"Everyone ready?" Vinyl spoke up once the trio'd got them selves fully comfortable. She and Spike had spaced themselves out on the couch while Octavia picked a spot on the carpet, "Remember, can't bump anyone or fiddle with someone else's controller. Trash talk however, is HEAVILY encouraged. At the end, Third and under have to do whatever First wants, within reason.

"Let's do this!" Octavia grinned, wiggling a bit to get comfortable.

"Ready when you are." Spike took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. Considering he was pretty much the first guy they'd ever picked to join in their games like this, he had a pretty good reason to be a mix of anxious and excited.

"Let the games begin. Muffin Cup away!" Vinyl selected the first cup run and started it up.

Halfway through the starting race, Spike noticed something was up; mainly because both mares were ignoring each other trying to blast him with the weapons they were picking up. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Vinyl focus so much on trying to drop a mine right in front of him she failed to see the large alligator-like monster.

"Aw, turdblossom!" She grumbled once it finally spat her cart back out.

"Vinyl, if you wanted to get eaten, all you had to do is ask." Spike commented before blinking in confusion 'Where'd THAT come from??' He'd never flirted much with girls, and even then he didn't think he was very good at it, so where the heck did he get that line?

"Tempting, but let's see if you can last this first." She replied, smirking some. Though for a second, Spike could've sworn he saw her nipples harden a little through the thin material of her shirt.

"Hm, I thought guys liked getting rock hard." Octavia piped up when he almost got petrified by a scaly-looking chicken.

"I'd prefer it be from a cute girl instead." He frowned when he was caught by a projectile from each of them, only for the two get tagged by another hazard. 'Huh, I wonder...' Getting back into the running, he sped ahead. Every so often he glanced at their carts. Sure enough, they were hot on his heels, and not paying attention too well if Vinyl almost hitting a wall was any indication, letting him take the win for the first race. 'Well then.' he thought, smirking a little, 'May as well have some fun.'

When the second run started, he noticed that they were still going after him, but they were paying a bit more attention to the track.

"Ohh, someone's getting wet already." Octavia smirked as Vinyl hit an ice patch and skidded into the water.

"You should know." The unicorn retorted. "Half the time it's your fault."

"Wouldn't mind seeing that. From both of you." He smirked internally when their cheeks pinked a little and they almost collided with each other. Unfortunately, he was so busy watching that, he missed a turn and drove right off the track. "Fffff-frak!" He bit back a curse at that. And it was barely a real turn, adding insult to injury. By the time he was back on track, both of them had already left him in the dust. He tried to catch up, but the delay had given them enough of a lead to make it impossible without finding a shortcut. And he had no idea if there were any on that track.

"Them's the breaks, Spikey." Vinyl laughed as she crossed the finish line, with Octavia right behind. "And probably should've used yours."

"Oh hah, hah." He responded as the third and final track appeared. "You still gotta beat me on this one."

"Oh you can count on that, big boy!" She smirked, watching the round start up.

The moment the in-game voice hit '3...GO!', the trio was engaged in less of a race and more of a gokart-based street fight. If anyone else was watching, they'd be hard pressed to figure out who was fighting who. Vinyl and Octavia constantly shifted between shooting Spike or each other, and doing less than stellar jobs of avoiding obstacles. And Spike just blasted whoever he saw first and driving like hell; given the mischievous side the two mares had shown already, he slightly dreaded what his penalty might be if he lost.

By the time they reached the last lap, both mares were so focused on the win, they on their hands and knees, twisting their controllers like they were actually steering.

'Heh, and I thought I could into a game...' " Wait...what the? Seriously!? Wh-wahhaha-OOHHAHAHHA!!" Spike suddenly dropped his controller as he began cackling like a crazed idiot, his cart drifting over the finish line.

"What's going into him??" Octavia asked, watching him slide off the couch in a fit of laughter. "He's in third again."

"L...loo...mmfff...look at the rankings!" He gasped out..."We...HAHAHAA...we forgot!"

"The ranking...?" Vinyl looked at the list. "Why...oh...ohhh...Tavi?" She said, chuckling ruefully. "We goofed."

Octavia followed her friend's gaze. "Goofed? How...." She saw that Spike was third, but above him...were two of the npcs.

"We forgot these were six person races..." Vinyls said. "And the NPCs don't count."

"Which means..."

"I won!" Spike wooped when he finally caught his breath, climbing back onto the couch.

"Well, he is right." Octavia admitted, putting her controller down. "I had hoped for a more narrower victory, but..." She looked at their male roommate, a slight blush appearing her cheeks. "I think our consolation prize might lift our spirits."

"Good point. I'm an opened-minded filly, so...maybe a little taste of meat'll be good for us. What do you say, babe?"

"Consolation prize? What are you talking about...oh." His expression froze when he saw the rather amorous looks they were both giving him. "Ohh.." 'I...I forgot about that.' A silly grin crossed his face as they straddled a leg each, effectivly pinning him down.

"Now, how do you think we should...'reward' our roomie, Tavi?"

Author's Note

Sorry about the long (which is kind of an understatement) delay in this chapter.

Gonna try and get the next one out asap to make up for it.