Attack The Flask!

The bell rang forth with a striking peal, heralding the end of the catastrophe that was exam week.

"Oh, thank God," Cheerilee moaned, cradling her head in her hands. She resisted the urge to rifle through her desk and find the pain reliever, instead burrowing even further into her warm maroon sweater.

Finally!

No more whining teenagers begging for a review that she'd already covered last week! No more horny students trying to shove their hands down each other's pants when they thought she wasn't looking!

She smiled beatifically at each student that handed in their paper, and she studied them, gauging their facial expressions as an indicator for how well they believed themselves to have performed.

Apple Bloom was the first to come up, and Cheerilee knew from past results that the girl was deceptively intuitive. The young Apple thanked her for a great semester, smiling, and invited her over to the farm for dinner and hot cider, as she did every year at winter. Cheerilee thanked her in return, and accepted her invitation, as she did every year. She wondered if Apple Bloom's brother would be working the fields late.

Over the years, the two women had grown closer, to the point that the precocious young farmer had admitted that her teacher had become something akin to an aunt, a statement that pleased Cheerilee greatly, though she couldn't explain her satisfaction completely.

Clad in a handed-down cargo coat that was too big for her, as well as a pair of lovingly-worn jeans, Apple Bloom was every part the rustic young beauty who was about to come into her prime. She wanted to embrace her star pupil openly, but Cheerilee had enough accusations of nepotism as it was, from her more unsavory students.

Speaking of unsavory...

Diamond Tiara strolled up, blowing a bubble of chewing gum and lazily staring at Cheerilee. If she could sum up the girl in a phrase, rich bitch came to mind with haste, but she quite literally couldn't afford to show favoritism or revulsion to any one student. Especially this student.

If Apple Bloom was a rustic beauty, Diamond Tiara was an urban minx, though it disgusted Cheerilee on a fundamental level to label her so. Even if she was a brat, she was a smart brat, and a gorgeous one to boot. She wore her familiar yellow jacket and white skirt, and why was she wearing leggings in the middle of winter? Cheerilee knew it was pointless to try and get any woman in this town to choose pragmatism over convention, but the maternal side of her wanted to berate the girl for risking a cold just so she could look cute.

She said nothing to Cheerilee, only popping her bubble and walking off as soon as she dropped off her paper. She strode out the door, pausing only slightly to give Apple Bloom a significant look.

Along followed Silver Spoon, an average girl with all the snoberry of her friend, but none of the talent. Cheerilee knew it was harsh to think of her that way, but it was the truth: Silver Spoon even looked boring. As she followed her friend along like a dedicated puppy, eyelashes a flutter, the schoolteacher thought for the umpteenth time that day that there was simply no way the girl wasn't a raging lesbian.

The other students weren't long in coming. Scootaloo, usually cool and confident, slumped by with her exam, muttering a "Happy Holidays" to Cheerilee while avoiding her eyes and stuffing her hands into the pockets of her dark purple parka. Sweetie Belle, bless her heart, was already lost in her phone, pausing only slightly to wink comically at her teacher and wish her a good break. That girl was always hard to predict.

The other students flooded out, and suddenly Cheerilee could only think of their names before they were gone from view. Archer, Rumble, Twist (thank God, the girl had outgrown her speech impediment), Featherweight, Truffle Shuffle...

Before long, Cheerilee was alone in the classroom. The schoolteacher sighed, resting her head in one hand as she watched the Crusaders from the window. The three were talking animatedly, and even Scootaloo's air of dejection soon evaporated in the cool, thin air of Ponyville in December. Cheerilee stared at them, and a feeling like dull warmth sprang up in her stomach. She didn't envy their youth, only their excitement.

Doubtless the Crusaders would be celebrating late into the night, while she would be grading papers until her reading glasses fell apart. She would miss her students, like she always did, but not as much as she missed her bed right now...

"The Twister box is in the back of the truck, and so's the bottles," Apple Bloom said, tossing her pony tail over her shoulder.

Scootaloo gasped, whipping her head to look at Apple Bloom, excited.

"Empty bottles, ya deviant," the farmer replied, rolling her eyes. She held the door open to Sugar Cube Corner, waving at the cashier as her friends entered.

The skater huffed, shrugging. "Whatever," she said, "but please tell me we're not rolling up to DT's house in that rusty old clunker of yours."

"Hey," Apple Bloom retorted, "that 'rusty old clunker' is a family heirloom—"

"And the love of your life," Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo finished, in a you've-told-us-for-the-umpteenth-time tone of voice.

"Hmph," was all the apple farmer had to say. She shrugged off her coat as they sat down at a nearby booth, and the other girls did the same.

"Why don't we take Scootaloo's car? It's stylish." Sweetie Belle suggested, tucking her phone away.

"The Scooter?" Scootaloo asked, grinning. "Heck yeah, my baby's got style for days."

Apple Bloom rested her head on her palms, "Yeah, it's got style until you get to the name. Why not name it something actually stylish?"

Scootaloo snorted. "Like you have a cool name for a car."

Apple Bloom thought for a moment, then said, "Sky Bandit."

Scootaloo wrinkled her nose, then proposed, "Dust Devil."

"The Crusader?"

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo glanced over at Sweetie Belle, who was sitting contently, her arms crossed over her lap.

"Shit," Scootaloo muttered, "that's good."

Apple Bloom got up from the table, fingering her wallet. "What do you girls want?"

"Chocolate milkshake," Scootaloo called, pushing forward some money on the table.

"Pumpkin spice latte!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, punching her hands into the air.

Coughing into her hand, Scootaloo muttered something that sounded like "White girl."

Rolling her eyes at her two best friends, Apple Bloom scooped up the money and sauntered up to the front of the store, where the cashier was. For a moment, she simply enjoyed the warm, sweet air of the bakery, and the ambient noise that it held.

Finally...

School was over, and she was free to do as she pleased for a full month. After all, winter meant snow, and snow meant no outdoor chores. At eighteen, her family finally trusted her on her own, as their town was a peaceful one, practically devoid of crime.

Finally, she and the Crusaders could do as they wanted, and with the plans for the night ahead of them, the girls intended to take full advantage of their newfound freedom.

"Hey Apple Bloom!" called one of the Cake twins, Pumpkin. The young autumn-haired ten-year old was nothing if not responsible, sitting at the front counter, swinging her legs on a well-worn stool. "What'll you girls have, or are you just going to loiter around and ogle the help?"

"We don't condone loitering," Pound said, popping out from the saloon doors leading to the kitchen. He grinned, his cheeks and apron dusted with flour. "Or ogling, unless I am the subject of said ogle."

"You heard the man," Pumpkin teased. "What'll it be, loiterer?"

"I got your 'loiterer' right here, ya scamp," Apple Bloom snickered. She placed the money on the counter. "Uh, chocolate milkshake, pumpkin spice latte—"

"White girl," came a cough from the kitchen.

"—and hot chocolate, please." Apple Bloom finished, drumming her fingers on the counter.

Pumpkin gave her her change, ringing back the order for the workers in back to produce. "He's been waiting for you all day, you know," she commented.

Apple Bloom's eyes widened. "He's here?"

"Well, not you specifically, the three of you," she corrected, as if she hadn't heard Apple Bloom's question. "It's a good thing he's cute, or I wouldn't have put up with all his whining."

Apple Bloom snorted. "I'll be sure to tell him."

"Tell me what?"

The two girls looked up, noticing the young man approaching them, the saloon doors still swinging from his departure. He wore a dark green shirt and jeans, both covered by a flour-stained apron. He was smiling, dusting his hands of the powdery substance as he reached them, swinging himself up onto the counter to sit next to Pumpkin.

"Heya, Spike," the farmer breathed, leaning forward on the counter and trying her hardest not to blush.

"Hey, Bloom," he returned. "Tell me what?" he repeated.

"Pumpkin thinks you're cute," she answered, to the younger girl's mortification.

"Of course she does," Spike said, smiling. "Have you seen me? I'm freaking delicious."

The two girls laughed together nervously, anything to prevent themselves from agreeing with him out loud.

"So, we still on for tonight?" he asked, excitedly.

"You're gonna be able to make it?" she replied, just as excited.

"I'm off at four," he said, shrugging and grinning.

Pumpkin's face fell. "Are you two going on a date?"

"Chill, pipsqueak," Spike said, sniggering.

"Present!" called out a familiar, lilting boy's voice.

"Not you, Pipsqueak, this pipsqueak," Spike said, pointing downward at his young friend.

"Roger that!" the young man said, turning back to his table, laughing.

"To answer your question, no," Spike said, rubbing her shoulder. "Just a friendly little get-together me and some friends are having."

Pumpkin gave Spike her best puppy dog eyes. "Can I come?"

"I want some of your brown sugar," Pound Cake sung from the back.

"Shut it, Pound," the young girl said, gritting her teeth.

"Sorry P," Spike said, getting down off the counter. "Maybe when you're older."

She huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine."

"Hey," he said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek, "be good and we'll go see a movie tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, beaming. She sat up in her seat and fidgeted as the two walked away.

"I'll bring out your orders, be right back," he told Apple Bloom, jogging back to the kitchen.

Apple Bloom smiled in return, and she allowed her eyes to rest low upon his retreating figure.

"God bless Equestria," she said to herself, and her cheeks grew warm.

"What about Snips?"

"What about Snips?"

Apple Bloom returned to the table to find her two friends in the middle of a lighthearted argument.

"Well," Sweetie Belle said, shrugging, "it is the holiday season, and I feel like he doesn't get invited to enough parties. Or any."

Scootaloo snorted, crossing her arms over her orange shirt and long-sleeved undershirt. "This is a celebration, Sweetie Belle, not a pity party. We need guys to show up, but we aren't desperate."

Sweetie Belle wrinkled her nose. "Rude much?"

Scootaloo shrugged at her. "Honest much?"

"What are you two going on about now?" Apple Bloom asked, sitting down next to Sweetie Belle.

"We're trying to think of boys to invite to the party," Sweetie Belle said, "and Scootaloo is being uncooperative."

"Hey," the other girl protested, "just because I don't want tonight to be a taco-fest doesn't mean I have to lose my standards." She readjusted herself on her cushion. "Don't get mad at me because I've got real taste."

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "Fine, then. Why don't you make a suggestion for a change?"

Scootaloo drummed the table with her fingers. "Button Mash," she answered.

"Too geeky," Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle said in unison.

"Featherweight?" she suggested, shrugging.

"Too skinny," Sweetie Belle said.

"Can't hold his liquid," Apple Bloom added.

"Big Mac?" Scootaloo proposed, snickering.

"Screw you," Apple Bloom said, frowning.

"Gotta buy her a drink first," Sweetie Belle said, giggling.

"Already did, it's on its way," the redhead countered.

"Fine," Scootaloo sighed, making an exaggerated show of removing her top.

"Woo!" Sweetie Belle whooped. "Make it rain dollar bills, y'all!"

Scootaloo snickered, while Apple Bloom only shook her head and smiled.

"For the last time, Scoot," Spike said, mock-sternful, strolling up with their drinks and placing them on the table, "no stripteasing in the store!"

"I can only promise to attempt to restrain my inner stripper," she said, holding a hand to her heart.

"Hey stranger!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, getting up and hugging her friend. "Are you off yet?"

"Not yet," he said, "but I am in a few minutes." He slapped Scootaloo playfully on the shoulder. "I'll see you three later, I have to finish up this shift."

The Crusaders bade him farewell, watching as he meandered back to the kitchen.

"I could watch that boy walk all day," Scootaloo groaned, dragging a hand to her forehead to feel her temperature, as Sweetie Belle unwrapped her straw and Apple Bloom muttered a quick prayer over her food.

"He walks like he's hung," Sweetie Belle added, sipping on her latte.

Apple Bloom stared at her. "Sweetie Belle, you've never even seen a guy naked before. How would you know how a hung guy walks?"

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "Body language, Apple Bloom. Duh. Have you ever seen a confident-looking guy who puts a lot of swing into his step? Adjusts his pants a lot?"

Apple Bloom looked down in contemplation for a moment, then her face turned to one of horror. "Big Mac does that," she said, cradling her head in her arms.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle could only laugh at their friend's misery. "Okay," the former said, wiping her mouth, "but seriously, so far Spike's the only guy we've got down for tonight. We need some more dudes, or the whole thing's going to be a drag."

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "Maybe Diamond Tiara's going to bring some guys."

Apple Bloom shook her head. "She ain't exactly on good terms with anyone other than herself. 'Sides, remember what she said?"

Scootaloo nodded. "She doesn't want any guys showing up for the wrong reasons."

Sweetie Belle wrinkled her nose. "What does that even mean?"

"Means we've got a wholesome reputation," Apple Bloom said, crossing her arms and taking a sip from her hot chocolate. She looked outside, at the snow-covered town, the flurries beating themselves against the window. "If we bring some guys that fit our standards, then chances are they're gonna want to have a good time. For all Diamond Tiara knows, anyone she invites would just wanna mess her dad's house up and get buck wild."

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "Makes sense. But it's not like there's a bunch of boys in this town to begin with."

"Much less good-looking ones," Scootaloo agreed.

"What about Rumble?" Apple Bloom proposed.

The other two girls considered it for a while, before nodding. "He seems normal enough. Hot brother too."

"The mohawk ruins it for me," Sweetie Belle confessed. "Rumble's a good choice, though. Who else?"

"Lickety Split?" Apple Bloom proposed.

"No jocks," the other two said.

Apple Bloom sighed. "I don't really know any other guys around our age I'd feel comfortable around. Unless you guys have some ideas, we might just have to settle for two."

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, uncertain.

"They're here."

Diamond Tiara looked up from her book. "Finally." She got up from her leather armchair and looked out the frosted window. A sleek black car had just pulled up to the house, bathed in the waning sunlight, and out of it poured five figures. The young heiress squinted. "Did they really only manage to bring two guys?"

Silver Spoon sidled up next to her, pushing back her glasses. "That looks an awful lot like Rumble. And Pipsqueak, too."

Diamond Tiara cursed. "Don't they know better than to bring guys from school?"

Her silver-haired friend looked to her, curious. "Why wouldn't they? It's safer than bringing a stranger."

"Duh," Diamond said, shedding her jacket, now wearing a black, form-fitting shirt. "But bringing boys from our class means loose ends if they talk about tonight. You don't shit where you eat, Silver Spoon."

Silver Spoon wrinkled her nose at the euphemism. "If you say so."

Diamond Tiara sighed. "At least my dad's gone already." She slipped on some socks and made her way down the stairwell. She made it to the front door just as they knocked. She waited an appropriate interval, then opened the door, fixing Apple Bloom with a glare.

"Hey, DT," she said. She was carrying a spotted mat in one hand and an empty bottle in the other.

"Where's the rest of you?" she asked. She frowned at Rumble. He was good-looking enough, but he had a forgettable face. Pipsqueak was likeable, but his accent always made her want to choke him out.

"We couldn't round up many other people," the farmer confessed, shrugging. "Can we come in?"

Diamond Tiara worked her jaw, stepping to the side to allow her guests entrance. Scootaloo and Rumble nodded at her, the latter somewhat nervous, and Sweetie Belle had the nerve to prance up to her and embrace her in a bear hug. "Diamond Tiara! I haven't seen you in hours!"

"Your tits are breaking my rib cage," the young heiress managed to choke out.

Sweetie Belle held her out at arms length, grasping her by the shoulders. "You're wearing the perfume I got you!" she said, happily.

"I am," Diamond Tiara confirmed, smiling. Because of the two's similarities, from their interests down to their appearances, Sweetie Belle was the Crusader Diamond Tiara was most willing to tolerate.

Seeing the person coming down the staircase, Sweetie Belle's visage turned roguish, and she said under her breath, "Help me piss off Silver Spoon."

Diamond Tiara raised an eyebrow, smirking but saying nothing.

"Are you wearing the flavored lip gloss I brought you too?" Sweetie Belle asked, fluttering her eyes coquettishly. She noticed Silver Spoon's frown from the edge of her sight.

Diamond Tiara had to resist laughing at the audacity of her friend's prank. "I might be. What's it to you?"

Sweetie Belle dipped the older girl, kissing her on the lips and making plenty of smacking noises. Scootaloo barked in laughter, Apple Bloom crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, and Rumble had very suddenly become interested in his shoelaces. Pipsqueak cursed himself for being slow with the camera. Silver Spoon's face was red, and though the young girl was scowling, she said nothing.

Diamond Tiara laughed into her friend's mouth, giving Sweetie a solid smack on the rear as she returned to her standing position. "I wish I knew how to quit you," she said, leaning on her friend.

"Most do," Sweetie Belle replied. She turned to close the front door, before a voice called out, "Hold on! I'm almost there."

Diamond Tiara blinked. "Who's that? I thought you said you only brought Rumble and Pipsqueak."

Apple Bloom shook her head. "No, I said we couldn't round up any more people. Spike's just bringing in the food."

The name sounded familiar, but no face came to mind. "Woman, if you brought a gang banger to my house—"

"Hey! Sorry I took so long, kind of hard to see with all this stuff blocking my eyes."

Diamond Tiara turned toward the door.

And stared.

"Uh, hey?"

Calmly, Diamond Tiara turned to Apple Bloom. "Who is that?"

Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow. "That's Spike, DT. He's Princess Twilight's assistant, and he works at the bakery. You see him all the time."

"No, I don't," she replied. She looked at him again. He was fit, lightly tanned, and boyish. Green hair, green eyes, with the pose of a smart aleck, albeit a gentle one.

She continued to stare at him. "Who made the food?"

"I did," he answered. He sounded kind of strained. "Man, it's a good thing these boxes aren't heavy or anything, or this would be really difficult to handle."

Diamond Tiara turned to Apple Bloom, raising an eyebrow. "He bakes?" She turned back to Spike, gesturing over her shoulder. "Kitchen's that way, to the right. Can't miss it."

He shuffled past them, thanking her. Once he was out of earshot, Diamond Tiara turned to Apple Bloom. "Where did you find him, and can you get more?"

"Ground rules," Diamond Tiara said, stopping the group once Spike had rejoined them. "No trash. You litter, you leave." She pointed to the corner. "Coat rack is over there. You drop it off there, you pick it up there. My dad has a very keen eye, and if he finds out I had a party without his permission, I will personally make your life a living hell." Spike and Scootaloo winced, while Apple Bloom yawned and Sweetie Belle bounced on the balls of her feet. "Plates and cups are on the cabinets near the fridge. We're using storebought ceramics instead of paper, so we don't leave a trail. Clean up after yourselves."

She made her way into the kitchen, plucking a glazed donut out of a box. "Being your lovely hostess, I get first dibs on each game we decide to do."

"Can we eat yet?" Pipsqueak asked, reaching for a donut as well.

"No," Diamond Tiara said, smacking his hand. "Shut up."

"Blimey," he muttered, rubbing the bruise. Rumble snickered behind his back.

"Don't steal anything, I'll notice." She glared at Scootaloo, who rolled her eyes. She turned to the boys. "Being the dominant and obviously superior gender, the girls retain the right to grope and ogle you when they are sufficiently buzzed. You do not have the same privilege."

Spike shrugged, Rumble blinked, and Pipsqueak cursed. "Misandrist," he moped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Damn right," the hostess said. She pulled out a schedule. "Here's the layout of the night. After the rundown, we all eat and drink. Ten minutes only. The food is clean, but we're going to be having an eggnog and rum mixture to drink, shaken and strained. Get a little friendship lube going."

Rumble's eyes widened. "I wasn't told there was going to be alcohol here. Aren't we all underage?"

Silver Spoon scoffed. "We're teenagers, Rumble. We're supposed to rebel. Read a book."

"It's fine," Sweetie Belle said, bumping Spike with her hip. "It's just to get a buzz going, and it's all mixed in anyway. We probably won't even get that wasted."

Pipsqueak snorted. "Speak for yourself, darling." He pulled out a flask, uncapping it and taking a swig.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, but refrained from commenting. "First game is 'I never'. We're doing the alcohol variation, in small amounts. We'll want to be in control so we can appreciate the rest of the night's activities, but not so much that we'll still have our walls up." She moved to the second item on the list. "After that is Spin the Bottle."

Spike frowned, while Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle made a show of not looking near any male in the room.

Seemingly oblivious, or just not caring, Diamond Tiara continued. "Originally, we were going to do 7 Minutes in Heaven, but we don't have enough people. After that is Truth or Dare, followed by Strip Twister. We end with a movie."

Pipsqueak choked on his drink. "Pardon, did you say Strip Twister?"

She eyed him wearily. "Before you ask, it's exactly what you think it is."

Spike raised a hand. "When is your dad going to be back?"

Diamond Tiara chuckled. "He's out for the weekend. Business in the big city." She turned to face the group of them, though she still seemed to be addressing only Spike. "If you're good, we can make it a sleepover."

Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon frowned at the implications, but they chose not to voice their objections.

"Alright," she said, clapping her hands, "let's get started."

After imbibing their drinks, the group started to get comfortable, feeling the warmth of the altered eggnog seep throughout their bodies.

Spike sidled up to Silver Spoon, asking the bespectacled girl about a book she had rented lately. She spoke lively, laughing and shifting from foot to foot, where a stone-cold sober Silver Spoon would have nodded and uttered one-word responses.

Scootaloo stood next to Pipsqueak, the two of them watching as Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle exchanged small talk, with Rumble occasionally chiming in. Diamond Tiara prepared multiple shots of Mojito with impressive dexterity, as if she had experience pouring drinks.

Once she had finished, she called the group to a rounded table. "Seats," she commanded. Silver Spoon drew out a chair for her, which she sat in. She nodded thanks to her friend, who sat to her right. Sweetie Belle took her other side, next to her Apple Bloom, then Spike, then Scootaloo, Rumble, and Pipsqueak.

"Here are the rules, if you haven't heard them already," Diamond Tiara said, sitting up. "The first person lists an experience they never had. Whoever has had the stated experience takes a shot. After the round is over, the person to the right starts the next round in the same manner. You're in the game so long as you have shots. The winner is the person who ends up being the last person with full shot glasses. We all have five glasses each." She sighed. "I shouldn't have to say this, but please try to make your suggestions unique. The point of the game is to reveal as many secrets about your fellow players as possible." She flipped her hair. "I'll start us off. I've never fantasized about another person at this table."

The group grimaced. Apple Bloom cut her eyes at a grinning Diamond Tiara, taking a shot so quickly that she barely had time to taste it. The young heiress watched as Silver Spoon did the same, trying to avoid her best friend's gaze. No surprise there, Diamond Tiara thought. Pipsqueak knocked back a shot, ahh'ing as he placed it back on the table.

"Interesting," Diamond Tiara said, before nodding to her right. "Next round."

Silver Spoon placed her hands in her lap, contemplating. Finally, she said, "I've never thought about hooking up with a relative of any of the people sitting here."

"Welp," Spike said, shrugging and taking a swig. Sweetie Belle winked obviously at him, taking a shot herself. Scootaloo made a show of not looking at Apple Bloom, who was making a show of glaring at Scootaloo. Finally, the skater took a shot.

"I've got my eye on you," the farmer growled, but Scootaloo hummed, pretending not to hear her.

Rumble took a glass as well, glancing momentarily at Apple Bloom before his eyes darted away.

Diamond Tiara, on the other hand, waited until the farmer was staring at her before taking a drink, never breaking eye contact. Apple Bloom wrinkled her nose.

"Just isn't my day," Pipsqueak said, knocking back another shot.

Rumble chuckled. "You sure you're not just an alcoholic, Pip?"

"Mate," the scruffy young man said, "I'm from Trottingham. Stuff might as well be milk, next to what I'm used to."

"Next round," Silver Spoon said, adjusting her glasses and fidgeting.

"Guess that's me," Pipsqueak said. "Let's see, I've never—hmm, no, did that." He drummed the table. "I—blimey, did that last week." He patted his knee, thinking. "Ah!" he said. "I have never taken nude photos of myself."

The table was silent. Sweetie Belle glanced around, seeing no one reach for their drinks. "Shit," she muttered, taking a swig.

"Oh my God," Scootaloo said, laughing into her hands. Diamond Tiara made a very obvious "phone me" gesture, mouthing text me that shit silently. Silver Spoon snickered.

"Next round," Sweetie grunted, unamused.

"Guess that's me," Rumble muttered. "I've never been tempted to fool around with someone of the same sex."

"Shit," the girls of the table said, all taking a drink from their collections.

Spike couldn't help but laugh, while Rumble could only watch triumphantly.

Wiping her mouth, Scootaloo said, "Alright then, I've never checked out Cheerilee's ass as she walked by." She grinned at the soured faces of her companions.

Rumble and Pipsqueak both took shots, the latter asking "What?" at Apple Bloom's horrified stare. "It's like a painting, it follows you no matter where you look."

Silver Spoon masked hers with a cough, drinking it when she thought no one was looking.

Spike cracked his knuckles, grinning. It's so simple, it's perfect, he thought to himself. "I've never masturbated."

Pipsqueak rose above the table, slapping the surface. "You lie!"

Spike shook his head, grinning. He struggled to hold in his laughter as he watched the looks on his friend's faces. Apple Bloom's face was red as she quickly downed her shot and placed her head over her arms in mortification. Scootaloo simply shook her head, giving Spike a thumb's up as she downed her shot. Rumble saluted Spike as he inhaled his drink. Sweetie Belle made a show of sticking a finger into her mouth and shaking her head, muttering, "Delicious." She took a swig.

Diamond Tiara made sure to push a glass toward Silver Spoon, ignoring the girl's indignant squawk as she herself emptied another shot glass. "Well played," she said, to which Spike nodded.

Apple Bloom exhaled, her red bangs flying up from her face. "I've never flashed anyone."

Diamond Tiara inhaled another drink, noticing that she was down to her last shot. So was Silver Spoon.

"I'm out," Scootaloo said, leaning back in her chair.

Sweetie Belle scooted up in her chair, smiling wickedly. "I've never thought about going down on anyone in this room."

"I'm out too," Diamond Tiara said, smirking as she took her last drink. Silver Spoon muttered the same as she took a swig.

"Count me out too," Pipsqueak said, to the rest of the table's amusement.

Apple Bloom groaned, head in hand as she downed her penultimate drink.

Only she, Spike, Sweetie Belle, and Rumble remained. At this rate, one of the boys was likely to win. So far, Spike had only drank once, while Rumble still had two glasses remaining.

"I've never had a dream about anyone at the table," Rumble said, grinning. He sat back, crossing his arms.

Apple Bloom pounded her fist on the table, taking her last drink. Spike frowned, taking his second shot.

"I've never gone a day without showering," Spike challenged, smirking when Rumble frowned, taking a shot. The rest of the group let out a collective "eww."

Finally, Sweetie Belle rose to the table. She grinned, cutting her eyes at both boys. "I hope you boys are feeling honest." She nudged Diamond Tiara, and the other girl knew that her friend was up to something. "I've never checked out Diamond Tiara since we've arrived at her house."

The heiress's eyes bulged at her friend's audacity. Scootaloo cackled, slapping the table, while Apple Bloom was stuck between glaring at Sweetie Belle and glaring at Spike.

"Oddly specific." Diamond Tiara chuckled, keeping an eye on both boys. "But you've got guts, girl, I'll give you that."

After a silence, Rumble shrugged, taking his last drink. "I'm out."

Pipsqueak laughed, pouring from his flask into a shot glass and emptying it.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, but reminded herself to be satisfied later.

Spike coughed, downing his drink, but saying nothing. Apple Bloom looked crestfallen, but likewise remained silent.

The young heiress couldn't have held back a cocky smile if she tried. "Still got it," she said, winking at Apple Bloom.

"I've never groped Diamond Tiara," Spike said, cracking a half-smile as Sweetie Belle sighed and took her last shot.

"Excellent," Diamond Tiara said, beaming. "That was a great start. Let's move this next game to the carpet."