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As soon as the door to Fluttershy’s room shut, Pinkie Pie was between Applejack and Rarity, throwing one arm around each. Rarity’s sobbing quieted to just sniffles.

Pinkie’s eyes narrowed suspiciously and she lowered her voice to a whisper. “They’re totally fucking.”

“Uh, I… don’t think that’s what Twilight meant when she said ‘gettin’ ready for bed’, Pinkie,” said Applejack with some concern.

“Oh poor, naive Applejack,” Pinkie said, crossing her arms and putting on a knowing smile, “the heart works in mysterious ways! Those two are doing the kanoodle by night’s end or my name isn’t Pinkie Pie!”

“B-but you don’t think… they’re not really… are they?” sniffled Rarity.

Pinkie shrugged, “No idea! I just like the drama! GIRLS’ NIGHT! WHOO!”

Applejack shook her head. “No way those two are… you know… they couldn’t be anyways. Sunset had a boyfriend, right?”

“Well, that doesn’t necessarily mean she can’t have a girlfriend now, darling. Maybe she was experimenting. Or she could simply have a taste for different styles, if you know what I mean,” said Rarity. “Plus she’s admitted before that she only used Flash Sentry to gain popularity.”

“But Twi and Sunset? No way. I just don’t see it.”

“Really?” asked Pinkie, “Twi has more chemistry with Sunset than she does in her lab!”

“But they’re best friends!”

Rarity looked at Applejack and softly said: “How do you think love starts, dear?”

“W- well… I… um… I guess I never thought about it like that… But still!”

“Actually, you know, I’ve never heard you talk about love before, Applejack. Don’t you have a crush? Haven’t you ever experimented?”

“Me? N- no way! I just… don’t have time for that lovey-dovey stuff,” she stammered.

Pinkie Pie slowly moved to the other side of the table, grabbing a bowl of popcorn and sitting down cross-legged. She turned from Rarity to Applejack as they spoke in turn, eating popcorn as if she were watching a tennis match.

“But surely you’ve had a simple crush before! Someone you find attractive? Even in passing on the street or in the halls?”

“W- well sure, but attractive’s one thing and love is another.”

“But how would you know if you don’t experiment? At least talk to someone you’re interested in?”

“I do talk... to… people. Oh, I don’t know! Maybe I just don’t know how!”

“Have you tried?”

“Tried what?”

“Why, flirting, of course!”

“Isn’t that just the same as regular talkin’?”

“Of course not! Flirting is an art!”

“Well I don’t get artsy stuff! Can’t people just talk regular and not worry about all this flirtin’ and romancin’ hoo-ha?”

“No! Romance is what makes relationships bloom! Don’t you ever get chills when someone looks you in the eye?” Rarity leaned over towards Applejack, “or touches your hand?” She grabbed one of Applejack’s hands as an example, “Or even even when they’re just around?”

Applejack yanked her hand away and quickly turned the other way. “No! I told you, I just don’t get all that stuff!” Her arm was covered in goosebumps and her heart was racing so fast she was dizzy.

Rarity huffed. “Well fine then! I guess you’re hopeless after all!”

Pinkie Pie was laying on her stomach with her legs kicked back in the air and her chin in her hands by that point. “Juuuuiiiicyyyy…” she said as the two finished their bickering.

Both of them blushed and avoided the other’s gaze.

“Uh, maybe we should just… play a board game or something, Pinkie,” suggested Applejack.

Pinkie smiled deviously. “I have just the thing!”

A few minutes and some reorganization of the furniture later, a large area was cleared out in the middle of the living room.

“Oh, are we playing charades?” asked Rarity sassily, “A game where the actor can’t speak sounds like just the ticket. I think Applejack should go first.”

Applejack made a sound like ‘Pffft,” and rolled her eyes.

Pinkie Pie shook her head. “Nope! It’s....” she mimed doing a drum-roll with her fingers, “... Twister!”

“Uh, Twister? Are you sure, Pinkie Pie?” asked Rarity with clear distaste.

“Sure! It’s only the greatest party game EVER!”

“But don’t you think it’s just a bit childish?”

“Not the way we’re gonna play! We’re playing strip Twister!”

“What!” cried Applejack, “There is no way I’m rubbin’ elbows with you two in my skivvies!” She couldn’t help but conjure images from one of her fantasies from the other night involving Pinkie.

Rarity spoke in a slightly annoyed tone: “Actually, you know, I think that’s a wonderful idea, Pinkie. I, for one, am comfortable enough in my own skin that I wouldn’t mind a friendly competitive game like that. But I’m sure someone doesn’t really ‘get’ that kind of thing.”

“Now what exactly are you tryin’ to say?” asked Applejack defensively.

The two stared knives at each other.

‘Wow, you two really get into it! I CAN’T WAIT!” said Pinkie, rolling out the mat.

“But why strip Twister? Couldn’t we just play… Chutes and Ladders, or somethin’? Asked Applejack.

“Becaaaauuuuse, strip Twister is the perfect combination of fierce competition and sexy wild fun! Imagine the thrills as the stakes get higher and higher - the adrenaline rush as you roll the dice of fate, not knowing whether you’ll come out on top… or bare all for the world to see! It’s exhilarating!”

Applejack looked to Rarity pleadingly, but she just harrumphed and turned her head. Applejack sighed, exasperated. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.”

Pinkie went over the rules:

“The game works just like regular three-person Twister except that when a player falls, instead of ending the round, that player takes off one article of clothing and rejoins the game from where they started. Since we don’t have a ref, I’ll just have this handy-dandy app on my phone call out the spins every thirty seconds! Any questions?”

“Uhh, how do ya win?” asked Applejack.

Pinkie smiled. “When everyone else is naked, of course!”

Applejack and Rarity both turned red and began to protest, but Pinkie cut them off.

“- Or when one person goes three rounds in a row without falling. Sheesh, if you wanna play the boring way!”

“Wait, I’m at a disadvantage, I’m wearing fewer clothes than both of you since I’m in a nightgown,” said Rarity.

“Hmm, well I guess you can keep your socks on then and just count those as piece. That way we’ll each have four pieces: tops, bottoms (or socks for Rarity), bras, and undies! Ready?”

The girls stepped up to the mat. Only Pinkie Pie seemed very excited.

From the table, which was now pushed against the far wall of the room, Pinkie’s phone called out robotically: “Left foot, blue.”

The girls all easily slid one foot from their starting circles to a new blue circle.

The game continued for some time until the girls were knotted around each other, breathing heavily from the strain of working themselves into arches and squatting repeatedly to go over or under someone else, and then holding the position until the next circle was called.

Applejack was bent over backwards in the middle of the mat with Rarity and Pinkie pressed close on either side in their own uncomfortable twists. Rarity’s arm was pushing against Applejack’s back while it stretched to reach a red circle, while Pinkie Pie had one leg slung over one of Applejack’s thighs to get to a yellow circle.

The next circle was called: “Left hand, yellow.”

Rarity and Applejack easily slid one hand each to a yellow circle, but Pinkie was in a bad position.She twisted her torso and picked up her left hand, pushing up on tippy-toes to reach over Applejack. Her forearm pushed into Applejack’s right breast as she managed to get her fingertips onto the circle.

“P-Pinkie, your hair is in my mouth!” Applejack spat some curly pink strands out and squirmed under Pinkie’s arm.

Pinkie giggled, “Sabotage!” She shook her head back and forth, brushing her hair against Applejack’s face.

Applejack spat and tried turning her head. “Pinkie!!!” But her hand slipped and she fell to the mat.

“Ha!” laughed Rarity, “looks like someone needs to work on their flexibility!”

“That’s not fair, Pinkie Pie cheated!”

“Anything goes in strip Twister! Now STRIP!!!”

Applejack grumbled but quickly peeled her shirt off. She was wearing a plain black bra that supported her generous proportions nicely.

“L-like this?” She blushed.and stepped back to the mat to keep playing.

“Ooh, very nice,” Rarity said mockingly, “I suppose the clearance bin must exist for someone.”

Applejack blushed more brightly as she bent to get the next circle. Knowing that Rarity could see her topless made her feel… vulnerable. Plus, she had indeed gotten the bra from a sales rack and was a little embarrassed by Rarity’s teasing.

The next round ended with Pinkie Pie face-planting while reaching too far for a red circle. She pulled her shorts off, but her top was long enough to cover her most intimate area. She rejoined the game as enthusiastically as ever.

Rarity was struggling at this point. She had been in a kind of modified squat for several minutes. The muscles in her legs were burning. The next circle was called and she went for a pretty close, easy circle that would free her leg up and give her a much-needed reprieve. But just as she was about to claim it, Applejack’s foot slapped onto it. Rarity made a little noise of disgust and looked for another circle, sweating a little from nerves and sore muscles. The closest one was behind Applejack’s leg. She reached for it, brushing Applejack’s leg with her own, but ended up falling when her calf muscle finally gave out.

“Guess that’s one each now,” said Applejack.

“Ooh, this is where things get good!” Pinkie squealed.

Rarity took off both her socks and they recommenced the game for several turns.

Applejack was bent over backwards again, this time in a backwards bridge. Pinkie Pie moved slowly but aggressively towards her, one circle at a time. Rarity twisted her arms through each of their legs, mostly uninhibited. Eventually, Pinkie managed to position herself on top of Applejack with her head near Applejack’s crotch and her legs straddling Applejack’s chest.

“Enjoying the view, Applejack?” said Pinkie Pie

“What are you talking about, Pink-” she stopped, suddenly seeing what Pinkie was referring to. Her legs were spread over Applejack, and from where Applejack was, she could see straight up Pinkie’s shirt. The crotch of her hot pink panties was wiggling in Applejack’s face and getting slowly closer.

“Wha - hey, quit it Pinkie!”

“Anything goes in strip Twister!” she quoted herself.

Rarity knit her brow as she watched Pinkie Pie slowly move her pelvis closer and closer to Applejack’s face. “D-don’t you think that’s a little much Pinkie?”

Applejack bashfully tried to keep her head turned, but she couldn’t ignore the pink ass in her peripherals, or the sound of Pinkie’s giggling as her crotch got close to Applejack’s face...

Close enough to touch with her nose...

Close enough to taste if she wanted to...

Almost pressing against her face...

Applejack dropped.

Pinkie laughed so hard she snorted.

Applejack got up and brushed herself off, grumbling curses under her breath.

Rarity let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?!” Pinkie Pie teased.

Applejack mumbled and slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She shimmied out of them, letting them drop to her ankles. Her panties were purple cotton cheeksters with black lace trim. She got back on the mat and resumed the game.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna laugh at me again?” Applejack grumbled spitefully to Rarity, sliding next to her as the circles of fate forced the three together once again.

Rarity felt Applejack’s hip press against her stomach, while one arm snaked behind her back. Applejack’s arms were… strong… and rugged. Seeing her move and bend in surprisingly feminine underwear… feel her breath against her shoulder… She gulped and simply said: “I th-think you look… fine,” and turned her head.

“Oh, fine is it? I guess that’s a big insult comin’ from one of you ‘fancy folk’. I ain’t good enough to look all ‘fabulous’ like you?” Applejack moved one hand next to Rarity so that she was in a side-plank facing her.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Fine means fine! It was a compliment!” Rarity moved her arm so that it criss-crossed Applejacks and they were face to face on the mat.

Applejack snorted. “I’ll bet! You hardly been talkin’ to me since we got to school and now I’m just ‘fine’? I only came to this stupid girls’ night to see you!”

“Oh, well don’t trouble yourself on my account, Miss ‘asks everyone but Rarity to be her roommate’!" They were nearly yelling then, and had begun to completely ignore the callouts of the game.

“Uhh, I have to go to the bathroom... you two keep playing!“ said Pinkie Pie, quickly getting up and leaving.

“Oh is that what this is all about?! You just can’t stand not bein’ everyone’s first choice, can ya?!” Applejack snapped, bringing one arm around Rarity so that she was on her hands and knees hovering over top of her purple-haired friend.

“Uggh, why are you so DIFFICULT!? I don’t care about what everyone else thinks! I only want to be YOUR first choice!” Rarity pushed against Applejack, flipping her over so that she was on top and Applejack now on bottom.

“What, so you can make fun of me? Or maybe just avoid talkin’ to me like you’ve been doing for the last three weeks?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you!” Rarity gasped.

“Yes you have been! Like the plague!” Applejack flipped them both again so that she was again on top.

“You’re being ridiculous! You’re one of my best friends! Now… get off of me!” She tried pushing Applejack, but Applejack refused to budge.

“Not until you tell me why you’ve been ignoring me!”

“I have told you, I’m NOT ignoring you!”

“Yes you ARE! Now why won’t you talk to me!”

“Because how can you speak to someone that leaves you speechless!” Rarity gasped out at the volume of a scream.

There was a short, pregnant pause. Both of the girls were red in the face from yelling, and were panting from both the exertion of the encounter and the game.

Applejack said quietly: “What do you mean, I leave you… speechless?”

Rarity was blushing brightly and avoiding eye contact with the girl on top of her, even though their faces were mere inches apart and she could feel Applejack’s warm breath on her cheek.

“Just… shut up,” rarity whispered, and put one hand softly on the back of Applejack’s head, pulling down and closing her eyes.

The sensation of another girl’s lips touching her own for the first time made every hair on Applejack’s arms stand on end. Rarity’s mouth was impossibly soft and the kiss itself was tender and warm. Their noses brushed together as the kiss was renewed over and over. Neither of the two could pull away. All of the tension disappeared, replaced with an irresistible magnetic pull.

Rarity breathlessly kissed her best friend, and put one hand on Applejack’s back, pulling their bodies tightly together. Applejack’s breasts pushed against her own, through both of their bras. She suddenly wished that they had continued playing for a few more rounds.

Without warning, Applejack pulled away.

“What is it, darling?” Rarity asked, desperately hoping they weren’t already done.

“I.. it’s just that… I’m sorry I didn’t pick you in Fuck, Marry, Kill! Or… to be my roommate. The truth is I was too nervous. I told you… I don’t know how… how to flirt.” She blushed and waited for Rarity to say something.

Rarity looked at her for a second, then started laughing.

“H-hey! You don’t have to laugh! I knew it, you were just teasin’ me from the start!”

Rarity wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m sorry, Darling! You’re just too precious! And I don’t mind. I think you know how to flirt more than you realize… Now where were we?”

Rarity tugged Applejack back into her, and began what would turn into a very long and very passionate night.

Unbeknownst to Rarity or Applejack, Pinkie Pie was peeking around the corner to the living room. After a minute or more of watching the two passionately kiss, she turned away and whispered to herself sadly: “Looks like you’ve done it again, strip Twister...” She sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye with a shaky hand, then snuck off to sleep alone.