Pink

~Pink~

~Part Three~

The sounds of chirping birds echoed through the windows and inside Spike's head while he woke. His eyes still had some sleep in them, but not much. He looked over to see Pinkie, her mane a mess, but overall a cute bundle of pleasing adorableness. He reached over to hug her, surprised she had stopped cuddling with him early in the night and pecked her head. As her hazy gaze looked up with weary blinks, Pinkie smiled and asked, “You're not upset anymore, right?”

Spike shook his tired head. “Not in the slightest.”

She curled her hooves around him tightly for a few moments, exchanging their warmth before sitting up and getting out of the huge and inviting cushions. Pinkie looked down at the towel she'd used to to clean herself up earlier that evening, some stains blotching its originally blue color. While she placed it in the dirty clothes hamper next to her door and giving one last powerful yawn, Spike stretched his back and arms, stopped momentarily and asked, “Huh... Pinkie, does this normally happen?”

Pinkie saw him turn and show his sets hardening. Giggling, Pinkie answered, “It's morning wood silly! Haven't you ever gotten that before?”

“Uh, no, to be honest... this is the first.”

Her eyebrow raised with bafflement. Spike had to have been sixteen in dragon years by now, and he still hadn't had a boner? He didn't know what sex was, called his dick a pee shooter, acted nervous when checking out her pussy and had never even had morning wood before. None of it made much sense, how a dragon like Spike could be so insanely oblivious to the arousing and sexual experience of intimacy despite living with such an attractively appealing mare like Twilight. He even had a crush on another; constantly showed it to her, but Rarity never once granted him a special reward for his affection by showing him the joys of intercourse?

“well, it’ll go down soon enough,” Pinkie promised. “I’m really not in the mood yet, you know?”

Spike nodded off, a little depressed he wouldn’t get a second trip like the one from last night, but he knew it was completely up to Pinkie whether or not he got sexual relief. While the two cleaned the room, fixed the bed up and chatted for a bit, Pinkie checked periodically to see Spike’s set of twins slowly slip back in, and fantasized what it would be like to have them launched deep into her. With no balls showing, already Pinkie knew it would be twenty times better than screwing a stallion. After a few minutes of a last minute overview, checking to see if the room was perfect or not, her mind trailed off to Twilight and Rarity again, and decided to confront them about Spike’s virginity.

“Spike?” Pinkie asked, getting his attention as they walked down the stairs together. “I need you to go ahead and, well, just get outta the house for now. I've got some personal work to do.”

“Oh, I understand,” Spike beamed. “I sometimes would need to leave the tree house for Twilight, too.”

Pinkie knew exactly what that meant. Twilight wouldn't even be bothered to let spike pleasure her when she knew Spike would've been able to satisfy in ways better than any dumb toy. Before leaving, Spike offered to prepare breakfast. “Oh, that's alright Kiddo. I usually just have a banana.”

“But you had one last night!”

Caught off guard by the joke, Pinkie chortled and giggled. “You know how to make jokes? That's so cute!” It was a bit odd that he'd never had actual sex, and yet had enough basic competence to make something like that up on the spot the way he did, but Pinkie guessed he was a fast learner.

“It just popped up in my head.”

He grabbed the apron on the hanger and tied the back while snatching a fry pan, along with the ingredients for a hay omelet. Two eggs, milk, cheese, hay and some butter spray to prevent stickiness. While he cooked, Pinkie watched from the table, batting her eyes at how pretty he looked while wearing the mini cookers apparel. It had a huge heart in the middle with words on the front saying, “Kiss the chef,” which once he finished, Pinkie would love to do so. Sprinkling the last bits of cheese on top and scooping up the delectable meal, Spike asked, “Where's Mr. and Mrs. Cake?”

“They're probably running deliveries right about now. They've always got their hooves full, and don't come back until late. After that, they go straight to sleep, and don’t wake up at all. I've got some work to do too, but that can wait.”

“Huh...” Spike sat the plate down in front of his friend and chanted, “Your five star breakfast, ma'am!”

Pinkie chuckled and took a bite. It tasted better than her own cooking, a feat she thought impossible to achieve. “This is delicious!”

“You're welcome!”

As the dragon placed the apron in a nearby basket filled with towels and kitchen clothing needing to be wash, he asked, “I guess I'd better get out of your way then, huh?”

“Mmh,” Pinkie hummed to get his attention just before he left through the front door. “Wait, I need to tell you something first.”

“Like what?”

Clearing her throat and swallowing some last bits of food, she explained, “If you're going to hang with those fillies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, I need to tell you, don't fiddle with them.”

“Fiddle with what?”

Rolling her eyes, Pinkie continued. “They're still young, and to be honest, they won't understand sex.”

“Ohhh...”

“I know you miss Sweetie Belle with her being at Canterlot, but I also know you and Apple Bloom have been getting along pretty well, too. Just don't try any funny business, like showing her your-”

“I get it, I won't.” Spike sounded assuring, so Pinkie thanked him with a hug and let him go.

The room was silent, and Pinkie feeling agitated cleared her throat one last time before screaming, “TWILIGHT AND RARITY, OPEN A TEAR NOW!!!”

Out of nowhere, in the middle of the room, a grey and dismal force shredded through space, revealing Rarity on top of Twilight, strings gripped by her teeth and all four hooves pushing just above the Alicorn’s back avoiding the wings while her head yanked the regalia tightly forcing Twilight to grunt in pain. Upon seeing Pinkie, Rarity's strings snapped and sent her flying into a set of plastic models, her hind hooves peeping up in the screen and the rest of her body hidden. Twilight looked back at Rarity and asked, “Oh gosh, are you okay?!

”Just... see what Pinkie wants, I'll be around soon darling...” Rarity's voice hinted stress and anger while she did the best she could to keep herself calm.

“Uh, Pinkie, this is a bad time...”

“What is that thing?” Pinkie asked.

With a girlish smirk, Twilight explained, “It's a corset, used to... Look, it doesn't matter. What do you need?”

Pinkie became serious and just stared at Twilight with a look of annoyance while Rarity adjusted herself in the background, rubbing her head as she did. “Why is Spike still a virgin?”

Twilight's eyes grew wide. “What?”

Rarity glanced over and asked, “Huh?”

“You heard me, both of you! Why in the wide, wide world of Equestria is Spike still a virgin?!”

Twilight looked at Rarity, who was now blushing. “Darling, you think I was going to teach him? Besides, he's ticked me off so much, who'd 'want to deal with such a thing?”

Twilight blinked. “Wait, you haven't done it yet?”

“Done what?”

Twilight's anger rose. “I thought you were going to... You mean to tell me he hasn't experienced it yet?!”

Pinkie asked, “Wait, Twilight, you live with him! I thought you were going to take care of that.”

Rarity agreed with, “Yeah! He's your pet!”

“He's not my pet! He's my brother... I'm not going to have sex with him. It'd be like incest!”

Pinkie claimed, “But you two aren't even related!”

“That doesn't matter. I consider him my kin because of the way we behave around each other. He's not my blood sibling, but he's as close to family as it gets.”

Rarity looked to Pinkie and asked, “How exactly did you find out he was still... innocent?”

“I investigated... Did you know he didn't even know about the word penis?”

Twilight muttered, partly to herself, “I could've sworn I gave him a book explaining everything in a very detailed manner...”

“A book?” Pinkie asked sarcastically. “Twilight, he's not gonna read up on the subject! He needs somepony to explain all this to him.”

“Well, me and Rarity are in Canterlot right now, and I'm sure not gonna teach him sex ed! That's Rarity's job.”

“What?! I don't think so!” Rarity shot back. “I'm not even touching that little twerp! He's annoyed and angered me for the last time! You know what it was like while you were gone? He was constantly bothering me. Rarity, can I do this? Oh, here, let me help. I'll get that for you! It drove me to the brink of insanity. He was a major turn off!”

Pinkie asked, “You do know if you just told him he was being a pest, he probably would've backed off, right?”

“I wasn't about to hurt his feelings.”

Shutting Rarity up, Pinkie corrected her with, “But you did that anyway! On the day you left, I had to clean up the mess you left behind, Rarity! That dragon was literally distraught by you not caring... Look, I don't mind you being snobbish, but you took it too far. If you really don't care about him, then tell me this doesn't hurt... I gave him a blow job!”

Rarity's ears perked at the statement. “You did what?”

“Oh yeah, and let me tell you what, he enjoyed it too! I'm planning on fucking him as well!”

Becoming nervous, Rarity said, “N-Now deary, there's no need to start making things up, or curse for that matter.”

Pinkie assured Rarity she wasn't lying. “He has two dicks, by the way.”

Twilight looked down. “Two...? That can't be... That would mean...”

She trotted out of the picture, leaving Rarity and Pinkie there to bicker. Pinkie continued, “Oh yeah, and his cum tastes like strawberries!”

“J-Just shut up!” Rarity was beginning to look glossy eyed. “Just shut your trap you pink witch!”

“No, because he loved you, and you knew it! Just because he was being a little obsessive doesn't give you the right to make him care and then walk out! You don't do that to somepony as if their feelings aren't even existent! If you had a heart... If you really care for him, prove it by getting your plot back here and snatch him up before I steal his adorable little butt right from under your muzzle!”

Twilight spoke while still hidden by the folds, all except for her flank. “If you do that, Rarity, you're fired.”

“What?!” Rarity swung her head around and stared at Twilight's flank. “You can't do that! Spike needs me!”

Pinkie asked, “Which is more important? This silly, stupid job of yours, or your relationship with Spike? Decide, and make it quick. In only a few weeks, Spike will be mine! Time's ticking, Rarity.”

The portal shut with a loud, phenomenal clash. Sparks struck the tile floor, and Pinkie felt a tear cascade to the ground. She didn't want to hurt her friend, but she knew what needed to be done. Whether Rarity came back or not wasn't her concern. It was Rarity's choice to willingly return and save Spike from being swept up by Pinkie's lovely and entangling spell of natural attractiveness. It wasn't as if she planned things to go so south, but with the way things were unraveling, there was no stopping it.

She looked around, the kitchen still a mess with dishes and laundry to do, so putting it out of her mind, Pinkie took charge of the day's work with vigor. Her blood was pumping enough to keep her at the daily chores for hours. If Spike hadn't randomly came in sweating and scared out of his wits, she might've cleaned the entire inside and outside of the whole establishment.