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.

Author's Note

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