“Woo!” Spike jumped out of bed, covers tossed with abandon as he ran to the far side of his room. With a red marker, he crossed out today’s date, the thought of all the tasty gifts he might receive floating across his tongue. Quickly, he dressed and, with a wink at himself in the mirror, trotted out into the castle proper.
“Twilight! Guess what day it is!” When his echo was met with no response, he frowned, searching for the Princess of Book’s favorite nooks. Her bedroom, the library, and even the map room turned out to be completely Sparkle free. Finally, he found a letter taped to the inside of the Castle doors. After reading, Spike raised an eyebrow. “Really? On my Birthday?
“Of all the days to go teaching in Canterlot…” Spike groaned, crumpling the note in his claws. Then he sat back, closing his eyes. “Oh, I’m going to give it to her good when she gets back.”
Kicking the castle doors open with more force than necessary, he took a step back when he saw somepony waiting on the other side. In a lovely sunflower dress, Sweetie Belle looked at him with her head cocked to the side. “You’re gonna give it to who ‘good’? Do I need to punish the bad dragon again?”
With a little cough into his claw, he smirked and crossed the threshold to hug his special somepony. They separated with a little peck on the cheek before Spike was able to answer her joking question.
“It would be torture if you didn’t punish me, Sweetie.” He pulled her snug against his chest, her small frame and bosom fitting nicely against him. “Seemed like the princess of responsibilities and friendship forgot about her number one assistant.”
Sweetie nodded, a cute smile on her lips. “Well, I’m sure she’ll remember… eventually. Somewhere between her schedule, and her lists, and her everything else…”
They kissed again, then shared a little laugh at Twilight’s expense. As the morning sun illuminated and fractured off the crystal castle, Sweetie lit her horn and extracted a small bound book from her mane. Advanced Transmutation and Transfiguration for the Delinquent Mind came into view, and Spike couldn’t help but whistle.
“I finished it, Spike!” Her smile was huge, and carried a little mischievous accent in the corner of her lip. “And I’m totally ready to give you your present.” She floated it over to him, and as his claws closed on it, she sauntered ever closer. As her tail wrapped around his waist; her hot breath tickled his ear. “Anypony you want.”
Spike almost dropped the book. Almost. “Anypony?” Her fur tickled his chin as his eyes rolled to the top of his head, his mind spinning a huge wheel of images of ponies. “Even…” A particular figure and ivory colour came to mind.
“Yes, even her.” Sweetie blew hot air out of her nose as she turned her head back towards town. “I know I’m a late bloomer, so I’ll do whatever it takes, Spike.” She bit her lip. “I really want to make this birthday special.”
Spike took a deep breath, a genuine smile crossing his face as he looked deep into Sweetie’s emerald eyes. “Just you being here makes this special.”
Sweetie snorted, her horn scraping against Spike’s scales as her head jerked. “I hope you’ve got some meat to go with that corn, Spikey.” She bit her lip as she turned, and together, they headed towards Carousel Boutique.
A gentle chime announced Sweetie and Spikes arrival to the boutique, nary a customer in sight at such an hour. There was a recognizable drumming of water, followed by the humming of perfection.
“I borrowed the key this morning.” Sweetie giggled as they proceeded past the gorgeous dresses and occasion suits. She pulled Spike along with her, hand in claw, until they got to Sweetie’s bedroom.
“Yeah, the boutique isn’t usually open for another hour or so…” Spike made himself comfy in the pink and white pillow-ridden abode. With a flop onto the bed, he watched as Sweetie wiggled in anticipation. “I used to wait outside just so that I could ask to help her with work.”
“Aw… Poor Spikey Wikey has a little crush on my sister.” She stepped up, pushing herself between his legs that hung off the end of the bed. “She’s just too hot for her own good.” Sweetie frowned at nopony in particular. “You’d think she’d stop stringing you along…”
“I didn’t even tell her that we were a thing for like, half a year…” Spike rubbed his scales with his claws; the scraping noise made Sweetie cringe back. “Sorry.”
Sweetie accepted his apology by tracing her way up his stomach with her fingers as she slowly bent over, grinding firmly between his legs. “She’ll be done soon, it’s been about an hour.” She couldn’t help but give a little roll of her eyes. “Always uses up all the hot water... “ Her magic had already pulled the book back into view. “You’ve read it, Spike. Which spell first? We’ve got all day to have fun.”
Spike licked his lips once. Twice. A third time. “Number four, I guess. That seems like a good one to test.”
Sweetie tapped the book against his chest. “You’re a naughty dragon, Spike. And I...” She purred as she leaned over him. “...love every bit of it.”
The angelic humming grew louder as the water cut off, the fast flick of the curtains preceding the trickle of water upon the tile floor. Spike and Sweetie Belle stood frozen as they listened to Rarity musically towel off her hair, the anticipation nearly suffocating in her room.
Eventually, after at least ten minutes had passed with Sweetie and Spike locked eye-to-eye, the bathroom door opened. Steps clopped down the hall past them, and they finally let out the breath they’d been holding.
“Any reason we’re being so quiet?” Spike raised an eyebrow. Sweetie gave a shrug before dragging herself off Spike, a lingering palm across his hot crotch.
“Because it’s fun?” she cooed as she led him to the door. “I know you want to watch, Spike. I know I want you to.”
“Oh, Celestia, yes.” Spike stepped up to the door as Sweetie Belle opened it. Sweetie stepped slowly through it, turned to Spike, and winked at him.
“Happy Birthday, big boy.”
The hem of her sunflower dress spun as she turned into the hallway, heading towards the kitchen where Rarity had gone. Spike followed at a distance, keeping out of sight as best he could.
“Rarity~” Sweetie skipped down the hall in the most disarming, carefree motion. “Rarity? Guess what day it is!”
“Oh, Sweetie Belle? You’re up early.” The sound of pouring cereal made Spike inch closer to hear better. “School doesn’t start for another week, so it can’t be that…”
“It’s Spike’s birthday, Rarity…” Sweetie whined, stomping a hoof. “I can’t believe you forgot.”
There was a sigh, then the setting of a glass on wood. “Sweetie, I’ve been busy. The shop in Canterlot, and the friendship missions and…”
Sweetie cut her off. “He’s been helping you almost everyday since he moved here. How could you forget?”
Spike could feel the pout on her lip from where he stood against the wall adjacent to the kitchen. He peeked around the corner to glimpse Rarity standing across from Sweetie Belle, hands on her hips, still wearing her royal blue shower robe. She hadn’t tied it quite tight enough, and her massive chest was already cresting the mountain peak. Her hair, still damp, was slicked across her right shoulder, just perfectly accenting every visible curve.
“I don’t have time today, Sweetie.” Rarity took a deep breath. “But if I move things around, maybe I’ll at least be able to swing by and give the little darling a gem and a hug.”
Spike grumbled under his breath, and Sweetie’s eyes flicked to him for only a moment. Finally, Sweetie stepped around the breakfast table separating them and lit her horn.
“It’s Spike’s birthday, and what my Spikey Wikey wants, my Spikey Wikey gets.” In a flash of brilliant emerald magic, Sweetie Belle launched herself at Rarity. The surprised fashionista cried out, her limbs flailing out as Sweetie connected with her stomach, horn first. Then, in a wiggle of flesh and magic, melded into her.
Rarity’s eyes widened in panic as Spike’s jaw dropped in awe. He watched, biting his lip as little ripples of fur ran up and down Rarity’s gorgeous body, Rarity herself in complete shock.
“Sweetie! Where did you… What did you do!?” She started to shake, then things started to change. Her mane tinted with lighter shades, and streaked with a single white line. Her tail twisted into a roll akin to a frosted breakfast pastry. And finally, her face scrunched slightly and took on a visage more similar to her sister. “Ah!” was the last thing that escaped Rarity’s mouth before her limbs fell limp.
Then she raised her head, a sure smile adorning her face. “Oh, Spike. Your filly friend has a little…” She looked down at her loose robes, into the mountain crevice; her smile widened further. “...Your filly friend has a big surprise for you.”
Spike stepped out from his corner. “Sweetie Belle?” He stepped towards Rarity with an open mouth and wide eyes. “Did it work?”
Sweetie was exploring her new self, hands caressing every curve before finally landing on her sister’s massive breasts. A long moan escaped her, and her eyes closed from the sensation. “You know…” she said as she lifted them, each one the size and weight of a large melon, “...I get why you’ve liked her for so long.” She stepped up to Spike, his head just getting wedged between her chest.
“You’re technically an adult now, Spikey. So how ‘bout we celebrate?” She pressed his head between her breasts before pulling him along to Rarity’s bedroom. The elegant purple drapes were fortunately already closed as Spike was first led, then pushed onto the bed.
Sweetie teased the already loose robes, her breasts baying at the clothes like hound dogs trying to get free. When she finally dropped the robe, and her body was fully exposed, Spike grunted hard as he nearly climaxed on the spot.
“Oh, no, not yet,” Sweetie cooed, bringing Rarity’s porcelain white fur up the full length of Spike’s already boiling body. She brushed against his member, and Spike had to bite down on his lip to not squirm beneath the beauty upon him. “Tonight,” she said, Rarity’s breasts pressed hard against his chest, “she’s going to repay you for every kindness. I’m going to make sure of that.”
Spike drew in a shaky breath as Sweetie bent down, her magenta mane swirling to caress her face. Her wet, glistening mouth opened as she took him fully. She angled her neck, and her throat was opened wide as Spike’s world became only pleasure. His claws clamped on the downy mattress, his eyes closed as he tried not to trust upwards.
Again, and again, and again, she swallowed his dick fully, her tongue tickling and teasing him as she watched his progress towards his peak. With a sultry and devilish grin, she’d move off with a little pop, and Spike would stick out his lip. Then again, Sweetie used her sister’s body to fulfill Spike’s long awaited desires.
It was only when he was sore from being denied repeatedly that she finally moved away, and started to turn to offer her magnificent posterior to him. Then, her whole body shook. Spike stopped just as he had moved to mount her, eyes wide and concerned.
“Sweetie Belle?
She shook like marshmallow in a mixing bowl, her fur ripping as a strained cry emitted from her clenched mouth. “Get… Out!!” Muscled tensed, Rarity’s horn glowed two different shades of green before her form blurred. With yell and a thunk, Sweetie fell down onto the floor, both of the sisters sweating and wide-eyed.
Rarity looked from Spike, to Sweetie, and back again, shivering with a mix of rage, confusion, and something else unidentifiable. Her mouth opened to speak, her hand in the air with a glower on her face, but then she stopped. She coughed, twice.
“Sweetie, we will not discuss this later. Not ever. Spike…” The poor dragon had long since gone soft, and had scooted as far from the angry fashionista as possible. “Happy birthday.”
The pair were promptly defenestrated without ceremony, the shuttered slamming shut behind them.
Spike picked Sweetie up and brushed the dirt from her coat. “I’m sorry I asked you to-”
“Are you kidding!? That was the most fun I’ve had in ages!” Her smile was bright as the morning sun above them. “And you know what?” She gave Spike a mischievous grin. “She had fun too. Otherwise, we’d probably be skinned alive and used as fabric by now. She’s just… too much of a lady to admit it.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “So what? You’re not getting grounded?”
Sweetie rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll find some form of revenge. A proper lady always does.” She moved to grab his arm, cuddling up as he pulled her close in return. “Soooo, now what?”
Spike tapped his chin with a claw. “Cutie Mark Crusaders, magical kinky adventures?” She answered him with a kiss on the cheek. “I bet we’ll get up to all sorts of trouble… as long as you don’t chicken out.”
“Are you kidding? I have a feeling I’ll remember today forever. You know what, let’s make a whole week of it. At least, until Twilight shows up to ruin the fun.”
From the window of the boutique, a flustered unicorn narrowed her eyebrows at the pair. Her body was sweaty and still dripping with her own sex, and she couldn’t help but stick out her lower lip as they left. “No, Rarity. A proper lady does not get jealous of her sister. Well, she doesn’t admit to it anyway.”
She watched the pair trot off to inevitably cause more trouble. “I should probably tell Twilight…” She bit her lip, hesitating as she faced her bedroom door. “...later. I’ll tell her later. After I get the juicy details from my sister, of course.
Author's Note
Heya, pones. So, lemme know if I missed any errors and whatnots, since I probably won't have an editor for these stories. Hope you like it, or at least don't hate it. Stay safe and Happy Thanksgiving 
Sweetie had a particular pep in her step as she and Spike made their way towards the Crusader Clubhouse. The sun was shining, the birbs were singing, and both of them had huge smiles on their faces.
Hanging off his arm, Sweetie beamed up at her drake and gave him a squeeze. “Any plans for the rest of the day?”
The shared smile between them was interrupted as the carving up of dirt and rock reached their ears. The bee-buzz of wings hit them only a moment before Scootaloo and Apple Bloom came into view, definitely tripling Ponyville’s local speed limit. With a skid of dust, Scoots brought them to a halt right in time to avoid a potential painful pony pile.
Spike coughed, Sweetie holding her arm up to cover her face as friendly grins were tossed their way. Grey hoodie and frayed cargo shorts as always, Scootaloo popped the kickstand and flapped towards them, Apple Bloom still struggling with a helmet that her driver hadn’t bothered with. When she finally stepped off and got free, the lovely, overly large ribbon shimmered in her cherry mane. Her coveralls had only been lightly dusted by their mildly terrifying journey, the yellow shirt taut from her toned muscles.
Still, regardless of how much time she spent on the farm, Apple Bloom still presented the most feminine figure out of the three friends as she crossed her arms beneath her rather fruitful bosom; she narrowed her eyes at Sweetie Belle, a concerned frown upon her face after all the smiles.
“Why do I feel like there’s gonna be trouble today?”
The rest ignored her, of course, as Scootaloo jumped forward and gave Spike a floofy hug. “Happy birthday, big guy! Spike couldn’t help but grin as he shot a glance at Sweetie; She rolled her eyes and smiled, it seemed he had an all-day pass, or at least would wait until tomorrow for repercussions.
After their hug went on for a little longer than acceptable, Sweetie stepped forward and separated her drake from the clingy Scooter pone. Scootaloo harumped at her, hands on her hips, but then the mares shared a good-natured glance.
“Oh, it’s only trouble if you get caught, Bloom.” Sweetie gave her a pointed look, and Apple Bloom shook her head. “I’ve got some extra special, magical presents planned for our favorite dragon’s birthday, and you girls are welcome to join in the fun.”
Apple Bloom shook her head, ribbons and mane shifting beautifully in the morning sun. “Count me out. I hear the trouble Belle a ringin’ and my sister told me she’ll still give my ass a whoopin’ if I show out again; apparently, eighteen ain’t too old for a paddlin’.”
Scootaloo bent close and whispered into Sweetie’s ear. Spike couldn’t hear, but Apple Bloom turned radish a moment later.
“I am not into spankings! Especially not from my own sister!”
Two-thirds of the Cutie Mark Crusaders tumbled into the grass with laughter. Spike couldn’t meet Bloom’s eyes as he forced down a chuckle. Instead, Apple Bloom turned and stomped off. “I’ve got some shopping to do. When you decide to apologize, I’ll be waiting.”
With that, the others settled down and got down to the actual fun. Sweetie pulled out her precious spell book, drawing interested, though bewildered looks from Scoots.
Scoots tapped it with her hoof. “This the spell thingy you were ranting about? It doesn’t look nearly as impressive as my favorite books.”
Sweetie and Spike both snickered as the former answered. “You mean that Daring Do set Rainbow Dash autographed? Yeah, I’m suuuuure.”
Scoots glared, but eventually chuckled despite her embarrassment. “Alight, alight. So, what can this baby do? Huh?”
The book was flipped open by Sweetie’s magic as she relayed their earlier experiment in the boutique. Scootaloo’s mouth was scooping up dirt by the end, and Sweetie had to reach over to close it.
“Soooo, can you cast those spells on anypony, or is it just you that gets to use them?” Scootaloo crossed her arms. “That wouldn’t surprise me; unicorns get to have all the fun.”
Sweetie rolled her eyes and gave Scoots a playful slug in the shoulder. “Firstly, I do have all the fun, but yes, these spells are possible to cast on others… if I’m good enough at them.” Spike gave her a tight hug around the waist, his head on her shoulder. “Yeah.” Sweetie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I can do it.”
“Alright, Scootz, you first.” The pair of giggling mares peeled through several pages before an orange hoof struck the page.
“That one!” Her eyes wide as dish plates, biting her bottom lip. “It’s perfect~”
Sweetie raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. “Hey, if you’re sure.” She looked over to Spike, who shrugged, then to a rapidly nodding Scootaloo. “Okay!” Cheerfully, she glances at the spell, closes her eyes, then zapped Scootz in a flash of green light.
When Spike moved his claws away from his eyes, he saw Scootaloo still standing there, though an odd sheen covered her fur. A slow, manic grin was building across her face before she grabbed her scooter and bolted off with a wave and a burst of conversation. “HappybirthdaySpikegottagoseeyoulater!!”
Sweetie and Spike shared a long look, then spoke in unison. “Rainbow Dash.”
They settled down together, resting on the nearby Ponyville fountain as they languidly paged through the spell book. “Anything look interesting?” Sweetie smiled up at her drake, one of his arms pulling her tight to him.
“Number six, maybe? Magical adhesion and something or other?” Spike scratched his head. “Honestly, I can find almost any book in the library by name or color or even smell, just don’t ask me to explain how any of it works.” He leaned over and kissed Sweetie on her horn, sending shivers down her lovely ivory fur.
“I’ll be interested to see what you do with it, Spikey.” There were two flashes, leaving both Spike and Sweetie vaguely glowing with sparkles. They kissed again, hugging close before they separated.
Spike rubbed his claws across his green spikes, cheeky scales lightly tinted with red. “What do you have planned this time?”
Sweetie didn’t meet his eyes, sharing his embarrassment. “You’ll see, daring.” They both chuckled as they looked off in the same direction. “Let’s meet back here later; we’ll do lunch and maybe something a little more fun afterwards.”
Somewhere in Ponyville…
Wheels skidded across the dirt as a trickle of sweat made its way down her snoot. She pushed harder, faster, rode better, flapped stronger. Soon, Sweet Apple Acres came into view, and Scootaloo began watching the treetops for a familiar blue shape amongst the branches.
It didn’t take long. She slowed herself as several thuds rang out into the air. Scootaloo stopped behind a particularly large apple tree and peeked around to see Applejack finishing what must have been a rough round of apple-bucking. She was actually breathing hard, whipping her forehead before yelling up to the trees. “Heya, Rainbow. I’m'a get meh some cider; Y’all want one?”
There was a short pause, then a lazy response. “Is that even a question?”
Applejack snorted and trotted off towards the farmhouse. “Back ina minute then, yah lazy, cloudstomper.”
Scootaloo had crept closer, and had seen Rainbow nod in thanks before she slumped back in relaxing bliss. “We’re the toughest little, ponies in town; got the moves, got mojo~”
Scootz’s hands went firmly to her mouth to stop the snicker from escaping as Rainbow sang aloud, rather badly.
From the distances, Applejack voiced her opinion. “You singin’ that damn song again, Rainbow? You’ll scare off all my apples!”
Rainbow groaned as Applejack trotted out with a pair of cider mugs, sitting one beneath Rainbow’s tree. Rainbow turned away, huffing and crossing her arms. “I can’t help it. It’s just too damn catchy, you know?”
Applejack chugged her cider before sighing in contentment. “The only thing I know is if I hear that damn song one gosh more dang time, I’m see how many apples I can buck out of yur head, Rainbow!”
The jacked-off Apple shook her head, then trotted off to continue her work. “Anyway, enjoy yur cider, and work on that soundtrack you call a brain!” She chuckled after a moment, and Rainbow waved half-heartedly as she began extracting herself from her super comfy bark bed.
Scootaloo took her only chance, her patience leading her to this moment. Magic seeped through her, her orange fur seeming to sink downward. Her body stretched, then finally collapsed into a puddle of orange pony.
“Okay, this feels really, really weird, Sweetie Belle.” She slimed her way through the grass to the base of the tree Rainbow was resting at. With effort, she crossed the large roots and found the cider, bubbly and cheerful, greeting her. Scootaloo plunged in.
Warm, appley goodness surrounder slimaloo as she scooted all the way into the mug. Not a drop spilled, for that was sacrilege of the highest Rainbow order. A moment later, feet hit the ground before the mug was lifted into the air. Scootz had incorporated perfectly with the cider, and when Rainbow took a drink, she ingested the scrappy, flappy crusader into her.
Rainbow Dash wiped her muzzle with a grin, having drained her bottle to the last drop. She looked at the mug, eyebrows raised. “A little thicker than usual, ey Applejack?” The farmer was nowhere in sight, so Rainbow shrugged, stretched her wings and took to the sky. Inside her body, she felt odd and tingly, but when the high wind caught her, she didn’t notice anymore.
Inside her most favorite, awesome, wicked fast hero, Scootaloo was getting her bearings. She slimed her way into every crevice, every nerve, and muscle until she could feel everything. She was riding backseat to the fastest pony in Equestria, and it was glorious.
The mighty wings that beat in a perfect, steady rhythm; the smooth and sleek fur and feathers; the libido that was coiled in place like a waiting snake.
“Uh, that last one is weird.” It seemed that Rainbow was aching in very mature places, and Scootaloo could help but notice. “Apparently, she needs to get laid… I thought she got all the action she wanted.” Regardless, Scootaloo crept in tighter within to help out.
Looking through Rainbow’s eyes, she could see the approaching Wonderbolts HQ. She seemed to be heading for the locker room, and Scootaloo was getting busy. Slimy hands reached up gently from within Rainbow, caressing her cantaloupe-sized breasts beneath her white, tight t-shirt. Another pair reached back, feeling within and from without her drum-tight flank.
Rainbow stopped on the spot, her hand on the door to her locker. She looked down, touched her bra with a hand, blinking and tilting her head. “The actual fuck?” There was nothing visible to her, and Scootaloo had frozen for the moment. Shaking her head, she opened her locker and peeled off her civilian clothes. She stood, naked and free, staring with a contented smile at her Wonderbolts uniform.
Scootz pressed forward again, pressing from the inside of Rainbow’s nipples, tugging and twisting ever so gently. Together, they moaned, the pleasure surging through both of them as Rainbow had to put a hand out to steady herself. “What’s wrong with me?”
“From where I’m standing, nothing at all, Crash.”
Rainbow snapped her head sideways as Soarin trotted in. The Wonderbolts were close, and didn’t separate on gender. If you couldn’t trust your teammates to be mature and professional, you definitely couldn’t trust them with your life. Soarin stood there, dark hair and dark jeans with an ‘I hate Modays’ faded shirt over firm muscles. He watched Rainbow as she squirmed, her nipples erect before she moved back in front of her locker.
“H-hey, Soarin. Ready to eat my dust in practice again?”
“Hah!” He moved past her, his locker on the opposite side. His tail brushed across her flank, though whether it was on purpose was unsure to either of them.
Rainbow Dash shook herself, looking into the mirror seated into the locker. Her mane was a little frazzled, and she blinked rapidly as she swore she saw little bubbles of fur moving up and down her body. After a deep breath, she reached for her Wonderbolts spandex.
Scootaloo wasn’t done. She reached down, tickled Rainbow between her legs, her precious pearl caressed into sending shockwaves up Rainbow’s spine. While she was distracted, Scootz pushed her own physicality into Rainbow’s breasts and flank, bringing her up several cup sizes, and expanding her hips to match.
When Rainbow stopped gasping, she looked up at her reflection. “The fuck was in that cider?” She pressed her hands against her now DD cup blue breasts, testing the weight with her head cocked. “Is this Applejack’s idea of a joke?” As she put a hand on her hip, Soaring looked around his locker to see what she was on about.
“Crash, what… are you… Wow.” Soarin’s eyebrows were raised in appreciation, and something long and hard was poking against his jeans. His bare chest flexed without any visible effort and another shiver was sent through Rainbow like a stray lightning bolt.
Rainbow turned away, but Scootz was already bearing down on her, barely bothering to hide her influence. She firmly groped Rainbow’s enlarged chest, a slimy finger emerging to finger Rainbow outside-in. Scootaloo slithered to Rainbow’s head, whispering dirty thoughts into her inner ear. “You want it. You want him… you neeeed it.”
Rainbow turned, liquid dripping along her leg to the floor. “Fuck it. My body isn’t lying, but I might lay off the cider for a while…” She looked at Soarin, who blinked back at her, unsure. She stepped toward him, slowly, enlarged breasts bouncing and swaying as her bare legs tapped across the floor.
Soarin gulped.
“I know I’ve turned you down before… And this doesn’t mean anything, okay!?” She pressed against him firmly, her fingers nearly tearing off his pants. “Something inside needs this. You’re going to be a good teammate and make sure I get what I need, right?”
Soarin nodded, such a good little stallion.
Scootaloo buzzed around inside Rainbow, spread out to feel everything. When Soarin was finally naked, she had to wonder how exactly something that long fit inside his pants without breaking. Over two meters of solid, grey cock waited for them, and it was going to be good.
Together, they slammed him against the wall, Rainbow literally vibrating as Soarin’s cock pressed between her legs. She pushed forward and forced her mouth against his. Her tongue explored his mouth, poor Soarin was so shocked he could barely reciprocate. Scootaloo nudged their left arm forward and snagged Soarin’s wing roughly.
“Ooph.” He flinched, but the pain seemed to help him get a grip of himself, and of her. He reached down, one hand on her seemingly pulsating breast, the other pinning her back against the lock. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you… but it wasn’t me, and I need to fix that.”
Rainbow resisted the urge to smack him, instead bending and lifting her gorgeously soaked tail. “Tryouts now, big boy. You’re up first. Score a perfect ten or get rejected.” By now, both mares were literally shaking with excitement. Scootaloo tensed their ass, stretched her wings and buckled down for the best rut of her life.
“Fine, if you can handle Soarin’ the Skies!” There was an oddly high altitude cricket chirp.
“Just fuck me, you loser!”
With a firm grasp on her shoulder and flank, the thickness popped into a strangely tight Rainbow Dash. She whinnied in both pain and pleasure as Scootaloo pulled their canal firmly against Soarin’s Cock. The effect was like pushing a golf ball through a hose, which was encased in concrete. The effort on either side was impressive, but the result was a pair of glorious screams that caused lighting to shoot from the clouds they sat upon.
“Harder! Fuck! Harder!” Scootaloo idly rubbed slimy tendrils against Rainbow’s wings and nipples as Soarin took the pair from behind, having them bent over and pressed firmly into the cloudy ground. The top of her head would bonk into the locker every firm thrust, but nopony complained, far from it.
Soarin pushed harder, firmer, finally tapping the inside of Rainbow’s pussy, tweaking her inner nub and nearly shattering both Rainbow’s and Scootz’ resolve to remain upright. He grunted, both hands now gripping her ass as sweat shown from his forehead. His grin was huge, his pace picking up as he pounded harder, and harder still. Then he started to finish.
Scootaloo tensed within Rainbow, the walls of her clit tightening on Soarin’s cock so completely that they became essentially attached. He grunted, thrusted, growled, and finally tried to pull back and failed. With a shrug, he pushed back in, slow and with a grinding of flesh that was only on this side of painful.
With a slosh of slime, she reached out and gripped Soarin by his ridiculous sack and squeezed as he climaxed. The whine that came out was equivalent to a filly getting her cutie mark several years early. He pumped an ocean into Rainbow, and because of Scootz’ grip, it had nowhere to leak out.
“Ffff Oh, sweet Celestia!” He creamed the mound of twitching mare like she was a pile of mashed potatoes. She screamed, he grunted and Scootaloo felt like the most content pile of goo in Equestria.
There was a slam of locker doors from the side as a soaking wet Spitfire stepped out of the shower, flicking her hot mane with the sheer force of her personality. “What in Celestia’s rusted nipple-ring is going on here!!”
Author's Note
Heya, peeps! Been a while. I think I'll try to get back into the habit of writing. It feels good, cathartic, honestly. I work a lot, like usually sixty plus hours a week. Anyway, if you spot an error, lemme know. I don't have any editors for this travesty of a story.
Enjoy 
