-Mane 7 BathTime Hot Spring story by Colonist!- *Day 2 of the Yakyakistan Field Trip (well, technically Night 2 of the trip), and Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow, and Twilight were able to get their section of the ladies’ spa to themselves for this block of the evening. The four were roomed together, and it made the most sense to go together - especially after the first night in the spa where you walked in on them unannounced!* Applejack: Boy howdy! It sure is nice when we can just soak and take in the steam without any drama! Sci-Twi: I concur. Pinkie’s antics can be fun once in a while, but I would have loved to enjoy the spa from the very start of the trip. Rainbow: Sorry, we you two saying something? I’ve been spacing out and chillaxing out here for goodness knows how long… Fluttershy: Our poor friend. We get him out of his trunks and into a towel, and all he did was awkwardly sit there was with a really red face while Pinkie teased him about the situation that he landed himself in. Rainbow: Our “poor” friend? Really? That towel around his waist would’ve turned into a pitched tent if his hands on his lap weren’t keeping it down! The man was thrilled to be here! Sci-Twi: I’m rather flattered at the somewhat primal compliment paid toward us - more so his ability to maintain a remarkable amount of restraint given the teasing and prodding. Applejack: Ah hope we didn’t scare him away for good. Call me crazy, but ah’d see no problem having a nice soak with him and shooting the breeze. Fluttershy: Just like a regular guy. Rainbow: Yeah, a regular guy! ???: You really mean it? *The girls immediately turn to look at the source of the familiar voice - looks to be you.* Applejack: Whoa there, partner! Ah know the sight’s nothing new, but we’d appreciate a knock at the very least. Rainbow: Yeah, you’re lucky that it’s us! If you had walked in on another group of gals, who knows how banged up you would’ve gotten? Fluttershy: Or just plain banged… Sci-Twi: That’s uncharacteristically crude from you, Fluttershy. Agreed with the point, though. Applejack: Shucks, come on in and join us! There’s plenty of room for another body. *The girls watch as their friend wordlessly takes his seat in the water right across from them. It looks like he’s still a little nervous. Hard to blame him though given the previous night.* Rainbow: Heh heh, you okay there, buddy? If you keep looking down like that, your shoulders are going to tense up and ache. Relax! (You): In a moment… *The figure launches himself from across the pool right at the girls. They don’t even know what hit them, and they aren’t able to mount much of a defense before their towels are torn off their bodies and thrown down the nearby laundry chute. The doppelgänger smugly grins.* Doppy: The Yak people really pride themselves on their national drink, fermented mare’s milk, but I don’t think they give enough credit to their coffee. You saw that in action - what do you think, ladies? Man, I’m sure learning a lot on this field trip! Fluttershy: You’re mean! Doppy: You ladies should also learn to look behind you every now and then. I would’ve been able to get better shots as well! Applejack: What in tarnation!? You voyeuristic - Doppy: And what better way to let you lucky girls in on my plan than with a little incentive? Rainbow: You mean blackmail. Sci-Twi: I never like this part… *Fifteen minutes later, Pinkie, Rarity, and Sunset have joined the girls in the spa.* Sunset: You managed to score time in a spa with no one else around? Nice! Rarity: This time around without Pinkie’s antics, I hope. Pinkie: Hey, I did nothing that time! I was actually telling the truth about where the rooms were! ???: Whoa man! *Once again, the girls’ heads turn toward the door. To some of their abject horror, the guys from the same trip were all standing there! To be fair, they look just as shocked.* Flash: Okay I swear the sign arrow said “Men’s!” You gotta believe us! Micro: Hasty retreat, gentlemen! *The bespectacled nerd runs straight to the door behind him: and right into it! He falls backward.* Micro: Locked!? We’re cut off! Snips: Fight? Snail: Flight? Sandalwood: Let’s chill for a moment, dudes. Let me have a look. *Sandalwood places his hand on the door and leans into it. Nothing doing. Just then, the girls behind him shriek.* Sunset: What’s happening to my towel!? It’s coming off in squares! Pinkie: Ooh, I recognize this one. Dissolving threads! I’ve used it before! Girls: Pinkie! Pinkie: This one’s not my work though. I didn’t pack any for this trip! *The girls awkwardly sink into the water as the guys look on.* Rainbow: Okay this is getting ridiculous! *The rainbow-haired girl jumps out of the water and makes a dash toward the door, not bothering to cover up. The guys stand aside, but entreat themselves to a great view of her body at the same time. Rainbow also tries to push the door, but it won’t budge. She gives up after a couple more half-hearted shoves. Her eye catches the corner of a note under the door, and she takes it into her hands. The guys lean over her shoulder to try and read it as well.* Rainbow (reading): “Gentlemen, it looks like you all got exactly what you were fantasizing about. Ladies, why don’t you get to know the other half of your class cohorts? It’s a class trip after all! The cleaner should be finished in a couple hours or so, and I’m sure he’ll unlock the door by then. Have a nice soak!” *Rarity sounds like she’s hyperventilating in the background, and she attempts to make an escape through the laundry chute. It doesn’t work, and her lower half is left out in the open for everyone to look at.* Rarity: Aieee! Don’t look! *Snips and Snails run over and attempt to help her out. Snips catches a kick in the noggin before Snails is able to grab a hold of Rarity’s right leg. Snips recovers enough to grab the other leg, and they’re able to hoist the fashionista out of the laundry chute. After a few moments of orienting herself back on her feet, Rarity awkwardly covers herself and sighs.* Guys and Girls: Doppelgänger. *Four of the girls had somewhat guilty looks on their faces, but no one else noticed. There’s more awkward silence.* Flash: So…two hours, huh? What do we do until then? Micro: I-I’m good with soaking and shooting the breeze. If you ladies…are too? Sandalwood: What gives everyone!? It’s just a few asses and titties! Natural’s nothing to be ashamed of! Let’s show some solidarity! *The eco guy tosses his tower aside. Flash looks at him and shrugs after some consideration. The girls huddle and whisper amongst themselves before quickly come to a decision.* Sunset: I’m okay with the boys joining us. Sci-Twi: It’s the most reasonable course of action given our situation. Fluttershy: Just be gentle? Girls: Fluttershy! Fluttershy: I…I thought that was the implication here… Micro: Yes, ma’am! Snips and Snails: Cannonball! *It doesn’t take long for the casual socializing to degenerate into a greater form of casual engagements and swapping. The air is punctuated with various moans and skin slaps for the next couple hours, but fortunately general manager Rutherford did a great job of ensuring soundproofing in all the rooms in the hotel. When it was all said and done, the guys stood up one after the other and exited the spa through the now open door. The girls lie back in the afterglow together for a little longer.* Rainbow: Damn, what a workout! I gotta take a serious shower after that one! Huh? *There’s another note left under the door. Rainbow picks it up and reads it.* Rainbow (reading): “Did you enjoy my lesson on perseverance, ladies? An easier way to learn it would have been to try and push the door again after you finished reading my last note. I was just leaning on the door. There’s no lock on it! Funny, huh? Still, it’s admirable that you’d all go to the length of having a turn with every guy in the room. I suppose that’s perseverance too. Hope you don’t mind an audio recording of this one. I’m tempted to let the dummy know exactly what he missed out on. Enjoy the rest of the trip, ladies!”…grrr…Dooooppy! Rarity: I have the utmost bad feeling that we just did all that for absolutely nothing… *Miles away at Sour Sweet’s house, the Shadowbolt Five were gathered for a night in when Sunny’s phone vibrates at an incoming text message. Doppy. She looks at it and reads.* Sunny (reading): “Sup, ladies. Just thought I’d let you know that you’re falling behind in the school spirit department. Listen to what the opposition has been up to with the guys in their class!” *The other Shadowbolts look over her shoulder in time to see another text pop up. This time, it’s an audio file. Sunny hits play.* Micro (audio): Lovely chest melons, AJ! I had no idea they can be used like this! Would I be accurate in describing breasts as the other pussy? Flash (audio): Nah bro, the mouth is the other pussy! And what other pussy are you talking about? You never had one before! Pinkie: (audio): Ooh, let me fix that! Flash (audio): Speaking of mouths, yours is great, Sci! Almost as good as your other self’s! Audio: *slap* Flash (audio): Ow! Sci-Twi (audio): She’s a horse! Flash (audio): Right! Sorry, sorry. Fluttershy (audio): Oh! Please thrust a little faster. I-I feel like you’re teasing me now. Sandalwood (audio): Enough of the foreplay, huh? Time to ride you like an animal then! Rarity (audio): Yes, yes! Destroy my ass! Snips (audio): Hear me plow, for I am Snips - destroyer of asses! Sunset (audio): *cough*…ahem… Snails (audio): I dunno…something feels unprofessional about screwing my old boss. Sunset (audio): You weren’t getting paid before, and certainly not now. What’s your point? Snails (audio): Eh, point taken. I’ll take a nominal sum of some she-demon pussy. Audio: *slap* Snails (audio): Ow! Snails reporting for duty, ma’am! *The Shadowbolts listen with mouths agape as the audio recording ends.* Indigo: Dude… Lemon: What a bu nch of sluts! Though I can’t say that I’m not jealous. Sugarcoat: That’s a very technical definition of school spirit, but I guess it counts. Sour: How are we going to outdo something like this!? Sunny: We’ve got the whole night to plan and sleep on the matter. Lucky for us ladies, I happen to know someone who resembles the Doppy that we know. *She pulls up your number on her phone.* Lemon: Doppy has a doppelgänger? No way! Sugarcoat: The name should have given it away. Indigo: Wouldn’t that make the original kind of a wuss? Sour: Whatever his name is, how can Mr. Original help us? How did you get his number? Sunny: Let’s say that he once helped me out of a tight spot courtesy of Doppy. Original seems to know exactly what Doppy does, and he’s certainly much nicer. I think that we can count on him to help us without any fears of having a wrench thrown in our plans. Sour: That makes sense. Well come on then, send him a text! Let’s invite Mr. Original with to join us at the next sleepover. Sunny: On it. And…sent. Girls, I have a feeling that we’re really going to make a comeback that hasn’t been seen at any of the Friendship Games. Let’s go! *Sunny places her hand out between the rest of the girls. They all extend their respective hands out together in the center before raising them in solidarity.* Girls: Shadowbolts!