Attack The Flask!

"And now, for my favorite game of the evening."

Diamond Tiara kicked the empty bottle off to the side. "Go get the mat," she told Apple Bloom.

Seconds later, the red-haired farmer returned with the Twister mat, frowning. "I thought we were just going to play the regular version of the game."

Diamond Tiara scoffed. "Where would be the fun in that?" She narrowed her eyes. "Or maybe, you just don't think you can win."

Apple Bloom wasn't intimidated. "I know for a fact that I can win. Just doesn't seem like a wholesome game."

"Of course it isn't," Pipsqueak yawned. "Since when has Diamond Tiara ever been wholesome?"

The heiress slapped him upside the head. "Shut up." Rolling out the mat with her foot, she grabbed the small cardboard square and spinner that came with it. "Two people go at once," she explained. "Usually you can fit more than two, but it'll last longer since we only have seven people. The person who spins calls out the color and body part, and whoever's on the mat has to try and touch that spot. You can readjust yourself if you need to, but you can't touch another spot while doing it.

"You can't touch the spot someone else is touching. The catch," she said, holding up a finger, "is that you don't lose if you miss a spot. Instead, you strip off one article of clothing for every time you miss a spot. You lose when you run out of clothes to strip, or forfeit. If your clothes come off, they stay off."

Pipsqueak whistled, and Scootaloo crossed her arms, frowning. Apple Bloom looked a mixture of stricken and interested.

A crooked smile crossed Diamond Tiara's face. "And, because I'm a sick fucker, this is going to be a last-man-standing game. You can do whatever it takes to make the other person mess up."

"Oh, come on!" Apple Bloom yelled, indignant. "Why don't you all start ruttin' and be done with it?"

"Are you volunteering?" Diamond Tiara asked, smirking.

She scoffed. "In your dreams."

"Every night, babe," the heiress taunted. She turned to the rest of them. "Who's on first?" She eyed Sweetie Belle, who had suddenly become interested in the color of her toenails.

Finally, when it seemed as if no one would volunteer, Pipsqueak sighed. "Well, I guess I'll be—"

"No," Diamond Tiara interrupted, "shut up." She turned to Spike. "I've seen the least of you, so you'll go on first."

He shrugged. "Fine by me. It's all been pretty tame so far anyway."

The hostess narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"No offense," Spike said, frowning and holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "It's just that aside from a few instances," he glanced at Sweetie Belle, "most of my turns have been kind of dull."

Diamond Tiara blinked. "All you had to do was say so." She threw the spinner at Pipsqueak, who just barely avoided a corner to the eye. "I'll be your partner."

Out of the corner of her vision, she could see Apple Bloom tense. Sweetie Belle frowned, but a friendly stare froze her in place.

The two stepped forward to the mat. "Lucky," Pipsqueak grumbled, spinning the tile. "Left hand green," he called out.

Spike and Diamond Tiara knelt down, placing their hands to the correct colored circles. They sat facing each other.

"Right hand yellow."

Diamond Tiara grumbled, turning around so her feet faced the group of spectators. Spike simply crossed his arms.

"Someone's been doing squats," Pipsqueak muttered.

"I'm wearing a skirt, jackass," Diamond Tiara growled. "You can't see anything."

"Who said I was talking about you, sweetcheeks?" Pipsqueak said. "Left hand blue."

The two adjusted themselves so they were facing each other on opposite sides of the map, arms crossed at the elbows. "Can't fault you for looking," Spike chuckled.

"You know it, babe," Pipsqueak answered. "Left foot yellow."

"Crap," Spike muttered, trying to shift his leg in front of his crossed arms. He failed, tipping over onto his side. "Dammit!"

"Strip!" the girls from the sideline called, whooping.

Diamond Tiara smirked, thankful for her gymnastic lessons as she balanced perfectly on the mat. She eyed the grumbling young man as he whipped his shirt off and threw it to the side. He was more solid than Pipsqueak, but leaner than Rumble. Instead, his stomach was plated, nearly flat except for a developing six pack and a pronounced waist line. She was surprised to see that he had absolutely no hair on his torso.

"If I had dollar bills," Sweetie Belle said, "I'd throw them."

"Should I throw them?" Silver Spoon asked, reaching for her purse. "Is that something people do?"

Apple Bloom sighed. "I could eat off of that stomach."

Scootaloo merely cocked her head, cracking a smile as the farmer blushed and covered her face at what had just slipped out of her mouth.

Struggling, Spike mirrored Diamond Tiara's pose, pointedly ignoring her haughty stare.

"Right then, if we're all done lusting," Pipsqueak said, "Right foot green."

Spike frowned, turning around as he struggled to contort himself to reach the spot. After a moment's struggle, he succeeded.

"Dammit," Diamond Tiara barked, falling on her back and jarring her elbow. She grunted as she rubbed the sore joint. Because of her previous pose, she was unable to reach out with her other foot without letting go of another spot.

"Strip!" Rumble, Pipsqueak, and Silver Spoon yelled, all charismatic. Apple Bloom smirked and Sweetie Belle hoisted the camera.

Rolling her eyes, Diamond Tiara got to her knees, hooking her hands beneath her black shirt.

"Oh dear God," Pipsqueak said, sighing.

The shirt reached Diamond Tiara's stomach, revealing a well-toned, lightly muscled abdomen, with an inward-belly button.

Rumble started to cry, holding himself as he took pictures on his cell phone.

Finally, the shirt slipped over Diamond Tiara's head. The heiress tossed it to the side, where Silver Spoon and Pipsqueak snatched it out of the air.

"I am committing this scent to memory," he said when he caught Diamond Tiara's disgusted look. Silver Spoon shuddered into the shirt.

Spike whistled upon seeing the young woman, nude from the waist up except for a black satin bra. "Not bad."

Diamond Tiara posed casually, a hand on her hip. "I like to think so."

After a period marked by inhaling and sighing, Pipsqueak allowed Silver Spoon to have the shirt. "Alright, he said, "let's continue."

"Start from scratch," Diamond Tiara commanded. She and Spike once again stood at the edge of the mat, eyeing each other.

Pipsqueak saluted her. "Yes sir." He spun the arrow on the colored board. "Aaaand, left foot green."

Spike placed a foot on the edge of the mat, only to be surprised when Diamond Tiara stepped directly next to him. "You playing for keeps now?"

"I always play for keeps," she answered, not missing a beat. Without hesitation, she reached a hand out to stroke his stomach. "Do you work out?"

Spike raised an eyebrow at her forwardness, though he didn't push her away. "I do a lot of lifting and carrying at the bakery."

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Is that right?"

"Ahem," Pipsqueak said, clearing his throat. "Thank you ever so much, Diamond, for eye-fucking my best friend." He ignored her stare, as well as Apple Bloom's. "Now, if you would be ever so kind, direct your right feet to a blue circle."

Spike simply widened his stance, still facing Diamond Tiara. "What about you? Are you into sports?"

Diamond Tiara crouched down, making it so Spike would have to reach by her in some manner if another spot down the mat was called. "I get up every morning to do Pilates."

Spike raised an eyebrow for more than one reason. "Who's your teacher?"

"I'm self-taught," she answered.

"Left hand yellow," Pipsqueak called.

Faster than Spike could reach down, Diamond Tiara darted forward, claiming the only yellow spot within Spike's immediate reach. "Sorry," she said, not remorseful in the least.

Spike frowned. If he reached over Diamond Tiara, she could easily buck him off with her back and cause him to lose another round.

So instead, he went under.

In a rare show of flexibility, he removed his right foot, carefully sliding it under Diamond Tiara's outreached hand, startling her. He successfully managed to regain his footing, grinning as he gripped Diamond Tiara's knee and braced himself against it as his left hand found the space directly behind her.

"Wow," Silver Spoon said, surprised. "Didn't know he was that flexible."

"Don't sneeze, DT!" Sweetie Belle called out, laughing.

The girl snorted. "Having fun down there?" she asked Spike, whose face was directly in front of her exposed stomach, and whose arm was an inch away from her thighs.

"Loads," he answered. Diamond Tiara shook lightly from his breath on her stomach.

"Now it's getting exciting," Pipsqueak said, grinning. "Left foot green."

Diamond Tiara cursed. She was forced to put all her weight onto left hand as she went from crouching to struggling to hold her weight. Her bottom descended onto Spike's arm, which disoriented her in more than one way. If she held on for a few more seconds, she might have won, as Spike's arm was struggling under her weight, but Diamond Tiara's strength failed her. Trembling, she fell onto her face, seething.

She rolled onto her back. "Need some help?" Spike asked, reaching out a hand.

Scowling, she smacked it away. "Get my skirt," she ordered.

Spike blinked. "Come again?"

"I lost the round, didn't I?" A light sheen of sweat covered her body. "Take off my skirt."

The green-haired youth blanched. "I—" he started, but his protest died in his mouth when Diamond Tiara fixed him with a stare. Quickly, he reached down, loosening the girl's skirt before pulling it off of her legs. He sighed upon seeing that her socks were actually leggings.

Tight, curve-hugging leggings, he noticed, swallowing silently. It was if he had suddenly gained tunnel vision, and the white-haired temptress was all that he could see.

He felt himself hardening in his pants, and a quick glance downwards from the object of his newfound desire told him that Diamond Tiara had noticed as well.

She didn't look surprised or disgusted. If anything, her gaze turned smoky, eyes narrowing and lips pursing.

Shuddering, Spike said, "I forfeit."

Diamond Tiara frowned. "So do I," she said, to the shock and disappointment to the rest of the room.

"But you were just about to bang!" Pipsqueak cried, exasperated.

"No kidding," Scootaloo whistled, fanning herself. "That was heavy."

Apple Bloom muttered, "About time," crossing her arms and generally looking unsatisfied.

Silver Spoon looked from one bare-chested friend to the other. For once, she thought to herself, she wouldn't have minded watching from the sidelines.

Getting up from the mat, Diamond Tiara cleared her throat.

Spike drifted to the edge of a couch, drawing his knees up as he sat against it, back to the furniture.

Smirking, Diamond followed him to the same couch, laying down on the cushions on her stomach. "Apple Bloom. Silver Spoon. Get in there."

Apple Bloom wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to go yet."

"Too bad," the hostess said. "The house makes the rules."

Rolling her eyes, Apple Bloom made her way to the mat, opposite Silver Spoon. The other girl wore a simple blouse and pencil skirt.

Pipsqueak rolled the dial once more. "Left foot red, loves."

As the two girls moved to their respective spots, Diamond Tiara leaned her head down, until she was level with Spike's ear. "Hey," she whispered to him.

Spike started, surprised. He looked behind him. "Hey," he replied.

"You were hard," she stated, bluntly.

His eyes widened. "Come again?"

"When you took my skirt off. Your were hard for me." She narrowed her eyes at him, and a hand made its way to his waist, grasping at his lap. "You still are." Her dainty fingers thumbed his crotch as she tugged at his erection through his jeans. "I can take care of it for you."

Spike's eyes were as large as dinner plates. He struggled to find the words to respond.

"I can use my hands," she said. Her eyes held him, not allowing him to look anywhere else. "Do you want me to use my hands?"

The young man remained silent, shaking at the girl's offer.

"I can use my mouth, if you're willing to return the favor," she said. Slowly, she pulled her finger into her mouth, sucking on the digit and letting his imagination do the rest.

"Or, I could sit on it." She folded her hands together over his chest. "Just say you have to go to the bathroom. I can be right up. We can be done before anyone notices." She wiggled her hips unconsciously. "What do you say?"

"I," he said, at a loss for words, "I can't. I don't know you that well."

"Then let's be friends," she said. She pinched his neck with her lips. "It doesn't have to be today," she whispered. "But I would kill to sit on you."

To that, Spike had no response.

Apple Bloom panted. Her shirt remained in place, but her jeans were gone, revealing her bright red boxers. She ignored the catcalls from her friends as best she could.

She hadn't been lying when she told Diamond Tiara of her confidence in her abilities, but Silver Spoon wasn't any slouch either. The taller girl had elected to keep her shirt as well, shedding her pencil skirt as her blouse draped over her hips.

Apple Bloom wasn't into women, but even she had to admit that Silver Spoon looked damn sexy when her legs were on display.

Currently, Silver Spoon was positioned over Apple Bloom, her legs an inch from the farmer's hips. Apple Bloom herself was on her hands and knees, leg outstretched to the back of the mat.

"Oi, Diamond Tiara!" Pipsqueak called. "Can we get some popcorn for the show?"

"No," she called back, not bothering to look at him. "Shut up."

"Bummer," Rumble said, thoroughly enjoying the round between the two of them.

Silver Spoon leaned her head down to Apple Bloom. "Hey," she whispered, "are you..." she giggled, blushing, "I mean, you said you thought about fooling around with girls before, right?"

Apple Bloom stared at her, wary of the girl's proximity. "I cannot believe you."

"You're so pretty, though," Silver Spoon moaned, hugging her about the waist. "And your ass is amazing."

"I know it is without you having to tell me!" Apple Bloom barked. She flinched when Silver Spoon groped her forcefully on the rear. "Stop it!" she barked, her voice cracking.

"Oi!" Pipsqueak said, frowning, "your hand's supposed to be on red!"

"What if I just go down on her right here?" Silver Spoon asked, hands snaking under Apple Bloom's shorts and firmly gripping the toughened flesh of her rear.

"I will allow this!" Pipsqueak howled, nose bleeding as he clutched his beating heart. "Oh my actual fuck, do it!"

"You are not putting your tongue anywhere near me!" Apple Bloom yelled.

"Take one for the team, Apple Bloom!" Sweetie Belle yelled, cupping her hands to her mouth. "We won't judge you!"

"Are we even playing Twister anymore?" Rumble wondered.

"Beats me," Scootaloo shrugged.

Silver Spoon's hand clutched harder at Apple Bloom's rear, while another hand went for her chest—

"HEY!" Apple Bloom yelled, throwing the older girl off of her back. She got up and backpedaled, shrieking as she tripped over Silver Spoon's long legs. In seconds, Apple Bloom became a flailing pile of limbs with no sense of balance.

"Crap," Spike spat. He struggled to gather himself in time to catch Apple Bloom, but he was too late. She tumbled into him, bowling the two of them over as they went to the floor.

Sweetie Belle gasped. "Are you two alright?"

Diamond Tiara's eyes widened as, for the first time, she caught Apple Bloom in her current state of undress.

Like wildfire on a warm spring night, an idea formed. It was nefarious, it was naughty, and, to Diamond Tiara's utmost pleasure, it was easy.

"Come on, Apple Bloom," she said, grasping the disoriented girl by the arm. "Hey," she told the others, "I'm going to bring her up to my room to give her some care." She had to resist a smile at her choice of words. "I have some first aid stashed away."

The group nodded, frowning at the unfortunate change of events. Apple Bloom moaned, her body aching, but she made no attempt to disagree with her hostess.

"Help me carry her," she ordered Spike, who had just gotten back to his feet. He nodded, though he made sure not to touch Diamond Tiara. Her offer from before was still fresh in his mind.

Scootaloo snorted at Silver Spoon. "Nice going."

The girl frowned. "It's not as if I meant to make her fall."

Rumble crossed his arms. "I take it we're not playing anymore?"

Pipsqueak groaned. "I didn't even get to go yet. This is for the birds, I tell you."

Scootaloo eyed the mat, then Rumble. She snatched the dial from Pipsqueak.

"Excuse you, little boy," Pipsqueak said, frowning.

The skater ignored him, flicking the arrow. "Rumble," she said, getting the other boy's attention, "right hand red."

The boy shrugged, bending down and reaching for the spot. Scootaloo rolled again. "Left hand blue." He reached for the mat, only for Scootaloo to kick his hand out of the way. His palm rested on yellow.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

"You missed. Strip."

"Yeah," he said, frowning at the girl, "because you made me miss."

Scootaloo straddled his hips from behind, her pelvis angled just above his buttocks.

"Rumble," she restated, "strip."

He relaxed as he caught on to his friend's plan. "Why don't you do the honors? I can't move much."

Scootaloo gave the nearest thing to a purr that she ever gave. "No, you can't," she confirmed. She pulled his shirt off, working it over his head and off over his hands.

"Holy shit," Silver Spoon said, eyes bulging. She elbowed a gaping Sweetie Belle, pointing at her camera. The girl understood, hoisting her camera to record.

Scootaloo leaned lower, dropping the dial on the mat as she flicked it once more. "Right hand green," she murmured.

Her hand slapped down on blue. "Darn," she said, and Rumble shuddered as her breath curled over his shoulders.

The skater took a single finger, grasping the hem of her orange shirt and hoisting it over her tanned skin. She smirked as she heard the gasps of her friends.

"I've been waiting all night for this," she whispered roughly, enjoying Rumble's shiver.

She pushed him down onto the mat, and Rumble sighed as her chest pressed into his back.

Rumble thanked the heavens that his friend hadn't worn a bra.

The simplicity, the bold-faced audacity of her little scheme amazed Diamond Tiara. She could feel the beginnings of a self-satisfied cackle in the deepest part of her chest, though she managed to subjugate the feeling.

The two managed to carry Apple Bloom up the steps, over a long flight of stairs. Finally, Diamond Tiara pried the door open, glad that she remembered to clean off the surface of her bed that morning.

This is too easy, she thought, watching as a still-shirtless Spike carried a moaning Apple Bloom to her four-poster bed.

"Everything's going to be alright, AB," Spike whispered to his friend. Apple Bloom nodded slowly, her eyes closed. He frowned. If she had a concussion, he'd have to take her to the hospital. Hardly a desirable prospect given the raging snowstorm that refused to let up. He looked at a clock on the wall, marking the ninth hour. She landed on a carpet, he confirmed, so she should be fine.

He did his best to ignore her hips.

"Hey, DT," he called, not turning around, "where's your first aid?"

"Oh."

Spike froze.

"It's somewhere around here, I'm sure."

Her voice was sultry, to say the least. Filled with anticipation and something like lust, it retained the impression of iron will and determination that made Diamond Tiara who she was.

The door clicked, the lock sliding heavily into place.

She advanced not toward him, but toward a drawer near her dresser. "Grab her hand," she murmured. "We don't won't her to struggle so she hurts herself."

Wary, Spike did as he was told, securing Apple Bloom's rough hand. The redheaded girl sighed in her sleep, instinctively tightening her grasp.

Quick as thought, Diamond Tiara darted forward, and Spike realized, much too late, that the girl wasn't carrying first aid supplies.

Handcuffs.

She pinned their hands together, the chain rattling against the backboard as Spike tried to free himself. "You played me," he exclaimed, eyes wide in shock.

"I told you," she said, a hand on his hip, while another caressed Apple Bloom's thigh, "the house makes the rules."

She climbed onto the bed, smirking as she pulled the boxers from the dazed Apple Bloom's hips. She groaned as she pinched and pulled at the farmer's unadorned rear.

"And the house always wins."