Chapter One

There’s No Party Like a Sparkle Party
-by Drace Domino

By the time the first cars rolled up to the driveway, Twilight Sparkle was practically bouncing with excitement. This was her first party ever, and so much was riding on it! So many plans, so many hopes, so many dreams - and now, finally it was all within her grasp! As she peered out from between the blinds Twilight made a sudden giggling noise, only to spin around on a heel and look out across the rest of the house.

“Shining Armor! Shining Armor, the first guests are here!” She hopped to her feet and started to scurry through the living room, moving to make sure everything was just right. Some pop music playing on the radio? Check. Plenty of snack bowls filled with treats? Check. A couple of cases of beer and a few bottles of booze? Check! Just to make sure, Twilight opened the fridge and peered from top to bottom, silently counting the cans that were lining the door and sitting on the bottom shelf. “Uh...should we put more beer in the fridge? I think there’s only forty-eight in here!”

“You really expecting to do that much drinking, Twily?” Shining Armor’s voice escaped from just around the corner, and the young man swaggered into the doorway with a small smile spread across his features. His arms were folded across his chest and he was dressed for a party only in the most responsible of ways - a full-length button-up shirt that practically screamed chaperone. While Twilight bounced up and down in excitement, wearing a pair of shorts and a CHS T-shirt, Shining Armor’s attitude was a lot more patient and controlled, and he rolled his eyes at his sister’s enthusiasm. “I’m going to end up cleaning up after you get sick all night, aren’t I?”

“Maybe! Who knows! Depends on how things go!” Twilight practically squeaked, her smile enormous and her eyes shining from behind the lenses of her glasses. It was downright adorable, to be fair - the eager face of a young woman holding her first ever high school party, with their parents gone for the whole weekend and her big brother keeping an eye on things. It was the perfect blend of dangerous teenage fun with a safety net, exactly the sort of thing that made Twilight Sparkle feel comfortable while also...cool. When she heard voices from the lawn as the first guests approached, she trembled with nervousness, but put those feelings aside to suddenly lunge forward at Shining Armor to give her big brother an appropriately big hug. “Thank you so much for agreeing to this, BBBFF! I can’t tell you how much it means to me!”

“Hey, can’t have my little sister graduate without having at least one party, can I?” he asked, and returned the embrace with fond, brotherly affection. While his arms tightened around the girl and squeezed, Shining couldn’t help but chuckle to himself - murmuring as the two stayed close. “I never got to do this because Mom and Dad watched me like a hawk, but...hey. You have fun tonight, Twily. Just...y’know. Within reason.”

“That’s why you’re here!” Twilight beamed, though she immediately broke the snuggle when the doorbell rang. Hopping back, she took a long, deep breath and straightened out her outfit - just before dipping a hand into her pocket, pulling out a small bottle of perfume, and giving herself one more quick dusting. She still looked like the same nerdy, awkward Twilight Sparkle, but it was clear even to her big brother that she was trying to entice someone. Once she put the bottle back in her pocket, Twilight spun on a heel and darted through the house, calling out towards the door. “Just a second! I’m on my way!”

Shining Armor remained in the kitchen for a lingering moment afterwards, taking one last stock of the supplies. In just a few short minutes, the house would be filled with students from CHS, drinking, dancing, hanging out, and probably more. There was a lot of responsibility on the young man’s shoulders, and playing the stone cold sober chaperone to a bunch of obnoxious high school students was hardly his idea of a good time, but...Shining Armor couldn’t help but smile as he heard Twilight Sparkle open the door and greet her first guests.

She deserved this. She was a great sister, a sweet girl, and endlessly kind. If wasting a Friday night was the price Shining Armor had to pay to stop his little sister from being the reclusive, solitary creature she once was back when she attended Crystal Prep, so be it. He was glad to be there for her.

He just hoped these teens didn’t get too wild during their first big party.

***

It was a little more than an hour in, and the party was in full swing. So far, things had been mostly sedate - probably thanks in part to the fact that the night was still young, at barely even nine. The house was filled with teens, music, and the sound of laughter, and while every now and again Shining Armor passed through the living room with a scrutinizing eye, everyone was behaving themselves so far. Twilight Sparkle was, quite predictably, beside herself in a blend from nervousness and raw, unfettered excitement.

“So, whatcha think?” She babbled, leading none other than Sunset Shimmer through the house. They moved through crowds of students mixed from those they knew and those they had barely met - a combination of people that were invited, a couple of guests, and even a few that showed up just because they heard a party was to be had. Sunset Shimmer had only just arrived and Twilight Sparkle was on her in an instant, leading her friend through the noisy room with a bright, eager smile. “We’ve got dancing and I think a couple of games, and Pinkie Pie brought a massive sheet cake, and--”

“Twilight, I’m impressed, I’m impressed!” Sunset Shimmer laughed, and nudged her friend gently in the side with an elbow. While Twilight blushed tremendously underneath the other girl’s gaze, Sunset slowly lifted a red plastic party cup and took a tiny sip of her drink - cola with just a faint hint of alcohol sitting at the bottom. “You did a great job putting together this party! This is the first one I’ve been to that isn’t the Grand Galloping Gala or some stuffy school party, you know.”

“Me too!” Twilight chirped up, beaming, before suddenly receding and contradicting herself. “Oh, uh, I mean my first party that isn’t a school one. Obviously I’ve never been to the Grand Galloping Gala - wait, is that a pony dance? Do ponies dance? Do you wear pretty dresses? Do you actually gallop?” She brought her own drink to her lips for a quick sip, a beer bottle that had barely been touched since the flavor wasn’t exactly...thrilling to her. Twilight made a swift face of scrunched displeasure as she choked the sip down, a split-second before babbling again. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I can tell I’m rambling. I just think all of your pony stories are super fascinating! I could listen to you talk about pony stuff all night long, uh, not that you only have to talk about pony stuff! But you could if you wanted to. Did you want to?”

Sunset Shimmer, who simply stared at Twilight throughout her entire rant, gave a sudden laugh. It was playful rather than derisive, and by the end of her chuckle Sunset Shimmer pressed a gentle hand to Twilight’s shoulder, squeezing it while the two continued through the crowd.

“Geez, Twilight, sounds like you started drinking without me!”

Twilight Sparkle - blushing tremendously while the two continued - wisely chose not to mention that she had only taken three sips. ...one of which she had spit out in the sink.

It was going to be a long night for the poor thing.

***

While Twilight and Sunset chatted and explored the party, everyone present leaned into the fun. At a certain point, Vinyl Scratch took over the stereo with some equipment of her own, and underneath her guidance the students of CHS really started to get into things. Rainbow Dash was essentially flailing on the dance floor like the manic party animal she was, Pinkie Pie - who had brought along her big sister Maud - was essentially bouncing off the walls and shoving cupcakes into people’s mouth, and Rarity had collected a small cabal of young men that were constantly bringing her drinks and hoping for a chance to dance with her. The party was even open to people that didn’t really seem particularly nice on the surface such as Trixie, who had been absolutely demolishing the peanut butter crackers.

All in all, the party was a success - at least so far, and by the standards of tame teenage parties. Most of the students were carrying with them a light buzz thanks to the beers or the cocktails or even just the hormone-fueled energy that overtook them, especially when Vinyl Scratch would put on a particularly slow song for them to groove to. The lights were kept low and everything was nice and relaxed for quite some time, to the point that one particular young woman decided to make things interesting. Pinkie Pie, who was dragging her big sister behind her by the wrist like a kite, made her way through the crowd picking other students at seemingly random with a very clear, very simple, and very loaded question.

“Hi! Wanna come play Truth or Dare?!”

“Now you look like someone that wants to play Truth or Dare!”

“Knock knock, who’s there, it’s you! Coming with us to play Truth or Dare!”

“Stop hiding in the frigging corner, Fluttershy, and come play Truth or Dare with us!”

One by one, Pinkie Pie assembled her game crew, and by the very end led five other students along with her, up the stairs from the living room and towards Twilight Sparkle’s bedroom. Granted, she didn’t ask if they could use Twilight’s bedroom, but what could the harm be?! As the music became muted and and the sounds of happy students drew muffled, the half-dozen Truth or Dare players made their way into the hostess’ bedroom, some of them carrying drinks but all of them carrying an excited swarm of butterflies in their bellies, even if some were worse at hiding it than others.

“You go there, and you go there, and you, there!” Pinkie Pie’s voice filled Twilight’s bedroom - an astonishingly neat and tidy room that now sported a few pillows spread into a circle on the floor. Pinkie Pie maneuvered her crew until they all sat facing one another, only to then drop the lights to a particular level of atmospheric coziness. By the time she flopped down onto her rump with a squeak, Pinkie Pie was giggling and rubbing her hands together, absolutely deep in a mind of mischief by that point. “Okay, here we are! Anyone need snacks?! I’ve got snacks!”

Her hand darted up into her hair only to suddenly and swiftly emerge, holding a small, perfectly-designed tray of cupcakes. As she thrust them forward into the center of the circle, each of the Truth or Dare players exchanged glances, and for the first time truly took stock of everyone that was there.

Flash Sentry, wearing his usual jersey and jeans. Big Macintosh, dressed like the well-behaved farm boy he was in a flannel shirt and rustic corduroys. Maud Pie, who gazed expressionless and deadpan at the crew from the confines of her bland blue dress. Trixie, wearing a cute belly tee and shorts, the former of which was accessorized with cracker dust. And finally, draped in her traditionally long and shy dress and looking as if she wanted to hide under the bed, Fluttershy. She was already raising a hand, looking at Pinkie Pie like she was a teacher back at CHS.

“Uhm...uh...Pinkie Pie?” she inquired, gently, timidly. “Do...do you think maybe I could not play Truth or Dare? Please?”

“Ha! What’s wrong, Fluttershy?” Trixie spoke up, holding her red party cup with one hand and pointing at Fluttershy’s nose with the other. “Are you afraid?!”

“...yes. Obviously I am.”

“Hey, lay off her, Trixie.” Flash Sentry made his presence known, squaring his gaze upon Trixie and scoffing. He hadn’t enjoyed as much to drink as some of his friends, but still enough to make him puff out his chest in defense of the young woman. “Maybe when your turn comes, we can dare you to be nice for a change!”

“People, people, people!” Pinkie Pie clapped her hands together, drawing the attention of a crew that almost immediately leaned towards dissolving. If cupcakes couldn’t keep this game together before it even started, she wasn’t sure what could! “Save it for the game! Which starts...right now! Fluttershy, pick someone and ask them Truth or Dare!”

“Oh...uh...well, uhm…” Fluttershy was fidgeting more than ever now, her eyes darting across the group she was seated with. Seated between Flash and Trixie and directly across from Maud, the timid young woman certainly didn’t want to see the people flanking her to start an argument! With that peacemaker mindset rushing to the forefront, Fluttershy finally turned towards Flash and gave him a small, pleasant smile. “Uh…h-hello Flash. Uhm...Truth or Dare?”

Flash - as the very first person to answer the question of their game, and following teen party etiquette to the letter - only had one possible answer.

“Truth.” He smiled, and took a sip from his beer. “You never start with dare! Uh, I think. Does that sound right to you, Big Mac?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, okay, truth. Uhm...uhm…” Fluttershy was actively squirming at that point, tucking her legs underneath her and blushing up a wild storm. The poor thing had to think of a probing, piercing, exposing question for Flash Sentry - something to really start the game off with a bang, something to appease Pinkie Pie’s ravenous desire for entertaining. As Fluttershy did her best to hide underneath her bangs and toyed with the edges of her lacy white shirt, she finally discovered the perfect question. Something truly penetrating and raw - something that would prove that she was just as much of a party girl as any of them. “Oh, I know! Flash, uh...how...how are you tonight?”

Everyone but Flash and Maud facepalmed. Flash, because he was too polite and sweet to make Fluttershy feel bad, and Maud because it wasn’t even really clear she was even paying attention.

“I’m fine, Fluttershy, thank you for asking,” Flash finally responded with a kind look and took a drink of his beer. He held the flavor against his tongue for a long, lingering moment before swallowing it down, and gazing across the room once more. “So...my turn to pick someone?” When he received a bouncy nod from Pinkie Pie, clearly hoping to salvage the game, Flash gestured to the stone-faced girl sitting beside her. “Maud. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” Maud responded without a second’s worth of hesitation, unblinking as she stared right back at Flash. “I am as fearless as a rhyolitic stone.”

“Obviously.” Flash chuckled, drummed his hands on his knees, and pondered the girl’s response briefly. If she really was fearless, they’d all find out by the end of the night anyway, and so Flash pushed the issue with something easy. Something achievable. Something that would most likely be sweet - even though he suspected that Maud didn’t have the taste for such things. “I dare you to reach into Pinkie Pie’s hair and eat the first baked good you find!”

“Ohh, that’s a great dare!” Pinkie Pie giggled, interrupting them as she bounced back and forth. “There’s a lot of fun stuff in there! Here, Maud! Munch away!”

With that, Pinkie Pie bobbed her head forward, offering the massive poof of pink hair to her big sister. Maud’s motions were as mechanical and methodical as ever, with one hand slipping briefly into Pinkie Pie’s hair and just as smoothly escaping. The entire time she made the motion her gaze was unblinking and staring at Flash Sentry, calling the young man’s dare and rising immediately to the challenge. When her hand came into view it was revealed that she was holding a single cupcake in a dull gray wrapper. Completely bare of icing, without so much of a single sprinkle sitting on its grainy surface. While still maintaining eye contact with Flash, Maud lifted the cupcake up to her mouth and took a bite, chewed exactly five times, and swallowed before speaking.

“It’s a little too sweet, but I’ll manage.”

The other members of the party all stared in odd disbelief, with Pinkie Pie flopping onto her backside and her hands dropping against her knees. She was humming and smiling to herself as Maud took another bite, and then a third, eating with the most patient and unbothered pace possible. It wasn’t until Trixie spoke up that Maud paused, and her head gently turned to regard the bratty blue would-be magician.

“How the heck did you find something unfrosted in Pinkie’s hair?” she asked, nose scrunched up in true disbelief. “I always assumed everything that touched her was immediately blasted with sugar.”

“Aww, thanks, Trixie! I like you, too!”

“Pinkie Pie knows I don’t have the same taste for sweets that she does,” Maud’s voice rumbled in response to Trixie even as Pinkie giggled behind her, still beaming at their sisterly camaraderie. Maud took one last bite of the cupcake, neatly folded the wrapper while she chewed, and tucked it into her pocket just as she swallowed before continuing. “So she always keeps something unfrosted for me. She’s an extremely considerate person and a very good sister.”

When Pinkie Pie suddenly lunged forward and snaked her arms around Maud from behind, the gray-skinned, reserved girl simply lifted a hand and patted at one of Pinkie’s arms, even allowing the faintest hint of a smile to form on her lips. While Pinkie hugged her, Maud’s head turned to regard the group properly again, and her turn at the wheel of Truth or Dare was efficient, blunt, and quick - thanks not only to herself, but to the person she chose.

“Big Mac. Truth or Dare.”

“Truth.”

“Do you ever feel like your more enthusiastic siblings do the heavy lifting in making you engage with other people in social settings?”

“Yup.”

“Me too. Okay, your turn.”

“Pinkie, Truth or Dare?”

The entire exchange happened so quickly that Pinkie Pie didn’t even process that it had come and gone for a few seconds. Neither did the rest of the group, who were all looking around in a state of mild confusion before they finally put together that the terse, swift exchange was as good as they were going to get out of Maud and Big Mac for now. Trixie even pointed out as much, huffing and crossing her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes with an overblown, exasperated sigh.

“Oh please, this is really the best group you could manage for a game of Truth or Dare?” She wasn’t at all shy about making a grump of herself, gesturing around the crowd with an increasing irritation. “Pinkie Pie, the best you could do is Big Mac, Maud, and Fluttershy? We might as well be playing with a bunch of rocks!”

“I have,” Maud blurted out, perceiving no slight from Trixie’s words. “Those games can get really out of hand.”

While Maud didn’t seem to be offended by Trixie’s lambasting of the crowd, she certainly seemed like the only one. Big Mac offered a slight scowl and Pinkie narrowed her eyes, glaring at Trixie on behalf of her sister. Even Fluttershy, though she was leaning more on Flash Sentry’s side of her current seating arrangement than Trixie’s and trying to avoid eye contact, was left pouting at the accusation. It was true, of all the students at CHS, Pinkie Pie had assembled a crew that was at least half of the worst people possible for this sort of thing. The reserved Big Mac, the expressionless Maud, and the absolutely terrified Fluttershy were easily the least likely people to be fun and engaging in a game of teenage Truth or Dare. Still, there’d be no proving Trixie wrong unless they moved forward, and Pinkie Pie looked to Big Mac in the hopes of getting them there sooner rather than later.

“Big Mac? Truth!”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“Ohhhhh!” It didn’t take much to impress Trixie, who already responded like she was in class while someone got called to Principal Celestia’s office. She almost immediately pivoted to look at Pinkie Pie, one hand on her red party cup as the other stretched out, tracing a blue finger around the rim. “Now we’re talking! Yeah, Pinkie, tell us! Who did you give a big taste of sugar to? Is it someone at the party? Oh! Is it someone in this room?!”

“Oh, of course I’ve been kissed by someone here!” Pinkie Pie laughed, waving a hand dismissively towards Trixie’s teasing accusation. As soon as she said it, the blue-skinned brat blinked as if she didn’t expect to stumble across the truth so easily. When she looked at Flash and Big Mac, both young men simply lifted their shoulders and shrugged, up until the point that everyone’s eyes fell back on Pinkie while she spoke in giggling delight. “Maud and I practice kissing sometimes! Isn’t that right, Maud?! Mmmmmwah!”

Completely unprompted, Pinkie Pie leaned inward and pressed her lips against Maud’s cheek with such intensity that it scrunched the girl’s expressionless face from the side. Maud didn’t blink or even seem to register the kiss until it had finally popped off of her face with a loud smooch, at which point she simply lifted her mineral water to her lips, took a small sip, and then spoke in a total deadpan.

“Thank you, Pinkie,” she began, monotone as ever. “But in the future I’d appreciate it if you kept stuff like that between us.”

“Sorry, can’t!” Pinkie Pie giggled. “That’s the rules of Truth or Dare! Speaking of...hey Trixie! Truth or Dare, you big sour grump?!”

Trixie, Flash Sentry, Big Mac, and Fluttershy weren’t really given proper time to ponder Pinkie and Maud’s reaction - nor were they given any opportunity to probe deeper than the kiss Pinkie gave to her sister’s cheek. Maybe she had just misunderstood the question and read it as innocent family pecks on the cheek? Maybe the two of them really had practiced kissing behind closed doors? It’d remain a mystery for now - at least until someone else got their turn to ask either of them a question. Perhaps they could’ve gotten to the bottom of it then and there, if it wasn’t for the fact that Trixie was about to become the center of attention - and that was Trixie’s favorite thing to be. She actually stood up, stepped into the circle of party-goers and proudly lifted her red party cup, lifting her nose to the crowd and addressing them as if she was a Roman emperor. It was a lot of spectacle for the benefit of five other teenagers, but...that was Trixie.

“The great and powerful Trixie is afraid of nothing!” she practically roared, and flipped her hair in a flourish, showing herself off as the dynamic performer she was. “I choose dare, Pinkie Pie, and I’ll never forgive you if you don’t make it a good one!”

“Ohh, I’ve got the best one!” Pinkie beamed, her hands clapping against her knees as she gently rocked back and forth. It was clear she was excited - from the massive smile spread over her face to the constant fidgeting, to the fact that her hair seemed just a little bit poofier than usual. Everyone else looked at her with full expectations that things were going to start getting wild, because after all, if anyone was going to make a wild dare, it was Pinkie Pie. Finally, she lifted a hand and pointed straight towards a closet in the corner. With a poster of the periodic table of elements and a few pictures of constellations, it was obviously the closet of their hostess - none other than Twilight Sparkle.

“I dare you to go inside Twilight’s closet, find her old Crystal Prep uniform, and dress up like her! And you have to stay dressed up like that all night!”

Trixie blinked, her cheeks immediately darkening and her back suddenly stiffening.

“You...you want the great and powerful Trixie to do what?”

***

Minutes later, five members of the game sat in relative silence, waiting for Trixie to step out of Twilight Sparkle’s closet. The would-be magician could be heard fidgeting and squirming from behind the mostly-closed door, struggling to stuff herself into the uniform of a girl that was just slightly smaller than herself. Pinkie Pie seemed to be the most excited to witness the end result, as could be expected, but Flash, Big Mac, and even Fluttershy couldn’t help but offer the tiniest of smiles as they heard Trixie struggle - if anyone deserved the slightest bit of embarrassment during the game, it was certainly her. They all sipped their drinks and shared looks until Trixie finally pushed the closet door open again, revealing herself in dynamic fashion and - to her credit - embracing the role.

“The insecure and pathetic Twilight Sparkle is here!” Trixie announced herself in less-than-glowing terms, doing everything she could to look the part. Twilight’s school uniform from Crystal Prep was a snug fit on her, mostly evident from the fact that the pleated schoolgirl skirt rode high on her thighs, to the point that it revealed a pair of panties with blue stars and moons on them. The school vest seemed like it was strained with every motion Trixie took, and she even pulled her hair back in a style similar to when Twilight Sparkle first attended the Friendship Games. She twirled swiftly on a heel, inadvertently flashing the game even more of her panties, though when she stopped and looked back at them anew, her smile was smug and enormous. “Well? What do you think? I pull it off better than she did, that’s for sure.”

“I don’t know, Trixie, you’re missing something,” Flash Sentry chimed up, and reached up a hand to tap the space between his eyes, just over the bridge of his nose. “You can’t really look like Twilight without the glasses.”

“Hmph!” The girl stuffed her arms across her chest and huffed, before her eyes darted to Twilight’s nightstand beside her bed. Swiftly she was in motion again, stomping right through the center of the Truth or Dare circle and giving everyone yet another glimpse of her panties - to the point that it was starting to feel less than accidental. “Maybe she has an extra pair over here.”

Soon she flopped down on her rump on the edge of Twilight’s bed, a hand shifting to open the top drawer and peer inside. Sure enough, the first thing she spotted was a case for an extra pair of glasses, but no sooner did Trixie pull them out and prop them up on the bridge of her forehead did she smile - her eyes lighting up as she looked at what else was in the nightstand. Soon her hands were reaching deep in the drawer and pulling out a pair of objects, giggling wildly as she waved them about.

“Hey, look! The nerdy little thing really does know how to have a good time!”

In one hand, Trixie was holding a reasonably sized bottle of clear lubricant, the intentions of which were absolutely clear. In the other, she held a vibrator with a marble yellow and red color motif. The only thing she didn’t seem to take notice of - either accidentally or by intention - was the fact that both objects were laying on top of a framed picture of Sunset and Twilight wearing their bikinis at Camp Everfree. Regardless, the others at the party all gave a collective wince at the blue-skinned brat’s behavior.

“Trixie, don’t go through Twilight’s things!” Flash was the first to speak up, scowling.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you, Trixie?!” Pinkie pointed square at the girl’s nose. “Going through someone’s closet to dress up like them is one thing! Breaking into their house to make them cookies at four in the morning is one thing! But you don’t go through someone’s nightstand like that unless you’re planning on leaving them a surprise confetti cannon for their birthday!”

“Oh, spare me!” Trixie scoffed, and waggled the vibrator back and forth, even going so far as to flip her thumb against the switch at the base. She nearly dropped it when she did - who would’ve guessed Twilight kept it at such a high setting?! “This is a party! With boys and girls together and plenty of alcohol! Why are all of you so completely boring? You should be ready to have fun just like the great and powerful Trixie! You don’t want to go to college not knowing how to let loose, do you?!”

The group all collectively kept scowling at her, and it was obvious that she wasn’t getting through to them. Trixie finally gave an exaggerated grunt, and tossed the vibrator back into Twilight’s drawer before regarding them with a flat, displeased look.

“Fine, but if this group doesn’t get more fun soon, I’m taking my drink and leaving,” she sighed. “Fluttershy, Truth or Dare. Let me guess, you’re going to pick Truth and you’re going to whine and squirm no matter how softball a question I ask you?”

All eyes turned towards Fluttershy in that moment, who had been the target of more than just a few of Trixie’s twisted taunts that night. The pink-haired girl that was almost tragically shy and timid was already blushing simply from the fact that it was her turn to answer - barely able to muster up the courage to even begin the process of choosing. Her eyes gazed across the group, from the reassuring faces of Pinkie and Flash smiling to the emotionless masks of Big Mac and Maud, to the self-satisfied, bratty, almost painfully smug look of Trixie. She might have been dressed like Twilight Sparkle, but she sure wasn’t as nice as her! For a brief moment, Fluttershy’s eyes flickered with fire - an indignant spark rising inside of her. If anyone could push her to the breaking point, it was Trixie, and she wasn’t about to let that big bully get the best of her!

“Dare,” Fluttershy said, with more conviction than anyone would’ve expected. “And make it a good one.”

“Oh, well well, looks like this party is finally getting interesting!” Trixie’s voice carried all of her most negative traits - ego, a delight in teasing, insecure bliss at seeing others squirmed - and each one of them was clearly ramped up to eleven. She licked her tongue across her lips as she studied the crew before her, each of them regarding the Twilight Sparkle cosplayer with their own particular look. She was relishing this moment, from the mild worry that was sitting in Pinkie Pie’s normally-excited eyes to the way Flash Sentry bit his bottom lip - they were all concerned for Fluttershy, as fragile and as tender as she was. And that only made it all the more fun for Trixie when she pointed straight at Flash himself, beaming while she spoke. “I dare you to give him a handjob, right here, right now!”

The dare sat in the open air of Twilight’s bedroom, with little more than the muffled music and noise from downstairs filling it. Even Maud and Big Mac lifted their eyes in a bit of surprise, since nobody could have possibly guessed that Trixie was going to come out with that. If anything, they’d all gone upstairs expecting to maybe kiss someone else at the very most, but then...they were a group of teenagers with free-flowing booze and little more than occasional Shining Armor pop-ins for supervision. It was only a matter of time before things went a little crazy.

“T...Trixie, you can’t expect Fluttershy to...to do that,” Flash Sentry spoke up of all people, his cheeks overtaken with a massive blush. A good boy at heart, he tried to put himself in front of Fluttershy regarding Trixie’s gaze, hoping to dissolve the situation before it became even more awkward. “And...uh...and I might not even want her to do that, and--”

“I’ll do it!” Fluttershy suddenly snapped, her nose scrunched up and her face offering a look of fierce determination. Maybe it was the two tiny sips of a drink she’d taken and maybe it was the teasing of Trixie, but a fire had been lit inside of her. The same girl that demanded a “good” dare was the same one that now extended her hand, holding it out to where Trixie was sitting still loosely holding Twilight’s bottle of lube. “But once I do, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you about how I’m no fun at this game!”

“Wow. I didn’t expect her to do it.”

“Yup.” As always, Maud and Big Mac were concise observers of the discussion. Pinkie Pie had gone practically silent and even pulled a large poof of her pink hair in front of her face, half-hiding behind it as if she was actively afraid of what would happen if Fluttershy let loose. Trixie didn’t have such concerns, however, and she lifted to her feet to begin swaggering forward, moving with an unearned confidence. Before long, there was a flash of sun and moon-print panties underneath Twilight’s skirt yet again, just before Trixie flopped onto the floor and smacked the bottle directly into Fluttershy’s outstretched hand.

“Oh, you’d better believe I want to get a front row seat for this.” She smirked, her look still impossibly smug. “I bet you’re going to take one look at his cock and run right out the door.”

“H...Hey!”

“Oops! I meant because she’s afraid of everything, Flash, not because it’s weird or anything.”

“Oh.”

Fluttershy didn’t seem quite so convinced that she’d flee, and that mask of bravery maintained on her face as she took the bottle and secured it at her side. Before long she was turning to face Flash Sentry, drawing up to her knees and even going so far as to crack her knuckles, just like she was about to take herself to a particularly intense task. While the other four students gathered round - Pinkie even hiding behind Maud and her own hair - Fluttershy smiled at Flash Sentry and stretched out a hand to hold his arm. Her voice was sweet and delicate, tender and soft, so much so that it was utterly unbelievable that she was going through with this.

“Flash? Is it okay if I unzip your pants and carry out Trixie’s dare?” It was genuinely an impossible question for the young man to say no to, for so many reasons. Not only would it mean turning down a handjob from the soft and doting fingers of Fluttershy, he’d forever be the student at CHS that passed up that opportunity, that fled from a dare that wasn’t even one made directly to him. After all, that Maud could be a real gossip. Though he looked nervous - even more nervous than Fluttershy - Flash gave her a nod, just as he lifted a hand and patted Fluttershy’s own against his bicep.

“Y-Yeah, Fluttershy.” He nodded, but still reached suddenly out for his red party cup, which he instantly downed and tossed across the room until it clattered empty against the door. “Go ahead. I’m...I’m ready.”

In truth, he’d been ready since he saw Trixie wearing Twilight Sparkle’s school uniform, but there wasn’t any reason to admit as much.

How long Fluttershy’s newfound bravery would last was anyone’s guess, but it had maintained far longer than anyone would’ve expected. It endured through Trixie’s taunts and her eventual dare, and looked like it was still going strong now that Flash’s zipper was undone and his jeans opened up. While the others watched with anticipation Fluttershy’s fingers tensed into a brief fist, and the young woman took a short but deep breath before finally pushing her palm forward. The time it took to undo Flash’s pants and leave him bulging in his boxers was relatively brief, but now? Now it felt like the seconds were slowing to a crawl for nearly every part - most of all Flash.

The young man never would’ve presumed to make a dare like this of his own - and while he couldn’t really say he was angry that Trixie did so, this was still very much an unexpected twist to the evening. Never minding the fact that his cock was about to be exposed to five other students, it was strange to imagine that his very first intimate interaction with someone else was going to be right here, right now, with his head a bit cloudy from booze and with Fluttershy on the other end of it. But as her fingers pressed against his bulge through the fabric of his boxers, as her other hand squeezed her thumb to the cap of the lube and snapped it open, it was abundantly clear - this was happening, and it was far too late to stop it.

Flash swallowed nervously, although not as nervously as Fluttershy, once her fingers slipped through the front flap of his boxers in search of his member. It was a relatively brief bit of exploration considering how flush he was against the fabric, and before long Flash was unleashing a tiny gasp while his meat was nestled within her stunningly soft grip. For a few split seconds the two had some semblance of privacy within his boxers - his length and her fingers hidden from the prying eyes of the others. It was in that time that Fluttershy gave Flash the most tender of squeezes, and slowly began to pull him free for everyone to see.

“Wooooooow.” Pinkie Pie was the first to speak up, peeking from behind Maud’s shoulder with her cheeks carrying a heavy blush. “Wowie zowie, Flash! That’s...that’s pretty big!”

Though Pinkie was the only one that verbalized it, it was likely they were all thinking it. Flash’s cock was soon exposed to the group, resting in Fluttershy’s delicate hand and showing itself off for the girthy unit it was. It made her palm seem tiny in comparison, and as Fluttershy stretched forward with the bottle of lube to start coating his unit, Trixie’s voice filled the air between them. Still teasing, still just a bit mocking, but with a breathless heat that suggested that things were going further than even she expected.

“Ha! You’re...you’re going to need both hands for that, Fluttershy!” She grinned, though for the first time in recent memory her panties weren’t visible, thanks in part to the fact that she was squeezing her thighs so fiercely tight together. “You should be thankful I didn’t dare you to do anything more!”

“Shut up, Trixie,” the voice of Maud spoke up, perhaps a bit surprisingly considering the girl’s general level of detachment. Or at least, detachment towards most other affairs, but certainly not this one. “I’m trying to watch.”

Flash gasped as Fluttershy continued to liberally coat his member with Twilight’s lube, leaving it glistening from the twitching tip all the way to where his shaft disappeared back into his boxers. After setting the bottle aside both of the girl’s hands drifted forward to gently begin rubbing it in - coating it from all angles, and even slipping one hand within the fabric to ensure that his balls were similarly blessed with the soothing, warm lotion. Though her motions were gentle and worked with a surprising confidence, a simple glimpse towards Fluttershy’s face suggested that her bravery was by no means an infinite resource, and she was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by a blush. The longer those sets of eyes remained on her the more she was going to be tempted towards faltering, and for both of their sakes Flash soon stretched out a hand of his own, holding it to Fluttershy’s waist.

“H-Hey, Fluttershy, you’re...you’re doing great,” he murmured, and wasn’t shy about showing off his own discomfort in the form of briefly biting his bottom lip. “It...it feels great already.”

Fluttershy simply looked back at the boy from behind her veil of pink hair and gave him a tiny smile. Sweet and shy, timid and tender, but very appreciative for his efforts in making it easier for her. With Flash lending her his support and with the other four students completely captivated, Fluttershy continued her explorations - learning more and more as the seconds passed. This truly was new territory for her, but it wasn’t necessarily difficult to figure out. Once he was coated, Fluttershy managed to secure one fist around the base of Flash’s shaft as the other doted on his head, smearing her palm back and forth across that tender pink gland while the other slowly, steadily pumped him. It was a truly skilled handjob for a girl so completely inexperienced, and Flash unleashed a groan from the back of his throat, his body going tense and his breathing starting to race.

The sounds of a wet, tender handjob filled the crowd, and none of them - not even Trixie - had the nerve to interrupt the melody with their voices. Flash’s enormous length was the absolute center of all their attention, save for fleeting moments when their eyes darted towards Fluttershy’s nervous face. Big Mac, Maud, Pinkie Pie, and Trixie were set in a state of stunned silence as Fluttershy worked, as that thick, glistening rod was kept in a constant state of twitching against pale yellow fingers that were taking such good care of it. While lube dripped down to the carpet below from every inch of the entire mess, Fluttershy soon started to go faster and faster, pumping her wrist to the point that the momentum sent shockwaves across the rest of her - forcing tiny breasts to bounce within her conservative clothing and her pink hair to swing back and forth.

Flash Sentry’s very first handjob was never going to be a particularly long affair even under the best of circumstances. He was, after all, a teenage boy and as such was almost constantly on the very edge of popping off. But everything that night seemed to be conspiring to push him to that point even quicker than he already would’ve achieved it, from the fact that Fluttershy was so desperately adorable to the sight of Trixie in a Crystal Prep uniform, even to the fact that Pinkie was pressed so close against Maud that her surprisingly plump breasts were noticeably bulging around her sister’s arm. The only person whose image wasn’t pushing Flash closer to the breaking point was that of Big Mac, but even then, as he heard the farm boy give a tiny grunt of slightly-jealous excitement, it was hard for Flash to push down a swell of pride. Pride, and a suspicion that even if he unleashed his load soon, the night was far from over, and there’d be plenty of fun for both him and Big Mac considering the four girls they were with. He’d even give Big Mac a fist bump if it wouldn’t have felt a bit...awkward given the circumstances.

“F...Fluttershy,” Flash soon whispered, the noise only barely escaping the back of his throat. He was tense and taut, one hand holding onto Fluttershy’s waist while the other was leaning back, grabbing the heel of one of his sneakers while he knelt. He was trying to balance himself, though it was becoming increasingly more difficult as Fluttershy’s hand sped up. “Fluttershy, I’m...I’m going to...it’s...n-not gonna be long…”

“Go ahead, Flash!” Fluttershy found the strength to speak up, looking at the boy with a sweet smile on her lips and her eyes sparkling from behind her bangs. For another fleeting moment it felt like just the two of them were there - no observers, no music from below, just a sweet young woman and a kind boy enjoying their first brush with losing their respective virginities. “You can...you can do it as much as you want!” She wasn’t entirely sure that was the right thing to say, or even if he had control over such things as the volume of what he was about to release, but she knew they were nearly at the finish line. Soon, she’d have proven she was just as good at Truth or Dare as anyone...and more over, it’d be her turn to pick someone for the next round.

With Fluttershy’s approval and both of her hands working as hard as they could, Flash finally popped off with a sudden grunt from the back of his throat. When Fluttershy first felt the first touch of cream against her palm, she pulled it back out of sheer surprise, and in the seconds that followed both of her hands pressed together at the middle of Flash’s shaft, pumping him up and down with a series of swift strokes that escorted the boy through his pleasure. While Flash was kneeling and exposed, cumming in front of five other students, he was still happily in his own little word. Fluttershy’s smooth, warm palms were incredibly dutiful and tender as they brought him to his peak, sweeping up to just underneath the tip of his unit and then back down to where he disappeared into his boxers again. Jet after jet released, arcing high in the air before meeting an eventual destination, with ropes of white careening high before eventually splattering.

Everyone was so focused on the sight of Flash’s climax - and Fluttershy’s blushing reaction - that they didn’t even realize where his seed had gone until a few seconds after. It was while Flash was easing onto his backside and Fluttershy was pulling her cum-slickened hands away that a voice finally filled the air, sounding observationally deadpan in its delivery.

“Huh. It’s warm.”

From there, both Flash and Fluttershy looked straight across from the boy, both of them blushing tremendously. Maud had been sitting on the other end of the circle, effectively minding her own business other than watching the whole thing take place, and her punishment for doing so had been the sudden blasting of Flash’s cum across her face. Her purple hair was half-matted to her forehead by a particularly thick strand that traveled the entire length of her face, dripping from her chin and to the soft blue garment below. Another splatter crossed over her nose and another was resting dangerously close to her lips - so much so that she could’ve easily licked it clean if she had the desire. She was given such a facial that someone could’ve easily assumed that she was the one that jerked Flash off, and the young man quickly stammered a response.

“S...Sorry, Maud! I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinkin--”

“Hey Trixie!” Fluttershy spoke up, so bold and so swift as to actually cut Flash off. She gazed at the would-be magician with her nose scrunched up and her eyes narrow, sensing a brief opportunity at some semblance of sweet, sweet revenge. “Truth or Dare!”

“What? Me already?” Trixie blinked, and perhaps still distracted by Maud’s situation, managed to stammer out a few words. “Uh, I...Dare, I guess!”

“I dare you to clean Maud up with your mouth!” Fluttershy suddenly thrust a hand forward, pointing at the Pie sister’s completely cum-blasted features. While the entire group - sans Maud - gasped in tandem, Fluttershy found herself overtaken by a sudden, wild giggle.

As the minutes passed at the increasingly-wild high school party, it seemed like the “shy” part of her was only getting smaller and smaller, and Trixie had nobody to blame but herself.

End of Chapter One.

Chapter Two

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There’s No Party Like a Sparkle Party
Chapter Two
-by Drace Domino

A new dare had been cast throughout the group, and the two involved parties wore wildly different expressions. Trixie was blushing tremendously, her cheeks overtaken by a rich blue hue, mouth agape at the suggestion of what she was to do next. A mere foot away sat Maud Pie, who predictably wore little response whatsoever on her face - not that anyone could see it, considering the fact it was mostly coated in warm cum milked fresh from Flash Sentry’s cock mere moments ago. In fact, she seemed like the only person around the circle that didn’t react to the dare Fluttershy just pushed upon Trixie. Big Mac and Flash Sentry were staring with a wide-eyed expression of complete disbelief, Pinkie Pie was practically vibrating in tipsy joy, and even Fluttershy was wearing a satisfied, smug smile on her face. She was proud of herself, after all! She was better at truth or dare than she thought!

“W…Wha…” Trixie stammered as she lifted a hand, as if she was right in the middle of class and had a question. One brow arched as she turned to Fluttershy and then to the others, with the sole exception of Maud whom she was actively trying to avoid looking at. “You…you want me to do what?”

“Clean Maud up.” Fluttershy didn’t even hesitate, her response coming immediately as she pointed towards the cum-covered Pie sister. “With your mouth. Lick it right off of her like it’s ice cream!”

“Wowie, Fluttershy, I never knew you had it in you!” Pinkie Pie beamed, swinging a hand holding a red party cup in the air to the point that beer foam rolled over the edge and splashed to the carpet of Twilight Sparkle’s bedroom. “That’s a great dare! And I really like the ice cream analogy!”

“Uh…Fluttershy, are you sure you want to dare her to do that?” Flash asked, still in the process of tucking his recently-jerked cock back into his boxers. The spunk that clung to Maud’s absolutely stoic face was of his own making, fired accidentally at the end of Fluttershy’s dared handjob. “That’s…that’s a pretty wild leap, isn’t it?”

“She dared me to do something crazy, so I’m returning the favor!” Fluttershy chirped back up, clearly proud of herself. Her own hand was actively covered in some of Flash’s excess cream, and she stretched out a hand, reaching not for a napkin but for the edge of Trixie’s skirt. Or rather - Twilight Sparkle’s pleated schoolgirl skirt that the blue brat was tucked into. Fluttershy was rather bold in that moment, wiping Flash’s cum off on Twilight’s pleated garment as the others stared, all in a state of disbelief at just what this had awakened in Fluttershy. The timid young woman was…well, quickly getting over that hurdle. Just like the time a motivational speaker came to talk at CHS, and Fluttershy turned into a bit of a bully for the week! “Stop stalling, Trixie, you know what to do!”

“You should hurry up if you’re going to do it,” Maud spoke with a steadfast but deadpan tone, her eyes half-lidded as cum clung to her lashes and pulled them nearly shut. When she spoke, her face moved so little that the cum on her cheeks and lips didn’t even shift outside of a thread webbed across her mouth, dancing from the gentle breath she released. “Right now it’s still warm. It feels nice. I like it.”

“This…feels like it’s rapidly getting out of hand.”

“Yup.”

Despite the murmured words of Flash Sentry and Big Mac, they all seemed to know there wasn’t any going back now. Trixie understood that much most of all, under the attention of all the others and forced into a moment of dared retribution. She couldn’t possibly say no, not after all the teasing she’d done to Fluttershy! Everyone at school would think she was a coward that could dish it out but couldn’t take it, and even if that was true, she…she didn’t want people to know that! With a nervous bite to her bottom lip and one last glance at the crowd, Trixie started to prowl forward on her knees. She had butterflies in her belly that were soon to be smothered underneath a blanket of swallowed cum, and she forced herself to take a deep, bracing breath once she was face-to-face with Maud. And just when she was about to dip forward, Pinkie Pie was the one to interrupt her with a giggle.

“What’s the matter, Trixie?” She couldn’t help but tease her, and even stretch out a hand to poke her belly through Twilight’s Crystal Prep vest. “Afraid of the taste?”

“N-No, of course not! I know what it tastes like! I’ve tasted it plenty of times!” Trixie snapped back, before realizing just what that particular lie said about her. Her nose scrunched up and she practically threw a mini-tantrum, growling at Pinkie while her immature fury built. “I mean…well…you know what I mean! I just…I’ve had a lot to drink, and I need to get ready, and…oh, you’re all such a bunch of flakes!”

And with that, Trixie suddenly snatched the sides of Maud’s head in her palms and pushed her own forward, her lips opening and her tongue stretching out. She moved quickly before she had a chance to second-guess herself, pushing past any hesitation that was nagging in her belly as she dipped her tongue against Maud’s cheek. The immediate taste of warm spunk was altogether new to her, and in truth, she didn’t really process it until she’d taken that first slurp upward. Starting at the edge of Maud’s chin, she licked in a straight line with her tongue pressing flat, squishing against the gray flesh of the other girl until she stopped just below the bottom edge of Maud’s eye. When she pulled back to close her lips, she didn’t drift particularly far - less than two inches away from Maud as she kept holding the stoic girl’s head in her hands. Trixie’s eyes closed as her tongue rested underneath a blanket of Flash Sentry’s cum, and in a suffocating few seconds she was hit with the weight of just what she was doing - and how the taste appealed to her. Creamy. Smooth. Warm. Unique and unlike anything she’d ever put in her mouth before, and she found herself curling her tongue behind her lips, sloshing it around and hoping that nobody noticed.

Granted, that was an unlikely hope, considering how the two girls were absolutely the focus of attention for everyone else. While Maud sat motionless with her hands on her knees, not even blinking as Trixie slurped her face, the others were all completely shocked from what just happened. Even Fluttershy - the surprisingly dirty little minx that caused it to happen - was blushing like every one of her past insecurities was battering at the gates of her psyche yet again. Flash squirmed the most, however, pressing his thighs against each other and biting on his bottom lip, left with the knowledge that the cum coating Trixie’s tongue in that moment was his own. None of them - not even Pinkie Pie - said anything. Twilight Sparkle’s room was completely silent as Trixie finally tightened her throat, tipped her head back, and gave a single swallow of her first proper taste of cum. Once she pulled it down like a tasty draught, she gave the faintest of gasps…and then leaned in to do it again.

Even though the group had just watched Fluttershy tug Flash Sentry off to a stunning orgasm, somehow this…this felt more intense, and they treated it with that level of weight. After all, Fluttershy and Flash was naughty, sure, but it wasn’t…mouth stuff! There was no licking, no sucking, no swallowing, and that was before the part of the equation that was two girls doing something adjacent to kissing! Trixie fidgeted in Twilight’s outfit, reaching back a hand to tug at the bottom edge of the nerd’s skirt - how did she wear this short thing, anyway?! All of a sudden she was getting nervous about the fact that her panties were visible from underneath it, when such a thing only seemed like part of the game a few minutes ago. She was exposed now - trembling with insecurity and excitement in a wild blend, and as her tongue made contact with Maud’s cheek anew it was quivering the entire time it passed upward. Another lick. Another gentle scoop of Flash’s cum to pull into her mouth. Another few seconds to savor it. And another swallow followed by a whimper.

It went on like that for what felt like ages for poor Trixie. Lick. Savor. Swallow. Lick. Savor. Swallow. She repeated the process again and again, all underneath the silent vigil of the other four, and all while Maud sat there like a statue. Trixie was grateful for that - if this was something she had to do, then Maud was the girl to do it to! There wasn’t any blushing or giggling or nervous fumbling from the purple-haired Pie sister, and she effectively served as something like a cum-licking training dummy. The only time that Trixie balked at what she needed to do was when there was only one more splash of Flash’s cum left for her to clean - a thick streak that had crossed over Maud’s lips.

“A…Al…Almost done,” Trixie whispered, took a deep breath to brace herself, and stretched her head forward one last time. Her head tilted and her lips parted, and she even allowed her eyes to close for the closest she’d come in her years to ever kissing someone else. She’d never thought it would be in a situation like this, never with another girl, and never with an audience while cum was spread between their lips. And…this much certainly didn’t need to be said, but never while she was dressed like Twilight Fucking Sparkle, of all people. But even with all of those barriers, Trixie closed the distance between them, teased her tongue over Maud’s lips, and with a few short swipes in rapid succession cleared her mouth of cream. While the last few threads of it were pulling into Trixie’s mouth, she kept their lips almost intimately close together, shutting them while she savored Flash’s cream for a few lingering seconds. Her last taste for what she suspected would be the rest of her high school career - especially after this got out to the rest of the school! Nobody would want to date the cum-licking slutty girl from Twilight’s party, no matter how great and powerful she was! “And…and that’s it, all done.”

“Wow, Trixie!” Pinkie Pie was the first to speak - loud and vibrant and absolutely using the exact wrong tone to make all of Trixie’s insecurities flare. “You musta really loved the way Flash’s cum tastes! Wowie zowie, I know what it looks like when someone loves a treat, and that was…whew!”

“Sh…Shut up, Pinkie Pie!” Trixie swiftly turned her head and glared, her cheeks flushing a vibrant blue while her throat instinctively tightened. She backed away on her knees and looked at all the other students studying her, feeling more and more exposed every second until she finally snapped. If for no other reason than to get their attention away from her, she pointed squarely at the recently-licked face of Maud Pie, suddenly blurting out the next stage of the game without so much as asking which side of it the Pie sister would like first. “Maud, I dare you to masturbate in front of everybody with Twilight’s vibrator!”

Once again, a collective silence came over the group of students that were rapidly finding themselves spiraling. Flash, Big Mac, Pinkie, and Fluttershy all turned their immediate attention towards Maud to see her response, and not a single one of them questioned why she hadn’t been asked a Truth first. It was that point of the game, after all, the point when teenage hormones and alcohol were making the rules, and not some arbitrary need to stick to the usual guidelines. Trixie wore a particularly smug look on her face while she leaned back on her rear and crossed her arms over her chest, still neatly tucked into Twilight Sparkle’s school uniform and looking rather bratty. Somehow, the appearance of a little stuck-up bitch that was pleased with herself was such a more natural look in a Crystal Prep uniform. With all of their eyes on Maud, it was the purple-haired Pie sister that sat in the hot seat. And, predictably, she didn’t flinch.

“All right,” Maud blurted out, without a single second of hesitation or even a blink. Even though there were two boys in the group, even though her sister was in the group, Maud seemed completely unphased by the request. She pressed her hands to her knees and lifted straight up to her feet, pausing only to smooth her hands down the front of her dull blue dress. Maud already wore something that could’ve been considered provocative compared to her personality - while it was nowhere near as stylish as something that Rarity would wear, Maud did have the tendency to show a lot of leg for a student. Sturdy, strong legs that looked like they were made for kicking rocks apart, but still. Leg. The group that was about to see more now watched as Maud wordlessly lifted her hands below the edge of her skirt, hooked her fingers around the waistband of a pair of matching blue panties, and pulled them steadily down past her knees and to her heels. Soon she stepped out of them, bent down to pick them up off the ground, and then neatly folded them together before turning towards Twilight’s nightstand. During the entire process she didn’t give the others a single glimpse of her nethers - at least not yet - and while she walked the other students whispered amongst themselves about what the future might hold.

“Is…is she really going to do it?” Fluttershy nibbled her bottom lip, tone unsure as she slid back to her old self.

“I guess so,” Flash murmured, and gave a small swallow. “This…this feels like it’s starting to get out of hand, right?”

“Yup,” Big Mac observed, but still took another sip of beer from his red party cup, regardless. He paused for a few long seconds, and then offered a second, equally enthusiastic “Yuuuup.”

“My big sister’s never one to back down from a challenge!” Pinkie Pie giggled, seeming as excited as anyone for what they were about to see. Just as Maud was unphased by the challenge, Pinkie was equally so by the concept of watching it happen. If anything, she seemed downright excited as she rocked back and forth on her rump, her legs folded and her hands gripping her knees as she bobbed. “One time, I dared her to shower with me, and she did! And while we were in there, I dared her t--”

“Shhhusssh it! She’s gonna start!” Trixie hissed from the back of her throat, reaching out a hand and smacking her fingers into Pinkie’s large poof of hair. The five all fell quiet while Maud now turned on a heel and moved to the edge of the bed, this time holding Twilight Sparkle’s yellow and red, flame-themed vibrator. She’d pulled it right off of the photograph of Sunset in a bikini, similarly failing to make the same connection that Trixie had previously. Before long, Maud sat herself down on the very foot of Twilight’s bed - perfectly positioned before the crowd, her legs pressed together and her skirt positioned so that all she needed to do was spread her legs. With an idle glance towards the toy, Maud pursed her lips and murmured aloud - her voice analytical, deadpan, and as emotionless as ever despite the unusual circumstances.

“You’ll have to tell me when to stop,” she observed, and gave a slow, patient blink. “Maybe even pull it out of my hands if I don’t listen. I can go into my own little world while I do it.”

The wide-eyed, stunned look shared among all the others save for Pinkie Pie would remain locked in place during everything that came next. When Maud slowly stretched her knees outward, sitting with thighs spread and her skirt up around her waist, she exposed to the group a smooth pussy that was clearly shaved - perhaps even waxed, considering how polished she was down below. Her folds were a slightly darker tint of gray than her skin already was, though in the dim light of Twilight’s room they were actively glistening and visibly moist. Much like Flash Sentry before her, revealing her nethers to the group made it clear just how excited the game of Truth or Dare had already gotten her - and her lack of a penis made it no less apparent how worked up she was. Collectively, the other five students all leaned forward from their seats, with Trixie actively scooching forward on her rear to bring herself just a bit closer than the others. The only sound that penetrated the air was the soft click of the vibrator’s dial and then the subsequent buzz of the lowest setting, just as Maud guided it downward to her teenage folds.

Trixie hadn’t clarified just how she wanted Maud to masturbate, and so the stoic young woman simply…did it like she always did. Slowly, at first, patiently and carefully building herself up to a certain point. She wasn’t a girl to rush anything no matter if it was important matters like school work or something as trivial as playing with herself - more so than any other student at Canterlot High, Maud Pie moved at her own pace, regardless of outside influences or what others might observe. So when she pressed the buzzing vibrator against the outside of her folds, intent to tease her nethers from the exterior for a few seconds, it was all par for the course. Her thighs could be seen to briefly twitch and even her folds themselves spasmed in the briefest of fashions - sensitive underneath the buzzing contact, even if Maud’s face would never show it.

The group just stared, wide-eyed and silent, even Pinkie Pie. Aside from a few nervous swallows of beer or Fluttershy ritually smoothing both of her fists down her collected hair in habitual fidgeting, none of them really even moved. Their rumps remained firmly on the carpet, their attention never deviated from Maud, and they were all so reverently silent it was as if they were witnessing a wedding. Nobody dared to make a peep while Maud Pie demonstrated just how she played with herself, and it went on for five…ten…fifteen full, long, teasing minutes, organized into clear stages. And needless to say, nobody dared to stand up and pull the toy away from her - all of them happy to let Maud sit in, as she had described it, her own little world.

The first stage was dedicated to Maud’s exterior, and not merely the outside of her nethers. She drew Twilight’s buzzing vibrator across each one of her thighs, making sure to leave a glistening line of nectar from her folds while she passed them. Back and forth she swept the toy, rolling it across her grayscale skin underneath the gaze of all the others, her own expression one of flat and total control. Her eyes were half-lidded in that odd fashion that bridged between deadpan and smolderingly intense, and her lips were drawn to a straight line, without so much as a nibble or a lick to show her presumable excitement. The only proof that the group had that she was excited at all was the visible glisten smeared from her pussy to her thighs - and the faintest hint of her aroma, delighted and now free to travel from below her skirt.

After a moment or two of teasing her thighs, Maud finally moved onto stage two - insertion, but only barely. She pressed a finger to the dial of the vibrator to ramp it up a few stages, and now squeezed the tip of it inside, rotating it back and forth, forcing her entrance to grip around the head. She showed all five of the others just how her pussy met the shape of it, how her folds tried to cling around the sides until she turned it far enough to the side to pop out. When it did, she made it a point to nuzzle the buzzing tip against her hood for a few long and lingering seconds, just before another bit of insertion. During that period of time, she never once pushed the toy into her any more than halfway, but even still, when it pulled free of her pussy it looked like it only collected more and more nectar. When she nudged it inside, the buzzing noise became muffled, and each time she plucked it out again it pierced the air like a gunshot - enough to make them all quiver with excitement. Flash Sentry was almost regretting ever tucking his cock back into his jeans and poor Big Mac was straining against his own - just as excited as Flash, but without the blessing that was Fluttershy’s handjob a few minutes ago. Trixie and Fluttershy were both squirming in their spots, with Trixie gripping her blue knees and wiggling her backside within Twilight’s skirt and Fluttershy - constantly brawling within herself between the timid girl and the horny little demon - looked like she was either on the verge of tears or darting forward to feast…or both.

And Pinkie Pie was also there - munching on a cupcake, sipping from a red party cup, and staring at her big sister’s glistening, toyed pussy like it was the must-see television event of the year.

It was the third stage of Maud’s masturbation - timed so perfectly amidst the other two that it was clear she was following a routine - that knocked the other students for a loop. With the same expressionless state she suddenly nudged the dial on Twilight Sparkle’s pretend Sunset Shimmer, forcing it all the way to the maximum and letting the buzzing sound fill the air. The thing was intense - vibrating so wildly and so intensely that it likely would have bucked out of a weaker girl’s hand - but Maud simply nudged the tip right up against her entrance, fiercely grasped the hilt of it, and began to quite simply fuck herself with the toy.

Again, stunned silence maintained across the crowd, with the buzzing toy and the wet, slippery noise of a well-fucked pussy being the only sounds that filled the room. Maud’s motions were fierce, her hand pistoning with the sort of authority and speed that suggested this was well-rehearsed indeed, and she bucked the toy within her with nothing short of expert precision. Sometimes she twisted it when it was at the very hilt, sometimes she nudged it far to the left or right to squeeze against the sides of her walls, once she even let it pop free of her pussy entirely simply so she could let it swing outward before slapping against her entrance with three consecutive strikes, just before falling back into place and forcing inside anew. She was quick. Focused. Determined. Relentless. And through it all, anyone looking at her face would never know just what she was doing. Unreadable and mysterious, Maud Pie easily had the best poker face in all of Canterlot High - even if in that moment, her pussy was telling the best story any of the other five had ever seen.

Ultimately, Maud’s climax was…difficult to discern, at least for some of the people watching. There was the faintest few twitches to Maud’s thighs near the very end, a brief uptick of moisture glazing across her folds and the undersides of her thighs, and then a soft popping noise as Maud pulled the toy free and gently nudged the dial to the “off” position. Without a word - and having accomplished her task without giving so much as a moan or gasp or whimper - Maud slowly pulled her skirt down over her thighs while they closed.

“There. All done.”

“A…all done?” Trixie was wearing a tremendous blush as she spoke, indignantly, looking around at the others as if she was expecting them to join her in shock. “You’re done?! No screaming? No grabbing the sheets?! Did you even cum, Maud?!”

“It was very intense.” Maud nodded, simply, and with no deviation in the inflection of her voice: “I don’t want to sound crass, but…I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Wowie, Maud, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum that hard!” Pinkie Pie suddenly clapped her hands together, inadvertently exposing yet another glimpse into the Pie sisters’ life, and polished off the last few sips from her current party cup. “I didn’t even know you could! Gosh golly, that’s amazing! Do you need something to drink? Can I get you a towel? Do you want some crackers for that sou--”

“Pinkie Pie,” Maud interrupted her sister, giving the pink-haired girl her typical flat look. Whether she did so to stop her from discussing certain talking points or merely wanted to move the party along was unclear, but either way she held out the vibrator, which was still absolutely wet and glistening with her nectar. “I dare you to go wash off Twilight Sparkle’s vibrator.”

To say Pinkie Pie looked deflated was…an understatement. She puffed out her lower lip and looked at her big sister as if she was joking, and then to the others in a desperate hope that they would overturn the dare she’d been given. Specifically, a dare that wasn’t very fun.

“...aww, really?” Pinkie gave a soft sigh, and reached out to snatch the toy away from Maud. It was heavy with the stoic girl’s scent, and the aroma swept through the air for all the others to pick up on while Pinkie rose to her feet and shuffled towards the bedroom door. “I guess they can’t all be fun dares, huh? I’ll be back in a minute. I guess. Probably.”

The girl wasn’t shy about holding a pity party for herself the entire way to the door, at which point she slipped outside with a tiny huff to carry out the rest of the dare. After she left, Fluttershy and the others all turned their attention to Maud, who was in the process of once more slipping into her panties. Trixie, Fluttershy, Big Mac, and Flash Sentry were all still reeling from more than just one or two revelations, until Fluttershy was finally the one to press a bold question.

“So…uhm…Maud…uh…” She looked to Trixie and then to Flash and Big Mac, all of whom gave her an urging nod. It seemed like it really was a question that was on all their minds. “Do…do you and Pinkie Pie have sex sometimes? Or…or what?”

“I can’t answer that,” Maud responded, simply and unflinchingly, with her face as impossible to read as ever. “My turn’s over, and I already picked Dare.”

***

Pinkie Pie stepped out into the rest of the party, only to be immediately assaulted by the distractions and the noise that built while they were playing Truth or Dare. It seemed like things had only escalated since then, with the music playing louder, the booze flowing more easily, and a whole new wave of students showing up at Twilight Sparkle’s house to celebrate. Even while Pinkie Pie made her way through the house in search of a sink to clean Twilight’s vibrator, she could see the results of the ensuing chaos - a pair of students she didn’t even recognize grinding against each other in the corner, Bon Bon and Lyra actively making out on Twilight Sparkle’s parents’ bed, and an exasperated Shining Armor carrying a tantrum-throwing Scootaloo towards the door because she’d snuck in while nobody was paying attention. It seemed like things were really getting out of hand, and Pinkie Pie would’ve loved to experience it firsthand, but she had a job to do…and more importantly, a dare of her own to administer once she got back to Twilight’s bedroom!

That particular destination was going to be put on hold, however, at least for a few minutes. Pinkie Pie had just rounded a corner after seeing that the line for the restroom was way too long to stand in while holding a juice-covered vibrator, only to be brought to a halt by the sight of a large, purple hand slamming against the wall in front of her. At first, she squeaked in the sudden worry that it belonged to Twilight Sparkle, only before realizing that the skin tone was a few shades darker - and that Twilight Sparkle wasn’t exactly the type to wear spiked bracelets. Slowly, Pinkie Pie turned to view the woman that was blocking her way, only to spot a girl that she’d never seen before.

“Woooow, you’re big!” Pinkie Pie gasped, eyes opening as she regarded her.

“And you’re cute.”

The girl looked like an absolute brute - towering at just a hair over six feet, wearing a leather jacket overtop a white tank top that snugly gripped a well-muscled figure. She had a short mohawk with the rest of her rich purple hair shaved nearly down to the scalp, and sported not only a lip and nose ring, but a tongue stud which made itself known as she slowly licked her lips. In one hand she carried an open beer bottle just as smoothly as she carried the scent of booze on her figure - a scent that got even stronger as she leaned in close enough to Pinkie Pie to violate the girl’s personal space. Not that Pinkie Pie seemed to mind, enamored as she was by the sheer scope of this titan.

“Name’s Tempest Shadow,” she half-purred and half-growled, before taking what was obviously a long, lingering scent of Pinkie. A sweet aroma to be sure - plenty of sugar and frosting to spice up the party scent that was clinging to everyone at the party. “Me and my girls heard about a wild party getting thrown around here, and…damn, I’ve got to admit. I was expecting it to be some frilly little girl tea party. Never thought I’d spot a piece as tasty as you.”

“Hehehe, thanks! I’m Pinkie Pie, and I am tasty! It’s all the candy I eat!” Pinkie Pie beamed, almost proud of the fact. While Tempest loomed close Pinkie remained completely unphased by the larger girl’s presence, even while Tempest drifted so close that it almost seemed like she was about to make a move for her throat. The pink-haired young woman simply tilted her head curiously, making an innocent observation about the newcomer’s downright predatory behavior. “You are really friendly, aren’t you? That’s great! We love making new friends around here! Do you wanna come play a game with me and my pals?!”

“Oh? What kind’ve game we talkin’?” Tempest Shadow mused slowly, thoughtfully, and slid her hand from the wall towards Pinkie Pie’s hair. She teased her fingers through it in a flirty fashion, curling the digits within the cotton candy locks, only to be surprised when she pulled them back to be holding actual cotton candy. She sniffed at it and even took a tiny lick, her nose scrunching up as she refocused her gaze upon Pinkie. “You cute little CHS brats playing spin the bottle?”

“Ohh, that’s a good one, too! But right now we’re playing Truth or Dare!” Pinkie Pie was nothing short of endlessly honest, a shining beacon of oblivious information. She even lifted her hand that was holding the juice-slickened vibrator, waving it back and forth in front of Tempest’s rapidly-widening eyes. “I’m going right back after I clean this of--h-hey!”

Tempest Shadow worked quickly…and she worked without hesitation. The brutish new girl didn’t ask a single question as she plucked the toy from Pinkie Pie’s fingers, held it by the base, and then brought it up towards her lips. With direct, almost intimidating eye contact she allowed her tongue to slither forward, showcasing the stud resting in the center as she squeezed that pink muscle to the side of Twilight’s toy. Slowly she licked it with a focused attempt at seduction upon Pinkie Pie, passing her tongue from the base to the tip and back again, only before pivoting the head of the vibrator against her lips and nudging it forward. Inch by inch she gulped it down past her lips, moving to the point that only the dial remained visible from between them. Afterwards, she pulled the toy back out without breaking eye contact with Pinkie Pie once, and pressed the toy back into the other girl’s hand.

“Consider it cleaned,” Tempest Shadow purred in the aftermath, and licked her lips to savor the taste. “Delicious. Guess you could say I like the taste of Pie.”

Technically, she wasn’t wrong.

Pinkie Pie was silly and a little oblivious under the best of circumstances, and thanks to the free-flowing booze at the party she was also more than a little tipsy. Still, she wasn’t so far gone that she was oblivious towards Tempest Shadow’s advances…nor was she about to let what was clearly a true party animal slip through her fingers! Tempest was just the type of person to make the rest of their game all the more fun, and Pinkie eagerly giggled as she looped an arm around one of the larger girl’s, practically snuggling against her while she spoke.

“Wowie, you’re tons of fun! And super tall, too!” Pinkie beamed, guiding Tempest right back the way they came. Already the brute was beaming and moving with intent to keep having fun - going so far as to yank a fresh six-pack of beer out of the arms of one of the other CHS students, practically daring him to try to stop her. “Okay, Tempest Shadow, we’re gonna have such a great time! Now, I just gotta tell you about the other people we’ll be playing with…”

A new girl was about to join the game waiting for Pinkie upon their return, and just like the six-pack she carried, she was only going to make things get all the more out of hand.

***

Tempest Shadow might’ve been a sleazy college girl that showed up to a high school party looking for a bit of fun, and she might’ve thrust herself upon Pinkie Pie with every intention to get herself a piece of flirty teen action, but she wasn’t a total scumbag - and she was more than happy to listen to everything Pinkie Pie told her about the crew they were soon to meet. Pinkie told her that her big sister Maud was the coolest girl at school, let her know that Big Mac and Flash Sentry were two of the sweetest guys she’d ever known, and even told her that Trixie was a spunky little brat but not entirely bad. The only girl that Pinkie requested that Tempest Shadow go easy on was Fluttershy, and in truth…she did it half because of Fluttershy’s timid nature, but half because of how easy it seemed to flip her switch. Not even the sugar-blasted Pinkie was really sure what would happen if Fluttershy was pressed into something by a towering, butch bitch like Tempest.

Either way, by the time Pinkie Pie entered Twilight’s room again, she was waving the “cleaned” toy in one hand while her other arm was holding onto Tempest’s. The crew waiting for her regarded the new girl with an expected look of surprise across the board - from Tempest and Fluttershy gulping nervously at the sight of this new titan to Big Mac and Flash biting their lips together in perhaps hopeful expectations. Yet another girl was joining the Truth or Dare party? It boded well for both of them.

“Hi everyone!” Pinkie Pie giggled, and gestured to Tempest, who was already separating the six-pack and chucking them across the room as a way of earning her favor with the group. “This is Tempest Shadow, and she’s really really friendly and cool! She also likes to smell people’s hair, isn’t that neat?!”

“P…Pinkie, you can’t just invite some random girl to join us!” Trixie scoffed, narrowing her gaze and serving as the sole voice of dissention. “We don’t know anything about her! We don’t know if she’s cool enough to play with us!”

“This Trixie?” Tempest just murmured towards Pinkie, her eyes half-lidded as she spoke. “Seems like a real bitch.”

After that, Tempest was pretty much solid with the crew, and by the time she dropped down on her rear to join them she was a welcomed participant in the game. As she flopped to her backside, Tempest ended up completing the circle of students - so much so that there wasn’t any more room for Pinkie Pie to sit. The new girl solved that problem rather handily as she reached up, hooked a hand around the back rim of Pinkie Pie’s skirt, and yanked her straight down into her lap. A real problem solver, this one!

“Hehe, thank you, Tempest!” Pinkie beamed, practically mirroring Tempest’s position by folding her legs underneath herself, sitting squarely in the larger girl’s lap. The only one to respond to the exchange was Maud, who simply gave Tempest Shadow a steady look with a single, slow blink. Enough to make Tempest briefly squirm in a flashing second of genuine intimidation, interrupted only when Pinkie Pie spoke up anew. “Alright, it’s my turn, my turn, my turn! And I’m gonna dare Big Mac to…to…toooooo…” She tapped her chin while she rocked back and forth in Tempest’s lap, pondering the question as hard as she could. Big Mac went visibly tense as the question hung in the air, as the young man had been spared thus far from the more intimate exchanges. In the end, Pinkie’s dare was nowhere near as bold as the ones thrown towards Fluttershy, Trixie, or Maud, but still enough to suggest that there were greater things to come. “Take your shirt off and keep it off until we’re done playing!”

Big Mac almost gave a sigh of relief - at least until he saw the looks on every girl’s face. Fluttershy, Trixie, Pinkie Pie, Tempest Shadow, and even Maud turned their attention towards him, wearing everything ranging from a blushing smile to a slightly upturned corner of their lips. While the farm boy reached down to grab the edge of his shirt he lifted his brow to study their faces, only finally managing to make a murmur from the back of his throat in acceptance.

“Ah…uhm…yup. Sure.”

He did exactly as he was told, and the reaction from the girls was…predictable, to anyone that knew the general way in which Big Mac was regarded among the girls of Canterlot High. The farm boy was big, sweet, strong, and buff, and the speculation about what Big Mac looked like without his shirt was something of CHS legend. Applejack had been invited to so many pool parties over the years simply on the distant hope that she’d bring her big brother, and now it was here in Twilight Sparkle’s bedroom that his shirt finally peeled away. And, as the expressions on the faces of every girl there made perfectly clear, it was worth the wait.

Big Mac had the sort of cut upper half more befitting a magazine model than a high school student. Long hours spent working on the farm made sure that he had biceps and triceps to truly admire, with a visible six pack and pectorals that showed that his strength went far beyond mere glamor muscles. He was as well-built as he was kind and humble, and the fact that Fluttershy made an active swooning noise upon seeing him was hardly unexpected. Even Flash - though not necessarily drawn to Big Mac in the same way as the others - flashed the other boy a grin and even offered him a thumbs-up.

“I think they like it, Big Mac.” He beamed, without a trace of jealousy. After all - as the only two boys in the game so far, they had zero reason to feel competitive. If seeing Big Mac without his shirt was enough to get the five young women riled up, it honestly benefitted both of them in the long run.

“Uh…uhm…thanks.” Big Mac finally murmured, and reached up a hand to rub at the back of his head. He even gave a shy chuckle, with a blush darkening his cheeks while they all gazed at him with fawning attention. “Uh…guess, uh…guess it’s my turn to pick someone?”

To that end, Big Mac looked across the crowd - five girls who were absolutely transfixed on him, and Flash Sentry, who was simply being a good wingman. The farm boy wasn’t all that experienced, of course, but he was a good soul and smart enough to know that Flash was of a similar vein. They were in this together for better or worse, and even though the beer was flowing and everyone’s adrenaline was running high, the two of them had been rather well-behaved to that point. After all, it was Trixie that made the first lewd dare, followed by Fluttershy and then Trixie again, all while the two boys served as props or eye candy. Neither of them had made a particularly boundary-breaching dare yet, but…the time had finally come. Big Mac, sitting there shirtless and exposed and the absolute object of the girls’ attention, turned towards Flash Sentry with a smile on his face. One of solidarity. One of camaraderie. One of…simply being a good party time bro.

“Flash,” he spoke, with all five girls sitting there with baited breath. “I dare you to guess which girls’ boobs are whose while blindfolded.”

If things by that point hadn’t already been escalated to an absurd degree, it would’ve been a stunning dare. It nearly was simply by the virtue of Big Mac being the one to throw it out in the air - and the various girls all gave a collective gasp while Flash Sentry practically fainted from the offer. If nothing else, it solidified that Flash and Big Mac were going to be best friends for life. The only person that spoke in the immediate aftermath was Tempest Shadow - the girl that wasn’t privy to all the dares that came before then, and was still seated with Pinkie Pie resting in her lap.

“...holy hell,” she observed, and gave a low whistle. “You CHS punks really know how to fucking party, huh?”

Minutes later, Flash Sentry was blindfolded, by yet another piece of Twilight Sparkle’s clothing that was borrowed by necessity. This time, it was one of her knee-high striped stockings, tied tight around Flash’s eyes and secured in a snug knot at the back of his head. Once he was properly blindfolded the young man was escorted to sit right on the edge of the bed, at which point Pinkie Pie’s unmistakable voice filled the air.

“Okay, this is how it’ll go, Flash!” Pinkie giggled. “You’ll have ten seconds to squeeze every pair of boobs and figure out who it is!”

“Uh…what happens if I don’t guess correctly?” Flash asked, drumming his hands on his knees and fidgeting nervously. It was understandable that his nerves were going wild - ten breasts were about to be flopped into his hands, two of which belonged to a girl he’d only just met a few minutes ago. The fact that his member had surged to attention below his jeans yet again was an easy guess - between seeing Trixie clean Maud, Maud’s masturbation session, and now this? The poor boy was practically aching. “Do…do I get a reward if I get them all right?”

“I don’t know!” Pinkie Pie announced in every bit as regal a tone as before, only to quickly add. “Does anyone have any suggestions? Anyone?”

“Oh, I’ve got an idea,” Tempest Shadow’s rough, but rowdy voice filled the air, and judging by the squeak from Pinkie that followed, she pinched the pink girl’s ass before continuing. “If he guesses every one of us right? We’ll all work together to suck his cock.”

Flash simply whimpered, while the girls all made various noises ranging from shocked gasps to eager giggles, to even Maud giving a single grunt of acceptance of the terms. The only person that rang out as a voice of dissent was Trixie Lulamoon, who gave a scoffing noise that was downright dismissive of his chances.

“Ha! That’ll never happen, so I’m in,” Flash could almost imagine Trixie’s smug face while she spoke. “But what do we get when he screws up? If we’re putting a blowjob on the line, it’s only fair that we stand to get something in return!”

“Uh…uhm,” Flash found the strength in that moment to speak up - not only to help lock in his chance for the best reward he’d ever heard, but to solidify an equally enjoyable fate even if he failed. While knowing nothing about doing so and with absolutely zero experience under his belt, Flash finally chirped: “I’ll…I’ll go down on anyone I guess wrong!”

And thus, the terms were set. Flash might’ve locked himself into a rough night for his poor mouth if he had a bad guessing streak, but the potential for a true bounty was simply too great to pass up. If he guessed every last one of them right, a five-girl blowjob would be his wonderful reward - something to enter him into the halls of legendary CHS rumors, and something for him to fondly remember for the rest of his life. And even if he made a mistake, he’d still get a chance to eat his very first pussy. Five of them, if he just kept fucking up.

Big Mac was a really, really good wingman, and Flash Sentry would absolutely remember that fact.

Flash Sentry’s breath caught in his throat as his hands moved forward, meeting the first pair of teenage breasts. They fit in his palm with a little extra to spare, and he gently squeezed to get a good feel of just how big they were. Ultimately, the first pair was an easy one - not because of the breasts themselves, but by the sudden giggle that erupted from the owner.

“Pinkie Pie!”

Though the other girls all chided her, Pinkie was unphased, and the next pair of breasts were introduced. Once more, the blindfolded Flash stretched out his hands and pressed them to another pair - this set just as heavy as Pinkie’s, but somehow firmer. They weren’t as squishy, they weren’t as inviting, and they weren’t owned by someone that made a single peep, making it every bit as easy a guess.

“Maud!”

Two down, three to go. Flash was feeling good by the time the next pair of breasts found their way into his palms, even though the erection surging against the front of his jeans was making it more than a little difficult to concentrate. Still…he was smart enough to remember what the various girls were wearing - like the fact that Trixie was still dressed in Twilight Sparkle’s Crystal Prep uniform. He could feel that stiff, school-supplied material underneath a pair of trembling tits and immediately he smiled, calling out yet another name.

“Trixie!”

He was doing well. Damn well. So well that he was almost sure that he was going to get that five-girl blowjob. The next pair that slipped into his palms was practically heaving from nervousness, and to his credit Flash didn’t grope them for long. Even though he was sure this particular owner had already wrapped her hand around his cock, he could tell that she was a bit more timid. Meaning she could be nobody else other than…

“Fluttershy!”

One left. One big, sturdy, overflowing helping of teenage breasts ushered into his palms. Through the snug fit of a tank top he could tell that this girl wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and judging by the nudges of a harder material below the fabric, he could tell her nipples were pierced. He took his time to grope her, to fondle her, to even dare to twist her pierced nipples just because she seemed like the type of girl that would enjoy it. And when the time came to call out and claim his victory, Flash Sentry smiled wide - just before his victory came to an abrupt roadblock.

“It’s…it’s…” His mind went blank, his heart sank, and his dreams of a quintuple blowjob perished on the spot. “I…I can’t remember your name!”

“Really? That’s a fuckin’ shame,” Tempest Shadow purred, and with a sudden motion shoved her hands to Flash’s shoulders, pushing him flat onto Twilight Sparkle’s bed before she began to crawl over him. “But on the plus side, you just won yourself a taste of college bitch pussy.”

End of Chapter 2.

Chapter Three

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There’s No Party Like a Sparkle Party
Chapter Three
-by Drace Domino

Flash Sentry had a job to do, and it was one that he was wholly unprepared for. In truth, he was a little nervous - flustered not only by the memory of all those beautiful, full breasts resting in his open palms, but also by the sheer scope and scale of the intimidating older girl that now prowled towards him with a grin. Any reasonable person could make an argument that not remembering this girl’s name shouldn’t have counted: it was a technicality at best, and in truth, Flash did win the contest.

Unfortunately for the young man and the tense, throbbing unit tucked into his jeans, horny teenagers that had been drinking for the past hour were not the reasonable sort - and the mohawked brute seemed even less so than the norm. As Twilight Sparkle’s bed creaked underneath Tempest Shadow’s weight, the tough girl snapped a hand down to her belt, unfastening it before slowly shimmying free of her jeans. As she wiggled from side to side she wasn’t shy about looming directly over Flash - close enough that he could smell the lingering scent of beer on her, as well as a perfume that was far from feminine, but no less enticing to his teenage hormones. She slid a hand upward and teased a finger straight down the center of Flash’s face, starting with his forehead and over across the slope of his nose, finally moving to his bottom lip. There she pulled it down just enough to catch a look at the boy’s pink tongue, and her smile intensified when she saw it.

“Mmm, that’ll do just fine,” Tempest Shadow half-purred and half-growled, her brow lifting as she readied herself. By that point, her jeans were well-past her knees and moving closer to her ankles, with her panties bunched into the mix. They were slightly stifled by the fact that she still hadn’t kicked free of her bulky, studded boots, but a bit of help from Pinkie Pie and Trixie were enough to get them past. Bare-assed and exposed, Tempest Shadow didn’t hesitate to glance over her shoulder at the helpful pair, winking while she spoke. “Thanks, babes. Since you helped me out, guess that means I’ll ride so you can watch.”

Flash Sentry was completely prone and helpless, honor-bound to carry out his end of the bargain. He’d gambled and lost, and now his punishment came as this titan of a girl straightened up to her knees, slowly pivoting to face the crowd. The end result might have stripped her of the chance to look into Flash’s eyes while she rode his face, but that was all fine and good - getting to watch his bulge twitch was certainly a fine trade. Before long she’d found her position, her knees to the sides of Flash’s head and her uncovered pussy exposed - with a tuft of hair just above it that was meticulously shaved to a perfect stripe, and with a set of folds that had a sparkle of metal in the form of a hood piercing. Before she lowered herself on Flash’s face, Tempest Shadow showed herself off to the teenagers watching her - resting back on her haunches and making sure everyone got a good look, especially the boy that was about to have her backside on his face. She lowered a hand to give her pussy a few quick and playful slaps, just before tenting her fingers around the sides of her hood and wiggling the piercing, smirking the entire time.

“Like what you see? Little Miss Resting Bitch Face?” She gazed at Maud, before shifting her eyes towards Big Mac. “How ‘bout you, stud?” And then just as quickly to Fluttershy. “You? You best be careful with those dares, sweetie, ‘cause that’s how I got half my piercings to begin with.”

Fluttershy, who had already been hiding behind Trixie, squeezed the girl just a little harder from a sudden twinge of fear. Not that Trixie was exactly a comforting presence, but…she was the closest thing at hand now that Flash was pinned, and Trixie similarly seemed to need the proximity if her poor, overwhelmed brain was going to unravel all this.

Maud, Pinkie, a gloriously shirtless Big Mac, and the hugging duo of Trixie and Fluttershy all gave Flash Sentry one last glance before the boy’s face was obscured by Tempest Shadow. She lowered herself down with the sort of authority that could only come from a girl that knew what she was doing - and considering how she’d talked, that experience might’ve even included riding the faces of teenage virgins in the past. With her pussy nuzzled against Flash’s nose and mouth alike, she swiveled herself from side to side to make sure she gave him a good starter coat of glistening nectar - something to taste to get him used to what she expected would be his next ten minutes. And when she rested there for a few seconds without Flash opening his mouth or giving her the slightest bit of tongue, she was not shy about giving him an open hand slap on his belly that sounded worse than it was.

“Hey! It’s a pussy, not your first kiss practicing in the mirror!” she barked, and her fingers stretched out to give Flash’s belly a sloooow scratch through the fabric of his jersey, which naturally made him twitch and tremble. “Get to it! Trust me, hon, you don’t gotta be an expert when a girl’s as worked up as I am!”

Tempest Shadow might’ve been a bully, she might’ve been crass and rude, and she might’ve coerced Flash into eating her out under dubious circumstances, but in truth? Flash was almost grateful for it. She wasn’t lying when she said she was worked up - even with his limited experience, Flash could tell the girl’s pussy was soaked and her excitement was wildly rising the longer she remained exposed. When she wiggled her hips, she did so in such a way that it guided Flash to part his lips, and when she backed against her haunches it escorted the young man’s tongue smoothly across her pussy. Tempest Shadow was a woman that knew what she wanted from Flash, and ultimately? That worked out for him. Especially if he could make her cum like mad, and improve his stock with the various girls that watched!

Slowly, Flash lifted his hands upward, hooking them against the sides of Tempest’s thighs to hold on tight for whatever came next. His tongue was lashing outward and he made it a point to stretch it far past his lips - hoping that Fluttershy, Trixie, Pinkie, and maybe even Maud could see it dance. He wanted to show them what a good job he was doing, after all, in case anyone else had the opportunity to take a similar ride. He slurped and he suckled and he twisted his head from side to side to bury his lips against her folds, and on a few instances even swiped across her piercing with his tongue, upon which he was treated to a slightly different flavor that only made him twitch all the more. With Tempest Shadow’s brutal guidance Flash was putting in the effort right from the very beginning, and for Tempest’s part…it was paying off.

“Ffffuuuck, yes, that’s a good little pussysucker.” The brutish girl didn’t give a damn about seeming polite, nor did she seem to particularly care about showing more of herself off. She lifted her hands to the edge of her shirt below the open leather jacket and suddenly pulled it upward - tenting it across the top of her tits and showing that she’d “forgotten” her bra. Her full, purple tits were left bare for the group to see complete with the metal bars in her piercings, and Tempest made sure to slap her palms against her breasts, making them jiggle and bounce as she moved her fingers towards the pierced nipples. She twisted and teased them just as she moved her hips with a guiding precision, and made it a point to study the faces of all those other hot students watching her. Knowing full-well that she and Flash were the object of their attention, maybe even the most thrilling thing they’d ever seen, she took it upon herself to put on a show. And hey, since Flash was putting in such an effort? It didn’t hurt to puff the boy up a bit!

“Mmm, fuck, you’re a natural, Blue!” She’d be damned if she could remember his name, funnily enough, and so simply envisioned the color of his hair. “Holy shit, that’s…hnnng! Ohh, whatever lil’ cutie gets to grind her cunt on your mouth next is a lucky little bitch!” She made sure to let her eyes dart towards Fluttershy when she spoke, simply to make the girl flinch and cower behind Trixie all the more. She took delight in watching Fluttershy blush and squirm, but nowhere near on the level she took from Flash Sentry’s efforts. Her boasting wasn’t all for his benefit, he really was doing a decent job for a young stud working on his first time! Heat was rising within Tempest Shadow, encouraged not only by the boy’s tongue but all of those eyes on her, watching the older girl twist her own nipples and grind her hips back and forth - even going so far as to maintain eye contact with each and every one of the other students in turn until they balked underneath her gaze. The only one that didn’t look away in a blushing mess at some point was Maud, but…like…she was reasonably sure there was just something wrong with that girl. Putting it out of mind, Tempest soon let her vision dart across Flash Sentry’s body where it laid flat on Twilight Sparkle’s bed, and she took notice of the bulge that was pressing against his jeans. With mischief in her eyes and her tongue stud clicking to the back of her teeth, the bullying brute of a girl finally spoke again, this time with a clear, devilish intent to her tone. “Looks like you’re having almost as much fun as I am! Too bad you can’t get your dick sucked, but…rules are rules! Suppose it wouldn’t be fair to let you suffer entirely, though.”

With that said, Tempest Shadow slowly stretched out with a hand, her fingers lifting before coming into contact with the bulge at the front of Flash Sentry’s jeans. She curled her digits against his length to fully grope and fondle him through the material, offering a slow squeeze during which the boy unleashed a pathetic, playful whimper against her pussy. The larger girl just grinned all the wider, squeezing a bit harder before making it clear that she was cupping him - her palm pressing square to the center and her fingers hooking between his thighs. Through it all she kept grinding her own hips and feeding Flash Sentry her cunt, because after all, this was still very much her victory lap!

“Pretty nice cock you’ve got here, I bet.” Tempest continued to build Flash up, seeing as how she was obviously a benign, goodhearted force of chaos and lust at the party that night. She nibbled her bottom lip while her eyes darted across the crowd, from Pinkie Pie to Fluttershy and everyone in between. “Bet any one of these little honeys would like to get a look at it.”

“Uhm…uh…Ms. Shadow?” Fluttershy nibbled her bottom lip as she lifted a hand like she was in class, though still cowered behind Trixie. “We…we already all saw it.”

“We did. They were all impressed,” Trixie gestured to the others, before folding her arms across her chest and lifting her nose in typical, condescending fashion. “It was fine, I guess, but I’ve seen better.”

Not even Tempest Shadow - who was clearly not exactly the analytical type - seemed like she was ready to buy Trixie’s bullshit. She simply groped Flash a little harder before moving her hands away from his nethers, positioning them instead against the boy’s sturdy chest. There her palms went flat as she braced herself, bucking her hips in repeated motions and making sure to grind those juice-slickened folds against his hungry, eager mouth. She flat out ignored Trixie’s comment, but that only pushed the brat to chime up again - even louder, and more annoyingly this time.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she huffed, and folded her arms across her modest chest with a scowl crossing over her features. “I said, I’ve seen bet--”

“Fuck’s sakes, you just don’t shut up, do you?” Tempest Shadow said what everyone had been thinking at that point, so much so that Flash Sentry pulled a hand away from her thigh to give a thumbs-up to the crowd. While Trixie simply stewed in irritation Tempest Shadow went right back to enjoying herself - rocking harder and harder on Flash’s face and eagerly pushing herself to the breaking point. He was a skillful young man for his inexperience, but he still needed the practiced motions of a girl that knew her body fairly well, at least until he learned how to properly drag his tongue across a clit. Tempest was happy to serve as his training dummy, but the time had come for her to get off. She held her palms flat on Flash’s chest as she bucked her hips again and again, driving against him almost as if she was riding a throbbing unit, and when she needed an extra boost of arousal her eyes danced across the scene before her - the stunned faces, the scowl of Trixie, and the package that Flash was hiding within his jeans. She rolled her eyes back and unleashed a slow and throaty groan, fingers digging against Flash’s chest as she once more praised the boy - and not entirely for his own benefit, either.

“That’s it, that’s it…fuuuuuck, you’re going to push me over the edge, just…hnnng!”

She came nearly on the spot, and made sure to put on a damn good show while she did it. Her hips shook and her hands gripped at Flash’s shirt, pulling it up to the point that Fluttershy, Trixie, Pinkie, and Maud were free to admire his flat and toned belly. Her climax struck her with a particular level of intensity that spoke not only of how worked up she was but also the fact she came from an entirely different world than the CHS students - while they were still high school brats in a small town, she was a college bitch from the city, and her experiences were simply…wilder. Dirtier. More prone to thrashing, vulgar climaxes on the faces of cute virgin boys. Tempest Shadow roared like a lioness while she came, nestling her folds to Flash’s tongue while it extended, making sure all the others could see her pierced hood quiver and her nectar glaze over the boy’s face. She left his lips and cheeks a mess that perfectly matched her own thighs, which glistened once she finally peeled herself up and off of his face. There was no doubt that Twilight Sparkle would pick up some interesting aromas on her sheets when she went to bed that night, but Tempest couldn’t have cared less whose bed she’d just gotten eaten out in - she popped off, and that was good enough for her. As soon as she was on her knees she reached down to snatch Flash by the shirt collar, yanking him upward to the point that she was able to force a sudden, hungry kiss on his lips.

It wasn’t Flash’s first kiss, of course, but it was the first that was laced with such a level of raw, intense delight. The first that carried the flavor of a woman’s nectar, and the first that ended while his partner bit his bottom lip in a vigorous, dominant fashion. Even once the kiss had ended and Tempest Shadow was licking her lips, she nudged forward a little closer, nestling her knee against his package as she whispered in his ear. A tiny, short, playful voice - husky and hungry and meant only for him.

“You owe me, after that performance,” she purred, knowing full well just what she did for him and how much his stock had recently improved. “You’re okay, but you’re not that good. Yet.”

And with that, Tempest Shadow tossed Flash back to the mattress, leaving the boy completely stunned while she stood up from the bed. She was still dressed in her leather jacket yet her shirt remained up above her breasts, leaving her naked from the tits all the way down to her boots, showing off her pierced nipples and hood and what seemed like miles of toned, deep purple flesh. With her hands resting on her hips she regarded the group with a lazy smile, especially when Pinkie Pie scooped up Tempest’s pants and held them out for her.

“Heh, why bother?” Tempest cooed, and lowered a hand to rub her fingers through Pinkie’s hair - only to come back with an inexplicable cupcake that she put on Twilight’s nightstand. “They won’t be staying on for long, not the way this night’s goin’. But I’ll take that, thank you very much--” When she reached down she didn’t take the pants held by Pinkie, but rather the red party cup resting near her knees, still half-filled with whatever Pinkie hadn’t just slurped down. With a quick upending of the cup to her lips she chugged it all the way down, and then casually tossed the empty cup across Twilight’s room without a care for the girl’s privacy. Still a spectacle, still a wild and untamed force there at the Truth or Dare contest, Tempest Shadow stood with her pussy and breasts exposed and looking like nothing short of an absolute badass even while Flash Sentry started to recover. He was sitting upright and rubbing at the back of his head, blinking a few times at the various expressions meeting him. Though his cheeks were slathered with spit and nectar and his hair was a total mess, the way the girls looked at him was…interesting. Nice, even. Trixie and Fluttershy were blushing up a storm, Pinkie Pie looked like she was ready to lunge forward and lick his lips for him, and even Maud offered the faintest lifting of her brow.

Tempest Shadow really did do right by him. And she deserved a reward.

“Uh…you? The…the big girl that isn’t wearing any pants?” He still didn’t know her name, nor did he particularly care. “I dare you to…to…” A pause, and his mind spun - this was an opportunity to reward two people that had done him a favor at once. He swiftly pointed to where Big Mac sat shirtless, sporting his own enormous bulge at the front of a pair of tight fitting jeans. “I dare you to sit in Big Mac’s lap until someone dares you to get up.”

It might’ve sounded simple, but it was going to be a long night - and those two powerhouses together were going to make for an interesting scene. Tempest Shadow seemed to think as much, and she let her fingers tease through some of Flash’s hair in approving fashion before setting her sights on Big Mac.

“I can do that. Thanks, Blue,” she practically purred before rolling forward, walking with absolute confidence and authority to where Big Mac sat in quiet joy. His legs were folded underneath him and he was leaning back on his palms, a thin sheen of sweat collecting on his shoulders from the raw excitement that was hanging in the room. Soon, Tempest Shadow loomed in front of him at such a height that his mouth could’ve easily been stretched forward to tend to her pussy, and while Big Mac was treated to the heated aroma of the college girl’s wet slit, Tempest simply rested a hand on her hip while she spoke to him.

“Hmm, how do you want it, big guy?” She spoke the words with such presence and authority that it was obvious she expected to not merely be sitting for long. “Do you wanna stare at the back of my head while we do it? Or should I give you these to look at?” And on that note, she lifted her hands below her tits and jiggled them briefly.

Big Mac was never the most verbose sort, and this…this was certainly a new experience for him. As Maud, Pinkie, Trixie, and Fluttershy stood in a semi-circle around the pair, it was impossible for him to not feel on the spot. How could he answer in a way that made him sound like a mature and responsible young man while also making sure Tempest’s tits were grinding against his chest all night? Finally he reached up to rub at the back of his head, giving his best sheepish farm boy look while he spoke.

“Well, uh…figure if you sit facin’ me, it’ll be…uh…easier to talk,” he finally nodded. “Yup.”

“Talk. Right.”

The smug smile on Tempest’s face was enormous as she lowered herself down, practically oozing into Big Mac’s lap. She didn’t sit there so much as straddled him, pressing her knees to the carpet while she brought her exposed nethers squarely down against his bulge. From there, her arms stretched out so she could truly explore her new chair - palms smoothing back and forth across his toned chest, tracing the muscles of his abdomen, and eventually moving over his shoulders. His massive, broad shoulders that made her actively quiver. From the shoulders to the arms she continued to fondle him, her nipples stiffening amidst the piercings and her breath catching in her throat. As Big Mag was left a goosebump-riddled mess Tempest just kept fawning over him, up until the point that a particularly annoying, bratty voice escaped from behind them.

“Uhm, hello?” Trixie huffed again, her nose scrunched up in a fierce scowl. “It’s your turn to dare someone. The rules aren’t hard, you know, you should’ve picked them up by now.”

“Huh? The fuc--” Tempest barely looked over her shoulder, still so…very, very interested in pawing at Big Mac. “--fuck, you’re annoying. Fine. Pinkie Pie, I dare you to chug a beer.” She paused, and then quickly added. “And if anyone dares me to get off of this stud’s lap anytime soon, it’ll spell trouble for them.”

To that end, neither Tempest Shadow or Big Mac were paying much attention to anything that happened next. When Pinkie Pie received her dare she almost instantly pouted, flopping down to her knees and giving a long whine. A whine that Tempest didn’t acknowledge and Big Mac didn’t seem able to hear - leaving it up to the others to contend with Pinkie Pie’s genuinely understandable concern.

“Whhhhyyyyy haven’t I gotten dared to do anything dirty yet?!” She pouted, her arms hanging limp at her sides. She swiftly gestured around the room to the others, counting them off with nothing short of raw, sugar-blasted jealousy. “Maud got to play with herself, Fluttershy got to give a handjob, Flash got to eat a pussy, Big Mac and Tempest have their thing, and Trixie got to lick Maud’s face!” The last one seemed like the most raw point of contention judging from her voice, but still, Pinkie played along. She stretched out an open hand and stuck out her bottom lip, pouting while she silently requested a beer.

“Here you go, Pinkie,” Maud moved to press a cold one in her hand - one of the six pack that Tempest had recovered from the hall. After giving her little sister a beer to chug she moved a hand up to pat her shoulder, and though her motions looked mechanical and emotionless, they still seemed to do a great deal of work in cheering Pinkie Pie up. “I promise, the next time it’s my turn I’ll dare you to do something dirty.”

“Aww, you will?” Pinkie bounced back and forth on her knees, her eyes shining at the prospect. “Really Maud, you promise?!”

“I Pinkie promise,” Maud invoked the most precious and sacred sacrament between the two - and it was recognized as such by the others who gave a collectively surprised look. It continued as Maud’s voice droned forward, supplementing her sweet vow to her sister with something that was deeply, genuinely unsisterlike. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. I will dare you to do something so dirty and slutty that it’ll be hard to look Mom and Dad in the face tomorrow morning.”

“Aww, I love you, Maud!” Pinkie squeezed her sister close, tipped the beer to her lips, and…essentially inhaled it. If Tempest Shadow knew Pinkie Pie beyond the fact that she was silly and hot, she would’ve known that chugging a beer for her was basically nothing. If Pinkie Pie could down a dozen milkshakes in a full day, then a cold one was nothing, and she did it all while Maud was still nuzzled against her. Before Pinkie Pie could toss the empty can aside, Maud reached out and plucked it from her sister’s hand - pressed it up against her own forehead, and crunched it flat in a single motion. From there, the two sisters just smiled at each other, a mutual understanding between them. As different as they were, much like Big Mac and Flash Sentry, they’d have each other’s backs at the party.

“Hmph, well, you just can’t dare Maud next, Pinkie Pie!” The resident spicy bitch of the game, Trixie Lulamoon, made her presence known again. “If you want Maud to dare you, that’s not fair if you give her a dare and pass her a turn! Isn’t that right, Flash? Fluttershy?”

“Uh, I don’t really care.”

“Me neither, Trixie, it--”

“You see? We all care about the rules!” Trixie lifted her nose in the air as she regarded the Pie sisters, and to a lesser extent, Tempest Shadow and Big Mac who were deeply ignoring the rest of the room at that point. Trixie had been in rising bitch mode ever since she was dared to clean the cum off of Maud’s face - pushed to that point by an arousal that had no outlet, and had been forced to build with every subsequent dare. Big Mac’s shirtlessness, that wild display of Tempest getting eaten out, the breast groping competition, and now Tempest and Big Mac practically dry humping in the corner?! It was too much for the little blue bitch, and if she didn’t get hers soon, then she was going to snap! “You have to dare someone other than Maud, Pinkie! Maybe…maybe dare Flash? Maybe dare him to do something to one of us? Not Fluttershy, I think she’s about to cry.”

“Actually, uhm, I’m having more fun than I thou--”

“Quiet, Fluttershy, Pinkie’s making her choice of who to dare.” Trixie sighed, and rolled her eyes in elaborate fashion. “I swear, it’s like only the Great and Powerful Trixie cares about the rules around he--”

“Aww, that’s it, you party pooping spoil sport crankypants!” Pinkie Pie suddenly snapped, unleashing upon Trixie the equivalent of a full-throated verbal beatdown. For her, at least. Her hair was frazzled and extra-poofy and one of her eyes was twitching as she glared at Trixie - fueled by a combination of arousal, booze, irritation, and the typical massive amount of sugar that flowed through her body. “We need way less sassy and way more sweet out of you, and I know just how to do it!” She suddenly flashed a hand forward, pointing across the room to Twilight Sparkle’s closet. “I dare you to go in there and make out with Fluttershy for ten whole minutes!”

Trixie - and Fluttershy beside her, who hadn’t been consulted - simply squeaked.

***

Fluttershy didn’t know if the fact that the others couldn’t see them was a blessing or a curse. As she and Trixie shuffled into Twilight Sparkle’s closet and Pinkie Pie shut the door behind them, the two girls were plunged into darkness, the last thing each other saw being the nervous eyes of the girl they were about to make out with. Fluttershy, blushing up a storm despite her dirtier side awakening during the game of Truth or Dare - and Trixie, still dressed like a budget Twilight Sparkle, the sudden dare being enough to stifle even her stubborn behavior. They looked at each other as the door shut and darkness overtook them, and Pinkie Pie’s voice carried out from beyond it.

“Annnnnnnd go!”

The clock was ticking, and both Trixie and Fluttershy’s hearts were racing. In the seconds after Pinkie Pie called for them both of their eyes slowly began to adjust, at least enough to make out the vague shape of the other girl in the darkness. And to the credit of both, neither girl suggested simply…faking what they had been called to do. Not that they didn’t think of it, of course. Trixie and Fluttershy didn’t really want to kiss each other, and so there was truly nothing stopping them from simply pretending that they did and slipping out of the closet ten minutes later with nobody at the party any wiser. And yet…neither girl suggested that, and they even started to drift closer.

“Just…just make sure you’re ready,” Trixie murmured as she approached, pushing her hands to Fluttershy’s knees as she leaned forward. “The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t want to stop and lose the game just because you can’t handle what an amazing kisser she is.”

“Well, I…I don’t want you to stop, so…uhm…” Fluttershy’s response sounded less like a bold statement of resistance to Trixie’s bratty nature and more like a gentle beg to continue before they even began, and she acknowledged as much with a tiny grunt and a nibble on her bottom lip. Finally she offered a frustrated lamentation, her hands balling into tiny fists as she lifted her shoulders. “You…you know what I mean! Let’s just get this over with, Trixie, you’ve been mean to me all night! And it’s about time you do something that’s at least a little bit nice for me!”

And with that, Fluttershy’s hands suddenly lunged forward, and she seized Trixie by the shirt collar before suddenly, stunningly pulling her across the distance between the two. It was her that sealed the kiss first - the unlikely option to do so for certain, and yet when she yanked Trixie against her Fluttershy made sure to greet the annoying would-be stage magician with a full kiss with parted, soft lips. The impact was subtle but undeniable at first, their faces held close and Fluttershy’s hands remaining locked around Trixie’s collar, grip firm and refusing to relent until she was sure that Trixie wouldn’t pull away. And Trixie, for her part and to her credit, seemed to have no interest in doing so.

The annoying blue bitch had really put up a fuss that night, and it was true that she had been harder on Fluttershy than anyone else at the party. But in her defense, it was easy to pick on the pink-haired girl. Fun, too! But…maybe not as much fun as it was kissing her, and Trixie swiftly learned that much mere seconds after they started to kiss. Fluttershy’s parted lips nudged against her own as they shared breath for a few heated seconds, and it wasn’t long before Trixie’s hands had moved up and forward, holding first to Fluttershy’s waist before slowly, experimentally, closing all the way around in something resembling an embrace.

The closet door remained closed while the two kissed, and it afforded them a level of privacy that they needed in order to truly indulge in everything that was burning between them. If the eyes of the others were upon them, they likely never would have nudged a little closer, and almost certainly would have kept their lips sealed tight so they could kiss without any genuine intimacy. Still…there was something between the pair that had finally been ignited, perhaps encouraged by the booze and the party atmosphere and certainly by the arousal that all the teens had been experiencing, and it was pouring over across the pair in a moment of growing delight. Trixie and Fluttershy knew they were enjoying the kiss by the time the first two minutes were up, and by the time the first four were over, they had a pretty good idea that the other girl was enjoying herself as well.

By minute five, they were growing bold, brave, even passionate with their tongues slowly starting to work forward, and though half their time was exhausted they made a silent agreement to make the most of what they had left by means of a tight embrace that was suddenly, hungrily shared.

Fluttershy made a faint whimper against Trixie’s mouth, squeezing her chest to that of the other’s, her arms locked around Trixie’s back to hold them as close as possible. When their lips briefly parted to gasp for air she was left quivering and blushing in the darkness, her fingers drawing taut at the girl’s clothes, desperate for the kiss to be rejoined before long. When Trixie replaced it, she did so by giving Fluttershy a series of short, hot kisses at the corner of her lips before nudging them together anew, and when they connected things somehow grew all the more passionate. The gentle bullying, the teasing, the hiding behind each other…it was all making sense now as the two girls hungrily kissed at each other, tongues twirling and weaving, sharing each other’s flavor. And Trixie, surprisingly, found herself enjoying the taste of Fluttershy even more than she liked the taste of Flash’s cum as licked from Maud’s face. Both lovely flavors she’d love to sample again, but Fluttershy’s won out by just a little bit.

As the kiss continued, Fluttershy’s mind was left spinning, thinking about all the little ways that Trixie had antagonized her. How she was the one that told her to jerk off Flash Sentry, how she was the one that constantly undermined and teased her throughout the evening. And Fluttershy, despite herself, only found the need to kiss Trixie harder and more desperately, falling completely into the moment as her tongue swirled, as she squeezed the girl a little closer, as she even crawled up into her lap. Before long Trixie’s back was pressed against the wall of Twilight’s closet and Fluttershy was rocking her hips against her, allowing momentum and teenage hormones to control the pace in a way that she herself typically never would have. She threaded the fingers of one hand up into Trixie’s hair while the other moved down her waist, tugged at some of Twilight’s clothing that was still snug around Trixie’s body, and even moved to the very edge of her skirt to allowing a few delicate fingertips to pass over smooth, trembling blue flesh. All while the kiss maintained, fierce and intense, with the two whimpering against each other and losing complete and total track of time. Something that would, effectively, bite them in the ass before too long.

While it continued, they were free to enjoy an intimacy with one another that they hadn’t known before that point, but once they heard Pinkie Pie’s knock, everything came crashing to a sudden halt. Pinkie’s hand lifted on the door and crashed against it a few times in rapid succession, and Trixie and Fluttershy actively gasped as their lips parted with ribbons of spit connecting their lips and a shared blush on both of their faces. Trixie squirmed in the dim light underneath Fluttershy’s gaze and the shy young woman frantically, desperately tried to scramble off of Trixie’s lap, only peeling herself away just as the door started to slide open.

Beyond the door, things looked much like how they left them. Flash Sentry was sitting on the edge of the bed with a visible bulge to his jeans, Maud and Pinkie Pie were sitting on the floor nearby, with the latter girl leaned forward just far enough to swing the door open to the closet. Tempest Shadow and Big Mac were still thoroughly occupied in the corner, with Big Mac sandwiched in place as she thrust her heavy chest against his, holding him first and fast while they spoke. Or, to be more accurate, while she spoke and Big Mac listened, simply savoring the way the naked bitch was resting on his lap. Trixie and Fluttershy were blushing desperately in the aftermath of their kiss and they stared in mutual shock at the others, waiting for one of them - any of them - to say something and break the tension that had built between them over the past ten minutes. Thankfully, Pinkie Pie could always be counted on to do that, even if it was done in a way that made both of them yelp.

“Sooooo, I’m guessing it went welllll,” she giggled, and pointed straight down between the two, to where Fluttershy and Trixie were still holding hands. Her joyful giggle was drowned out by the sudden yelp both girls offered, as they fell into their own natural style of trying to compensate for the awkwardness. Fluttershy squirmed and twitched and ran her hands down her hair, pulling it in front of her face to hide, and meanwhile, Trixie did the only thing she really knew how to do in order to defend herself: double down on being a real bitch.

“Maud?” Her eyes flashed towards the gray-skinned, stoic girl that had caused her no true problems that night, but now served as an instrument of her revenge. Her revenge against Pinkie Pie for the horrible sin of making her kiss a cute girl and feel slightly self-conscious about it! “Maud, I dare you to not talk to Pinkie Pie for the rest of the night!”

Her words filled the air like a crack of thunder, with even Big Mac and Tempest Shadow lifting their heads to regard the bold statement. The color sank from Pinkie Pie’s cheeks as her big sister was dared the unthinkable, forced into a violation of a Pinkie Promise! The scandal! The horror! The tragedy! With big blue eyes shimmering in sadness, Pinkie Pie folded her hands together in a desperate, beseeching gesture towards first Trixie and then Maud, gazing in between the two like a frightened puppy. On one hand, all Pinkie saw was Trixie’s smug and triumphant grin - relishing in the overt bitchiness she’d embraced. On the other, Maud’s face was as emotionless as ever, practically sculpted from stone for how little she perceived Trixie’s slight. Her eyes slowly blinked, and when Pinkie Pie pushed herself in front of Maud to offer that pleading gesture, the big sister of the two slowly lifted her hand to press it to Pinkie’s forehead - just long enough to gently push her out of Trixie’s line of fire.

“Fine. I won’t talk to my sister until tomorrow morning.” Maud spoke, and with every word Pinkie Pie flinched as if she was being hit by another freight train. The pink-haired girl whimpered, whined, clung to Maud and blubbered - up until the point that her purple-haired elder sister found a workaround to still fulfill her end of the bargain. She did, after all, Pinkie Promise to get her little sister something dirty to do. And just because she couldn’t speak to Pinkie Pie, that didn’t mean she couldn’t include her in a dare. “Flash?”

“Uh…yeah?” Flash blinked, tilting his head and squeezing his thighs together. Even he could read the room and know that something new was coming - some wild, strange twist for the party to take that may lead to even more exciting adventures for his teenage hormones. When Maud spoke again, he swiftly realized he wasn’t wrong - though he quite nearly fainted upon hearing her.

“I dare you to have sex with my little sister in front of all of us, on Twilight Sparkle’s bed.”

The first question that Flash would’ve asked was whether or not Pinkie Pie wanted to, but considering the obscenely excited squeak that the young woman made upon hearing the dare, it was a safe bet that…yes. Yes, she was on board.

***

Things had completely gone off the rails at Twilight Sparkle’s party that night, and that was just in one room! All across the party, things seemed to be getting out of hand, and Shining Armor was starting to feel more than a little exasperated. As he opened up the pantry to the kitchen his expression went immediately sour, and he lowered a hand to grab a girl by the scruff of the back of her shirt.

“You know you’re not allowed here tonight.”

“Aww, c’mon, Shining Armor!” Apple Bloom whined, holding a beer bottle that she’d clearly been struggling to get open. A bottle, of course, that Shining Armor pulled from her hands and set on the counter before walking her to the back door of the kitchen. “Everyone else is havin’ fun, and I just wanna see what my big sister is like when she lets her hair do-waauuugh!”

Shining Armor swung open the door and effectively tossed Apple Bloom right out onto the lawn, just like he had Scootaloo before her.

“Freaking kids,” he grumbled, but wasn’t merely talking about the two actual children that had to be evicted. The teens at the party were every bit as much of a problem, and no sooner did Flash kick out Apple Bloom did he have to close the fridge door, since somebody had left it hanging open on one of their trips to grab a new beer. The sound within the party was almost overwhelming - blasting music and chattering students, and Shining couldn’t help but wonder: were his high school party adventures this irritating?! Not that he could really remember, but then…he did date Cadance in high school, so there were probably a few shenanigans he simply wasn’t thinking about at the moment. With a grunt, Shining Armor turned off the kitchen faucet to stop it from running and closed the fridge door again after Ditzy Doo dropped by for a snack, and finally the young man pushed himself from the kitchen to the living room, trying to yell above the noise. “Twiliiiiiiight! Twilight, where are you at?!”

He likely would’ve scoured through the party looking for her, even including checking her bedroom, but before it came to that Twilight emerged from the crowd. The nerdy young woman was clearly tipsy, her eyes half-lidded and a blush taking over her cheeks, but she seemed…happy. Ish. And that was at least enough to spare her from an immediate harsh word from her brother.

“Shining! Shiiiining!” She beamed, grasping onto his bicep and pulling him to the side. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered to her big brother, and as she leaned in he could pick up the heavy scent of booze on her. She wasn’t completely blasted yet, but she was sure getting there - and a girl like Twilight wasn’t really the sort to have a strong tolerance. “Guess…guess what!”

“Twilight, I’m not really in the mood for guessing games, your friends are making a massive mes-”

“No, that’s not what, silly!” Twilight suddenly giggled, a noise of pure, drunken delight rising from her throat. “I was talking to Sunset Shimmer, y’know, just…just girl talk! And I asked her if she was interested in anyone at the party!”

“Oh?” Shining Armor arched an eyebrow, and even allowed a small smile to creep across his face. It was hard for Twilight to hide how she had certain…feelings for the redhead, and though Shining had never pushed the issue with his sister, it was nice to see her excited. Fully expecting some good news, he gave Twilight a tiny nudge, murmuring in response. “And what did she say?”

Upon hearing the question, the color drained from Twilight Sparkle’s cheeks, her eyes opened up wide with worry and nervousness, and her lower lip quivered. She suddenly took a half-step away from her brother before speaking, voice ringing with disappointment - not because of Sunset’s answer, but because…

“Oh no, I didn’t wait for her to answer before running to tell you!”

And just like that, Twilight Sparkle was gone from her brother’s side, racing back into the crowd and leaving him pressing his palm against his face. If nothing else, the exchange made the young man feel a little better about the situation. Sure, there were plenty of messes to clean up and he was reasonably sure he just saw Sweetie Belle slither in through a window and promptly fall behind the couch like a lost sock, but it was nice to see his dorky little sister happy. Ish. And he could only hope that she’d get the answers she was seeking before this group of surprisingly rowdy teenagers tore the entire house apart.

As he moved through the party, Shining Armor handled them expertly - or at least admirably, considering he was only a few years off from their relative innocence. When Bulk Biceps looked like he was about to topple over on his face, Shining gently pushed a hand to the big guy’s chest and eased him in the opposite direction so he harmlessly sat down on the couch. When Octavia - with a joint hanging from her mouth - looked like she was going to take off her top and dance, Shining Armor first gently lowered the girl’s shirt back down over her belly before plucking the joint from her lips. He even took a brief hit off it because he certainly needed to relax, at which point he scrunched up his nose and regarded the musician with a scowl.

“This isn’t weed. Are you pretending to be high?” he murmured, with a flat expression. It was nothing more than a clove cigarette, but when he saw the look on Octavia’s face, it was clear what was going on. She looked more than a little embarrassed, and even offered him a pleading look as if to silently beg him not to tell the others. Finally he rolled his eyes and snuffed out the cigarette, moving on with a tiny grumble. “Just keep your shirt on, please? I’m begging you to not make this difficult for me.”

Not that Octavia wouldn’t have been a nice young woman to see topless, but…still. This party was already getting wildly, massively, intensely out of hand. Shining Armor knew that a healthy part of keeping this sort of thing in check was prevention. There were certain students that, sometimes through no fault of their own, had a tendency to make these sorts of social gatherings more…active. The social butterflies that would inspire others to greatness, even if the term “greatness” in this context meant hanging naked from the ceiling and asking the pizza guy if he was holding. Quietly, Shining Armor took stock of the crowd. Rarity and Applejack were in the corner pretending to be sophisticated, drinking beer out of his parents’ wine glasses. Rainbow Dash was challenging anyone that walked past her to a push-up competition, and while that was a surefire way to make one of them throw up on the ground, that was…that was fine. He’d rather mop up some sick than have to explain to the cops why there were two dozen drunk students roaming around the house. Twilight and Sunset were somewhere behaving, he was sure, and while he couldn’t actually see Fluttershy, it was ridiculous to think that she was causing trouble. Heck, she was probably hiding behind the couch, and she could watch Sweetie Belle for a while.

But it was then that Shining Armor’s blood ran cold, his heart leapt into his throat, and goosebumps rose on his skin. His eyes opened and his arms hung limp, a wash of fear creeping over him that was akin to the sensation of someone marching over his future grave.

Pinkie Pie was nowhere to be seen.

End of Chapter 3.

Chapter Four

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There’s No Party Like a Sparkle Party
Chapter Four
-by Drace Domino

Shining Armor couldn’t even think of anything more dangerous at a high school party than a drunk, unsupervised Pinkie Pie. The girl was nothing short of an element of chaos under the very best of circumstances, but in this particular situation, the possibilities were downright chilling. These various Canterlot High students were already pushing the boundaries of what Shining Armor was prepared to tolerate - more than a few of them grinding against each other inappropriately and almost all of them guzzling beer at a rate that Shining was sure he and his friends had never done - but with Pinkie Pie somewhere in the mix? He shuddered, and his heart literally skipped a beat in worry. Best case scenario? He’d be scrubbing frosting off of the ceiling and his parents would be finding sprinkles in the carpet for months to come. Worst case? In nine months, Canterlot High would have a few dozen students taking off for maternity leave. It was perhaps the most urgent moment of Shining Armor’s life as he rushed through the party in search of Pinkie Pie, knowing that whatever chaos befell these students was ultimately his responsibility. After all, he was the one that had allowed Twilight Sparkle to have the party. He was the one that assured her it’d be okay. He was the one that bought at least some of the beer.

Honestly, the longer he thought about it, the more the young man was realizing that this whole thing was a bad idea from the start. He just wanted to be a cool, good big brother so much! Twilight Sparkle was a wonderful little sister that never asked him for anything and was always kind and selfless, and it was so good to see her finally making friends after she left Crystal Prep, and…the boy paused and sighed, resting a hand against the wall as he took a moment to sort out his emotions. Getting worked up and twisted into knots wasn’t going to do anyone any good. He was, after all, the sole voice of reason and adult maturity at the party - if everything was going to be okay, it was going to be okay by his action and his action alone. After taking a few deep breaths and bracing himself, Shining Armor lifted his head and once more scanned the crowd.

It was clear that Pinkie Pie wasn’t in the living room, kitchen, or lawn. If she was, it would’ve been obvious, and not just because her giant poof of pink hair stood out like a signal flare. A quick peek in the basement revealed that the only people down there were a few of the nerdier kids that brought a video game console to play while they sipped beers and ate snacks. For Shining Armor’s money, easily his favorite of Twilight’s visitors of the night. The more rooms that Shining Armor dismissed as host to Pinkie Pie further reaffirmed his worst fears and the worst case scenario - the knowledge that if she wasn’t in the living room, dining room, kitchen, lawn, or basement, then…she was almost certainly in a bedroom.

Once more, he shuddered.

Shining Armor moved up the stairs swiftly, pushing past some of Twilight’s friends and doing his best to navigate the swarm of students. Some of these kids he didn’t even recognize, but that much was to be expected - a wild party on a Friday night in a city like this was bound to attract students from all over. He kept an eye out for anyone that looked a little too young to be there, but otherwise…there were bigger fish to fry, and he didn’t particularly care if a student from three schools over had to live with the knowledge that his first sexual experience was getting drunkenly fondled by Ditzy Doo who promptly spilled salsa on his lap.

The first bedroom Shining Armor checked was his own, but with a sigh of relief he learned that locking his door before the party had been a good idea. A quick peek inside revealed that his room was unmolested and unbothered, and he quickly shut the door and went right back to locking it, content that at the very least his personal space remained sacred. As he headed towards his parents’ bedroom, however, Shining Armor hit his first roadblock - or rather, they hit him from behind.

“Hiiiiii!”

“Shining Armooooor!”

Two of Twilight Sparkle’s friends - for the life of him Shining Armor couldn’t remember their names - practically jumped on his back. The young man staggered forward and stretched his hands behind himself, balancing the girls as best he could while pivoting his head from side to side. One of them was a soft green in skin color with hair the color of fresh mint, and the other sported a swirl of deep blue hair and carried the blushing look of a truly tipsy young woman. As Shining Armor tried to ease them down onto their feet the two girls just kept hanging to him, eventually each one grasping one of his arms while Shining tried to make sense of the sudden rush of attention.

“Uh, h-hi, girls, you’re…you’re…”

“This cutie is Bon Bon!” The green girl slapped her free arm around her friend’s shoulders, wiggling her back and forth for Shining Armor’s amusement.

“And this hot tamale is Lyra!” Bon Bon reciprocated by introducing the other girl. They pressed so close together that their cheeks were touching as they regarded Twilight’s big brother, both holding onto his arms in a desperate bid to keep him close. “Wooow, you’re really tall, you know that? We saw you when you dropped Twilight Sparkle off at the pep rally last month, but…did you get taller?”

“You definitely got taller. And tougher! Have you been working out? I bet you’ve been working out,” Lyra chimed in, adding to the chaos and sheer bewildering nature of their presence. The two seemed absolutely determined to fawn attention over Twilight Sparkle’s brother, holding him and each other, trying to guide his attention purely upon them both. “How are you doing, Shining Armor? Aside from all the working out, of course.”

“What? Working out? I--” Shining blinked a bit, truly overwhelmed by it all. The worry over Pinkie Pie’s unsupervised existence was still very much a present concern inside of him, but the sheer noise of the party combined with the sudden onslaught of attention by these two was enough to give him pause. He didn’t even realize that Bon Bon and Lyra had guided his hands to their own backsides, encouraging him to fondle their rumps. Even when he did, it didn’t really process in the young man’s brain - so confused he was as they kept putting on the pressure. “I’m sorry, girls, I’m -- have you seen Pinkie Pie at all?”

“Pinkie? No, but why would you want to find Pinkie Pie? She’s…oof, she’s so annoying, Shining Armor!” Lyra practically pouted at the mention of her name, and gave an indignant huff. “And flat! She’s so flat!”

She was far from flat, but that was hardly the point.

“Yeah, who needs Pinkie Pie? Not us! Not you and me and Lyra, right?” Bon Bon agreed, and put on her absolute best attempt at a seductive look - half-lidded eyes and a sloppy, lopsided grin. “But hey, Shining Armor? We could really use your help with something. It won’t take very long, only…like…maybe an hour?”

“Maybe two?”

“Yeah, what Lyra said, maybe three hours?”

“Three hours?! What?” Shining Armor finally peeled himself away from the pair, left covered in the blended scent of their perfumes and the aroma of booze that gently clung to them. He pushed the last feet through the hall he needed to reach his parents bedroom, speaking while he did so. “Look, girls, I’m sorry, I’m really busy right now. I’ll help you out with whatever it is once I’m done. If someone’s bothering you just go find Twilight and hang out with her, okay?”

With a deep breath the boy threw the door to his parents’ bedroom open, and breathed a sigh of relief. Nobody there. And even though it looked like the sheets were a mess and the blanket had been thrown half off of the mattress, even though it was obvious some students had been getting frisky there, Shining Armor wasn’t worried about the past. He just had to make sure nobody was getting knocked up right now. After he checked their room Shining Armor darted off to the final room he needed to check, leaving Bon Bon and Lyra standing there, both pouting and both with their arms draped across their chests.

“Hmph. That was rude.” Lyra scowled, and gazed at her girlfriend. “Bon Bon, he wouldn’t even consider joining us!”

“It’s okay, Lyra, he’s clearly busy. He said he’d help fuck us later.” Bon Bon had clearly misheard him, but…in her defense, she was fairly wobbly. And with that in mind, she wobbled towards the master bedroom - the very same one the two girls had just spent the past few hours messing up the sheets in. “C’mon, hot stuff, let’s get each other ready for him! I’ll make sure that lil’ green pussy is nice and wet for when Twilight’s big brother comes by to stuff it!”

Lyra just gave an excited giggle, took her girlfriend’s hands, and followed her right back inside.

***

Shining Armor’s march towards his little sister’s bedroom felt like a slow march on death row. With no sign of Pinkie Pie yet, it was a foregone conclusion that she was behind that closed door - and that very same door had noises coming from behind it that were damning, to say the least. Muffled moans that he could just barely make out through the noise of the party downstairs. The occasional bark and yelp of cheers from other students, letting him know that whatever was going on…there was an audience. And worst of all, the squeaking springing noise of a box spring and bed frame, constant and rhythmic.

Shining Armor gave a nervous swallow as he reached out a hand and braced it on the doorknob, closing his eyes and murmuring softly to himself.

“...please, let her just be jumping on the bed.”

His prayer wasn’t answered. At least not that specific one - but others? The night was still young.

As Shining Armor swung open the door and stepped inside, what he found was more chaos than he’d ever imagined. There were empty beer bottles, cans, and red party cups strewn about his little sister’s bedroom, and the smell of booze was noticeable thanks to the relatively small space it was packed inside. In one corner of the room, a massive girl that he did not recognize wasn’t wearing pants or panties, and she was sitting with her back against a shirtless Big Mac, holding one of the farm boy’s hands in her lap and guiding him to paw at her pussy. In another direction, Maud Pie and Fluttershy sat with their attention turning briefly up towards him - and while both girls weren’t actively doing anything incriminating, the sheer look on Fluttershy’s face suggested that many, many wicked deeds had been done that night. Maud Pie simply held up her beer for Shining Armor to partake of, but the older boy didn’t accept, instead allowing his eyes to dart further across the room.

Across the room to the bed. His little sister’s bed, mind, where Flash Sentry and Pinkie Pie were having full-blown, penetrative, drunken teenage sex.

Neither one of them seemed to notice at first, so wrapped up as they were in their very first time. Pinkie Pie was on top for the moment, her back turned towards the bedroom door but still obviously stripped of every bit of clothing. She was riding high on Flash’s lap, bouncing up and down while the young man grasped her by the hips, helping to keep her steady while he thrust from below every second or so. The bed constantly squeaked from the impact of their fun and it looked like the pair were having the times of their lives, with Pinkie Pie either grasping at Flash’s shoulders or simply waving her arms around in celebration, giggling as he drilled her down to the depths. The only consolation that Shining Armor could take in the heat of the moment was when he gazed down at where Pinkie was riding only to see that Flash’s cock - surprisingly big, considering the boy’s mild demeanor - was tinted in a rich purple condom that was currently glistening in Pinkie’s juice. That alone was enough to give Shining Armor a sigh of relief, at least until he heard a voice escape from behind him just past the door.

“Ugh, it’s awful, isn’t it?” Trixie Lulamoon’s bratty voice filled the air as she stepped up, closing the door behind Flash and folding her arms over her chest. “Nobody wants to see that. It’s so irresponsible.”

“Huh? Yeah, yeah, it’s really irrespo--” Shining Armor paused as he turned his head to see Trixie, his eyes narrowing and his face taking on a look of outright, stunned confusion. “--are you wearing my little sister’s old Crystal Prep uniform?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Trixie huffed, though her indignation only lasted a few seconds before she suddenly twirled and spoke in a slightly-drunken haze. “But…don’t I look cute in it? I didn’t like it at first, but it’s really growing on me!”

Shining Armor just gave a pathetic whimper from the back of his throat as he surveyed the chaos - and the chaos surveyed him in turn. The other members of the Truth or Dare game slowly noticed him one by one, each one with their own reaction that spoke of just how much they cared they’d been caught. Big Mac suddenly blushed and recoiled, trying to hide his face behind Tempest Shadow - and when the rough-looking girl realized their new visitor, she actively pivoted her hips to make sure he could see the fact that two of Big Mac’s fingers were stuffed inside of her pussy. She even lifted one hand to curl a few fingers and gesture for him to come on over and join in, which Shining Armor declined with a stunned blink as he gazed back at the sight of Pinkie and Flash going at it. Flash himself caught sight of the older boy and gave a sudden gasp - his eyes going wide and his hands locking against Pinkie’s hips even tighter, so much so that it alerted her, as well. As a result, the two were both left crying out at the same time, and each one with their own respective flair.

“Oh geez, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“Hiiiiii Shining Armor!”

Pinkie Pie spun - actually spun on Flash’s cock - with a sudden swing of her legs and a well-balanced pivot. She brought herself to mount the boy in the opposite direction without once taking his rod from her nethers, and in doing so started to buck back against him from a whole new angle while she allowed her exposed body to be witnessed by the others. Contrary to Bon Bon and Lyra’s claims, Pinkie Pie was far from flat - it seemed like all the sugar and candy she ate seemed to add weight in the most pleasing of places, noticeably her rump, her hips, and those gorgeous, swaying, overflowing breasts. How she managed to hide it all in her usual outfit was beyond Shining Armor. Her wonderful pink tits were jiggling not just from the thrusts she was giving Flash Sentry but from the fact she was waving at Shining Armor with a big, enthusiastic grin on her face - not ashamed at all to be caught, and if anything else, happy that a new friend showed up to play.

“We’re almost done, Shining Armor!” Pinkie giggled. “And once we are, it’s my turn to ask someone Truth or Dare!”

And with that, it all made sense. The pantless girl riding a shirtless boy. The “dog that knows they broke a vase” look in Fluttershy’s eyes. The active sex going on in Twilight Sparkle’s bed in front of one of the participants’ older sister. And last but not least, the presence of Trixie Lulamoon dressed like the girl who usually called that bedroom her sanctuary. Shining Armor simply facepalmed, his eyes closing and something in the back of his head teasing him, tickling him, reminding him of days passed. He’d played Truth or Dare back in his day, too, and he would’ve been lying if he said that his own games hadn’t led to…similar results. For that matter, he’d played Truth or Dare with Cadance, which was the equivalent of skydiving without a parachute. And at the very least…they were using a condom. By all blessed miracles, by all good fortune from above, by all precious fragments of common sense that existed in a large group of drunken, horny teenagers…they were using protection.

“Fine, fine, go ahead and finish.” Shining Armor gave a sigh, before looking over to the other side of the room. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”

“I’m the girl with space for two more fingers, stud.” Tempest Shadow barked back, at which point Shining Armor just grunted.

“Forget I asked.”

Pinkie Pie’s triumphant ride didn’t last all that much longer - especially since she had the extra excitement building on her senses of having Shining Armor watch from across the room. And the young man, despite himself, was indeed watching. He would’ve had to have been nuts to not - Pinkie Pie was surprisingly appealing in her completely bare state, and at the end of the day, Shining Armor was still a college boy with lusts that were very much in line with his age. And since he wasn’t technically the one that had introduced himself to this particular environment, it was…well, granted, if his parents walked in right at that moment he’d certainly have some explaining to do. But since that wasn’t going to happen, there was no good reason why he couldn’t lean back and watch the show unfold.

Pinkie Pie put on a hell of one, too. She bounced up and down joyfully, slapping her own big, pink breasts when she wasn’t squeezing them for the entertainment of everyone watching. Fluttershy and Trixie, Big Mac and Tempest Shadow, even Maud were all captivated by the scene going on before them - from the way Pinkie’s hair and breasts both bounced in joyful tandem to the sight of Flash Sentry’s throbbing unit gripped in a skintight hold by the condom. The wet noises of impact with every subsequent thrust filled the air to the point that all of the respective parties started to get excited, and while Tempest and Big Mac weren’t particularly shy about how worked up they were, not even Shining Armor could resist the urge to tent his jeans. The boy nibbled at his bottom lip and pressed against the closed door to his little sister’s room, almost trying to subconsciously secure it shut so nothing would interrupt the show. Still, he found himself forcing a question to the forefront of his mind, half-whispering it to the girl nearby that was dressed as his beloved little sister.

“Have…have you all been doing this kind of thing all night?” He was half-worried about the answer, but still quite relieved that Twilight wasn’t in the room. “How far have things gone?”

“Oh, not that far.” Trixie simply scoffed and waved a hand dismissively through the air, just before resting it on her hip. She was standing rather close to Shining Armor while they watched Pinkie bounce and giggle, and even inched a little closer while she spoke - taking the advantage to draw her slender figure up against Shining’s impressive, fit physique. “Let’s see…Fluttershy gave Flash a handjob, and then he came on Maud’s face. So I licked it up off of her, and then Maud masturbated in front of us with your little sister’s vibrator. Then when Tempest Shadow joined us, she rode Flash’s face for a whil--”

“Okay, okay, that’s…I don’t even think I want to know any more,” Shining Armor lied, his jeans tenting more than ever. “And…wow. Flash really did all that? Just tonight?” He had to admit he was impressed with the young man’s inclusion in the festivities that evening, but by the same token there was a certain level of bro sympathy towards Big Mac. It only lasted as long as it took him to glance in Big Mac’s direction - not only because the sturdy farm boy had worked three fingers into Tempest by that point, but the sheer fact that Tempest was clearly dry humping him with the intention to get him off. Apparently, Big Mac had been doing just fine for himself. Shining Armor simply threaded his fingers through his hair and gave another small sigh, murmuring in a hushed voice to Trixie. “You’re all nuts. I should cut all of you off from drinking and have someone drive you home.”

“But if you do that, then you won’t get to have a turn,” Trixie cooed, lifting a brow as she whispered right back. She was even bold enough to reach a hand down - her fingers pressing against Shining Armor’s bulge through his jeans, actively groping him with the sort of unearned confidence that could only come from a drunk teenage girl that had been rejoicing in her sexuality all evening. “Just think of all the fun you could have with the Great and Powerful Trixie with a dick this bi--”

“Please don’t grab my penis while you’re dressed like my little sister.”

“Oh! Oh, uh…wow, I didn’t even think about that, uh…the Great and Powerful Trixie sees how that could be awkward for you.”

“I don’t.” Maud blurted out in complete honesty, without even looking back at the pair. She was too busy, after all, watching her own little sister ride Flash Sentry to the point of shared orgasm. The moment was overtaking them both as Pinkie rode harder and harder, crying out in joyful bliss as she fucked Flash into her own stunning peak. Her goosebumps were visible across her thighs as was the fact she was so obviously soaked, and she made sure to ride Flash down to the base with every slap of her round, curvy rump. As she came Pinkie’s voice filled not only the bedroom but no doubt the hall beyond, making sure to let every student that wasn’t drunk out of their minds know just what she was doing. In the throes of a rather violent little orgasm complete with plenty of twitching and thrashing, Pinkie Pie pulled Flash right along with her. His own peak was more muted but no less intense - and though he didn’t scream and flail like Pinkie, that well-endowed unit of his definitely throbbed. The purple tint of the condom was soon overwhelmed by white that seeped between the latex and his length, while all the other residents of Twilight’s bedroom - Shining Armor included - marveled at the sight. Even for Shining Armor, easily the most experienced person in the room save for the possible exception of Tempest Shadow, seeing another young buck flood a condom inside of a willing pink pussy was a real treat to witness.

“W…wow, that’s…that’s…wow,” Fluttershy spoke what they were all thinking, her blush enormous. And though the girl beside her, Maud Pie, couldn’t directly speak to her sister, Fluttershy was still kind enough to point out the obvious. “Maud hasn’t blinked in almost five minutes. And the way she’s holding onto my knee is…well…uhm, Maud? It’s starting to hurt.”

Everyone ignored the fact that Maud’s grip on Fluttershy’s knee was like iron, instead focusing on how Flash’s cock popped free of Pinkie’s pussy. As the pink-skinned young woman flopped back with a giggle, Flash’s member rolled forward with a heaping, purple balloon filled with cum still wrapped around him. The glob of spunk restrained by the rubber was impressive, to say the least, and as drunk, horny teenagers tended to operate…they all had immediate thoughts on what to do with it. Ultimately, it was Pinkie Pie’s call in the heat of the moment, and she suddenly pointed square at the noise of Tempest Shadow - the big bully in the room and the one that looked like she needed the biggest, creamiest snack.

“Tempest Shadooooow!” Pinkie suddenly called out, just as her free hand reached down to grasp Flash’s cock and carefully begin peeling off his condom. “I super duper dare you to drink this!”

It was a good dare to throw out amidst the crowd. So good, in fact, that Big Mac himself winced while Tempest Shadow’s pussy suddenly clenched his fingers - the brutish girl from a different school suddenly twitching into an orgasm of her own. As she spasmed in excitement at merely the thought of what she was about to do and while Flash laid spent and exhausted and while Maud Pie practically mauled Fluttershy’s leg with a restrained grip of horny glee, Shining Armor watched it all with a tight throat and a racing heart.

Twilight’s friends…were going to get him into a lot of trouble with Cadance, he could already tell. Or much more likely, she’d just be angry that she wasn’t there to witness what was about to happen firsthand. With his girlfriend, it could honestly go either way.

***

The last few drips of Flash Sentry’s cum fell from the dangling condom, squarely landing upon Tempest Shadow’s tongue. The pantless young woman had risen from Big Mac’s lap and was now standing proudly in the center of the room, her chest puffed out and her nethers on full display while she made a show of her current task. With careful fingers she’d pinched the overfilled condom and dipped it towards her mouth, slowly squeezing it into her gaping maw and across her outstretched tongue like she was draining a tube of cake frosting - an analogy that Pinkie Pie herself had made.

Needless to say, every eye was transfixed upon her. Flash Sentry and the naked Pinkie Pie sat on the edge of the bed, with Flash’s cock still twitching and Pinkie still looking like a frazzled, well-fucked mess. Maud and Fluttershy remained locked in place, complete with Maud’s hand still seized upon the timid young woman’s knee. Big Mac - who had lost the weight of Tempest’s figure in his lap - was nonetheless grateful for what he was watching, and more sure than ever that before long he’d get his chance to follow in Flash’s footsteps with someone or another. And then, the newest member of the Truth or Dare party, Shining Armor remained frozen in place with Trixie practically grinding against them, both watching in absolute silence.

Tempest Shadow knew how to put on a show. She oozed that cum from the condom with an elegant grace, and made sure to twist her head from side to side, ensuring that everyone was able to witness Flash’s cum resting on her tongue before she gave a series of big, greedy, heavy gulps. Each gulp was punctuated with the satisfied sound of her lips smacking together, and at one point she even allowed a hand to reach down and tease her fingers across her purple pussy - touching over her glistening clit as if the group needed to be reminded of what a salacious, hungry slut she could be. When the condom was finally emptied - and she made sure of it by digging her tongue into the rubber to clean the last few drops of spunk out - she casually flicked it in Pinkie’s direction. The used protection smacked the girl straight across her pink bust and stuck there like a dart on the wall, and while Pinkie was still giggling and watching it slide down her body, Tempest set her eyes on the next member of the party.

“You, the new stud--” Tempest pointed squarely at Shining Armor’s face. “--Truth or Da--”

“I’m not playing,” Shining Armor quickly corrected her, shaking his head and lifting his hands. Or at least one of them, since the other was effectively pinned against his body by Trixie’s proximity. “I’m just here to make sure that this doesn’t get any more out of hand than it already has. You all obviously need a responsible adult keeping an eye on you.”

“Keeping an eye on us and getting rock hard while he does it.” Tempest Shadow smirked in response, calling Shining Armor out and pointing straight down at his lap. Soon she turned to grab the neck of a beer bottle that was sitting on the floor - uncaring of whose it was - and took a long drink to finish it off before casually tossing it in the nearest trash with a heavy thud. The brutish bully of a girl had a way of simply owning the room, staring down Shining Armor before turning her gaze across the group, looking at all the other young men and women eager for their next chance to shine. And as the self-appointed, de-facto leader of the crowd, Tempest made a firm decree. “All right, here’s the rule! If the boy scout over here isn’t going to play, he doesn’t get to have anything fun done to him. That means you, nerd, get away from him and stop trying to grind your pussy on his leg.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie was doing no such thing!” Trixie stammered, mid-grind. Finally, she gave a small pout as the eyes of the others forced a certain level of shame on her, and she took a half-step back while folding her arms across her chest. “Hmph. Fine.”

“We’ll see how long you last, stud.” Tempest Shadow was happy to call out Shining Armor at that point, quirking her brow and staring right at the college boy. His arousal was obvious, but so was his determination - the only thing left to be decided was which one of them would crumble first. It was clear which one Tempest was betting on as she lifted her fingers - still coated in a bit of her nectar - and casually flicked them in Shining’s direction before speaking to the rest of the crowd. “Alright! You. The big dude who was ‘bout to pop right through his jeans.” She pointed to Big Mac. “Truth or Dare.”

Big Mac, because he wasn’t insane, had only one answer.

“Dare,” he spoke quickly, nodding, squirming, and indeed straining against the denim of his pants. “Yup. Dare. Definitely dare.” The smirk that Tempest Shadow offered made it clear that she knew how he’d been suffering - better than anyone else at the party that night. Shirtless and rock hard, Big Mac had watched Flash get to have nearly all the fun up to that point, and he hadn’t even so much as had his prick looked at yet. That was definitely about to change as Tempest Shadow swaggered up to the farm boy, dropped a hand down into his blonde hair, and gave him an affectionate pet. She liked this one. He was sturdy, strong, quiet, and had big, farmer fingers that made for a fine pussy-stuffing. He deserved a treat. He deserved to be the center of attention.

“Congratulations, big fella, we’re playing Russian Roulette, and you’re the gun!” Tempest Shadow beamed, and suddenly pointed square at the floor - the same spot they had all gathered around when the game first began. “Lay down, close your eyes, and get ready for a wild ride. Everyone else? Pop a squat around him.”

The crowd moved to follow Tempest Shadow’s orders, with all of the girls doing exactly as they were told as Big Mac started to shift into place. There were only two outliers from her command - the stick in the mud standing at the door, and Flash Sentry, who was still perched on the edge of the bed. Tempest ignored Shining Armor, but still clicked her tongue in the direction of Flash, gesturing for him to get into position.

“Wait, me? You…you want me to play, too?”

“Did I stutter, fuckboy?”

And with that, Tempest Shadow did indeed usher a game of Russian Roulette right into the middle of Truth or Dare. Mere moments later, Big Mac laid flat on the floor, his jeans unzipped and unbuttoned and his genuinely massive unit sticking straight up in the air. Big, red, downright intimidating, even from his place against the door Shining Armor was wide-eyed at the sight of it. Not that anybody was surprised, of course. Big Mac was always going to be big, but…nobody had really anticipated how big!

Pinkie, Maud, Fluttershy, Flash, Trixie, and Tempest Shadow all knelt around him. Tempest had one hand on her phone, tapping buttons on the stopwatch feature of her alarm while she casually tossed yet another bottle of Twilight Sparkle’s lube in the direction of Pinkie Pie. The nude and still-bouncy young woman didn’t hesitate to take that lube to the obvious place, upturning the bottle and squirting it all across Big Mac’s unit. And while the farm boy squirmed and twitched underneath the sensation - and the fact that he was completely exposed in front of five girls and another boy - Tempest Shadow announced the rules.

“Clockwise,” she began, regarding the crew. “Thirty seconds to jerk him off. As soon as my alarm beeps, the next person takes over. And no--” She looked at Flash with a smirk. “--I don’t care if you’re not into boys. Nothin’ gay about jerking off another dude if it’ll impress a bunch of hot chicks that’ll probably fuck you by the time the night’s over.”

“...I guess you have a point,” Flash conceded. “Big Mac? You okay with it?”

“Yup,” came the farm boy’s simple answer. At that point? He didn’t particularly care who was doing it, so long as it happened. Tempest continued the rules with a playful chuckle, and swung herself into position in between Trixie and Pinkie - helping herself to a long, lingering eyeful of Pinkie’s naked body first, and even reaching down to spank that chubby pink rump with a grin. The dirty slut bitch of the Truth or Dare party was in full control.

“Every thirty seconds we switch. We don’t stop until the farm boy blows his load, and whoever gets him to pop his cork, hmm…” She leaned back briefly, tapping her chin as she pondered. “Ha! Winner gets to go in the closet with whoever they want for the next half-hour. Get it?”

It was a hell of a reward. Truth be told, Twilight Sparkle’s closet had been on everyone’s mind ever since Trixie and Fluttershy emerged from it, looking closer than they had ever been. All of them exchanged glances while Big Mac served as the potential battlefield, his dick twitching and remaining at full attention waiting for the first touch of the evening. All six participants looked across the farm boy’s naked body at each other, peering back and forth, focusing and even pondering just who they’d pick. If Fluttershy won, maybe she’d pull Trixie back inside for a second round! Or perhaps Maud Pie would finally make a move on Flash Sentry so she could enjoy the cock that squirted her face hours earlier? Or hell, maybe Flash would just pick Big Mac so the two boys could hang out in a nonsexual way uninterrupted, catching their breath and getting a break from these relentlessly horny girls!

As Tempest Shadow pressed the button on her alarm, the game began, and the first of what would be many, many hands soon wrapped around Big Mac’s big mac.

Shining Armor vowed to put a stop to the game of Truth or Dare if it got too far, and…one could certainly make an argument that this was, if nothing else, close to too far. After all, there were six students in a circle taking turns jerking off a classmate with the promise of closet sex hanging in the air. And yet…Shining Armor didn’t move to stop it, nor did he say a word as the game began. In truth, it was hard for him to concentrate with the fact that his cock was straining against his jeans and Pinkie Pie flat out refused to put on clothes, to say nothing of the sight of Tempest Shadow’s hand pumping up and down on Big Mac’s unit. And even worse - he hated to say it, but…Trixie Lulamoon was looking good in Twilight Sparkle’s school uniform. Better than his little sister ever did, that much was sure. Absently, Shining Armor’s throat tightened and he fidgeted in place - part of him was glad that the students of Crystal Prep hadn’t gotten wind of the party just yet. All of years attending had given him a certain…appreciation for the uniform that was entirely understandable for any young, eager, virile boy to feel.

Regardless of Shining Armor’s feelings, the game of jerked cocks and shared pleasure continued. From Tempest to Pinkie, from Pinkie straight to her sister Maud, from Maud to Fluttershy, and from Fluttershy to Flash. And Flash Sentry - partly because he knew just what was on the line - put in the effort. Fluttershy had been stroking Big Mac with careful touches that made it painfully clear to the farm boy just who was doing it. But when Flash took over, the boy’s digits wrapped around the other young man’s rod and he quickly went to work. Up and down, up and down, he worked Big Mac’s tool with the sort of practiced motion that could’ve only come from experience at home - and whether or not Big Mac knew who was on the other end of the handjob with his eyes closed, it was clearly working. His unit twitched and spasmed in Flash Sentry’s shaft and a few of the girls even shared exchanged glances, partly worried that the game might end before Trixie even had her turn. Tempest Shadow even leaned forward, whispering something to Trixie while she waited for the alarm to beep. And though nobody was privy to it, Trixie’s subsequent blush was enormous, and she gave Tempest a sudden flurry of nods in response.

When Flash’s turn ended, Big Mac was close…so close that he could’ve easily popped off with Trixie’s attention. But when it was her turn, Trixie suddenly slowed the pace to a crawl. The handjob she delivered to Big Mac’s big length was slow and measured - going all the way down to the base before shifting up to the tip, and she meandered to herself with a smile.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t need to get all gross and sweaty,” she chirped up. “She’ll get Big Mac off with her glorious technique and still be fresh for when she makes her closet selection!”

“You’re not supposed to say who’s doing it,” Maud Pie chimed up from the other side of Big Mac. “Big Mac isn’t supposed to know.”

“Oh! Uh…I meant…uhm…” Trixie coughed, and while giving her slow and laborious handjob - a handjob that made it clear she was throwing the game - she chimed up once more in a terribly-disguised voice. “I mean…it’s me, a Mystery Woman groping your penis, Big Macintosh! Maybe I’m Fluttershy! Maybe I’m Pinkie Pie! Maybe I’m Vice Principal Luna and I just scrambled in the window to get a run at this incredible hog! But I’m definitely not the Great and Powerful Trixie!”

The group surrounding Big Mac shared a series of half-drunken laughs and smiles, with even the farm boy himself rumbling with a chuckle. And Shining Armor, still rock hard and leaning against the door, joined in.

Not the last time he’d be joining in before the night was over.

In total, the group went around their circle two more times. Everyone participating got their hand around Big Mac’s cock at least three times before the final decision was made, with each one of them trying their best - even if their bests weren’t quite able to get the job done. Pinkie Pie was so frantic and bouncy that her hand typically slipped right off of Big Mac’s cock long before he ever had a chance at peaking, while Fluttershy had the opposite problem of going far too slow and sweetly. It was something that had served her well during her time with Flash Sentry, but Big Mac was a bigger boy that needed bigger, harder attention. Tempest Shadow simply didn’t have the “giving” nature to get the job done, often getting impatient that Big Mac wasn’t cumming during her turn, and Trixie - the spot right before her - seemed absolutely determined to throw the game.

That left only two serious competitors. Two potential winners in the game of Russian Roulette that would earn a truly precious prize that night. Maud Pie…and Flash Sentry. It was during the second round of handjobs that the two seemed to identify each other as the most present threat, with Maud’s eyes narrowing on Flash and Flash squirming underneath her attention. At first, he was blushing because he thought she was somehow attracted to the idea of him jerking off Big Mac, but…no, Maud wasn’t the type to give in to idle fancy like that. She was staring because she knew he was a threat. She was staring because she knew: it was either him or her.

Big Mac was in a state of bliss no matter who was groping his cock. Even Pinkie Pie’s sloppy motions and Tempest Shadow’s selfish grumblings felt good, and a handjob that lasted longer was never a bad thing. His member remained rock hard and impressive the entire time as the game continued, with the alarm going off every half-minute to announce a new palm for his dick to slap against. It wasn’t long before Big Mac completely lost track of who it was that was fondling him, and his fists went into tight knots as his backside squirmed back and forth in wild surges of aroused discomfort. On more than one instance a healthy dollop of precum emerged from his tip, though as Tempest Shadow had loudly declared at the time…that didn’t count.

Maud’s motions were measured and controlled - perfectly paced and designed for efficiency. Flash’s came with the benefit of plenty of practice with a dick of his own - knowing just where to squeeze on each subtle pump and knowing exactly when to strike right back down on Big Mac’s length. And, if he was being perfectly honest, handling Big Mac’s cock wasn’t even half the trial he thought it was. For that matter, he squirmed in his own right between turns, no doubt with the knowledge that the morning was going to involve a lot of thinking about everything the horny teenagers did the night prior.

Ultimately, though, the day was won by Maud. As she was passed Big Mac’s cock for the fourth time she brought both slickened hands together, lining them up on top of each other while she suddenly delivered a flurry of jerking strikes that brought the farm boy to a peak. Big Mag actively moaned in the open air as his cock suddenly began to twitch in her grasp, and while the students surrounding him all cheered he suddenly unleashed a thick, white torrent of spunk into the air. It shot so high and so far that it lifted above all of their heads before suddenly careening downward - with Pinkie Pie trying to dip her head underneath the stream to catch it like a piece of falling popcorn and Flash Sentry scooting backward to avoid it. Blast after blast of Big Mac’s cum fell on the farm boy’s exposed, well-built chest as Maud just kept pumping him, her hands left absolutely soaked in cum. Wordlessly, she reached out to one of the napkins that was brought in with the drinks and began to idly clean herself off - the only time the spunky mess had been treated appropriately that night in Twilight Sparkle’s room.

“Hmph, fine, I guess you win.” Tempest Shadow was fiercely pouting, clearly having stacked the game in the hopes of stealing the reward for herself. Though the others looked mildly disappointed - and Flash Sentry looked…blushingly bewildered - Tempest actively glared at Maud as she gestured to the group. “Who do you want to take into the closet with y--”

“Pinkie Pie.”

Maud didn’t hesitate to answer. Nor did she hesitate to stand up, with her recently-cleaned hand wrapping around Pinkie Pie’s wrist. The decision was made so quickly, with the two girls darting towards Twilight Sparkle’s closet that the others didn’t really have a chance to sit on the fact that they were sisters until the door had already slammed shut behind them. In fact, as it closed, Shining Armor finally spoke up from the bedroom door, his brow lifting as he pointed to where the two just went.

“Wait, aren’t…aren’t the--”

“Yeah. Uh…yeah, they are,” Flash was the only one to answer, rubbing the back of his head as he marveled at what just happened. The clock was already ticking on Tempest’s phone for their time together, but whatever the pair were doing in Twilight’s closet, it involved a very naked, very bouncy, very horny little sister. Flash gave Shining Armor a slightly helpless shrug. “It’s sort of been a thing all night.”

“What? What has? Those two porking?” Tempest Shadow gestured to the closet, but it was clear her interest was already waning now that she had lost the game. Big Mac’s cock was still sticking straight up and glistening in cum, with spunk sprayed over his chest in a big, sticky, creamy mess. “Hey! Big fella, it’s your turn. Gotta pick someone. But, uh…just before you do, let me…let me get tha--”

“Get wha--huh?!” Big Mac lifted his head in surprise as he felt a tongue - Tempest Shadow’s, to be precise - crossing over his chest. The burly bully of a girl had helped herself to lick the cum right off of his chest, her tongue tracing over one of his muscles before slipping back between her lips. By the time she leaned back, Tempest looked intensely smug and self-satisfied, and she greedily swallowed. Big Mac couldn’t help but blush. “Why…why did ya do that for?”

“Because cum is delicious, and I’m sick of you nerds wasting good dares on something anyone would taste for free,” Tempest responded as she slapped her belly, with Big Mac’s spunk resting deep inside right along Flash’s own. “C’mon, get to it. Ask someone something and make it snappy.”

“Oh! Uh…uhm…” Big Mac’s eyes scanned the crowd, though it was hard to ignore Tempest Shadow after that exchange. Even though Fluttershy was obviously the one that had enjoyed a dare the least recently and it was by all rights her turn, with Tempest’s spit still slickened on his chest, Big Mac had no other option. “Tempest Shado--”

“Truth.”

“Huh? Oh, uh…” He honestly hadn’t expected that, and quickly fumbled for a question. “Did…did you ever…uh…ever have sex with…with another girl?”

“Fuck, that was a weak one.” Tempest laughed, but it was one of endearment. Big Mac was charmingly bad at this, and she stretched out a hand to scratch her fingers over his belly to show that she liked him - the same spot where her tongue had slurped up his cum, as if that particular deed hadn’t already proven it. “Yeah, I have. Fuck’s sakes, I fingerblasted some four-eyed nerd before joining you losers here.” And then, before anyone had a chance to process that, she quickly chimed up again. “Hey! Tricky!”

“Trixie.”

“Whatever, Trickpea. Truth or Da-”

“Dare, dare dare dare dare!”

Fluttershy, Flash Sentry, and Big Mac exchanged glances, while even Shining Armor fidgeted in place against the bedroom door. It was clear in that moment just what had happened during the handjob roulette - Trixie had been intentionally throwing the game for the benefit of Tempest Shadow, in return for this moment. Tempest had promised her something, and like a horny blue mercenary Trixie had accepted the terms. And now…now it was time to cash in. Tempest Shadow’s smile was smug and tremendously devious as she looked across the room, her eyes falling squarely upon Shining Armor.

“Give the boy scout a blowjob,” Tempest ordered, pointing straight at Twilight Sparkle’s big brother. “And the slutty school uniform stays on during it.”

End of Chapter 4.

There's No Party Like a Sparkle Party

by dracedomino

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four