Author's Note

Now this...THIS is where the Sparkle Party really gets started! Fucked Pinkies! Cum chugging out of a filled condom! Bisexual handjob round robins! And a dare that'll make Shining Armor revaluate a few things...

If I were to pick the point in the story where things really get off the rails in the best way possible, it'd be this one. Enjoy!

Small Content Note: There's some minor M/M contact in this one. Nothing major, but I don't want anyone to be blindsided by it if they weren't expecting it.

Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

Once more, he shuddered.

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

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

“Hiiiiii!”

“Shining Armooooor!”

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

“Uh, h-hi, girls, you’re…you’re…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe two?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh geez, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“Hiiiiii Shining Armor!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Forget I asked.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I stutter, fuckboy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pinkie Pie.”

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

“Wait, aren’t…aren’t the--”

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

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

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

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

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

“Truth.”

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

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

“Trixie.”

“Whatever, Trickpea. Truth or Da-”

“Dare, dare dare dare dare!”

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

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

End of Chapter 4.