Cutie Mark Crusaders: Truth or Dare
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By ScriptScrolls & Criticul
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Rarity was staring over the group of giggling fillies who were engaged in a heated pillow fight. “Now now girls, be careful! I just cleaned this part of the boutiqu- Oh no Sweetie, don’t jump on the bed!” Rarity did her best to contain the bouncing fillies, but the attempt was utterly useless. Rarity groaned loudly, grabbing the attention of the restless little ponies.
“Thank you...now, I’m going to bed. Don’t be to loud, don’t stay up late, and don’t, and I mean don’t wake me up from my beauty sleep.” The three friends started to giggle at Rarity’s check list of things not to do.
“Okay, so no fun then?” Scootaloo joked, resulting in an irritated glance from Rarity.
“If that’s what it takes to stop you from destroying my shop, then yes...no fun.” All three of the Crusaders “aww’d” in unison, forcing Rarity to smile. “Alright, alright. Just promise me the Boutique will still be standing in the morning.”
Apple Bloom grinned and shook her head up and down. “Ah course, Miss Rarity! Ah would never do anything ta’ mess up yer shop er nothin’!”
Scootaloo broke out in a fit of laughter. “I’m not sure I can make that promise.” Sweetie Belle kicked her in the leg and started chuckling nervously.
“She’s jokin’ sis. Of course she won’t do anything...hehe. Now why don’t you go ahead and get some sleep? You should be well rested so you can work on that order!” Sweetie started pushing Rarity by her flank towards the stairs.
“I-I guess you’re right. You sure you three won’t cause any trouble? I’m serious girls, I need this place to be perfect for tomorrow.”
Apple Bloom stood on her back legs and gave a little salute. “On mah Cutie Mark Crusader honor, ah promise yer shop will be in perfect condition in tha morning...” Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo broke out in a fit of laughter at Apple Bloom’s silliness.
“Fine...I’ll see you in the morning girls.” With that Rarity retreated to her room upstairs and the girls instantly began to scheme up devious ways to have fun.
“It’s party time!” Scootaloo proclaimed, eager for some fun. “What’s first on the list?”
“Oh, oh! I know what to do!” Sweetie exclaimed. “We could play that game I heard about from the older fillies in school! Um, um...Truth or Dare!”
“Truth or Dare?” Scootaloo asked. “I’ve heard of that... I’m down.”
“Ah think that’s a great idea.” Apple Bloom concurred.
“Alright, so I’ll go first to start off. Apple Bloom, truth or dare?” Sweetie Belle asked. Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin and sat in a thinking position.
“Ahhh. Ah’m a go with truth!” Sweetie grinned. She remembered the fillies from school saying you should always pick an embarrassing truth.
“Have you ever kissed a colt Apple Bloom?” Sweetie Belle ask, giggling viciously.
Apple Bloom blushed furiously and looked down at her hooves to avoid being seen. “I...um- ...no, I haven’t”
Sweetie Belle hugged Apple Bloom tightly. “Don’t be sad Apple Bloom! I haven’t either...”
Apple Bloom hugged back. “Thanks Sweetie Belle... ya made me feel a lot better about it. So..um, truth or dare, Scoots?”
“Dare! Of course....” Scootaloo said proudly, asserting her role as the courageous one of the trio. “I’m not afraid of anything!”
Apple Bloom grinned as a devious idea for a dare came to mind, one inspired by the question she had just been asked. “Ah dare ya to...kiss Sweetie Belle! On the lips!” Sweetie Belle began choking on the juice she was drinking while Scootaloo just stared at Apple Bloom in complete shock. The earth pony started laughing uncontrollably at their facial expressions.
“Wh-what?! Apple Bloom! That’s so gross! Pick something else!” the orange pegasus exclaimed, glaring at Apple Bloom.
“Hey, ya said ya would do any dare. Yer not a chicken, are ya?” Apple Bloom knew very from past experiences she could goad Scootaloo into doing just about anything. Sweetie Belle merely sat silently on her haunches, afraid to give away anything about her opinion on the matter.
“N-no! I’m the bravest filly around! I j-just... What about Sweetie Belle?! She didn’t agree to take that dare!” Scootaloo was doing her best to avoid having to kiss Sweetie Belle. While she secretly wanted to do it, she couldn’t let her friends find out. It just wasn’t normal for a filly to feel like this.
“She agreed to the game! Come on Scoots, it’s just a little kiss.”
Scootaloo groaned loudly. “Fine! If it makes you so happy Apple Bloom, I’ll do it!” The purple-maned filly gulped as she walked with heavy hooves over to Sweetie Belle, whose mouth was still slightly agape from the recent conversation. She sat there frozen, not knowing what to do. On the one hoof, Scootaloo was pretty attractive for a young filly. On the other hoof, she was Sweetie’s best friend and this wasn’t something friends typically did, even when dared. In the time that the white unicorn’s mind spent running haywire, Scoots had closed the gap between them and was staring her dead in the face, a look of fear in her eyes.
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Sweetie Belle’s pulse quickened as their muzzles got closer and closer. Scootaloo could feel the white filly’s breath on her cheeks, the warm breeze stirring goosebumps on her orange coat. She tilted her face and thrust herself forward to meet Sweetie’s lips, unable to resist contact any longer. The unicorn tried to pull back at first, but quickly settled into the embrace, allowing her mouth to open slightly. Scootaloo took this invitation, and proceeded to run the tip of her tongue into the other foal’s mouth. Sweetie Belle fought back with her own tongue, probing it even further into the orange filly’s trap.
Apple Bloom stared in awe at her two friends. She never thought Scootaloo would actually do the dare, much less that both of them would enjoy it so much. She began to feel extremely out of place, but Sweetie Belle eventually broke the embrace.
“Wow,” the white filly whispered, completely out of breath. She sat staring at the orange pegasus, who now had her head drooping low.
“I’m so sorry, Sweetie Belle... I should have told you guys I was a fillyfooler before Apple Bloom gave me that dare. I just... I wasn’t sure how you’d take it, and...” Scootaloo was now crying into her hooves, ashamed with herself. Sweetie Belle walked over to her and put a hoof under her chin.
“It’s okay, Scoots,” she reassured her. “To be honest, I... I actually... liked it!” Scootaloo looked up in shock, tears still running down her cheeks. Sweetie Belle saw her sadness, and it made her heart wrench. She hated more than anything to see her friend in such a state, so weakened. Sweetie Belle gradually began moving forward. Scootaloo was still in disarray at what she had just heard. Her friend, the one she had a crush on for years, actually liked kissing her! By the time the orange filly’s thoughts had faded, her lips were once again locked with Sweetie’s.
Apple Bloom’s jaw now hit the floor. She was expecting at any moment to wake from this disturbing phantasm. After her two best friends broke from their second embrace, they looked over to their audience -- a now pale earth pony. Both felt a sharp pang of guilt for what Apple Bloom must have been feeling.
“Uh, Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo spoke up. “Are you okay?” Apple Bloom shook her head violently and put on a sheepish grin.
“Y-yeah, sure ah am! I just saw mah two best friends make out, but that’s normal r-right?” Sweetie Belle trotted over to the traumatized filly and put a hoof around her neck.
“Don’t worry, Apple Bloom. This doesn’t change anything! We’re still your friends and we’re still the Cutie Mark Crusaders,” she said enthusiastically. Apple Bloom just sat there, staring at the ground in confusion. Sweetie Belle tried to nuzzle her chin up, but the earth pony snapped.
“Hey! Don’t go trying that stuff on me! Ah have enough problems at home already!” The white unicorn stepped back and furrowed her brow at Apple Bloom.
“What do you mean?” Sweetie asked, very intrigued by such a vibrant reaction to a simple gesture of platonic affection.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo pressed on. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” Apple Bloom began visibly sweating. She hadn’t expected to be put under inquisition like this and had no idea how to react. She tried to think of a convincing lie, but none came to her. The Apple family honesty once again prevailed.
“Fine,” Apple Bloom sighed, “ah’ve liked fillies as far back as ah can recall. But with the way Granny Smith, Mac, and Applejack talk about it...” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle couldn’t believe their eyes. Apple Bloom, the toughest out of the three of them, the rock around which their friendship was founded, was breaking down before them.
“Apple Bloom, you don’t have to be afraid of who you are,” Scootaloo promulgated softly. “You’re you, and that’s all that matters.” With that, Scootaloo planted a kiss on the earth pony’s cheek, causing blood to redden her face. Apple Bloom stammered a bit but then went silent. She looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, and all thought left her mind. Only impulse remained as she leaped forward and began aggressively pulling at the pegasus’ lips with her own.
Scootaloo took no delay in responding to the filly’s sudden assault on her lips. She charged her tongue into Apple Bloom’s mouth, making the earth pony grasp her tighter. They stayed in an embrace for a solid half a minute before pausing to catch their breath.
“Wow...” Apple Bloom whispered, almost panting.
“I know, right?” Sweetie Belle said, remembering her earlier session with Scoots.
“Man, you two are wearing me out!” Scootaloo said smugly, evidently proud of how desired she apparently was. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom exchanged smirks and gradually moved their muzzles closer together. Their lips met, but their kiss proved far more gentle than either of Scootaloo’s. They softly exchanged dominance in each other’s mouths, allowing the other to slowly accept and pass on control with their tongues.
Scootaloo watched the two embrace and pouted a little, very much displeased at being the third wheel. She trotted closer to the fillies and began kissing their necks. Both Sweetie and Apple Bloom emitted slight moans of appreciation as Scootaloo began to kiss and bite at their collarbones.
The pegasus bit Apple Bloom’s neck too violently, inducing a loud “Yow!” and a strong punch from the earth pony. The yellow mare’s strike sent Scootaloo flying a few feet before landing on her back. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom gasped, ran over to their winded friend, and checked to make sure she was okay. Scootaloo groaned, complaining she had fallen on her wings.
Sweetie Belle got an idea after remembering her last trip to the spa with Rarity. Fluttershy had received a wing massage from Aloe, the spa pony, and enjoyed it so much she was drooling incessantly. The white filly walked up to Scootaloo’s extended wing and began to press lightly on the appendage with her hooves. The orange pegasus went wide-eyed and gasped in pleasure. Apple Bloom smirked at this and followed suit, massaging deeply into the knots of Scootaloo’s wing muscles.
All the purple-maned filly could do was lie where she did and let the waves of ecstasy wash over her entire body. With their forehooves on Scootaloo’s wings, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle continued their passionate kiss from earlier above her stomach, this time with much more force. The pegasus could feel some ungodly pressure building inside of her, unsure of what it was. After a few more seconds, the identity of the pressure became clear to Scootaloo, and she moaned at her friends to stop. Sweetie and Apple Bloom were far too involved with each other to pay any mind to the orange filly’s pleas and continued kissing.
“Guys, seriously! Quit it!” The two immediately ceased rubbing Scootaloo’s wings and allowed her to get up. The pegasus was exhausted from her close encounter with climax. After she caught her breath, her eyes glanced over Sweetie’s horn. A very naughty thought suddenly occurred to Scootaloo and she smirked at Apple Bloom with delight. The earth pony merely furrowed her brow as Scootaloo moved closer to Sweetie Belle. The white unicorn, anticipating a kiss, closed her eyes as the space between them shortened, but Scootaloo had an entirely different plan. Without warning, the orange filly licked slowly from the base to the tip of Sweetie’s horn, sending a shock through her skull. Scootaloo marvelled at how sweet the horn tasted and began licking it some more, sending small magical bursts through her tongue with each stroke.
Sweetie Belle began to lose balance as the sensation penetrated her body. It felt like surges of electricity were coursing laterally down her figure. Sweetie collapsed on her haunches while Scootaloo kept slowly kissing and licking the sides of her horn. Apple Bloom, not one to be left out of the fun, began licking the other side of Sweetie’s horn shyly, recoiling once or twice from the magical pulses. Scootaloo, on the other hoof, was having an absolute field day with it, sucking on the tip of Sweetie’s horn like it was filled with candy from Sugarcube Corner. Her desire for more increased however, and Scootaloo began pushing her lips further down the magical appendage while Apple Bloom moved aside, resuming her tender kissing session with Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie could feel a huge amount of magical pressure amassing in her skull. Her cranium threatened to burst and shower both her friends in shards of bone, but it didn’t. Instead the surge of delectation began rocketing its way towards Sweetie Belle’s horn. Before she could alert the pegasus, a huge shock of electro-magical energy jolted into Scootaloo’s mouth, causing her to leap straight into the ceiling with a loud thud and then smack back down onto the floor. Sweetie Belle stared in horror at the motionless pegasus. ‘I killed her!’ she thought. ‘She’s dead...’
“Celestia, are y’all ‘right, Scoots?” Apple Bloom also felt worry for her friend.
Scootaloo groaned in pain softly, attempting in vain to speak coherently; her lips and tongue were completely numb. The orange filly tried to stand up, but the diziness from her recent collision with the ceiling set in, and she collapsed back onto the floor.
“Scootaloo!” Sweetie cried, her voice cracking with anxiety. She rushed over to the injured pegasus and nudged her neck with her muzzle. Scootaloo simply mumbled nonsensically at the white unicorn. Sweetie Belle suddenly remembered overhearing a conversation between Twilight and her older sister. Rarity had mention a... horngasm? Yes, that was the word she used. Sweetie tried her best to recall the rest of the conversation.
“You should have seen him, my dear! I don’t think he’s ever been with a unicorn before... It was quite a pity too. We couldn’t even have a nice chat the next morning because his tongue was so inert.” The white filly mouthed a silent “oh” as she realized what had happened to Scoots.
“It’s okay, Apple Bloom. Her tongue’s just numb and she probably hurt her head a bit. She’ll be fine in the morning... I hope,” Sweetie Belle said, muttering the last phrase under her breath. It would be very hard to explain Scootaloo’s lack of speech to Rarity; the orange pegasus would rarely ever shut up on a normal day.
“Fine by me,” Apple Bloom responded before yawning. “Ah think we should hit the hay anyways. Ah’m mighty tired.” Sweetie nodded and helped the earth pony lift Scootaloo onto the bed. After they positioned the pegasus, both fillies climbed into bed alongside her -- sliding under her warm wings which were now fully extended. The two fillies whispered goodnight to each other and then Scootaloo, who just nodded and groaned a bit. Completely exhausted from the night’s activities, the foals offered no resistance when sleep came to take them.
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Rarity emerged from upstairs the next morning to be greeted by the sight of the three fillies snuggled up together under a blanket. The tableau nearly melted her heart, it was so cute. She slowly trotted over to where the adorable fillies lay and levitated another blanket over them, as it was especially cold this morning.
“I had a feeling that none of you would pay any heed when I requested for you not to stay up to an unreasonable hour... Well, at least you’ll be out of my mane for a little while longer.”
