Author's Note

I was thinking of naming this chapter 'Cum at me bro' but I thought that was a little bit... homo.
At last I have released a chapter in less then a month from the last one, haven't proofread it but whatever. Please leave a comment below, I really like feedback.
Hope you enjoy!

Hoodwinked

You and Spike are sitting on a crest just outside of Ponyville. "So," Spike speaks up, "tell me again why we didn't take some of Big Mac's clothes?"

"Because..." You sigh, "No idea. If we did take his clothes then we'd probably trip over them." You think for a moment, "I don't also want to be on the run from both a crazed shotgunner AND a wild pack of horny sluts."

"True..."

The two of you returned to silence and continued to gaze at your target near the centre of town, Carousel Boutique. "Well, if we're going in, might as well do it sooner rather then later."

"Yeah," Spike paused, "What's the plan again?"

"Break into Carousel Boutique, steal some mens clothes and get out." You answer, expressing an extreme emphasis on the word 'mens'.

"To get new clothes so we won't smell as much, right? But if we smell bad now, then why are we going into town? Are there seriously no other clothes in Ponyville?"

"Not that we kno-"

"Exactly, so why do it?"

"Because I said so, now lets get moving."

Spike sighed, but complied and filed rank behind you. When you were about to look away, you caught hint of... a smile?

Shrugging it off, you stealthily made your way into Ponyville and entered the compact back streets with, guiding your way with high walls and bumpy cobblestone road. The midday sun lit the streets as you soundlessly made your way from street to street, making sure to keep an eye out in all directions.

Peeking around a corner, your eyes make contact with a busty woman with freakishly long, pink hair and moderately cyan eyes. She wore a pale, see-through bikini lingerie. Though having never seen her like this before, you easily identify her as Fluttershy. With the pink hair and massive bust line it really couldn't be anyone else.

She looked skittish, almost feral, she was hunched over slightly and looked ready to pounce on something unfortunate. "Angel bunny, where are you?" She looked around with pleading eyes before her voice turned to a hiss, "Mummy's not finished with you yet!"

"Fluttershy, come on!" Bon Bon said as she hung around the entrance to the main road, "Yeah," Lyra chimed in, "A couple of the gals picked up a fresh scent," She continued in a sly voice, "Wouldn't a real man be better than your pet rabbit?"

Only then had it dawned on you what Fluttershy meant by, 'Mummy's mot finished with you yet,' You sigh, 'wonder how long the little guy's had to keep it up.'

"Oh fine," Fluttershy sighed having her voice returned to normal, "I just hope he comes home when this is all over." and she walked off, back onto the main road.

"Well that was close." You whisper to Spike.

"Why?" He queries, "It's just Fluttershy, what can she do?"

You deadpan, "You told me she broke through a door at the Grand Galloping Gala."

Spike rubbed his chin, "You have a point..." then snapped his fingers, "Now lets move before anyone else shows up."

"Right," You try to follow Spike but your foot is stuck on something. Looking down, you see a little white rabbit latched onto your shoe, standing on its two back paws and shaking violently. "Shit, Angel?" He looks up, "What happ-" your mind refers to what Fluttershy said.

Up ahead, Spike stopped walking and looked back, "Hey man, come on. What's the hold up?"

You pick up Angel, "I cant leave him here."

Spike pointed to the other side of the road, "So leave him over there, we need to keep moving."

"I can move just as fast while carrying him, he's just a rabbit."

Spike sighed in defeat, "Fine, but he smells of... protean."

"Well, he's Fluttershy's favourite pet and since she doesn't have a man..."

"I get it, now move." Deciding not to question how he picked up on Angels 'unique' smell from over there you focus on Spikes behaviour, he seems to be acting a little eager for the amount of potential danger you are in.

Spike grinned to himself, "Not far now."

You hand grabs Spikes shoulder stopping him, "Care to tell me what isn't far now?"

"Rarity's," he gulped, "It's right around the corner."

"What?" You let him go ad walk to the corner and look left and sure enough, there it was. You suspiciously glare at Spike, "Right then, lets go."

"Hellooo?" Spike whispered out loud to nobody in particular, "Anybody home?"

You snarl softly in response, "Why would you say that? Are you trying to get us caught?"

Spike snapped back, "If they answer then we can get out before they can catch us. It's better than them catching us whilst we're changing, right?"

"That's actually a fair point." You idly walk ahead of him into the pitch black reception room, "Geez, it's dark in here. Why would the curtains be down?" A sudden fear envelops you as Spike's words replay themselves in your head, "Hey Spike? Who is 'them'?"

As if on queue, the door was slammed shut behind you by unknown personage. Spike spoke in a casual voice, "That's why the curtains are down and they are them."

You ponder in the darkness, "Hasn't this happened before?"

A familiar posh voice echoed throughout the room as the lights to the catwalk were steadily raised, "Why yes it has. Pinkie Pie, being the darling she is, told me to simply darken the room and you'll walk right on in. Quite ingenius actually..." The light showed Rarity sitting in an expensive-looking throne shaped like a heart. Rarity herself was wearing what appeared to be her gala dress, only modified so it hung off the shoulders, revealed more cleavage and clung to the skin more, this being extremely noticeable around the waist.

"So Spike," She winked seductively, "What do you think?"

Spike was ogling, "You look amazing!"

"Right then," You chime in, "The changes to the dress are great and all but I think we should be leaving." You walk back to the door, Angel still sitting idly in your grasp. Reaching the door, you realise Spike isn't following. You turn to face him, "Spike, come on!"

"You know what?" Spike cut you off in a poisonous tone, "I don't think so." With the grase of a zombie, his feet lazily start to shuffle towards Rarity as he is lost in a lustful gase. "I'm not going with you. I don't want to. I'm staying right here."

Putting down the bunny, you meekly reply, "Spike?"

"I'm sick of you, always being mean, always being bossy, always needing the compulsion of feeling like you are in charge of something."

Speechlessly, you listen to his mindless rant, "You know, I think that you are the only male virgin in this entire town. That's right, every woman in the entire town literally want to fuck you and you are the only 'pure' one. Hell, even Snips and Snails invited Trixie over to Cheerliee's house." Spike tore his gaze away from Rarity and started to sound like his normal self again, "Let me tell you right now that I think that's pathetic!"

"Let me ask you something; for one week every year, every man gets the chance to have an intimate week with the woman of their choosing, so why dont you?" His voice steadily began to rise, "I want to know why you treat it like some sort of zombie apocalypse. I want to know why you avoid it, 'cause you know damn well that this morning in the barn you wanted to jam your juicer right into that apple and milk it for all it's worth, so why not?"

Your voice raises to match his, "It's wrong! It's taking advantage of another human being and that is sick!"

"How is pleasuring a woman in need sick? If anything it's helping them."

"How would you know it's helping them?" You retort, your arms now folded.

"Because last year, Rarity told me so. She said it was the longest time of the entire year, so I tried to get myself over here to 'pass the time' and help her get through this."

Confused, you respond, "If you were trying to get to here all this time then why did you try to back out before we came here?"

"I was playing you," Spike cruelly smiled, "You see, I knew that you would want to come into Ponyville even more if you thought I didn't. I know this because you're that kind of guy." Spike hopped onto the stage and stood infront of Rarity's throne, "I'm not sure if you realise this yet but guess what?" He toned his voice to sound like that of a game-show host, "You've been hoodwinked!"

"So," Your eyes meet the floor accepting defeat, "that's how it's going to be."

"Oh darling, before you go," It takes you a moment to realise Rarity is talking to you, "Pinkie Pie says thanks for the toothbrush, even if it was Mr. Cakes' it still smelled enough like you to ease her tension." She continued, "and by the way," Rarity pointed at Angel, "Fluttershy's looking for that."

"That's... pleasing to know." You reply, running your hand through your hair uneasily. With bunny in hand you depart, leaving your companion to his own leisure.