AppleDash Group Collab

by DbzOrDie


Twisted - UnlicensedBrony

“Get your ass out of my face!”

“I ain't exactly got much room to manoeuvre, RD.”

“Well, could you at least move your elbow? It's lodged in my stomach.”

“If ya don't like it, then quit. Get off my back.”

“Never! Pinkie, spin the thing!”

“Yessir!”

Rainbow strained her neck trying to look over at Pinkie. Or anywhere but at Applejack's butt. While the two of them were struggling to hold their awkward position on the mat, Pinkie was manning the spinner, and Rarity was staring at them in amazement, having forgotten the nail brush she still held in her hand.

“Left foot, green!” Pinkie declared.

“Easy,” said Rainbow, effortlessly shifting her foot from a blue spot to the adjacent green one.

“Applejack... right hand, blue!”

After a moment of struggling, Applejack moved her elbow from Rainbow's stomach. “Done.”

“Yay! Rainbow Dash... right knee, green!”

Rainbow cringed. She took her time to think about it, but there was just no way. In the end, she managed to get her knee half way there, wobbled, and collapsed. As she fell, she knocked her partner off balance, and Applejack fell on top of her.

Rainbow groaned, Pinkie cheered, “Applejack wins!” and Rarity went back to painting her nails, pretending that she hadn't been watching intently for the past however long it'd been.

Applejack rolled off to one side, giving Rainbow room to breathe. “Think that's game, Sugarcube. And no, I ain't goin' best of five. I'm beat.”

Rainbow sat up, rubbing her stiff neck. “Yeah, alright, you win. This time.”

Pinkie clapped excitedly. “Yay, Applejack! How long was it that time, Rarity?”

Rarity didn't look up from painting her nails. “Oh, about twenty minutes after you and I were out.”

“No way!” said Pinkie. “How are you guys so good at this?”

Rainbow shrugged. “We've had practise,” she said, without thinking.

Pinkie cocked her head to one side. Now Rarity looked up, attention perked. “Have you, now? I thought you said you hadn't played Twister in ages.”

Rainbow's eyes glazed over. “We... haven't.”

“But you just said you've had practise, darling.”

Rainbow exchanged a glance with Applejack, who was throwing a panicked look her way. Her face heated up. “Uh, yeah, I meant we haven't played it with you guys. We've practised privately--”

Separately,” said Applejack hastily. “We both practise privately, on our own. Not together.”

Rarity blinked and deadpanned, “So, you each practise playing Twister, alone, with no other players.”

“That's right,” said Rainbow. “I mean, obviously! Duh. If it was the two of us together then that'd be weird. Yeah we don't do that right AJ?”

“'Course not.”

Rarity and Pinkie stared blankly for a very long moment. A bead of sweat rolled down Rainbow's forehead.

Then Pinkie broke into a grin. “That's brilliant! I am so finding time for a regular private Twister practise session. You guys better be ready next time, 'cause I will be!”

“Heh, great,” said Rainbow, pretending to scratch her head and hiding her face. A long silence followed.

“So, uh, I think that's enough Twister for tonight,” said Applejack. She got to her feet and stretched. “I'm gonna go make a sandwich. Anyone want one?”

“Oh, make me one!” said Pinkie.

Sensing an opportunity to get out of the room, Rainbow got to her feet. “I'll help.”

“Suits me,” said Applejack. As they both crossed out of earshot and into the kitchen, Applejack let out a breath and bumped Rainbow on the arm. “Dodged a bullet there.”

“You said it.”


Back in the living room, Rarity sighed. “Do you think those two are ever going to come out to us?”

“I give 'em two more weeks before they crack,” said Pinkie sagely.