The next round was quick to begin as Dash grabbed another black card to read, but before she could, Spitfire held up her hoof with a smug smile.

"Oh no, that's never a good look from you Spitty." Fleetfoot said cautiously as she took another sip of her water. Spitfire simply chuckled in response to the other's uncomfortable stares.

"Heh, I just think we should liven this round up a little with a mini challenge." Spitfire explained. The others all gave each other worried glances before Rainbow Dash spoke up.

"What kind of challenge?" She asked with an eyebrow raise.

"This round, nopony can laugh." Spitfire revealed. Soarin's eyes widened a little, while Fleetfoot and Dash both scoffed.

"Are you kidding me Spitty? I can totally handle this challenge." Fleetfoot said with confidence, Dash nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, bring it on!" She said enthusastically. The three mares turned to Soarin to hear his opinion on the challenge. He glanced at all three of them before sighing and nodding.

"Fine, I'm going to lose this, but fine." Soarin said before taking a few deep breaths and muttering to himself, "Focus.....do...not...laugh."

"Alright, starting now, nopony laugh, Dash you have the floor." Spitfire motioned. Dash nodded and read the card.

"What did Iron Will Eat for Dinner?" Dash asked, not breaking at all. As the others looked through their hands, Fleetfoot caught herself before she could let out a snort, and Soarin had to fight off a smile, but they were all able to resist laughing and turned in their cards to Dash, who began to read.

"What did Iron Will eat for Dinner? Land Mines" Dahs read with a straight face. The others looked around to catch any laughs or smile, but there were none.

"It was the only one that made sense, okay?" Spitfire said in defeat. Dash simply shrugged and dropped the card before reading the next one.

"What did Iron Will Eat for Dinner? An Ass Disaster." Dash read, very nearly cracking, but managing to hold down the urge to chuckle. Soarin had to put a hoof over his mouth and Fleetfoot put her head down on the table.

"Are you laughing Fleet?" Spitfire asked in a smug tone. Fleetfoot took a breath and looked back up at Spitfire, her face was a little red.

"Nope! I'm fine!" She said with a higher pitched voice than normal. She turned to Dash, "Keep reading please." She pleaded to Dash, who simply nodded.

"What did Iron Will eat for Dinner? BATMARE!!!" Dash said dramatically. Soarin let out an audible snort before slamming a hoof over his mouth again. Spitfire pointed a wing at Soarin.

"There's one! Soarin's losing this challenge now!" Spitfire mocked.

"This doesn't affect the game as a whole right?" Soarin asked. Spitfire shook her head.

"Nope, just for this round, who wins Dash?" She asked. Dash held up a card.

"Gotta be the Ass Disaster." Dash said. Fleetfoot jumped up from her chair and took the card.

"YES!" She cheered, then Spitfire grabbed a black card for her turn.

"BLANK should be a crime!" Spitfire read from the card. This time the other players all managed to hold their laughter in while giving Spitfire their cards. Eventually all of them handed them in, and Spitfire began to read again.

"Daddy Issues should be a Crime!" Spitfire read dramatically. Rainbow Dash and Fleetfoot both let out little laughs before trying to recover, but it was too late.

"There we go, now I'm winning at this little game!" Spitfire said confidently before continuing.

"Holding Down a Foal and Farting all Over Him should be a crime!" Spitfire read out, slipping up and letting out a chuckle in the middle of reading it. Fleetfoot leaned forward towards Spitfire with a smug expression.

"You were saying?" She said. Spitfire frowned and put the card back down.

"Fine were all even! Puberty should be a Crime!" Upon reading the next card though, they all began to laugh before trying their best to shut up. Spitfire looked down at the cards to determine a winner.

"As much as the Puberty one is probably true, I gotta go with farting all over the foal." Spitfire jokingly said. Fleetfoot took her next black card as the winner.

"Wow Spitty, you naughty mare." Fleetfoot teased. Spitfire glared.

"Shut it! Also, that smile counts, you're losing now!" Spitfire added. Fleetfoot immediately frowned and took another black card to read for her turn.

"The class field trip was completely ruined by BLANK!" Fleetfoot read out in a dramatic voice. Once again the other players quickly turned in their cards and Fleetfoot was ready to read once again.

"The class field trip was completely ruined by Explosions!" Fleetfoot read enthusiastically. The others all looked at each other, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, that would do it." Soarin commented.

"That's just an average day in Ponyville if you ask me." Dash added, causing Spitfire to let out a snicker. Fleetfoot glared at Spitfire.

"What was that captain?" She asked smugly. Spitfire shoved her away. "Keep reading you."

"The class field trip was completely ruined by Extremely tight pants." Fleetfoot read.

"Who wears pants anyway?" Soarin asked.

"Only the weirdos and the upper crust of Canterlot, so no wonder the trip was ruined." Fleetfoot commented, making both Dash and Soarin cover their mouths to avoid laughing.

"An lastly, what ruined the class trip? A Sad Hoofjob!" Fleetfoot read dramatically, making the other three all laugh.

"Dammit!" Spitfire huffed after she finished laughing.

"The Sad Hoofjob wins!" Fleetfoot awkwardly said. Dash reached over and took her winning card.

"We've still got one more turn in this round to determine who loses when it comes to holding in laughter, your turn Soarin." Spitfire explained. Soarin nodded and took a card.

"What did you bring for Show and Tell?" Soarin read out on the card. As usual, the selecting of cards was relatively easy and before he knew it, Soarin had all three cards to judge.

"What did you bring for Show and Tell? An Erection that lasts longer than four hours." Soarin read out in a pained voice.

"Ouch, are you sure their doing it for show and tell, or do you think their just desperate for help?" Dash said jokingly.

"Maybe he's just really proud of it!" Fleetfoot said with a giggle.

"That was a laugh Fleet." Spitfire quickly said.

"Son of a-!" Fleetfoot said will slamming her hoof on the table. Soarin continued to read.

"What did you bring for show and tell? The secret Formula for ultimate female satisfaction!" Soarin read dramatically.

"Sounds like something you should get Soarin, then maybe you'd find a date, or at least give ya the courage to ask out Dash already." Fleetfoot said bluntly. Dash gasped at how forward Fleet was and blushed lightly. Soarin's jaw dropped and his face turned bright red. Fleetfoot looked between the two of them and groaned. "Oh come one! It's so obvious! Just keep reading Soarin." Fleetfoot brushed the topic aside. Soarin glared at Fleetfoot for a few seconds longer before regaining his composure and reading the last card.

"What did you bring for show and tell? Dark and Mysterious Forces beyond our control." Soarin read out the overly long card without cracking a smile. The others all simply shrugged in agreement before Soarin selected the winning card.

"The secret formula wins!" Soarin announced. Spitfire reached over and took her winning card.

"Wait, were all tied now right?" Dash asked. Spitfire looked at their allotted cards and nodded.

"I think so." she said.

"But, who lost the try not to laugh challenge?" Fleetfoot asked. Soarin groaned slightly.

"Can we please not call it that Fleet, it's too cliché." He commented.

"That's literally what it was." Fleetfoot deadpanned.

"Whatever!" Spitfire butted in, "We all laughed so often during that round that we all lost! Congratulations!" Spitfire announced jokingly. The others all joined her in laughing and they settled back down for the next round.

"Only 2 rounds to go!" Dash said to herself, eager to win.

Author's Note

Scores:

Rainbow Dash - 8

Spitfire - 8

Fleetfoot - 8

Soarin - 8

Fast update!

I plan to have this fic completed by the end of September. Crossing my fingers I don't screw up again.

Byeeeeeee!