"Next game is Spin the Bottle," Diamond Tiara declared. "Gather round, peons."

Placing a small piece of cardboard on the beige den carpet, the hostess knelt down, carefully placing the empty beer bottle in the middle.

"You should all know the rules," she said, hands on her hips. "If you don't, then your family must not love you, because that is just pathetic."

Rumble frowned, bracing himself as he sat across from her. "I've never been to any parties before. Thunderlane doesn't like me staying out too late."

Diamond Tiara sighed impatiently, pinching the bridge of her nose. Before she could utter a smart remark, Apple Bloom intervened, shooting her a glare before turning to Rumble. "It's real simple, Rumble," ignoring Scootaloo, who mouthed Who the fuck doesn't know what Spin the Bottle is? "The first person spins the bottle, and whoever the bottle points to, the first person has to kiss." Rumble's eyes widened, and he nodded. "After that, the person next to whoever rolled goes."

Diamond Tiara frowned. "I'm actually glad this was brought up, because that is not how you play Spin the Bottle."

Apple Bloom whipped her head to the young heiress. "What are you going on about now? That is too how you play the game."

"No," Diamond Tiara said, shaking her head, "it's not. Whoever the bottle points at is the one who spins the bottle next."

The farmer scoffed. "That's hardly fair. Some people might go an entire game without a turn."

Diamond Tiara shrugged. "So what? It's a game of chance, it's more fun that way. Besides, my rules," she said, smirking.

The red-haired teenager rolled her eyes as she sat down. "Fine, whatever. Let's just get this game going."

"Are we doing pecks, or French kisses?" Silver Spoon asked, smoothing out her skirt as she sat down next to Diamond Tiara.

"Whatever we feel like," answered her best friend, smiling at Sweetie Belle's whooping.

She reached out, grasping the bottle by the middle, and spun it.

"Ooh!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, scrambling through her purse, "I've got to get pictures!"

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, smiling, before turning her attention back to the still-rotating bottle.

Slowly, ever so slowly it lost its speed, until it barely moved, wobbling on its side. Finally it stopped, pointing directly at Apple Bloom.

The farmer made a sound like gagging. The boys chose not to hold their snickers, while Silver Spoon crossed her arms and looked away.

"Karma," Diamond Tiara said to Apple Bloom, who refused to reply. "Get over here and give me some sugar."

"Heugh," Apple Bloom said, shivering visibly. She made to get up, but paused when Diamond Tiara held up a hand, reaching inside her purse. She rolled her eyes when the lilac-haired girl pulled out lip gloss, coating her lips with it until they sported a healthy sheen.

"Gotta make it juicy for ya," she clarified, puckering her lips. Spike and Pipsqueak were outright laughing, while Scootaloo looked immensely amused.

"Go get em, Tiger!" Sweetie Belle told Apple Bloom, nudging her in the side and brandishing her video camera.

Apple Bloom sighed, scooting next to a smirking Diamond Tiara. "Just a peck," she said.

The older girl rolled her eyes. "As if." She took her former nemesis with one hand on her neck, the other on her side, and moved in for the kill. Her lips brushed against Apple Bloom's, and for a second, the farmer resisted the contact. Finally, Diamond Tiara overpowered her, knocking the Crusader onto her back and ramming her tongue into the shocked farmer's mouth.

Sweetie Belle whooped, pumping her fist into the air. Silver Spoon sat forward, eyeing the two with more than a little interest.

Apple Bloom pounded at Diamond Tiara's chest, but to no avail. The older girl straddled her, kissing her deeply and dominating the less experienced girl with her mouthplay.

After a suitable period of time, the older girl released her captive, grinning wildly as Apple Bloom coughed, red-faced and heaving.

Diamond Tiara gave a playful smack to her hips, before helping her up. "Was that your first kiss?" she whispered, so only the farmer could hear her.

Apple Bloom brushed her hair behind her ear, before nodding shortly. "Was it that obvious?"

The heiress frowned. "Sorry. Maybe your second one will be better."

The red-haired girl crossed her arms, silent. Then, "I never said it was bad." Without waiting for Diamond Tiara's response, she returned to her seat, keeping her head down.

"Your turn," Spike reminded her, cautious.

"Right," she muttered, reaching out and lazily spinning the bottle. As opposed to Diamond Tiara's spin, Apple Bloom's lasted for all of five seconds, wobbling from front to end before it landed on Spike.

Her eyes bulged, her mouth hung open.

"Lucky," Scootaloo and Rumble both muttered, laying on their stomachs and looking bored. Diamond Tiara scrunched her nose, saying nothing.

"Huh," Spike said, looking surprised. He turned to Apple Bloom, smiling. "How do you want it?"

Apple Bloom shook, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Come again?"

"Surprise her," Silver Spoon suggested, smirking. Friends or not, she was always up for teasing a Crusader.

"Wait!" Sweetie Belle yelled, holding out a hand. When the two of them looked at her, she said, "You have to say something sexy first!"

Spike rolled his eyes, before turning back to Apple Bloom. He seemed to get into character, his face going blank, before morphing into something mischievous. He hugged her about the waist, pulling her closer to him. Eyes lidded, he said, so low the others had to strain to hear him, "Don't tell your brother about us."

Apple Bloom's heart catapulted as the young girl went rigid in his grasp, only to slowly feel the stress melt away when he touched his lips to hers. She jumped in place when his tongue brushed against her lips, and started to respond in kind, only to whine internally as she felt him pull away.

The farmer stared at him openly, doing her best to reduce her breathing and calm the jackhammering in her chest.

"How was that?" He asked, first to Apple Bloom and then to the rest of the room.

"Naughty," Diamond Tiara answered, grinning and rubbing her hands together. A new gleam sparkled in her eye.

"I thought it was very romantic," Silver Spoon said, hugging herself and smiling.

"You guys broke off too early!" Sweetie Belle groaned. "I mean, I like how your one liner made it sound like you were having an affair, but come on!"

Spike shrugged. "Maybe next time." He turned back to the girl he had just finished snogging. "Was it good for you?"

Apple Bloom buried her face in her hands for the umpteenth time that evening, only giving a thumbs up.

"Awesome," Spike said, reaching to spin the beer bottle for his turn.

As the bottle rotated, Scootaloo pumped her hand. "Come on, me, come on, me."

Pipsqueak snorted. "Patience, girl. You could at least offer to buy the chap a drink before your money shot."

Scootaloo rewarded him with a slap upside the head for his efforts.

To her disappointment, the bottle creaked to a stop, on Sweetie Belle.

"Oh," the girl behind the camera said, blankly. "OH." She handed her camera to a scowling Scootaloo. "Oh ho ho," she chortled, smoothing out her skirt and winking at Spike, elbowing him. "On your back, boyo."

"Woo!" Silver Spoon and Rumble hollered. Diamond Tiara snickered, scooting around so she could catch every second.

Apple Bloom peeked out from under her arms, curious.

Spike sat with his arms crossed on his back, highly conscious of the faces hovering above him. "Ha ha," he said dryly. "Let's just get this over with."

"Aww," Sweetie Belle pouted, straddling his stomach. "I was going to make it short, but now I have to drag this whole thing out on principle." She elbowed Apple Bloom. "Take notes."

Pinching Spike's mouth between her two small hands, she descended slowly, blotting out the light of the room above the green-haired boy's face.

"I can practically hear the porno tunes in the background," Pipsqueak drawled.

Finally, Sweetie Belle made contact, mashing her lips against Spike's before darting out and tasting the confines of his mouth. Spike twitched on the ground, starting to flail aimlessly with his arms, until Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara jumped in, pinning them beneath their legs, laughing.

Spike's back arched into the air, and Sweetie took the opportunity to wrap an arm around his torso, bringing him closer. Still kissing him, she widened her mouth, hooking a hand beneath his knee and pulling so the struggling boy had contorted around her body. Her tongue danced around his, pushing it in unexpected places and wrangling it with surprising finesse.

Finally, when the two had to come up for air, Sweetie Belle released him, pulling a handkerchief out of her purse and exaggeratedly patting down her forehead. "Goodness," she said, "I just don't know what came over me."

"I nearly died of asphyxiation," Spike said, chest heaving. "Let me up," he said over his shoulder, to the two girls still holding him captive. Silver Spoon complied, while Diamond Tiara started to do the same, laughing. Her gaze happened to lower, fixing on a point just south of Spike's torso. Her face flushed and she sported a malicious grin.

"Right, next round," she said, still laughing, but for a completely different reason now.

Spike gathered his breath, getting back into position next to Apple Bloom. "Now I know what it feels like," he said, ribbing her.

"Oh, shut up."

"I hope you got that majesty on camera," Sweetie Belle said to Scootaloo. "I'd hate to have to do a retake."

Scootaloo muttered something in the affirmative, then began to hand the camera back. "Not yet," Sweetie Belle reminded her. "I've still got to spin."

Seconds later, the bottle spun again, wobbling about a fair deal until it came to a rest.

"Bloody hell!" Pipsqueak exclaimed, sitting up. "I thought it'd never stop on me!"

"I hope you're moist, lover," Sweetie Belle said, pulling the smaller boy by the collar and kissing him full on the lips, with a brush of tongue making its way inside his mouth. He responded eagerly, pushing into her mouth with equal enthusiasm.

Sweetie Belle's nose wrinkled as she broke the kiss. "You taste like you smell."

Grinning, Pipsqueak shrugged. "What can I say? Used to room with an Irish bloke."

Rumble shook his head. "A lot of things just started to make sense." He nodded to Pipsqueak. "Roll, man."

Cracking his knuckles, the young man leaned forward, spinning the bottle and waiting eagerly to see who it would land on.

Rumble.

"Shit," Rumble said, frowning. "Why did I say anything?"

Pipsqueak stretched. "It's fine, mate. Hurt my feelings, why don't you?" He adopted a look of mock hurt.

"About time!" Scootaloo said, cackling. "Pucker up, love birds!"

Silver Spoon coughed into her hand, something that sounded like "yaoi". Diamond Tiara barked in laughter.

Spike shrugged, smirking. "Rules are rules, guys."

"That they are," Pipsqueak said. He turned to Rumble. "Come on, mate. I think you and I both know this thing between us has come to a head."

"What are you talking about," Rumble said.

"Everyone knows about our feelings for each other," Pipsqueak said, conscious of Scootaloo holding back laughter next to him. "Now," he said throatily, "what do you say we put an end to all this blatant. Sexual. Tension."

The rest of the room snorted in laughter, reveling in Rumble's horrified expression.

"I don't—"

Pipsqueak jumped onto his reluctant friend, pulling up Rumble's shirt so his chest was visible. "Don't fight it, mate," Pipsqueak said, affecting a fake moan. "I won't judge if you crack a fatty."

Scootaloo and Spike burst into laughter, faces red. Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon simply watched, blushing and laughing nervously.

Leaning forward, Pipsqueak grasped the back of Rumble's head, pulling him in.

"Just make it quick," Rumble said, grumbling in surrender.

"That's how I do it, babe," Pipsqueak said. He bent down, pecked Rumble on the lips, and got up.

Scootaloo stared, her laughter subsiding. "That was kind of anticlimatic."

"Also how I do it, babe," Pipsqueak said, shrugging. He turned to Rumble. "Your turn to spin, fuck boy."

"Right," Rumble said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spun the bottle, frowning when it landed between Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. "I'm still new to this, what does it mean when it's stuck between two people?"

Scootaloo shrugged. "Usually means a re-spin."

"Or," Sweetie Belle said, grinning mischievously, "a three-way kiss."

"Karma," Apple Bloom said to Diamond Tiara, who only spared her an acidic stare. The farmer laughed.

"Not that I'm complaining," Rumble said, his face dusted with the hint of a blush, "but why I do keep getting the weird rolls?"

"Let's get this over with," the heiress said. Silver Spoon was decidedly less opposed to the idea, going by her squirming.

The bespectacled girl hooked an arm around her best friend's waist, ignoring her stare as she tugged on Rumble's hand. "Try not to fall in love."

Diamond Tiara laughed, as Rumble chuckled nervously, moving closer. Silver Spoon raised her eyebrow, smirking. "That goes double for you, sister."

"Is that right?" Diamond Tiara said, grasping her two partners by their heads and pulling them closer, her open mouth waiting.

The sensation was new, if not unpleasant for Rumble. Certainly disorienting, since none of them could physically get close enough to take any of the others into their mouth. Their tongues overlapped, batting at one person and then the other, without regard for who was who.

Rumble was the first to pull back, after about a full thirty seconds of kissing. His eyes were wide. "That was...different."

Silver Spoon shrugged. "More for me," she said, before dipping her best friend and kissing Diamond Tiara open-mouthed.

The young heiress jolted, surprised at her usually reserved friend's forward actions. After their lips separated, Diamond Tiara brushed her hair back. "Tasty."

"I thought so." Silver Spoon said, smiling. "Nice lipstick," she said, dryly.

"Who turns next?" Spike asked, hands mysteriously covering his lap.

Diamond Tiara paused. Finally, she said, "Silver Spoon, you go. You haven't gone yet."

"Sure thing," she said, nodding. She spun the bottle, humming as she waited for it to stop. The tone soured when it landed on Sweetie Belle.

"It must be my lucky day!" Sweetie Belle said, clasping her hands to her heart and batting her eyes at the thoroughly disappointed Silver Spoon.

"Oh, lighten up, Silver Spoon," Scootaloo said, smirking. "It's not every day you get to tongue fuck someone you hate."

"Excuse you," the silver-haired girl said, disgusted. She turned to Sweetie Belle, frowning. "Make it quick."

"You people never learn," Sweetie Belle said, chuckling. She frowned when she saw Silver Spoon close her eyes, readying herself for a peck. Like hell, she said to herself.

She planted herself beside the girl, pulling her into a deep kiss, laughing into her mouth when she felt the taller girl attempt to protest and pull out. But Sweetie's grip was insistent, and while her unwilling partner struggled against her chest, a wandering hand traced its way down Silver Spoon's thigh, hiking up the bewildered girl's skirt and grabbing at her rear possessively.

Finally, Sweetie Belle released her victim, winking as she saw the girl's loathing scowl. "We should do that again sometime."

"No, we shouldn't," Silver Spoon said, crossing her arms.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes, going to spin the bottle for her second time. She frowned when it landed between her and Pipsqueak. "What is it with this thing?"

Diamond Tiara shrugged. "You already kissed Pipsqueak. Re-spin."

"I really don't mind a round two," Pipsqueak interjected.

"Shut up. Re-spin," Diamond Tiara restated.

Sweetie Belle did as told, patting her knees as she waited for it to land. Finally, the nose of the bottle came to a stop on Apple Bloom. "Ooh yeah," she said, dancing in place as the apple farmer blanched.

"Why do I keep getting girls?" she moaned, rubbing her temples.

Spike coughed next to her.

"Girl, you know you've always wanted what I was selling," Sweetie Belle teased, sitting next to her country friend, eyes lidded. "Top or bottom?"

"Neither," Apple Bloom said dryly. "You mouth-rape everyone you go up against."

Sweetie Belle giggled. "I haven't gotten any complaints so far."

"Hmm?" Silver Spoon said, glaring.

"Top," Sweetie Belle repeated, blinking slowly, "or bottom?" Her smile was more than friendly.

Apple Bloom sighed, head in hands. "Top," she muttered.

"Booyah," Sweetie Belle said, laying on her back and pulling Apple Bloom down with her. Her hand found its way to Apple Bloom's rear, slapping it soundly.

"Sweetie," Apple Bloom said, unamused.

"What?" Sweetie Belle said innocently. "I'm an ass girl. Not my fault you've got a donk."

"Yes you do," Diamond Tiara purred, smacking Apple Bloom on the rear as well. "Hngh. Apple bottom."

Apple Bloom opened her mouth to protest, only to be caught by surprise when Sweetie Belle ensnared her in a kiss. She struggled to separate from her friend, but to no avail. The smaller girl wrapped her shapely legs around Apple Bloom's waist, and if she minded that her skirt was riding up, she didn't mention it. Indeed, she took Apple Bloom's flailing hand, placing it on her bare thigh.

"I love this game," Spike sighed. Rumble and Pipsqueak nodded in agreement.

Apple Bloom managed to break free. "Sweetie Belle!" she admonished, eyes wide.

"What?" the girl asked, shrugging. "I need lots of affection."

"What does that have to do with you forcing yourself on people?"

"Oh, shut up and roll, Apple Bloom!" Scootaloo grumbled. "Blame your genes for making you so appealing to women."

The farmer stared loathsomely at Scootaloo, spinning the bottle halfheartedly as she struggled to get up off of Sweetie Belle, who gave her one last pelvic thrust.

"Good run, lover," the girl teased, giving her another hearty smack on the bottom when Apple Bloom rolled her eyes.

"Here's hoping I get someone normal this time," she grunted.

The bottle landed on Scootaloo.

"Shit," she muttered.

"Finally!" Scootaloo said, exasperated. "I don't even mind that it's a girl, I've been waiting here forever!" She leaned forward and pecked Apple Bloom on the mouth, decking Pipsqueak in the chest when he booed her.

"That," he wheezed, "was severely lacking in passion."

Scootaloo ignored him, spinning the bottle and sitting on her hands, eager. The bottle stopped on Rumble.

She raised an eyebrow. "Not bad," she said, before looking to her classmate. "You ready?"

Rumble grinned. "You bet." He leaned in and kissed Scootaloo on the mouth, smiling when she sighed into his mouth. She placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing him in closer. He thumbed her waist, feeling his fellow athlete's build and palming her washboard stomach. She did the same, hand riding under his shirt as she felt his pectorals.

"Now it's getting interesting," Sweetie Belle purred, smirking as she watched through the camera.

"Whoa," Spike said, eyes wide. He kept waiting for the two to stop so the game could continue, but when Rumble's hand disappeared into Scootaloo's shirt and she did nothing to stop him, he figured that they probably weren't going to.

"Geez, lovebirds," Diamond Tiara said, making the universal 'time-out' sign, "save some for later."

"Oh my," Silver Spoon said, fanning herself. "Is that what's happening later? I can do later."

The two disconnected, Scootaloo punching Rumble on the shoulder affectionately and licking her lips. "Later is good."

"Oh God," Apple Bloom moaned. "My best friends are sex addicts."

"About time you found out," Diamond Tiara said, checking her schedule. "Next is truth or dare." She eyed the nervous redhead next to her and the laidback rascal adjacent to her. "Should be interesting."

Author's Note

This chapter was a lot of fun to write. I actually just used an online spinner and wrote the pairings according to its random selections, so it'd be more interesting.