A chorus of voices sang out, “For he’s a jolly good fellow, that nobody can deny.” The melodious tune came from six young women gathered around a table with a cake that held eighteen unlit candles and in green and purple gel read, “Happy Birthday, Spike.”
The recipient of this delicious message was the only one sitting at the table. His long green hair was wild and spiky presenting his namesake, but it wasn't the spikes in his hair he was most well-known for. Instead, what would first catch a stranger's eye were the multi-shaded green fins where his ears should have been, or perhaps his emerald, reptilian eyes and the set of fangs that revealed themselves with every word he spoke. People would often quickly look down to avoid staring only to find their eyes drawn to finely manicured claws, and a long lizard tail with green spines that came to a spaded end. These features were all he had inherited from a family he would never know. They were unique to him throughout all who resided in the kingdom of Equestria. The most scrutinizing of eyes might also have been able to make out a pair of hidden wings and well-toned muscle from his long days of apprentice work under the purple jacket and a plain green T-shirt he'd hardly ever be seen without. Of course, such eyes could be found attempting to sneak peeks at him when he was not looking among the party goers.
Of the six lovely participants in the celebration, one was staring into a book with a look of fascination. She looked up with a delighted smile and a large pair of shining, purple eyes as if having found some great answer to the universe in the pages before her. "Okay Spike, going by what is says here, it should be time to light the candles!" With book in hand, the term scholarly seemed fitting of the black haired librarian. Among her friends it was easy to tell that he was of medium height; she wore her signature purple sweater vest that matched her eyes as well as a short black skirt giving her a smart and quite attractive appearance that she appeared completely oblivious to. At first glance the two streaks of colour, one purple, one pink, that parted through her hair and tail would quickly catch one's eye, and yet there were few that did not know of the immense power that dwelled inside the purple horn protruding from her brow.
“You read that exact same book every year, I don’t know what you expect to find has been magically added in there since the last year, but, as you command, Twilight.” Green flame shot forward from the maw of the guest of honor, igniting eighteen wicks.
Cheers rang out and a brown Stetson was thrown into the air, landing right back on its owner’s head. The cowgirl in question was sporting a long, blonde ponytail in both her hair and along her tail. Dressed as casual as ever in her red, plaid shirt, sleeves still rolled up from her work at her family's farm, and a pair of jeans that hugged her waist. Her gaze was gentle and honest, as long as no one messed with her family, challenged her to any sort of competition, cheated, or irked her in any other way she would feel the need to hurt them for, from her light green eyes. She stood with her arms crossed and her back against the wall showing off how the years of hard work on her farm had given her an impressively muscular, although not huge, and very attractive figure. “Can’t believe that fire breath of yours still amazes me every time, after all these years.”
“Applejack’s right, Spike, that’s always awesome. I still like your wings better; though. I mean, they’re not as cool as mine, they are pretty rad. I can’t understand why you choose to keep them under that stuffy coat of yours all the time.” With her hands on her hips, the rather tall and tomboyish girl wore a smug smile. Her sky blue sweater jacket and sweat pants matched the wings that hung from her back which granted her the ability to fly. It was always easy to tell where she had been and where she was going thank to the rainbow trail that was left in her wake as she flew, thanks to her hair and tail coloring.
An angelic voice with a tone matching a mother scolding a child reprimanded the stunt flyer, “Now, Rainbow Dash, if Spike wants to keep his wings under his jacket that’s perfectly okay and you shouldn’t bother him about it… if that’s okay with you, that is.” Spike’s attempted savior was another winged beauty. unlike Rainbow Dash, however, her wings were a soft, yellow color. Soft yellow feathers clenched tight together in worry that her defending one friend might have lead to the offense of another. A long curl of pink hair hung low and partially hid her face from view as her shy nature kicked in. She held her tail up constantly so that it glided across the floor instead of dragging on it. Teal eyes that were so kind that they seemed to stare into the soul, and anyone would happily let her. A yellow sun dress with white frills completed the portrait; her hands were currently playing with the hem as she wondered if she could have handled that in a nicer way somehow.
“Yep, that’s Fluttershy alright! Oo! Oo! Can I go next? Can I? Can I? Let's see... My name’s Pinkie Pie and…let’s see… Ah! I’ve got crazy, pink, curly hair and a tail just as chaotic, like cotton candy. I’m wearing my favorite party clothes: a pink short-sleeve tee-shirt and a bouncy pink skirt.” To prove her point she started to bounce in place, the fabric following carelessly along with her. “Sweets are amazing, but don’t be fooled, I’ve got it going on. Oh, and you can’t find a bigger, whiter smile than mine in all of Equestria! Hmmm, what else? Oh, I know, my eyes are a light blue that just radiate happiness. Or maybe joy? Oooh, I've got it: cheeriness! Yep that’s me, Pinkie “Party” Pie.” Six other mouths hung open as looks of pure confusion surrounded the table.
Twilight was the first to have her mind restart. “Pinkie, what was that?”
For her question she received an almost belittling look of sorrow. “Twilight, I thought you knew all about stories. Everyone knows you have to describe the characters when they’re first introduced, duh.”
“Riiiiight.” A silent nod of agreement later, and it was decided that Pinkie was just being Pinkie and thinking about it too hard was a bad idea.
“Well, while I would love to discuss looks, fashion, and all other matters of fabulosity, I think Spikey-Wikey, handsome as he is, might be interested more in getting some cake and continuing this fabulous soirée than our opinions on his appearance.” The sing-song voice belonged to a beautiful woman in a rather majestic, long, black V-neck dress, making her look like the goddess of beauty herself. The air of maturity that she had a tendency to emanate betrayed her as the youngest in the room, besides the birthday boy himself. Her eyes were a dark azure, which if one were to stare too long into, they would find themselves drowning in them. She wore a dark purple lipstick that was painted across her lips and matched her styled hair and tail which were done in a spiral-shaped hairdo. Her skin was incredibly fair and the white horn on her forehead seemed to complete the regal picture.
Spike could not help but grin as Rarity used his pet name and left him with another complimented him. To her everyone was a darling, but only he was Spikey-Wikey. A small victory to some, but it meant so much more from someone who meant so much more than she seemed to know, to him. They all meant the world to him, really. As it often did, the realization of his romantic attachment to them made him feel both stupid and warm inside at the same time. After all, what kind of idiot falls in love with six different women?
“No way, Rarity! What kind of man doesn’t love hearing about how awesome and cool he is from six, stunning, beautiful ladies such as yourselves.” Faces turned red as everyone tried to avoid direct contact with Spike. Even his own face had taken on a darker hue as the realization of how smooth that sounded hit him. His hand found the back of his neck and gently rubbed it awkwardly. “Anyways, according to dragon tradition, I now have to pick who gets to blow the candles out.”
The room seemed to grow quiet as everyone secretly wished to be picked to have the honor for such a momentous occasion, except for Pinkie Pie who was waving her hands up and down while jumping. “But, to hell with dragon tradition, I have eighteen candles and the six people who I want more than anything to spend this time with. I think it’s only fair you all get to blow them out together, three each before Twilight goes all OCD on us.”
“HEY!”
A round of laughter was shared before six beautiful lips moved towards the cake and gently blew out the green flames together.
Two hundredths of a second later Pinkie screamed, “CAKE TIME!” before cutting seven pieces of various sizes and handing them out to their intended recipient with impossible speed.
A bite of the talented baker and her teachers’ skill sent the lucky souls to a magical wonderland of flavor. Pinkie’s smile seemed to grow even wider and surprisingly took on a hint of deviousness.
With the cake finished, it was time to move on to the next part of the party. Pinkie quickly checked to make sure that night had indeed fallen on the small town of Ponyville before announcing her plans. The moon and stars confirmed her suspicions. “Okay party people! It’s time for some party games. I was thinking we could start with pin the tail on the pony, then a little piñata action, and maybe if you guys are up for it, hide and seek!”
“Pinkie, darling, those games seem a bit…” Rarity searched for a nice way of putting it while twirling her hand around in the air.
“Childish,” Spike finished, earning him a small glare from Rarity. “Don’t misunderstand, Pinkie, I love playing those games with you, but I was hoping for something… more mature for my eighteenth birthday party with my six closest friends,” he almost seemed to sigh at the last word.
The pink-haired ball of energy seemed undeterred from his confession; in fact, she looked happier. “Of course, silly me. Well, I have heard of one new game, but I’ve never played it personally.” Pinkie, in a moment of amazing self-control, let the suspense build as everyone in the room leaned in closer. “It’s called, ‘The Punishment Game’.”
“Eep!” Fluttershy jumped back a little. “That doesn’t sound very safe.”
A general nod of agreement came from the group.
Pinkie just waved off their concerns with a giggle. “It’s not dangerous. It’s like Truth or Dare, but with no ‘Truth.’ If you fail to complete your dare you have to instead do a punishment as deemed by the darer. In order to differentiate, the dares should be challenge-based where one could succeed or fail, but the punishments should be more like commands that you simply do. No one can cancel out someone else’s punishment or their own, and in order to make sure no one is ganged up on, you can’t dare someone for two turns after their own turn. Simple, right?” Rarity’s red work glasses appeared on Pinkie’s face for added effect, before being snatched away by the confused fashionista, who was positive she had left them at home in one of her desk drawers.
“I don’t know, Pinkie.” Twilight looked around the table to find a mix of reactions. Rainbow Dash had heard the word challenge and was already smiling, the thought of getting to force a punishment on someone no doubt contributing. Applejack shared a similar, although more honest, smile at the thought of challenges. Fluttershy still looked terrified of the whole idea. Rarity’s eyes shone with the hope of having some new in-group gossip; although she’d never talk about her friends behind their backs to others, she could recollect and reminisce with everyone in the room as she often did about their many adventures. Spike had somehow managed to take on a perfect poker face, which was an expression her lifelong friend only used when thinking up trouble. It made her wonder why he bothered to practice a poker face at all. He might as well have been rubbing his hands together and cackling evilly.
“I think it sounds like fun, Twilight. Plus, it’s Pinkie, party-thrower extraordinaire, she’d never lead us wrong.” Spike gave her a small, ‘you know I’m right,’ stare.
“Fine. What’s the worst that could happen anyways? Just… try not to take it too far, okay, everyone?” Twilight asked, giving in to her curiosity.
Pinkie quickly hopped from the kitchen towards the reading area in the tree-based library, and sprang into a beanbag chair on the floor as Fluttershy and Rarity took a seat on the couch, Twilight decided on one of the library’s cushioned reading chairs for herself, and Rainbow Dash and Applejack claimed spots on the outskirts of a large rug in the middle of the room. Spike was the last to arrive and chose to sit on the arm of the couch, which Twilight scowled at him for, before she moved in between Rarity and Fluttershy.
Pinkie looked around herself before putting her hand on her chin. “Hmm, this just won’t do. I think we should all be on the same level. Twilight, are there blankets or sheets we could use to make the floor more comfortable? We could move the furniture to make some space for everyone.”
“Yeah, I have a bunch of sheets and extra blankets for winter in the closet upstairs, just need some help bringing them down.”
After gathering the necessary materials and moving the furniture, the floor now held everyone, except Pinkie, who made the point that technically the beanbag chair was on floor level.
An awkward silence seemed to envelop the room, and Dash, impatient as always, was the first to ask the all-important question, “So, Pinkie, how do we start?”
“Well, it’s Spike’s birthday, so why don’t you start us off, Spike?”
The drake’s shoulders sagged as his mind attempted to sort out the rules. “If it’s all the same, Pinkie, since you’re the one who came up with it I’d prefer if you started.”
“Okie Dokie Lokie!” The energetic eyes of the young woman jumped around the room before staring at the first participant of the night. “Fluttershy, I dare you to drink three glasses of Apple Family Hard Cider in under three minutes.”
Fluttershy’s response was a sudden squeak and an attempt at hiding behind her hair.
Standing up, Dash headed over to grab everything that would be needed. “Hey, Applejack, get your butt over here and help me with this all this stuff; it’s heavy.”
Once she was out of her spot, Applejack dusted her jeans off and headed towards Dash and the party supplies that had been moved to the side earlier. “Fine, but it ain’t heavy, you’re just too scrawny.”
The two grabbed the keg she brought over for the event, a table, and three glasses. The glasses were quickly filled to the top and placed down in a row.
“D-d-do I have to?” Fluttershy managed to ask after having made her way to the front of the table. Everyone now stood around the table watching, waiting, and feeling generally guilty about making the shy girl the center of attention.
“You could forfeit and take the punishment. But where’s the fun in that?” Pinkie managed to give her friend one of the saddest looks the unbelievably happy party animal could muster.
Her heart sank and all Fluttershy could do was manage a quiet, “Fine,” before the smile returned to her friend’s face.
Rainbow Dash removed her stopwatch before announcing the start, “Ready. Set. Go!”
Mouths fell open as one after one the glasses disappeared before the previously believed weakest drinker of the group. As Fluttershy finished the last one, Dash’s finger subconsciously hit the stopwatch, putting an end to the numbers flying past on it. A small, almost inaudible squeak escaped the challenger’s lips, forcing Spike’s hand to his chest in an attempt to not faint from the sheer cuteness. “Excuse me.”
“One minute and twenty-eight seconds. Where did you learn to drink like that?” Dash couldn’t believe her eyes.
Fluttershy’s face was a tad redder than normal as she answered, “I didn’t; I just did it.” She giggled, revealing to everyone that while she was indeed an incredibly fast drinker, she was not a very strong one. Pinkie just smiled. Sure, she had lost her chance to punish Fluttershy, but her goal had been accomplished.
Twilight naturally took charge and announced, “Your turn, Fluttershy.”
“Okay… hic. I wanna see Rainbow Dash beat Applejack in an arm-wrestling contest.” The yellow-winged woman stumbled slightly before gently falling on her behind.
Dash’s elbow hit the table as Rarity and Spike helped Fluttershy back up to watch. “Come on then, cowgirl, let’s see you try to beat a real athlete.”
Unamused by the taunting, Applejack placed her arm on the table and, a bit more firmly than necessary, grabbed Dash’s hand. “Sugarcube, I was gonna go easy on ya, but now I can’t wait to see what Fluttershy punishes you with.”
Dash just rolled her eyes. Considering her options, she nearly called for Twilight to help but decided she’d rather not listen to an hour-long description of the rules of arm-wrestling from some book the library undoubtedly had hanging around. Most of her other choices were not much better leaving only, “Spike, set us up.”
Looking forward to seeing the match, Spike placed his hands over theirs. “On your mark. Get set. Go!”
His hands flew off as the two girls reminded everyone of their competitive streak, especially when it came to one another. Rainbow Dash was slowly but steadily forcing Applejack’s hand down. Nearing the table and her victory Dash surged forth with everything she had. A cocky smile spread across Rainbow Dash’s face assure that nothing could stop her now. Applejack merely smiled, the back of her hand a mere inch from defeat, and in one powerful move forced her friend’s hand into the table, being careful not to hurt anything beside her pride in the process.
Rainbow Dash was now the first official loser of The Punishment Game, something she was less than pleased with. Her hands folded over her chest as she mumbled something inaudible under her breath. “Alright Shy, what do I have to do?”
“Well since… hic, Applejack won, I think she desrevesh a prize. Your punishment ish that you have to... to lick and suck on one of her feet for at least th-thirty seconds.”
After a moment of stunned realization from the entire room, Rainbow Dash managed to force out her words, “WHAT!? C’mon, you’re kidding me! I don’t really have to do that, do I?”
A short burst of laughter escaped Pinkie’s mouth as she interrupted the inevitable pass Fluttershy was going to offer. “Rules are rules, Dashie. You lost the dare so you have to pay up. Equestria’s star athlete wouldn’t just quit and give up now, would she?”
Twilight teleported the table back to where it belonged before some got her with the amount of thrashing that she predicted
Beaten by her own stubbornness, Rainbow Dash quickly yanked Applejack’s foot out from under her, knocking the farmgirl on her back. The boot was removed quickly and went sailing across the room; Pinkie barely managed to sidestep the flying footwear as it whizzed by her head, landing against the wall with an audible thump. She was not so lucky in avoiding the unexpected bunched-up sock that quickly followed, striking her in the back of the head as she was distracted by the boot. Rainbow Dash grimaced at the bare toes that now wiggled in front of her. With an annoyed glare at the foot she muttered, “Let’s get this over with.”
Applejack was an honest mare, but she still had secrets. It wasn’t really lying if she just never told anyone, after all. One such ungiven bit of information was that her feet were extremely sensitive. She had padded her boots to reduce the discomfort of the long days in the orchard and had mastered the Apple family-style of bucking that sent the force of the kick through the body instead of just the feet and legs. So while to many it would seem a lifetime of hard work would have killed most of the feeling in her feet, it simply was not the case. She now found one of her smooth, delicate feet in the grip of her closest friend and rival, who was prepared to use her mouth in ways that neither had ever considered. “Wait a minute ya’ll, this seems a tad- AHH!”
The warm, moist tongue that impatiently ran roughly over the heel of Applejack’s foot cut off all train of thought. Dash normally would have broke out in laughter after she heard the moan of pleasure from her friend, but she had a punishment to complete and the fact it was her doing it wasn’t helping to be fair. Of course, she was not about to let Applejack off that easily as she realized the implications. Guided by the sudden and devious inspiration, Dash trailed her tongue slowly upwards, tickling the arc, and forcing a cute giggle from the tough farmer; she was surprised to find that Applejack kept her feet rather clean unlike her boots. Overall, her foot did not particularly smell of much accept apple scented shampoo and it tasted a little salty but not entirely unpleasant or vomit inducing as she had expected. As she reached the first toe she wrapped her lips around the appendages and sucked gently while biting down softly. Thankfully, the toes were void of any nail polish; Rainbow Dash had always found the smell of nail polish abysmal and she doubted it tasted any better. Her tongue was fast to join the assault as it flicked the tip.
Applejack was gasping for breath between moans of pleasure and piercing screams as the agile flyer proved that her dexterity was shared by her entire body, her tongue discovering new sensitive spots and attacking them mercilessly. It had never occurred to her that something like this would feel so good. Her cheeks flushed as she continued to make the raw, suggestive whimpers and moans in response to the masterful treatment as her friends watched and listened. Part of her was begging for time to be up already, but the rest of her was too busy hoping it would never end.
“Oh, my.” The sudden realization of what was going on mixed with the fact that she had been the cause seemed to sober up the shy girl a little. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she forced her eyes off the spectacle and onto a clock hanging from the wall above the door. “It’s been almost a minute…”
The joint-shout of the two participants almost deafened the room, “WHAT?!”
“I suppose you two were caught up in the moment, huh, darlings?” Rarity’s teasing caused both to suddenly look at each other before quickly turning away.
The poor mastermind behind the incident was on the verge of tears. “Please don’t hate me. I didn’t know this would happen. I-I-I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine Shy. Just a little harmless fun, right, Applejack?”
“Yeah, nothing to go crying about now, Sugarcube. Dash just got carried away, is all.” She could have hit herself in the face as she realized what she had just done.
Bemused, Rainbow Dash suddenly grinned, full of teeth and malice. “That so? Well you will just love this then. Applejack, I dare you to undergo tickle torture on your feet for two minutes without laughing. Spike, you have a quill around here?”
Before Spike could answer and go grab one, a drawer in the corner of the room became encased in a lilac aura opening and having a feathered writing utensil float up from within with the same glow around it as it floated over and the drawer shut. “Right here, Dash.”
“Can’t we be reasonable about this?” Her eye pleaded for mercy as the athlete plucked the quill from the air and tapped her own cheek with the pointed end.
“Eenope.” Before the mocking answer could even register, the pegasus was upon the unprepared foot. Dash was merciless in her assault, displaying speed and style in an impressive flair that feet-tickling had never seen. Quick assaults here, a wiggle there, no quarter was to be given. The farmer’s eyes were clenched shut as she suffered through Dash’s effort, trying as hard as possible to hold her breath.
In an amazing show of perseverance and stubbornness, Applejack managed to last the whole two minutes by biting down on her lip. Her back had arched, she had slammed her fist into the blanket she had fallen back upon, tears had even run down the side of her face, but she did not laugh. Dash seemed more than pleased that she had lost and instead got the full two minutes to torment her friend. Applejack enjoyed a sigh of relief as the feather fell away from her foot. “Not too bad, Applejack, but I hope you aren’t expecting the whole night to be this easy.”
Using her elbows, Applejack managed to force herself back into a sitting position as she tried to catch her breath. “Sh-Shut it, Dash. It’s my turn now… just give me a minute here to compose myself. Okay.” She glared beside her at the fashionista who had been quick to not only grab the seat next to Spike off the back, but also to take a crack at her and Dash during the last punishment. “Rarity, I dare ya to tell us about your first time.”
Rarity seemed unimpressed by the challenge. “Well I must have been about four or five,” eyes around the room stared in disbelief, “and my mother had taken me to this cute little store full of fabric and design templates. I was just so inspired that I forced her to buy me some of each-”
Applejack, suddenly feeling a lot better, attempted to fix the misunderstanding, “Not your first time designing or sewing or whatever frilly thing you’re going on about. I meant your first time having…” she motioned with her hands in the air.
“My designs on the catwalk?”
“Sex!”
Before responding, Rarity snapped her head back, allowing her hair to bounce, “There’s nothing to tell.”
“What do ya mean there’s nothing to tell?”
She took a deep breath and attempted to rid her face of the bright red coloring that had begun to make itself visible. “I’ve never… pursued the matter before. I am a lady, and a lady waits for the perfect gentlemen whom she plans on spending her life with before she consummates their relationship. Honestly, I’m disappointed you would even think a romantic like me would have…”
Applejack seemed genuinely regretful of her assumption against her friend. “I’m sorry, Rarity. I ain’t exactly… experienced either. Too much time working to really find someone.”
“I apparently scare guys away with my awesomeness.” She threw herself backwards on the blanket and tossed her hands up. “They just can’t handle the Dash.”
Another quiet response came from behind a mass of straight, pink hair, “Um… I can’t really talk to boys…. or anyone, really.”
Twilight straightened her sweater vest before responding. “No time for dating here. I have to study and practice my magic.”
A cluster of giggling broke out from an overly excited source. “I love everybody, just not in that way.”
The air around the young drake seemed to thicken as all eyes were on him. “Well, all I do is hang out with beautiful women all day. Of course, it’s you six, soooo, I’m not exactly getting any either.”
“Well, seems it’s your turn now, Rarity. Being that my dare seemed to have been taken by everyone.”
“In that case,” Rarity tapped her lip inquisitively, “I’ll take the honor of being the first to get to dare Spikey. Spike, I dare you to eat the gallon of ice cream that was left after the cake, without getting a brain freeze.”
“Sounds less like a dare and more like you’re trying to reward me, Rarity.” Spike was up and back from the kitchen with the unopened ice cream fast enough that even Rainbow Dash was impressed. “I do this for all the ice cream lovers in the world.” Spoonful after spoonful was shoveled into the teenager’s mouth as he greedily gulped down the sweet treat; however, as is common of Spike, he got a bit overzealous and fell to the ground whimpering in pain as he grabbed his head. “Okay… my bad… definitely lost that one.”
After allowing him a moment to recover from his pain, Rarity happily announced Spike’s punishment, “You’re not allowed to wear your jacket for the rest of the night.”
Pinkie, Dash, and Applejack all kind of stared at Rarity for her rather lame punishment, but were at least happy to get Spike in a more comfortable position. Unlike Spike, they kept their mouths closed on the subject.
“Seriously?”
“It’s tacky to wear jackets indoors, and anyways, I have to agree with Dash; your wings are simply too magnificent to keep hidden all the time.”
The jacket was promptly removed and handed to Rarity as a pair of large, amethyst, reptilian wings unfolded before returning to a more manageable size. Honestly, Spike wished he could be more upset, but the compliment to his wings made him feel rather hot-headed, even after his shameful display of losing to strawberry ice cream.
Fluttershy asked the one question that most of the room had been wondering since the wings had sprouted, “Why do you hide them, Spike? They’re so beautiful… if you don’t mind me asking that is.”
“They’re too large and awkward, is all.”
Twilight gave him a bemused look. “Spike, don’t lie.”
“Fine. It’s just that, they remind me of how different I am from everybody else.” His hand moved unconsciously to one of the fins on the side of his head. “How much of a freak I am.”
Spike’s back hit the soft blanket as he was tackled to the ground by the six beauties around him. His face flushed red, partly from the show of affection, and partly from the divine feeling of their breasts pressing against him.
“Spike, darling, you being different from everyone else is a good thing. I don’t know anyone as gentlemanly as you, as helpful as you, or as well-versed in fashion.”
“You’re so kind and caring with the animals, no one else even compares.”
“You breathe fire, have awesome wings, and those claws and fangs are so badass. Why would you even want to be just another face in the crowd when you’re so awesome already?”
“I ain’t ever had anybody compete with me and Big Mac in apple bucking, not even in the family, but you make us work hard to keep being the best.”
“Nobody parties like you, Spike. No one takes pranks or comes up with pranks like you either.”
“You see, Spike, there isn’t a single thing we would change about you. So stop thinking you have something to be ashamed of, my number one assistant.”
His arms wrapped around them gently, but firmly, feeling their warmth throughout his body. “You girls really are the best.”
Pinkie threw herself backwards dragging the rest of the girls with her leaving a mass of bodies on the floor. “Back to the game!” Everyone laughed at her antics and retook their spots.
“Alright, Twilight, I think it’s about time you had a dare.” A malicious grin overtook Spike’s face. “I dare you to teleport into Celestia and Luna’s chambers and steal a pair of each of their panties.”
As if by magic, a number of strands of Twilight’s hair sprang out of place. “Very funny, Spike.”
“Not kidding.”
“… I hate you.”
Spike smirked in amusement. “I know.”
Gasping for air, Rarity held her hand to her mouth in shock. “You can’t possibly be considering actually doing it, Twilight. I mean… they’re the princesses. Spike, you can’t really expect her to do this. You’re just joking, right?”
“I’m totally serious.” After the words left his mouth, Spike seemed to remember who they were directed at and had the courtesy to blush and rub the back of his head without making eye contact.
“And I’m not letting him win.” In a flash of magenta light Twilight disappeared, before reappearing in the bedchambers of the Princesses of Equestria. Glad to find the Goddesses of the Sun and Moon outside of their room at this late hour, Twilight quickly located a large wardrobe. She quietly snuck over and started sifting through the drawers. As she found the drawer that contained the royal underwear, disbelief rocked her mind. Twilight had expected something fitting of the majestic and kind rulers, white, pure, and modest, what she found instead were tiny pieces of silk and leather that barely covered anything. She even found a few that left nothing covered at all.
“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”
“Ah!” She turned around in dread, recognizing the royal Canterlot voice.
In front of Twilight stood the Goddess of the Night herself, Luna. Her ethereal blue, star speckled hair swayed gently back and forth as if caught in some supernatural wind that only surrounded the Celestial Sisters. Midnight blue wings flared behind her as the horn on her head, matching her wings in color, glowed with magical power illuminating the room in a deep blue. A long-flowing black dress inlaid with diamonds to mimic the view of the night sky cascaded down her body. “Care to explain what my sister’s prize pupil is doing shifting through our undergarments?”
“Um… well you see… Spike dared me to steal a pair of underwear from you and Celestia as part of a game for his eighteenth birthday party, please don’t banish me!” She managed to blurt out the words so fast that only Pinkie Pie would have been able to match or surpass the speed. Her eyes begged for forgiveness as she tried to prepare for the worst punishment she could think of.
Luna’s face however, was not one of anger, but one of amusement. She smiled at the young charge in anticipation. “How wonderful. Such foolishness sounds fun. No wonder Celestia had been so disappointed we couldn’t make it. A pair from my sister and I, is it?” Luna’s horn brightened slightly for a moment before dimming back to merely illuminate the room. In her hand she now held a pair of small white panties with a sun symbol. Before Twilight could get a good look, Luna crouched down and slid her hands under her dress. They moved up a tempting pair of slender legs, bunching the dress up to her thighs, before sliding back down. She stood up and took two steps back leaving a piece of black fabric on the floor. With a simple levitation spell they joined her sister’s pair in her hands. “I bestow upon you, Twilight Sparkle, the panties of the Alicorn Sisters. Enjoy.”
Twilight, still blushing from the extremely provocative, though short, strip show Princess Luna had presented, felt the soft, and if she had to guess, silk panties placed into her hands. She held them up, still very confused by the scene that had played out. Luna’s were similar to Celestia’s in design, except they had a crescent moon on the front. Twilight noticed another unique quality about them, “Princess Luna, why are these both… wet?”
Luna’s face darkened just a little. “Well, I grew a little excited when I found someone searching through the royal undergarments, and if I were to guess, Celestia was daydreaming again, since I teleported them right off of her. She has a bad habit of doing that whenever she gets bored with her royal duties.”
Catching a whiff from the saturated silk in front of her, Twilight’s face mimicked that of her princess but much deeper in color. “I could just get a pair of unused ones.”
“No, you have been caught, and your punishment is that you shall be returning with your quarry fresh from the bodies of the Princesses… or you could see how the moon is this time of year.”
“These ones it is! Bye… Princess Luna… Thanks for being so understanding.” Twilight’s horn began to glow as the familiar feeling of energy coursed through her body.
“Anytime, young one.” And like that, Twilight vanished in a flash of light.
Re-appearing in her spot, Twilight found everyone had used her absence to grab drinks and snacks or talk idly. Of course, her return to their immediate reality quieted everyone as they looked at her expectantly. She held her hand open allowing the items of her quest to dangle from her fingers. “One sun and one moon, as dared.”
Spike stared in amazement at the accomplishment. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Way to go, Twil- is that a wet spot?”
“Luna sort-of caught me. She was happy to offer me help, as long as I took… used pairs right off of her and Celestia.”
Before anyone could exclaim their opinions, Pinkie somehow appeared behind Twilight and snatched the prizes. “Yoink! I’ll just hold on to these. Your turn!”
“Pinkie, give them back!”
“That’s not a dare, silly; it’s more of a punishment.”
Twilight stared daggers at her friend. “Fine, then I dare you to go the rest of the night without sweets.”
“Done. We just had cake and ice cream anyways; I’ll just skip my pre-sleep fritter. I thought you’d come up with something a little more creative, Twilight.”
“We’ll see.” Twilight’s horn lit up and with a wave of her hand, a small cake laced with éclairs and topped with donuts and chocolate mousse appeared in her hand.
“It can’t be! The MMM! Where did you even get one?!”
“The Cakes and the other bakers offered to make me one after helping to solve the mystery of who ate the originals. I used a little magic and put it in a stasis bubble where it wouldn’t age, just for a special occasion. So, who wants some?” Twilight quickly cut the pieces and handed them out to everyone but Pinkie Pie. “All you have to do is ask for it Pinkie.”
Pinkie struck a dramatic pose, one hand balled into a fist and raised towards the heavens. “NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!” The illusion however was ruined by the line of drool seeping from her mouth and the fact that she couldn’t tear her eyes off of her slice of cake.
Twilight shrugged and with a wave of her hand, Pinkie’s piece was gone. “Well if you change your mind, all you have to do is ask… and accept your punishment, of course.”
“I used to think you were a nutty professor-genius, Twilight; now I know you’re an evil mad meanie-genius. Revenge will be mine, eventually,” Pinkie proudly exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “Until then, Applejack, I dare you to do three body shots off Rainbow Dash without getting any on her clothes.”
The party animal’s hand collided with a claw hand held low. “Pinkie, you’re my hero.”
“Not yet I’m not,” she winked emphasizing her point.
Looking over at Spike, Twilight questioned if it was wise to let things go in this direction, lest the game end with six horny, drunk mares jumping him. “Wait a minute, Pinkie, doesn’t that seem a bit extreme?”
Inner turmoil stirred inside Rarity’s head. On one hand she was positive that this would completely change the tone of the game into a far more… adult one, but she also knew that if she allowed things to continue as they were, she might get something she wanted for Spike’s birthday. Having taken too long, she completely missed her chance as Applejack stood up, ignoring Twilight’s protest.
Tipping her hat down to try and hide her embarrassment, Applejack sighed. “At least I’m getting a drink out of it this time. How do we go about doing this, Pinkie?”
Dash’s wings flared in anger as she glared at Applejack, Pinkie, and Spike. “Why do I keep getting dragged into this? Why can’t she do it off Spike?”
Pinkie giggled. “Cause it drives you crazy, and that makes it funny. Plus, I really want to see you with your shirt off. I’m sure Spike will lose his soon enough,” she purred the last part out, with an eye flutter for extra effect.
Spike’s head shot up as a cold chill ran down his spine. All eyes were upon him, and it did not take Sherclop Holmes to realize that those hungry eyes were undressing him in their minds. “So, back to Rainbow Dash stripping so Applejack can drink cider off her body.”
Pinkie’s face suddenly brightened up, and she bonked herself in the head. “Oh, right. Well basically, you have someone pour the shot down Dashie’s body and then you try to lick and slurp it all up before it reaches her clothes.”
“Sounds simple enough.” Applejack lifted her hat up and stared at her rival. “Ya heard her Dash, lose the shirt. And if ya really want to make it easy, the pants and-”
“You’re lucky I’m taking the shirt off!” Her hands found their way to the zipper at the top of her jacket. She looked around the room to find everyone staring at her. One final gulp, and she yanked the zipper down and threw her jacket towards Spike. “Hold on to that for me.”
Spike was unable to respond as he tried his best not to stare at Rainbow Dash’s chest; a task made that much more difficult by two rather new realizations. First, the fact that Dash had worn a rather sexy, black, half cup bra that, much like its name suggested, only covered the bottom half of her breasts including her nipples but left the soft, supple skin above in full view. The other shocking development was that, unlike what had been assumed thanks to the oversized sweater jacket she normally wore, Dash was far from flat-chested. In fact, she put most of the women around town to shame.
“Wowie-zowie, Dashie, I always forget how well-equipped you are. I wonder if Spike will stop drooling anytime soon, not that I blame him.” Pinkie seemed to disappear for a second before groping Dash’s chest from behind, earning her a quick attempt at an elbow to the stomach that she barely dodged.
“Hey! It’s not my fault; you’d think the Elements of Harmony chose you six based on the size of your chests alone.” Spike shut his mouth before he could cause any more harm.
Fluttershy blushed as she adjusted her dress to try and hide how tightly the fabric pressed up against her. Twilight’s eyebrow rose as she gave Spike an amused look. Rainbow Dash and Applejack both smirked, and Pinkie Pie used her hands to press her own breasts together to emphasize her ample cleavage while delivering a signature Pinkie full-tooth grin. Rarity snatched Spike’s arm and pushed herself against him, subsequently nestling it between her generous bosom. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, “You’re such a flatterer.”
Shouts of disapproval rang out, “Rarity!”
“What?” she answered, as innocently as possible.
Applejack decided to speak for the rest of the girls, “Ya know darn well what. Anyways, I’ll be needing Spike to pour the cider for us, so hold Dash’s jacket for him.”
“Duty calls.” Spike gave Rarity a wink, before handing her Rainbow Dash’s sweater, which she instantly teleported away.
“What the hay!? Rarity, that was my jacket!”
Rarity checked her fingernails before responding, “Don’t worry, Darling. I’m going to do a little seam work on it later. The poor thing felt like it was going to fall apart in my hands. You’re too hard on your clothes with all those stunts. Plus, now I don’t have to hold it.”
“And just what am I supposed to wear for the rest of the night?”
Normally, Rarity would have been appalled by such behavior, but a few drinks had made her far more playful. “You look good like that to me. Everyone else seems to agree as well,” Rarity gave Dash a half-lidded look that was normally reserved for Spike, which caused Rainbow Dash to blush, and made Spike feel rather heated under the collar, and for a creature magically endowed with fire, that was an impressive feat Rarity had mastered, “Oh, but if you insist, I do have the most perfect frilly white blouse you could wear instead.”
“Fine,” the annoyance clear in her voice, “I’ll go without.” Dash helped Spike and Applejack move the table over again. “Let’s get this over with.” She hopped on the table and laid down, using her elbows to angle her up. “Come on you two, I don’t have all night.”
Walking behind her, Spike massaged her shoulders. “Relax, Dash. This is going to be fun, for the rest of us.”
Her face reddened at the comment, the thought of Spike staring at her body, and finally at the powerful and intimate contact of his hands against her bare skin. “Perv.”
Giggling goofily, Pinkie handed Spike three shot glasses filled with cider. “Make sure to keep it interesting, kay, Spi-kay!?”
After taking her place next to Dash’s stomach, Applejack removed her hat, bent down, and gave Spike the thumbs up. The first shot was poured slowly right under Rainbow Dash’s breasts, splitting off and heading right for the table down her sides and towards her sweatpants below her navel, the cold liquid making her shiver slightly. Applejack was quick to move into position, dragging her tongue all the way back up to the main stream before going back down. Each time that rough tongue touched Dash the athlete struggled to hold back a moan, and this was only the first shot. Applejack finished the last of it, her tongue tickling Dash’s belly button playfully.
“Enjoying yourself, Dashie? You certainly seem to be with as hard as you're biting your lip, and I bet Applejack found her family’s cider extra sweet off your skin; she licked up every drop!”
In response, Pinkie received a death glare from both participants. Before either could get off a most likely unladylike retort, Spike announced, “Second shot coming down!”
Darting to Rainbow Dash’s neck like a rattlesnake, where Spike was pouring the next shot slipping precariously close to her bra and Applejack’s loss, she quickly sucked at the top of the breasts with her whole mouth to stop any of the offending liquid. The effect was immediate as Dash threw her head back, but refused to give anyone watching her the satisfaction of a moan. Applejack was quick to finish, suckling on Dash’s neck to get the rest of it.
Applejack was fuming slightly, her face nearly as red as the apples on her rear. “That was downright dirty, Spike! At least let me get in position.”
Smirking with his fangs bared, Spike held back a chuckle. “I’m not even sorry; totally worth it to see that.”
Twilight opened her mouth, ready to reprimand Spike for his behavior, but never got the chance as Applejack interrupted.
“No comments from the peanut gallery; I don’t need the distraction. Can’t trust this scaly varmint to not try another cheap trick, now can I?”
Spike nodded his head. “I wouldn’t.”
“Dragon-boy, you’re asking for it.”
Holding the cup teasingly above Rainbow Dash, Spike opted to push his luck, “Bottoms up.”
The cider seemed to pour in slow motion for Applejack as it skipped Dash’s stomach completely and went straight to her waist. Moving as fast as she could, she tried to get every drop, but it seemed futile as the cider started to slosh to the edge of the sky-blue sweatpants. Applejack was far too stubborn to lose that easily though. She muttered a quick, “S-Sorry, Rainbow,” and pulled her best friend’s pants and panties part-way down her legs. Dash’s entire face lit up as her rainbow-colored pubic hair, trimmed in the shape of a lightning bolt, as well as the top of her womanhood were revealed. The sight was quickly covered by Applejack’s mouth as she tried to make sure her friend’s unwilling sacrifice would not be in vain. Her bottom lip brushed against Rainbow Dash’s clit as she dragged her tongue through the rainbow, earning her a taste of cider, sweat, and, what she was pretty sure was, female excitement. The strange combination tingled her taste buds as sweet and salty sensations played across her lips. Rainbow Dash finally lost her own battle and released a loud moan full of sexual desire and need. As soon as Applejack finished she quickly yanked the pants and panties back up in a miserable attempt to preserve the last of her friend’s decency. Regrettably, she pulled too hard too fast, leaving Rainbow Dash with an unintended and unpleasant wedgie, judging from the cringe on her face.
“Eh, sorr-”
A hand was pushed against her mouth before she could finish, with little interest in being gentle. Venom dripped from the voice of the incredibly red and embarrassed flyer, “Not a word. NOT A WORD! You, you owe me so much for that.”
Applejack gulped and rubbed her neck nervously, “Right. So… I reckon it’s my turn.”
