A Tale of Two Princes

BRRRIIIII-FWAP!

Mumbling to himself, Dusk slowly sat up after uncharacteristically smacking his alarm clock off the table. A brief contemplation of whether or not to just go back to bed, followed by a groan of "Ah, screw it." and he was grabbing his glasses before hoisting himself to his feet.

"Lousy night too, Dusk?" Spike asked when he saw him trudge into the kitchen. The dark circles under their eyes showed neither of them had gotten much sleep.

"Putting it mildly..." He groaned, "I had an awful dream."

"Was it one where you're dressed in a samurai outfit fleeing down a road with hundreds of mares floating above and raining panties down on you?"

Dusk just blinked for a second, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, before settling on just, "No."

"How come nobody else ever has that dream!?" Spike muttered, pouring himself some coffee.

"Spike, even though I love you like a brother, you scare me sometimes." Dusk responded, getting a box of cereal out, "So, I'm afraid there's no solution to our predicament here. At least, nothing viable."

"Tell me about it." Spike replied as they sat down, "Think we were both up half the night looking; nada. Well, not unless you count that proposal a couple years ago from some nobles who thought Mom and Aunt Luna should be each other's consorts."

Pony and Dragon looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity...before declaring, in unison, "Hell NO!"

Dusk leaned back in his seat, "Which leaves the royal library. And I certainly doubt the princesses will give us much of a chance to look for anything there. Especially if they find out what we'd be looking for."

"So we're screwed?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that, but our options are severely limited for the moment. For the time being, all we can really do is try and not let it get to us."

Once they finished breakfast, and waking up, they went to get dressed. Dusk went with his usual; his favorite sneakers, cargo pants, and a faded indigo sweater with his Cutie Mark emblazoned on the back. However, this time he had to take a pair of scissors to it so his new wings would fit.

Spike, because of the talons he'd gained from puberty having a tendency to shred them, and the legs of almost every pair of pants he'd put on, had forgone shoes and put on some wide leg shorts and a t-shirt.

They had just finished getting ready for the day when there was a knock at the door. "Who'd be coming at this hour?" Dusk asked, "the Library doesn't open for..." He looked at the clock, "Another hour." He headed over and opened it, revealing a certain fashion-conscious mare, "Oh...hey R-Rarity."

He tried not to be obvious with his gulp when he saw her. Even though it was her off day, she was already in her work clothes: a white dress shirt and black dress slacks that seemed to hug her hourglass figure. The shirt was unbuttoned just enough to give a peek at her perky C-cup breasts.

Spike looked up, "Rarity??" he chuckled weakly, "You...you're up early today. Normally you sleep in o-on weekends."

"True, but circumstances are calling for my immediate attention!" She stared pointedly at Dusk's wings as she said this. "Please, Dusk. I simply cannot stand by and let you risk ruining your whole wardrobe to accommodate your new additions." She smiled reassuringly, "After all, it's far more than simply cutting a pair of holes for them, Darling. Regardless of what Rainbow Dash says...is everything alright?" Concern trickled into her voice when she saw them visibly flinch.

Of course, if she had noticed their reaction was because of the d-word, suspicions certainly would have been raised. Luckily for both the males in that room, Spike managed a save, "Uh...heh...you can probably tell from the wings, he's already..."

"Yes, I noticed..." Rarity replied, stepping around him to look at the 'damage', "Oh, Dusk Shine..." she said in mild disappointment, running her fingers around the holes, "These cuts are so uneven!"

"Well...I...I was mostly just trying to make room!" He protested, trying to ignore the fact she was touching his back.

"I know, Darling," She said. Luckily the flinch this time was minor, "At least you were going for clearance. I won't have any trouble evening them out, and widening them a bit to make it a bit more comfortable." Once she was done with him, her attention turned to Spike, looking over what he had on, "And I do wish you'd let me rework yours, Spikey. The 'beach rocker' look simply does not suit you."

"Hey...I'm not that bad..." Spike muttered as Rarity grabbed Dusk's wrist and promptly led him back to the Boutique, with Spike right behind them.

Unfortunately, this also caused them to get the optimal view of Rarity's peach bottom swinging a little with each step. Fighting back the whimper of dismay wasn't easy.

"All right." The fashionista chirped once she had him on the small pedestal she used to measure customers, "Let's get these...magnificent wings first." She finished the sentence with a breathy tone.

"Okay!" Spike clapped his hands together, "I think this is my cue to be somewhere else."

"What are you doing!?" Dusk mouthed when Rarity wasn't looking.

Spike simply gestured to the door, "I think I'll go see what Sweetie and the others are up to. Maybe they've figured out something that'll get their Cutie Marks."

"Oh, I believe they're all meeting at their old clubhouse in the orchard. Something about having found a surefire way to get them." She shrugged lightly, "One can only hope."

"You suck!" Dusk mouthed again as she took out her measuring tape and notepad and started taking notes.

"Ok, then I'll catch you later." With that, he darted out the door.

Rarity sighed after Spike left, "I swear, Sweetie Belle is so lucky. I have to work and diet, and watch just about every single calorie I eat to stay slim. But she binges on sweets and junk food, and only really exercises with the other Crusaders; yet she hasn't put an inch on her waist since her last growth spurt! It's all gone into the other two measurements!" She let out a whine as she got the last of the wing measurements "Between her and Pinkie, I'm starting to wonder if I've been cursed! Shirt off, please. And don't even get me started on Fluttershy! That girl can't seem to manage being anything but beautiful and graceful! Even when she tries not to be..." A sniffle could be heard from her, "Oh, where's my fudge ripple!?"

Dusk sighed. Even with the current situation, he hated seeing one of his friend like this...even if she was overreacting a tad, "Ah, don't be like that, Rarity. Just because some other girls acquired a..bit more..e-endowment.. Y-you're still an a-attractive mare in...in your own way..." He gave her a defeated grin, "If it helps, look at me. I've got nothing on stallions like Soarin and Macintosh." He complied with her request and pulled the shirt off. It was pretty much the first time he'd removed it in front of anypony since puberty, but he figured a look at his scrawny frame would help put things in perspective for her. "See?' He asked, waiting to see her reaction. Several seconds went by in an almost dead silence. Dusk gulped, thinking she might have taken it the wrong way, "Rarity...?" He looked to her.

She was standing stock-still, staring at him wide eyed and mouth hanging open. He was about to run over and make sure she was ok when he saw the bright red slowly spreading on her cheeks. Her eyes began to slowly trace down his body, until...

"Sweet Celestia, you could grind wheat on those...!"

He frowned a little in confusion. '"Grind wheat'? The hay..." He followed her gaze and quickly saw what she was referring to. "What the!? I have muscles??" He ran a hand over the now muscular chest he had, taking note of the matching bicep on his arm. It was no bodybuilder physique by any means, but if he ever wanted to try track and field, this new build would probably be perfect for it. "I have..two..four...I have a six-pack!? When the hell did I get these??" A thoughtful look briefly crossed his face, "Well, at least that explains why my pajamas have felt kinda snug lately." He looked back at her and saw she was looking a little glassy-eyed. "Um..R-rarity...?"

"Yes, Dusk?" She asked in the breathy tone, his gaze sliding back over him.

"You..your're drooling...just a little..."

It took a second before the words sunk in and she yelped in embarrassment, both hands shooting up to wipe her mouth and chin. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Dusk! This is so unladylike!"

"It..it's ok." He chuckled, albeit weakly, "I-I'm a little surprised myself.

"'Little' nothing..." She said to herself, although Dusk managed to still hear it before she cleared her throat. "Well," she went back to her normal tone, "Measurements are definitely in order." She deftly ran her measuring tape through her fingers, "Shall we?"

A flicker of dread settled into his gut when she did that.

It wasn't too hard for Spike to find the CMC; all three of them were gathered outside their old clubhouse, staring at a patch of scorched ground.

"Well, it took off at least..." Scootaloo piped up. Dressed in a form-fitting red sports bra that showed off a pair of pleasantly rounded B-cup breasts, and purple, skin-tight volleyball shorts, the younger pegasus had filled out some over the last few years, but still kept a petite, lithe figure. Her mane was still in its short, spiked style, similar to Rainbow's.

"Ya think it'll come down some time?" Apple Bloom asked as she looked upwards. A bit more 'full-figured' than Scoot, she was wearing a flannel shirt that, surprisingly, hugged the younger farmmare's impressive curves and borderline D-cup bust, along with the pair of denim cutoffs that displayed the infamous 'Applebucking Thighs' the Apple clan's female members were known for. Her almost trademark ribbon, slightly faded from wear, rested securely in her mane.

"I hope so." The unmistakable squeak of Sweetie Belle chimed in, "My good pink ribbon's still stuck to it." Out of the three, she was without a doubt the most buxom. And the short-skirted, sleeveless navy blue sundress she had on did nothing to hide her curvaceous figure, the collar low enough to show off the double Ds she was proud of getting naturally. A small heart-shaped hairclip kept her mane in line.

Spike gulped as he looked at the trio of quite pretty fillies, the C-word still plaguing him somewhat. But, he rallied his nerve and stepped closer, "Do I want to ask what happened?"

The trio instantly brightened when they saw who spoke, "Spike!" They yelled in unison, hurrying over to him.

He grinned a little at how they still acted like little fillies when they were in this mood, even if they did cause mild havoc in the process.

However, once they reached him, the grin turned to a look of shock when they, almost as one, turned their hips to him. Two pairs of shorts went down and the hem of a skirt went up, giving him an eye up of three nicely curved hips and thighs; along with, Bloom's apple-patterned cotton panties, and what appeared to be a lacy black thong on Sweetie.

He almost choked on his spit when he saw Scootaloo's naked thigh, and the exposed bit of firm pegasus backside that she'd exposed to him: no panties whatsoever...

"D'ya see anything, Spike!?" Bloom asked excitedly, "Any sign of a Cutie Mark?"

They'd done this to him several times before; showing their legs off to him in the hopes he'd see a Mark. Back then he'd just blush somewhat and focus on something behind them. Now, though...

Faced with being flashed by three attractive girls, Spike almost shrieked, his face turning crimson, "NOTHING! I SEE NOTHING!" looking away as he did, "I..I mean..no. N-no cute..Cutie Mark..." It took him an almost superpony effort to force any semblance of calm in his expression as he said this.

"Rats" Scootaloo grumbled, pulling her shorts back up, "So much for one in rocketeering."

"It might not count until it comes back down." Sweetie added, "Around here, I hope."

"Well, may as well look fer somethin' else." Bloom picked up a book laying nearby. Flicking it open showed Spike it was ...

"The R to T edition of Encyclopedia Bucktanica?" He gave her a skeptic look once he calmed down a little, "Are you really sure you'll find your Cutie Marks in that?"

"Gotta be something in it." Scootaloo looked over Bloom's shoulder, her face brightening up on a certain page, "How about that?"

Sweetie joined them, " Yeah! Spike could help us!" she chirped.

"Help? Whoa whoa!" He said, throwing his hands up, "I still remember what happened the last time you three got me to help. It took me a week to scrub all the paint and glitter off!"

"If it helps, Ah thought ya looked good in yellow." Bloom offered before they advanced on him, "C'mon, Spike, please?" One by one, they unleashed the dreaded Puppy Dog eyes.

"All right! All right, I'll help. J-just stop it with those eyes." He barely finished the sentence before getting caught in a three way hug.

"Wow Spike, maybe you should hit the spa later." Sweetie ran a hand over his arm, "You feel really tense."

A barely audible whine escaped his throat.

A shuddering breath escaped Dusk as he tried to ignore the light tickle of Rarity's hands once again running over his naked torso with another measurement. All her friends knew she was experienced enough to only need a few minutes...

But Celestia's flanks, it felt like hours had past! It's nothing, he kept chanting to himself, she's just helping a friend out. But the seemingly innocent touches, the tickling sensation when she inadvertently breathed on him, not to mention the couple of times she had to get close and reach around to measure his chest! Why did they have to be so damn soft!?

Please, anyone or anything, just let it end!

"Aaand...there!" Her triumphant declare followed swing of the tape measure as she draped it around her neck, "I'll be around later today to get a few of your shirts to alter so you'll have something while I...Dusk! What's wrong!? Y-you're shaking like a leaf!"

"Huh?!" He glanced abruptly at her, "Oh! Uh, heh..s-sorry, just..just a little chilly in-in here." He tried to smile, and unfortunately failing somewhat, "Early m-mornings, you know."

"Hmm.." She started at him, and for a moment he was worried she wasn't going to buy it. "Well...all right. I'll admit it was a tad nippy when I woke up." Rarity looked at her calendar, "Barring any unexpected orders, I'll be able to get some your shirts adjusted over the weekend and new ones some time over the week." She held up his sweater, "Starting with this one. I'll bring it along when I go to get your other shirts this afternoon."

"The-the afternoon??" The feeling of dread grew. "But..but that means..."

Apparently she seemed to catch onto what Dusk meant, "Oh, don't be such a worrywart, Darling, Macintosh does it all the time. And if you're a little shy, you'd be hard pressed to find too many ponies up this early on a Saturday." Again, Dusk caught her saying something to herself. It sounded like, "Though with THAT body I don't know why." but he wasn't sure.

He sighed. Once she made a decision like this, it was easier to get a baked good away from Luna than sway her from it . "A-all right...later, Rarity." With that, he exited Carousel Boutique.

Thankfully she was right about Ponyville's streets being pretty much empty. The only real sign of anyone up and about was the smell of cooking wafting from Sugar Cube Corner. After some thought, and a little fiddling, Dusk managed to get his wings over his shoulders as sort of a makeshift coat. Not a real top by any stretch, but at least it'd give him a measure of modesty. "Well, guess I better head home."

He barely made it fifteen feet when a shadow appeared over him, followed by the yell of a familiar individual.

"DUUUSK!"

His gaze turned up just in time to 'eep' before one Rainbow Dash pounced on him.

WOOMPF!

The two collided, sending them both to the ground in a cloud of dust. The impact knocking his wings open in the process.

"*Kaff kaff* R-Rainbow, what the heck...! Where'd you come from?" As the cloud started clearing, he discovered just what kind of situation he was now in. Both her hands were planted firmly on both sides of his head and she was straddling his stomach, effectively pinning him.

"Hey Dusk!" She gave him an almost blinding smile, sitting "Just the stallion I was..." As she started to sit up, her eyes widened when she spotted his bare chest, "Looking fooooh-oh-ho-homina homina!" Her smile widened the more she looked down his torso, "Where the hay've you been hiding these puppies!?"

"Wha--" Was as he could out as she ran a hand over his chest, causing him to freeze up.

She trailed an appraising finger between his pecs, "Seriously! You're ripped!" The digit went across his collarbone before she binked, "Oh yeah, almost forgot!" She hopped up, pulling him along, "Flight lessons!"

"F-flying??" Dusk stammered, sweating a bit at how close she was standing to him. She was dressed in a black and white sports bra, its neckline low enough to let her own c-cup breasts peek out some. The matching spandex volleyball shorts she had on didn't help matters as they showed off the pegasus mare's long, slender legs and well-rounded backside.

"Duh! There's no way you can just sit there and let these big, awesome new wings of yours go to waste!"

"Well, I...I guess I can't fault that." Dusk scratched the back of his neck, "Come to think about it, it would be kinda cool to fly."

"Ok, first off is giving em a good stretch, just like with your arms. Watch" She extended hers out as far as she could, tensing them a bit before relaxing, "Now you try."

"Here goes...". He took a deep breath and extended his. A grunt escaped his lips as he felt the new muscles stretch and limber up. "Heh, feels pretty good. What nex..." His voice died when he saw Rainbow's reaction.

Half her face was taken up by a giddy smile and both eyes were wide, an unmistakable sparkle to them. "Whoa..." She squeed.

Did she...did Rainbow Dash just SQUEE? This cannot be good. He thought before she got a hold of herself and started looking at his wings.

"Wow, you got some serious bedwing here, Dusk." She commented, suddenly running her fingers through one, straightening out crooked feathers and dislodging loose ones she found. "Gonna have to get used to smoothing your feathers out when you get up. Get some wing conditioner too; a few of these loose ones feel kinda dry."

Dusk however, didn't quite hear her: he was too busy standing ramrod straight and fighting oddly pleasurable noises that kept trying to escape. LUNA'S MOON, that feels good! WHY does it feel good!? Though he'd never experienced it outside over affectionate hugs and glomps, he could easily equate the feeling with being groped in a rather sensual manner. It didn't help that he was now waging war with the bulge threatening to make itself known in his pants, Don't you dare! Go down, damn you! I'll imagine Granny Smith if I have to!

"Heh, ya know, this reminds me of an old mares tale about how wing size equaled to chest size, or something like that. Fluttershy kinda blows that notion outta the water. I mean, my wings are bigger than hers, but her tits are almost twice the size of mine. I'm a little jealous, to be honest." She gave him a coy look, "Then again, they never said if it applies to stallions." She didn't bother to hide what she looked down at, "With these monsters of yours, I wonder..."

It was with a loud, squeaky "HM!?" followed by a crimson blaze erupting on his face that he figured just WHAT she was looking at. It was also the last his resolve could handle. He screamed, "YIIIEEHEEHEE!!" and took off, his panic causing him to teleport mid-run.

Rainbow blink in obvious confusion, "Huh, was it something I said?"

As soon as he vanished, the boutique door slammed open and Rarity came out, "What is heavens is going on out here!?" She demanded, "I just heard the most awful shriek!"

Rainbow shrugged, "I dunno, I was just having some fun with him about his wings and that bod of his when he just freaked out."

"Hm, he was acting rather oddly when I was taking his measurements just a short while ago." Rarity scratched her chin, "Hmm..."

Meanwhile, Dusk reappeared from his impromptu exit: right above Sweet Apple Acres

"Oh shiii...!" He yelled, frantically trying to get his wings to flap in a usable manner, even using a bit of magic to try and keep himself in the air. Unfortunately, he was still in panic mode, and all his efforts got him was a big gust of wind that pushed him over a few feet and took away any chances he had to not go down. "Oh this is gonna sting!"

"Are you three sure this is gonna work?" Spike called up to Scootaloo, Bloom, and Sweetie, who were currently standing on the roof of the Barn. All three were wearing makeshift parachutes made of rope and sheets they had found inside.

"It's easy, we just jump and float down with our parachutes." Sweetie responded, "If something does go wrong, we'll have you to catch us!"

"That's all well and good but..."

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SKY DIVERS! GERONIMO!" They cried out in unison, leaping off the edge with their 'chutes' billowing out behind them. Unfortunately for them, Murphy's Law was quick to say hello. No sooner did they clear the roof, an unexpected gust of wind caught them.

"WHOA! EEK! INCOMING!" They yelled as the gust sent all three crashing into a nearby tree.

"Ohshitohshitohshit!" Spike yelped, bolting into the barn to retrieve the first aid kit they kept inside before rushing over.

As he got near the tree he could grunting and noises of disgust.

"Unf! Yugh! Nasty!" Could be heard up in it, which proved to be a relief when he spotted them. However, the state they were in... The kit slipped from his limp hands, eyes widened, and his jaw hung at the sight.

All three were caught in the branches by their parachutes, struggling to get loose.Thankfully the worst injuries appeared to be a few scrapes and scratches. But thanks to said branches, their clothing was ripped on multiple spots and sticky tree sap covered them. Bloom's shirt was almost torn open and Sweetie's dress was nearly ripped off her, a large patch of sap on her chest the only thing preserving any real modesty.

"Spike! A little help?" Bloom hollered down when she saw him.

"H-Hang on...I think I got it..." WUMF! RIIP! "Whoa!"

Spike barely had time to register before Scootaloo landed on him.

"Ow.."

"You all right, Scoot??"

"Yeah. Be better once I get this sap off."

As the chatter went on, Spike came to from his slightly stunned state...and was greeted with the sight of Scootaloo sitting on his chest...

And currently topless. Apparently her top remained stuck in the ropes, therefore giving him quite the view of her bare breasts, light purple nipples peering out from the fur.

Spike felt his face heat up, and his pants get little snugger. He tried to rectify this by looking down; to find her crotch scant inches from his face. Also, the body-hugging material gave him a perfect outline of her...

"Well, at least get off Spike!" Bloom's voice called out in the distance.

"Whoops! Sorry, Spike!" Scootaloo said, looking down at him. "You ok..." She froze when he saw how red his face was, plus the fact it seemed he was having trouble breathing, "Spike!? Guys, I think he's choking on something!" She cried, "Give him the Heimlich!"

"...sk...usk...Dusk!"

"Mmmm...wuh...?" Dusk winced when his vision cleared, but the headache had yet to vacate. The last thing he remembered was trying to glide a bit on his way down so he could hit the ground with a run. But the tree came up faster than he could turn.

"Dusk, you ok there?" The familiar voice spoke again. He looked over to see AJ kneeling beside him. He also saw the knotted top she had on, showing off the inner third of both her ample D-cups.

Cheeks flaring, he only managed a wheezing yelp before scrambling to his feet as fast as he could. "I'M FINE, hehehe...n-no problem!" He blurted out, staggering some.

"Whoa there!" AJ quickly stood to steady him, "Sure yer ok, Sugarcube?" Her mouth dropped a little when she saw he wasn't wearing a shirt. Sweet Appleoosa! Where's he been hidin' this!? She was almost about to run a hand over the muscles on his back before mentally slapping herself What are you doin'!? Yer friend could be really hurt; this ain't no time to be pawin' at him!

"I'm sure. Head's harder than it looks." Not. YOU! he mentally growled at the twitch in his pants, "Just...just a bad landing. That's all."

"All right...if yer sure." It took a her a moment before she finally relinquished her grip on him, "Anyhoo, Ah'm headin' back to the house fer a bite to eat. Wanna come along?"

"Ok, that bowl of cereal isn't really staying with me."

"Alright then, let's go." She started off, "Ah think Ah know just the thing for you, Dusk. A nice, warm pie with yer name on it!"

Now, had this been any other time, Dusk Shine probably would have know what she meant. Today, though, given all he'd been through, you probably could forgive him for reacting like he did.

"Dusk?" Applejack looked back when she heard an odd noise from him, only to find him standing there, trembling, "Sugarcube?"

"My body is NOT READY!" He suddenly screamed, abject terror in his voice, before he turned and ran like an Ursa Major was after him.

Applejack watched in befuddled surprise at the fleeing stallion, "Now what in sam hill's gotten into that boy??"

"Ok, um, get my arms around him...and squeeze. One, two! One, two!"

"Sweetie Bell, yer supposed to be behind him when ya do it!"

"It might be working, listen!"

They could all hear a low whine come from the dragon. It wasn't from what they thought, however.

"S-she's not...not wearing a b-b-b-bra, either...!" Spike felt his throat go bone dry slightly at the discovery, "S-soft....re-really soft!!"

"Maybe it loosened it! Ok, let me try the other way!" For some reason his shirt was getting tugged on, before it finally slipped off him, "Stupid sap! It's making his shirt stick to me!"

"Pull it off, then! I think he's turning blue!"

"One, two! One, two! It's not working! Anyone know mouth-to-mouth!?"

"A lil! Ah read a pamphlet on it last time Ah was at the doctor's fer a checkup!"

"Mouth -to-m-mouth!?" Things briefly settled; just long enough for his vision to clear and spot Apple Bloom's shirt, torn open and her Apple Valley in full display before him, a perky nipple the color of brown sugar also visible...just before his head head was mercifully lifted up, and Bloom's full and surprisingly soft lips touching his.

It lasted for only a moment before she pulled away, her cheeks pinking for some reason, "Did it work?"

"Are you supposed to blow air into him when you do that?"

"Huh? That pamphlet didn't say nothin' 'bout blowin' anyone!"

At that, the young dragon reacted.

With an inarticulate "YIHIEE!" of terror, he bolted, leaving three confused young mares behind him.

"Well, THAT was weird." Scooaloo said, watching the visibly terrified Spike disappear around a few trees.

"Ah'll say." Bloom agreed, her head titling in thought a little, "Come tah think of it, either of ya notice he seemed kinda panicky when we asks if he saw any Cutie Mark of us earlier?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it..." Sweetie spoke up, "I was too busy thinking about our Marks to really think about it then."

Scootaloo pointed to his shirt, still stuck to Sweetie, "And did you see how ripped he is now? When did that happen!?"

Three sets of eyes narrowed a little, "Hmmm."

"What in Mom's sun is going on around here!? Things weren't THIS insane before she said I was a prince!" Spike screamed to no one as he ran pell-mell through the orchard.

"You and me both, Spike!" Dusk yelled in reply, pulling up beside him from around an old shed.

"Well, so much a nice, normal day!"

"At least you didn't get groped by Rainbow Dash!" Dusk replied between pants, "And what the hell happened to your shirt?!"

"Could ask you the same thing! And she's just one, I got tripleteamed!" They veered through an opening in the fence, "So what do we do now?"

"Fluttershy!" Dusk called out, "If anypony's going to be normal and relaxed, its gotta be her! "

"Yeah, plus she's usually busy feeding all her animals by now! She'll be too focused on them for anything else!"

"Right! We can hang there for a little while and try to figure this mess out!"

"To Fluttershy's! Rally-ho!" They cried out in unision, sprinting across the field to their new destination.

Meanwhile, said mare was happily occupied scooping birdseed in the plethora of feeders around her house. "There you go." She giggled at the eager chirping of a group of sparrows that dove in once she'd finished, brushing off a few seeds from the long-sleeved white cotton shirt and light green pants she had on. "I hope you like this new blend. Zecora suggested it."

The birds started to respond when the rapidly approaching sound of feet got the attention of Fluttershy and every animal there. She turned just in time to spot Dusk Shine and Spike slow to a stop in front of her, gasping for air.

"Oh, Dusk...Spike. I didn't expect you two here today." She said, honestly surprised to see them.

"*Gasp" H...Hey, Flut*pant**cough*Fluttershy." Spike wheezed, propping himself up on his knees while Dusk braced against a nearby rock, "*cough* Give...give a second..*hack*"

"Oh my! Here, let me get you some water!" She quickly scampered into her house, returning a couple minutes later with two full large glasses, "Here you go."

"Thanks..." Dusk managed to get out before they downed the contents, not even worrying about some spilling down their fronts. Luckily for them, this prevented either from seeing Fluttershy's face when she looked. Nor did they hear the squeak she let out.

"Oh...oh-OH MY!" She thought, her eyes widening the longer she watched as the rivulets of water flow down both chests, "Wh-when did they get so...muscular!? I-I mean, I've never seen either of them without a shirt, not even to the beach. None of us have, now that I think about it." Her gaze shifted from Dusk to Spike and the growing pink in her cheeks spread, "Oh Celestia...I could crack walnuts on those...!"

"Oh, that hit the spot!" Dusk gasped in relief when he finished, breaking Fluttershy from her thoughts.

"Same! Thanks, Shy." Spike said, handing the glass back to her.

"Oh, y-you're welcome." She said, setting both of them on a nearby outdoor table, "Um, if you don't mind me asking...why were you so out of breath?"

"Let's just say we've been having a rough day." Dusk answered her, a drained look evident on both their faces, "Say, is it ok if we hang out here for a bit? At least till our nerves settle some."

"Yeah, we can help out with feeding the animals if you want." Spike added.

"Oh, w-well...I-I appreciate that, guys. Th-thank you." She pointed to some bowls full of various nuts, "I was about to get the squirrels and chipmunks next. They can be a little fussy at times, so it may take a few minutes."

Over the next fifteen minutes, both Dusk and Spike felt their frayed nerves begin to settle down and the stress from earlier melt away. Fluttershy had headed over to the nearby lake for an emergency concerning an otter with a cramp.

"Almost like a vacation, huh, Dusk?" Spike asked, rolling his eyes at the mongoose that decided he was a fun new jungle gym.

"You got that right." Dusk stretched and extracted a curious squirrel from his wing, "It's no penthouse suite, but it's a close second." He chuckled.

A few minutes later Fluttershy returned...

Her shirt now soaked. The now translucent material showing off her impressive D-cups, the cyan nipples standing out against her butter yellow coat, "That otter really needs to stop eating so fast when he's out on the water." She said.

"A stomachkkkkk-k-k-k-k-k---" Spike sputtered when he looked at her, the frayed feeling returning with a vengeance. Dusk turned to see why Spike was making such an odd noise and nearly broke the bowl he was holding, sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

"Third time this month." She sighed and shook her head, causing her breasts to bounce slightly, "He just can't resist crayfish." She picked up a basket of vegetables, "Have either of you fed the rabbits yet?"

"N-n-no....not y-y-yet..." Dusk managed to work out.

Spike just whimpered.

"Ok, just let me get them and we can see who's left."

They watched as she made her way to an eager group of rabbits.

"Dusk..." Spike's voice was barely audible, "Why isn't she wearing a bra, Dusk? This isn't fair...!"

"I-I know, Spike....I know..." Dusk patted his shoulder.

They both watched as a couple of birds flew out of the house and begin singing rapidly to her.

"Oh dear!" She set the basket down an rushed into the house, bouncing with each step, "Another emergency!"

"I can't take much more of this...." Spike said, sounding like he was ready to have a break down.

"Me too...m-maybe she'll see her shirt and go change..?" Dusk offered, though it was clear he was just trying to cheer himself up.

"Boys?" Fluttershy called out from the doorway, still in the soaked top, "Could you come inside, please? I need some help with my soaking wet, and very naughty, pussy."

"Both of them froze up."

She gave a scolding look at the drenched feline behind her, "I've told her over and over to stay out of the sink..." She looked back, "Dusk? Spike?"

Dragon and alicorn were already well down the road.

"Oh man...I..I dunno if I can keep this up!" Dusk panted. Apparently neither of them had fully recovered from the run from Sweet Apple. They'd just reached Ponyville when what little they'd gotten back was spent.

"Yeah..." Spiked winced as he tried to take another running step, "My legs feel like lead...!" An unholy growl suddenly rumbled from both their
guts, "And now I'm hungry..."

"Me too...you wanna try and risk Sugar Cube Corner?" Dusk pointed to the bakery, resting just across the street from them.

Spike sighed, "May as well...lucky I can still walk."

They trudged over, mentally going over what to select. Once they got there, the only sound in the place was the small bell that announced the door opening. Inside was empty, with the exception of somepony moving around in the back.

"Mr. Cake? Mrs. Cake? That you?" Spike called out. No answer. "Hello?" They looked at each other.

Dusk gulped, "P-Pink...?"

"HEY GUYS!" Pinkie Pie's chipper voice called out right behind them.

"AUGH!" They shrieked, whirling around to face her.

"Pinkie, I hate it when you...do...tha...." Spike trailed off, slacked jawed.

She just smiled, "Wow, you two are early! Normaly you don't show till---Ooooh!" A wide grin crossed her face, and they could swear, for just a second, that she licked her lips. "Duskcake and Beefspike" She purred, her voice suddenly turning husky, "Momma LIKE!"

"Wha...P-Pinkie..." Dusk tried not to hyperventilate at what he saw, "W-what the heck are-are you wearing??"

As far as they could tell, the party-happy pony was currently clad in nothing but an apron. Namely, one that did little to hide her voluptuous figure, if the way her borderline E-cup breasts were poking out the sides was any proof.

"Oh," She giggled, the action causing interesting things to happen behind her solitary garment, "It's laundry day!"

Spike looked hesitantly for an escape route, trying to ignore the shapely mare before them, "O-ok..b-but...I think he means...w-why are you naked!?"

"Silly hunkies, I'm not naked; still got my apron and favorite panties on!" She spun around to show she had on a pair of side-tie blue and pink striped panties with 'Soft Baked' written on the rear, "Say...while you're here, I could use the help of a yummy duo like you!"

"W-what?" They asked, not sure whether to be flattered or terrified at her calling them that.

In a flash, she was bent over, digging around in a cabinet and giving them an even better view of her panty-clad rear, "Wanna help fill my donuts?"

Four eyes almost bugged out of their sockets.

She stood back up, turning to show she had two pastry bags in her hands, "I've got jelly and...cus...tard?" The only sign anyone had been there was the lingering tinkle of the bell atop the door. "Huh, must be on a diet for those new muscles or something."

The two nearly collapsed on the floor the moment they got back to the library.

"I'm done..." Dusk groaned, falling almost face-first into the recliner while Spike just fell straight onto the couch, "Can't go any farther."

Spike's voice was slight muffled by the cushions, "If..if I didn't love her so much, I'd put Mom's name on a subscription to the most bizarre and warped fetish magazines I could find! The jail time with be WORTH IT!"

Dusk chuckled, wincing a little as he did, "Not sure if sending the Princess weird porn really counts as prison-worthy."

"Didn't say just pony. Heard the Minotaurs practically invented the word 'kinky'!"

"Heh," Dusk relaxed as best he could while trying not to cramp up, "I guess this is it, then. All our female friends are acting...uh...well, I'm not even sure how to describe it...I mean, the groping, the extensive close contact, the 'offers'." He shuddered a little, "You...you don't think she told them after we left the palace?"

"No, it's not Mom's style. She likes to mess with you personally. Besides, we both know Rarity considers that kind of humor 'uncouth' and Fluttershy just isn't the pranking sort."

"Got a point..." Dusk started when the door suddenly opened again.

"Dusk Shine, Spike. We need to talk." Rarity said as she marched in, the other girls right behind her.

They both tried to move for an escape, but were too exhausted to do much more than sit up a bit. Applejack and Bloom simply propped Spike up, sitting on either side of him.

Once they were all situated, Rarity began, "Well, as you can tell, we've recently met up. And after a brief discussion, have made a rather worrying conclusion."

"You've been actin' jumpier than Winona on bath day!" Bloom blurted out, getting everyone' attention, "Well, they are..."

"Yes, not quite the analogy I was looking for, Apple Bloom, but rather accurate. You two have been behaving bizarrely around us all day. Terrified, actually, on a few counts."

"I...uh...we..." Spike started saying, but anything else died in his throat.

"Yes, this really isn't like either of you..." Fluttershy added, looking at them worriedly.

"Well...you-you see..." Dusk tried to explain, but he had no better luck.

"It's almost like you boys are scared we'll pounce on you without warning or consent! Now, I'm all for 'without warning', and the other girls probably wouldn't pass up a chance for pouncing, but either way you butter it, the consent part is still super duper important!"

The others tried to parse out what she had just said when there was a sharp rap on the door. Saved by the knock! Dusk thought, forcing himself to his feet, "I'll get it." It took a minute for him to get there thanks to the growing soreness in both legs. He opened it to find a familiar-looking blue unicorn mare standing there, "Trixie? What are you doing here?"

"Dusk Shine!" She called out bombastically, "The Great and Powerful Trixie has come to inform you that she knows of Princess Celestia's declaration!"

"Y-you what!?"

She continued, "And therefore, she offers herself as your first consort!" With an exaggerated flourish, her cape opened, showing off the alarmingly skimpy bikini she had on underneath, barely covering her B-cup chest. "Though the carnal arts are unknown to her, she is confident that...that..." As she talked, the confident stance quickly faded. Soon she was crossing her arms over herself shyly, a bright blush on her face, "You'll be gentle our first time, won't you sempai?"