Give it to me!” Lyra shouted. “Jackhammer me! Fill me with your cum!”

Lyra came so hard that she squeezed Spike out of her before she collapsed onto the bed.

“I’ve never seen her cum like that before!” Bon Bon said.

“I feel so full...” Lyra slurred.

“Why don’t you take a breather and enjoy the show?” Spike told Lyra as they rolled onto the bed.

But Lyra didn’t want to rest, she tried to keep going, kissing Spike as Bon Bon straddled him.

“This is even better,” he thought. “One riding me while the other is making out with me...”

Spike admitted to himself that having only two girls to please was much easier than three. The Dazzlings and Feather Bangs’ former groupies were almost too much for Spike to handle.

“You’re filling me up!” Bon Bon shouted. “That’s it! Go as hard and as fast as you want! Make me cum!”

Spike pulled out and forced Bon Bon onto her back beside Lyra.

“Don’t make me beg for it!” Bon Bon cried.

“Shower us with your juices!” Lyra added.

“Say you’re naughty girls!” he commanded.

“We’re naughty, naughty girls!” they squealed.

And Spike showered them with his nectar.

“I love being sprayed like that,” Bon Bon said.

“I think we might need that three times a day for the next three days,” Lyra added. “Are you up to it?”

“I sure hope so,” Spike thought.

Spike spent the night with Lyra and Bon Bon. He didn’t wake up until the next afternoon and headed to the Café for a late brunch, a big grin on his face. He saw Twilight sitting with Discord at the same booth again and slid in next to him.

“Guess where your ‘homophobic’ coworker was,” Spike said, “playing with his two new, bisexual, friends.”

“Are they any good?” Discord inquired.

“Surprisingly, both excellent ball-handlers,” Spike replied.

Twilight glared at him.

“A sex pun?” she asked. “Really?”

“You’re the one who practically forced me to hang out with them, so from now on, any and all risqué remarks that I make, you bring upon yourself,”

“Speaking of ‘playing’,” Discord put in, “Rainbow Dash and Soarin have been complaining to me about you not wearing underwear when you play basketball with them... well, mostly Soarin.”

“Let him complain,” Spike replied. “Nobody crowds me under the boards.”

Zephyr Breeze, clean shaven, walked in a few seconds later, and slid into the booth next to Twilight, across from Spike and Discord.

“Aw, you got rid of the soul patch,” Spike groaned. “Remember when he had it?” he asked Discord.

Discord nodded and said, “This is the pilot of the world’s tiniest plane. Is the runway clear for landing?”

He laughed as he pulled a miniature airplane, not much larger than one of his fingernails, from his coat pocket and proceeded to “fly it” toward Zephyr’s chin.

“Can we just move on, please?” Zeph asked.

“Porn star Robbin’ Glitter left a message two days ago, she--”

“I know what she wants!” Zeph shouted at Spike. “I don’t have it anymore!”

Later that night, Spike entered the Midnight Lounge, wearing a black tuxedo. He ordered a Scotch from Soarin at the bar before making his way backstage again, where Applejack, Vinyl Scratch, and the Dazzlings were waiting.

“All right, I’m here,” he said. “Now, what’s this all about?”

“Spike, we’ve been looking for a guy to join our group for a while now,” Sonata told him. “And after your little speech last night, well...”

“We want to give you an opportunity to sing again,” Adagio said. “To see if you’ve got what it takes.”

Spike was almost flabbergasted. They were giving him a chance to join them... and to make up for the time he missed out on in college.

“Vinyl can give you some musical accompaniment,” Aria said.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Adagio told him.

They stepped off and sat at the table closest to the stage. Sunset, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie, Rarity and Starlight were in the audience as well that night. Spike downed the last of his Scotch and nodded to Vinyl, who walked over to her turntables. The curtain opened as Spike picked up the microphone and he started singing Flank Sinatra’s “My Way.”

He started out softly for the first few words of the first verse, but he gradually got louder with each chord until he enraptured his entire audience with his voice. By the time it was over, Applejack, Sunset and Pinkie were in a trance, Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Aria stared in open-mouthed enthrallment, and Fluttershy, Adagio and Sonata were in tears. The audience broke out in thunderous applause as the curtain closed and the girls went backstage to congratulate him.

“That was out of this world!” Sonata exclaimed.

“I thought it was a little in and out,” Aria admitted, “but not bad.”

“Spike, on behalf of The Dazzlings, we would be honored to blend your golden voice with ours,” Adagio stated.

“I appreciate the offer, ladies, but I have to refuse,” he said politely.

“What?” Aria exclaimed. “That is absurd! You have an incredible gift!”

“But I have another gift that’s even more powerful than singing... and that’s dancing. I’m sorry,”

He thanked them as he left. Then he stopped to whisper to Applejack.

“Next time you have a show, I’ll go up there with you and we will show them what we got... together. What do you say, Apple Jewel?”

“Okay,” she smiled.

Next time, Rainbow Dash breaks her ankle after rollerblading in the lobby and is forced to take a week off with a cast on her foot. Discord subs in Spike as the new head dealer so Twilight can take over Dash’s maid duties.