A great rolling boom of thunder rattles everything. I extract myself from Twilight's embrace and get up. I look around for the remote, but can't find it anywhere. It's just as well; my hands aren't exactly clean...

The TV sets in the dorm do have voice control, but I hate using it. Sighing, I speak up: "TV on. Channel 211."

The TV comes on; after a moment, it changes over to the cable weather. There's an angry red ticker scrolling a warning about severe thunderstorms in the area. The clock in the corner of the screen says it's a quarter of seven.

I glance back at the bed. Twilight sits up, groaning. "Ugh..." She grimaces. "Ow...my butt hurts..."

...huh?

...I didn't fuck her in the ass, so why...?

Twilight stands up, rubbing her butt. "What the heck?" She turns her back to me. "Flash? Is something...?"

There's a deep rectangular indentation in Twilight's ass. The impressions of buttons cut even deeper into the flesh. "Looks like you slept on the remote."

"Oh," Twilight says. "Ow." She looks back at the bed and runs her hand around on it. "Huh...I can't find it..."

"Maybe it's under Pinkie?" I turn on the lights; Twilight pulls the covers off of Pinkie. She blinks.

"Uhh..." She turns red. "It's not under Pinkie. It's...it's IN Pinkie." She pulls the TV remote out of Pinkie's pussy with a slurping pop. She holds it up with two fingers, making a face. "Ick."

"..."

Pinkie rolls over, mutters something about cupcakes, and farts glitter all over the bed.

"..."

"..."

"I'm burning everything in this room."

"I'll get a priest. We need a priest."

Author's Note

Blame Zef for the part about Twilight sleeping on the remote and me for everything else.