The Party

Chapter 5

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For a time, you sleep. Twisted visions spiral through your mind, nightmare after nightmare, pain upon pain. Like gathering clouds, they compound on each other and strengthen. You’re crying, but you don’t know whether it’s in the dreams or not. The noise and fury of the mental terrors amasses and reaches its crescendo, building toward a pinnacle of fear.

As a final crack of thunder breaks the storm, so too does your dream disintegrate. The mist clears and your eyes slowly open. Twilight’s tear-stained face is inches away. She is asleep, breathing softly into your face. You raise your head and see Shock on the other side of Twilight, holding the unicorn tight.

There is a moment of disorientation when you slide carefully off the bed. You stumble and look around. It’s your base room, with the little bathroom, crates of food and black carpet you remember.

Glancing around for a clock, you want to know how long you had been asleep. It feels like it’s the next day, but there’s no way to tell. The events from before you fell asleep seem like a nightmare, even though you know it was very real. Out in the mansion somewhere, in a lonely room, that little filly is still lying there and she is still dead.

You violently shake your head to dislodge the awful thought. Stepping into the bathroom, you drink from the tap in the sink and rinse your mouth out a few times. Once quenched, your body alerts you to the lack of food residing in your stomach. As quietly as you can, you snatch up some more chips and dig in, flinching at ever crackle of the bag. Not the healthiest meal you’ve ever had, but far from the worst. With your stomach full of liquids and solids, your mood lightens enough to actually feel optimistic about the rest of the party. It will be tough, probably tougher than anything you’ve ever done, but if you stick with your two attractive buddies there shouldn’t be an issue. After all, who would fuck with Princess Celestia’s student?

Well, besides you.

Speaking of which, you find yourself standing over the bed looking at the two mares. Shock is still gripping Twilight closely, and you try to burn the image into your mind for later. But as much as you ogle, the only stirrings are in your heart. This is no sexual situation. This is a friend comforting another friend. You mentally berate your dirty mind for even trying to see things in a less-than-pure light. Jamming your undeserving eyes shut, you turn and lean against the featureless cream coloured wall. They are truly too good for you. It’s a miracle they haven’t gotten tired of your perverted, selfish nature and dumped your ass outside the room. Twilight can do that if she wants to, of that you are certain, and you aren’t confident about your chances against Shock. Being a stallion doesn’t count for much when you have never been in a fight.

Well done, you’ve moved on from thinking about fucking them to thinking about fighting them. You are just the epitome of gender stereotypes. ‘Oh look, mares. I better fight or fuck them.’

“Try either with me and I’ll bust your head in,” mumbles a sleepy Shock. Apparently you vocalised that last thought.

“Heh. Don’t mind that.” You observe Shock reposition herself slightly, still drifting between the waking world and the dream one.

“Nah... I’m jus’ meshin’ with ya...” she whispers almost incoherently, “I guess... I would prob’ly... fuck ya...” With that, Shock drops back into her doze, sighing deeply as she does so.

You peer curiously down at the blue-maned pony. First there was that thing Lavender said, and now this? Either you are reading too much into everything or Shock didn’t tell you the whole truth when you met at the prep party.

“What are you playing at, filly?” you mutter uneasily. The unknown is always cause for fear.

“Are you talking to me?” Twilight says as she rolls free of Shock’s hooves and forces herself off the bed with the determination of somepony who sticks to a routine. You can only marvel as she quickly assesses the room and wakes up entirely, all in a matter of seconds.

“No, I was... talking to myself.”

She smirks adorably. “You call yourself a filly? If you have gender issues, I’d be happy to talk through them with-“

“Har-dee-har-har. Go get a drink and some food, you must be starving.”

She takes your advice and does just that, mimicking your earlier actions by getting a drink first. Your eyes follow her across the room. Your lecherous, one-track eyes. You hastily look away before she notices. A muffled laugh draws your gaze back to the bed. Shock has pulled covers over her head so only one eye is visible. She evidently just watched your voyeuristic observation of the unicorn. When she sees you looking, the sheet quickly covers the one eye.

“Oh no you don’t,” you growl, leaping onto the pony-shaped lump and digging your hooves into where you think her ribs are. She breaks into hysterical laughter, violently kicking and flailing her limbs beneath the sheets. You smile with grim satisfaction and tickle harder. It’s not long before the sheets are kicked off the bed entirely and Shock lies beneath you, writhing in uncontrollable spasms... of laughter. Finally she manages to coordinate herself enough to catch both your hooves in both of hers. A contest of strength ensues and you keep smiling to make it look like you’re not even trying. In truth, Shock is a lot stronger than she looks.

“Need a hoof?” Twilight asks, leaning against the bathroom doorway with a smile.

“Ngh... This... is between... me... and him...” Shock grits her teeth as she speaks and pushes at the same time.

You hesitate for a split second as you wonder if there was a second meaning behind Shock’s words. A split second is all the light-red pony needs. She brings her hind legs up to her chest and kicks you in the gut, sending you flying off the bed.

Before you hit the ground, a tingling sensation encompasses your body and you are deposited gently on the floor. A glance at Twilight confirmed the culprit.

“Aw, I like it when they shatter,” Shock mutters disappointedly before flashing a toothy grin at you.

“Since you two have so much energy, how about we play a game?” Twilight suggests. You find no reason to object, trotting over to the bed and lying on it beside Shock. Twilight joins you and the three of you face inwards at each other in a dilapidated circle.

“What did you have in mind?” purrs Shock. Twilight reddens considerably less than when she first met her, which you decide is good progress.

“Well... how about Truth or Dare?”

You all agree, Shock perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and Twilight decides to start it off.

“Alright then. Truth or Dare, Shock?”

“Dare. Only the most badass ponies choose dare,” she declares. You wonder if it’s because all the badass ponies are afraid of the truth.

“I dare you to... hmm... there’s not really much we can do here.”

“You could make her perform a sensual dance?” you suggest helpfully, earning a slug in the shoulder.

Twilight’s face turns a deeper shade of purple. “I... I think the dirtier dares and questions are supposed to happen later on in the game.”

Shock’s expression shows what she thinks of that. “Screw that, let’s get right to the fun stuff. Go on, dare me. I’m not afraid.”

The unicorn looks nervous but excited, and you can’t help but like where this is going.

“Alright... I dare you... to... kiss his cutie mark!” she blurts out, looking surprised at her own words.

The most badass pony is unfazed. “Pfft, that’s all?” She crawls over to where you lay on your stomach and moves past your head. Soon your face is uncomfortably close to her own flank as she plants a firm kiss on both of your marks. Scooting backwards, she resumes her place in the circle with barely the faintest hint of a blush.

“I guess we’ll go clockwise?” Twilight says faintly. You realise that makes it your turn. A smile so devious you think Casaneighva himself would be proud forms with your lips.

“So Twilight, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” she says confidently. Your plan falters.

“Darn... okay, let’s see... Have you ever... hmm.... Have you ever had sex?” you ask lamely. If only she had picked dare!

Her reaction almost makes the missed opportunity worth it. She averts her eyes and you watch her blush for the millionth time. “No...” she says quietly.

You awkwardly try to comfort her for some reason. “Ah, don’t worry about it. These things happen eventually. It’s not really that great anyway.”

Shock snorts. “Speak for yourself, dude.” That makes Twilight giggle and you join in, as does Shock moments later.

Since it’s now her turn, Shock wastes no time in choosing you. Naturally, you pick truth. Not even Celestia herself knows what would happen if you chose dare.

“Have you ever made a mare orgasm?” asks the blue-maned pony conversationally. Your breath hitches in your throat and Twilight’s jaw drops. Though, after a few moments, she does turn to see your answer. Both mares are staring at you intently. Truth or not, there is only one answer to give in this situation.

“I – Yes, of course I have.”

“You hesitated.” Shock jabs a hoof accusingly.

“I was surprised.”

“Or you were thinking up a lie.”

“I wouldn’t need to ‘think up’ a lie; it’s a friggin’ yes-or-no question!”

“I want details then. I want to cross-examine your story.” Her eyes narrow and Twilight leans forward, interested.

“Hey, this isn’t Fully Explained Truth or Dare. You got your answer. Now it’s Twilight’s turn.”

Grudgingly, Shock releases you from her gaze. Twilight looks at you without saying a word.

“Dare,” you sigh. At least Twilight won’t come up with anything too bad.

“I dare you to lick all the way from Shock’s thighs to her lips.” Your mouth gapes in surprise and you look at Twilight. She’s still blushing like mad, but now she’s got this little smile. Every few seconds she bites her lower lip softly. Hot damn!

Wordlessly, you crawl on over to Shock, who lies back to make it easier. Your arousal must look very obvious from where Twilight is lying but considering where this could be going you don’t mind in the slightest.

Your drinking partner turned best friend turned you-don’t-even-know-anymore spreads her hind legs apart for you.

Everything is on display and you feast your eyes for as long as you dare before lowering your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Slowly, and avoiding any important parts despite your desire, you drag your tongue up from her inner thigh, slowly gliding it up her belly and over her chest. Finally, you slide up her chin and end with your tongue on her closed lips. Like a snake, her tongue reflexively darts out for the briefest of seconds and meets yours. You recoil backwards, anticipating an attack or just some anger. Instead, Shock rolls onto her stomach once more and looks not even the tiniest bit different.

Perhaps that’s the key though... Before, she was grinning and laughing. Now, her face was carefully wiped of all emotion. She doesn’t meet your eyes, instead staring at a place between you and Twilight.

You quickly return to lying on your belly, erection pressing almost painfully into the mattress.  Twilight is eyeing you through half closed lids, eyelashes lowered sensually. You’re not sure if she knows she’s doing it. A thought occurs: what if she just used you and Shock to experience something she’s too scared to ask for? Your heart is beating extremely fast now, the endless possibilities flashing through your mind with giddying speed.

Your mind is so busy, in fact, that when they look to you for your decision you reply quickly, “Pass.” Shrugging, Shock accepts this but apparently decides to deliver punishment by choosing you.

“Dare.” You really, really like where this could go.

“Stand up.”

What did she say? Oh. Oh dear.

“Um...” you stall, looking everywhere for a distraction

“I could tell you to dance, if that’s easier.” She knows she has you. That little smirk infuriates you.

“Fine. Fucking... fine.” You stand up on the bed, head held high and unashamed. Well, maybe a little ashamed.

They don’t even try to hide their ogling. Twilight is mimicking Shock’s smirk now, which makes your cheeks heat up. Celestia damn them, there is nothing funny about your cock!

“Enjoying yourself?” you ask, trying to funnel all that anger into your tone. It’s a futile effort; she can see how much you’re enjoying her attention.

“Eh. I suppose.” Her nonchalant response is almost cardiac arrest inducing.

“What kind of lesbian are you, anyway?”

Her reply is cut short by three heavy pounds on the door and an angry yet familiar voice.

“I know you’re in there! If you’ve done something to Twilight I’m going to kill you!” the slightly muffled Rainbow Dash declares.

No! Damn her! It was going so well! You drop to your belly once more, hiding your shame. Twilight shakes her head a little, as if clearing her mind, and hops off the bed. Shock just sighs and bops you tiredly on the nose for no discernable reason.

As soon as Twilight unlocks the door, it bursts open in a flurry of colours. Rainbow Dash flies in, tackling the first pony she sees to the ground, in this case Twilight. A bored looking Spitfire steps in after her, sparing an uninterested glance towards you and Shock on the bed. You push yourself down into the mattress, making sure your underside is out of sight.

“Twilight! Are you okay?” Dash asks worriedly, looking at the mare pinned beneath her.

“Ow! Yes, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

The pegasus looks up at you and Shock with a scowl. “Somepony told me you got dragged into this room while crying.”

It crashes back down on you, the entire reason you were even playing Truth or Dare, to distract yourselves from the reality that a little filly had died yesterday. You can see it in the other’s eyes as well, the slight dimming of Shock’s and the widening of Twilight’s.

“It’s okay, Rainbow. I was upset... we all were. But they were helping me, not hurting me,” she explains softly.

“Oh.” Dash looks at you curiously. “Helping ponies is kinda your thing, huh?”

You’re not sure what to say so you just try to smile and nod. Shock hops off the bed, trotting over to Spitfire. “Hey there, sugar. Care to join us?” the blue-maned pony coos.

“Not even slightly interested.” The Wonderbolt’s jarring reply clearly surprises Shock, but she shakes it off quickly.

“I was talking to the wall. It’s not as thick as you and far better looking.”

You almost choke on your own tongue at that, and Spitfire bristles.

“Sure you were. You want me so badly I can smell it.” She glances at the bed. “And see it.” You look at the sheets next to you, where sure enough you see a tiny wet patch where Shock had been laying. “Did that happen as soon as I walked in the room?” Spitfire smirks.

Shock is at a loss for words, something that is becoming a scarily frequent occurrence, and you can see why. If she says yes, Spitfire wins and she gets crushed. If she answers in the far more likely negative, she will be admitting she was turned on before the interruption, possibly by you and definitely by the game. Your shrinking desire reignites with renewed vigour. Being unable to physically get between the two, you interrupt from afar.

“Ladies, let’s calm down a bit. Rainbow Dash just came to check on her friend. There’s no need to start arguing over silly things.”

At the mention of her name, Dash looks up from Twilight, with whom she had been holding a hushed conversation. “I guess if Twilight’s okay, we should leave you to... Hey, what were you guys doing?”

“Nothing!” the three of you simultaneously reply.

“...Right.” With that, Spitfire and Rainbow Dash exit the room and Twilight closes and relocks the door.

Your eyes are inexorably drawn once more to the dampness not far from where you are laying. Oh, please let it be you she was turned on by! Shock sees you looking and turns away so you can’t see her face. Twilight sits on the floor, clearly with her mind back on the filly.

“Where was her Rainbow Dash? Her friend?” she says quietly. “Somepony to check up on her and make sure she was okay.” Tears roll slowly down her cheeks.

Your boner screams as it dies and you feel sick. You are an absolutely horrible pony, scum of the earth. All you can do is utilise your newfound freedom of movement and slip off the bed to hug Twilight. She buries her head in your chest and sobs quietly. Perhaps sensing the change in mood, Shock silently slides her arms around the both of you. Together, you let Twilight cry.