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.

Author's Note

Just wanna mention one thing because I know I'm gonna get asked about it: Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo won't even come close to any dirty stuff in this story. Their entire role is just for the lil' bits of humor here and there. Just wanted to mention that, 'cause I know their inclusion in things can sometimes be controversial.

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed!