Sweet Apple Slumber Party

You look around the room. Aside from the dessert table, Pinkie's record player, the party decorations, and the very blanket you're sitting on, there wasn't really anything set aside for any games you knew about.

"Well uhh... what game is it, Pinkie?" you asked with curiosity.

"Oh it's a fun one, especially with friends who are extra fun too!" Without word, the pony leaps onto long table, thankfully not crushing any sweets in the process. She rises on her hind legs and lifts her arms up above her. "It's called truth... or dare!!" she says, looking down at you and Applejack as if expecting a certain reaction. You look to the orange mare, who shrugs back at you with a bit of a "Sure, why not?" look.

Applejack grins and tips her trademark hat back. "Pinkie, ya know I'm just gonna win like always. There ain't a single dare I'll ever turn down. Ya just can't beat me!"

"But even when I always lose, the game is so much fun, and I just LOVE fun! Wee wee wee!" Pinkie says as she hopped in place. "But who should go first? Ooh, I know. Can I go first? I wanna go first! And anypony who gets questioned gets to go next!"

Pinkie jumps down from the table and looks around the room, trying to decide who she should challenge. Before she could speak, AJ clears her throat.

"Why doncha dare me first, Pinkie Pie? I don't mind savin' Anon the trouble of havin' to be picked first."

Pinkie smiles to her. "Okie dokie lokie!" she says, followed a giggle. She hops around the two of you to think of a dare and you can almost swear you can actually hear a spring in her bounce. "I dare yooooooouuuu to run all the way down to Sugar Cube Corner and back." she says, speaking at a hundred miles an hour.

Applejack looks up to her pink friend with a grin spread across her face. She stands up and walks to the barn's front door, her head held high. She begins to stretch and you're quick to get ready to open the door for her. She nods on cue to you. You lift the large wooden bar that locked the door and it doesn't take much more effort to make it open, as a flesh-ripping wall of wind and rain rushes in when given the slightest opportunity, knocking you to the ground and sends Applejack's hat flying backwards onto Pinkie's face with a slap. Between the blood-curdling howls of the raging winds, you can faintly hear a voice; "Hmph. Easy peasy. This'll only take a second."

The orange mare charges into the vicious whirlwind at full speed, her mane flowing ragingly, passionately as she pushes against the rush of current. You and Pinkie watch in awe as she dives fearlessly into the merciless wind, like a tank speeding through a hurricane. It was clear to everyone that Applejack was a natural-born powerhouse of muscle, bravery, and sheer determination, but seeing her strength in action never fails to be anything but unbelievably impressive. She speeds down the hills of Sweet Apple Acres within seconds and is lost into what is now the dark and hazy town of Ponyville.

Thunder cracks with terror and lightning flashes threateningly, leaving you and Pinkie with more fear that Applejack had. Even the earth seems to tremble in fear of the wrath of the storm. Staring into the gray and faint distance, you see a blurred orange figure running through the relentless mist. It's Applejack. She did it.

You and Pinkie ready yourselves to shut the barn door closed. You each take hold of one of the doors and look into each other's eyes, both with fear and amazement. The second Applejack bursts into the room, you strain with all your strength to push the door against the brutal winds to close and lock it. Your attempts seem futile until you feel a warm force pushing from behind you.

Applejack's strength makes the door close almost easily before she moved to the other door to help Pinkie, leaving you to hold yours in place until both doors are aligned to be held with the sturdy wooden bar that locks them tight. After holding on to the ground for dear life, both doors are shut and just like that, the storm is locked away outside, leaving you and the ponies in a dry and silent room.

Your head is spinning from all the excitement. You turn back to see Applejack, drenched and standing tall. She flings a bright pink and orange cupcake sign from her mouth into the ground, lodging it in place.

"Picked that up from the ground near the Corner once I'd made it over there. Looks like I'll be helpin' ya fix that back up once the storm settles." she says.

For the first time ever, Pinkie Pie is speechless and as are you. The two of you sit with your jaws on the floor until Applejack breaks the silence.

"So that's that. Like I told ya, there ain't nothin' that can keep me from bein' the best at truth or dare."

She's cocky and overflowing with pride, but hell... she deserves to be. Your mind goes blank as you watch her stand in her own glory; drops of rain falling off her warm, bright orange coat, her damp mane looking so beautiful and majestic as it flowed down her powerful back, neck, and shoulders. Her green eyes sparkle as small droplets are scattered across her dark eyelashes, glistening in the evening light. Holy shit. She's a goddess.

Pinkie Pie shuts her gaping jaw, eyes wider than ever. "WOW, Applejack!! That was mega super awesome!"

Applejack smiles and nods to her. "Guess it's your turn to be asked, Pinkie. Will that be truth or dare?" she asks as she picks her wind-carried hat off the ground.

The cotton candy pony stops to think for a few seconds. "Dares seem like a lot of fun. Dare me, dare me!"

You could tell that's what Applejack was expecting to hear when she's quick to pop the idea she had in mind.

"I dare ya to drink five full glasses of mah cider without stoppin'."

These ponies are gonna kill each other at this rate...

Pinkie smiles back to the honest pony. "That sounds like a doosie, but it's Pinkie possible!"

She walks up to the keg and begins pouring the cider into five separate mugs while she hums and nods rhythmically to herself. She has no idea what she's got herself into. You watch as each glass overflows with alcoholic foam, ready to fill the oblivious pony's bloodstream. She lines up the drinks and begins guzzling down each one with a smile, drinking each one slower than the last. Her body begins to sway as her hind legs begin to fail her, spilling cider on her fluffy tail.

She disdainfully swallowed the last few gulps from the last glass before turning back to Applejack. Her mouth is covered in foamy bubbles and the change hits Pinkie almost immediately.

"Hey.... *hic* I... I gotta beaard!!" she says. Her voice was slurred and not as preppy as it usually is. She giggles as she tries to catch her balance, still holding a smile as she falls on her flanks. You feel a bit sorry for her, she's in for one hell of a hangover in the morning.

She begins to speak with her head dazed and eyes crossed. "So! Anon... truth or dare? Wassit gonna be?" These ponies take this game way too seriously. Seems like the winner will be whomever makes a dare that kills the other. You're gonna go with truth this time, since you didn't plan on dying today.

Pinkie Pie smiles once again when you tell her your choice, Applejack smiles to herself since she knows you chose the easy way out.. "Mmkay! So uhh... is it true that you... *hic*... you think Applejack is cute?"

Suddenly, you think you would have been much better off asking for a dare. You had never really thought about it until today, but once you started looking back at the times the two of you have shared together, you begin to realize it. You think about how she's always caring about you, how faithful and trustworthy she's always been. Her long, blonde, country hair and freckles have always been adorable to you, on top of her southern accent and cowgirl hat. She had such beautiful green eyes that you could stare into all day. Her muscular body was always so flawlessly toned, especially her firm-looking butt. You look to her at the corner of your eye and she pulls her hat over her dark red, blushing face.

She gets up. "...I need a drink." she says before walking back to the keg. They call it TRUTH or Dare for a reason, and when you're playing with the most honest pony in Equestria, you have to tell the truth.

"Yes, it's true." you say to Pinkie. The room grows quiet once again when Applejack stops in her tracks. The three of you stand still in the awkward silence that tortured you to the core. You wish someone else would break the silence, but neither of the ponies speak.

"I guess that makes it my turn, doesn't it?" you say. You obviously can't challenge Applejack. She's never going to see you the same way again. She sits isolated as she drinks in silence, her back turned to you, leaving you questioned as to how she feels about your answer. Whatever she's feeling, you assume it isn't good.

You turn back to Pinkie. "Truth or dare?" you ask. You can't sit and sulk in your confession forever. The least you could do is try to get everyone's mind off of it.

Pinkie hiccups and a large orange bubble is released from her mouth, making her giggle once more. She's still completely wasted, but trying not to show it.

"Dare meh pleaaaaaaaaaaaase." she responds. You look around the room to see that the record player had stopped, which gives you a simple idea.

"I dare you to dance." you say. It wasn't anywhere near as extreme as the previous dares, and you know that Pinkie will have no problem dancing in front of others, but you figure that her drunken choreography would ensure entertainment.

"Ooh! I *hic* love dancing! It's always so *hic* much fun!" the pink pony says. She wobbles over to the record player and you and Applejack snicker as she struggles for balance. "Lessee what I've got heeere..." she says as she searches through a box of records. She makes her selection and, after humorously missing several times, finally lays the record down. Once she places the needle, a dance beat that would make Vinyl Scratch proud begins to play.

Applejack walks back to you as Pinkie begins her dance routine. The two of you laugh hard as Pinkie's heavily influenced body wobbles around the barn, "dancing" hilariously, attempting to sing lyrics that she's clearly making up as she goes along. The poor pony falls once again when her dance ends, leaving you and Applejack rolling on the floor in laughter.

Pinkie sits up and shakes her head. "Well that was... that wasssomething *hic* fun!" she says as her head rocks back and forth atop her shoulders. "But... I gotssomethin' even better... and itssss for you, Appa... *hic*... Appajack... so whassyour answer?"

Seems like that little dance of hers was all she needed to really get the alcohol running through her body, making her words slur together and lessening her her usually ecstatic attitude. You're surprised she's still conscious with that much cider pumping through her veins.

Applejack's egotistical grin returns once more. She's back next to you where she was sitting before, drink in hoof. She seems to have forgotten about your seemingly embarrassment-inducing comment earlier... either that, or she's at least pretending to have forgotten about it. She looks across the room at Pinkie, who is drunken out of her mind, and replies as you would expect.

"Do ya even have to ask? Go on an' dare me. I'll do anything." she says.

Pinkie scratches her chin as she thinks. You could only imagine what's about to come out of her mouth, since her mind is probably soaking in a pool of alcohol right now. Is she going to make Applejack try to juggle something? Eat a whole apple strudel in one bite? Stand on one hoof, balance a glass of chocolate milk on her head, and sing the Equestria national anthem?

"I *hic* dare you to let anon... *hic*... spank you!" Pinkie says.

Well shit. That's not at all what you were expecting.

You look to Applejack, whose face is once again as red as an apple. You clearly have no problem with complying to Pinkie's unexpected sexual dare, but the question is if Applejack is up for it. She did say there wasn't a dare she would ever decline, but then again, she's never had a human slap her ass before. Whether she chooses to accept the dare or not, you both know that her pride is on the line.

"Well I'll just show you. I ain't got a problem with that, no ma'am. I'm gonna win this game, ya hear!?" Applejack says, trying to cover for her embarrassment. She's doing her best to sound tough, but by the dark red hue of her face, you can tell that she doesn't feel the same way she acts.

You stand up and the pony positions herself in front of you, hind legs spread with her posterior lifted towards you. You can't help but stare brainlessly at her firm, round ass, supported by muscular legs, pointed directly at you, begging to be slapped. It's athletically toned, yet rather large in proportion. It never occurred to you that she had a big ass, but you've realized a lot of new things this stormy night. The curves of her orange flanks are flawless, as if they were smelted and imbued with both strength and eroticism by the hands of a god.

The pony looks back at you angrily. "Well are ya gonna spank me or what!?"

Although you would love to sit and stare at her ass for the rest of eternity, it's clear that Applejack wants to get this over with quickly. Since this may be your only chance, your hormones take over your mind and you make the most of it. Without thinking, you draw your hand back and give the awe-inspiring ass a very quick and forceful slap, resulting in a loud whip-like crack that echos throughout the room, followed by what sounds like a deep and loud moan.

You freeze in disbelief of what you had heard. Did she just... no, it couldn't have been... could it?

Pinkie breaks your thought with a loud burst of laughter. With all the excitement, you had forgotten that she was watching, or that she was the only reason you got to lay a hand on that sweet apple booty.

"You really... *hic* slapped her ass good, teehee! That was.... that wasssomething." she says. "But y'know... I think I'll jussst... *hic* I think I'll take a nap. You go head and... keep up the fun without me." she slurs before falling flat on her face, exhausted and intoxicated from the long night of partying.

Applejack laughs. "I tell ya, my apple cider ain't nothin' to front with! Guess that means Pinkie's outta the game and it's down to the two of us, sugarcube."

It's a good thing she's been keeping the awkwardness between the two of you to a minimum. With the combination of crush-confessing and ass-spanking, you're surprised she's even talking to you right now, but you're glad she is. You wouldn't be happy otherwise. You look back to her flank to see a bright red hand print branded in detail. It's practically steaming, but Applejack hasn't seem to have noticed. Although you don't want to be the one to point it out to her, you should at least apologize, since you enjoyed it at her expense.

"Looks like I might've left a mark on you after... you-know-what happened. I'm sorry about that."

She looks back at her flank with surprise and the color of her face soon matches that of her crimson butt. "Well I'll be! I didn't think you had it in ya to be doin' that much, Anon!" she remarks. She laughs about it, which puts you at ease. "Don't pay no mind to it, though. It don't hurt none anymore, and it ain't as bad as I thought it'd be, since it's kinda my first rodeo with that and all."

The thought makes you realize that your hand still stings a bit, but hell, it's worth it. You fill up another glass of cider and AJ does the same. While you drink to your heart's content, Applejack sits quietly, looking as if something was bothering her.

"Is something wrong, Applejack?" you ask attentively.

She stays still, swaying her half-filled glass in circles as she watches its content swirl around, her expression askew with no signs to tell what she could be pondering.

She looks to you for a few seconds without saying anything. She sighs and finally comes to terms with you.

"Anon... I've gotta ask you somethin', and I wancha to tell me the truth." she says.

You look back to her with a puzzled look. "Of course. I wouldn't lie to you." you divulge.

She stops swirling her drink and sets her drink down. It's evident that what she's about to ask is very important to her. Something she may have been questioning for a while. She sighs once more.

"Earlier today... when Pinkie asked if you thought I was cute, and you said yes... was all that true?"

This is it. The true moment of honesty. It's just the two of you, no dares, no other friends. Just you, her, and an unconscious drunken pink horse soiling herself on the floor.

"Yes, Applejack. Of course it's true." you admit.

She looks back down to her drink with a faint smile. You look the other way and take a sip of your drink. In the lingering silence, you can hear the subtle taps of rain on the barn roof. The storm had settled down immensely to a steady drizzle, still bearing the occasional flare of lighting. You scratch your head. Damn... this has been one hell of a night.

"Y'know, Anon, I guess it's time I spread a little truth myself..." Applejack announces. "I think I may have enjoyed that little love pat ya gave me."