“Wow, this is a lot more ponies than I expected,” gulped Twilight as more and more ponies started to show up in the library, each of them dressed up in their best party clothes for the occasion. “I hope we have enough food and drinks for everypony.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Spike, looking through the crowds of ponies. “Where is she?”

“Where’s who?”

“Rarity, I’m trying to find her,” he said, looking over the head of everypony. “Where is she?”

“I’m sure she’ll arrive eventually,” said Twilight. “She’s probably just being fashionably late.”

“Yeah…”

“If you’re so impatient, then why don’t you go and greet everypony at the door.”

“Great idea Twilight!” chippered Spike, running past the guest and standing by the door just as Lyra and Bonbon walked in. “Hey guys, glad you could make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” said Lyra, placing a hoof around her marefriend. “Now we can show you guys how we party Ponyville style!”

“What?”

“Don’t mind her,” smiled Bonbon. “She’s been drinking since noon.”

“Hey! I’ve only had a few milkshakes.”

Bonbon rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t love you so much I wouldn’t tolerate your behaviour.”

“Too bad you do!” laughed Lyra, pulling her cream-coloured companion into the party.

“You two have fun,” said Spike as the two walked into the library. He turned back to the door to greet the next guest. “Octavia?”

“Hello again Spike,” smiled the grey-coated earth pony. “Surprised to see me?”

“A little,” he admitted. “I thought you would be playing at some Canterlot party.”

“I was, but my marefriend is playing the music here and she keeps pestering that we never spend the holidays together, which of course is absurd.”

“You have a marefriend?” he asked, “Who?”

“Yo Tavi, where are you?!” called a strong yet feminine voice. An electric blue-mane unicorn walked up next to Octavia, wrapping her arm around her. “Ah, there’s my MF! I thought you ran off on me,” she said, pressing her lips against Octavia’s cheeks, sucking and biting her marefriend’s cheek as she did so.

“Vinyl…” blushed the grey pony. “Other ponies are watching.”

“Hmm?” pondered Vinyl, finally realizing that Spike was present. “Oh snap! Are you a dragon?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“SWEET!” boomed Vinyl, sliding her purple tinted glasses on. “Never partied with a dragon before, this night is going to kill! C’mon Tavi,” she said, slapping Octavia on the rear. “Let’s go get me set up, I’m going to blow the ROOF off this joint!”

Octavia’s face grew redder as she followed the snow white DJ to her booth to help her set up.

“Weird…” muttered Spike. He had always thought of Octavia to be a bit more… refined, sort of like Rarity. But I guess anypony had the right to choose who they’d get to be with and he certainly wasn’t going to argue with that. He turned back to greet the other guests. “Good evening Mayor Mare,” he smiled. “Macintosh, it’s good to see you. Ditzy, Sparkler, Time Turner, always a pleasure. Fluttershy, nice to see that you decided to come and don’t worry, we are serving non-alcoholic drinks as well.”

More and more guest continued to fill the library, each one excited and curious for the night that would await them. But the one mare that Spike was waiting for still hadn’t shown up. Rainbow, Davenport, Colgate soon quickly showed up, along with Berry Punch and Carrot Top, but still no Rarity.

“Where is she?” worried Spike. Worse case scenarios started to run through his head. What if she had been kidnapped? Or had gotten lost? What if she had drowned in the bathtub?! “Oh no Rarity! I’ve got to save you!” screamed Spike as he opened the door to go save his love.

“Hello Spike, you look wonderful this evening.”

“R-Rarity!” said Spike happily, his heart nearly exploding with delight. “You’re here!”

“Of course darling,” she smiled. “But I was making this new outfit and lost track of time.”

Spike realized that she was wearing a completely original dress. It was a deep-cherry red and loose collar, tarnished with a few yellow stripes. Nothing extravagant, but she easily pulled it off. Around her neck, she wore a glimmer blue pearl necklace that shinned like the midnight skies.

“So what do you think?” she asked, giving her a few twirls. “Not bad for a last minute design."

“You look…” he began to say, his tongue hanging out as his lips curled into a big goofy smile. “Beabab blahblah…”

The white mare giggled at the tongue tied drake. “I’ll take that as a loss for words,” she said, walking past him. “See you at in the party, my little Spikey-wikey.”

“I love you…” muttered Spike in his dream state, not realizing that Rarity was gone. “I want to make sweet, sweet love to you…”

“Excuse me?”

“Hmm,” hummed the dragon, still not realizing that he had just told Caramel he wanted to make love to him.

“Sorry buddy, you aren’t my type,” the yellow stallion said, slowly walking around the dragon.

“Okay… what?” wondered Spike as he slowly returned to reality, shaking his head as Twilight climbed up onto stage in front of the DJ station, tapping her levitated glass to silence the talkative crowd of ponies.

“Attention everypony!” she announced as the last of the guest started to settle down. “First off, I would like to thank everypony for coming to Spike’s and I’s first New Luna’s Eve here in Ponyville and we hope that you will all enjoy yourselves!”

There was a quick stomping applause as Twilight continued.

“As you all know, since the return of Princess Luna, every one thousandth moon cycle, we raise our glasses to the return of Luna. It is a newer tradition yes, but it has become quite the celebrated one! Filled with union under the night the princess blesses us with, and to remind us of its beauty and to appreciate and love all things we may have overlooked, or not seen. Sometimes it’s been there, staring at your face for years and you’ve never really noticed before! But that is what tonight’s about, realizing the things in life we miss, the things in life we take advantage of, the things in—“

“Holy fuck!” whined Vinyl as she slipped her headphones on. “Enough with the fucking speeches! LET’S BLOW SHIT UP!”

She set her subwoofers to maximum and her bass to the highest setting, the resulting sound blast sent Twilight off the stage and the ponies into a raving frenzy, their bodies instantly moving to the beats the DJ provided.

“H-h-hey!” Twilight tried to scream, but she was easily drowned out by Vinyl’s remixes. “I wasn’t done my speech! I still had three more page—hey put me down!” she gasped, as a few of the partiers had lifted her up and over the crowd. The purple mare freaked out as she body surfed across the crowd, yelling and cursing for somepony to put her back down. “I’m serious, put me down! Hey! Don’t touch my flank you pervert! Spike help me!”

The dragon smiled as he playfully waved at the distressed unicorn, she needed to loosen up a bit anyways. Besides it looked like fun and Twilight was always in desperate need of that.

“Hey Spike, does this cupcake seem special to you?”

“WhaBRGH!” Spike choked, a pink hoof cramming a green frosted cupcake down his throat. By reflex he swallowed the sugary treat and spat the hoof out. “Pinkie! What the hell?!”

“Well is it?!” she asked, screaming over the insanely loud music.

“Is it what?!”

“Is it one of the special cupcakes?!”

“You mean like the one… you… ohmygod…”

Spike’s eyes widened and dilated as the world around him started began to merge around him into a colourful orgy of the senses. The bland wooden walls of the library quickly burst with wonderfully bright colours like a rainbow, the ponies around him started to warp in size, their bodies growing and shrinking into strange shapes and sizes and all around him, rubies with smiley faces skipped and cheered, playing childish games and Spike experienced true happiness.

“I’m so happy!” screamed Spike as he went to go skip and play in the magical mistletoe meadow. “It’s as if my inner goddess has done the dance of a thousand veils!”

“Spike!” screamed a one of the tiny gem people, rushing up to the dragon. The little jewel panted at his feet, trying to catch its breath before continuing. “An urgent message from the Marshmallow Queen!”

“The Marshmallow Queen!” gasped Spike, realizing the direness of the situation. “What happened? Has she been kidnapped by the evil Fuck-Wizard Blueballs?”

“No!” whined the gem.

“Has she been abducted by The Douchebag Dogs?”

“Nooooo!”

“Then speak man!” urged the dragon. “What causes the Marshmallow Queen distress?”

“Her royal highness the Marshmallow queen has suffered from a fatal disease!”

“By the cake-filled goddess!” said Spike, scratching his chin with concerned. “What is the name or her illness?”

“Nymphomania!” cried the gem. “Her loins ache for the touch of her one true love, but none that have been able to satisfy her! She has asked us gems of the gumdrop valley to try and find the one who can fuck the disease out of her and be her super awesome sexy somepony forever!”

“Hmm…” wondered the dragon, “Tis a noble a just quest you bring me, small gem person from the gumdrop valley. Very well, I shall accept this quest! And rid the fair Rar—I mean Marshmallow Queen of her Nymphomania!”

“Are you sure, noble dragon?” asked the gem. “The disease is not easily cured; you’ll both have to endure extreme pleasure and multiple orgasms in order to rid her of this foul disease.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take!” he declared. “Now come little gemstone! Let us ride the candy cane rhinos of the syrup waterfall to the kingdom of Boutique!” he grabbed the little gem and placed him in his mouth, happily listening to him scream as he chewed on it’s sweet, tangy body. The dragon jumped on one of the red and white rhino’s that were drinking from the syrup waterfall. “Ride, noble candy cane rhino! Ride until we hit the climax of the Everboob forest! And penetrate through the white canyon of bliss!” The rhino reared up and charged towards the sunset behind the mountains as Spike raced towards his goal to save the Marshmallow Queen…

However, this was all of course an illusion brought on by whatever was in Pinkie’s cupcakes. In reality, Spike was in the middle of riding the top of a sofa with Davenport’s hoof firmly grasped within his mouth. He giggled and snickered in his artificial high as the screaming Davenport attempted to pull his arm out.

There were other things happening at the party while Spike was in his drug-fuelled fantasy. Twilight had finally managed to be let down from body surfing when Vinyl switched songs. The purple mare groaned and brushed the sweat of other ponies off of her as she walked up to the bar. She needed a drink, badly.

“Confound these ponies,” she muttered as she poured herself a glass of vodka, followed by a dash of colta-cola. “They drive me to drink.”

“Ahh…” cooed an age, yet enthralling voice. “If it isn’t Miss Twilight Sparkle.”

“Huh?” she wondered, turning around to see none other than Mayor Mare sitting next to her. “Oh, Miss Mayor, I didn’t see you there.”

“But I saw you,” she chuckled, reaching for a bottle of spiced rum and Para-sprite. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Not really…” the unicorn droned. “To be honest this isn’t what I expected.”

“Oh?” wondered the Mayor, pouring the contents of her two bottles together. “And what was it you were expecting? Fine dining? Intelligent conversation? Innocent friendship?”

“Sort of…”

“My dear,” said Mayor Mare, “You’ve already forgotten the reason why we celebrate New Luna’s Eve.”

“What?”

“It’s not about order and lists and… more lists,” said the mare. “It’s about love and having fun! You said it perfectly yourself,” the Mayor cleared her throat. “To remind us of its beauty and to appreciate and love all things we may have overlooked, or not seen,” she quoted, looking deeply into Twilight’s glimmering, innocent eyes. “Sometimes it’s been there, staring at your face for years and you’ve never really noticed before…”

“To remind us of its beauty and to appreciate and love all things we may have overlooked, or not seen,” replied Twilight, hypnotized by the mayor’s gorgeous gaze.

“You see,” the Mayor grinned. “So relax dear, take a load off,” she brought up her freshly made drink. “To fun!” she said, as she slowly started to drink.

Twilight breath quivered as she watched the mare drink. The slow, big swallows the mare was able to take, each gulp causing Twilight’s heart to beat out of her chest, threatening to explode. She watched as a small drop of her sparkling beverage managed to slip past the rim of the cup and trail down the Mayor’s tan cheek and neck. Twilight pushed down the lump in her throat as she quickly grabbed her own drink, chugging it down within seconds.

“Ah…” sighed Mayor Mare, wiping off the stray drop of alcohol. “Shall we have another?”

“Mmmhmm!” Twilight quickly nodded, grabbing two bottles of tequila. “To fun!” she announced, before tilting her head back to chug one of the bottles.

“Yes… to fun,” agreed the mare, grabbing her own bottle. She pressed her drink to her lips, but not before checking over Twilight once more with her half-lidded, lustful eyes. The Mayor gave a little smirk before chugging her own bottle.

It was going to be a fun night.

Author's Note

Nymphomania is a serious diesease that claims 0 lives a year, those who have it are constantly horny and unable to be satisfied by any amount of sexual intercourse, they have to walk around and everypony (or other dosmestic being) they see they have the strong desire to rock their world at a sexual level. It is a terrible illness that destory's families, as they try to have sex with them. Truely they are in distress.

But there is hope. We have opened up a hotline where you can give donations to help fund this disease and make sure that everybody finds their Super awesome sexy somepony. We need your help so call 1-800-123-6969.

Remember, only you can prevent Nymphomania... by having sex.