Disclaimer: Contains consensual minors and proof I'm not foalin' around this time!

The sun was shining brightly over Ponyville, illuminating the changing leaves of the coming fall and providing just a touch of warmth to the otherwise frigid air. The pegasi, led by the ever present Rainbow Dash, had ensured a clear day today to help with any last minute harvesting that needed to be finished before the frost set in. Schedules said that a big winter snow was planned eventually, so food needed to be stored while it was available.

Pacing the kitchen of her library home, Twilight Sparkle was too lost in thought to appreciate this beautiful day. Hooves tapped in a steady rhythm as the unicorn trotted back and forth, keeping the circulation to her brain going as it puzzled its way through another conundrum. Twilight paused to take stock of the current situation once more, parsing out the details she already knew. Currently, Pinkie Pie was safely locked in the basement of the library, on the run from a terrible crime she didn't commit. The townsponies were reacting surprisingly calm about the whole situation, but Twilight surmised that was only because they couldn't find the pink pony in question.

Twilight knew to take her friends feelings seriously, and this was as serious as it got. Crimes of this magnitude were so rare in occurrence that some believed them to be old pony tales created as warnings of what dangers lurked in the darkness, and putting faith and trust in the hooves of strangers. Now Pinkie's fate was in Twilight's hooves, balanced only by the unicorn's unwavering trust in her friends. Sure Pinkie could be random at times, and Twilight had no doubt that the party pony was open minded in matters such as sex. But to outright violate a filly, on purpose...

NO! Twilight shook her head hard. Pinkie is incapable of hurting anypony! She paused again and glanced around. Well, at least when she's sane, she rolled her eyes. The best course of action would be to find out the identity of this filly and go from there. As Ponyville's Premier Private Investigative Pony, the unicorn was shouldered with even more responsibility to the town. Curse my intelligence for making me so valuable! she frowned.

But somewhere, deep in the back of her thoughts, was the lingering doubt that Rarity and her new stock had something to do with these current events. Be it a sick pony looking for a good time, or another accident, Rarity was assuredly involved somehow. That bothered Twilight more than anything. Her stomach growled, snapping her from her dark thoughts. I'll grab a bite to eat so I can think straight, then I'll be on my way! I'll have this case cracked in no time! Twilight proudly raised a hoof and tilted her head back in a confident pose. However her new-found pride was quickly deflated at the thought that all roads led back to Carousel Boutique. She also had a feeling that this was going to be more than she bargained for.

A knock at the front door caused Twilight to jump slightly, her head having drooped low enough she was sniffing the floor. The lavender pony made sure her mane was straightened, and walked out to greet her visitor. Standing at her door was a young colt, his blue eyes looking up and down as if he was sizing Twilight up.

“Can I help you?” Twilight asked, slightly annoyed that she had been interrupted from something important for nothing.

“Wow, Apple Bloom wasn't lying. You're pretty.” the tan pony said, shaking his curiously long mane from his eyes.

“Excuse me?” Twilight was confused now. “Wait, Apple Bloom?” This must be the boyfriend Spike was talking about. “Ummm, thanks?”

“So ummm, you uh. Want to go on a date or something?”

“Who are you, exactly?”

“Oh! My name's Caramel,” he held out a shaking hoof, his eyes filled with nervousness as he blushed. “You must be the Twilight Sparkle I heard so much about.”

“Yeeeeeeeah, about that.” Twilight took a deep breath, “See, I'm kind of super busy right now. So the date thing will have to wait, I really apologize you caught me at such a bad time, but duty calls!” Twilight gasped for air, as she had rattled all of that out in one breath. She slammed the door before Caramel could say anything else, and wiped the sweat from her brow. I hated to do that, but Pinkie is more important right now. She pressed an ear to the door, listening intently to ensure that the colt was gone. After the hoofsteps had faded, Twilight sighed in relief and turned towards the kitchen door where Spike was emerging.

“Spike, I'm going out! Keep an eye on Pinkie and give her whatever she needs....” Twilight paused for a moment, eyes wandering to the ceiling as she thought about that command. “Within reason, I mean.”

The dragon nodded, somewhat distracted. He was blushing, but Twilight didn't know why. Probably still embarrassed over me knowing about Apple Bloom, the unicorn nodded. “Oh,” she remembered. “Don't let her pressure the Doctor to take her back in time to stop this, okay?”

Spike quirked a brow at this command. Sure Pinkie was crazy, but she would never attempt something like that. Would she? “Uh...You got it, Twilight!” he beamed a fanged smile.

Twilight nodded in satisfaction and left, ready to get down to business and clear Pinkie's name. Wrapping her favorite orange and red striped scarf around her neck, the unicorn trotted off into town towards Sugarcube Corner. Something sweet will fill me up and get the mind working. The town was oddly quiet, the only sounds being the muffled gossip of the breaking news and a few mumbles of ponies who wanted to find Pinkie and do terrible things to her. Twilight understood their anger, but it was directed at the wrong pony. Celestia help me, you better not be part of this Pinkie...

Sugarcube Corner was crowded, but none of the ponies there wanted any treats. They wanted retribution. Some of the words Twilight heard made her fold her ears to her head and frown. She had no idea ponies could be that vindictive, even with a crime of such magnitude. Mrs. Cake did well in calming the crowd down, or at least convincing them Pinkie wasn't here. The ponies finally cleared out, leaving the lavender mare and Mrs. Cake alone among the gingerbread walls and candy cane pillars.

“Oh, Twilight!” Mrs. Cake exclaimed, a smile on her face. “If you're looking for Pinkie too, she's not here. But she could use a friend right now,” the smile on her face faded as she spoke those words.

“No, I'm actually here to get something to eat. I'm sure wherever Pinkie is, she's safe.” Twilight nodded, her face one of confidence.

“Well in that case, I feel much better.” Mrs. Cake sighed. “I was so worried. I've known Pinkie for a long time and she would never....”

“I know, Mrs. Cake.” Twilight raised a hoof. “As Ponyville's Premier Private Pony, I am going to get to the bottom of this mess!” She blinked as a thought came to her. “You...wouldn't happen to know anything that could help...would you?” Twilight cringed slightly, hoping that she wasn't prying or making Mrs. Cake uncomfortable.

“Unfortunately, no. All I know is what those ponies were saying, and I don't believe a word of it!” Mrs. Cake stomped a hoof on the wooden floor. “But thank you so much for helping her out, Twilight. It would mean a lot to her.”

Twilight nodded, a sheepish smile. I'm not making any promises.

“Now then dear, what would you like?” Mrs. Cake smiled once more now that her thoughts were at ease.

“I'll have...uh...” Twilight's eyes scanned the confection case. Everything looked good, but she didn't need all of it. “Give me, four double chocolate, chocolate cookies please.”

“Well, sounds like you've got quite the appetite today!” Mrs. Cake chuckled.

No, just depressed is all, “What can I say, you make good stuff!” Twilight shrugged, mustering a smile.

The library was quiet now that Twilight was gone. Occasionally in the eerie silence, Spike could barely hear Pinkie's sobs emanating from the basement. He wanted to go down and offer some words of comfort, but he was at a loss of what to say. Thus, Spike took to amusing himself in the kitchen, figuring that another batch of his famous Triple Decker Nut Crazy Vanilla Cream Cookies would lighten the mood. Pinkie was probably hungry too.

Digging around in the cabinet for a mixing bowl, he found his mind wandering to Apple Bloom again. That magical night they had shared together. Those memories made him blush as he felt himself getting aroused. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind for the time being.

Maybe he could invite her over or something? Keep him company while Twilight was off on her mission. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, noticing it was almost time for that mailmare to make her rounds. Setting the bowl on the counter, Spike fetched a scroll and began to write an invite to Apple Bloom. He quickly wrapped it in a ribbon and ran outside to put in the mailbox just as Ditzy landed nearby.

“Oh hey!” Spike exclaimed to the grey pegasus. “Could you deliver this to Apple Bloom please?” He tried not to snicker at the mare's unfortunate wandering eye. Ditzy smiled and took the scroll in her mouth, placing it carefully in her mailbag. “Thanks, Derpy.”

Ditzy frowned, turning her nose up into the air and closing her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she let out a snort of disappointment.

“OH! Hey, I'm sorry....force of habit.” Spike apologized, twiddling his claws. He glanced up to see Ditzy had managed to align both eyes to stare at him, a scowl on her face. Without saying a word, she flared her wings and flew off. She had a job to do, after all.

Idiot... Spike slapped a hand against his forehead. He marched back inside, shaking his head at his own stupidity. After he shut the front door, he cocked an ear to see if Pinkie was still sobbing.

Nothing.

Spike crept to the basement door, holding his breath for no reason as he reached for the handle. He cracked open the door and peered down the stairs. “Everything okay down there, Pinkie?” he asked, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

“Everything is fine! NO PUT THAT DOWN!” the Doctor cried out. “She seems to be in a better mood at the moment!”

“Oh...uh. I'm making some cookies. You guys want any?” Spike asked, confused at the racket that only grew in decibel level.

“You bet I want some cookies!” Pinkie yelled back, a giggle escaping her lips.

“Yes, sounds wonderful. Bring some tea to!” the Doctor added. “Pinkie STOP THAT!”

Spike rolled his eyes and shut the door. He paused for a moment as his eyes fell on the wooden door, amazed that it could muffle all that commotion. He shrugged it off as magic and went back into the kitchen.

An hour had passed, and Spike was pulling the pan of cookies from the oven, licking his lips at the delicious smell. He had outdone himself on this batch and silently vowed to get them sold at Sugarcube Corner someday.

A knock at the front door caught the dragon's attention, and he padded out into the foyer to answer. There was Apple Bloom, with a familiar bag clenched in her teeth. Rarity's Carousel Boutique it read. Spike quirked a brow at this, a smirk on his face.

“Where did you get that, young lady?” Spike asked, mocking a scolding tone as he put his hands on his hips.

Apple Bloom looked away and blushed as she placed the bag on the ground. “Ah found it in the barn. Looks like Applejack was gettin' in on it too!”

“Well, you're just in time for cookies. I could use the company with Twilight being gone and all.” Spike held the door for the filly, who walked in and headed towards the kitchen, following the smell of cookies. Spike followed, heading towards the counter to place the cookies on a plate and pour some milk. He glanced at the tea pot on the stove and remembered the duo in the basement.

“So where's Twilight? On a date with Caramel ah hope.” Apple Bloom smiled. “Can I pick em or what?” she winked seductively at Spike, who could only blush. He quickly turned his attention to filling the teapot and placing it on the stove.

“Actually, she kind of blew him off in favor of her mission.” Spike explained, not looking back for fear his blush would give the filly ideas, not that he didn't mind.

“Oh, that's too bad. Once Caramel sets his mind on something, he won't let it go. But he's pretty clumsy too sometimes. Ah'd hate to be Twilight right about now.” Apple Bloom frowned, setting the bag on the table and idly shuffling it with her hooves.

“What, is he going to be like Pinkie and pop out of nowhere to try and woo her?” the dragon asked, a smirk across his face.

“Wouldn't surprise me.” Apple Bloom giggled.

“Want to help me?” Spike asked, glancing at Apple Bloom. He noticed that her red curls seemed bouncier than usual, and her bow was pressed and vibrant instead of the usual dirty one she got from adventuring hard. Is she wearing eyeshadow?! Spike noticed, and felt the fire in his cheeks.

“Sure, Spike. What's going on?” the filly asked. She walked up next to Spike, and that was when he caught the scent of flowers. She's wearing perfume? Now he was anxious. Apple Bloom was obviously expecting something to happen, and Spike was more than happy to oblige. Later, of course. It's more fun to keep her waiting.

“Uh...” Spike stammered, trying to recollect his thoughts. “Pinkie and the Doctor are in the basement, and want some tea and cookies. Wanna help me carry everything?”

“Doctor? As in playing Doctor?” Apple Bloom asked, cocking a brow. “Maybe we can do that too.” She began nuzzling under Spike's chin, causing him to almost drop the teapot on her head.

“Uh....sure?” Spike shook his head. “I mean, uh...no he calls himself the Doctor! Nice guy, but a bit weird.”

“What's Pinkie doing down there?” Apple Bloom took a cookie off the plate and began chewing it slowly and sloppily. For some reason, this turned Spike on even more.

“Uh...she's hiding...”

“From what?” She took another cookie, noticing that her flirtations were working.

“She's in trouble...” Spike wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Over what?” Another cookie. Spike gritted his teeth as he tried to remain focused.

“The town thinks that she raped a filly....” the dragon blurted out.

Apple Bloom choked on the cookie, coughing violently. After she caught her breath, she snapped her golden eyes up to meet the dragon's green orbs. “That's awful!”

Spike was too flustered to notice Apple Bloom's eyes were giving away that she knew something. The blush in his cheeks grew hotter as the teapot whistled, right on cue. Both snapped their longing gazes to the offending pot, scowling that they were interrupted.

Twilight sat in Ponyville Park, trying in vain to quell her nerves with the cookies. They were rich, and a little too sweet for her taste. But they got the job done all the same. Her violet eyes scanned the area, absently looking for any signs of clues. The leaves of varying shades of red, orange, yellow, and gold littered the ground and wandered by in the chilly wind. There were few ponies in the park during winter, since all the trees were dead and bare, leaving not much to look at. Twilight hoped that she could find something at the scene of the crime to point her in a direction, lest she be wandering around town aimlessly chatting with random ponies.

Her mind drifted back to the library, and she bit her lip hoping that nopony would attempt to look in there for Pinkie. Their words were one thing, but Twilight didn't want to risk potential actions.

Twilight's wandering eyes now landed on Lyra and Bonbon. They were Ponyville's resident couple, and so adorable together. They also frequented the park for the view and to have a relaxing time together.

Aha! Witnesses! They come here all the time, maybe they saw something. Twilight smiled at this turnabout of fortune, and cantered casually up to the two, trying to look confident without raising suspicion of her true motives.

“Excuse me, could I ask you some questions?” Twilight approached, hoping that this little interview would get her somewhere. She had read enough mystery novels to know how the process worked in interrogating a suspect or a witness. The only difference was this wasn't black and white like Twilight had imagined the stories in her head. There was also a real life on the line, so she couldn't mess this up.

“Well, of course dear.” Bonbon replied, her voice having a New Jerneigh or lower Manehattan accent. It was a surprising contrast to her humble appearance for those who didn't know her.

“Well, there was a crime here, involving a filly. Were either of you here that day?” Twilight asked, cocking her head. Her ears perked up to make sure she didn't miss any detail.  

Lyra and Bonbon looked at each other for a few seconds. The sea-green unicorn turned her gold eyes back to Twilight and sighed. She looked regretful. “I did see a filly here one day. She looked in pain, but I wasn't sure.” Lyra shook her head.

“What did she look like?” Twilight continued, smiling internally that she was getting somewhere.

“She was orange, with a purple mane.” Lyra replied. “Is she in trouble? Is she okay?”

Twilight frowned at the pain in Lyra's voice. Why didn't she help her? “Did she...” Twilight paused, praying that she would get no for an answer. There was only one pony she knew of with that distinct coloration. “...have wings?” she finished, swallowing the tension building in her throat.

Lyra nodded.

Oh Sweet Celestia.... Twilight tried not to show her shock. It couldn't be....no..... She knew a certain pegasus that was not going to take this news well at all.

Twilight hung her head and walked off without saying a word. This was worse than she thought. But at least she had a lead. Poor Scootaloo was probably huddled up somewhere, broken and terrified. She needed somepony's help, and that pony was Twilight Sparkle. But she had a case to solve. No, Scootaloo needed a more personal touch. Twilight had to find Rainbow Dash.

Nodding to herself, she searched the sky for any traces of a rainbow streak. Dash was probably still tending to the weather duties for the big snow, but that didn't mean she was hard to find. Breaking the news to her, that would be the difficult thing. Even though Dash didn't show it, she loved Scootaloo like a sister, and always wanted what was best for her.

Yes, if anyone can help Scootaloo heal, it's Rainbow Dash.

“That Doctor fella is pretty funny.” Apple Bloom spoke as her and Spike emerged from the basement. “What were all those parts all over the floor?”

“Don't know, don't care.” Spike replied, heading back to the kitchen. Apple Bloom followed, her face showing worry that Spike didn't notice her makeup of perfume.

“Spike, have you been ignorin' me?”

The dragon smirked, but lost it as he turned to face the filly.

“No. You look beautiful.” Spike stammered.

Apple Bloom trotted up and planted a kiss on Spike's lips. “Wanna try out what I found?”

“Uh....sure?”

Apple Bloom smiled, and rushed over to the bag, rattling around until she produced the items inside.

“It that a.....dog leash and a riding crop?” Spike asked, pointing and quirking a brow. Apple Bloom already had the leash rope in her teeth, giving it a practiced twirl that she learned from Applejack. With a light toss, the leash landed around Spike's neck. The dragon's eyes widened in horror as he was violently yanked forward and right into Apple Bloom's puckered lips. It was forceful, but at the same time, exhilarating. Spike began sweating even more now, his hands gripping the sides of Apple Bloom's face as their tongues began to exchange laps at each other. Both had their eyes closed, lost in the sheer bliss of the moment. Spike could taste cookie residue and apple juice, and it was wonderful.

After a few minuets, Apple Bloom pulled away, her face as red as her mane. “Let's go upstairs.”

“What? But where would we...ya know?”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Ya got a bed, silly!”

“My bed is just a basket. It's too small.” Spike shook his head slowly. This was a buzzkill.

“What about Twilight's?” Apple Bloom asked, her voice to innocent for her own good.

Spike's eyes widened in terror. Wouldn't that be crossing the line? She doesn't care about our relationship, but....in her bed?! Before the dragon could object, he was reminded of the leash around his neck as he was pulled up the stairs by one strong filly.

Apple Bloom made her way to the ladder leading up to Twilight's bed and began to climb. She pulled on the leash enough to get Spike to follow, unless he wanted to be lynched, which the dragon did begrudgingly. This had better be worth it.

“You said Twilight was gone for awhile, an we can wash the sheets when we're done.” Apple Bloom laid out her plan, as well as herself onto the bed. Spike made it to the top of the ladder to be greeted with the sight of the filly on her side, hind legs parted ever so slightly to give just a peek at that barely visible pencil line between her flanks. Spike almost fell off the ladder as he felt the heat in his cheeks threaten to burst out of his nose in a spray of blood.

Apple Bloom chuckled at this expression, dropping the leash rope from her teeth as she moved towards the window to give Spike room. The dragon eagerly scrambled onto the mattress, laying down on his back. Placing a hoof across his chest and pulling him closer, the smell of her perfume now overwhelmed Spike as their lips met once more. Tongues soon escaped their confines and explored around each others faces. Apple Bloom shuddered at the feeling of the forked tongue sliding along her face, matting her coat. Her own tongue relished the textures of Spikes scales, each one as unique as a snowflake. Durable yet delicate.

Spike curled his claws into Apple Bloom's mane, pulling her closer to lick at her neck, burying his snout into her throat latch. Apple Blossoms, of course, Spike rolled his eyes at the obvious choice of fragrance. He could feel the rumbles of Apple Bloom's moaning as she continued her own assault, lapping at the small opening that acted as an ear. She shifted her weight to get closer to Spike, feeling his dual cock poking her in the thigh. She was already wet and willing, but wanted Spike to suffer a little longer. Her hoof ran along his smooth chest, and Apple Bloom could feel Spike's heart beating, powering the blush in his cheeks. The filly thought it curious at Spike's lack of nipples, but shrugged it off as lack of personal knowledge.

The dragon was letting out short, gasping breaths as he was worked over. Apple Bloom's hoof would slide down his small body, stopping before it reached his member, then sliding back up to repeat the process. A few more passes, then Apple Bloom paused and glanced down at the twitching protuberance. Spike's member ached for release, the pink flesh now almost as purple as his scales. It was choking. She glanced back at his face, his eyes closed and tongue hanging out, lost in mind bending pleasure yet no closer to reliving the pain in his loins.

Spike's eyes shot open when he felt Apple Bloom's mouth envelope him. Once again, she took both at once, tongue sliding around and between in a flurry of passion. For her second time, she was surprisingly skilled. Maybe she thinks of it as bobbing for apples?

Apple Bloom could taste the saltiness of Spike's pre on her tongue, and this spurred her to continue. Her ministrations causing Spike to buck and squirm under her, feet kicking the air as he knees hit her throat. He was close, she could feel his cocks beginning to undulate, like they did when they were inside her.

Spike couldn't talk at this point, his eyes long since exploring the back of his head as he almost stopped breathing altogether. His claws frantically groped at her mane and poll, trying to keep her head down until he was finished. Apple Bloom fought against him, and raised her head, releasing him with a lewd slurping sound.

The dragon snapped back to reality, raising his head to cast his disappointed eyes down onto the filly that dared stop. Apple Bloom giggled as she wiped her mouth with a hoof, her eyes showing a gleeful mirth. “Wouldn't be fair if ya gave it up now.” She stood and turned to reposition herself, then laid back down. Her front legs folded against her chest on the bed, while her hindquarters rested near Spike's head, allowing him to smell Apple Bloom's sex.

The swaying red tail beckoned Spike like a snake that had him under its spell. He gripped it in his hand and jerked it aside, Apple Bloom yelping in pain as her head shot up. “Do that again!”

Oh, she likes it rough? Spike pulled harder this time, causing Apple Bloom to cry out even louder as it trailed off into an awkward moan. Curious and inspired, Spike brought his hand down upon her hindquarters, giving an audible slap. Apple Bloom squirmed as tears formed in her eyes.

It never feels this good when I get punished! Apple Bloom smiles despite the pain. She turned her head to ask for more, but Spike was already moving into the next phase, burying his face into her waiting slit. Her lips were engorged and winking seductively as Spike dove in, his forked tongue reaching as far at it could into her, tasting more of that sweet cider. Apple Bloom found herself oddly aroused by the obscene noises her wetness made against Spike's tongue. She gave a few playful licks to the draconic member before her, getting a few more spurts of pre in return. This teasing made Spike speed up his end, prehensile tongue finding and revealing the hardened clit and snaking around it with ease. This sent a jolt of pleasure through Apple Bloom's spine as she moaned even louder. Spike smiled around the nub as he got another wicked idea to pay back for his teasing. He reached a claw up and inserted it into Apple Bloom's tailhole.

“GHA! Spike what in the.....” but she trailed off as the pleasure intensified. She had to admit, he was good at this. Too good in fact, as she would cum before she wanted to. Apple Bloom fought against her desires and wiggled away, not wanting to end this just yet. Both were so close, yet seemed so far. The filly stood again, positioning herself atop the dragon. “Now I get to be on top!” she gave a lecherous grin as she reached down to guide one of Spike's members into her awaiting tunnel.

Spike's back arched instantly as he was taken. His eyes crushed shut as his body was consumed by the heat from Apple Bloom's own need. The filly began moving up and down, teasing in her speed and how much she would let out and back in, driving Spike nuts. He had no idea Apple Bloom was so devious, yet so adorable.

Their eyes locked one final time before they became lost in ecstasy. Both let out moans that sounded almost feral. Faint plumes of smoke rose from Spike's nostrils as he tried to catch his breath, hoping that he didn't lose control and hurt her.

Apple Bloom arched her back, going full speed as the wave of pleasure began to rise. All too soon, it crashed to the shore, sending shock waves though the filly's body as she clenched at Spike's member, milking him for all he was worth. The dragon's head wrenched back as he came harder than the last time, the build up from Apple Bloom's teasing creating a reservoir that now burst forth, washing her insides with warmth.

Apple Bloom sighed and collapsed on top of Spike, his snout burred in her blossom scented chest. Her hind legs kicked slightly as her body continued to twitch involuntarily, her inner walls still clenching in an attempts to pull Spike deeper.

“You're pretty good at this.” Spike replied, kissing Apple Bloom on her forehead.

“You're washing the sheets, ah'm tired.” Apple Bloom yawned, her normally boundless energy drained.

“You're tired?" Spike asked, stifling a yawn of his own. With that, they were both fast asleep.