Attack The Flask!

Apple Bloom woke up half-naked and chained to a bed.
Regaining her senses, she shook herself fully awake. She writhed in place, overcome with the unsettling sensation of waking up in a bed that wasn't hers.
Sleep's languor gave way to a dull panic as she realized that no, the fabric beneath her was not her boxers, and yes, the feeling of utter bareness between her thighs meant that she was naked from the waist down.
Horror crept up in her throat as she remembered what happened. I hit my head on the carpet, then I was carried up the stairs to Diamond—
Revulsion filled her throat. What did she do to me?
As she looked around, she felt a pair of eyes on her from behind.
"You alright?" called a familiar voice.
Apple Bloom's heart dropped into her stomach. Not him, she prayed.
Turning her head, she saw Spike, shirt missing.
The farmer started to hyperventilate as her frazzled mind tried to piece together what might have happened.
She was startled, then, when she heard light footsteps and the scratch of a record.
"What's going on?" she croaked, eyes widening.
"Diamond Tiara," Spike said, frowning. "She locked us in here."
"Locked?" For the first time, she felt the tug of metal on her right hand. She looked behind her. "Handcuffs?"
"You were out for a minute there," he muttered. "Whatever she's going to do, I'm guessing she's going to do it soon."
The song on the record started, western in tune.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon...
The tune picked up, filling the room with reverberating rhythm. Apple Bloom's vision focused as a pair of hips moved into her vision. The figure danced perfectly in time with the song, as if they had practiced for hours on end.
Diamond Tiara swayed without a partner, and the two of them couldn't help but stare as she flowed from one stance to another.
"I love this song," she said over the music. "Most people don't know this about me, but I'm really into spaghetti westerns, and this song just hits the spot every time."
She mouthed along with the lyrics, singing in time with the artist. "Soon," she said, shaking her hips and pointing accusingly at Spike, "you'll need a man."
Apple Bloom scowled. "What did you do to us, you little—"
"I didn't do anything," Diamond Tiara said, raising a hand and shaking her hips. "My dad and I watch a western every Wednesday night. I'd invite you over, but it's a bonding thing." She danced along for another moment, before snapping her fingers. "Oh! I lied. I did chain you to the bed and take your boxers off. Has your ass always been that big?"
The song slowed, as if growing ever more intimate, and Apple Bloom couldn't care less. "You little hussy! Wait till I get my hands on you, I'll wring your neck—"
"And there she is," Diamond Tiara laughed, relishing the look on the farmer's face. "You haven't been yourself all night. I love seeing your feathers ruffled." She twirled in a circle, mouthing the words 'take my hand' and gesturing at no one.
"I thought we were friends now," Apple Bloom said, feeling angry and betrayed, "but you're still just a heartless bully trying to get under my skin!"
"That," Diamond said, raising a finger, "is incorrect. At least, part of it is." She frowned as the song wound to its close, sashaying to the bed as the melancholic, romantic tones of a rustic life evaporated into thin air. "You know that I'm bi, right?"
Apple Bloom froze. "Is that what this is about?" she asked quietly.
"Don't get me wrong," Diamond Tiara said, raising her hands in her defense, "I'm not going to force myself on you or anything." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs and winking at Spike. He scowled at her. "But," she said, chewing her lips, "I do have a problem."
"Don't mind me, just sitting here in the buff," Apple Bloom muttered.
"See," Diamond said, "I'm horny. Really horny." Apple Bloom grimaced. "Like, my voice is so husky right now, I could pull a dog sleigh by singing. So, I'm going to offer you a choice." She smiled, to the point where her face became unnerving. "Either let me have some fun with you, or you can watch me ride your friend here."
Spike's eyes widened. Apple Bloom trembled. "I don't want this," she protested weakly, shifting her hips and not meeting the other girl's gaze.
Diamond Tiara stared at the younger girl, marveling at her body even as her hips trembled. "Then why are you wet?" she asked, lowly.
The farmer had no answer. She drew a hand to her face, clearly embarrassed.
Before she could start crying of frustration, Diamond Tiara pulled up next to the girl. "You know what I think?" she asked, rubbing Apple Bloom's shoulder.
The other girl didn't react, only shaking lightly.
Diamond continued, "I think you're gorgeous. You're one of the prettiest girls I know." She rubbed the base of her friend's neck. "Have I ever told you that?"
Apple Bloom's breathing slowed as she calmed, until she was shaking her head in the negative. "No, you haven't."
"Well, obviously it's true," Diamond Tiara scoffed, combing her friend's hair with her fingers. "No one has hair like you. Your eyes are gorgeous, especially when you're angry. And as clumsy as he may have been about it, Spike was right about your freckles."
Spike squinted at her. "How was I clumsy?"
"Let me count your fuck-ups," she said, sitting up on the bed. She felt Apple Bloom turn her head to gaze at her. "Calling someone 'adorable' when they're a grown person is just a low-blow." She gestured to herself, "Me, I like to be told I'm sexy. Some women might not go for that, but it's better than making us feel like we're little girls." She scrunched her nose. "Unless they've got a daddy complex, anyway."
"Thanks for the lesson," he grumbled. "This isn't what I expected when I came here, you know," he said, tugging his part of the handcuffs for emphasis.
The young heiress raised an eyebrow. "I'd be worried if this exact situation was what you expected when you came here. But I digress." She hugged Apple Bloom's waist. "I wasn't really satisfied with your answer earlier."
Spike blinked. "Me? What answer?"
She scoffed. "Are you even paying attention? I meant your dare, genius." She rolled her eyes. "At least you have your looks."
The boy frowned. "I didn't want to be rude, actually. But given your psycho S&M tendencies, I don't think that counts for much with you."
"So what was it?" she asked, keeping him talking as she placed a hand between Apple Bloom's thighs. "What did you really like most about Apple Bloom's body?"
"He said I tasted good," she muttered, distracted.
Diamond Tiara blinked. "He did?" She turned to look at Spike. "You did?"
He nodded awkwardly.
"Well, that puts a spin on things," she said, grinning. "That was ballsy of you."
Spike shrugged. "She's my friend. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable."
Apple Bloom squirmed, frowning, but said nothing. Her breath picked up as Diamond's hand worked its way up her slicked thighs.
The heiress sighed. "Alright, how about this: pretend for a second that Apple Bloom here is a complete stranger who desperately wants to get laid." She smirked as the girl cried out in protest. "What's the first thing you suggest?"
The green-haired boy thought for a second, before answering, "I'd tell her to sit on my face and spin."
"Oh shit," Diamond Tiara giggled, slapping Apple Bloom on the bottom.
"She's got nice hips," Spike said, shrugging.
Apple Bloom's eyes widened. "I do?"
Spike nodded sheepishly. "I didn't want to seem rude."
For a moment, Apple Bloom was silent. A smile started to worm its way across her face.
"What about me?" Diamond Tiara asked, straddling a startled Apple Bloom about the waist. "You didn't really think my hair was my best feature, did you?"
Spike scoffed. "Of course not, but I barely know you. I couldn't say you had a great chest without coming off as a creep."
"Somehow," she said dryly, "I don't think I would have minded." She turned back to Apple Bloom. "Did you know he was hung?"
Apple Bloom's eyes widened. "I, uh, Sweetie Belle said he walked like he was, but I never..." she trailed off, her face reddening.
Spike blinked. "What's hung?"
"Means you've got a cock the size of a horse's," Diamond Tiara said. "And you say you've never even masturbated before." She frowned at him. "You're a monster, that's what you are. Withholding a national treasure from the women of this town." She shook her head. "Bad form, Spike, bad form."
He rolled his eyes.
"Hey," Diamond Tiara said, shaking Apple Bloom lightly, "are you ready?"
Apple Bloom's gaze was intensely curious and longing, if not hesitant. Her eyes flicked over to Spike, before making contact with Diamond Tiara again.
The heiress frowned. No?
The farmer's plea was silent. Not yet, she begged, not like this.
Diamond's frown deepened, but she nodded. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a small key, warm to the touch. She waved it under Spike's nose. "Smell it. Smells like sunshine, doesn't it?" She unlocked the handcuffs, sighing internally as she pulled Spike's hand out of the trap.
She passed Apple Bloom her boxers. Quickly, she leaned down, whispering in the girl's ear: "You have my number. When you're ready, call me."
The younger girl swallowed, nodding. Somehow, Diamond Tiara knew she would be receiving a call before the week was out.
She hesitated for a moment, before adding, "You're not the only one crushing, you know."
Apple Bloom's eyes widened, and it took all of Diamond Tiara's willpower to stop her from losing her resolve then and there. Suppressing a moan, she got off of her friend. "Go back downstairs," she ordered, staring longingly as she felt the warmth of the young redhead's body leave the bed. She wasn't the first to sigh, however, as the farmer meandered awkwardly to the door. Spike eyed his friend, from the crest of her head, to the curve of her back, from her pear-shaped figure to her sculpted legs.
As Apple Bloom closed the door behind her, her bare feet padding on the stairs, Diamond Tiara sighed and got up. She rubbed her eyes. "I hate doing the right thing."
Spike snorted. "How was any of what you just did right?" He got up from the floor, rubbing his wrist to get his blood circulating again.
If Diamond Tiara heard him, she ignored him. She was conscious, however, of his footsteps behind her, and she knew he was planning on following Apple Bloom back down the steps.
Smoothly, as if the motions were practiced, she flicked the lock even as she reset the record player. The song began anew even as Spike barked his protest.
Diamond Tiara swept her hair over her shoulder, bending at the waist, wrenched her leggings down, and stepped neatly out of them. She knew instinctively that the young man behind her had stopped in his tracks, and was currently staring at her naked flesh.
Girl, the song crooned, accompanied by a wistful strum of the strings, you'll be a woman soon...
"You're not going anywhere," she murmured, eyes like coals raking over his figure. Ever graceful, Diamond Tiara wound like a snake onto the bed, lay on her back, supported by her elbows. and presented herself.
Soon, you'll need a man.

No sooner had Apple Bloom descended downstairs than did she nearly dart back up the stairs again.
"What is wrong with you people?" she screamed, bewildered.
Scootaloo was bare-chested, sighing as Rumble massaged her neck. The skater's hair was sweaty as it matted to her forehead, barely touching the floor as she struggled to support herself on her hands and knees. Her toes clenched and unclenched, as yes, Apple Bloom realized belatedly, that the two of them were fucking on Diamond Tiara's living room carpet.
Sweetie Belle was lost in concentration, one hand vanished in her skirt while the other supported the still-running video camera. "Hey AB," she called out, then returned to her recording.
Silver Spoon, still devoid of a skirt, rested on the couch, glancing up every so often from a book after Scootaloo or Rumble made a particularly interesting sound.
And, true to form, Pipsqueak was raiding the kitchen. "'Ello, love," he called to Apple Bloom, holding a glass brimming with foam. "Fancy a Guinness for the show?"
"We were supposed to be watching a movie," she grumbled.
"Well, this is kind of a movie, if you squint," he said, swaying. "They sure are moving."
Apple Bloom stared at him sullenly. "You're drunk, aren't you?"
"Straight plastered," he confirmed. "The cool points are out the window, and I'm all twisted up in the game."
"What?"
Pipsqueak took another sip of his drink, swinging his hips as he disappeared down the corridor, singing. "...bang up the knackers and smack yer mum, all in the streets, it's six o bong..."

"I'm not doing it."
Spike stood in place, resolute. Except for every part of his body that was visibly shaking with anticipation.
He wanted very badly to pursue the girl on the bed, who was now completely naked.
Still, he had his morals to hang onto.
Diamond Tiara scoffed. "Why not?" She pulled a throw pillow from behind her, placing it under the crook of her back.
Spike winced, looking anywhere but at the attractive stranger on the bed. "I'm interested in someone else, and," he shuddered, "doing this wouldn't be right."
Diamond rolled her eyes. "Of course it wouldn't be right. I never said it was." She glanced at Spike. "Do you know how long my dad is going to be gone?"
He frowned, still not looking at her. "That doesn't matter."
She shook her head. "You say that, but the thing is," she said, arching her back and placing the key to the handcuffs underneath, "it does." She brandished the handcuffs.
"You're not trapping me again," he growled.
"You're right," she confirmed, falling back on the bed. "For the record, my dad won't actually be back until Tuesday. I haven't eaten anything since that donut from three hours ago, and we live alone."
Spike frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It means that unless you get the key," she said, looping the handcuffs through the bed frame, "I'm going to starve." She relished the look on Spike's face as she closed the handcuffs around her own wrists.
"What are you doing?" he asked, shocked.
"I'm giving you a choice," she said simply. "Get the key and unlock these handcuffs, or leave me here to starve." She shrugged, "Of course, you could send someone else up to do it, but it wouldn't work out so well."
Spike narrowed his eyes, but going by the look on his face, he knew she was right. "Why's that?" he asked anyway.
"Silver Spoon is a lesbian with the hots for me," she answered. "Or, at least, she's just now becoming interested in guys, but the point is the same. I'm fine staying friends with her, and I personally would never do anything to damage our lifelong relationship, but, well," she stared meaningfully at Spike, "she tends to get grabby when we're alone." Going on, she said, "Apple Bloom will be too embarrassed to talk to me for a while. Scootaloo would outright refuse, and I'm guessing the same with Sweetie Belle. Rumble might do the right thing, but seeing as how he's a little buzzed by this point, I'm betting he's not above some bad choices right now." She wrinkled her nose. "And if I know Pipsqueak, the little bastard's drunk out of his mind right now."
Spike stared at her. "I should walk out of here and let you starve."
"You should," she confirmed, "but you won't."
Spike inhaled deeply, frowning at the conniving woman in front of him.
Then, he sighed in defeat, as she knew he would.
He leaned forward, grasping under her back at the key, thoroughly unsurprised when her legs locked around his waist.
Slowly, he lowered his head to her breast, hearing her breath catch in her throat. His lips were mere centimeters above her nipple...
Spike pulled the throw pillow out from Diamond Tiara's back, smothering her briefly while he retrieved the key from under her and unlocked the handcuffs. He stuffed the contraption in his back pocket.
Leaping up from the bed, he dashed for the door, only to trip on the pile of clothes he neglected to watch out for.
"And there it is!" Diamond Tiara yelled, leaping up from the bed. She grabbed a container of lipstick off of her nightstand as she stalked to Spike, kicking him in the knee as he tried to scramble to his feet.
She wound up the lipstick, smearing it all across her mouth in a crude imitation of a clown's smile. "You just couldn't let me go, could you?" She stepped over him, grabbing him about the neck. "This is what happens when an unstoppable force, meets an immovable object."
Spike scrambled backwards to the door. "Woman, you are batshit insane."
"You truly are incorruptible, aren't you?" She grinned wildly at the wide-eyed look on Spike's face. "You won't fuck me, out of some misplaced sense of chastity, and I won't fuck you," she growled, "because you're just too fast."
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you," Spike whispered.
Reaching out with her arms, Diamond Tiara affected a gesture requesting a hug. "I think you and I are destined to do this forever." She leaned forward, giving Spike a deep kiss, making sure to shake her head so as much lipstick rubbed onto his face as possible.
Spike reeled back in horror, crawling out of the room and ambling down the stairs.
Diamond Tiara watched him go, humming as she walked back to her dresser. She picked out a single large t-shirt that draped to her knees, donning it before making her way to the bathroom to wash her face off.
Any moment now...
"Diamond Tiara!" came a squeaky voice.
Sure enough, Sweetie Belle came racing up the stairs, furious. She looked around, eyes narrowing when she found a silhouette in the bathroom. She stalked up to the girl, fists curled. "What did I tell you about—"
She stared at her friend, whose face was still coated in red. "What's wrong with you?"
"Howdy neighbor," Diamond Tiara rumbled. She crept closer to Sweetie Belle, eyes dark and sparkling.
Sweetie Belle blanched, grasping frantically to the side for an item to defend herself with. Her hand brushed against a basket, and she yanked on the first thing in it. She frowned. A bottle of lotion.
"Listen," she said, voice shaky, "DT, listen. You are smashed. Those drinks you had from before crept up on you, and you are losing your fucking mind right now."
Diamond Tiara's voice lowered, "It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again."
"W-what?" Sweetie Belle squeaked, scared out of her mind. "What hose?"
"Put the fucking lotion in the basket!"

Scootaloo sighed.
She lay on her back, Rumble collapsed on top of her, the two of them drenched in sweat.
"This night is going great so far," she said, hands clasped behind her neck.
"You're telling me," said Rumble, content to lay his head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat.
Apple Bloom looked at the ceiling. "I hope those two are alright," she murmured, frowning. "I heard yelling."
"I'm never coming to another fucking party again," Spike said, arms crossed. His face was still smeared with lipstick. He looked to Silver Spoon. "Your friend went crazy, by the way. Started quoting The Dark Knight at me."
Silver Spoon blinked. "Who, Diamond Tiara? Yeah, she quotes movies when she's wasted."
"I love you gits," cried Pipsqueak, who had ambled back into the rooms. His eyes were red from weeping at nothing. "Even if your whole language is arse about face and you smell like fecking mutts."
Then he threw up on Rumble.