Twilight had a slight limp in her walk as she made her way into Ponyville from the farm. Her teats ached something fierce as she scowled at the little dragon who had done nothing to save her.

“What did you expect me to do?” Spike asked. “Apple Jack’s four times as big and, like, ten times as strong. What could I do to stop her?”

Twilight’s scowl deepened. “Anything. You could have done literally anything! But nooo. Rather than help the mare who singlehoofedly hatched and raised you just-”

“Two things,” Spike cut in, a claw raised. “One, you might have hatched me, but I seem to recall your parents and Shining Armor doing their part when you were busy studying.”

Twilight pursed her lips and growled, indignant at his logic. She opened her mouth, ready to rebuke him, but he cut her off once more.

“And second, roles reversed, can you honestly say you’d have done different?”

Twilight blinked owlishly as she processed Spike’s logic. “Shut up,” she grumbled and continued trudging into town.

“Oh don’t be like that. Come on.” He pulled at her hoof. “You’ll feel better once we get something in your belly.”

“Good point,” Twilight conceded as her stomach gave another gurgle. All that activity down on the farm had left her famished. “So, where should we eat?”

“That’s it! Swallow, bitch!”

Twilight’s ears perked as she and Spike turned in the direction of the sound. A chocolate brown colt with a pinwheel hat was in the midst of receiving a blow job from an older cream colored mare. They were both earth ponies and the mare had a cutie mark of a heart and baby bottle while the colt humping her face was still a blank flank. He gasped, making an ‘o’ face as he hilted himself in the mare’s muzzle. Her throat bulged as she drank his seed.

“There’s an idea,” Spike suggested as he and Twilight walked past the perfectly mundane scene. He gestured down his belly to his little balls and sheath.

Twilight rolled her eyes and smiled at the drake’s implication. “That’s very thoughtful of you, but I need something that would actually fill me up, and you’re probably still spent from fucking Apple Bloom. Am I right?”

Spike sighed. “Fair enough.” While cum did have some nutritional value, it wasn’t nearly as much as most ponies liked to believe. Besides, if Rainbow’s massive load in her pussy hadn’t filled her up, Spike knew he wouldn’t stand much of a chance even if he’d saved up.

Without warning, a pink blur shot out of a nearby door, right into Twilight and Spike, tackling them to the ground. When the dust settled, Spike found himself laying on top of Twilight with his nose pressed between her balls and pussy, which were still wet from the farm. He instinctively inhaled, savoring the smell.

Beside them lay a plush pink pony, her poofy mane and tail reminiscent of cotton candy. Twilight’s remaining tickets fell slowly onto her face, startling the mare back to consciousness. “Ahh!” she screamed and ran around. “Bats! Bats on my face!”

Her screaming alerted Spike and Twilight, who quickly clambered off one another and onto their feet and hooves, respectively. They watched in quiet curiosity as the mare continued to run in panic, only to come to a skidding halt in front of the tickets.

“Heeelp! Wait,” Pinkie gasped, her tone changed from panic to peaked curiosity in less than the blink of an eye. “These are… Tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala!?” Her eyes twinkled with the lights of many stars. “It’s the most amazing, incredible, tremendous, wonderful, terrifically humongous, toungiest, ball slappingist, orgasmic party in all of Equestria! I’ve always wanted to go!”

“Well now you can,” said Twilight as she brushed off a little dirt.

“You mean it!?” Pinkie’s face was so close to Twilight’s that the unicorn was fairly certain their eyeballs were touching. “This ticket with my name on it isn’t just some practical joke?” She pulled back and pressed the ticket into Twilight’s face. “‘Cause if it is, that’s a pretty mean spirited joke,” she scolded.

“It’s not. You have my solem word as Princess Molestia’s protégé and fuck toy that this is the real deal,” Twilight said in her most gracious and elegant imitation of the princess. After what she’d just gone through, it didn’t seem safe to piss off another earth pony.

Without warning, Pinkie wrapped both hooves behind Twilight’s head and pulled her into a full mouthed kiss. Twilight moaned as her mouth was invaded by Pinkie’s tongue, the slippery organ tasting sweet like sugar.

Pinkie extricated herself with a smack and a “Mwah!” before falling back on all four hooves, leaving the purple unicorn a little dizzy. “Say Spike. You’re not wearing your butt plug today, are you?”

Spike blinked at the sudden change of conversation. Seeing no harm in it, he turned around and lifted his tail, giving the pink mare an unobstructed view of his little anus. “Nope. Twilight’s been using my ass like a sleeping bag for her cock and she likes it better when it isn’t so, well, gaping.”

Pinkie frowned. “But I thought you wanted to give your ass to Princess Molestia one day. Don’t you need to practice?”

“Oh, he’s getting practice alright,” Twilight affirmed, sounding like she was bragging. “I’ve been experimenting with all kinds of modification spells for my cock. Tonight I’m going to try duplicating it to see if he can take both at once.”

“Ooh!” awed Pinkie. “So you’re using Spike’s little boy pussy like a Guinee pig? That’s so awesome! I wish I had a little boy pussy to practice cock growth magic on.”

Twilight frowned incredulously. “Can, um, you even do cock growth magic?” After all she’d seen from Pinkie, she felt it was a legitimate question.

“Don’t know. Never had a cock to magically grow before.” She turned her body to the side and gave her padded rump a shake, causing her sheath to bob and sway. She giggled at her little display. “Think I can borrow Spike to practice real quick?”

“Wh-what about the ticket?” Spike stammered. Something about the look Pinkie gave him just made him nervous.

Beaming, Pinkie picked up the ticket with her name on it and carefully slid it into her mane. “There. Now it’s safe and sound. Come on, Twilight. You can grab something to eat at Sugar Cube Corner while I practice my new cock magic.”

“Sounds great,” beamed Twilight as she picked Spike up in her magic and carried him inside with her, not wanting her meal ticket to run away.

The inside of Sugar Cube Corner immediately assaulted Twilight’s olfactory senses with the delectable aromas of sugar, fresh baked goods, and just a hint of sex. The bakery was more than just a place for ponies to wet their appetites. It was a place for ponies like Pinkie, who loved nothing more than to mix food and sex together, to indulge themselves. Where better for the Element of Food Fetish to work?

Pinkie hurried to the back of the bakery, leaving Twilight alone with Spike to make her order. The menu was divided into two sections. The larger section on the left held things like sweet breads, muffins, and exactly 77 flavors of cake. The smaller section to the right had many of the same items, but with a twist. You could eat a doughnut right off of Mr. Cake’s cock, gobble a cupcake that had been shoved up Mrs. Cake’s twat, or get something in or on yourself for a friend to enjoy. The customer was always right, after all.

Not feeling especially carnal at the moment, Twilight settled on a bit of sweet bread. “Thanks, Mrs. Cake,” she said as the small chubby mare handed over her order.

“It’s no problem, dearie. Oh!”

“Something wrong?”

“Oh nothing. I’ve just been a little gassy lately,” she tittered as she rubbed her slightly swollen belly. “If it keeps up, I think I’ll go see the doctor.”

Twilight nodded respectfully and carried her purchase and assistant with her to the table.

“You gonna let me down any time soon?” asked an irritated Spike as magic continue to envelop him.

“I’m back!” Pinkie proclaimed, a tube of chocolate sauce in her hoof.

“Hmm mmh,” Twilight said with an ever so sweet nod and smile.

Before Spike could offer a retort, he found himself snatched away by the pink mare, who carried him to the part of the shop that had mattresses on the floor. She dropped him down like he was so much luggage.

Spike turned around and readied to give the pink party pony a good telling off, but his voice caught in his throat. She was no longer smiling with a malicious glee that sent chills down his spine. Instead, she was pouting pitifully with shimmering puppy dog eyes that sent an arrow through Spike’s heart. No living creature could withstand a look like that and still claim to have a soul.

“Spike,” squeaked Pinkie. “Could you do auntie Pinkie a favor,” she handed him the tube of chocolate, “and squirt this in your little boy pussy?”

After a moment’s thought, Spike nodded wordlessly. He spread his legs wide, leaning back and using his tail for support to give himself access to his own anus. Usually he relied on other ponies, like Twilight, to stick foreign objects up his ass, so this was something of a new experience. Carefully gripping the middle of the tube, Spike aimed the narrowed end at his puckered opening and breathed deeply, preparing himself.

“It’s okay, little buddy,” Pinkie cooed. “You’re doing fine.”

Spike gave a sigh of relief, believing Pinkie’s words instantly. He brought the tip of the tube down, prodding at his anus. It felt weird, but also familiar, like the dildos Twilight made him use. The tip was a lot thinner than the dildos, so, after relaxing, he was able to sink it in about an inch. He looked up at Pinkie, his eyes pleading for instruction.

“Good boy, Spike,” she cooed and gave him a kiss on his nose. “Now squeeze the middle of the tube. Just a little, though. The idea is to give me something sweet to lick so I can lube you up with my,” she licked her lips, “tongue.”

Spike nodded, accepting the instruction, and did as he was told. He squeezed the middle of the tube, carefully, and felt the contents squirt into his colon. It was soft and creamy inside his ass. It was like a pony’s jizz, but a lot cooler. “It’s… cold.”

“Well it’d better be. I just pulled it out of the frige, silly,” Pinkie tittered.

Spike shuddered, his little cock popping from its sheath.

“Aww. Look who came out to play.” Pinkie giggled as she prodded the little pink shaft with her hoof, watching it bob and sway. “You can take the tube out now, Spike. That should be enough.”

“Oh. Right.” Spike giggled nervously, grateful for the cue.

Gently, Pinkie took the tube from Spike’s little claws. Having her meal prepare itself was always a treat, but right now she was becoming impatient. She took aim with the tube’s end and gave a squeeze, applying a thick dollop all over the drake’s little dick, completely covering it in sugary goodness. “There. Isn’t that better?”

Spike, his legs still splayed and back still arched, just nodded, uncertain of what else to do. He was helpless before the pink party futa mare, and couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.

Twilight sighed contentedly as she watched Pinkie. The pink mare had been considerate enough to angle herself and spike to give Twilight the ideal view, for which she was grateful. She took another bite of her sweet bread, chewing the fluffy substance as she watched Pinkie lick her lips before diving down on Spike’s chocolate covered cock.

The drake threw back his head in ecstasy, his throaty moans like music to Twilight’s ears. “Take it easy, Spike. Remember what I taught you about holding out.”

Spike nodded, grimacing, and tried to breathe as he’d been taught, focusing his mind on other things to hold off on his climax. Pinkie’s expert oral skills weren’t helping the matter as she swirled her tongue around his little dick, trying to lick up every trace of flavor she could find.

Pinkie hummed and moaned in delight. Her tongue moved with practiced dexterity. Spike’s little cock was different from what she was used to from stallions and colts, but that just made the treat all the more special in her mind. An altruist at heart, Pinkie was mindful to give her rump a jiggle-wiggle in the direction of the counter. The delighted whinny Mrs. Cake gave was like sugary sweetness to the pink mare’s ears.

Spike tried to think distracting thoughts as he fought the urge to hump upward. Gems. Chocolate. Gems covered in chocolate. That was good. Pinkie was sucking even harder now, bringing him close. He dove deeper into his own thoughts. Tiny bite-sized gems covered in chocolate, being held in Rarity’s sweet, delectable mouth, all while she beckons him forward to… that did it!

“Gah!” Spike cried as he thrust upward, unleashing his miniscule load into the pink pony’s mouth.

Twilight giggled. She really couldn’t blame Spike for not lasting longer. Pinkie’s oral skills were a dangerous force that few could withstand, as she knew from personal experience. She shuddered in delight from the memory, only to just now realize that she’d been rubbing her marehood for some time. Looking around the bakery, she gave another giggle when she noticed that other patrons were also watching the pink mare’s show. Again, she could hardly blame them. To call the jiggle-wiggle of Pinkie’s cake patted backside ‘eye-catching’ would be like damnation through faint praise.

“Mmh. Yummy!” chirped Pinkie as she licked her lips clean. “Chocolate dragon jizz is best dragon jizz!” she proclaimed, daring anyone to challenge what she knew to be an irrefutable truth.

“I don’t know,” Spike panted. “I kinda like strawberry.”

Pinkie blinked as her mind processed this new input. “Chocolate strawberry dragon jizz is best dragon jizz!” She stood on her hind legs with her forelegs spread out in dramatic declaration, only to fall back on all fours and look down at spike with cavity inducing sweetness. “But we can work on that later. Right now,” she picked the little drake up and flipped him over on the bed, head down and ass up, “there’s another treat I’ve been itching to try.”

Spike pulled his little arms under his head, ready to use them for leverage for what was to come. He also flipped his tail up as high as it would go, exposing the chocolate ring painted around his butt and the little dab right on his anus that served as the bullseye of the target… When did that get there?

“Aww. Such a yummy treat,” Pinkie tittered. “For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have.” The pink pony gave Spike’s buns a good, long lick. The texture of his scaly butt was a lot different from the fuzzy plots she was used to, but she liked it just the same. Eventually she finished lapping up at his butt cheeks, leaving them slick with her saliva as she teased her tongue ever closer to his little anus.

“Please!” Spike begged. “Just stick it in me already!”

Pinkie, never one to disappoint, obliged. Her tongue poked and prodded at his little, quivering entrance. “Wow Spikey. I’ve barely started and your little butt is already opening for me. I guess it must have been trained well.” She craned her neck to look at Twilight, giving the mare a saucy wink of appreciation.

“I do what I can,” Twilight admitted with false modesty.

Pinkie returned to her dessert, probing her tongue deeper than ever. She sealed her lips around his little anal ring and started to suck. Unfortunately, her powerful lungs actually worked against her, extricating all of the delicious chocolate from his chocolate hole much quicker than she’d have liked.

“Oh sun!” Spike gasped. He turned around to look at Pinkie, eyes wide in awe. “No one’s ever sucked my ass like that before.”

Pinkie tittered and lapped up a bit of chocolate that had found its way on her nose.

“I bet you could suck a golf ball through a rubber hose with a mouth like that.”

“Basketball, actually. Always gotta be ready for ball emergencies,” she distractedly admitted to the surprise of Ponyville’s newcomers, but not the locals who were already familiar with the pink one’s eccentricities. “Anyway, now’s time for the good part.” She stepped forward, placing her hooves to either side of Spikes head. His tail tickled her belly. She squatted down and angled her dick with the little dragon boys delicious, eager little tail hole. She sucked in a hissing breath through her teeth when the tip made contact.

“J-just hurry and put it in already,” begged Spike. “The suspense is killing me!”

“Okay, little boy. Here comes auntie Pinkie.” With a steadying breath, she pressed the tip more firmly against his hole. It opened easily for the first inch of her massive pink cock.

“Oh sun!” Spike gasped, feeling his anal cavity stretch around its new guest. He gave his buns a little shake, coaxing Pinkie to continue.

“Wow, this is smooth,” Pinkie said as she slipped another inch in. “Like, really smooth.” Her panting was growing heavy as she felt the slick tightness of Spike’s ass grip around her cock. “Like, I’ve used dildos on all sorts of ponies who weren’t this smooth. Your ass is amazing, Spike!”

Spike blushed and whimpered as he felt another few inches of Pinkie’s length sink inside his, apparently, super trained hole. He felt his heart swell in pride from the compliment. It gave him hope that Princess Molestia would like his ass just as much.

Pinkie wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and stepped forward again. Finally she’d hilted inside, her balls tapping his little sack and making the pair of them moan in joy. They stood like that for a while, just getting used to the feeling of one another.

Twilight was masturbating full on now, using her hooves on both her erection and winking marehood, but she wasn’t the only one. All around her the bakery’s patrons were taking a special interest in her friend and assistant. Ponies of every age and sex were watching the scene unfold with intense interest, most while masturbating or touching one another. Even a pair of mares who had been in the middle of eating each other out since Twilight’s arrival had taken a break to watch. Twilight wondered why this was for a moment, and then it hit her.

Pinkie was a futa. Ponies with both sexes were super rare and were rarely seen outside of the most lavish and expensive of brothels. More than that, Pinkie was a celebrity. After stopping Nightmare Moon, word had spread far and wide of the grand accomplishment of the “Mane Six”, as the papers had taken to calling them. And to top it all off, she was in the middle of fucking a baby dragon, an even rarer sight than a futa.

Pinkie Pie, to the surprise of none, was utterly oblivious to her newfound fame. Sure she was aware of all the eyes upon her, but that just made the moment more exhilarating as she pulled her cock out about half way, sliding her taut skin over the dragon boy’s fleshy insides. She quickly humped forward, coaxing a cute little moan from her little lover before repeating the process.

“You’re so comfy-wumfy around my cock, Spike,” Pinkie confessed, sounding winded. She was pistoning in and out of Spike’s hole, making loud, wet smacks as she moved. “Your ass is so great. It’s like it was made for my futa dick!”

“Y-yeah?” Spike asked. He gave a whimper after Pinkie pulled out again, leaving his ass feeling distressingly empty. “It really feels that good?” He gasped when she thrusted back inside, stretching him out so wonderfully, followed by a happy cry when he felt her large testicles slam into his miniscule sack.

“Oh yeah.” She looked down at Spike’s face, so beautifully twisted in bliss as he bounced beneath her. “This is the best dragon ass I’ve ever had. I love it!”

“Yeah!” Spike growled back, his ego adequately appeased as he began slamming his butt back with Pinkie’s movements. Despite his blissful haze, a devilish smirk crossed his lips as he got an idea. Just as Pinkie had pulled out once more, Spike shot his tail up and wrapped the scaly appendage around her left teat, making her squeak. Taking that as a sign of approval, he coiled his tail around the fleshy mound like a snake. He loosened his grip, only to tighten it when Pinkie thrusted back in his ass.

“K-keep that up!” Pinkie cried. Her thrusting had doubled in speed. A part of Pinkie wanted to laud the little dragon with more praise for his expert tail work, but the words caught in her throat as she humped. Another part of her remembered that he wanted to give his ass to the princess one day. This part persisted, knowing beyond doubt that any mare would love a dragon tail on her teats. The words failed again when she gave another thrust, faster than before, and felt her balls collide with his little sack so hard it almost hurt. She wanted to praise him, to thank him, to make him feel special for having such a wonderful butt. She just wanted to help, but her body had other ideas. Her hips were moving so fast now that some patrons were having trouble keeping up. Faster and faster she went, all while Spike’s little boy pussy felt more amazing than ever. “Tight! So tight. Spike, your ass is getting tighter. It’s amazing!”

Spike didn’t hear Pinkie. He was in the middle of being fucked stupid as the last of his cognitive ability was focused on squeezing her breast. His ass was being stretched beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Except there was no pain like the first time he’d taken a vibrator or Twilight’s big dick. There was only joy, the ecstasy of being filled and stretched, and he loved it.

Twilight heard, however. Toning down from her masturbation, she lit her horn and cast several analysis spells. All ponies had magic, but where unicorns had external magic with the use of their horns, earth ponies and pegasi had internal magic. An analysis spell allowed one to see the magical aura when an earth pony coaxed life out of the earth or a pegasus manipulated the clouds. Right now, Twilight’s jaw fell as she watched Pinkie’s pistoning cock glow no differently than her own horn. She was so shocked that she had to summon a pen and parchment and stop masturbating so she could take notes.

Pinkie put a hoof between Spike’s shoulder blades, pushing him down as she started fucking with reckless abandon. Her vision went a little hazy as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her dick. Her climax struck without warning, sending over a gallon of jizz down Spike’s colon as a veritable fount of mare juices sprayed from her backside.

Spike’s whole body shook as his own climax hit. He gave a desperate cry of joy as he felt his backside and belly swell, filling with the sweetness of Pinkie’s cum. The little dragon boy belched and a bit of air washed over his tongue. He licked his lips, loving the sweet flavor of Pinkie’s cream that filled his mouth. Next time he’d have to try it directly from the source.

Pinkie momentarily lost her hoofing and fell onto Spike. She caught herself in time, but couldn’t bring herself to move as her cock spasmed within his anal cavity, emptying its final spurts of cum into his wonderful rear. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to get her legs to move, but they were all tickly-prickly and refused to respond.

“Holy guacamole, Pinkie!” Spike gasped, sounding tired. “That was the best ass fucking I’ve ever had.”

Had Twilight not been so wrapped up with note taking, she might have registered his words and taken offense.

“Y-you too, Spike,” Pinkie said as she finally found the strength to move. She felt a pang of regret as she slid her softened cock out of her little friend’s wonderful ass, leaving it gaping just long enough for her to see her load in his rectum before it closed. “I’m not sure what happened towards the end, there, but do you think you can come around Sugar Cube Corner tomorrow, same time? I’ll bake you ruby encrusted cupcakes,” she sang.

With feeling finally returning to his legs, Spike pulled himself up, turned around, the motion causing the cum in his body to slosh around. He nearly lost his balance for a second, before giving Pinkie an eager nod. He could never say no to food, or cute mares.

“Pinkie!” Twilight exclaimed as she ran up to her pink friend, wielding her notes like a weapon. “You did it!”

“Did what?”

“Cock growth magic!” Twilight insisted. Now she was the one pressing her face eyeball-to-eyeball with Pinkie. “You really did it! Well, it wasn’t any kind of cock growth magic I’ve ever seen,” she clarified. “The thaumatergical matrices were all wrong, but the spell worked anyway. Do you have any idea what this means?”

Pinkie’s neck was craned back as Twilight invaded ever deeper into the pink mare’s personal space. She was happy that Twilight was happy, even if she didn’t understand all the words being used. Also, her neck was starting to cramp. Still, she’d been asked a question, so Pinkie gave it its due consideration until she came up with, in her mind, the most appropriate answer. “Undiscovered thauma-what’s-its magic party?”

Twilight blinked and pulled back from Pinkie’s bubble, finally remembering who she was talking to. “I don’t know about a party, but your right that this is a previously unprecedented thaumatergical reaction. Tell me. What was going through your head when you noticed your penis started growing? Was it a conscious effort, or an unintended reaction?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Eh.” When Twilight started giving her the stink eye, she decided to elaborate. “I don’t know. I mean, usually I don’t think much when I’m having sex. Spike’s butt just felt really, really good and…” she paused, touching her hoof to her chin as she considered how best to word her feelings. “It just felt so super good, my mouth still tasted like chocolate, and… Oh! I guess I kinda-sorta remembered that Spike wanted to give his ass to the princess one day and I kinda-sorta wished there was some way I could help.”

Twilight nodded along, her expression unreadable. “You… wished?”

“Yaperoony!”

“Interesting,” the purple horse said distractedly as her pen scribbled away. “Spike.”

“Yea-urp,” he belched as he waddled up to Twilight. “Need me to take a letter?”

“Not yet, Spike. Thanks again for the meal, Pinkie,” she said with a polite bow. Being on the brink of a groundbreaking discovery was no excuse to forget one’s manners. She whapped Spike’s rear as a gentle reminder.

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the fucking. I really appreciated it.”

“Any time, my booty-licious dragon boy,” Pinkie said, licking her lips. “Any chance you two’d like to stay for a second round?”

“Sorry Pinkie, but I’m gonna need some more notes if I want to present a proper thesis to the princess for this week’s friendship report.”

“Uh, Twi.”

“Yes, Spike.”

“I’m pretty sure Molestia wants the friendship reports to be about, you know, friendship,” he reminded gently. “Like, lessons you learn about being a good friend and fuck buddy?”

Twilight gave a dismissive snort. “Spike. The social sciences are a joke and anypony who says otherwise can get fucked up the ass with a cactus.” A number of the bakery’s patrons flinched at that analogy, alerting the purple pony to the fact that she was currently, and had for some time, been the center of attention. She lowered her head, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Reading her body language, Spike gave a nod to Pinkie as both started pushing their mutual friend to the back room, away from all the prying eyes. Spike then started stroking Twilight’s mane, his claws doing a remarkable impression of a comb, just like the one Twilight Velvet would use to help Twilight calm down whenever she suffered an anxiety attack as a filly.

After about a minute, Twilight gave a long sigh and nodded to Spike. “Thanks a lot for calming me down, Spike. I knew there was a reason I keep you around,” she added cheekily.

Spike flashed a toothy grin at Pinkie. “She’s not lying. Without me, Twilight would probably lose the horn on her head.”

Twilight rolled her eyes and gave the dragon a shove, but she couldn’t really argue. As much as she loved organization and checklists, Spike had always been the linchpin to keeping her organized. The little things he did like brush her mane, take notes for her, force her to eat whenever she’d forgotten to do so on her own, and so on were all that kept her life from being an absolute mess.

“If that ever happens, you should check your plot,” Pinkie said matter-of-factly. “Whenever I lose something, nine times out of ten it finds its way up my plot.”

Twilight blinked, frightened of how easily she accepted the pink one’s words. “What about the tenth time?”

Pinkie giggled nervously as her left ear gave an anxious twitch. “You really don’t want to know.”

Twilight nodded resolutely, her normally inquisitive mind accepting this new information as objective fact. “Right, well, like I was saying, I’m gonna need some more notes on this phenomenon before I report to Molestia. I’ve got to give Rarity and Fluttershy their tickets, anyway, so this’ll be a great chance to see how this, I hesitate to say, new magic,” she shivered with nervous excitement, “manifests in unicorns and pegasi.”

Spike cleared his throat.

“Oh. And I guess I’ll throw in a couple paragraphs about good friends, uh, volunteering their bodies for the good of science. Yeah. That sounds plausible, right?”

Spike made a sound like a buzzer while giving Twilight a thumb down.

“It could stand to be a little more personable,” Pinkie added, trying to sound gentle.

“Fiiiine,” whine Twilight. “I’ll think of something else. But first we need to collect some data.” Waving goodbye to Pinkie, Twilight picked Spike up in her magic and took off out the bakery’s back door.

Pinkie giggle-snorted. “Ha. Back door. Good one, Mr. Narrator boss man sir.”

… What?

Author's Note

And that was the second part. I’m liking the idea of pouring a little emotion into these characters and not having everything about just mindless sex. There’s affection, comradery, character growth, and science. Also, some hints at an ongoing arc.