> Party Games > by SuppressedAura > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > New Horizons > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You know you only had to do it once, right?” Rumble finally stopped laughing, walking out of the kitchen with everyone else. “Yeah,” Spike added, “How can you even drink that with a straight face…” “I don’t know, but this is actually kinda good…” said the colt’s older brother Thunderlane, who was sipping a mystery cocktail. Rumble wiped a tear from his eye. “Dude, are you serious? You watched me put ketchup and hot sauce in there!” Gallus and Sandbar doubled over in laughter. Thunderlane threw his hooves in the air defensively, nearly dropping his dare-created-concoction. “I don’t know, I have weird tastes!”  Gallus climbed from the ground, leaning on the green earth pony for support. “Oh yeah, real weird tastes, huh,” the bird chided, “you might as well finish the glass; you took like 4 swigs!”  Thunderlane grumbled as a sea of laughs filled the kitchen. He placed the glass on the counter and slid it away, pouting as it did so. “Whatever, let’s just move on to the next person…” Just a typical Game Night. In order to have some bit of relaxation from their grueling weeks, Rumble decided to organize a game night. It started as a fun idea but quickly turned into a tradition, as everyone was on board with having a tremendous amount of fun once or twice a month to alleviate from the stress of their respective work. Well, it's as much fun as doing ridiculous challenges and asking childish questions can be. Game Nights started at Gallus’ and Sandbar’s dorm, but after Thunderlane got his own place (and a swarm of noise complaints from Sandbar’s floormates), the gatherings moved to the two brother’s house. Sandbar regained his composure and took his seat next to Gallus. “Everybody back in?” Thunderlane, who was still drinking away. Rumble chuckled and pointed a hoof at Gallus. “I don’t think Gall went yet.” Gallus clasped his talons together, “Please don’t give me another one that involves food. Thunderlane already made me lose my appetite.” The living room filled with snickers and giggles as the gryphon picked up a card.  Rumble nudged his older brother, jokingly adding, “Hey, maybe after this, we could trademark that dare drink for you since you love it so much.” Thunderlane jabbed Rumble in the side, eliciting an “oof” from the more miniature stallion. “If y’all are done making out over there,” Gallus started, “it’s my turn. Let’s see…”  “Dare, switch spots with the person next to you.” Everybody groaned in unison while Sandbar leaned over to check the card. “Is this the kids' edition or something? Why are there so many boring ones?” he rolled his eyes and put Gallus’ card back in the pile. Rumble turned to his brother. “Dude, I thought you said you were gonna buy the older version of this game!” Thunderlane nervously scratched his mane and dramatically squinted at the stack of cards. “Must’ve forgotten about it, heh…” Spike sighed before realizing something that would make this party a HELL of a lot better. “Hey guys, I’ll be right back!” Spike nearly launched himself up and ran back to the kitchen. “What’s he in a rush for?” Sandbar asked the group. Everyone shrugged as Spike came barreling back with his duffel bag. Rumble scoffed and tossed a stale cookie in his mouth. “Bro, how are your gems gonna make this more interesting?” Cookie bits sprawled across the floor, earning a tiny chuckle from Sandbar as Spike continued sifting through his bag. “Oh ha, ha. You won’t be making jokes when you- ooh! Found it!” Spike dramatically unveiled two bottles of whisky with a stack of cards similar to the ones they’d been using. “Tada! I got this from Rarity for doing some… special favors.” Spike fluttered his eyebrows. The blue gryph wasn’t falling for Spike’s blatant setup, inspecting the bottle’s label. “Yeah, okay, like we believe that. What’d you REALLY do to get these bottles.” Spike avoided eye contact with Gallus, grabbing the stack of cards and removing the rubber band. “Okay, I had to model some dresses for her. Let’s just focus on what’s in front of me, please…” Rumble’s eyes lit up at the sight. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! About time we upgraded our favorite game.” Thunderlane, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily impressed. “Are you guys really sure about this? I’m almost positive that nobody in this room, other than me, has had any type of alcohol.” Rumble shrugged it off and pulled Gallus and Sandbar close. “We’re not kids anymore, Thunderlane. We can handle a little whisky, can’t we?” “Hopefully…” Gallus nervously scratched his head. Sandbar tapped Rumble’s cheek. “Can y-you loosen your grip?” “Guys!” Spike yelled. “I wasn’t even done yet. I brought better cards, too.”  “What makes them better?” Rumble asked, confused. Spike circled a claw around the box’s label. “This is the 18+ version. Apparently, we’ve been using the family-friendly version this entire time.” Everyone tilted their heads to Thunderlane, who was looking at the wall, trying to play it off. Sandbar tried to reason with Spike. “I-Isn’t that meant for parties with stallions AND mares? Surely, we can’t play this with just us.”  Rumbled booed loudly, making Sandbar even more nervous. “Come on, Sandy, don’t be a chicken! So what if we have to do wild things? That’s part of the fun!” Sandbar pouted. “You’re making this seem way less complicated and weird than it’s gonna be.”  The shy green pony pointed over to the head of the house. “What about you, Thunder? You’re basically like a chaperone; shouldn’t this be against the rules?” Thunderlane chuckled. “What rules? Even though you guys are still in college, you’re still legal adults like me and Rumble. It’s totally up to you.” While the others tried to convince Sandbar to join, Spike had a marvelous idea. “How ‘bout I raise the stakes?” Everyone’s head whipped around to Spike. “That seemed to get their attention,” the purple dragon smirked. He pointed at the bottles. “Before every round, we all take a shot. And if you back out of a truth or dare, you have to take two shots.” Before anyone could open their muzzle to ask any questions, Spike threw in one more jab. “Winner. Gets. The Good Bed.” Since Rumble was being a little too “active” in his night activities, his bed, as well as Thunderlane’s first bed, are broken. (his explanation: “I can’t thrust into a fleshlight on a broken bed, can I? My posture would be wrong. I had to use Thunder’s; it had better cushions. Until it broke, anyway...”) Leaving only his parent’s old bed from before they moved out. Thunderlane was caught off guard, raising his hoof to protest. “Uhm, I don’t think it’s fair to offer my bed as the prize-“ Spike cut off Thunderlane with a finger to the muzzle. “Now that everyone has an incentive, let’s get this party started correctly!” Thunder put his arm down and sighed, heading to the kitchen. Everyone took their places back on the floor. Gallus bumped Sandbar’s shoulder, trying to contain his excitement. “Sandy, we’re going to drink for the first time! I can’t wait to tell Silverstream when we get back…” He paused to look over at Sandbar, who had his head down and ears drooping. “Hey.” Gallus put an arm around his roommate. “I know you’re nervous because I’m nervous too. But it’s a party! So relax. Besides… it’s my first time drinking too.”  Sandbar gasped dramatically, holding his hooves close to his chest. “Pure Gallus has never touched alcohol before?” Gallus playfully pushed his giggling friend away. “Haha, very funny. Are you gonna try it with me or not?” Sandbar took Gallus’ talon into his hoof. “Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here. You mean too much to me…” Gallus’ heart warmed at the statement, and he was close to stealing a kiss from Sandbar until he realized that he was in public. “Just be quiet and play the game, y-you dork…” Sandbar gave the gryphon one last sultry look before Thunderlane returned with the shot glasses. “Time to liven this party up!”. Thunderlane placed the glasses in the center of the circle. “How do we decide who picks first?” Gallus asked. Thunderlane piped in. “Only one way to find out…” Silence soon filled the room. “...” Gallus cleared his throat. “Well, what is-“ “ONETWOTHREE NOT IT!” “Not it!” Everyone but Rumble screamed, leaving the colt confused. “Wait, what?” “Rumble, you’re first!” Rumble scratched his mane and picked up a card. “No idea what happened, but sure, I’ll go…” Thunderlane leaned over to Sandbar. “He has a slow reaction time sometimes.” Sandbar chuckled. “That would explain it.”  “Ah ah ah! Forgetting something?” Everyone turned back to Spike, who had already filled all the shot glasses. “Gotta start the first new round with a bang, don’t we?” Thunderlane and Rumble quickly downed theirs, no stranger to alcohol. Spike followed, less chaotically than the two earth ponies. Sandbar and Gallus were still fending to take up the drink so fast. Gallus could tell his best friend was still nervous with every second of him staring at the shot glass, so he gave him an offer. “If I drink mine, will you do the same?” Sandbar looked into the gryphon’s bright, blue eyes, and a smile slowly grew on his face. “If Gallus is doing it with me, guess I’m too deep to back out now,” the earth pony thought. Sandbar drank his shot, along with Gallus, who was happy that he convinced his friend to break out of his shell. Sandbar coughed at the drink's texture and turned back to Rumble, who stared blankly at his card. “Sit on the lap of the person next to you for one round…” Thunderlane and Sandbar looked over at each other, then back to Rumble. “Well, that was fast…” Sandbar scooted away from the wonderbolt in distress. Thunderlane shrugged and spread his legs a tad bit wider. “I mean… a dare is a dare…”  Rumble almost jumped out of his skin. “You’re strangely okay with this…” Thunderlane smirked and pointed at his brother’s shot glass. “Well, it’s either that or take a shot... and I’m sure this isn’t the worst thing in the deck. Unless you wanna get plastered right away?” After a low grumble, Rumble shuffled over to Thunderlane and sat in his lap. “See? How hard was that?” The smaller colt ground down on his new seat and looked Thunderlane in the eyes, grinning evilly from ear to ear. Thunderlane gasped and narrowed his eyes. “Game. On.” Rumble flicked his tail before turning back around to the game. Spike’s eyes glowed with intrigue, watching the two pegasi go back and forth. Rumble passed his brother a card and smirked his way. “Your turn, big bro.” “...” Thunderlane bit his lip and stared at the card. Gallus piped up. “Come on and read it, dude; it can’t be worse than Rumble already sitting on your lap.” Spike let out a snicker, throwing his arm around the gryphon. “Oh, trust me, little birdy, there are so many more things here that you guys aren’t ready for.” Thunderlane softly added, “Like kissing a player of your choice…”  After dropping those words, everyone went silent.  Sandbar nervously scratched the back of his head. “So uh… Thunder, what’re you gonna-“ The silence broke as Thunderlane poured himself two shots. Spike tried to contain his laughter. “Giving up on the first round? That question was like a 4/10 in terms of intensity! You should see what the rest of the things are!” After rubbing his burning throat, Thunderlane sat back down with the group. “You’re telling me that there are worse things than kissing one of you?” Spike pointed finger guns back at Thunderlane. “Precisely.” Gallus picked up a Truth card. “Maybe the truth cards aren’t as wild…” And then he pouted when he found out that wasn’t the case. “When’s… ugh… the last time you got head.” Spike fell over from laughing so hard, while Rumble was intrigued. “Well, spill it, bro. When was it? Unless you’ve never gotten it before, of course…” “...Yesterday.”  Everyone let an “ooh!” except for Sandbar. Spike, Thunderlane, and Rumble stood at the end of their seats. “Who was it from?” the dragon asked. Gallus glanced over at Sandbar, who was staring at the ground without expression. The gryphon put the card at the bottom of the stack and laid back on the ground. “Hey, all the question asked is when the last time was. No need for me to share more than I have to.”  Everyone sighed, disappointed in the response. “Such a flaker. It was probably Ocellus anyway…” Rumble grumbled. (hey, that rhymes) Sandbar looked up at Gallus, who was sitting calmly in his spot. Before he could comment, it was Spike’s turn to pick a card. “Huh, I’ve never actually seen this one before.” Spike lamented. “The cardholder and the nearest player must eat a banana together.” Rumble shrugged. “That’s actually not too-“ “Without any hooves.” Rumble sighed and got to work pouring up his shots. Thunderlane made a mocking, disapproving face. “Wow. Quitting already?”  Spike had yet to reveal the best part of the card. “Well, if he won’t do it, it’s the next person.”  Everyone’s eyes turned to Sandbar. “R-Rumble, can you pour my shots too?” And for the first two rounds, not much of anything happened. The game went from childishly boring to downright stereotypical porn scenarios. “Blindfold the cardholder while the other players get to feel/touch them for a minute.” “Describe what the best sex would feel like.” “Lick whip cream off of the player of your choice.” The last one sparked a bit of a questionable conversation. “Oh, come on, Thunder, you can do that! I’ll let you do it off of me!” Rumble needed some sort of action; otherwise, everyone would have to retake a shot.  Thunderlane down the rest of his second shot, wiping his lips as he looked daisily at Rumble. “The glaring problem you don’t see with me doing that on you is alarming.” Thirty minutes later, everyone had seven shots (or more, in Gallus’ case) in their system and was either lying down tired on their back or on the verge of falling asleep upright. Thunderlane grabbed a card from the top of the stack. “Let’s see… ughh, this one is a group dare!” everyone groaned. “Because the solo dares weren’t enough already…” the pegasus muttered.  “Measure Up: compare sizes and the smallest loses. Or, in this case, takes the two shots and another dare.” Once again, there was utter silence.  “I’ll pour the shots…” Rumble slurred before reaching for the bottle until Spike stood up and returned to the kitchen.  “Look who’s giving up now?” shouted Thunderlane, throwing Spike’s words back at him. Rumble made a sour face, feeling in his gut that there was more that Spike had up his sleeve. The dragon returned with a bottle of lube and a smirk on his muzzle. “Nope, just needed some assistance.” The group’s jaws collectively dropped on sight. “Uhh… “ Gallus started, “Any reason you had that in your bag to begin with…?” Spike shrugged and popped the top open. “I always keep it in my duffle, just in case. I guess I just got lucky that I had it tonight for this occasion…” Fifteen seconds passed. Spike squeezed out some lube and started applying it generously to his claw. Thirty seconds passed. The dragon’s length started erecting, prompting Spike to use his now-ready claw to pump his growing shaft. Forty-five seconds passed. Spike is fully hard, standing at a rather impressive 9 inches, stroking away and letting out barely audible grunts and moans from his throat. A minute passed, and everyone looked at the bottle or Spike with dead stares. ...until a golden claw wrapped around it and picked it up. Something clicked in the gryphon. Whether he was tired of not doing anything, getting aroused watching Spike, or he was too intoxicated to say no anymore, this round, he was down for anything. Gallus drizzled some on his claws and put the bottle back, rubbing his now wet claws against his sheathe. Spike stared at the sight, taking some more lube for himself. “There ya go, Gallus… getting into the game now…” Rumble and Thunderlane just looked at each other in shock. “This is getting a little out of hand…” the larger stallion groaned. Sandbar sighed and took the bottle into his hoof, softly moaning as the wet substance came in contact with his warm shaft. Gallus bit his lip at the familiar sight. “Aah… have you been hard this whole time, Sandy…?” Sandbar pushed away his roommate’s claw and replaced it with his hoof, making Gallus shiver under his touch. “Just focus on the dare, horny gryphon...”  Gallus returned the favor and grasped Sandbar’s cock in his claws. “If we were at home right now, this horny gryphon would have already stuffed you,” Gallus cooed in Sandbar’s ear. The earth pony mewled softly at the thought. Thunderlane contemplated joining the sudden circle jerk, already peaking out of his sheathe. “I know it’s a game, and we’ve all got whisky in our system, but they were so quick to accept the dare…” he thought. Before he could ask Rumble what he thought, his little bro was already squirting lube on his painfully hard cock and stroking away. “Well, I can’t be the odd one out… here goes nothing.” Thunderlane exhaled deeply and grabbed the now slippery bottle. Right on the verge of coming loose, Spike took his claws off his draconic length, letting his cock bob and twitch in the air. “I think that’s enough prep…” he drunkenly smiled.” Now let’s see who has the longest shlong, heh…” All the players, now drunk out of their minds, put their shafts together in the center without hesitation. Before Spike could start sizing his friends up, a needy-looking jet-black cock joined the circle. Rumble stared with his jaw agape. “Nice bro, I knew you wouldn’t back out from a challenge.” Thunderlane sheepishly looked away and tried not to think about his brother’s cock pressing against his. “Just find out who the shortest is so we can get this over with.” “Alright, Alright…” Spike eyed up his competition. “In order, it’s Thunderlane,” the Wonderbolt grinned and chuckled at the discovery while Spike continued. “Then Gallus, me, Rumble…” “And then Sandbar.” Sandbar’s content mood faltered. Even though he was above average by pony standards, he still was outmatched by his friends. “What’s my *hic* challenge for ‘losing’...?” Sandbar whimpered out. Rumble swiped up a card and almost choked on his breath. Gallus leaned over to look, bumping his knot against the pegasus length to his side. “What is it, Rumble?” Rumble turns the card. ‘7 Minutes in Heaven with the cardholder’s choice.’ Everyone gulped and looked around, wondering who the ‘lucky’ partner would be. Thunderlane’s erection throbbed hard at the thought of dominating one of his brother’s friends in his own home. Rumble just crossed his legs and bowed his head. “pleasedontbeme, pleasedeargodnotme” “Gallus…” The blue-clad bird glanced up at his friend, eyes still lidded from the throbbing sensation he felt below. But as soon as he saw the needy, desperate gleam in Sandbar’s eyes, his pupils expanded in realizing what his pony needed right this second. “Oh, uhm me…? Well, a dare’s a dare, I-I guess…” Gallus took Sandbar by the hoof, and they swiftly made their way to one of the guest rooms. Leaving just Spike, Rumble, and Thunderlane in the circle. “Huh. Interesting.” Spike turned to look at Thunderlane, who was still rock hard. “ Anyway, who’s turn is it now?” “Sandbar’s…” Rumble shifted over to where Sandbar was to fill in the gap. Spike’s still-wet claw crept back to his cock, too engrossed in his endeavors to care about any watchers. “Should we wait for them…?” “Nah.” Thunderlane sighed. “Something tells me they’re gonna be longer than 7 minutes.”