Chapter 3

Surprises

Study halls with Mr. Discord were always the most fun for the the students at Canterlot High. Students could talk and not get in trouble. Mr. Discord was VERY intelligent, despite his outward appearance, so he could always lend a helping hoof (no-one knew why he always said hoof instead of hand) with homework, and he was even more random than Pinkie Pie. Students without any trouble in their classes would often show up with nothing, so they could take part in whatever Mr. Discord had planned for people without work to do. Today, they were making models of a B-52 bomber...with working(but safe for school) bombs. And they were doing so using only pasta, glitter glue, a head of lettuce, and twelve pairs of old, very smelly, bowling shoes (as well as a pile of electronic components). Mr.Discord's bomber was already zooming about, dropping glittery, sticky, bombs randomly.

“Oh my god, you seriously kicked his... umm, well, you know,” Rarity asked as she leaned in toward Twilight. Both girls were blushing slightly as Rarity’s words left her mouth.

“Yes, my dad is going to be very disappointed in me. I completely forgot how to handle myself, all of the martial arts techniques for situations like that just flew out of my head as it was happening," Twilight confided, “I guess that real life IS scarier than theory says it is.”

“Well, I suppose it is for the best that Spitfire was there then hmm? I mean, she saw what was happening, and sent Gilda to find Celestia after all,” Rarity mused aloud.

“Yeah, if Spits hadn’t been there, you might not have made it. Pfft. Twilight you would have been fine, the rest of the girls football team came in just a bit after she and Gilda did, if you had been in trouble AND couldn’t handle it, EVERYONE would have helped,” Lightning said matter-of-factly. Twilight turned towards her and saw Lightning smiling at her. The same reassuring smile she had given Twilight when Shining had passed his examinations for entry to the FBI and had near immediately been given a case. That same smile told her exactly what she needed to hear, that everything would be alright. Lightning had truly become a source of stability in Twilight's life and was usually the only thing between her and one of her infamous freakouts. That's not to say that Twilight's other friends weren't able to do the same, but more often it had been Lightning that was first to arrive at Twilight's side when she needed it.

“Well it would seem Tia was right. You two are absolutely adorable together!”

The three girls froze as they heard the whispering voice behind them. They turned around to see Mr. Discord giving them a knowing grin, and the blood drained from their faces. Mr. Discord was tall, somewhat scrawny, and, as always, dressed in a way that would make Lady Gaga jealous. Mismatched gloves: one yellow, the other was usually a tawny color, though sometimes it was a putrid green or plaid. His shoes were no different: one was a fuzzy slipper, the other a combat boot. Yet, for some reason, he was out of the norm for today. Everything matched. He wore a white dress shirt, tie, green sweater vest, and his customary lab coat. It was typically assumed that he would be wearing head gear of some sort (yesterday it had been a drinking hat) and while he wasn’t today, the fact that it was out of the norm for him made it seem correct, in some very strange way.

“W-what do you mean, Mr. D-discord?” Twilight stammered nervously, not doing a good job of hiding the truth at all.

“Oh don’t worry one bit, my little Sparkle!” he said with a chuckle. “Your secret is in fact, safe with me. I do enjoy seeing young love flourish, despite how you must see me. Tia merely wanted recompense for Miss Dust’s earlier teasing. Now I must ask... how did it feel to let her have it after she had blackmailed you into the situation with her son?”

The three girls could only stare at their teacher, completely aghast. No one knew about the details of the arrangement they had made with Celestia. Save for the three of them, Celestia, and Cheerilee... no one was supposed to find out. NO ONE. And here, the crazy teacher in the school was acting as though he had known the whole time.

“I-I-I iserwazabidacornfluwubelbluh?” Twilight said, as she passed out onto Rarity, who gave a most unladylike grunt and muttered something about Twilight eating more salad.

“Great, way to go teach, you broke her,” Lightning said, as she stood to help Twilight and Rarity. With a grunt that made a few boys in the room jealous, she lifted Twilight off of Rarity, and then muttered something about Twilight laying off the cheesecake. (she would later deny this) But, as Twilight came to, she noticed two things. Something Mr. Discord had refered to Principal Celestia as "Tia". And his breath smelled like pineapple.

“So, Twilight, how was your short lived trip to the world of dreams?” he asked, his mouth still in one of it's many classic smiles, this being the one that said he knew many things about them that they didn’t think he did.

“Okay, you got us Mr. Discord,” Lightning said grinning sheepishly. “But I do have a question, did Celestia tell you exactly what I said?”

“Of course she did, why do you ask?” Discord said, trepidatiously.

“Oh no reason. Does TIA know you like pineapples Mr. Discord?”

Silence. There was literally no sound heard from anyone in the little group. Mr. Discord's eyes were wide with surprise, and fear. Then, they narrowed with anger, and respect.

“What do you want?”

“Many things,” she said “ But why have one when you can have them all?” Lightning replied smoothly. “Let’s just say, you owe me a bunch and leave it there for now, hmm?”

Mr. Discord threw his arms into the air in exasperation startling the girls (as well as the rest of the class). “Fine, a bunch it is,” Mr. Discord said as he pushed his real arms through his sleeves and bent down to retrieve the prosthetic duplicates, before walking away. “What are you all looking at? Don’t you have working B-52 bomber models to build? I want a fleet of semi-advanced, hilariously constructed planes ready for me call upon at a moments notice! Lets go go go go go go go GO!!”

Spitfire couldn’t stop thinking about her. Lightning had a great body, she was pretty smart, and since she had made friends with Twilight Sparkle, her intelligence had really shined through. She was now, in Spitfires definition, the perfect girl. She was so damn hot, the way her hair fell around her shoulders, sticking to her neck after practice, her breasts were so-

Come on Spitfire, get your mind outta the gutter, you can’t keep thinking about her like that! What would happen if the rest of the girls on the team found out, huh?! She probably doesn’t even swing that way... Spitfire shook her head, and tried to focus on the test in front of her. Mr. Cake already hated her she didn’t need to give him any more reason to.

Besides, she needed to worry more about school, and paying rent, than another girl who wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings anyway. Even if she was the perfect girl… Spitfire smiled, as she remembered where she was going after school today, and what she and her two friends would do. She blushed remembering how far their joke had gone last time, her hand nearly brushing against Lightning’s-

NO! Augh! Why can’t I stop this?! She is my friend dammit...she doesn’t think of me that way.

Their joke was of course only fuel for the fire. This was just one of the many things that was driving Spitfire mad. Her rent was past due, she had no way to pay it, and her feelings towards her friends were beginning to be muddled with physical attraction thrown in… she sighed before thinking, What else could happen to me today?

As if in answer something hit her on the head bouncing off and landing somewhere to the right of her.

"Come on, Spitfire! We are supposed o be getting ready for volleyball here not staring into space!" Rainbow Dash was sensitive and caring as ever making sure her fellow teammate was okay and helping through whatever crisis was causing the problem.

"Ow. Geez Rainbow, did you have to hit at my head? Or did you miss again?" Spitfire knew Rainbow had aimed for her. She NEVER missed, she did however make sure the team was ready and aware. Losing focus meant getting hit,

"Look if something is bothering you we can talk about it after lunch hour. But we have limited time for this. Hell, I'll even go with to Twilight's house tonight and we talk then! And then you can tell all of your best friends. Okay?" Rainbow put a sympathetic look on, and Spitfire idly wondered if she had something on her mind as well.

"Yeah you are right. But won't Twilight be upset if you just drop by?"

"She'll be fine with it... First I am her neighbor. Second we have been best friends since I moved here in the second grade. Third it's not like it'll be a giant lesbian orgy or anything right?" Rainbow tilted her head back and laughed while Spitfire did the same. Though in Spitfire's case that would be a dream come true.

"Dude! I can't believe she got you so good! And then you were about to yell at her and Spitfire was in your face! Man, you got SO poned!" Jump Shot said with a laugh. "What the hell did you do to make her so damn mad?"

"I told you guys I don't wanna talk about it. Now did you tell Trixie I wanted to see her when school lets out?" Flash was in no mood for his idiot friend's games right now. He was suspended, he needed to keep an ice pack on his genitals at all times, and Celestia had called his parents, after she had comforted Twilight. He was lucky, they might have called the police. But had decided at the last minute to make him suffer through school with the most of the student body knowing what he had done. Now he wanted revenge. Trixie was well known among the school (there had been a couple rough patches a few years ago, but they were smoothed over now) she was quite popular, and more importantly she had her magic shows. Most of the student body enjoyed the now that she didn't flaunt herself as better than everyone else.

"Yes I did, she said she would stop there on her way home."

"Good. Oh and this conversation never happened, or else."

“Tia my dear, she knows,” Discord said solemnly, as he stood behind her rubbing her shoulders in the principal’s office.

“Who knows what, now?” Celestia asked.

“Lightning Dust! She knows about you and I, and what we have planned for the weekend. Though she doesn’t know that we are having Cheerilee join us. I don’t think…”

“WHAT!? She knows about... how? How could she possibly know abou-”

“She told you that eating pineapple makes... erm well certain things taste better, and I looked it up and apparently it does, though fruit in general will... so I ate some pineapple, and well… she smelled it on my breath,” Discord said chuckling and blushing slightly.

“I thought you hated fruit of any kind… You did it so you cou-” Celestia began, before Discord cut her off with his lips pressed against hers.

“I did it so the whole experience, for all of us, will be more enjoyable,” he said as he released her from the kiss. “Now, back to the problem at hand. Perhaps a more subtle touch is required for our revenge.”

“Oh, what did you have in mind?” Celestia asked, “clearly we have been too obvious, so perhaps we should do something that won’t be linked to us.”

“Oh, indeed, which is why I have come up with the perfect plan, my sweet.”

As Discord whispered into Celestia’s ear, she couldn't help but to grin like a madwoman “Perfect! I’ll be the one to tell her, though.”

Spitfire had been waiting for the last half an hour, and now... she was mad. They had all agreed to wait for Twilight to take a shower after the track team had it’s practice. But she had been standing there for a half an hour waiting for not only Twilight, but Lightning Dust as well!

“Okay, this sucks,” she said, as she went back up the main walkway to the front doors of Canterlot High. “I am not gonna just stand here, and maybe Twilight slipped or something. But what ever happened, there had better be a damn good reason for me waiting outside in sixty degree weather without a jacket for- GAH!!” Spitfire fell onto her butt as Principal Celestia suddenly opened the door right before Spitfire's hand touched the handle.

“Oh my, I am very sorry about that Spitfire. I didn’t even see you walking this way, I must have been stuck inside my own head,” Celestia said with a giggle, as she moved to help Spitfire to her feet. “I was just thinking about thanking you, like I should have when it happened, for helping Miss Sparkle by getting me as soon as you saw what was going on.”

“Well, she is my friend, and I don’t want her to get hurt,” Spitfire stated, “she is a good girl and I don’t want her to have to deal with that kind of stuff. Oh! Have you seen her, by the way? Twilight, Lightning, and I were supposed to meet up for a study session today, but I have no idea where she is.”

“I am not sure, to be honest. Why don’t you go get you coat from the locker room where you left it again,” Celestia said with what appeared to be a jovial grin plastered across her face, and handed Spitfire a key.

Spitfire blushed, Mr. Sombra had told her repeatedly ‘do NOT leave your jacket in here Spitfire, I can’t keep running it to you. I have papers to grade, just like the other teachers’. Evidently he had also told Celestia.

Spitfire, still blushing, grinned sheepishly and ran off towards the locker room.

Lightning pushed Twilight against the wall of lockers and kissed her passionately, using her right hand to rub Twilight’s breasts beneath her shirt. Their tongues met in the kiss, and explored each others' mouths before coming apart with an audible, blush inducing, pop.

“Lightning, what about Spitfire?” Twilight asked, hesitant to continue. “We are already late to meet her and-”

Twilights words were cut off, as Lightning lifted both of their shirts off at the same time, and resumed kissing her girlfriend. They broke apart reluctantly, their breasts squished together, Lightning continuing her exploration of already familiar territory, sliding her hand into Twilight’s panties, as she pulled down on the athletic pants she was wearing. Lightning was surprised to find Twilight doing the same.

“Well, we did just have a rather strenuous workout, a shower would be in order…”

Twilight slipped from Lightning’s grasp, and stripped, before running into the locker room showers, giggling as Lightning followed, the sounds of running water soon filling the air, shortly followed by the pleasured moans of both girls, which drowned out the sound of the locker room door opening.

Spitfire quickly entered the room, moving quickly, her destination in mind. Her jacket was exactly where she left it, laying next to the wall of lockers nearest the door. As she went to retrieve it she noticed the two piles of clothing nearby, and absently wondered who they belonged to. Just as she was about to pick it up, she heard the water in the shower running, and Twilight’s voice saying something she couldn’t hear followed by Lightning laughing.

Oh… right, Twilight’s track team met today, their coach wasn't out sick, so they still had practice.

Spitfire was just about to call out to them, when she heard Twilight’s voice again, though this time it was... moaning with obvious pleasure.

Spitfire's words died in her throat, as she stood up, her coat in hand. She slowly began to approach the source of the sound, her eyes wide. She walked slowly, making no noise at all. As she rounded the corner to the shower area, her eyes widened in disbelief. There, in front of her, was Lightning, with her hand between Twilight’s legs, her middle finger inside Twilight. Twilight’s eyes were closed, and she was moaning, as Lightning thrust her finger into her, and kissed the sides of her breasts, before moving slowly to her nipples. She bit down with more force than Spitfire though she would, yet Twilight didn't seem to mind at all.

Spitfire stared transfixed at the act that was taking place before her. She was quickly becoming aroused by the sight. The feelings she had been suppressing were now at the front of her mind, as she looked over Lightning’s naked form. Her breasts were just as Spitfire imagined them, slightly larger than a c-cup, her ass was firm and toned like the rest of her body. Spitfire already knew Lightning had a slender, yet strong figure. But it was Twilight’s body that caught her off guard. Almost without realizing it, Spitfire’s hand was now on her own nether region, slowly rubbing them through the jeans she had worn today. Since there wasn’t football practice today, she had worn her favorite pair. She undid the button at the top and unzipped them, as the steam from the prolonged shower slowly made her hair fall around her shoulders to frame her face. Her breathing increased, as she watched Twilight take advantage of Lightning, and push her chest against the wall. Twilight pushed one finger into Lightning’s ass, slowly moving it in, and out.

Spitfire’s jaw dropped as lightning moaned from the intrusion, her own clothes now lying in a pile next to her out of sight behind the wall, she was already dripping wet, her folds were visibly swollen, and aching for release as she slowly dipped one finger into her own entrance. She had to bite her lip to contain the lewd moan that threatened to escape and alert her friends to her presence. Slowly, she began to thrust her finger into herself, as she matched the rhythm that Twilight had made with Lightning's butt.

Spitfire blushed, here she was pleasuring herself as her friends made love in front of her. She was spying on them, and that actually made it hotter for her. She was already dripping from her own excitement and her orgasm was building quickly, promising to be massive. Lightning had resumed control of the situation forcing Twilight to sit and putting her left own legs under Twilight's right, as Lightnings right leg slowly lifted into the air and came down on top of Twilight's left leg. Realizing what was about to happen Spitfire stopped all together and stood up her nude form covered in sweat, and the steam in the air she walked forward determined to take part, part of her praying they would let her. Her mind screamed with every step to turn and run, but that wasn't who she was. She wouldn't give in to her fear, something about this felt wrong but, at the same time... felt perfectly right.

Less than a foot from the two lovers she stopped, her genitals literally dripping wet as she watched the two lovers grind themselves together, gasping and moaning with pleasure with their eyes closed. Spitfire smiled and blushed as she thought of the most perfect/lamest thing to say. The words were easy to come up with, after all Rainbow had insinuated them earlier. She gathered all of her courage and spoke.

"Mind if I join?"

Author's Note

*roars with laughter* I am such a colossal dick! What a cliffhanger!!

See a typo lemme know. They were watching you clop btw... help me prevent this in the future. Only you can spot clop watching typos. Would you guys prefer more focus on side characters? Or should I make it completely about the main characters? And then the side characters have their various machinations "off-screen" as it were. I like it better this way, since it provides more for the story as a whole.

Does the sex seem over the top to you guys? Maybe I should be more focused on the story? Give me your thoughts. Cause right now this seems more like a clopfic than a story to me. Also any typos were watching you clop...find them and report them to me. The Great Typocide commences!

Only you can spot clop watching typos... well I suppose the editors and I can, but we are idiots after all!