A lump formed in Spike's throat as he processed what she'd just said and done. "W-wha...?" He quickly let go of her ass. "Dash, w-wait..."

"Come on, Spikey..." She purred, reaching to stroke his already full erection as she lined herself up. "Don'cha wanna taste this rainbow?"

His eyes nearly bugged out when she gripped. 'C-Celestia's clit, her hands are soft!'

'Take her.... A voice purred in his head. It sounded like him, but it was off. It was lower, almost...hungry. 'Claim that mare.'

He blinked, wonder where the hell that voice came from.'The hell!? But this doesn't make any sense! She's not acting like herself!'

'She's offering you that sweet, supple body of hers, no questions asked.' It continued. 'Admit it, you can smell her desire...her want.'

'N-no, something's off. Really off!' He responded, doing his best to shove the voice away. "Rainbow...I...uh..." He looked around behind her, knowing it was kind of mean, but he needed an escape without hurting her. "Look, it's Dairing Do!"

As if a switch was flipped, the aroused, sultry Rainbow was gone; replaced with Rainbow Dash, Daring Do fanfilly. "Daring!? Ooh! Where? Where?" She was off of him in a flash, looking around in a blur of giddy excitement.

The moment that happened, Spike took off back inside, slamming the door shut and locking it before stumbling back to catch his breath. 'Man, that was close...did she get into some of Granny Smith's personal stash or something??

'Such a waste...' the voice said, fading away.

'What the Tartarus are you!' He demanded. Unfortunately, he got no response.

"Spike?" Another voice spoke up. This time he recognized it as Tempest. a look back brought the former villainess into view, wearing just a sports bra and bikini briefs.

He did his best to act calm, despite the questions running through his head. "Oh, h-hey, Tempest..." He paused when he realized she was giving him an appraising look...and looking at his lower half.

"I'll admit, that things' pretty damn impressive." She said, a slight hint of pink on her cheeks. "But...it's a little early in the day to be whipping it out, don't you think?"

More than a little confused, he looked down...and turned blazing red. Between Rainbow yanking his pants, and his rush to get away, he'd left what clothing he had on outside. Tempest was now getting a full, unhindered view of Jr. still at full mast. "SHIT!" Quickly trying to cover himself, he chuckled weakly. "Uh..heh..uh...I..I should get some pants on..."

"Yeah. I'm not complaining, personally, but Twi and Starlight might have reservations about it."

"R-right." He started crabwalking away, shifting into a full sprint once he hit the hallway.

Tempest just watched. "Heh, cute ass, too." She smirked, before wincing when her horn throbbed, a bit of magic sparking off it. "Damn, not again." She'd been woken up earlier by her horn spasming slightly, but just wrote it off as having slept wrong.

'Y--w--t a taste, don't y-' A voice crackled in her head, making her looking around.

"Wha?" She sighed at the odd tingle in her horn when she heard it.

'Th----you star---s-ock. Yo--can pict---' It was her voice. That much she could tell. But it was patchy and distorted, as if she was talking into a cheap walkie-talkie; yet, what she could make make seemed to be husky, like a purr of desire. 'in---nds' It continued. 'on your---gue.'

"The hell...?" She muttered in confusion.

'Take---ride th---on---il---can't-----ussy---ore!'

"What's going on!?" She yelled to no one in particular, grabbing her horn as it let out one last, and very painful throb before the voice faded. "What was that??" She muttered, groaning from the lingering ache

"You all right?" Spike asked, coming back with a pair of pants on, shirt in his hand.

"Yeah, just...ugh, my horn's been hurting ever since I got up." She hissed when it sparked on her finger. "Doesn't feel like a migraine or anything...just freaking ow!"

"Here, let me get you an icepack. Maybe that'll help." He said, heading to the kitchen.

'Did you see how she stared?' The voice popped back up on his way. 'She was practically salivating at your rod.'

'Whatever you are, shut up!' He growled. 'She was just surprised, that's all!'

'Admit it, you'd love to feel her hands on you, to slip your length between those thighs of hers...'

"I said shut up!" He snarled, finally getting to the kitchen. "Whatever your game is, I'm not falling for it."

'A matter of time...' the voice faded away again, leaving him alone.

He sighed. "What's going on..?" First Rainbow, now that....that voice popping in his head. He didn't know what freaked him out more; the fact that it seemed to be trying to egg him on into having sex, or that it seemed to have compelling arguments. Admittedly, they were attractive, but he doubted they were that into him.

Getting into the freezer, he threw a couple handfuls of ice into a plastic bag. It wasn't the best quality, but he figured it'd do for now at least.

"Spike..."

He froze, mid-reach for a dishtowel to wrap it up in, and looked around.

"Spike..."

There was again, closer this time, followed by a strange shuffle on the kitchen floor. "The hell...?" He closed the fridge down and saw Twilight.

She was still in that pink lace leotard she liked to sleep in nowadays, but she was on all fours on the floor, crawling towards him. "Twilight!? What happened!?" He quickly crouched down to her. "Did you fall? Did you.." It was than that he saw the look on her face.

It was like Rainbow's; the flushed expression, half open eyes, shallow breathing...except, instead of the grin, there was a look resembling relief mixed with desperation.

"Spike..." She whimpered, reaching for him. "Twily...need Spike...!"

"Twi...? Wh...why are you talking like...that...?" He tried to help her up when his nostrils flared at the sharp, sweet scent coming from her....or to be specific, her crotch. "Twilight?" He looked at the soaked patch between her legs, fluids trickling down her thighs.

"Spike...take Twily?" She asked pleadingly, her lips trembling. "Make his??"

'She's aroused, painfully so.' The voice returned, sounding more serious this time. 'She needs release, and wants you to give it to her.

'But...she...I...' He almost fell over when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a longing he'd never seen her show before.

"Twily hurts...down there!" She whimpered. "Spike make hurt go away...please...?"

Author's Note

Well, Spike was able to escape the grasp of the Prismatic Pegasus...but will he resist his oldest friend in her time of need?

What do you think? Vote now!

*Final Jeopardy Theme starts playing*