Truth or Dare

Truth or Dare
Chapter Five

“A-are we still playing the game?”

Rainbow Dash nods as she slowly gets up. “Yeah.” She glances at Applejack. “It’s your turn, isn’t it?” She puts the bottle back in the middle and saunters back to her spot in the circle.

Applejack spins the bottle, and it points to you. “Well,” she says sternly, “Truth or Dare?”

Regardless of whether you choose truth or dare, you know what she has planned for you. “Truth,” you reply.

She thrusts a hoof in Rainbow Dash’s direction while she stares right at you. “What in tarnation was that all about?” She then points to Twilight Sparkle. “How can you say that you’re still tryin’ ta sort out yer feelin’s about Twahlight when you just go on and pull a stunt like that in frunna all of us?” She lowers her hoof and stands up. “How can you say you like Twahlight when you just go on and help Rainbow Dash with her…”

You stand up and stare her right in the eye. “I did it because she asked me!” you shout. You slowly gaze around the circle. “All of you, any of you, if you had a problem like that and asked me to help you, I would in a second without hesitation!”

You take a few deep breaths before lowering your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “I had plenty of time to dwell on some...things today, and I felt like a choice had to be made. I wanted to try and sort out how I felt for Twilight first because I’ve spent the most time with her.” You lift your head and stare directly at Applejack. “Helping Rainbow Dash with her…situation…confirmed it. I feel the same way her as I do Twilight.” You narrow your eyes. “I don’t expect any of you to believe me, or even think that it’s right, but it’s the truth.”

You push six of your mints towards the empty bottle, which is still pointed at you. “For my turn, I’ll offer a truth about my feelings for you or go through with a dare involving you.” One last time, you look around the circle. “Ask anything of me and I’ll answer or do it. No hesitations.”

For a moment, no one moves. Pinkie Pie looks left and right several times then bounds across the circle, stops in front of you, wraps her forelegs around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. Her lips taste strongly of mint, but the sour tang of lemon faintly registers on your tongue as she slips her tongue past your lips. You squeak in slight surprise and flick your tongue against the tip of hers, earning a throaty moan from the pink earth pony.

As she releases you from her kiss and embrace, she blushes and smiles shyly. “That was fun! We should do that again some time,” she says happily. “Maybe after eating some cotton candy.” She winks. “Or chocolate.” She proudly steps back to her place and unwraps one of your mints with her teeth and hooves and pops the mint into her mouth. She sits down with a satisfied smile on her face and looks at the other five expectantly.

The others trade apprehensive looks. Applejack sighs and walks over to you.

“Ah never did think of mah first kiss happenin’ like this,” she says.

“Then tell me how it would have gone,” you say. “What would we have done that led up to it?”

The orange earth pony thinks for a minute. “Well, we would have spent the entire day workin’ at th' orchard,” she replies. “After all that work, we would have washed up and had a quiet picnic dinner on one of the hills outside th’ farm.”

“Hold that thought,” you say, quickly raising a hoof. You purse your lips in thought, summoning your magic, and touch your horn to Applejack's forehead. A flash of white temporarily blinds you, but when your vision returns, you and Applejack are right where she describes.

The two of you are sitting on a red and white gingham picnic mat, an open picnic basket, empty plates and an empty pie pan on one corner of the mat behind you. The sky is a deep purple and stars are glittering in the night sky. Applejack sits beside you and sighs happily.

“What’s the first thing you would say?” you ask.

“Did y’ enjoy dinner?” she asks back.

You nod, trying to slip into your role in her fantasy. “I did, thanks. You really shouldn’t have.”

She blushes. “Nah, it’s th’ least Ah could do fer ya fer helpin’ a filly out.” She looks up at the sky. “Sure is pretty t'night.”

You scoot closer. “I like this,” you say. “I thought you’d want to go into town for a walk or something.”

You look over to her and she shrugs, still looking up at the night sky. “Nah, I love the orchard. It’s nice and quiet this time of night.”

You grin mischievously. “Much as I love the quiet, there’s the odd time when I like to make a bit of noise…”

“Now what in…”

Before you let her finish her sentence, your forelegs go to her sides and immediately you start to tickle her.

“Hey! Cut that…” Her objection is drowned out by hysterical laughter from both of you as you relentlessly continue to rub your hooves along her ribs. She feebly bats at your chest, begging you to stop, even as the two of you fall over, her hat slipping off her.

As you finally stop tickling her ribs and she catches her breath, you can’t help but smile as you take in the sight of the orange earth pony. Her face is slightly flushed and her hair is mussed up from losing her hat.

“Did…” She looks away from you briefly. “…Did you mean what you said? Ah mean, about…likin’ all of us?”

You nod. “You’re the Element of Honesty, Applejack. You tell me.” You lean in and press your lips against hers in an earnest kiss. You hear her moan into your mouth in surprise before she reciprocates. Gently, you run your left hoof along the length of her hair, pushing away the red hairband at the end and letting her long blonde mane spill out onto the picnic mat like golden straw. Your hoof gently glides along her side, and she whimpers in reply.

You lift your head, breaking away from her lips and look down at her, her eyes half-open in a half-dazed, half-sultry expression, her green eyes glittering like jade. “Why-why’d ya stop?”

You chuckle. “We’re still in the library, Applejack,” you whisper. Her eyes widen in realization and she shakes her head as she scoots out from underneath you. She rushes to get up, her hair framing her quickly-reddening face, and picks her hat up off the picnic mat, flipping it onto her head. She darts her head left and right quickly, finding her red hairband and picking it up with her teeth as the magic-induced setting swirls and dissipates, Pinkie smiling brightly and the other four friends looking away, no doubt uncomfortable by what they just saw.

Applejack sits back at her place in the circle and tries to fix her hair, avoiding eye contact with you as you flick a mint in her direction. You look around the circle again, letting the offer hang in the air. Rarity, Twilight and Fluttershy exchange uneasy glances.

“Aww, c’mon!” Applejack says after a full minute of silence. “Pinkie an’ Ah can’t be th’ only ones with enough darin’ ta take ‘im up on ‘is offer!” She looks around the circle. “Now, Twahlight an’ Fluttershy Ah c’n see holdin’ back, and Dash’s…well…” Her gaze goes to Dash, who looks away. “Rare! Whah don’t you ask ‘im ta do sumthin’? See if’n he’s lyin’ or not?”

The white unicorn closes her eyes huffily and put a hoof to her chest. “Applejack, I am a lady and a lady does not participate in such blatant displays of behavior, even among friends.” She looks at you with what seems to be a hint of disapproval. “Besides, what I would want from him he wouldn’t be able to offer me this way.”

She raises an eyebrow. “What in tarnation d’you mean by that?”

Rarity sighs in annoyance. “If you must know, darling, like you, I’ve never been kissed, myself. However, I do have expectations.”

You and Applejack both narrow your eyes.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she says, turning to you, “but I’ve always wanted my first kiss to be the ones that leave me speechless, breathless and my mind completely blank.” She turns back to the orange earth pony. “A kiss like that is something that you just can’t call up. It’s one of those random moments that come up in the middle of a conversation or the result of heavy tension.”

“Heavy tension?” Applejack asks incredulously. “You watched ‘im and Fluttershy help Rainbow Dash with her wings, Pinkie Pie kiss ‘im, an’ me an ‘im get hot an’ heavy right in frunna you and you’re sayin’ there’s no heavy tension in th’ room?” She raises an eyebrow. “Ah’m pretty sure that Twahlight’s just bein’ polite, and Fluttershy’s well…Fluttershy.”

Rarity recoils. “Well…” She glances at you before turning back to Applejack. As you turn to look at Applejack, a thought occurs to you and you mentally prepare to call forth your magic.

“Ah bet yer just put off colts after that fiasco with Blueblood,” Applejack says smugly.

She gets to her feet indignantly. “I will not just sit here and listen to you malign me! I don’t know why I’m still sitting here listening to you! I’m—”

You quickly use your magic to summon her to you in a flash. The shocked look on the white unicorn’s face registers in your mind for the briefest of moments before you throw caution to the wind and press your lips hungrily against hers. She squeaks in surprise and tries to back away, putting a hoof to your chest, but you throw your foreleg behind her neck and press deeper, closing your eyes and tasting her lips with your tongue and taking in the scent of jasmine.

Her protesting moans start to ebb as you put your free hoof to her cheek and push your tongue past her lips. Her foreleg starts to give way and you lean further in, her hoof still on your chest. You bring her closer and as you move your head, your horn clacks against hers, sending a jolt of electricity throughout your body. As your eyes flare open in shock from the unexpected contact, her eyes open wide as well and she gasps into your mouth with surprise. The sensation doesn’t dissipate immediately, but instead lingers at your back hooves for a little while before surging again through your body back to your horn.

Your body seems to be moving of its own accord as you touch your horn with hers again and maintain the contact, the surge getting stronger with each passing second. She shuts her eyes and writhes against you, her horn rubbing against yours, and you feel tremors of pleasure ripple through your body, feeling it the most in your extremities. You shudder involuntarily, causing further friction, enough to force the both of you break the kiss and step back.

You fall backwards on your flank, your breathing heavy, your brow sweaty, and your horn emitting a faint glow. You still feel jolts of electricity flowing throughout your body, giving you the occasional shiver. Staring straight ahead, you see Rarity panting heavily, her hair slightly tousled and her horn glowing slightly brighter than yours.

“Y’all right?” Applejack asks, trotting over to you worriedly. You nod mutely as Twilight trots over to Rarity and asks her the same question.

“Ahh…” She shakes her head. “Wha…” She shakes her head again as she manages to get to her feet. She looks at you and a brief flash of realization hits her. She blushes bright red before looking away.

Applejack, who was looking at Rarity, turns to you with a smug smile and bats one of her mints towards the white unicorn.

“Speechless, breathless, and mind completely blank,” she says. “Ah’d say y’ met her expectations with flyin’ colors.”