Within the back room of the boutique, explosions echoed from a TV screen as Sweetie Belle threw down her controller. She crossed her arms and scooted back on the bed. "I died... again!"

"Calm down with my controllers!" Button Mash sat down beside her. "I just got them for my birthday."

"Well, it's a poor choice for a nineteenth birthday, anyway." Sweetie Belle commented.

"What do you mean? I love video games?! You can never be too old for it!!" He cheered as he got a high score.

"I know, I meant that you're old enough to ask for other things..." She scooted closer to him. "It’s never late to ask again. After all, we're two late twenties, stuck in a room all day."

"Ew, gross. Sweetie Belle!" a voice barked on the headphone. "Did you forget we're coming over!"

"I wasn't talking to you Applebloom?!" Sweetie Belle blushed, remembering the line was open.

"Yeah, ask for a room next time," Scootaloo's voice laughed through the mic too. "Preferably with me included!"

"As if he would dare ask you?!" Sweetie Belle shot back.

"Ask for what? College?!" Button Mash barked, too distracted by the game to get any of her hints at all. "My mother has been doing that nonstop. Heck, she's heading to the school of friendship right now to see if I can get a scholarship to go there. Diamond Tiara’s mom is going to meet her up there."

"Since when did Starlight start asking money from her students." Sweetie Belle turned her attention to the game case.

"It's a school for grown-ups now, and grown-ups have jobs!!" Button Mash imitated his mother's voice, making Sweetie Belle laugh and she leaned on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. We don't want to grow up too fast." Sweetie Belle opened the booklet. "What’s this game about again?"

"The classic surviving a zombie apocalypse!" He cheered louder upon getting another score.

"With a cutie edge, right?" She pointed out the heart-beam cannon in his player's hand.

"Hey, don't dis this? It is supposedly based on true events that happened once." He pointed out the comments of the creator under the title.

"Supposedly is still stretching it. There is no way such a thing could have happened anywhere without our great all-knowing leader learning of it." Sweetie Belle mocked.

"Come on, don't insult Princess Twilight--" They were both stopped by another loud boom, but this time it didn't come from the game.

The two took off their headphones quickly, not even hitting mute as another loud bang followed and then a crashing sound, ending with a loud meep sound that was so familiar. "That sounded like a mare," Sweetie Belle commented.

"Maybe it was Rarity?" Button Mash stopped his question upon hearing a strange humming in the same pitch of voice.

"No, that's too high of a pitch to be Rarity." Sweetie Belle would know from her constant singing lessons the difference in voices. "Besides, Rarity already left for that party hours ago."

As the humming got more erratic, the two got up from the bed. They dropped the headphones and were so distracted by the sound that they didn't hear Scootaloo and Applebloom on the other side of the line.

"What’s going on?" Scootaloo heard the crashing from the other side of the line.

"Stay calm, we've almost reached the boutique," Applebloom answered.

******

Sweetie Belle and Button Mash made their way through the hallway, following the sounds. Their eyes widened upon realizing it was coming from Rarity's room.

"What’s going on in there?"

"I don't know. I thought Rarity left... with Spike!" She quickly silenced herself upon remembering what her sister had planned after the party. They stopped in front of the room.

"What are they doing?" Button Mash didn't notice the massive blush on Sweetie Belle's face.

Sweetie Belle leaned to her knees and pressed her ear against the door. She smirked at the sounds of a dragon. "Sounds like she finally gave him what he wanted?"

"Really? She and Spike? I always thought she was a whore?" Button Mash stepped closer, noticing the door was cracked open.

"She is, but that's never stopped Spike from wanting her."

"Shame, she's a fine mare." Button Mash stepped even closer. He tried to look through the keyhole, not noticing how close his crotch was to Sweetie Belle's face.

"Hey, that fine mare is my sister!" Sweetie Belle roared back, seeing how close he was to her.

"Yeah, she is super fine," Button Mash caught a glimpse of a nice pair of breasts bouncing back and forth. The lights were out so he could only get some details. A large shape lay motionless on one side of the room while a far larger shape rocked a mare back and forth over the bed. "Huh, B size, I always thought Rarity was a solid D."

"What? She is at least a double D--" Sweetie Belle stopped as Button Mash bucked his hips in the direction of her face.

"What?!" Button Mash was stopped as Sweetie Belle reached up to cover his mouth, stopping his scream. Now her face was pressed tightly against his jeans.

"Will you calm down?" She squirmed in place. This was kind of hard as the only thing bracing her was the loose door.

"You're being just as loud." Button Mash grabbed her arms. He found himself bucking forward again. This time he couldn't control his reflexes.

"Will you stop that?!" She practically gave the softest scream she could. However, her words only made him press against her face again. She could feel every inch of his growing shaft.

"I can't stop..." Button Mash sounded truthful but Sweetie Belle had caught him lying before to others like Scootaloo. She stopped, finding herself pondering on those old thoughts longer than ever before. Her whole body grew warmer. At the same time, Button Mash wasn't lying at all. In fact, as he bucked once more he found his hands moving on their own as well.

Sweetie Belle stopped as he braced her hands against the door. "Button Mash..." She stopped as she found her horn lighting up on its own. She gasped as her magic lit up his buckle and zipper, undoing them and pulling them down.

As his ample shaft slowly unsheathed from his boxer and pressed against her lips, neither knew the truth at all. Beyond their sight, the pheromones of Spike the dragon had already reached them. All they needed was the right distance and the right spark and the two became overwhelmed with its power.

Sweetie Belle rubbed her lips against the tip of Button Mash's cock, her tongue just barely peeking out to taste him. A low pleased hum came from her throat as she watched Button Mash writhe at the teasing pleasure of it.

"Shit," Button Mash's pants dropped.

Sweetie Belle's lips parted in a smirk, fully sliding over and around the head of Button Mash's cock, her hand pumping along his shaft with a slow subtle twist. The tongue was rubbing and wiggling its own way along the underside before lewdly wrapping around it as she stopped to suck and moan around the flared head. Their eyes closed for a moment as she savored it.

Soon the scent of Spike’s pheromones fills their senses, Sweetie Belle's soft careful teasing becoming eager and rough as the head of Button Mash's cock hits the back of her jaw and she swallows down the leaking precum and saliva filling her mouth.

On reflex alone, he bucked forward, pinning Sweetie Belle’s head against the door. The forcefulness didn’t matter to her, nor did the lack of air as his entire tip filled the entrance to her throat.

It pressed tightly around his shaft while her nose was pressed into his pelvis, practically gagging at the size of it. He didn’t have a long stallionhood, nor a thick one. She had been on the farm and heard the rumors of Big Mac. This young stallion in front of her couldn’t dare compare to those myths, but Button Mash’s tip size was noticeable in this position.

Drool dribbles down her chin as Sweetie Belle starts sucking on the tip. Her fingers dug deep into his hips as the motions become hurried and rough. Button Mash didn’t stop her, instead, leaned against the door.

She didn’t know why, but she wanted it, more than anything. He could barely buck to match her speed. Something was building inside him, she could feel it. She increased her pace, thoughts demanding more and more.

Both were in such bliss that neither noticed the door warping under both of their weights. It creaked ever so loudly. Again, not a wink from either of them as Button Mash’s breathing got harder. Sweetie Belle had lost her air long ago but was so engulfed in the pheromones and the heat of the moment that she couldn’t stop even as her eyes became woozy.

The door finally popped open and the light from the hallway filled the cavern-like room of the dragon. Spike stopped his bucking only for a moment and smiled with a mighty toothy grin.

With nothing bracing her anymore, Sweetie Belle's face fell off the shaft. For Button Mash, it was like a cork had been popped off, spraying himself all over the entrance to Rarity's room. Despite how much he wanted to stop, he found himself spraying more than ever before. It quickly sprayed over Sweetie Belle's face and the floor, reaching the bed.

At the bed, it hit the face of the mare Spike had been pounding. Through his haze and loss of breath, Button Mash raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Wait, that's not Rarity?!"

The light revealed Rarity out cold on the desk, still completely covered in smut, just as Sweetie herself was now. This left the obvious question of who was Spike pounding.

Button Mash quickly found his answer as the mare rushed off of Spike and pressed him against the wall. Fluttershy was no longer riding Spike but instead pressed her smut-covered chest against his belly. She licked the smut of her face and ran her hand over the pony's shaft, bringing it back from limpness. The mare moved her hand back and forth from her mouth to his dick. The feeling was so intense.

Fluttershy gave twisted laughter while stroking with both hands along the sides of Button Mash's cock. Her eyes lit with a pheromone-fueled fire as she works his taut stiff twitching cock harder and rougher than Sweetie Belle’s mouth ever could.

Sweetie Belle took her time to regain all her oxygen, barely aware, yet growing jealousy flowed from her eyes at the vague shape around Button Mash. She reached out for him only a giant purple hand to stop her.

The mighty draconic limb braced her in place and traced his fingers down her arm. Softly squeezing her shirt, the clothing ripping apart in his claws with ease. Her eyes widened as he squeezed her breast only once.

The pheromones hit her again as she felt something tear at her pants. Her vision returned, only to see a giant forked tongue slither inside. Sweetie Belle’s back arched as it entered her just as fast, tracing back and forth between her pussy and ass.

Sweetie Belle gripped her pants to push herself away from him, only to find her hands pulling the clothing down. With more room, Spike pushed his tongue deep, penetrating her. The young mare’s eyes widened at the size of it alone. Forget Button Mash, forget Big Mac, not even a giant stallion could compare to how well it fill every corner.

She mewled her head back as Spike's tongue filled her sopping-wet pussy. Her hips gyrated and bucked on reflex alone. A firm hand keeps her right where he wanted her. Her words gave no deterrent, instead, only soft moans, "oh~".

Fluttershy laughed at the pleasure echoing behind her. She pressed into the slit at the tip of Button Mash's cock, rubbing and swirling with the pad of her thumb, causing him to buck and whine while his balls tightened. Despite all her work, his eyes never left Sweetie Belle. A mix of horror, jealousy, and joy twisted in his mind thanks to the pheromones.

Fluttershy narrowed her eyes and with her other hand, she grabbed his balls. He bucked more violently as she squeezed both even tighter. “Do it!!” She screamed.

“Sweetie Belle…” The last words before everything flowed out. His cum spurted out into Fluttershy's waiting mouth just inches away. Her hands pumped and squeezed out every last drop as ribbons of his thick cum sprayed over her tongue, face, and chest.

Button Mash couldn't fire another round. Fluttershy yanked off his clothes, ignoring his attempts to stop her. He could only go so far. Her hand rubbed up and down his shaft. The pain making him limpier and limpier. Small drops of smut were the only thing stringing out as he wheezed in pain.

"Please, stop..." He finally screamed. The daze of the pheromones weakened evermore.

"Don't worry, I will make it all stop." Another voice entered the room. Above him stood Ember the dragon.

Opening her suit for but a moment, she spat as much fire as she could into the room. The flames burned away much of the pheromones, allowing Button Mash to regain control of his body. He pushed off Fluttershy with all his might, throwing her onto the bed.

The actions only seem to intensify her desire as her back arched and liquid spewed from her lowers. Ember pushed him back, "Don't let it touch you, she is completely infected. Blasting away the pheromones won't stop her now."

"Right." He didn't know at all what was going on.

"Has he fucked Diamond Tiara?"

"What?!"

"Shining Armor?"

"Huh?!" Now he was completely lost.

Ember picked him up and shook him violently, "That white mare you clearly like!!" She pointed to Sweetie Belle.

"Wait, you don't know--"

"Does it look like I can tell the difference between you ponies!! Rumble!!" She screamed the incorrect name at Button Mash again. "If it hadn't been for a one-stand I had a few years back I wouldn't even be able to tell you if you were stacked or a pussy, now help me."

"Right, right, no..." He felt defeated at saying the next part. "He licked her, far better than I ever could."

Ember could see the shame clearly but didn't have time to let him mourn his failures. She threw him to the ground. "Get her out of here." With a quick yank of her tail, she pulled Sweetie Belle from Spike's maw.

"What about me and the infection?"

"You’re clearly sane enough right now that you were only attacked by the pheromones."

"Phero-- what?!" Button Mash was silented by the door standing in their way. Button Mash looked on in shock. His eyes raced back and forth between Fluttershy, the dragon that saved him, and Sweetie Belle beside him. At one moment his mind told him to run back in there and mount Fluttershy, or the dragon, Spike, or-- he slapped himself. Ember was right, he was still being affected the longer he stayed in that spot.

"Lock her in another room and I'll meet with you later." Ember's voice echoed from within the room.

Button Mash couldn't understand how that would stop this or Sweetie Belle but he had no time to argue. He carefully picked up Sweetie Belle and ran back to her room.

Meanwhile, Ember smiled, seeing a clear way to end this. She knew that she at least needed to pin down Spike before taking care of any more infected. "Let’s dance--Wait a minute, wasn't there another white mare in here?" She stopped as Spike roared loudly, rushing forward, enraged and sexually deprived. "Fuck?!" She readied her claws.

Unbeknownst to her, Rarity, still in a cum drunken daze crawled through the boutique's main floor for her own next prey...

A bell rang at the front desk.

"Oh... goody, a customer..." She hummed with delight.

Ember has arrived. Can she defeat the lustful dragon and his sexy minions, keep reading to find out. Next chapter is coming in April.