Attack The Flask!

"Same rules as last time," Diamond Tiara said, grabbing a throw pillow and clutching it to her chest as she sat prone upon the carpet. "Roll, the victim chooses truth or dare, et and cetera. They have to do or reveal whatever the asker commands, within reason." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "If you refuse to do either," she said, glaring pointedly at Apple Bloom, "you will be banned from the rest of the games. And forced to watch."

She stared significantly at Spike, who happened to be looking in another direction, before returning her gaze to Apple Bloom. The farmer exchanged no reply, but Diamond Tiara knew that she would understand her silent message.

The snow was coming down in droves, painting the youth's view of the outside as a kaleidoscope of white. Any hint of daytime had long-since vanished, gone behind the cover of winter's approach. The wind battered against the cover of the house, producing an eerie chatter that evoked the impression of mourning spirits.

Sweetie Belle shivered, hugging her arms to her chest and wishing, not for the first time that evening that she'd worn something more protective than a simple white dress.

"Hey, DT," she spoke up, shivering, "is it okay if I go make some hot cocoa for everyone?"

Diamond Tiara perked up. "Great idea, I'll help you make some." She spun the bottle before getting up from her place on the floor. She winked at her friend once her back was to the others. "You guys can get started without us, we can hear you from the kitchen." She clutched Sweetie Belle by the arm, gentle but firm. The other girl glanced at her, wondering at her gesture, but Diamond Tiara said nothing.

"It landed on Silver Spoon!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

"Oh?" Diamond Tiara said, back to the stove as she looked back into the den. "Truth or dare, Spoon?"

The grey-haired girl shrugged. "Dare, I guess."

Diamond Tiara's grin was unsettling. "I dare you to take off your glasses and give them to the cutest boy in the room."

The group ooh'ed, wondering at Silver Spoon's choice. The girl grimaced, before taking her glasses off and squinting due to her impaired vision.

She glanced at Spike, only to receive a stare that could kill from Apple Bloom.

She glanced at Rumble, only to receive a "come any closer and I'll gut you" stare from Scootaloo, who was growling.

She glanced at Pipsqueak, only to receive a wink and a flirtatious "come hither" stare. No way in hell, she thought to herself.

"I can't decide," she said, finally.

Diamond Tiara frowned. "Why not?"

"It's...hard to choose?" the girl said, shrugging.

"No, it's not," Diamond Tiara said, rolling her eyes. "For one, we already know Pipsqueak is out."

The boy winced. "Blimey, woman, don't you even care a little for my feelings?"

"No," Diamond Tiara said. "Shut up." She turned to Silver Spoon. "Who's it going to be? Or do you want truth instead?"

The girl hesitated. To be honest, she wanted to choose truth, but she didn't want to be the first person in the game to back out of her dare. That, and Diamond Tiara might axe her from some of the more exciting activities that would follow...

Sighing, she stood up, walking over to give the glasses to Rumble.

The rest of the room stared.

Then, Sweetie Belle asked, "Why did you give the glasses to Scootaloo?"

Silver Spoon turned in the direction of the kitchen. "What are you talking about? I gave them to Rumble."

"Uh," said Scootaloo, handling the girl's glasses, "I don't think so."

"Holy shit," Diamond Tiara laughed, bending over and clutching her stomach, "are you actually that blind?"

Sweetie Belle called out reassuringly, "Don't worry, Silver Spoon. Sometimes I forget that Scootaloo isn't a man too!"

Scootaloo held up a middle finger.

Diamond Tiara laughed again, turning around and reaching for the tea kettle. "I'll allow it. Next round."

As the group watched Silver Spoon spin the bottle, Diamond Tiara stood at the back of the kitchen with her friend.

"So," she said, bumping Sweetie Belle with her hip, "about your friend."

Sweetie Belle looked at her for a few seconds, blinking in confusion. Then, "Who, Spike?"

Looking over her shoulder to make sure neither Apple Bloom nor Silver Spoon were watching, she nodded. "Is he single?" she asked under her breath.

Frowning, Sweetie Belle nodded in the affirmative. "Apple Bloom's had a crush on him for months, though."

The heiress rolled her eyes. "Duh, but look at her. Apparently, she's happy enough just looking at him and sighing when his back is turned."

Sweetie Belle absently heard Silver Spoon dare Rumble to wear his pants on his head, but she paid the game no mind. "DT. He's cute, yeah, but come on. They've been friends since they were kids. Of course she's not going to jump on it right away."

Diamond Tiara wrinkled her nose. "I wasn't saying she should sleep with the guy."

"Wait, what?" Sweetie Belle blinked. "Neither was I. What are you talking about?"

"How's that hot cocoa coming?" Pipsqueak asked from the den.

"Shut up," Diamond Tiara answered loudly. She crossed her arms and sighed in disgust. "Pipsqueak? Why did you even invite him?"

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "He's endearing." She turned back to the kitchen, knowing from many nights at the other girl's house where the food was. "So, why'd you really come over here?"

"You're missing the game," Silver Spoon called, and Diamond Tiara could practically feel the frown in her voice.

"Be over soon," her friend answered. She turned to Sweetie Belle. "Did you know he's hung?" she whispered.

Sweetie Belle's eyes bulged as she whipped her head to the other girl. "How did you find out?" Her rather loud outburst attracted more than a few stares. Backtracking, she added, "That was supposed to be your present this year!"

The others shrugged, turning back to their game.

"Now that would be a present to remember," Diamond Tiara said, though she knew the comment was just a save. "Anyway," she continued, "he got excited after you jumped him during the last game." She stared incredulously at a blushing Sweetie Belle. "I can't believe you managed to miss it."

The younger girl flipped her hair over her shoulder, huffing. "I was preoccupied."

Diamond Tiara hopped onto the counter behind her, swinging her feet in the air and playfully kicking Sweetie Belle on the bottom. After a comfortable silence, she asked, "Would you be mad if I made a pass at him?"

"Yes," Sweetie Belle replied, as if she saw the question coming. Given their knowledge of each other, Diamond Tiara supposed, it wouldn't be surprising.

"Why?"

"A number of reasons," the girl said, turning around once the kettle was heating on the eye of the stove. "I already mentioned how Apple Bloom's into him. Two, he's into my sister. Like, really into her." She crossed her arms. "And he barely even knows you. He's friendly, but he's not open like that."

Diamond Tiara frowned. "That's too bad." At Sweetie Belle's pleased glance, she added, "But if I get a chance, I'm taking it."

"You are not having sex with my friend."

"I never said sex, did I?" Diamond Tiara challenged, wrapping her legs around her friend's waist. "Maybe I'll get a kiss in. You can't be the only one having all the fun."

"Flirting is fine and all," Sweetie Belle said, completely serious, "but watch yourself."

"Or what?" the heiress said. A laugh from the den brought forth by some antics Pipsqueak had engaged in echoed into the kitchen. "One way or another, I'm getting what I want tonight." She tightened her grip around Sweetie's waist.

Sweetie Belle looked down, then back up at her friend. "You're kidding me."

Diamond Tiara glanced back at the room. The rest of the group was laughing, even Silver Spoon. Pipsqueak was giving a reluctant Rumble a very one-sided lap dance.

Once she was sure that the rest of the room was sufficiently distracted, she turned back around, grasping a surprised Sweetie Belle by the back of her head and pulling her into a deep kiss. Even as her tongue dominated her bewildered friend's, her hand snaked forward, gripping the hem of the white dress and yanking it up. A middle finger traced the line of Sweetie's groin, tugging outward on the lace fabric of the girl's panties, before aiming downward, searching for the source of the pulsing heat.

Diamond Tiara's digit found its mark, the pad of her finger kneading insistently on the lips of her friend's womanhood.

Sweetie Belle convulsed against her friend, knees buckling and eyes widened. Involuntarily, the gap between her thighs widened as her body tried to brace itself to its welcome invader. She opened her mouth to say something, only to be overwhelmed by the forcefulness of Diamond Tiara's tongue.

The finger, ever demanding, rubbed back and forth, hooking itself inside Sweetie Belle as it slowly pushed inside her. Sweetie Belle whimpered into the kiss, completely at the mercy of her friend. Her eyes, clenched shut, slowly opened as she silently throbbed against the heat between her thighs.

She caught sight of Diamond Tiara, eyes blue and delightfully hostile, staring intensely into her own eyes.

Finally, Diamond Tiara broke the kiss, biting Sweetie Belle's lips as she pulled away. Her arm remained secure around her waist, her finger still forcing itself in and out of Sweetie Belle's body.

"Here's the thing, Sweetie Belle," Diamond Tiara said, just as the kettle rumbled. "I like you. You're likable." She spoke even as her friend shivered, gaping with a heaving chest and scorching face. "But don't think for a second that you can tell me what to do." Her thumb grazed the clit, pinching down when the girl nearly screamed in confused pleasure. "I may not always get what I want, but not for lack of trying. If I want your friend, that's between the two of us. But," she said, in a low, guttural voice, enunciating every word, "if you give me a reason to come after you, I will. Cross me, and I'll make a damn woman out of you, right here on this counter. Am I understood?"

Sweetie Belle was wide-eyed. Slowly, she nodded, wiping her mouth. She was intimidated, but in her gaze was the quirk of a grin, and in her eyes was a flicker of intrigue.

Diamond Tiara pulled her finger out of her friend, relishing her groan. "I didn't catch that."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

Diamond Tiara hopped off of the counter, smiling just as the kettle whistled. "I'm glad we had this talk."

"It's about time y'all finished!" Apple Bloom laughed, in good spirits again. "You missed half the game!"

"Sorry," Sweetie Belle said, placing her hand over her throat when her voice broke.

Scootaloo narrowed her eyes. "You okay? Your voice hasn't cracked like that in forever."

"MMM," Sweetie Belle said, dodging the question, "cocoa." She took a long drink, closing her eyes at the steam. Clearing her throat, she announced, "I'm better now."

She pointedly didn't look at Diamond Tiara.

"So," the heiress said, "who's next?"

"The sex god formerly known as Pipsqueak was the last to go," Pipsqueak said, pointing a finger gun at Rumble and winking.

"Don't you finger gun me, you crotch sorcerer," Rumble grumbled.

"So, you're just in time to see me roll my victim!" Pipsqueak squeaked, twirling the bottle and taking a swig from his flask.

Spike peered at him. "You're a minor. How do you keep getting alcohol?"

"Very carefully," Pipsqueak answered, stoppering the flask with its cap. "Ah! It landed on Sweetie Belle." He turned to her. "Truth or dare, love?"

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "Truth, I guess."

As if he'd been prepared, Pipsqueak asked, "Have you or have you not lost your virginity, and, should you answer in the affirmative, to who, and on a scale of one to ten, how bitching was said cherry popping?"

"Dude!" Scootaloo said, recoiling. Apple Bloom and Silver Spoon were of a similar opinion.

"Oi!" Pipsqueak said. "I just had to give Rumble the best ride of his impressionable young life, I'm due for some lewdity."

"Yeah," Rumble said, "but you kind of seemed into it."

"Can't help it when I lose myself to the rhythm, mate," Pipsqueak said. "Call me the thunder down under."

For a while, Sweetie Belle was silent. "Hey," Apple Bloom asked, nudging her friend, "are you okay?"

"I have," Sweetie Belle answered, looking up. She wrung her hands. "It was one of Rarity's friends, a client who would sometimes visit from out of town."

Spike, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom stared, eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Darn, someone beat me to it," Diamond Tiara said, smirking. Silver Spoon looked at her reproachfully, but the young heiress paid her no mind. "What was he like?"

Sweetie Belle tugged at her skirt, working her jaw and plucking at the carpet. She finally said, "Short and graceful, I guess. Bright sky-blue hair cut short, long legs." She sighed, rubbing her head. "Really soft lips. Soft spoken."

Pipsqueak scrunched his nose. "Didn't know you were into traps."

Scootaloo smacked him upside the head.

Apple Bloom placed her hand on Sweetie Belle's thigh. "What was his name?" she asked softly.

"Coco. Coco Pommel."

The farmer blinked. "You seduced a gay man?"

"It was a woman," Sweetie Belle said, shrugging.

Apple Bloom removed her hand from Sweetie Belle's thigh, eyes wide in an Oh God expression.

Scootaloo stared, mouth gaping as Silver Spoon's glasses fell into her lap. "So, you're saying you're—"

"Bisexual." Sweetie Belle said, affecting a halfhearted grin, though it didn't reach her eyes.

The group was silent for a moment, trying to wrap their minds around the news.

Finally, Rumble asked, "One to ten?"

Sweetie Belle shrugged. "Six, I guess."

Her gaze flicked to Diamond Tiara for the briefest of instances. "I've had better."

After the incredibly awkward silence, Sweetie Belle spun the bottle. She grimaced when it landed on Apple Bloom.

"Truth," the farmer said, looking anywhere but at her friend. Her face was red.

For a moment, Sweetie Belle was at a loss for a suggestion. She was devising so many hellish questions for Diamond Tiara if she managed to roll her, that she neglected to think of any for any of the others.

Then, "What would you do if Cheerilee wanted to marry your brother?"

Apple Bloom blinked in surprise. "Why," she said, considering, "I don't know. It's been so long since I've thought about it." She smiled. "But I'd be all for it, I reckon. She's as good as family already, far as I'm concerned."

Sweetie Belle smiled. Anything to get your mind off of my chronic bouts of dykeness.

Apple Bloom, now in good spirits once again, reached forward, spinning the bottle. As it slowed, it nosed its way towards Rumble, who groaned. "Please, no more lap dances."

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, smiling. "Relax, I ain't as coldhearted as the rest of 'em."

Rumble relaxed, grinning. "In that case, dare!"

Apple Bloom remained smiling. "I dare you to switch shirts with Spike."

Rumble frowned, though he wasn't entirely put off. "I am learning so much right now." He removed his dark navy shirt, trading it for Spike's dark green. None of the Crusaders showed any restraint with their admiration.

"You and me both," Scootaloo said, eyeing the boy's athletic physique.

Sweetie Belle simply nodded, sighing as her camera made artificial shuttering noises.

"Anyway," Rumble muttered, spinning the bottle once more. It came to a stop on Scootaloo. The two of them grinned. Leaning over, he whispered into Scootaloo's ear. She laughed, slapping a hand to her mouth.

"Later," she promised, to the boy's delight.

Diamond Tiara frowned. "What was it?"

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "It was a dare. Duh."

Silver Spoon stared critically at them. "You going to do it or what?"

"I specifically dared her to do the dare at a future point in time," Rumble said, smirking. "You'll know it when you see it."

Before they could protest, Scootaloo cackled, spinning the bottle. "You'll see it, alright. If you're lucky."

The bottle spun, landing on Spike. He grinned, stretching. "Dare me, woman."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I dare you to tell every person here their most attractive physical feature." She winked at Apple Bloom.

"Fine," Spike said, though he seemed kind of let down. "Scoot has great abs." The girl pumped her fist in the air. "Rumble smells nice." Rumble blinked. "Pipsqueak has a nice voice."

"Like hell," Diamond Tiara muttered.

Spike continued, "Sweetie Belle has the nicest skin."

"And tongue," she coughed.

He rolled his eyes. "Silver Spoon has the best legs."

Silver Spoon blinked. "I do?"

Spike shrugged, grinning. "I could watch you walk all day."

"Oh my God," she said, mortified by the flattering compliment. Diamond Tiara barked out a laugh.

"Diamond Tiara has the best hair," he said, shrugging.

The heiress returned the shrug. Can't win 'em all, I guess.

"And," he said, dragging out the word, "AB here has the nicest face." He hugged her about the shoulder.

Apple Bloom blinked. "Come again?"

"Aww!" Sweetie Belle said, clasping her hands to her head. She shot a significant look at Diamond Tiara, who frowned.

"Well, you've got nice eyes, and freckles are always endearing." He smiled uncertainly. "I think you look kind of adorable."

Apple Bloom's face fell, as the rest of the girls in the room could only turn to their sides and mouth, Oh, SHIT.

Diamond Tiara stared back at Sweetie Belle, as if to say, What did I tell you? The other girl could only shake her head, not trusting herself to speak. Her shoulders heaved with repressed laughter.

Spike looked at the rest of the group. "What? What did I say?"

Pipsqueak and Rumble could only shake their heads. "Boy," Pipsqueak said, "you done fucked up now."

The green-haired youth frowned, glancing from the other girls, who were trembling with restrained laughter, to Apple Bloom, who looked sullen and petulant.

"Hey," he started, but she shrugged away from him. His frown deepened, and he couldn't help but feel frustrated at his ignorance.

Finally, he gave up, rubbing his face with his hands. Lowly, so no one but Apple Bloom could hear, he muttered, "You tasted good, too."

Like a rod of steel in her spine, Apple Bloom sat up. Shocked, she looked at Spike, who suddenly became interested in the drapes.

She frowned, absently licking her lips to see if any trace of him remained there.