"All right, guys, the sooner we get into this, the sooner we can get outta here and go home tonight." The head of the Tartarus Cleaning Crew spoke up, looking out over the dozen or so ponies working for him. "Let's move out."

The group promptly separated and headed off to their assigned areas. While the location was less than pleasant, given the notorious criminals and monsters locked up, the job itself was fairly quiet. The workers busied themselves; sweeping, mopping, getting up the trash the morning shift guards left behind. It was another day, another paycheck.

One particular member of this group, a rookie, pretty much, had been sent to take care of the Hall of Relics; a chamber dedicated to housing the items Equestria would prefer never see the light of day; the cursed Alicorn Amulet...the horn fragment of King Sombra...Celestia and Luna's first diaries. Though it wasn't really a 'hall' per say, more like a big storage room, but the stuff there really could cause trouble in the wrong hands.

"C'mon, lil mama, don't be afraid..." He sung to himself, making his way between the tall shelves filled with stuff he was warned to not touch. Granted, he'd been in there once before, and some of the stuff there creeped him out anyway. He had to avert his eyes from the ceramic doll that kept turning its head to follow him until he was out of that aisle. "C'mon and work it, work it!" He sung a little louder, sweeping faster so he could get out of there.

He probably realized he'd goofed when he felt the tip of the broom hit something. That or the sound of something shattering on the other side of the shelf. "Shit! Shitshitshitshit!" He whimpered, running over to see the broken remains of a small, gem encrusted crystal box. "Oh fuckbuckles! That was the...the...the whatever!" He didn't know what half the stuff in there did, but he knew he'd catch hell if the others found out. And, as some can attest to, panicking makes one do less than smart things.

Which might explain why, instead of admitting he messed up and accept the chewing out and/or possible firing, he quickly swept the pieces behind a cursed suit of armor in the corner (which gave him the finger for it). Then, grabbing some paper , pen, and duct tape from his supply cart, got to work.

By the time he left the room, looking as calm as he could, there was a - to him, at least - reasonable copy of the box in its place. He was sure by the time anypony found out, it'd be well after others had been in there. That bout of forced confidence might be why he didn't bother to look back at the faint bluish glow coming from behind the armor, which was flipping him off even harder.

*Tweet! Ta-weet! Tweet tweet!*

"Grr..."

*POW!*

*SQUAWK!*

"Frigging birds...always right outside my window." Spike grumbled as he got up. "Gotta get another alarm clock now." He knew he wouldn't get to sleep, so he went ahead and went to do his usual morning routine.

Hearing the light sounds of snoring from one of the rooms he passed, it didn't take much to tell that the girls were all probably still asleep. But, it wouldn't take long for them to come trotting in once breakfast got started. "Mail should be here by now, too." He reminded himself, making a detour to the front door.

Now, sunny mornings in Equestria were normally bright and fragrant, especially when Pinkie was on a muffin kick for the breakfast rush. Today, though, Spike noticed something different when he opened the door. The first thing he noticed was everything seemed more...vibrant than normal; unnaturally more, to be honest; a little bit brighter too.

On the way to the mail. He also picked up a faint aroma. It was hard to describe; kind of a cross between maple syrup and the air after a heavy rain, like how the girls smelled after they had a spa day. The combination of it all seemed to gave him the urge to put a little spring in his step as he noted they didn't have anything today.

That...probably was why he didn't see the rainbow-colored blur coming right at him until he found himself on his back and several feet from where he stood.

"Ow..." He winced, shaking the cobwebs loose after his unplanned collision. The impact-induced haze faded and annoyance quickly set in once he saw who was sitting on him. "Dammit, Rainbow! It's too early to be crashing in...to..." His voice faded in confusion when he saw her face. It wasn't injured or anything, but it was considerably different from her normal appearance. Her breath was in short pants, her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, and her smile...it was eager...hungry in a way.

"Dash? You feeling ooohoobaba...!" He sputtered as he finally noticed what she had on, or rather...what she didn't. Aside from a small sports bra that did little to cover her modest but still plump breasts, she had on nothing except that smile. "D-Dash! The hell!?" He yelped, trying to fight back the blush on her face, as well as the slowly growing erection at feeling her naked sex rubbing against his stomach.

Her voice was uncharacteristically husky as she replied. "Just thought I'd drop by for a special breakfast, Spikey."

"Spec-fffmm!?" Was all he got out before feeling her lips on his, along Rainbow planting his hands firmly on her ass. 'THE HELL!? What the hell's gotten into her? Why is she half naked? And...wow...she does serious squats.' He trailed off, finding himself squeezing the firm globes. She must've enjoyed it, since she pressed her chest against his. Despite how much she trained and worked out, they were surprisingly soft. Not to mention how hard her nipples already were as they ground against his. 'She's got...really soft lips too-gah! This isn't making any seeeeHHNNCE!?' He was yanked out of his thoughts by the sensation of Rainbow's dampening pussy grinding against him.

"Hehe, like what ya have a hold of, don't ya, Spikey?" She purred, showing how limber she was by managing to reach behind and grab his bulge. "I like this myself."

Spike's eyes widened as she start to knead him down there. "R-Rainbow..?" He squeaked. "W-Wha..What's gotten into you??"

"Dunno, but..." Using her wings, she managed to hook the waistband and yank his pants down, letting his erection spring free. "...I know what I want in me!"

Author's Note

All right! Time to cast your votes! You wanna see Spike give in and take Rainbow, or resist?