“So what’s there to do in Ponyville, anyway?” Sweetie asked as they trotted along. “Most of my time here has been spent between my sister’s legs. Not that it’s not a great view,” she quickly amended, “but it’d be nice to see what else this town has to offer.”

“Preaching to the choir on that one,” Spike remarked. Only now had he realized that he had two very cute fillies walking to either side of him as they made their way down the road. He grinned and puffed out his chest, liking how it felt like he was being escorted by his very own harem of lovely ladies. “I’ve gotten to know a lot about this place, but you should ask Bloom if you really want to know what’s what.”

“Well, Sugar Cube Corner is the best place for cakes, cookies, and milkshakes… assuming the machine is working,” AB began. “But Diamond Tiara’s havin’ her cute-ceañera there tomorrow, so we probably shouldn’t spoil our appetites.”

“Whose Diamond Tiara? A friend of yours?”

AB wobbled her hoof uncertainly. “More like an obligated future business partner. Our families do a lot o’ business together, so it’s jus’ kinda accepted we’re supposed ta hang out.”

“I heard she’s a cunt,” Spike blurted.

“Well, a little,” AB allowed, “but try not ta say that to her face. Especially tomorrow.”

“Sounds fascinating,” Sweetie gushed dramatically. “Noble houses obligated by honor, hidden secrets, duplicitous betrayals, and a myriad of compelling characters all doing whatever they can in the eternal struggle for power!” The white filly stood on her hind legs, concluding her thrilling summary with a flourish as the others stared back in confused awe.

“Are ya’ll, like, a dictionary?”

“Psh, no. I just do a lot of reading. It’s actually pretty amazing what all you can do between another pony’s legs once you learn how to multi-task.”

“I should introduce you to Twilight sometime,” Spike said. “I bet you two’d get along great.”

“Twilight? The librarian?”

“And Princess Molestia’s favorite fuck toy,” Spike bragged. “I just so happen to be her number one assistant.”

Sweetie’s eyes went back to sparkling. “That’s amazing!” She then tackled Spike, knocking him onto his back as she sat on his belly. “So you’re from Canterlot, right? Are you guys feuding with other noble houses? Wait… I just remembered Diamond Tiara’s the daughter of Filthy Rich, the richest pony in town. Are you going to the cute-ceañera to plot some kind of assassination?”

Spike just stared awkwardly back at the excitable filly. “Uh… no?”

“Well,” AB began, uncertain if her next words would calm things down or just lead to escalation. “Pretty sure mah sister’s datin’ Twilight, so Ah guess our,” she gestured between herself and Spike, “houses are in kinda an alliance, Ah think?”

“That’s so romantic,” Sweetie swooned, paying no mind to the way her pert little rump was rubbing dangerously close to Spike’s groin. “You guys are a lot of fun. I wish my life was as interesting.”

“Well, yer sister’s an Element o’ Debauchery, jus’ like mine,” AB pointed out. “Plus, you’ll be hangin’ out in Ponyville a lot more, so…”

“It definitely won’t get boring,” Spike added. “We once got invaded by a giant space bear.”

“I read about that in the papers!” exclaimed Sweetie. “The whole town pitched in to fend it off, but it was Twilight who dealt the finishing blow.”

“Technically, she just orgasmed it to sleep, but I bet she’ll prefer that explanation,” Spike allowed, now aware of his hardening prick. “Uh, Sweetie?”

“Yeah?” Sweetie asked. Her eyes followed down to where Spike was gesturing. “Oh. Oops.” She blushed guiltily, but didn’t move. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be proactive,” Bloom ordered. “Ah read that on a poster once. It actually showed this exact thing happenin’. Only they was both colts ‘n’ the one on top was givin’ this really lusty smile. Yeah, like that.”

Nodding her affirmation, Sweetie began rubbing her butt up and down along the dragon’s pink prick. She clenched her bottom, and they both gave out little moans as she moved. The drake’s prick was burning hot between her little ass cheeks, which in turn stoked the filly’s inner fire. Her top cheeks had turned a hot pink as her breathing grew heavy. She tried clenching and unclenching her ass muscles as she moved. However, Rarity hadn’t yet gotten around to teaching her how to properly hot-dog someone, so her technique was lacking. “Have you gotten… bigger?”

“I don’t think s-so,” Spike stammered. “Twilight’s been taking a lot of measurements, so nothing you’d notice.”

“Well, I’m noticing,” Sweetie asserted as her bouncing grew fiercer. “And this thing definitely feels a bit bigger.”

That got AB’s attention as she lowered herself down for a better look. She was mere inches away from Sweetie’s butt and Spike’s groin, the smell of their naughty bits permeating her nostrils. Even as she grew a little wet, she tried to keep her focus. Adding to the complications was how Spike’s cock kept disappearing between the white lumps of marshmallow, not to mention how tantalizing his little balls looked. AB stared for as long as she could, but couldn’t make out any difference. “Nah. Ah don’t think it’s any bigger.”

“Whatever. It still feels great!” Sweetie declared.

“No arguin’ here,” AB added before finally giving in. She lunged forward, shoving her nose right up against the white filly’s little anus. Sweetie gave a girlish squeak of surprise, which quickly morphed into a lustful moan. AB inhaled deeply of the little unicorn’s scent as her tongue stabbed out and lapped at Spike’s balls. His sounds were equally adorable.

Sweetie ceased her bouncing and lifted herself high enough to see what she was doing. Taking Spike’s cock in hoof, she lined everything up before sitting back down. She gave a deep moan of satisfaction, not moving as her body got used to the sensation of fullness. “Yeah. You’re definitely bigger.”

Not one to argue with such an ego boost, Spike just gave a cock-sure grin as he planted his claws on the unicorn’s little filly buns. He gave a squeeze, and she gave a squeak. He remembered her from the Celebration, and his cock remembered her pussy as the only one tighter than AB’s. That hadn’t changed, nor had Spike’s renewed desire to claim this pussy and make it his. The drake gripped tightly around the filly’s rump and began gently rotating her around on his pink prick.

Sweetie nodded, getting the message and beginning to move at his direction. “This feels gooood,” she cooed.

“Course it does,” AB added, pausing in her ball licking. “He’s got the best dragon cock in town.”

“Nuh-uh!” Sweetie argued petulantly, rotating her hips around. “I do!” And she gave her cunny a firm clench to emphasize her point, making Spike arch his back. “See. Mine!”

AB tittered and resumed her nosing and licking, a hoof reaching back between her legs to make sure she wasn’t neglecting herself. She hummed happily to herself, feeling blissful contentment in providing this assistance. Deep down, she knew that this wasn’t an ordinary fucking. This was the sort of bond-building intimacy that led to lasting friendships. And based on the sounds Spike was now making, as well as the quivering she felt in his balls, it looked like they were about to seal the deal.

“S-Sweetie,” Spike warned. His claws were digging tightly into her supple rump as he slammed his cock into her folds.

“Y-yeah. M-me too,” she replied breathlessly. “Give it to me, Spike! Fuck me hard!”

“Here. It. Cooomes!” Spike said in his best adolescent roar, slamming himself one last time into the unicorn filly’s snatch.

Sweetie gave a high-pitched cry as she squirmed. Her little legs kicked and thrashed involuntarily, but Spike held her in place. Her squirming grew even more desperate when she felt the first eruptions of the drake’s seed into her waiting pussy. It felt like her body might melt from the overwhelming heat, and it was all just too amazing.

AB’s face was awash with a mix of sexual juices as the unicorn filly sprayed all over her. The filly nectar was as sweet as honey, but the dragon spunk being forced out had a much stronger, more pungent flavor that greatly enhanced the first. As such, the earth filly abandoned the dragon’s balls in favor of suckling straight from the source.

Being on the less experienced end of things, Sweetie collapsed with a huff onto Spike’s chest. He allowed this, combing his claws along her scalp in the way that AB had always found relaxing after a good fuck. AB had her own little orgasm, but was much more coherent afterward, allowing her to continue suckling and slurping for every drop she could find.

“That was,” Sweetie began breathlessly, “even better than last time!”

“Really? Last time we had a freaking goddess sucking us off!” Spike replied in disbelief.

“I know, right?”

Spike just held onto the filly while giving her scratchy scratches. Every now and then, he’d giggle at the way AB would tickle his balls, but otherwise, the drake and unicorn were allowed to relax until they’d caught their breath.

“I should probably get a shower,” Sweetie said after sniffing under her pit. “Rarity’d get all pissy if I came home all stinky.”

AB made a show of pressing her nose into the unicorn’s pink and purple mane before taking an exaggerated sniff. “Smells fine ta me.”

Sweetie smiled appreciatively. “Yeah, but my parents are real strict about proper hygiene, and Rarity’s even worse. If I go home smelling like this, she’s liable to scrub my fur off trying to get me clean just to punish me.”

AB flinched at the thought, but Spike just looked at her impassively.

“But I guess it can wait a little,” Sweetie allowed. “You guys still need to take me on a tour of the town.”

“There’s so much to show, too,” AB added excitedly. “AJ once told me Ponyville’s got some o’ the best scenery in all Equestria. We got mountains, lakes, a bunch o’ forests, some steep cliffs the pegasi like to hang out at… What else?” she asked while rubbing her chin.

“Rarity said there’s an abandoned quarry she visits to get her gems, but I’ve never been there,” Sweetie added.

“Same. Sis says it’s dangerous ‘r’ somethin’. Never said why, though.”

“We should go exploring,” Spike suggested, looking at AB. “You know your way around, right? Let’s just head out of town and see where the adventure takes us.”

“I love it!” Sweetie chirped. “It’ll be like the tales of the old crusaders who tamed the wilds.”

“Hey, there,” spoke up an approaching filly. She was an orange pegasus with what looked to be underdeveloped wings, but no one said anything for fear of being rude. “Sorry for eavesdropping, but did I hear you guys say you were headed out of town?”

“I remember you!” AB gasped. “You were with us at the Slutty Sun Celebration. Scootaloo, right?”

The filly stood tall and puffed out her chest in pride. “The one and only. And you’re… Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and… Spike?” All three nodded. “Cool. Think I can come along?”

“Well, Ah don’t see any harm, but why?”

The orange filly dipped her maroon mane and gave a sigh. “I’m guessing you know about Diamond Tiara’s cute-ceañera, right?”

AB nodded, her forgotten sullenness crashing back upon her. “Yeah. Ah’m goin’ tomorrow.”

“Same, but…” Scootaloo turned her body sideways to show off her blank flank. “I really don’t want to be the only pony there who doesn’t have her cutie mark yet.”

“No worries there,” Spike cut in and pulled the unicorn and earth filly close. “Cuz these two are going, and so am I.” He turned around and wagged his tail.

Sweetie giggled. “Hey, yeah! We can’t all go to the same party wearing the same thing. My sister will have a freak-out.” That got the others chortling.

“That’s nice and all, but I was actually hoping more for some exploration buddies,” Scootaloo continued. “See, my idol is the one and only Rainbow Dash,” she said as if she were bragging. “And when I told her I was all bummed about not having my cutie mark, she said she’d help me out if I helped her out, if you get my meaning,” she finished with a lascivious wink.

“It’s Rainbow Dash,” AB said plainly. “She had ya eat her out.”

“Rub her out, but it was still amazing!” Scootaloo squeed excitedly. “Anyway, she said that sitting around and waiting for my cutie mark was just plain dumb. If I want to find my special talent, then I have to look for it.”

“Like, under a rock?” Spike asked.

“Maybe,” Scootaloo admitted. “Digging around might get me some kind of mining cutie mark. Or maybe exploring the forest could get me a wilderness survival cutie mark. Rainbow Dash said that the key was to keep trying as many things as possible until I found something that felt right.”

AB clucked her tongue in thought. “That’s actually not a bad idea. Ah tried a bunch o’ different ways o’ sellin’ apples, but none worked. So now Ah think Ah jus’ need ta try somethin’ else.”

“Exactly!” Scootaloo pointed at AB. “Rainbow Dash started me off with some things like kite flying and roller derby, but then she had to fly off cuz her awesomeness was needed elsewhere,” she said in whimsical awe. “So I was just thinking of stuff to try when I overheard you guys, and it sounded really fun.”

“It sure does,” AB agreed and waved Scootaloo over. “The more, the merrier.”

The orange filly beamed and buzzed her wings before scampering up to join the others. “So what do we do first?”

***

There was no shortage of activities along the town outskirts. Being youngsters, the four wasted no time in starting with a game of tag, the desire for a cutie mark in running as their paper-thin excuse. However, this activity was short-lived after Scootaloo found something of interest.

“It’s a bug! Hey guys. Come look at this.”

The others gathered around to marvel at the little insect.

“Look at those claws.”

“I think they’re actually pincers.”

“Who cares? They’re huge!”

“Touch it.”

“Hell no! It’ll bite me.”

“I’ll use this,” Spike declared as he held up a stick. Then, as children are prone to do, he began to poke at things. The beetle ignored it at first, so Spike just poked harder. He wanted to agitate the thing into biting the stick, his imaginative side hoping that the beetle might cleave through the piece of wood. However, after about a minute, the beetle just opened its wings and flew off.

“Aww,” Sweetie whined. “It had such pretty colors.”

“And those super cool pincers,” Scootaloo added. “Think we can get our cutie marks in studying bugs?”

“Entomology,” Sweetie corrected. “And maybe. There’s cutie marks for, like, literally everything.”

“Follow that bug!” AB declared, sounding the charge, and the four gave chase.

Unfortunately, the beetle had too far a lead, and none of them could fly or parkour very well. However, the youngsters would not be deterred so easily, and set about searching for other bugs. Spike was tasked with running back to the library for an entomology book so that they’d know what the hell they were doing, along with a pen and some spare paper. Multiple species of bugs were found, cataloged, and released with only a minimal failure rate due to accidental crushing or eating. No matter how much Spike insisted, Sweetie refused to believe he wasn’t the culprit on the latter.

“That was pretty fun,” Scootaloo declared. “Although I think my brain hurts from learning all those big words.”

“Yeah. Fifteen syllables fer a plain old worm is downright criminal!”

“So, did it work? Did we get our cutie marks?” At Sweetie’s question, the trio of fillies all turned around to check their flanks.

“Nope. Still blank,” Spike informed. “If you’d like, I can be the designated cutie mark checker.”

“Is that jus’ an excuse ta stare at our butts?”

“I need an excuse to stare at cute filly butts?”

“Hoo!” Scootaloo cheered. “Nice one.” And she bumped her hoof to his fist.

“So bug watching didn’t work. What’s next?” Sweetie asked.

“We’ve still got some paper,” Spike pointed out. “A list would be handy.”

“Yeah. We should get organized,” AB added. “We should start, like, a club ta figure out what our cutie marks should be.”

“Oh, oh! We can form a secret society,” Sweetie suggested. “One with backstabbing and intrigue.”

“Maybe hold on the backstabbing,” Scootaloo added. “But intrigue sounds good. What should we call ourselves?”

“The three li’l cuties?”

“The cutetastic trio.”

Spike cleared his throat and gave a ‘seriously?’ look.

“Cutie mark acquisition program?” That got some giggles.

Then AB remembered Sweetie’s earlier comment. “The cutie mark crusaders!”

“That sounds badass!” Scootaloo agreed.

“This is going to be so much fun!”

And it was fun… more or less. At Scootaloo’s insistence, they’d started with a bunch of physical and sports-themed activities. And at Spike’s insistence, they all began with some warmup exercises. Safety first… was a lesson the four really ought to have stuck by. Juggling wasn’t too bad, save for how embarrassingly inept the fillies were. AB had to stand on her hind hooves, but couldn’t hold her balance while managing so many balls. Scootaloo, after taking the low-hanging fruit, tried using her tiny wings to juggle the balls, but that didn’t work either as they all landed on her head. Sweetie’s magic control was only enough to handle two at a time, but everyone agreed that she was just levitating instead of juggling. Even Spike gave it a shot, but failed as spectacularly as the others.

Juggling was crossed off the list.

Next was hang-gliding. Once the apparatus had been strapped to her back, Scootaloo could not have jumped off that cliff fast enough. She kicked off the ground just as she hit the cliff’s edge, leaving nothing but the open air beneath her frail little body. Her wings instinctively opened. The feeling of the wind through her feathers was exhilarating. Soaring, finally flying, Scootaloo let out the sort of happy squeal usually reserved for orgasms. Eyes closed, sun in her face, the filly was so happy that she didn’t hear the cries of warning from the others. She was still flying, but straight down, and with roughly the grace of a rock. “Eeeeeee!”

“Hold on there,” said a gruff yet gentle voice. The pegasus stallion had grabbed Scootaloo about halfway through her fall and gently set her down on cushions that had been arranged directly beneath the cliff. “You got about three meters,” the stallion informed encouragingly. “Not bad for your first time. Ready to go again?”

Scootaloo did not answer. She was far too preoccupied with being curled in the fetal position as her life flashed before her eyes.

The stallion who worked at the hang-gliding rental just shrugged and called up to the ponies on the cliff. “I think this one’s had her fill. You ladies want to go next?”

“NOPE!” the fillies cried in unison as they hurriedly removed their gear. Spike, too, agreed he wasn’t ready to jump off a cliff any time soon.

Next was karate. First lessons were free at the local dojo, the perfect chance for blank flank foals looking to try something new. Scootaloo and Sweetie almost broke their legs kicking the sandbag. AB to managed hit it hard enough to make it move, but the sandbag didn’t seem to like this, so it somehow hit her back even harder. Spike, on account of his stubby limbs, also abdicated this one.

Hoping for something safe after several other dangerous deeds, the fillies then sought to try kite flying. Scootaloo abstained, having already tried this one, and just sat beside Spike as they watched the others.

“So what’s it like living with the princess’ favorite fuck toy? Do you guys do it, like, all the time?”

Spike gave a noncommittal shrug. “Mostly I do the chores, give Twi handies,” he clarified by making a pumping motion with his hand, “and occasionally ‘volunteer,’” he said with air quotes, “for experiments. But thankfully, Trixie’s been helping lighten the load a little bit, especially with that last part.”

Scootaloo frowned, dissatisfied with this answer.

“Well, not all the time,” Spike amended, “but she’s gotten into the habit of using me as a sleep aid.”

“That’s so cool!” Scootaloo squealed. “I wish I could be Rainbow Dash’s sleep aid.”

“I guessed that,” he replied with a wry grin.

“Well, duh! Who wouldn’t want to wake up to that pinnacle of awesome every morning? Think about it. The roosters have just crowed.” The little filly’s eyes sparkled as she set the scene. “The sun peeks through the curtains. She stirs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Everything is stiff from not moving all night, and I mean everything.” She swallowed a bit of drool. “Then she makes the most awesomest moans as her faithful sleep aid gives her the morning wake up a mare like her deserves!”

Spike scratched at his cheek. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s what Gilda does every morning.”

“She’s so lucky,” Scootaloo whined as she kicked at the dirt. “But still, that just makes Rainbow Dash even awesomer for taming a griffon like that.”

“I think you mean more awesome,” Spike corrected.

“I know what I said,” Scootaloo replied with an indignant snort. “Come to think of it; you’d probably know better than most ponies.”

“Know what?”

“What a futa cock is like,” Scootaloo answered bluntly. “I mean, Twilight’s isn’t as awesome as Rainbow Dash’s, but a dick is still a dick. Everything works the same down there, right?”

Spike leaned back on his elbows and stared up at the clouds. “Honestly, not too sure on that one. Twi’s been doing some studies, but they’re all inconclusive,” he said in a more nasally tone. “They’re all a little bit bigger than average. That much is for sure. But there’s also these weird things that keep happening that she hasn’t figured out just yet.”

“Weird how?”

“Like right after the Slutty Sun Celebration. We were paying Rarity a visit and found Sweetie fellating her all the way to the base, not gagging or anything.”

“Cooool!”

“Except that’s the weird part,” Spike stressed. “I remember Twi ranting about it later. Based on Rarity’s thickness, Sweetie’s airway should have been completely blocked off, but she was breathing just fine. Also, they can apparently do anal without the need of lubricant.” He rubbed a claw on his rear. “Guess how I learned that.”

“Double cool!” Scootaloo bounced, her buzzing wings letting her hover a second before she came back down. “Rainbow Dash really is the awesomest pony ever!”

“Except for the five others who can do the same thing with their magical futa cocks,” Spike corrected soberingly. “Seven if you count Molestia and Cadence. And I guess Lunaughty will get there eventually.”

“So the only ponies who can compare to Rainbow Dash are national heroes and alicorn goddesses,” Scootaloo replied analytically. “And that makes her less awesome; how?”

Spike nodded and pointed a claw at her. “Point made.”

Scootaloo smirked at having won the argument, but her gaze turned ponderous as she stared at the drake beside her. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever fucked.”

“Pardon?”

“At the Slutty Sun Celebration. All four of us,” Scootaloo gestured, “were chosen by Princess Lunaughty, but I don’t think we ever fucked.”

Spike scrunched his face as he recalled that fateful day. “You know, I think you’re right. Luna mostly had me playing with Sweetie until she was ready for the four of us to-”

“Yeah, I saw,” Scootaloo cut him off. “Not that I’m complaining. The princess kisses like, well, a princess,” she swooned. “She ate me out, I ate her out, and then she used her magic. It was awesome! But, now that I think about it, I didn’t really get a chance to do anything with you guys.”

Spike nodded as he thought. “Wanna fix that?” His tone could not have been more casual.

“What?”

Spike leaned all the way back and spread his legs out wide. His little prick was tentatively poking out of its sheath, having heard its owner’s words and anxious to see what was coming next. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

Scootaloo scrunched her muzzle in puzzlement as she eyed the little pink prick between the drake’s purple scaled legs. “I didn’t really get a good look at it back at the Celebration, you know.” Strangely, her words sounded like she was trying to make some sort of excuse.

“Then here’s your chance.” Spike lifted his butt off the grass and briefly humped the open air. His cock was far enough out to give a little bob.

Scootaloo chuckled. “It’s like it just waved at me.”

“It’s being polite,” Spike replied. “Maybe you should say ‘hi’ back?”

Scootaloo swallowed audibly. She tentatively reached her hoof out for the pink appendage, but quickly pulled back when it bobbed again.

“Something wrong?” Spike asked, sitting up.

“It’s, uh, nothing.” The orange filly smacked her hoof to her cheek and puffed her chest out. “If Rainbow Dash were here, she’d take that cock for her own, and you’d be lucky enough to go along for the ride.”

“She’s actually done that,” Spike admitted, “but what about you? You look pretty nervous.”

“Well, I’m not!” Scootaloo barked, stomping her hoof defiantly. “I’ve got tons of experience. Why would I be nervous?”

Spike frowned at her defensive tone and decided to try breaking this sudden and unwelcome tension first. “Because even though Twilight is Molestia’s favorite fuck toy, she technically didn’t lose her virginity until she came to Ponyville.”

Scootaloo blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. “You’re making that up.”

“To Fluttershy’s dogs, no less.” Spike felt a little bad for sharing Twilight’s shame like this, but it’s not like it was a secret or anything. It was an unpleasant experience that she’d vowed to move past, not to mention that everyone in town who was aware had been very understanding. Fluttershy’s dogs were an ornery bunch, after all. But right now, Spike’s main concern was helping this filly.

Scootaloo lowered her eyes to the ground, as if exploring the grass for answers. “But... she’s so old! And she only recently stopped being a virgin?”

“Pretty much, yeah. A pony can get as old as Twilight, yet still, be a virgin. It’s not that big a deal.”

Scootaloo snorted and turned away. “You sound like my aunts.”

“I actually sound like Twilight Velvet, Twilight Sparkle’s mom,” Spike amended. “She usually knew what she was talking about.”

Scootaloo was now prodding her hoof at the dirt. “So… it’s okay if I’ve never had dick before?”

Spike gave a reassuring smile as he stood up and scratched the filly behind the ears. “If waiting is alright for Twilight, whom we just established is comparably awesome to Rainbow Dash, then it’s probably just fine for Dash’s biggest fan, right?”

Scootaloo made a soft purring sound as she leaned into Spike’s scratches. “Hmm? Oh, right. Yeah, that sounds good,” she replied, somewhat distracted. “Actually, you think we could-”

“Haaalp!”

Spike’s scales bristled as he went on high alert. He started by surveying the skies, because experience and instinct had taught him to be wary of aerial threats. Then his draconic vision lowered to ground level, and he zeroed in on the source of the distress. His friends were in a pile, struggling in apparent helplessness. He lunged, sprinting into action to do whatever it took to protect that which was precious to him. His instincts told him to be ready to tackle some manner of monster, or at least position himself between the threat and his hoard. However, the drake’s beastly fury fizzled out once he’d gotten a good look at the source of the disturbance. With Scootaloo following close behind, the pair came to a skidding halt and looked upon the scene before them, momentarily dumbfounded.

“How the fuck did this happen?” Spike demanded as he gestured at the fillies.

“They attacked us!” Sweetie whined. “Smite them with your dragon fire!”

Spike looked around, seeing nothing more threatening than the bugs in the grass. “Who did?”

“Th-the kites!” AB groaned in embarrassment as she struggled. “Some weird wind sent ‘em chasin’ us. Then before we knew it, this happened!” She tried to motion with her hoof, but the action was beyond her at present. Both she and Sweetie had been entangled in kite string, wrapped up tighter than a Hearth’s Warming present and struggling for every little movement. The perpetrators in question were dozing lazily off to the side, perhaps taking a rest after their hard-won victory.

“Kites can do that?” Scootaloo asked, a little impressed.

“Who cares? Just smite them already!”

“But can ya get us out o’ here, first?”

Spike made an exaggerated humming sound. “You know, I could, but should I?” His tone was playfully sadistic.

Scootaloo tilted her head quizzically at the drake. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Spike grinned and gestured to the bound fillies, pointing at what the little pegasus had failed to notice. “Look at them. They’re packed together like a couple of sardines.” Scootaloo still wasn’t getting it, so Spike rolled his eyes and pointed directly at the fillies’ muffs. “Their pussies are sandwiched together, and they’re powerless to escape.”

Scootaloo’s hoof met her face with a mighty thud. “Ugh! Can’t believe I missed that.”

“It’s not as nice as it sounds,” Sweetie complained. “We can’t even move or rub or anything!”

“Yeah. What’s the point o’ bein’ pressed against a soft filly if’n Ah can’t even touch her right?”

“Definitely not one of Rarity’s knots,” agreed Sweetie. “She knows how to leave some wiggle room.”

“So,” Scootaloo began, staring at Spike. “What’re you waiting for?”

Ignoring her, Spike gave a defeated sigh and waddled over to the bound pair. “Just hold on a second. I’ll get you undone. Think you can help me?”

“Um, sure.” Confused, Scootaloo hurried to Spike’s side.

“I’m gonna start cutting with my teeth. You help with the unwrapping.”

Scootaloo nodded and did as instructed, but her prior question still weighed heavy on her mind. “How come you’re not fucking them?”

“What do you mean?” Spike asked between chomps.

“Well, they’re helpless to stop you. It’s the perfect time to take advantage,” Scootaloo said as though it were obvious.

“Yeah, but that’s not exactly my thing,” Spike explained. “Also, they said they couldn’t move. So even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be any fun for them, which means less fun for me.”

“Aww!” AB cooed. “That’s so sweet.”

“I’m telling my sister when I see her next,” Sweetie vowed as she pulled her leg free. “She’s got a thing for ponies who know manners, so I’m sure it applies to dragons, too.”

Spike beamed and planted a grateful kiss on the white filly’s nose. She giggled. “That’d be awesome. Thanks.” And he went back to chomping.

“Wow. You’re not like other boys,” Scootaloo awed. “They all take fillies the moment they bend over without so much as a ‘hello,’ but you actually care.”

Spike frowned at the pegasus filly and how impressed she sounded. “What boys do you know? Also, that sounds more like something Rainbow Dash would do, to be honest.”

“It really does,” AB agreed. “Ah’ve seen it.”

“But Rainbow’s an awesome mare. It’s different when she does it, even if she does have a cock now.”

“Does this have anything to do with you being afraid of dicks?” Spike asked plainly.

“W-what? I-I’m not afraid of dicks!”

“Scootaloo’s afraid of dicks?”

“I’m not! I just don’t want them jumping out at me before I’m… ready.”

“But you want Rainbow’s dick?” Spike clarified.

“Mostly, I want her pussy, but her dick is also fine since it’s, you know, hers. Mares with dicks are hot.”

“Granted,” Spike agreed as he finished with the last of the string. AB and Sweetie stood up, stretching and rubbing where the thread had dug into their skin.

“You still should have smote them,” Sweetie said while giving the evil eye to the dastardly kites.

“Right. I’ll remember to start with dragon fire the next time you’re wrapped up in something flammable,” Spike agreed amicably.

“… oh.”

“But why are ya’ll being all weird about a li’l dick?” AB asked.

“Not that little.”

“Like, a quarter o’ the town’s got one, so what’s the big deal?”

“My parents are out of town a lot for work, so I live with my aunts. They told me boys are smelly cock monsters who only have one thing on their minds, and they’ll do whatever they can to get it.”

Sweetie was the first to break the awkward silence that followed. “Your aunts really said that?”

“Well, mostly Aunt Lofty. I think Aunt Holiday once said she’s made rug munching her religion or something. I don’t get a lot of what they say, but Lofty says a lot of bad things about boys.”

Spike made a sound of understanding. “So she’s a hardcore lesbo, huh?”

“What’s that mean?” AB asked.

“It’s like me being straight means I only want to be with fillies. But the hardcore lesbos take it a step further and kind of hate all guys. Twi once said it’s usually cuz they had a really bad experience with a guy and never got over it.”

Scootaloo tapped her chin in thought. “Come to think of it, that would explain the stuff she says about this one guy named Trouble Shoes.” She then looked at Spike with a new consideration. “So… boys aren’t all sex fiends?”

“Not sure why that’s even a bad thing, but nope,” Spike affirmed. “We’ve all got our own preferences.”

“At least not as much as my sister,” Sweetie added. “She can get downright scary if she doesn’t get her needs met. We’re talking dangerous levels of hangry.”

“Well, mah sister knows a thing ‘r’ two ‘bout self-control,” AB bragged. “Although she can get a might fierce when the mood strikes.”

“I’d describe Twilight as more demanding, even needy,” Spike added, hoping a more normal conversation would defuse the prior tension. “It’s actually pretty fun to tease her by withholding for a bit.”

“I’d never tease Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo avowed. “A mare as great as her deserves whatever she wants, whenever she wants it… especially if it’s me.”

“Oh?” Spike queried. “And how do you plan on pleasing her newfound stallionhood without any experience?”

Scootaloo’s proud boasting quickly morphed into submissive reluctance.

“Hey, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything,” Spike insisted. “You’re cute, and I’d really like to pound that ass of yours, but only if you’re willing.”

“So romantic!” Sweetie swooned dramatically.

“You know what. That actually sounds pretty good,” Scootaloo admitted, looking up. “So it’s really okay that I’m still a virgin?”

“It’s not any kind of hang-up for me.”

“Or me,” AB added.

“I’d kind of like to see a maiden’s first deflowering, to be honest,” Sweetie informed.

“Pretty sure Princess Lunaughty already did that. Her tongue went way deeper than anything I’d had before. Not even my aunts or their toys could match that goddess’ tongue. But, if it means making myself ready for the Rainbow Dash, then sure. Spike, when I’m ready, I’d love to take your cock up my pussy.”

Sweetie fanned herself with her hoof. “I totally ship them.”

“What’s that mean?” AB asked.

“It’s a fanfiction term. It means I think they should be in a relationship.”

“Uh, Ah’m pretty sure they’re already in a friendship.”

“While technically true, shipping usually means something more romantic: like wedding bells, or a ball gag.”

As such images came to mind, AB felt an odd clench in her guts. Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. She disliked it even more for not knowing the cause, although she was pretty sure it had something to do with Spike. Following those feelings, AB moseyed over to the drake and pressed herself against him while nuzzling under his chin. At her coaxing, he quickly relented and began scratching her behind the ears. His body was comfortingly warm, and his claws felt as exquisite as ever. The gut feeling diminished, but didn’t fully go away. “We should get back ta crusadin’!”

“I’m all for that!” Scootaloo cheered in agreement. “This is too much mushy stuff for my liking, anyway.”

Sweetie huffed. “Clearly, I’m the only pony around here with any taste, but sure. Let’s get back to having fun. Only maybe something that’s not so life-threatening.”

Scootaloo scoffed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You could try eating cupcakes.”

“Gah!” The fillies and drake all screamed like little girls when the pink ponker appeared out of nowhere.

“I heard from Rainbow that you guys were looking to get your cutie marks,” Pinkie continued. “Going through the ‘try everything’ phase. Ah, those were some fun times.” She waved her hoof nostalgically. “So I thought I’d help you out by having you help me with some cupcakes.”

“Uh, do you mean make cupcakes?” Spike asked.

“Sure does,” affirmed Pinkie in her usual state of perpetual glee.

“Hold on,” AB cut in. “Diamond Tiara’s havin’ her cute-ceañera at Sugar Cube Corner. Is this some sneaky way o’ usin’ us fer child labor cuz yer behind on work?”

Pinkie’s eyes shifted suspiciously. “Uh… nooo.”

“Oh, okay then. C’m’on guys. Let’s go get us some cupcakes.” AB led the way, and the others, stomachs empty after a long day of death-defying feats, agreed.

Author's Note

So here we have the CMC meeting early. As usual, I’m playing around with their personalities to make them fit in this world. I really like the idea of Spike joining up with the other younger siblings. It just seems way healthier for him to be hanging out with kids his own age instead of spending all his time slaving for Twilight and Rarity. Plus, I also dropped a few hints of future story plots.

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