A nervous grin graces Pipsqueak’s face as he looks around his living room. Everything is as it should be. The furniture is out of the way, replaced by dozens of soft pillows and blankets across the floor. There are toys, enough lubricants for a galleon’s worth of sailors, and plenty of drinks so that no one will be dropping from dehydration. Blinds are down and curtains are shut. The living room door is shut. The closet door is shut. His parents are gone for the weekend. Nine of his best friends are here. Everything is fine.

It was going to have been a far smaller affair. A simple session of lewd, debauched sex between the former Cutie Mark Crusaders, Spike the dragon, and himself. But, it turned into something far better.

Chowder, Twist and Ruby had been there during the planning, and the latter two were both surprisingly knowledgeable about the correct way to run an orgy. After those two got involved, it was only natural to extend an invitation to Dinky and Featherweight. They were surprised at first, but after a few drinks they had said yes, and showed no signs of backing out since.

That had been a week ago. Now it’s showdown town.

Lubricants, toys and sports drinks float on the sea of blankets on Pipsqueak’s living room floor. Everyone is there, all sitting in a circle.

“So. It’s, uh, yes. The orgy.” Pip’s usual confidence and blase attitude towards sex is on the fritz. The others are patient. They can’t fault him for tripping on his own tongue.

“Wooo orgy!” Scootaloo flutters in the air, pumping her hoof. She gets a few laughs. Pip relaxes visibly.

“Yes, orgy!” He swallows. “Before we get down to business as it were, here are the ground rules: ask permission before touching somepony. Ask before starting a sex act, and don’t start until they’ve said yes. No breath play or non-consent play. If somepony says no, wait, red, or stops you with a hoof, or anything like that, you immediately stop and make sure they’re okay. Any questions?”

The living room door swings open, and two teenage mares strut in: Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“What are you guys doing here?” asks Scootaloo.

“Uh, we’re here for the gangbang?” Diamond Tiara rolls her eyes, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“How’d you even find out about it?”

“We have eyes and ears everywhere,” says Silver Spoon, cryptically.

“Hayseed told me.”

“Hayseed?” says Scootaloo. Momentary confusion turns to anger. “Apple Bloom, you twerp! The first rule of Orgy Club isn’t ‘tell everypony about Orgy Club!’”

Apple Bloom shrugs, and Pipsqueak nudges the pegasus. “The more the merrier, they’re alright aren’t they? They’re hardly Snips and Snails.”

Sweetie Belle glares at him. “Pip, be nice...” He nods, contrite.

“Fine, fine, you guys are cool,” says Scootaloo, “Come, sit, take a drink.”

“Yo Pip, tell these two the rules?” says Spike.

“Ask before you touch, stop if they say stop, no dangerous play, careful with butt stuff,” rattles off Silver Spoon. She smiles wryly, and walks over to the circle of ponies with Diamond Tiara. “This is not our first rodeo”

“Fair enough.”

A nervous silence settles over the room, almost daunting in its intensity, as if it is a dog who has finally caught her own tail, and is unsure of how exactly to proceed. Ruby Pinch puts her beer down and breaks the silence:

“So are we gonna fuck or what? ‘Cause I’m getting kinda antsy.”

“Good idea, let’s start,” says Pipsqueak. “Dinky, may I kiss you?”

Dinky opens her mouth to answer, but freezes before she makes a sound. She turns and looks at Featherweight, half-curious and half-guilty.

He reads her mind, smiling warmly. “It’s fine, baby,” he says, “It’s what we’re here for, right?”

She darts forward and kisses him, a peck on the lips, then moves towards Pipsqueak. He slips a foreleg around her neck and pulls her close, locking into a deep, sultry snog. Featherweight can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, enough to make his jaw clench and wings twitch. He snaps out of it when a hoof pokes him in the side. Silver Spoon is next to him, peering at him over her glasses, her face inches away from his.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” she whispers, “Can I have a kiss too?”

He swallows. “Yes...”

His breath catches as she presses her lips to his throat, dragging her teeth over the velvety coat of his neck. All thoughts of jealousy melt away, and he plants a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, Spike,” says Twist, trailing a hoof up the soft scales along his belly and chest, “Can I suck your claws?”

“What, uh, sure. What?” He has no more time for questions as Twist takes his left arm and plunges two of his digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and between them. It’s a pleasant little sensation, lent an erotic touch by Twist’s lurid moans.

“Ahem.” Sweetie Belle looks at Spike expectantly, her mouth open and tongue out. Haltingly, he moves his right hand towards her mouth. Not once breaking eye contact, she sucks a single claw between her lips, sliding her tongue along the underside. She sucks back down to the tip, then takes a second claw in her mouth. Twist notices, her moans become louder and ministrations sloppier, and she scoots forward to grind against the drake. With a smirk, Sweetie Belle mirrors her, and they start competing against each other in an odd little finger-sucking game.

They quickly move on, and push Spike onto his back. He snorts a little smoke as two sets of hooves caress his sheath while two pairs of lips kiss up and down his neck and belly. Twist and Sweetie Belle are both looking up at him, eyes lidded. He runs his claws through their manes, feeling Sweetie’s soft, luscious curls in one hand and Twist’s frizzy orange cascade in the other. His claws dig into their scalps ever so gently, eking out tiny moans from them as he massages their heads.

He looks around. Chowder, Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara and Ruby Pinch wasted no time whatsoever, and are face-to-groin in a four-way daisy chain. Silver Spoon is on top of Featherweight, grinding into him. Pipsqueak and Dinky are already fucking.

Spike lets out a beleagured laugh. “This is gonna be one hay of a night...”