“So… truth or dare?”

Selfie had never played the fabled sleepover game. Well once a long time ago, but it was way more fun when it was her friends and not her brother and sister. Selfie had made companions; it was oddly easy for her to do.  Even after the initial fame faded from the Daring Do series. There were still ponies who wanted to be her friend.

Well sending Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to a different dimension for a day helped out as well.

Every filly in the room -because colts have cooties and were not invited- to little Dinky’s party. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell, Twist, Dinky, Selfie and Scootaloo sat in a semi-circle surrounding a pile of candy. The game was finally about to start, after waiting for Twist and her extended bathroom break the game was finally underway.

Scootaloo smirked. “Dare.”

Sweetie Bell thought for a while. Her friend would be inclined to do anything that she proposed. She was really hoping for truth, since Scootaloo rarely backed down from any dare. Even the young filly was prepared for this, she had thought of great dares for all of her friends.  Also, prying truths just for Scoots.  “I dare you to choose switch to truth!”

“No way, that’s not how the game works.” Scoots shot back.

“Does so, now change it to truth or you get a chicken token.” Scootaloo clicked her tongue in irritation. She hated getting chicken tokens on stupid dares.

“Fine truth.” She waved a dismissing hoof.

A wry smile grew on the little filly’s face. She had played truth and dare many times with her sister.  She knew the line of questions that would extract the most fun for the evening. For it was almost one in the morning, and the juiciest truths are always told when everyone is sleep deprived.

“Who is the colt at school you like?” She found herself at the end of five dead stares. All eyes were on Scootaloo. Tons of bravado and oh how one simple question can sweep it all away.

“T-that’s not really a yes or no question. He-he so yah.” The death glare from her companions was more than enough to break the filly. Even Twist joined in, and she was the least intimidating pony in the room. Then it struck the little filly, a single way out that let her avoid the dreaded chicken token. “There is no colt at school I like.”

The whole room sighed in disappointment, even Selfie. Slow she was finding out colts are not as gross as she originally thought. But they were still pretty gross and Snips and Snails pretty much only obliterated any chance of her opinion changing anytime soon.

“So Twist, Truth or Dare?”  Scootaloo raised a brow.

“Truth.” Everypony in the room knew never to take a dare from Scootaloo. It always ended in some way shape or form related to Rainbow Dash. Usually rooting through her trash or getting a clipping of her mane.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, knowing full well now that she will be asking truths the entire night, “Well tell us what is with you and Snips.  I thought you two were mushy and stuff.”

Twist wasn’t ashamed at all, at least about Snips. “Ith wath nothing  thpecial. I athed him out on a date and he thaid no.”

“Why don’t you try asking Snails, I heard he likes you?” Sweetie Bell said in an innocent tone.

Again she waved a dismissing hoof, “I already tried, and he said he liked thome pony elthe.”

”If you want you can ask my sister for some advice, she had had… wait, how many stallions has my sister gone out with?” Selfie pondered the only one she had ever seen Mary with was her brother. “Scratch that, maybe asking my sister would be a bad idea.” Her eyes widen, “We can ask my brother, he been out with plenty of mares, and he is a stallion.”

Twist went red, not a slight hue, her whole body just went completely red. “I don’t think that will help, maybe we could athk Rainbow Dathh?” Hoping that this little conversation would lead her to goal.  It was still wearing on the young mares heart, what she heard about Gary only an hour ago. Selfie however was already half-way down the stairs.

The game was put on hold; it only was five minutes she was gone down stairs. To Twist it was well over a day in her world. As she nibbled on the tasty treats.  Dinky however didn’t mind the wait, she was playing with the present her mom brought up from Gary. A rare edition of Daring DO holding a rope that got warmer if you hugged it. So far only children of royalty and diplomats got the rare toy, now Dinky has one.

Selfie finally came back carrying a large grey bag, “Sorry I took so long. Getting my brother up from a sound sleep took a lot more nibbling than I thought.”  Twist heart nearly stopped her friend’s choice of words. How close are these two?

“What are you doing with my mom makeup kit?” Dinky said as she squeezed harder on her toy.

“Well I asked my brother what is a good way to get a colt to like you. He told me I was still too young and I could date until I was married.  Then I said it was for Twist,” Twist wanted nothing more than you jump out the window go home and hide under her bed. ”He said she should be herself, and then he grumbled something about inner beauty and fell back asleep. Since I know you get beauty from makeovers, I asked your mom if I could borrow her make up. There was a small catch though...”

Selfie stepped in, Derpy and Mary followed in toe holding curlers and irons, mud, sortings and all manners of beauty products.  Both of the adult mares were slightly inebriated as they looked at each one the fillies like a canvas that had never been touched.

“Let’s get to work Mary.”

- - -

Gary slept, uncaring to the outside world. Only his dreams to keep him company. His subconscious dwelled a realm that Gary had locked away. He never remember his dreams, who knows what he would have done if he did. Five years of devotion to a single mare, even refusing himself solitary pleasures.  His dreams however did not share his iron-will loyalty. The things that went on inside his mind would make even the most veteran pervert cringe.

This particular dream was one his favorites. Or, it would be if he remember it. Several ready, able, wanting, mares dance for him each dressed up in some manner of erotic clothing. He lounged in a giant pillow bed watching, ready to make one mare his for the evening. He waved a hoof and beckoned the pink mare to come before him. She was dressed in straps of white leather; her tail balled up and died white.  Perched on her head was bunny ears and she even had bunny mitts on all of her hoofs.

Gary was a furry, he would never admit it.

She joined him on the giant pillow, the pink pegasus bunny rolled around innocently waiting for the big bad Gary wolf to come gobble her up. But she was to make the first move as she pounced on him.

~-~-~

Selfie jumped on her sleeping brother, every filly and mare had just gone under the most rigorous makeover of their lives. Every single filly and mare wanted an unbiased opinion. Especially from a stallion, sadly the only one in the proximity was passed out on the couch. Selfie knew how to wake her older brother from a dead sleep.

~-~-~

The pink bunny mare took a dominating role; she was a lot lighter than she looked barley the weight of a preteen filly. Their eyes met for but a moment as the mare leaned up and started to nibble on his ear.

~-~-~

Selfie bit down hard on her brother’s ear. Tearing and thrashing and pulling on the poor appendage.  Since she was little this was the only way she had ever known to get him up. Normally he spend days at a time staying up to work on the script for a book, sometimes leaving her to make breakfast for herself. She understood she was a big girl now. She had the pudding cups to prove it.

~-~-~

Gary enjoy it more than he could say, driven slowly mad by ecstasy.

~-~-~

After a whole minute of biting and pulling, Selfie gave the poor ear a rest. “I don’t know what went wrong, that usually gets him up." She didn’t want to push herself any more than she had too. She was fully made over and didn’t want to ruin it before Gary saw.

Mary nodded as she stepped forth from the group, “let me show you how I used to get him up.”

~-~-~

Gary found himself floating, a stupid smile on his face as the bunny mare peppered him with kisses.

~-~-~

Mary’s horn gleamed as she raised her brother to the ceiling, and then released the mana holding the spell.

~-~-~

The bunny mare gave thousands of kisses done his barrel, mere inches away from her goal.

~-~-~

Crunch-Thump

Gary opened his eyes; it wasn’t a pleasant experience as he found himself upside down propped against the wall. “Mary I know it… was…you...” Then he saw them.

Two mares, six fillies, beauty alone couldn’t describe the way they looked.  Derpy was fluffed and feather all in the right places that complemented her coat. With her cute daughter Dinky sitting on her back who had curls in her mane.  Sweetie Bell and Applebloom looked like they had just been polished and shined to a hue that complimented their young figures well.

Twist’s mane and tail where straightened, she was where the slightest bit of makeup that was stunning even for a tempered stallion.  Twist however couldn’t make eye contact; it nearly brought her to tears just looking at him. Scootaloo refused to wear any makeup but her tail and mane where curled just slightly. Mary was a knock out; even Gary had to admit she looked beautiful.

Gary thought all this in point seven seconds of his eyes opening. The next fifteen seconds was spent trying to read their faces.  Every single one of them either looked shocked or confused. Gary could only guess until Twist turned and bolted up the stairs. “What’s wrong?”

Still no one spoke, until the curiosity of the youngest of the entire group finally peeked, “Mom, why does Uncle Gary have a fifth leg?”

Very few in the room actually have seen one before, Apple Bloom had seen one many occasions. Growing up on a farm and having an older brother who freely lounges around the house.

“That thing is bigger than me!” said Scootaloo, whom had seen one once before in an adult magazine that she had seen at Rainbow Dash’s cloud house.  That comment was enough for the stallion to finally look at this nether region. His dream had a more adverse effect than he thought.

“Pervert!” was the last thing he heard before the couch flew at his face.

- - -

Gary didn’t get knocked out, oh how he wished he could get knocked out, although the huge bump on his forehead was real enough and would need fire to attend the wound.  Alas, that was a far off dream for him.  He waited, for around three hours as the couch kept him pinned against the wall. Using only sound, he waited until the room was finally clear. The last to leave was a very angry sister.  The giggles and snickers upstairs didn’t die down for well over an hour.

When the coast was final clear he pried himself off the wall, using his godlike reflexes to catch the couch on its edge so it did not make a sound. The last thing he wanted to face more of his sister’s wrath. At least not before breakfast.  He put the couch back against the wall with relative ease, the carpet was a good cushion against muffling the sound.

After all was said and done he went to his saddle bag. In its deepest recesses was a small glass vial. Special medicine if he had taken earlier would have prevented him getting beamed by a couch. So far the only male in history to voluntarily take the suppressant.  One pill was enough to kill all sexual urges for half a day for a normal stallion.  Having grown a huge tolerance of the pills over five years with conjunction to him being naturally unaffected by most poisons.  Gary took thirty pills; even then it was only enough for around seven hours.

Undying devotion is truly a scary thing.

Finally he was back on the couch, a blanket triple wrapped around his mid-rift.  His eye shut and his breathing calm. The events of the day started to slowly leave behind him. Until a set off hoof step delicately made their way down the stairs. They were definitely fillies; mares’ steps would have more weight.

Feigning the role of a sleeping stallion, since he really didn’t want to face any of the girls right now he stayed motionless. Most likely going to use the bathroom.  That thought was immediately thrown out the window as the filly sat next to him on the couch. Thanks to the intense amount of perfume, her natural smell was eclipsed in wildflowers.

Crack.

The filly opened a plastic box that held the contents of her wish. She wanted to return the favor that had worn on her mind since they met.  Still Gary persisted in identifying the mysterious filly with only smell and sound, and was failing.

Damp, and pain. The filly cleaned the cut on the stallion’s forehead where the couch landed. The cut would have healed naturally by morning but the filly didn’t know that. So it’s not Selfie. Although the idea of being medically cared for by her was slightly amusing. She still thinks Tibbers comes alive at night to protect her from the monsters under the bed.

It was professionally done, as the filly applied a bandage to his forehead. She is was skilled with her hoofs, so she is an earth pony… I think. It had now become a game trying to guess who was treating him. One that turned why to serious way too fast. She climb on top of his chest her plot firmly planted in place.

It was a warm feeling he had not felt in five years. The loving touch of another, brazen though it may have been.. There he laid accepting it, his mind and body told him to stop this charade and he was about to. Until it hit him or more technically, he tasted it.

Salt.

The filly was crying, she wrapped her tiny forelegs around his neck and refused to let go. Her heart was pounding rapidly against his chest. The tears started to flow faster and faster down his cheek.

Even his heart started to beat faster, why she was crying was beyond him. “I’m thorry.” she said with a whimper.

TWIST!?

Since she heard his story, it had literally begun to eat away on the insides of the infatuated filly. She wanted nothing more than to put a smile on the stallion’s face. She didn’t know how. She was driven by just her gut feeling. It had only been five days since he rescued her, all she wanted now more than anything else in the world is to heal his broken heart. In her mind he was a kindred spirit, both looking to find that special somepony.  To her this was more than a simple schoolyard crush.  Right now, this moment she wanted to let him know that.

“Gary pleathe wake up. There is thomthing I really want to tell you.” She really didn’t have anything to say. Right then she was going on her feelings alone.  She wanted to give him a happy ending that she could make.  Her breath was hot and she stuttered, where she gained the courage to confess was a mystery.  

He finally gave in, and “woke up”. Not wanting to insult the poor filly, and so she didn’t realize he was awake the whole time. He went through his morning jeering, grungy yawn, deep breath, even giving him a moment for his eyes to adjust. “Oh, good morning Twist, what’s wrong why are you crying?”

Twist got her wish, her big chance. “Please don’t be thad anymore. I know how it feelth to be lonly. I really want you to know that I-“ she stopped as her eyes cross and she fell over on Gary’s side. She was knocked out cold.

“Huh?” She just fell over. Gary never senses her coming, until it was already too late.  Even Gary’s mouth dropped, he didn’t understand what was going on, and what he was seeing stumped him even more.  “Derpy?”

It was Derpy, where she had gotten the outfit he would never know, how she knew of his private fetish was beyond him. He had never given any hint to anypony, but there she was decked out in cat ears her tail curled and straightened to look like a kittens. Even the paws had sharp claws as she leapt onto her prize. “What do we have here?” she purred. “A little lost wolf that needs to be tamed.”

He would never say it, but it was pretty hot. Alas, from being bombarded with tears from a crying filly to have his sister best friend on top of him. This was a lot to take in, even for him. “Derpy, I am really flattered, but could you get off me?”

She leaned forward as she sunk her claws into his chest, ”I'll get off, when you get off.” The air filled with an overpowering scent of Derpy’s feminine musk.  It smelled like muffins. “So Gary, want to butter my buns?” As she sat her wanting plot down on his nether region.

Gary squeaked.

Derpy however was not happy, as she traced his barrel with her hoof. Her plans of turning the stallion on had not awakened the mammoth that she eagerly wanted to see. “I see you are still taking that dreadful medicine. I guess I should have taken my chance earlier. No matter I just need to remove the poison.”

She press hard on his gut, the genitalia tranquilizer just vanished. It disappeared instantly from his system. It wasn’t slowly removed, it was just gone. Gary’s eyes narrowed. No pony knew he took pills, Selfie always thought they were breath mints and Mary didn’t know. It took only a mere second to realize what was going one and how to rectify it.

He punched Derpy square in the face. She flew three feet to the left and skittered on the carpet. Derpy cheek started to swell from the hit. “Come on out Plottie, your cover has been blown.”

A white mist started to puff out from Derpy’s unconscious body. Her white coat shone with an illuminating hue. Her golden starlight mane drifted in a breeze that wasn’t there. Her silver eyes pierced the dark room. “Almost had you,” she said as her body started to reform to its filly alicorn state.

“You made it kind of obvious, there is only one thing I know of that can read other’s thoughts.  You were kind of forthcoming about my private information.” Gary sat up on the couch, his mind focused on his sister’s imaginary friend.

“Oh come now, it’s been what? Four years. You could have played dumb and had that pretty mail mare for the evening and she wouldn’t remember a thing.” It narrowly missed the illusion’s head, a ball of black flames, Gary’s personal flame that he invented himself.

“Cut the crap, what are you doing outside of Mary?” His tone deathly serious.

Plottie floated aimlessly in the air, “Why I am here to get you laid.”

[...]

Gary just blinked, “Say what now?”

Plottie took a position directly opposite Gary, “I mean it, that’s all I want to do. Get your rocks off, blow your horn, ride electric wave, get the glob out of your knob—“

“Ok, I get it.” Gary waved a dismissing hoof. “Please tell me WHY you’re so interested in my sex life. I don’t recall you ever taking that personal of an interest in me.”

Plottie snickered, “Why am I interested? Don’t get so full of yourself. I could care less if you get any or not. I was only awakened because of the stress you’re putting on Mary. Still hung up on your dead ex-girlfriend. You haven’t even worried once about Mary since you came to Ponyville. Do you even know who she likes?”

Gary truly didn’t know, all he knew is that she loved some guy and nothing more. “Mary would tell me when she is good and ready too.  I am sure whoever she like is a good stallion.”

Plottie just rolled her eyes, “Dah, but he is more socially inept than you are.  Seriously is that a trend that I missed out on or something? I’m not even going to get into what her friends put her through.”

Gary raised a brow, “What did Derpy do to her? She seems like a nice pony.”

“I’m not talking about her, she didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to worry.” Plottie waved a hoof in the air and the memory of her master started to play, Plottie knew the right button to press to spark Gary, tears, his personal weekness. There was Mary crying into her pillow, most of the image was faded but she was holding something. “Seems your sister made a few friends that abandoned her when she needed them most. Each had their own personal reason for betraying her but it was the same.”

“Why didn’t she tell me this? I would have dealt with all of them.”

“You really are dense sometimes, she made a friend moron. Mary isn’t vindictive like you are. Your nearly killed five ponies the other day just because they gave a little filly a cut that would have healed in a week. Mary knows what you get like when you’re mad, they may have hurt her but what you would have done to them would have been genocide.” Plottie pointed out.

Gary bit his tongue; he knew very well the fate of anyone who made his family cry. “So Mary’s keeping secrets, I guess I haven’t been that well of an attentive brother to her. That still doesn’t explain why you tried to get Derpy to seduce me. I highly doubt Mary wanted that.”

Plottie raised a brow, “I live to see Mary happy, that is the only reason I exist. She worries that you will never fall in love again. You haven’t even beat-off in five years, until that sexual tension is released you won’t even consider another mare. I could care less if you humped a rabbit for your release. Speaking of rabbits, did you ever tell Mary how you lost your virginity and got your cutie mark?”

“Bite your tongue, I have flame that and burn away existence. Don’t think just because your apart of my sister I won’t end you.”

“Don’t blame me I’m not the one who seduced a bunny. You're one twisted stallion, well the rabbit didn't mind so its all good i guess. That however is not the point of me being here. Mary only wants to see you happy again, and if that means you have to get a mare to do so, I am going to use the full extent of Mary’s talents to do so.”

Gary rolled his eyes, “Oh so what are you going to do?”

A sheepish grin grew on Plottie’s face, “I already have done it, when I was on top of you. It wasn’t much, but those pills would put a nasty cramp in my plan. So I tweaked around with your body a tiny bit. First off, you are now immune to all toxins that would prevent stimulations.  Secondly I amplified your cutie mark, somehow some mares were not being affected by it. Don’t worry I’ll give Derpy immunity to it. I don’t want Mary’s only friend falling for you.”

“That bull crap, even with me and Mary’s powers we can’t do nothing about cutie marks.”

“Magic can’t create a cutie mark; magic can however turn up and down the potency of it. Since you can’t leave Ponyville for the next few months. I am going to turn this whole town into your own personal hell.” Plottie finished with a sadistic grin.

Gary chuckled, “Please i'll just leave town then, even Mary can’t stop me from leaving.”

Plottie had already thought of a rebuttable, “No, no indeed she can’t. You however, can stop you from leaving. Never in your entire life have you ever broken a promise to Mary or Selfie. Your dear sisters, and what was it that you promised Selfie? That you would stay in town and be here just in case she ever needed you. If you break your promise she will cry, and I know that would eat away at you more than anything. You making your little sister cry.”

Gary was trapped, for the first time in his life. He really needed somepony to rescue him. Next Chapter: The Longest Day Ever Estimated time remaining: 3 Hours, 55 Minutes