It was safe to say Flash’s life had been interesting lately, if by ‘interesting’ you meant he’d had sex with five women in as many days and was probably well on his way to being murdered out of jealousy by half the guys at school. As such, he wasn’t exactly surprised when he got home from his date with Fluttershy to find a rather unusual email from Twilight.

“Sexual preferences survey,” he read aloud, giving his laptop a flat look. “Why am I surprised?” He shook his head and opened the email.

Flash,

I hope this message finds you well. Allow me to first thank you for your efforts with my friends. I’m told you made them all feel extremely loved and appreciated. Your future significant other will be fortunate to have such a caring boyfriend. Unfortunately, it seems I must take advantage of that same caring side of you. You see, I wish to experience almost everything related to sex, including my own preferences and talents. Unfortunately, I have no experience at present and so will have to build up from zero assuming the willingness of my partner.

Sorry, I’m slipping into technical terminology. I sometimes do that when I’m nervous. I’ll just say it as clearly as possible: I want to try nearly every form of sex there is to try, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or do anything you’d dislike, so here’s every sexual activity I could find in my research; at least, the ones that didn’t disgust me completely. Please respond as quickly as possible with the items on this list marked yes or no to indicate your willingness to try them.

Thank you, and I apologize again for the inconvenience!

-Twilight Sparkle.

Flash scrolled down the list … then scrolled down some more … and some more, staring in awe. He hadn’t even known there were this many ways to have sex. At least she’d been nice and clear, listing every item with a description of what it entailed. He shrugged and went back to the top of the list, dutifully reading through a long, detailed explanation of what was basically just vanilla sex. He marked that yes and moved on.

And on.

And on some more.

Flash blinked to clear his eyes and kept working …

*Bzzz!

Flash nuzzled deeper into his pillow, hoping whatever was making that noise would shut up.

*Bzzz!

Any time now.

*Bzzz!

… This wasn’t going to stop, was it?

*Bzzz!

“Fine, you win,” he mumbled, reaching for his phone. He didn’t recognize whoever was calling. “Hello?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Twilight said on the other end. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine.” He yawned. “What’s up? Did I miss some answers on your survey or something?”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “In fact, I’m extremely grateful you got through it all last night. I thought it would take you much longer. So … Thank you.”

Flash shrugged as much as he could while lying down. “You’re welcome.” He yawned again and sat up, running a hand through his hair.

“Did you stay up late filling it out?” Twilight asked. “Your response was sent at one in the morning.”

“Well … yeah.” Flash shrugged again. “It seemed rude to just leave it halfway through.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe I should’ve, though. I can’t remember most of what was even on there.” He laughed nervously. “So, uh, sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Twilight said. “It was sweet of you to try so hard. I mean, I’m not surprised you did. The way my friends are all talking, they make it seem like you give everything you have into helping people. Rarity says most guys would do the minimum effort and then brag to everyone at school about sleeping with so many women, but you’re doing the complete opposite without falling into the stereotypical ‘nice guy’ persona. I’m curious if it’s because you see yourself as some kind of beta male, and …” she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I need to stop treating people like things to study, and if you do feel like a beta male sometimes, I hope you know that you aren’t. No such thing exists in human society, in spite of what you may think, and now I’m rambling again.” She sighed. “I’m really sorry. I talk excessively when I’m nervous.”

“It’s fine.” Flash smiled a little. “I feel nervous too, and so have all the other girls.”

“Thank you,” Twilight said softly. “Though … never mind. We can talk about things when you get here.”

Flash blinked. “Uh, get where?”

“You don’t know?” There was a sound he could only assume was Twilight facepalming. “Right, you must have been half asleep when you reached the end of the survey. I’m sorry again about forcing you to do that, but there was a note at the end saying for you to come over to my house first thing in the morning. Our experiments are going to take all day.”

Flash blinked again. “What about school?” His brain tried to come to terms with Twilight of all people skipping school, and it promptly exploded.

“Don’t worry,” Twilight said, sounding genuinely happy, “I gathered all lesson plans and materials from your classes for today. We can go over them together as a fun break between sex sessions.”

“I- Uh, okay.” She thought studying would be a ‘fun break’ from sex? Flash’s brain somehow exploded again. “B-but what about your parents? They can’t be okay with some strange guy showing up and boinking their daughter all day.” A daughter who also looked identical to an old crush, a fragment of his brain pointed out.

“You don’t have to worry,” Twilight said cheerfully. “They’re both out of town today, and Spike is at my brother’s place.”

“Spike?” Flash asked, getting out of bed.

“My dog,” Twilight said. “I don’t want him asking too many questions. He isn’t old enough to know what’s going on yet.”

“O-kay.” So apparently Twilight thought her dog could talk. Then again, maybe it could. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing Flash had seen in this town. He shrugged out of his pyjama pants and grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor. “You’ll have to text me your address.”

“Oh, I forgot, you don’t know where I live,” Twilight said. “I’ll send it right away. And Flash?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being the kind of person I could trust with this.”

He paused, smiling as warmth built up in his chest. “Thank you, Twilight. I hope I’m worthy of that trust.”

“I’m sure you will be, and I’ll see you when you get here!”

“Okay, see you then.” Flash hung up and finished getting dressed. He scarfed down a bowl of cereal before checking his phone, typing in the address Twilight had sent him, and heading out.

Apparently she lived in the upper-class part of town, where the houses were all nearly twice the size of normal ones, and they all sat behind ornate fences that probably cost more than Flash’s car. He pulled up in front of a two-story white house with a sinking feeling in his gut.

“So her parents are rich.” Flash took a deep breath and got out of his car. “No problem. Just don’t get intimidated by the fact she could probably buy your entire house with her allowance.” He took another deep breath and walked up to the ornate metal fence, full of swirling patterns. He hesitated at the gate. Should he just walk in or what?

Well, he didn’t see any intercom or anything else to contact the people in the house, so it looked like walking up was his only option. He quickly crossed the walkway to her door and knocked.

Agonizingly long seconds passed before the door swung open, revealing Twilight in her usual shirt and skirt outfit, made all the more adorkable by a sweet smile and glasses. “Good morning, Flash. Thank you so much for coming!”

“N-no problem,” Flash said. “I, uh …” What was he supposed to say? ‘Thanks, I look forward to screwing you senseless?’

Yeah, nope.

Pinkie walked into view in the marble hallway behind Twilight, grinning. “Oooh, you’re here! Come in and take your clothes off!”

Flash froze, and he was pretty sure one of his eyes twitched. “Uh, Twilight, why is Pinkie here?”

Twilight fidgeted. “Oh, w-well, we’re going to try for a threesome. You marked it ‘Sure, why not?’ on the survey.”

“Uhhh.” He searched through his memories and found a faint hint of such a question. “I … I guess I did.”

“Yup,” Pinkie said, hurrying up to him. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in. “Now come on, let’s have sex!”

“W-whoa, Pinkie, hold on!” Flash struggled to regain his balance. “I mean …” He turned to Twilight. “A-are you, you know, sure?” Some part of his brain wanted to throttle him for even asking. What guy hadn’t idly dreamed about having sex with two beautiful women? It was one of those things that he’d always brushed aside because the odds of it happening were basically zero, and he definitely didn’t want to be the guy who tried to pressure his girlfriend into something she didn’t want.

But if these two were up for it, then it was a dream come true, right?

Twilight just stood there, smiling nervously.

“It’s okay if you aren’t comfortable with this,” Flash said gently.

“I-it’s fine,” Twilight said, shaking her head. “I won’t know my limits until I’ve pushed them, and this is what every guy wants.” Some of her confidence returned. “If I can do this, I’ll definitely be an A+ girlfriend, and besides,” she took Pinkie’s hand, “I trust my friends.”

Pinkie nodded, giving Twilight a big hug. “And I’ve been wanting to try this forever! Or since Wednesday. One or the other.”

Flash couldn’t help but smile at Pinkie’s antics. “Well, okay.” He looked around. Only the entryway was marble. Past that, the floor turned into gray carpet with a set of stairs at the end. “So, uh, what would you like to do now? Do we, um, jump right in or what?”

Mini-Flash definitely liked that idea, pointing out how Pinkie’s light-blue shirt gently cupped her chest, hinting at the alluring curves he remembered so well.

Twilight gripped her hands in front of her. “M-maybe not right away. There are a few things I’d like to ask you about first, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Flash said. He didn’t know why he felt glad about the delay. Maybe it was just that he needed time to get used to the idea of doing that with these two.

“Okay, you can leave your shoes there,” Twilight said, pointing at a shoe rack next to the door. “We’ll talk in my room.”

Flash took his shoes off, following her up the stairs and through a door. He thought they’d gone into a study hall or something at first; the walls were covered in whiteboards and notes, with papers held on by magnets at least every square foot. There was even a cupboard next to the window, open to reveal beakers and test tubes. He noticed an entertainment center in one corner, complete with a huge flatscreen TV on the wall, and an absolutely massive bed in front of it. Seriously, it had to be a king at the very least, and it was covered in purple sheets the same color as Twilight’s hair. He had to pry his eyes away from the bed to focus on Twilight herself as she sat down at a writing desk and gestured for him to sit in a white loveseat across from her.

Pinkie flopped down across his lap as soon as he was seated, wiggling her butt across his crotch in a way that couldn’t have been accidental. He went to put an arm around her shoulders but hesitated, unsure if it would make Twilight uncomfortable to see him cuddling with another woman.

It was probably a good call, as Twilight blushed, looking at Pinkie’s butt against his groin, and clearing her throat. “W-well, I just want to start by thanking you both again for this. I’ve always believed the best way to learn about something is to study it, but this subject,” she frowned, “I keep getting conflicting points of data, meaningless statistics, and suggestions that have no basis in reality. The only solid advice I’ve found is to try everything out and see for myself what I like. I’d also like to see what I’m good at, regardless of my personal enjoyment. Having a list of skills I can use to impress a future significant other seems like a good idea.” She blushed and looked down. “At least, I hope it’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s great,” Flash said, fighting to ignore Pinkie’s firm, toned rear against him. “I mean, I never really thought about what things I’m good at. I just did my best at whatever my partner wanted and hoped it was good enough.”

“Aw, but you’re great at sex,” Pinkie kissed him on the tip of the nose, “and doing what your partner wants is really sweet too. That’s why all of us want to take another ride on the Flash train.”

Twilight flushed. “Y-yes, well, be that as it may, I still want to try as much as possible. H-hence why I invited you even though I’m … not interested in girls that way.” She clenched her hands in her lap. “Um, no offense intended.”

“None taken,” Pinkie said lightly. “What do you want to start with?”

Twilight self-consciously crossed her legs. “Well, maybe we could talk about foreplay. I understand the basic theory, but I’m not exactly certain how to put it into practice.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Pinkie said, turning to Flash with a sly smile. “It’s all about making the setting right, looking for the perfect moment, then jumping on it.” She turned back to Twilight. “That’s why I’m getting Flashy all ready to go. He’s super-duper nervous, just like you, so I’ve gotta get him worked up a bit before he’ll be in the mood to do much of anything. Otherwise he’ll just sit here feeling awkward all day.” She smiled and stroked Flash’s cheek. “Sexy surprises are nice too, but it’s a lot easier to feel comfortable if everyone knows what to expect.” She turned to Twilight. “Maybe you could go change into that sexy, fun-times outfit Rarity made for you.” Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows. “I bet he’ll be way turned on just seeing you in it.”

Twilight shrank back a bit. “I, um, are you sure?” She cleared her throat. “I-I mean, maybe you two should go ahead without me, and I’ll … gather data?” She finished in a whisper.

Flash paused, taking in the way she was gripping her own arms and the tension all over her body. “We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“No,” Twilight shook her head, “I do want to do this.” Though nothing about her voice or her face backed that up.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Flash said simply.

“I appreciate that,” Twilight said. “I really do, and yes, I am uncomfortable, but I want to get over it. It’s just so … weird.” She swallowed. “Me being like this, I mean. I’m not, well, a very sexual person. Or I didn’t think I was, but reading through all those accounts of sex did have … an effect on me, and thinking about doing those things with you, likewise.” She tightened her grip on her arms, blushing heavily. “I didn’t expect myself to feel this way, and I don’t know how to act. I can’t be as casually sexual as Pinkie.” She gestured to her friend. “She’s so open in her enjoyment of it, and I really envy her for it, but I don’t …” She sighed. “I don’t know how to be like that without looking like a complete fool.”

“Oh, Twilight,” Pinkie said gently, getting up and pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry!”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Twilight said, hugging her back. “In fact, you’re an inspiration to me. I just wish I could think of a way to be more like you while still remaining like, well, me.”

Pinkie broke off the hug and stared at Twilight, humming thoughtfully. “Oooh,” her face lit up. “I know! It’s the perfect thing!” She ran to the door. “You two need to have sex!”

Twilight flushed. “Um, yes. We were always planning on that.”

Pinkie shook her head. “No, no. You need time to figure out who you are without comparing yourself to me, and Flashy is great at letting people be happy no matter who they are. So you two have sex, and I’ll be back with cupcakes once you’re ready!” Then she rushed outside and slammed the door behind her.

Twilight froze, hands still reached out towards Pinkie. “I … Um …” She lowered her hands and slowly turned to Flash, looking like she was about to bolt.

Flash tried to look as non-threatening as possible. After Fluttershy, he didn’t want to keep offering to not have sex, it might just make her feel worse, but he couldn’t stay quiet either with her standing there like a deer in the headlights. “What would you like me to do,” he asked gently, “if anything?”

“I want …” She took a deep breath. “I want to go change into the outfit Rarity made me. We’ll have sex when I get back, though I’ll be relying on you to guide me through it.” She stiffly walked to another door and went through, revealing a bathroom before she shut and locked it.

Flash had a minor flashback to when Sunset had retreated to a bathroom to change. Was he supposed to go after her now too? Maybe not. Twi was obviously nervous, and he didn’t think cornering her in the bathroom was going to improve things. So he waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Eventually Flash cleared his throat. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y-yes,” Twilight answered quickly. “It’s just … weird.”

“What is?” Flash asked.

“This,” Twilight said. “Me, this outfit, everything. It’s really, really weird.”

What was he supposed to say to that? Maybe the truth? It was better than nothing. He cleared his throat. “W-well, you aren’t wrong.” He laughed softly. “I mean, we barely know each other, but I used to have a huge crush on your twin from another dimension. Now we’re supposed to have sex, which I’m definitely not against. I mean, you’re attractive, or hot, or sexy, or whatever your preferred description is, but it still feels so sudden and … well, weird.”

Twilight let out a shaky laugh. “Especially when you put it like that, yes.” She laughed again. “I’m sorry, the stress is making me laugh inappropriately.”

“I don’t think it’s inappropriate,” Flash said, laughing softly as well. He took a big breath. “So honestly, how do you want things to go from here?”

“I don’t know,” Twilight said. “I have an entire checklist of things I want to try at some point, but I don’t know how to transition from item to item naturally.”

Flash hummed. “We could just go down the list, if you want. Try things long enough for you to decide what you think of them, then move on.”

“Would that be okay?” Twilight asked nervously. “I considered that, but it doesn’t seem very romantic, or like something you’d enjoy.”

He laughed again. “Can I be totally blunt for a bit?”

“Of course.”

“You’re sexy,” Flash said. “It turns me on to think about doing any kind of sexual thing with you. I guarantee I’ll enjoy whatever we do, so I’m more worried about making sure you get everything you’re hoping for out of this.”

Twilight was silent for a moment, then the door opened to reveal her blushing face, still covered in glasses, and a blue dress-like outfit so thin it was nearly see through. Her arms folded anxiously across her body, perking up the faint curves of her breasts against the fabric. “I don’t want to be selfish,” she said quietly. “I sometimes get caught up in experiments and forget the feelings of the people involved, but I don’t want to do that now.”

Flash struggled to pull his eyes away from her, admiring how the royal-blue outfit complemented her skin and hugged her body so invitingly, almost like it was daring him to remove it and press himself against her instead. “I-I’ll tell you if I want to do something or stop doing something, but, uh,” his eyes trailed down her wonderfully petite body again, “right now, it’s hard to think about anything other than how sexy you are. So just tell me what you want to do, and let’s do it.”

She smiled and hugged herself a bit tighter. “I want … I want to have sex. With you.”

They lay together for a few minutes, cooling off. Flash ran his hand along Twilight's cheek. "What would you like to try next?"

“How about a threesome?” Pinkie asked.

Twilight yelped in surprise, covering herself with her arms. “P-Pinkie! Where are you?”

“Outside, silly!” Pinkie opened the door and leaned in with a wave.

Luckily, Twilight was facing away from the door, but she still flushed. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Just a few seconds,” Pinkie said, walking in with a plate of cupcakes. “I finished making your cupcakes, but I didn’t want to interrupt while you were still,” she wiggled her eyebrows, “busy.”

Twilight somehow blushed even harder. “Th-thank you for your consideration, but could you look the other way while we get dressed?”

“I thought you wanted to try for a threesome,” Pinkie said, approaching the bed. “That means you’d have to get used to being naked in front of me sooner or later, right?”

Twilight swallowed. “W-well, I guess?”

“You don’t have to,” Pinkie said, handing Flash a strawberry cupcake, “but it will probably be harder to try again later.”

Flash awkwardly took the cupcake. “Uh, maybe, but I think you’re really freaking Twilight out right now.”

“Oh,” Pinkie deflated a little, “I’m sorry.” She turned around to the nearest wall. “I guess I got too excited and forgot how uncomfortable Twilight is about me. I would give you a hug, but I think that would just make things worse.”

Twilight sighed. “Thank you, Pinkie.” She carefully pushed herself up, sitting beside him. “I'm sorry I didn't give you a second orgasm.” She leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed a wet wipe, holding it out to him.

Flash shrugged, sitting up and taking the wipe. “It's fine.” He quickly cleaned himself off. “I'm not sure how many times I could go off in a day anyway, and you still have lots of things you want to try, right?”

“You're right,” Twilight said, taking a deep breath, “but Pinkie is also right. If we're going to attempt a threesome, it would be best to avoid putting it off until my nerves get the best of me.” She braced herself on the bed, clenching the sheets tight. “Pinkie, you can …” She swallowed. “You can look at me, i-if you want.”

Pinkie turned around quickly and froze, staring at her in awe. “Wow,” she said softly, “you're really, really, really beautiful, Twilight.”

Twilight blushed, fidgeting a little. “I, well, um … thank you, Pinkie.”

Flash scooted next to Twilight and put an arm around her shoulders. “She's right, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you too, Flash.” She took a deep breath. “This is still very weird for me. Is it at least sexy for you, Flash?”

“Very,” Flash said, fighting the urge to cover himself from Pinkie’s gaze, “even if it is a bit weird for me too.”

Pinkie gave them both a concerned look. “How can I make it less weird for you two?” She blinked. “Actually, I think I know!”

“Don’t take your clothes off,” Flash said quickly.

Pinkie laughed. “No, no, not that.” She put the cupcakes down, climbed into the bed, and held out a hand to him. “We should hold hands.” She extended her other hand to Twilight. “All of us. I’ll even look away from Twilight so she doesn’t get all scared”

Twilight looked at Pinkie’s hand for a moment before gingerly taking it. “Okay.” She gripped Flash’s hand on her shoulder. “I can … do that much.”

Flash squeezing her back while he reached out with his other hand and took Pinkie’s. They both felt so warm against his fingers, but also different in their own ways. Pinkie’s hand quivered with energy, almost like it would leap free if he didn’t hold her tight; while Twilight’s was steady but also tense, like she was clinging to him to keep herself from falling. Slowly, though, her grip relaxed.

“This is … nice,” Twilight said, sighing gently. “Weird, but … nice.”

“Yeah,” Flash said. “While we’re on the subject of weird, would you mind if I asked something?”

She laughed. “Go ahead. I’m curious what could be considered weird compared to this.”

“I guess that’s true.” Flash smiled. “Anyway, my question is do you like it when I look at your body like this, or does that make it weirder?” He very pointedly looked her up and down. “I mean, I can’t promise to stop looking completely, but I can at least try to do it less.”

Twilight lifted a hand like she was going to cover her breasts, but she paused. “It’s … weird, and I’m still adjusting, but it does feel nice to know you enjoy what you see.”

Flash smiled. “And I definitely do.”

Twilight smiled sweetly. “Thank you.”

“What about me?” Pinkie asked, fidgeting with her eyes down. “It would probably make you all uncomfy and weird feeling if I looked at you while we’re touching, right?”

“Well,” Twilight looked down too, “yes.” She gripped Flash’s hand tightly. “But, i-it’s okay if you want to look.”

“Really?” Pinkie asked, looking up hopefully.

Twilight opened and closed her mouth wordlessly for a moment, then she swallowed. “Yes.” It came out in a whisper.

“O-okay,” Pinkie said, grinning. “Thank you, Twilight! I know this is hard for you, but I really, really appreciate it!”

Twilight managed a small smile. “You’re welcome, Pinkie. I … hope you enjoy …” She hunched her shoulders. “Why is this so hard?”

Flash could only lean over, letting her rest against him.

Twilight did, eyes downcast.

Pinkie squeezed both of their hands then let go, crawling around to Twilight’s back. She slowly, carefully leaned forward until she rested against Twilight’s back. “Is this okay?”

Twilight nodded. “I'm sorry for making this so difficult.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Pinkie said, slowly wrapping her arms around Twilight’s shoulders. “I always wanted to share a special moment like this with Flash and someone else I really care about. You’re one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world, and you’re pushing yourself super extra hard to let me have that special moment. I really …” She pulled one of her arms back and wiped her eyes, “I really appreciate it.” She lifted her eyes to Flash, smiling broadly in spite of the faint tears on her cheeks. “You’re both being so nice to me!”

Flash couldn’t help but wrap his arms around both her and Twilight, holding them tight. “Darn it, Pinkie, you’re gonna make me cry too.”

Twilight laughed softly, wiping her own eyes. “I … never imagined a threesome would be such a touching experience.” She hugged Pinkie’s arms, still around her shoulders. “Thank you, Pinkie.” She took a deep breath. “You … you can take off your clothes now.”

Pinkie gasped. “Really? You're sure?”

“Yes?” Twilight laughed softly. “I think it's now or never, at least.”

“Now! Now!” Pinkie practically ripped her shirt and bra off, wiggling out of her skirt and panties before tossing them away and hugging Twilight's back once more.

Twilight froze, even her breathing hissing to a stop.

“It's okay,” Flash whispered, stroking her hair. “We're both here for you.”

Pinkie nodded. “No matter what.”

“Thank you,” Twilight said weakly. “Both of you.” she let out an unsteady breath. “Whoooo, this is so weird.”

“A sexy kind of weird?” Pinkie asked.

“A weird kind of weird.”

“I bet it's sexy-weird for Flashy,” Pinkie said with a smirk.

Flash cleared his throat. “Uh, no comment.”

Both Pinkie and Twilight laughed. Surprisingly, Twilight laughed harder. “Thank you, Pinkie,” she said after a while, “I needed that.”

“Everyone needs to laugh sometimes,” Pinkie said with a smile. “I’m glad it helped.” She hugged Twilight’s shoulders.

Twilight leaned into the embrace, smiling faintly. “So … what do we do now?”

Pinkie shrugged and turned to Flash expectantly.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” Flash said. “I’m just trying to help Twilight feel comfortable.”

“And Twilight is just trying to make you feel good,” Pinkie said, bouncing her eyebrows. “So what would you want to do now that you’ve got two sexy, naked girls in bed with you?” She paused and frowned. “You know, it’s a shame you don’t have two ding-a-lings.”

Flash facepalmed, even though he was laughing. “Thank you, Pinkie, very romantic.”

Twilight giggled too. “Tactless though it may have been, Pinkie was right about my wanting to make you feel good.” She looked down, hugging Pinkie’s arms around her shoulders. “This is still … very weird, but if you have anything you’d like to try, I’d like to at least attempt it.”

Flash’s heart burned warmly at the selfless offer. His brain, on the other hand, was it’s usual self.

Which was to say, useless.

“I have no idea,” Flash said. “I mean, what could we even do that would involve all three of us? Like Pinkie said, I only have one, uh, you know.”

Pinkie hummed thoughtfully. “Oooh, I know! We can all lie down like this. You hold Twi-pie from the front, and I hold her from the back. That way she doesn't have to see me naked."

Twilight swallowed. “That, actually, sounds okay for me, but what about you, Pinkie?” She turned just enough to look at her. “How would you get anything from that?”

Pinkie smiled and patted her head. “Silly Twi-pie, of course seeing you two happy will make me happy.”

“But- Ack!” Twilight gasped as Pinkie yanked them both down to the bed.

“How’s this?” Pinkie asked, spooning up to the other girl, arms around her shoulders.

It was kind of adorable to see the tender concern on Pinkie’s face and the trusting, but still anxious, look on Twilight’s. And yes, it was sexy.

Like, really sexy.

“I’m okay,” Twilight said, gripping Pinkie’s arms as she looked up at Flash nervously. “I hope this looks good.”

Pinkie smirked. “His thingy sure seems to think so.”

Flash covered himself, blushing heavily. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Twilight asked. “Arousing you is the point, after all.”

“Well … yeah, that’s true.” He carefully laid down next to them. “Sorry, I guess I’m still thinking it’s rude to stare.”

“Silly Flashy.” Pinkie tousled his hair. “Now start making Twi-pie feel good.”

That, at least, was an order he could get behind. He squeezed Pinkie’s hand before turning his attention to Twilight, gently squeezing her hand as well. “Let me know if you ever need us to stop, okay?”

Twilight smiled nervously. “I will ... Thank you.”

He didn’t even remember when it ended. One moment he was as deep in Twilight as was physically possible; the next, he’d collapsed back, lying on the bed in a haze of warmth.

“That was …” Twilight gasped. “That was wonderful.”

Flash moaned something that even he couldn’t understand.

Pinkie giggled. “I think you broke him.”

He nodded weakly.

A soft hand brushed his cheek, though he couldn’t tell whose it was.

“I have some energy drinks, if you want one,” Twilight said.

Flash wrangled together his thoughts enough to whisper, “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back.” Someone, he assumed it was Twilight, got off the bed and walked away.

Pinkie cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, by the way. I always wanted this, to be with a boy and a girl I love, but I didn't think I could tell anyone about it until now.“

He wrapped an arm around her, his hand resting against her stomach. “You can tell me anything, you goofball. I hope you know that.“

Twilight slowly approached, a can of Rockstar in her hand. “Should I come back later?” She looked down, smiling weakly. “You two are certainly entitled to some alone time.”

Pinkie shook her head. “Nuh, uh. Today is for you, and cuddling after sex is almost as good as sex.” She pushed herself up. “You haven’t had a chance to see how great it is yet, so I can go if you’re too uncomfortable to cuddle with me around.”

“No,” Twilight said softly, wiping her eyes. “You’re doing it again, Pinkie.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Doing what?”

“Giving up what you want to make me happy.” Twilight wiped her eyes again. “I might not be sexually attracted to women, but I do love you, Pinkie, and I can’t stand seeing you do all this for me when I can’t even bring myself to reciprocate.” She crawled onto the bed and spooned up against Pinkie’s back, hugging her shoulders. “So, no. You’re not going anywhere.”

Pinkie didn’t move for a few seconds, then she hugged Twilight’s arms, tears welling up in her eyes. “Awww, Twilight, I love you too!” She sniffled. “Y-you don’t have to do sexy things with me to make me happy. Just being here with you and Flashy is enough.” She rubbed her cheeks against Twilight’s arms. “And seeing him make you happy made me happy too.” She paused for a moment then flipped around, gently pulling Twilight’s head down to her shoulder. “Sorry, this probably makes you uncomfortable, but hugging you from behind doesn’t feel as lovey.”

“It’s okay,” Twilight said quietly, hugging her back. “I just … I want to feel like I’m doing as much for you as you’re always doing for me.”

“But you’re already doing even more for me than I’ve done for you,” Pinkie said. “You’re the one that’s super stressed and uncomfortable.”

Flash spooned up against Pinkie’s back, planting a kiss at the base of her neck. “Pinkie, stop arguing with her and just enjoy the fact that both of us love you and are here for you.”

Pinkie sniffled. “I-I love you too, Flashy.” She rolled onto her back, hugging Flash to one side of her and Twilight to the other. “Y-you two a-are so wonderful!”

Flash hugged her side as best he could and shared a smile with Twilight. “I’m not sure about me. Twilight’s definitely wonderful, though.” He looked up and down her naked back appreciatively. And yes, it turned him on a ton to see her half-lying on another incredibly sexy naked girl.

He was only human.

Twilight blushed, hunkering down against Pinkie. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me, and … I truly enjoy how you appreciate my body, but don’t discount everything you’ve said and done to make this special for me.”

Pinkie smiled. “Flashy always makes us feel special. It’s one of the most specialest things about him.”

Twilight nodded. “So that’s why I want you to have sex with her next.” She looked down at his crotch, which was still limp. “Um, as soon as you’re able, that is.”

Flash shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to cover himself. Two orgasms had taken a lot out of him. “Maybe in a few minutes. For now,” he cuddled up against Pinkie, “I just want to stay like this.”

Twilight smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

When at last it ended, he collapsed, listlessly pulling Pinkie down next to him so they both lay on their sides.

Twilight lay flat on her back, covered in sweat and juices, panting softly. She smiled. “I … I hope that was enjoyable.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Pinkie said, eyes closed and a dopey smile on her lips. She pulled Twilight into another embrace.

Surprisingly, Twilight let her, rolling so her back pressed against the other girl’s front. “Have you enjoyed yourself so far, Flash?”

He hugged Pinkie with one hand, reaching over her with the other to stroke Twilight’s stomach. “I really,” he yawned, “truly hope you already know the answer to that.”

Pinkie giggled. “It is kind of a silly question.” She squeezed Twilight. “Silly Twi-pie.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Twilight giggled, then sighed happily. “By the way, Pinkie, why do you keep calling me Twi-pie?”

“Oh, that.” She giggled nervously. “I gave Flashy a nickname the first time we made love, since it meant so much, and I wanted to call him something special to help remember it. Then you were pushing yourself extra super hard for me, and it I thought you deserved a nickname too. She shifted up a bit. “Would you rather I called you twily?”

“Um, no. Definitely not.” Twilight shuddered. “My brother is the only one who calls me that, and I’d really rather not think about him in the current context.”

“Are you sure you should give her a nickname at all?” Flash asked. “No offense, Twilight, but I’m not sure if you’d want to be reminded of, well, this every time Pinkie calls you by your nickname.”

“No offense taken.” Twilight hugged his hand against her stomach. “Pinkie is right, though.” She hugged Pinkie’s arms. “After everything the two of you have done for me, it would feel … wrong to act like this didn’t mean anything.”

“So,” Pinkie asked nervously, “Twi-pie?”

Twilight laughed, hugging them both. “Only for you, Pinkie, but yes, Twi-pie.”

Author's Note

And that's it from me for now!

I hope you enjoyed this ... uh, April Fools prank gone out of control.

I'll add future chapters as I write them. Until then, feel free to yell at me for cutting out all the good parts.