The University

A/N I don't know what to call unicorns so I'm just saying "Mages"

Spike lay in the shade of a chestnut tree in the university's arboretum, the spot which had easily become the groups claimed hangout in the few weeks they had been attending Canterlot University. It's close proximity to the dorms allowed them to easily get to the favored spot quickly, and since it was uncommon for anyone to go to the forest, they almost always had the entire place to themselves. The young dragon was laying with his back against the tree reading an old novel Twilight had insisted he bring along out loud to the other man who was gently nestled against Spike's chest, peacefully asleep.

Applebloom and Sweetiebell lay on the picnic blanket they had brought out, Sweetie jotting down lyrics and scribbling them out, and Applebloom content to watch her. In addition to having many classes together and dormitories close by, they also all had the same one free period in the middle of the day, courtesy of one friendship-obsessed princess' influence.

"I thought we were going to go to a bar today...Why's Scoots taking so loooooong?"

"I told her to invite her room mate so we can finally meet her, but her art class is a few minutes longer than others and on the other side of campus so they will be late, same excuse as last time you asked Sweetie."

Spike put his book down and frowned at having been asked the same question so many times already.

"You don't even really drink, why are you so anxious?"

"I drink wine..."

"Wine is for babies, that's why Rarity always let you drink it."

Scootaloo hung upside down out of a tree branch that hung out to the side, her bright orange wings folded in and her tongue stuck out.

"'Bout time ya got here, where's your mate?"

Applebloom turned when Scootaloo winked and saw a very familiar young girl striding towards them, her small slender legs crossing over each other with every step in a way that would have made her look very drunk if she didn't somehow manage to balance so well. Looking up from her high black boots those laying on the ground saw dark tanned skin through ripped fishnet stockings, a very risque green tunic tied with a worn brown leather belt, a cute face that didn't need any makeup, and lots of springy spiky neon blue hair barely contained by a wool cap. The girl stepped between Sweetie and Spike, and placed a deep tongue filled kiss onto Scootaloo.

"YOU!"

"Me? You!"

Applebloom jumped up and pointed an accusatory finger at the scantily dressed lesbian who turned quickly and gave the same expression back. The farmer poked the smaller girl in the chest a few times, mouthing words that never came out until Shock Light's cocky grin turned into a passionate kiss. Sweetie's eyes nearly exploded in her head, Scootaloo fell out of her tree, Spike slowly grew a big grin and nudged Fenix awake. After a few minutes of "Resistance" Shock let the girl go and helped Scootaloo to her feet, hooking an arm around her waist.

"So- bar?"

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Sweetiebell fumbled the lock on her door, the key missing a few times before sliding in to the keyhole. She practically fell through, and most likely would have if the man behind her wasn't holding her by her curvaceous hips. Laughing hysterically the young girl pulled the man into her room, slurring jokes that he couldn't understand in his own drunken stupor. He held her by the shoulders and shook his head a few times, kicked the door closed and guided Sweetie towards her bed.

Coincidentally that's where she led him and in no time at all they were standing over the edge of the low to ground sleeping apparatus. The man sat her firmly on her bed, stumbling over whatever words he was trying to form, Sweetie tried to make an intelligent rebuttal, but it came out in the form of vomit instead. Sighing, the man removed her elegant red dress and threw it in the hamper which rested in the corner of the room.

Sweetie giggled at her seductive maneuver and screwed her eyes shut in concentration. Using all her power she used her magic and ripped her suitor's clothing off. Since most of it actually wrapped around his body, only his jacket remained intact as it fell away. Neither of them cared very much at the moment however, and it hardly took a second for them to fall onto each other.

It took less time for them to fall asleep.

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Sweetiebell fell through nothingness, not knowing how she got there or where even there was she allowed herself to traverse the dark descent amnesia so often came with. She was laying, tilted slightly as though she tripped backwards and simply never landed, but she wasn't afraid. She was watching herself, as some are wont to do, and she knew that nothing bad would happen to her if she could see herself, she would know if anything were about to, and that wasn't so scary.

Also there was that light. Directly below, and rapidly approaching her (Or more accurately she was approaching it) was a little spot of light. When she fell into it, Sweetie almost expected it to hurt her, but rather instead she was caught, and cradled in strong arms. Looking up, she met the brightest blue eyes, and face that couldn't be denied as either masculine or delicate. As the man who caught her smile the world around her changed- the black swirled in pinks and reds and whites, and an impossibly soft bed shaped like a heart and covered in blood red rose petals appeared beneath them.

She was gently laid upon the posh pillows and silken sheets, her body suddenly feeling very exposed, but comfortable. The man leaned in close to her, brushing his pitch lips against her own crimson ones. A very demure squeak passed through her accompanied by a shudder and followed by a moan. Two large hands, hard like iron but warm and malleable as flesh grasped at and caressed her breasts, the luminescent white coated by the empty black, small pale pink hidden as his invisible being surrounded her sensitive body and made her twitch and tingle. Her own hands lay abandoned above her head, some strands of her hair having fallen over them. They loosely grabbed some of the soft smooth fabric as a long forked tongue slid across her collarbone, down her chest, all the way between her legs.

The man's face followed his tongue, and his hands went in a similar fashion until they were sliding across the contours of her hips. She gasped aloud, and moaned silently, and her body squeezed against the invading appendage. Soon, her hips began to quickly lift repeatedly against the shadow of a man until she suddenly stopped with a loud cry and powerful tremors. His tongue was expelled, and he passed it around the bloom it had been within before, gathering the sweet drops that dampened and darkened the sparkling scarlet blanket under the girl.

The man slowly kissed back up Sweetie's body, nipping gently in certain spots as he went. Just as he was looking into her eyes once again, the world began to drip away. The swirling hues that were the beautiful background fell together and became grey, as if paint were seeping from the sky. The bed burned away into ash around her, threatening to drop Sweetie and the man as he brought his mouth to her ear, whispering befuddled confusing words. Sweetie held on to him with all she could, crying out for him to repeat himself, to explain what he had said. She cried and yelled to him, but her voice disappeared, and then her vision. And then she heard.

"Wake up, Sweetie."