Metamorphilia

Twilight levitated one of the dice in front of Applejack. She then quickly surveyed the room and poured another glass of water from the pitcher she'd summoned and set the glass down in front of Fluttershy.

The pegasus-turned-deer was starting to come to her senses, one at a time. Her sense of smell came first, along with the wafting odour of sex and sweat and cider. It wasn't nearly as unpleasant as she expected, but it did underscore just how real the last minute had been.

Touch was next. The mild ache in her loins, the chair underneath her, the wet spots dotting said chair. Then sight, the unadorned crystal ceiling above. Sound crept in, fuzzy, unintelligible voices from all sides. Finally, she licked her lips and tasted, well, nothing, apart from how dry her mouth was. She gathered every iota of strength she had left and slumped forward into a sitting position and looked around through lidded eyes.

There was a glass of water on the table in front of her. She grabbed it and chugged. “Thanks,” she gasped. She noticed a spill on the table next to her drink. Oh dear, she was so frazzled that she'd dribbled a bit of water in Twilight's castle! How terribly rude of her. She moved to wipe it away with a hoof and found it thicker and stickier than water. Oh.

She looked down at the floor under her chair. There were droplets everywhere, even some puddles! Oh, Celestia, she'd made a mess.

Twilight noticed her expression and laughed. “Don't worry about it, Fluttershy. Crystal's easy to clean, even if I didn't have magic.”

Rainbow laughed. “Make sure you take care of it before Spike does his rounds. Wouldn't want a baby dragon cleaning up after a bunch of horny mares.”

Twilight's snout wrinkled.

“And the floor's lucky that Twilight's face caught the worst of it,” Rainbow continued. “You shoulda seen it, Shy. I've seen drier bukkakes!”

“Oh, um, what's that? I've never heard of a… what did you say, 'bukkake?'”

Rainbow's eyes widened slightly. “Does anypony else ever feel like sometimes they'll say something and the age rating suddenly changes? No? Just me? Cool, never mind then.”

Applejack held the spinner bottle in a hoof and looked around the table. They were all her friends, of course. She loved them, and they were all attractive mares from one perspective or another. So why would she have any preference for where the bottle landed?

She didn't, clearly. Clear as day, she didn't care.

She spun the bottle. Watched it slow down. The tip slid past herself, past Rainbow Dash—dang it—past Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie—a bit of relief on that last one—before finally stopping at…

“Darling.”

Applejack gulped. “Sugarcube,” she replied. She wished she sounded half as confident and seductive as Rarity did.

Rarity retrieved a die and levitated it in the air beside her. “Shall we?” She grabbed the other die in her magic and tossed it toward the earth pony.

Applejack inspected the die, taking her first close look at the symbols on its sides. They all seemed deeply ominous. She looked up at Rarity. They locked eyes and simultaneously rolled their dice.

Rarity's landed first. An X.

It was like a switch was flipped. One second, Rarity looked svelte and chiseled, and the next she looked as soft and curvy as ever. There was no fanfare, no transformation sequence. Her body just changed in the blink of an eye.

Applejack suppressed a sigh. Rarity was, of course, the picture of feminine figure and poise, but that slightly sharper version of her had definitely warmed the farm mare more than usual. Then she realized that she still felt a touch warmer than usual.

Oh, her own die. She glanced at it. Huh. Wasn't that the symbol Rarity rolled on her first turn?

And that was all the time she had to ponder before her body started to tingle and morph, ripples passing through her flesh, prickles spreading across her skin, transient aches and pains needling her bones. She felt dizzy and also strangely light, like if she didn't keep a hold on something solid she would start floating away.

Across the table, Rarity watched Applejack's transformation with fascination. It seemed to be similar, if opposite, to her own transformation a few turns back. The mare's powerful, well-defined muscles seemed to fade and diminish. Her broad, sturdy shoulders sloped. Her bold features softened. All subtle changes, but they added up to a picture of a much different pony. A narrower pony, and possibly a slightly taller pony, but definitely not a harder one.

Finally the changes seemed to stop. A second later, Applejack flinched in her seat and drew her hindlegs in toward her body reflexively as the sensations concentrated in her lower stomach and between her thighs. She shuddered, and then peeked an eye open and scanned the faces around her.

“Well?” she prompted, her voice coming out… differently. Not higher or lower, but a subtly different timbre and quality.

Rarity pursed her lips. “Hmm, it's rather hard to say. You're certainly still an earth pony, and your mane and coat seem much the same.” She tilted in her chair to look from multiple angles. “You look… slighter? A touch less rugged?”

Pinkie Pie giggled. “You look like an orange Fluttershy with braids and no wings!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “That's a bit of an oversimplification, but Pinkie's not too far off. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Discord's magic is turning out to be surprisingly subtle.”

Applejack shifted on her chair, only half listening to the conversation around in response to her question. Most of her attention was centered on the strange sensation of her entire body being just a bit off. Working on a farm was tough work, and you had to be pretty familiar with your flesh and bones to do it day after day without hurting yourself.

Muscles she had been able to depend on for over a decade were softer and strangely distributed. Even without moving, she could tell that her center of gravity had shifted. She had always been like a tree planted in the earth: solid and unwavering. Now a single good shove would probably send her reeling. It was, altogether, not a pleasant experience.

Oh, and she also had a penis now. That part was fine. It was tucked between her pelvis and the chair, slightly out of its sheath. If not for the other changes those new sensation would probably have driven her stark raving, but stacked up against everything else… She'd always kind of liked being on top with a strap-on anyway. Not exclusively, course, but if the night was going to keep going the way it was going, why the heck not?

Applejack blinked and refocused her gaze on Rarity across the table. “Looks like your spell wore off.”

“Oh, has it?” Rarity glanced down at herself and shrugged. “Incredible how quickly one gets used to Discord's enchantments.”

“I hope so,” she muttered. But the night was a-wasting, so she raised a hoof and placed it on the deck of cards. “I ought to warn you, I got some of the same juice Pinkie got. Down there.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see! How fascinating.”

“Hmph. And why's that?” Applejack asked, fully expecting a jab of some kind.

“Why, you're more feminine than ever, darling. You look like you belong on the cover of a terrible romance novel about a dashing stallion from the big city moving out to the sticks and meeting a beautiful yet unrefined country filly with sweet eyes and a sharp tongue.”

Everypony absorbed that in silence for a moment.

“Ahem,” Rarity continued, looking a bit red, “I was just noting that it's fascinating how these dice work. Pinkie looks very much like I'd expect her to look had she been born a stallion, and yet you look much the same as before if you'd only spent less time in the fields and more time in a spa.”

“Plus a cock,” Applejack said flatly.

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Well, yes. Hardly a disqualification in my books. Just a matter of a few extra stitches in a pair of pants. Or, in our case, a little more huffing and puffing.”

Applejack was only barely following Rarity's train of thought at that point. So she turned over the card and squinted at the words. “Suck me off,” she read, verbatim, then froze.

Rainbow Dash burst out laughing. Twilight looked stunned. Pinkie Pie clapped her hooves.

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “A bit forward, darling, even in these circumstances.”

“It's what the card said,” she rushed to explain, but Rarity was already rounding the table. “Wait, wait!”

“Wait?” Rarity pulled up short. “I'm terribly sorry, Applejack. I assumed that at this point in the evening, and with how impatient you seemed…”

Applejack took a breath. “Nothing to be sorry for, sugarcube. I wasn't saying 'stop,' just… give me a second. Y'all seemed to handle the changes fine, but I'm feeling all out of sorts.”

Rainbow Dash spun around on her chair to face Applejack and leaned forward. “Oh man, what's it like?”

“I guess it's not… so bad,” Applejack said after some consideration. “It's just… I've been one way my whole life, you know? I got older and bigger and all, but those were slow and steady, nothing like this.”

“Pfff, well, it's not like you grew out of having a dick or anything. I didn't ask Pinkie cause she's, you know, Pinkie…” Pinkie nodded sagely across the table. “… but you… you've gotta tell me what it's like.”

“Didn't I just tell you?” Applejack asked.

Rainbow blinked. “I mean, I guess, but I want to know the details! And what a blowjob's like!”

Of course she did. Applejack couldn't help but grin. “If we keep playing long enough, Dash, maybe somepony more hog-wild than me can show you first-hoof.”

“Hog-wild?” Rarity said, bemused. “Is that pun? You can't be feeling too dreadful then.”

Applejack shifted on her seat and wriggled her limbs. Now that she'd had a minute or two to get used to the changes, she supposed they weren't as overwhelming as they seemed at first. She made eye contact with Rarity and nodded.

Rarity smiled sinfully. “Excellent. My turn to demonstrate some expertise.” She turned to Twilight and smiled wider, baring teeth. “Much as Princess Twilight admitted earlier, I've been told I'm quite skilled at this.”

Twilight flushed, but her expression remained impassive. “Then why don't you put your mouth where your mouth is.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.

With slow, languid motions, Rarity approached, her hips rolling slightly with each step. Applejack thought it was a bit over the top. Why all the coyness and seduction when everypony knew exactly what Rarity was about to do?

Not that she was complaining. It was a joy to watch.

The unicorn stopped beside Applejack's chair, grabbed both it and its occupant with her magic, and turned them to face her. The chair barely made a sound as it slid. Rarity couldn't have moved her like that before, but apparently now Applejack was a light, dainty thing. Applejack felt the pit in her stomach grow again. She did her best to ignore it.

Rarity leaned in and put one hoof on the edge of the chair, inches from Applejack's leg. “Lean back,” she whispered.

Applejack took a jittery breath and complied, sliding down in her seat and spreading her hindlegs to reveal her half-hard cock. Only a few inches of it hung outside her sheath, but there was already a bead of precum on its tip. Applejack looked down at herself, blushed, and then grinned. She struggled to suppress a laugh.

“Everything all right?” Rarity asked, taking a half-step back. “You look…”

“Ah, it's nothing. Just funny.” Applejack wiggled her hips and chuckled as her new organ bounced back and forth. “Reckon I've never paid enough attention to just how plain ridiculous these things are.”

“Don't let a stallion hear you say that,” said Rainbow. “They'll turn to dust on the spot.”

Applejack shrugged. “All the same to me.” She bucked her hips again and the head of her cock flopped up against her stomach before slumping back down. Hilarious.

Rarity felt her eyelid twitch. “Darling, if you could… ahem, Applejack!”

“Hmm?” said the farm mare, finally sitting still.

Rarity sighed, then placed a gentle hoof on her thigh and spread her legs wider. Without further ado she leaned in and placed her cheek against the side of Applejack's shaft. She inhaled. “Ah,” she said, her eyelids flitting.

“Something wrong?” Applejack asked.

Rarity let out a contented sigh and ran the barest trace of her cheek down Applejack's length until her nose was inches from the tip. “Not in the slightest. Most stallionhoods have a distinct odour to them—not an unpleasant one, necessarily, but an odour nonetheless. You, on the other hoof, have an aroma all your own, and I'm quite appreciative.”

Applejack smirked. She reclined further in her seat and twisted her neck to look at Rainbow Dash beside her. “Never thought I'd have Miss Rarity sniffing at my crotch like a horndog in August.”

Rainbow snorted.

Rarity huffed. “That's no way to refer to a lady. Especially one who's about to engage in oral sex with you.” She opened her mouth again, and Applejack was sure she was going to continue speaking, but instead she delved forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of Applejack's slowly hardening cock.

The earth pony jerked in her seat, forelegs all but pinwheeling as she was assaulted by sensation. Whoa nelly. A wordless moan escaped her. This was something else.

The cock between Rarity's lips hardened almost immediately, sliding into her mouth as it grew until the tip brushed against the roof of her mouth. She could already tell that Applejack wasn't much bigger than Pinkie—average, but by no means disproportionate or even easy to handle. She swallowed and carefully schooled her gag reflex, then relaxed her jaw and slid forward.

Applejack gasped and her hips started to buck before she caught herself. A bit of teasing was one thing, but if she accidentally choked Rarity with her magical tallywacker she'd never hear the end of it.

Rarity smiled as much as she could. She swallowed again, a mix of saliva and precum sliding down her throat. Her horn glowed, and a haze of blue magic formed under the base of Applejack's penis, supporting and guiding it into her throat, moving slowly up and down as it went.

Her lips closed and she swirled her tongue around the head, flicking at the tip, caressing the bumpy edges of the glans. Rarity was a modern, flexible mare with refined tastes, but there was something about a cock, its taste and shape and texture, that was simply irreplaceable, and as she continued to work on Applejack's tool, her own tail started to jump and flex away from her rump.

Twilight Sparkle, who was still licking the last traces of Fluttershy's cum off her teeth, who could still feel the residual stickiness of Pinkie Pie's semen on the scales between her legs, was moonstruck by the glorious sight before her.

Rarity's hips were held high and her tail strained to the side, revealing every picture perfect feature of her flank, dock, ass, and vulva to Twilight's greedy gaze. Rarity let out a slow moan, and her clit winked out a moment later.

Twilight's right hand—equipped with five wonderful, dextrous fingers—worked its way across her lap and down to her own lower lips. Dragons were a bit different down there, but after a few gentle thumb-strokes, Twilight found her rhythm. After a few seconds of laser-focused masturbation, she remembered where she was and looked around at her other guests.

Pinkie Pie was already stroking herself in long, slow motions, her cock poised just above the line of the table, in sight of everypony.

Rainbow Dash watched, motionless, but her hindlegs were still flung wide and Twilight could see the sheen of fluid on her dark lips.

Fluttershy… Fluttershy was still catatonic, slumped in a heap in her chair, barely even looking at the action beside her. Twilight felt a small bubble of pride at that. Discord's magic may have helped, but her dining skills were clearly as sharp as ever.

She turned her attention back to Rarity's ass and her hand back to her own pussy and enjoyed the show.

Applejack wouldn't say that she preferred this blowjob to the oral sex she was used to, but there were some clear benefits. She could see so much more of what Rarity was doing, for one. When her past partners had eaten her out, at best she could barely see their eyes, and usually it was all forehead. As Rarity allowed more and more of Applejack's equipment into her mouth, the earth pony marvelled at the bright red blush over her face, the lust in her eyes, the tight ring her lips made around the shaft, the slight bulge at her cheeks.

Rarity retreated, letting Applejack's cock escape her mouth with a slight pop. “Mmmmh. The taste is even better than the scent. I almost feel bad keeping you all for myself. Alas, a dare is a dare.” She stood up and leaned in close to Applejack's ear. “And I don't intend to let the librarian outperform me in the bedroom.” She slid back down Applejack's torso and returned to her crotch, tongue finding Applejack's balls immediately.

“Oh, ah, dang,” Applejack muttered. Now that was a strange feeling. She had some basis for other parts of her new anatomy. The tip of her cock was a bit like a large, less sensitive clit, the shaft was like her lower lips and her inner walls. The sack, though… it wasn't overwhelmingly pleasurable or even especially stimulating, but fuck was it different. Her head fell back against her chair and her eyes closed as Rarity continued her delicate work.

The unicorn had just taken Applejack back into her mouth, and her own eyes were loose and unfocused as all her concentration was dedicated to the work of her lips, tongue, and throat.

A few seats over, Rainbow Dash saw her opportunity. She pulled herself into a seated position on her chair, finally hiding her sex from the rest of the room. Then, one hoof at a time, she crept off her seat and approached Rarity and Applejack from behind.

Twilight was the only one to notice as the pegasus slid across the floor; any noise she made was covered by the wet slurping and sucking sounds coming from Rarity's maw. She stopped directly behind the unicorn, perfectly obscuring Rarity's wonderful rear from Twilight's view and replacing it with Rainbow Dash's own toned ass, slim thighs, and dripping pussy. Twilight's clawed hand paused at her own entrance, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. Rainbow Dash was one of the hottest mares in Equestria. Since joining the Wonderbolts she'd been in magazines and advertisements—pictures taken at angles to hint and tease at exactly the view she was enjoying now.

But it wasn't Rarity, was it? Twilight swallowed hard. Oh. She wanted to fuck Rarity. And more than that, now that she considered the possibility. There was a whole realm of wholesome, romantic things that were a little hard to fully conceptualize in a room full of pheromones and ponies in various stages of sexual delight. That could come later. Right then, she wanted Rarity underneath her, and if this dumb game didn't arrange for that soon then Discord would have a lot to answer for.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash hovered behind Rarity's exposed backside and licked her lips. She'd gotten a taste of the mare earlier, but now she wanted something a bit juicier than her neck. She leaned in and slid her tongue all the way from the underside of Rarity's barrel up to her vulva.

Rarity moaned and tensed. She hadn't expected anypony to do something like that out of turn. She wanted to turn around and find out who was so brazenly enjoying her body, but that would mean leaving Applejack unattended, and that wouldn't do. Then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the empty seat to her right. Rainbow Dash. She felt a little pang of disappointment. How odd.

Rainbow Dash worked over Rarity's pussy, sliding her tongue between her folds and caressing her lovebud with a tenderness that ponies who only knew her outside of the bedroom would probably be surprised by. But Rainbow was a sensitive mare in those areas, so she always took care to treat her partners how she'd want to be treated, and that was with care and patience. She doubled back down to the base of Rarity's sex, swiping across her opening, then pressing lightly inside.

Rarity released a moan, muffled by Applejack's cock but unmistakably one of pleasure and suspense.

Emboldened further, Rainbow continued her trajectory upward, revisiting with Rarity's clit with a cheeky tongue flick on the way. She pressed her mouth to Rarity's perineum and sucked for a moment, then completed her tour with a bold lick across the unicorn's tailhole and over her dock.

Rarity's entire body stiffened, and she managed a choked neigh of surprise. She wasn't a complete stranger to anal, but she certainly hadn't expected it with any of her closest friends. They were all so simple, so sweet and innocent, and yet there was Rainbow Dash, licking her ass without reservation.

Then she remembered the shaft between her lips and the challenge that had precipitated it. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to refocus. She pressed down, engulfing most of Applejack's length in her muzzle, and tongued at her medial ring. She counted her breaths, making sure they were measured and productive and timed just so lest she dribble any of the wonderful concoction of saliva and pre-cum that had started to pool in the back of her mouth.

Applejack shifted anxiously on her chair. She could just barely see Rainbow Dash's rump and tail over Rarity's head, but nothing more. Her hips flexed as her brand new organ throbbed and jerked at the pleasurable treatment it was receiving, and yet all she could think of was how frustrating it was to have Rarity between her and that other mare.

Rarity increased her speed, bobbing her head on the top half of Applejack's shaft, occasionally licking and sucking at the tip. Her magic continued to massage the bottom of the shaft, squeezing and pumping at just the right speed to push the earth pony toward her climax.

And just behind her, Rainbow Dash accelerated her ministrations as well. After giving Rarity's pucker another quick tease she returned to her pussy, lapping at Rarity's hood until she winked, then pulling back to give her clit a light suckle before diving back in. It wasn't as technically impressive as Twilight's demonstration by any means, but it was just as effective in raising the unicorn's heart rate and crushing her concentration like a tin can.

Rarity paused her work as she felt herself wink again, and when Rainbow wrapped her lips around it, she shuddered and moaned, inches from her second orgasm of the night. The sudden flash of sharp pleasure caught her by surprise. Her throat convulsed involuntarily, and she gagged.

In an instant, Applejack had Rarity's head in her forehooves and had withdrawn entirely from her mouth. “Are you all right, filly? Need a break?”

Rarity took a few quick gasps of air, then pouted. “Applejack, it's rude to interrupt. I'll let you know when I need a reprieve.” She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the meddlesome pegasus who continued to eat her out with dedication. “This would be easier without an uninvited third.”

At that, Rainbow pulled back, her entire lower face matted and sticky with mare cum. She licked her lips. “Oh, sorry Rares. I can stop,” she said.

Rarity glowered. “Don't you dare,” she said, then shoved her rump back into Rainbow's face and looked back down at Applejack's crotch.

Despite the interruption, the tip of her cock was starting to flare, and it seemed to twitch in time with the earth pony's heartbeat. Good, thought Rarity. Home stretch.

She extended her tongue and circled the flare, then relaxed her jaw and stretched her lips around Applejack's cockhead, the tip wide enough now that she couldn't help grazing it with the sides of her teeth. She steeled herself, then dove forward until the thick, flat head touched the back of her throat. She winced, her eyes starting to water, and continued forward. Another inch, two, almost three, and then she pulled back, suckled hard, and pushed forward to swallow again.

She moaned through Applejack's cock as Rainbow Dash moved past simple licks and suckles and kisses and moved in deep, most of her muzzle sliding into Rarity's opening, her tongue flicking deep inside, caressing a spot that never failed to push Rarity over the edge. She spasmed, her hind legs nearly failing her, and her tailed whipped. Her walls clenched as she came, grasping onto the tip of Rainbow's muzzle. The pegasus slurped and gulped down the trickles of fluid splashing against her and rolling down her chin.

At the other end of the unicorn, Applejack's fuse was getting short. Her hips jerked and buckled involuntarily, jabbing her shaft deeper into Rarity's throat. This wasn't like the orgasmic throes she was used to—she wasn't spasming or flexing her limbs senselessly. Now, her pleasure drove her in a specific direction: deeper inside. Finally, as the pressure behind her cock reached a peak, she gave up on restraint. Her forehooves found their way down to the back or Rarity's head, and her hips jerked forward, driving her cock fully inside Rarity's maw. Rarity's tongue lolled out, sliding wetly against Applejack's balls.

Rarity had somewhat expected to be throat-fucked at some point during this challenge. It was a common occurrence with stallions, particularly inexperienced ones, and Applejack had never struck her as a delicate, tentative lover. So, when Applejack finally leaned forward and took charge, she did her best to loosen her jaw, relax her throat, and hold her breath as the earth pony humped her face. Perhaps it was for the best that Applejack had ended up with a thin, dainty figure this round. If she had all her usual strength, Rarity's windpipe might have taken a serious beating.

Applejack thrust once more and her balls clenched, her stomach flopped, and she came, immediately filling Rarity's throat to capacity. The unicorn swallowed quickly, gulping down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could, but it proved insufficient to the torrent Applejack was unleashing, quickly pooling in her mouth and trickling out from between her lips.

Finally, oxygen became a priority, and Rarity was forced to pull back. She inhaled sharply through her nose as soon as her throat was clear, because it was obvious that the cock in her mouth was far from depleted. She kept her lips around it and gulped down fresh waves of semen, although now she was able to enjoy it in more detail. Much like her overall scent, Applejack's seed tasted a bit different from stallions she had sampled before. A bit thinner, and with a smoother texture, it reminded her a bit of a particular cream liquor she'd sampled once at one of Fancy's soirées. A bit tangy, but not bad at all.

As her orgasm finally shuddered to a stop, Applejack opened her eyes and saw Rarity, still sucking and licking at the tip of her shaft, and just over her ears, Rainbow Dash, resting her forehooves on Rarity's flank and staring up at her with a cocky grin. “So, how's the dick?” she asked.

Applejack blinked. “Uh… can't complain? I mean, it felt nice and all, and boy howdy are those last few seconds something strong, but it wasn't that different.”

Rainbow scowled. “Seriously? A once in a lifetime magical mishap gives you a cock and a hot mare eager to suck on it, and it's just 'nice'.” She patted Rarity's ass with a hoof. “Maybe Miss Rarity isn't the hotshot cocksucker she claims.”

“How dare you, Rainbow Dash.”

Twilight raised her voice to call, “Let's all be nice. I'm sure AJ's just a bit stunned from all the new experiences.”

Rarity huffed and rose to her hooves, her hind legs still slightly tingly from her own climax, and marched back to her seat. “In any case, I believe that wraps up our challenge.”

Applejack looked down at her slowly softening cock, glistening with saliva. Rainbow Dash peered at her unshielded crotch with equally unshielded interest. In a flash of sudden self-consciousness, Applejack closed her hindlegs. Rainbow frowned and also trotted over to her own seat.

Dang it.

Twilight looked around the table with her sharp, reptilian eyes. “I guess that's one round finished.”

Everypony exchanged looks. There was a feeling in the air, a kind of unspoken expectation, a shimmery, uncertain excitement.

Fluttershy cleared her throat. She had only just recovered her wits on time to watch the end of Rarity's performance. “Seems like a bit of an anti-climax. Um, I mean, obviously you two just did…” She blushed a bright red at her own words, and her gaze drifted to Applejack's covered crotch. “I just mean… it seems like a waste to end the night there.”

“Yeah!” shouted Pinkie Pie. She jumped onto her hooves atop her chair, her cock bouncing like a door stopper underneath her barrel. “I want another turn!”

Twilight licked her lips. She wouldn't mind a second round, especially if it was with a particular pony.

“Well, if everypony's in agreement… I guess that makes it Rainbow's turn again,” Twilight said. The spinner bottle rose into the air and floated toward Rainbow Dash's seat.