>Let's go see if we can find what book Applejack was reading when we happened upon her earlier.
>For completely innocent curiosity, of course.
 
You strolled back to your study to see if you couldn't see what exactly was turning Applejack's gears earlier. At first glance, you couldn't see anything out of place before you take a look at the bag of books Twilight had given you. You pull the books out of the bag and take a look at them. Ever efficient, Twilight had ordered them from beginning to end... except one book was out of order and moved to the end. Picking up the out of order book, you notice that it was set early enough in the volume that you wouldn't be completely lost.
 
It seems like Bellatrix and a group of her friends had gone into slavery, albeit with a caveat. For some plot related reason, they needed to pass through the lands of the Demon King to friendlier territory on the other side. The only way to get through without their mission being discovered was by posing as slaves and giving themselves to a 'friendly' Demon Nobleman. Friendly as in he was no friend of the Demon King and had been offered a significant chunk of land after everything was said and done. He hadn't demanded any extra territory for this but he would be using magical Slave Collars and using Bellatrix and company as if they were his own during the mission with only his and the Queen's word that he would release them on the other side.
 
This volume seemed to detail the first leg of the journey and you see a page has been dog eared, something Twilight would've never done.
 
Do you wish to read it further or find something else to do?
 
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Read it, we must learn Apple Jack's fetish.
>Satanic reroll, leave it open on the chair when we're done, lock the door before we begin.
 
A perverse thrill filled you, as you walked over to the study door and lock it before sitting back down in your chair to open the book to the page that Applejack had been reading.
 
---
 
The Nobleman, she'd been quickly learning to never refer to him by his name unless she absolutely had to, stood imposingly over her. He was one of the few men she'd know to stand taller than her and the effect was only enhanced by her current position. Her strong arms had been bound tightly behind her back and she was on her knees with her face planted onto a pillow. All in all, it was a step up from her position not an hour ago when her face was pressed against the wooden floor and was forced to endure every bump and jostle of the wagon they were riding in. He'd yet to get her to address him as Master but she'd been forced to respectfully ask for the pillow. The fact that he'd forced her to suck his cock before laying her head back down wasn't nearly as humiliating as the fact that her friends were watching her from behind and could bear witness to the arousal it caused in her. She knew that they could because he'd had them describe her reaction to his rough treatment.
 
She didn't know why she had allowed her pride to force her to be in the unenviable position of being the last of the slaves to refer to the Nobleman as Master. Well, the last to call him Master and sound like she meant it anyway. Previously, she had called him it, but to even her own ears it felt empty.
 
“Begin again.” The Nobleman's voice sounded through the wagon again as Bellatrix felt a presence behind her. Once she'd been made marginally more comfortable, he'd started having her friends begin to eat her out and most of them knew how to press her buttons. She couldn't help but moan as she felt the familiar tongue begin to lap at her moist folds as a soft pair of hands gripped her hips. A skilled tongue dipped deeply into her soaking wet pussy before withdrawing only to trace it's way around her clit. She'd been on the edge for so long as she pressed herself back against her aggressor in a desperate need to find release before he... “Stop.”
 
'No! Not again...' Bellatrix thought as she felt the pleasure giving tongue being withdrawn from her as she fell short from her climax. She couldn’t help it anymore as a whine escaped from her throat and this drew the Nobleman from his seat. She could hear his boots against the wood as he approached her before stooping down to lift her gaze to his own.
 
“Are you going to be a good girl?” The Nobleman asked firmly, staring into her weakening visage. But the word 'Master' wasn't coming from her lips, even though she knew that avoiding detection as they passed through the heart of the country needed her to be an ideal slave and he was essentially doing this for her own sake. “No... you're still a bad girl. But do you know what I realize?”
 
He let her head drop back down to her pillow before taking in her questioning gaze. She could hear him step around her to kneel at her side and she moaned as she felt his hand begin to massage her firm ass for a moment. As she felt the hand withdraw, she found herself pressing her ass out in an effort to have it back.  The sound of rushing air signaled her reward as his hand struck her shapely ass with a resounding smack. The noise that escaped her lips wasn't entirely of pain and she could hear him chuckle at it.
 
“You not only need to be broken... you WANT to be broken. To be forced to bow down like a good little slut.” She tried to shake her head against this, but she found herself unable to do so. Her silence was rewarded with another strike to her buttocks and then another. The sound of his strikes sounded through the wagon as his hand fell steadily upon her waiting ass as she screamed and moaned with confused emotions. Her rear felt like it was glowing with red with heat when his hand finally stopped to rest on her stinging flesh before sliding down to collect the fluids that were dribbling down her thighs. She could only moan weakly as he sampled her before she could feel him move between her legs and the head of his hard shaft prodding the entrance to her womanhood. “Are you finally ready?”
 
Bellatrix weakly turned her head to gaze back at him before gently nodding her head. The loud, slutty moan could clearly be heard even outside the wagon as he pressed forward into her more than ready pussy. Gripping her stinging hips, he wasted no time as he began to savagely lay his claim to her body and she could only moan and scream for more. He abandoned his grip on her hips, but only so he could lean over her and begin to roughly grope he breasts instead. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and it breezed past her flesh in steady, controlled bursts. It was nothing like the fast gasps from air the managed between the long and slutty moans escaping her mouth. Even his thrusts, while powerful, came in an even rhythm and she found herself trying to press herself back against him but every time she attempted to do so he seized her hips to force her to be still. She was certain that if he wasn't a demon he wouldn't have been able to restrain her so easily but he did. All of it to inform her that he was the one in charge and she was going to take it however he wanted her to take it. But despite it, she'd been on edge for long enough to simply not care as she felt herself approaching it once more.
 
“Who am I?” He demanded suddenly, righting himself and pulling himself until only the tip of his member was nestled between her nether lips. She could only plead for him to finish her, but her reward was only more strikes to the side of her ass. He alternated slapping one side of her ass to the other so he could keep a firm grip on the other side to prevent her from pushing back onto his cock. She could only whimper into her pillow as the pain from her ass mixed with the pleasure she'd just been experiencing and despite her attempt to push herself over the edge, she found her release disappearing from view.
 
Once he was satisfied that she wasn't going to find release soon, he resumed his steady, even thrusts into her quivering and sensitive womanhood. Bellatrix was long past the point of getting coherent words out and could only moan longingly as he began pounding her at his pace. Her hands roughly pinched her nipples as they took their liberties with her flesh and it felt like any stimulation was setting her nerves ablaze. Her cries of pleasure and desperation sounded like they could be clearly heard outside the wagon and for a while he had released her hips and allowed her to wildly grind herself against him. Suddenly, she felt his iron grip on them once more before she felt his hot breath pass by her ear.
 
“Who...am I?” He roughly whispered into her ear. “And what do you want from me?”
 
“Master!” Bellatrix finally cried out, writhing beneath him. “Please let me cum! Like the slut that I am!”
 
She could practically hear the grin on his face as he didn't relinquish his grip on her ass and for a moment she feared that he would force her to go through this all over again. But to her relief, he just wanted a firm grip for what followed next. She found herself mistaken about calling his previous thrusts forceful. He pounded into her hard and fast while she could only scream in delight. If it weren't for the pillow, she was certain that her face would have splinters and as it was her tits were going to be more than sore by the time he was finished. Any sense of restrain in her was banished as she moaned and screamed like a common whore, all traces of her pride gone. She didn't care that her comrades were watching her truly submit for the first time, she only cared for the cock that was ravaging her juicy pussy. Her entire body was tense as she felt herself approaching her peak once more and it was mind rending when she was finally allowed to reach it. Her pussy clamped down hard around the conquerors pole as he finalized his claim over her as she let out a long, passionate scream as she felt him shoot his seed into her belly. Stars seemed to dance before her eyes as she collapsed, riding out the throes of her passion.
 
“Mirror.” The simple order sounded different and she felt the distinct sensation of Celia's magic fill the area in front of her. The Nobleman looped around her torso and pulled her into the upright position but she found herself leaning against him as he turned her gaze toward the conjured reflection. “Look... a good girl... at long last.”
 
She couldn't help but stare at her reflection, so unlike how she was accustomed to seeing herself. Her chest rose and fell with exaggerated breaths while it seemed like her entire body was flushed but she was certain her ass was even redder. Her juices caused the insides of her thighs to glisten and she could see where his seed was started to ooze out around his cock. She seemed so weak and helpless in his arms and his figure seemed to loom over her both possessively and protectively. She gave a weak moan as he withdrew from her and she felt the bonds on her arms fall loose. She took a moment to unconsciously rub her wrists as she noticed him wordlessly dispel the mirror and slouch down on the lavish seat set aside for him. Even though he'd just filled her with his cum, his member still stood at attention and pointed skyward.
 
“Good girls get to sit on my lap until our next stop...” The Demon Nobleman grinned at her, his intentions obvious and she found herself eagerly crawling toward him.
 
“Thank you, Master...”
 
---
 
You found yourself feeling more than a little aroused yourself as you finally tore yourself away form the page. The front of you pants were visibly tenting and you resign yourself to taking care of it before your guests arrive.
 
After finishing, you carefully leave the book open on the chair for someone to find and you check the time. It was almost time for your guests to arrive.
 
Do you wish to keep an eye on the door to see how Applejack reacts to her friends arriving or wait for her to escort them to you in the Parlor?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Wait in the parlour.
 
It wouldn't do to be hanging over Applejack's shoulder while she's greeting guests, especially when they are her friends. You'll simply have to quiz them on her performance while waiting with them in the parlor. But before that, you stop back in your room to freshen up and put on a nicer set of clothes. Fluttershy may appreciate you smelling like the animal shelter, but that likely wouldn't hold true for everyone.
 
You briefly stop in to the kitchen to inform Applejack that you'll be receiving your guests in the parlor and to take a deep whiff of the delicious scents emanating from the stove. Heading into the parlor itself, you find yourself settling down in one of the comfortable chairs. The parlor was more than ready to serve it's function of entertaining guests with plenty of comfortable chairs and couches scattered around. A nice mix of books lined one of the walls while a large television with accompanying entertainment center took up the other. You'd briefly thought of putting a television in your study, but you knew you'd never get any work done if you did. Not that the erotic literature wasn't being as distracting, but putting that thought aside you tune the set to a music channel.
 
You didn't have to wait long as the doorbell chimed and you hear Applejack make her way to the doorway. The energetic voice that greeted her was clearly audible even from the parlor and you hear footfalls as they approach the parlor and you take one last stock of yourself.
 
“Hi!” Pinkie greeted as she kind of bounced into the room. You couldn't help but follow her form with your eyes before finally shaking your head to clear it.
 
“Hello, Pinkie Pie!” You politely stand as you greet her. “I'm glad you could make it. Please, feel free to make yourself comfortable...”
 
You turn your head to take stock of Applejack and note that she was at ease around her friend and a little glad for it. Per your agreement, she had exchanged her hat for her headdress when she answered the door  and she does look nice in it, albeit a little more vulnerable. Your eyes meet for a moment and you nod your head at Pinkie Pie briefly.
 
“Is there anything ah can get yah to drink while yer waiting on dinner?” Applejack asked immediately afterward.
 
“Oooh, can I get some cider, please?” Pinkie perked up and you give Applejack your own request for drinks before sending her off. Pinkie turned to you after she left and promptly began rattling off questions while swiftly punching text in her phone without even looking at it. “Why didn't you tell me it was going to be a surprise party? I nearly gave it away! Are we holding it in here? Should I put up decorations? This is a nice house! When should we surprise her?”
 
“Uh...” You take in the wall of words as best you could, sorting out her questions. “Sorry, it slipped my mind but sure we could hold it here. Decorations have to wait until everyone's here so she can't stumble on them by accident... thank you, I rather like it myself and...”
 
Huh, when should you surprise her with the party? You did want to get some useful information on how she dealt with guests, but some of her friends may want her to eat with them. Maybe have her dine with them after the main course is served? It would undercut part of her training though and you could talk them into waiting until dessert to spring the surprise in the parlor.
 
What should you do?
4, 7 or 0 decides
 
>Wait for dessert, eat dinner with your guests and have AJ eat hers after. While she's eatting bring her friends to the parlor and set up for the party while she's busy eating.
 
“We'll be throwing the party after dinner...” You see that Pinkie has gotten a confused look on her face. “This is also kind of a test for her. I want to see how she handles a large number of guests... no, we'll be throwing the party regardless of how she does. I'm actually certain she'll do well, but I have to know for sure before I start having business associates over. We'll set up for the party after we're finished eating and I release her to have her own dinner. We'll surprise her when I have her bring the cake into the parlor.”
 
“Well, okay...” Pinkie still seemed a little uncertain as she texted the relevant information to her friends. “She won't have to work after the party, right?”
 
“No, once the party is on she'll have the rest of the night off...” You reassure the the chubby party girl perked up. The two of you were interrupted by Applejack returning with your drinks which she hands out. “Thank you, Applejack...”
 
Applejack smiled lightly at the praise before the doorbell sounded again, announcing the arrival of more guests and she quietly excused herself to welcome them.
 
You and Pinkie were left along again and you briefly wonder if you should continue chattering with her until Applejack brings in the new guests. Should you introduce a topic? You have a feeling she will gladly chat your ear off if you allow her to dictate the conversation.
 
Introduce a topic?
3, 5 or 9 decides
 
>Ask her how she became friends with Applejack.
 
“Oh, I'm friends with everyone!” Pinkie cheerfully exclaimed, before pausing. “But if you want to know how we became the bestest of friends, it's when we turned Queen Meanie back into Princess Luna!”
 
“Queen Meanie?” You reply blankly. The Nightmare Moon incident was shrouded in mystery for anyone not physically present, but most could take a wild stab at the circumstances surrounding the return of Princess Luna.
 
“Oh yeah! She showed up at town hall and her hair was all 'FWOOSH!'” Pinkie raised her hands to her head and you swear her hair briefly moved with the motions she was making. “Then we went into the forest and faced certain death but then we made everything better with a rainbow!”
 
Alright, she had to be messing with you... right?
 
Before you could continue with that line of thought, the door opened to permit two new guests to arrive. You turn to greet them and see Fluttershy and a rainbow haired girl you hadn't had the chance to meet yet. Fluttershy was dressed in a nice sweater and skirt while the rainbow haired girl had simply thrown on a jersey and shorts before coming. You knew Pinkie Pie had no need for formalities but you weren't sure about the other guests.
 
“Hello, Miss Fluttershy...” You greet her with a smile before turning to her friend. “And I don't believe I've had the pleasure, Miss...?”
 
“The names Rainbow Dash!” The rainbow haired one introduced herself proudly and extended a hand to you which you shake. You lead your little group to the couches where you allowed them to find places to sit after Applejack takes their orders for drinks. You catch Rainbow Dash giving Applejack a shit eating grin as she takes another glance at her maid uniform and you have a feeling that there would be teasing about it in the future. Once Applejack was gone, you made sure your new guests were up to speed about the plan before more casual conversation came up.
 
Who do you wish to talk to and about what?
1, 4 or 9 decides
 
>Get to know this new guest Ms. Dash better.
 
“I'm not sure if I've introduced myself, Miss Dash...” You turn to Rainbow Dash, leaving Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie to talk amongst themselves. “My name is Anonymous. Would you care to tell me a little about yourself?”
 
“Don't bother with that 'Miss' stuff, Anon.” It seemed like Dash didn't like this kind of formality but was more than willing to talk about herself. “You're looking at Ponyville's Top Flier! And pretty soon, I'm going to be signed up to join the Wonderbolts!”
 
“The Wonderbolts? Equestria's top flying team?” You can't help but have an expression of skepticism. Briefly you wonder if she has the discipline required to join what was actually a military unit, despite it's disposition toward air shows.
 
“Hell yeah... check these babies out!” Rainbow Dash flexed her arm and encouraged you to get a feel for them. Roughly gripping her bicep, you had to admit that they seemed strong and her wings seemed even stronger yet.
 
“Very nice...” You admit, but raw physical ability was only part of the equation.
 
“It's just a matter of time...” Dash seemed certain about her future and eagerly scooped up her glass of cider when Applejack returned with the drinks. The door chimed again shortly afterward and your dutiful maid soon returned with another guest.
 
“Hello, Mr. Anonymous...” Twilight Sparkle greeted you as Applejack lead her into the room. She was dressed in a nice, but casual skirt and blouse combination.
 
“Good evening, Ms. Sparkle.” You rise to greet her and find her a place to sit while Applejack left to get her a drink as well. “I trust you're well?”
 
“Yes, thank you...” Twilight smiled a little before something occurred to her. “Rarity said she'd be here soon... something about being fashionably late.”
 
It would take a little longer for the final guest to arrive... who do you wish to talk to in the meantime?
2, 6 or 0 decides
 
>Let's talk some more to Fluttershy.
 
Twilight quickly found herself drawn into a conversation with Pinkie Pie, Celestia have mercy upon her soul. Turning to Fluttershy, you try to start a conversation with her.
 
“Hello Fluttershy...” You gain her attention.
 
“Um... hello...” Fluttershy shyly responded. For a moment, she was silent before finally speaking again. “T-thank you for your...donation. But... the place you put it...”
 
“Where I put it?” You give her a teasing, but friendly smile.
 
“It's... it's just...” Fluttershy stuttered a little with a blushing face. “N-nevermind...”
 
“So you don't mind if I give you more...?” You grin as she flushes even harder and gives out a small squeak. Not wishing to push her any further in front of her friends, you distract her with some meaningless chitchat as drinks came and went before the doorbell sounded again. All too soon, the door opened again to permit the final guest to arrive.
 
“Miss Rarity, I presume?” You rise to greet her and she offers her hand for you to kiss and you do so. Looking at her, you take in the slinky black dress that scream sensuality and the accompanying jewelry shouted high class.
 
“You presume correctly, Mr. Anonymous...” Rarity smiled at you and glanced around the room. Briefly she gave an exasperated look at Rainbow Dash and while she clearly disapproved of her choice of clothing, she remained silent on it for now. “A glass of red wine, would you Applejack?”
 
“Yes... Miss Rarity...” You could cut the tension between the two with a knife and Rarity was clearly enjoying her position over Applejack. Rarity demurely took a seat on one of chairs as Applejack made one last statement before she left. “Dinner will be ready soon...”
 
It looks like it wouldn't be long before the dinner bell would sound and the small crowd was chattering amongst themselves. You could chat with your new guest in the meantime or someone else.
 
1, 3 or 7 decides
 
>Ask our newest guest about her business.
 
“So, Miss Rarity... I understand that you own a business?” You begin probing Rarity.
 
“Why, yes... I own the Carousel Boutique...” Rarity responded with a smile, accepting her wine from Applejack before your maid scurries from view again. “I provide custom dresses and suits to all of Equestria.”
 
“I hope that it's going well...”
 
“Oh, business ebbs and flows... I do exceptionally well when there are big events going on.” Rarity admitted, before looking at you. “I admit, I am surprised by your capability...”
 
“Are you?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
 
“Indeed... Applejack is usually so... uncouth.” Rarity covered her mouth to hide a small chuckle. “I nearly jumped out of my skin when she offered to take my coat. If you run the bank like you run your house, I think all of Ponyville can rest easy...”
 
“I'm glad you think so...” You begin, before the sounding of the dinner bell summoned your group to the dining room. “Ah, it's ready... ladies, if you would follow me?”
 
Leading your guests to the dining room, you find the Applejack has already set out the salad as well as various salad dressings while she was already standing by to assists your guests. Most of your guests seated themselves, but Rarity insisted that Applejack seat her and you can't help but notice the grin on her face. You took your own seat at the head of the table and took note of the seats everyone took. On your right sat Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and then Fluttershy, while on your left was Rarity and Twilight. Applejack, as was becoming the norm stood to your right and slightly behind you.
 
Drink's had been set out and matched what everyone had been drinking in the parlor and everyone eagerly dug into their salads.
 
“Applejack... would you be a dear and pour some dressing on my salad?” Rarity asked sweetly and Applejack did as she was told. Although with an almost concealed annoyed look on her face... it appeared these two had a history. Rarity was being very picky about how Applejack was preparing her salad, but you knew of business partners who were just as picky so you said nothing.
 
Do you wish to make conversation over your appetizer or just dig in?
4, 8 or 0 decides
 
>Just enjoy your meal and listen to the other conversations for now, but if Rarity starts getting too bad try distracting her with some idle conversation.
 
Deciding not to engage your guests in conversation, you instead opt to listen and eat. Pinkie was eagerly recounting something to Rainbow Dash and Twilight, but her words came fast and it was hard to follow along unless you were specifically following her conversation. As evident as both Twilight and Dash, just nodding and making affirmative noises at key parts of Pinkie's story. Rarity, at some point, had become satisfied with her salad and dismissed Applejack who had busied herself with refreshing drinks. Fluttershy was silently enjoying her salad while listening to her friends.
 
Eventually, Applejack began clearing the salad plates and bringing out the main course. Looking down at your plate, you find yourself salivating at the sight. A well seasoned pork chop was accompanied by mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. Looking up, you notice Fluttershy flagging down Applejack and whispering into her ear. Your maid nodded and as she brought out more plates of food, you notice the plate intended for Fluttershy has it's pork chop replaced by another salad.
 
“So... Mr. Anonymous...” Rarity turned her attention to you after once again bothering Applejack. “What do you do for pleasure?”
 
How do you respond?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Well, I know what we're NOT telling her.
>Let's say our hobbies include reading and studying financial to stay abreast (har!) of the latest trends in banking. If commented upon, admit we don't have a lot in the way of a pleasure life.
 
“Well... I am an avid reader and I study financial publications to stay abreast of the latest trends in banking...” You reply between bites and you notice Rarity raise an elegantly shaped eyebrow.
 
“Oh surely that can't be all, Darling...” Rarity continued digging.
 
“I've spent a lot of time being shuffled around from bank to bank before finally acquiring this one.” You explain. “I don't have a lot in the way of a pleasure life...”
 
“Oh, I'm certain that you'll find some pleasure to be found in Ponyville...” Rarity paused to place her hand on yours, her soft flesh touching yours. “If you can take the time to look for it...”
 
Rarity gave a flirty smile to you, before something behind you caught her eye. Turning your head, you see Applejack looking at Rarity with an look. It wasn't necessarily an angry or upset look, but it was a look. Turning back to Rarity, you catch her mouthing the word 'Later' at your maid before smiling at you. She removed her hand from yours, but didn't allow her pleasant demeanor to dissipate.
 
Dinner seemed to be proceeding smoothly and you still had time to make further conversation with your guests. What do?
2, 7 or 0 decides
 
>Raise an eyebrow at Rarity, but say nothing about the "later". Let's ask the girls how they met.
 
You raise an eyebrow at Rarity and she gave you a disarming smile. You don't press her about it and instead choose to bring up a new topic.
 
“So, how did you meet your friends here?”
 
“Well... I met Applejack first, although we wouldn't become properly acquainted at the time. Of my friends here, the first one I met was Pinkie Pie. I was coming back to Ponyville after attending school...” Rarity explained, pausing as something occurred to her. “I was born here, you see, but at the time Ponyville didn't have a college or technical school so I had to leave so I could study business. Fashion came naturally to me, but running a business took more than that. So I, like so many of my compatriots, chose to leave to study... most didn't come back. For me, it was obvious I had to return... Ponyville had fewer regulations of businesses, the cost of owning property is lower and I could get away with experimenting more here. But I'm going off topic.”
 
You shrug and smile, having been just listening to her and nodding at the appropriate moments.
 
“When I returned, I found a new girl had moved into Ponyville and had taken over the welcoming committee. Pinkie went straight into her little welcoming antics and I wasn't quite sure what to make of her. Eventually, I opened up the Boutique but business was slower than expected... I thought I might have made a mistake before Pinkie caught wind of it. For a day, she pretty much took over the Boutique and threw a dress fitting party... it probably saved my business...” Rarity turned her head and met Pinkie's gaze. “I don't think I've ever properly thanked you for that... thank you.”
 
“No problemo, Rarity!” Pinkie replied, before returning to her own conversation.
 
“I became very well acquainted with Applejack next. And... I believe the phrase is 'butted heads' for the first time, too.” Rarity smiled a little at the memory. “She wasn't a fan of high fashion and didn't like it when I tried to spruce up her jeans. She needed me to make a very custom adjustment to them... one I wasn't sure of, but eventually we worked through it.”
 
“A custom adjustment?”
 
“A custom adjustment. I eventually found out why she needed it but I can't discuss it any further than that.” Rarity's look told you that the matter was closed. “Anyway, I met Fluttershy when Opal became sick... for a while, she was the closest thing we had to a veterinarian. In-town, anyway. Afterward, I invited her to the Spa in thanks and we've been going there together since... of course, that first time I came back to find that Rainbow Dash had managed to trash the Boutique.”
 
Glancing over, you see that Dash had realized where the conversation was going and was trying to pretend that she wasn't in the room.
 
“She'd been trying this silly aerial maneuver and managed to crash land into my work room. She was alright, but there was a severe amount of damage to my work.” Rarity gained an evil looking grin. “She couldn't pay for all of the damages, so I gained a living mannequin for a few months. I dressed her up in the prettiest dresses you could imagine... if only she could stop fidgeting.”
 
Glancing over at Rainbow Dash, you try to imagine it but somehow couldn't. You could clearly see her blushing as red as a tomato as the viciously stabbed at the remains of her pork chop.
 
“The last one I met was Twilight. She'd come into town to organize the Summer Sun Celebration, but she hadn't been in town for half a day before Rainbow Dash had ruined her hair. I fixed it and tried to set Twilight up with a new outfit... of course, later that Nightmare Moon incident happened.” Rarity glanced around the table with a slight smile. “There are some things people can go through and can't help but like each other when it's all done. The six of us have stuck with each other ever since that night...”
 
It appeared that dinner was starting to wind down as the plates emptied and there were no particular calls for seconds. Perhaps it was time to dismiss Applejack to her own meal while you began preparations for the surprise party? Or you could continue chatting around the dinner table...
 
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Let's make sure we have plenty of time to get the party set up. Thank Applejack for an excellent dinner, and dismiss her to eat. Then commence with preparations.
 
“Did you all enjoy dinner?” You ask the group and you gain a collected sound of pleased responses in return with more than a few compliments for Applejack. Waving Applejack closer, you whisper into her ear. “Thank you for the wonderful dinner. I'll take the guests back into the parlor and entertain them for a bit. Clear the table and go ahead and have your own dinner. I'll call for you when you are needed again.”
 
Applejack nodded and began to clear away the empty plates while you rose and addressed the group.
 
“Alright, let us retire to the parlor while we digest our meal... please follow me...”
 
---
 
“Pinkie, did you bring the goods?” You whisper conspiratorially to her as you close the door to the parlor after holding it for your guests.
 
“You know it!” Pinkie cheerfully exclaimed, pulling out a bag from somewhere. You find yourself tilting your head as you stare at the bag, trying to puzzle out how she had hidden it before Twilight grabbed your arm and shook her head discouragingly. Perhaps it's best not to think about it, you note as several balloons escape her bag when she opened it. She began passing out decorations and you find yourself helping hang a banner from some ceiling fixtures.
 
“Congratulations on Becoming a Maid, Applejack!” You read the banner line out loud and turn to Pinkie curiously. “And you had this just laying around?”
 
“Yup!” Bounce.
 
“You didn't have to alter it in any form?”
 
“Nope!” Bounce.
 
“Why did you have this banner just laying around?”
 
“Well, you never know when one of your friends is going to become a maid, so I thought I'd keep these around.” Pinkie explained, without actually explaining anything.
 
Shrugging, you get back to work and between the six of you the parlor was appropriately prepared for the party. Rarity was still fiddling with some of the smaller details, but Dash shrugged it off as her being a perfectionist. Feeling pretty confident about it yourself, you announce that you are going to bring Applejack in and for everyone to be ready to surprise her.
 
Heading back to the kitchen, you find Applejack sitting at the table with her plate mostly empty. She seemed to be lost in thought as she toyed with the last bit of mashed potato on her plate and you notice that she had correctly guessed that the cake was intended for desert and had it ready to bring out. She didn't seem to have notice you walk in yet, though...
 
What do?
1, 5 or 9 decide
 
>Walk up quietly to her and gently lay a hand on her shoulder. When she turns to look at you, smile and tell her when she finishes to bring the cake into the parlor.
 
Approaching her quietly, you gently lay a hand on her shoulder and see her briefly jump in surprise. You can feel her strong muscles tighten up under your hand, but you don't remove it as she turns to look up at you before relaxing as she recognizing you.
 
“When you're finished, could you bring the cake into the parlor?” You ask her with a smile. “And bring plenty of apple champagne as well...”
 
“Yes, sir... wait...” Applejack spoke as she felt your almost remove your hand to leave. “I just want to say... thank you.”
 
“For what?”
 
“Yah could've had a buncha strangers come in tah test me on this... but yah had mah friends come in instead.” Applejack smiled up at you. “If yah hadn't, ah'm not sure how well ah would've done today.”
 
“No problem at all...” You briefly rub her shoulder. “I'll see you in a little bit.”
 
“Ah won't be long.” Applejack replied as you returned to the parlor to tell everyone to get ready.
 
---
 
“Shh!” You hear someone in the room signaling for everyone to quiet down as you turn down the lights. The sound of Applejack's footfalls were barely audible as she came closer to the parlor door and it opened to let the light of the hallway pour in.
 
“Hello?” Applejack called out as she pushed the cart into the room, noting that the tv wasn't on as she was expecting.
 
“SURPRISE!” The lights flicked on and a series of party poppers were popped as everyone jumped out of their hiding places.
 
“What in tarnation?!” Applejack almost jumped out of her skin, before her mind caught up with her fight or flight reflex. “You guys! What's up with this?”
 
“Well, when we heard you were working as a live in maid we decided to cheer you up... not that you needed it.” Pinkie Pie excitedly explained. “I mean, it's like you moved into a new house, so you needed a house warming party!”
 
“Aw... that you, you guys!” Applejack got out before being the recipient of a group hug. The smile refused to leave her face, even as she gave you a questioning look. “But how did you know he'd let you hold it here?”
 
“How'd we know? It was his idea!” Pinkie replied as the hug ended.
 
“Applejack... you've done very well these past two days.” You give her a pleased look. “I was planning something myself, but then I heard Pinkie talking about her idea for a party. So I decided to improvise a little... now that the party's started, you can consider yourself to have the rest of the night off.”
 
“Ah... thank you, sir.” Applejack grinned at you.
 
Shortly afterward, Pinkie had commandeered your sound system and started playing more upbeat music as you cut the cake. As slices were passed out, the general mingling began and you spot Rarity teasing Applejack about her maid uniform. It was clearly in good humor and she was poking her about how easily the word 'sir' came from her lips. Everyone seemed to be settling down in the sitting area and you could easily engage with any of your guests.
 
What do?
3, 5 or 9 decides
 
>Go ask Rainbow if it is common in Ponyville for someone to have to exchange labor for damages or if it's just them two for some light ribbing.
 
“Hey, Rainbow Dash?” You turn to the rainbow haired athlete. “Is it really that common?”
 
“What is really common?” Dash asked, turning from her conversation with Pinkie.
 
“Paying for damages with labor?” You give her a joking smile. “Or is it just you two?”
 
“Apparently it used to be even more common...” She gave a little laugh before taking a small bite of her cake. “Talk about old fashioned! Ponyville was the last town in Equestria allowed to pay fines and taxes in crops... not too long ago, either.”
 
“Huh... I bet the IRS finally got tired of it...”
 
“Money kind of surges into town with the harvests, big sales go on at the same time.” Dash continued, momentarily pausing to permit Rarity and Applejack to pass. Something about the bathroom. “It's easier to pitch in until money comes in... assuming you're a farmer, of course. This whole thing seems like it started when the entire town worked the fields.”
 
“Huh... I guess that's why Applejack offered to take this job.”
 
“Yeah... but apparently that's starting to go to the wayside, too. You might be the last person in town to benefit from this... they're probably talking about it in City Hall right now.”
 
“Oh yeah! Mr. and Mrs. Cake are always worrying about that sort of thing.” Pinkie interjected, volunteering a bit of information concerning her employers/landlords. “I don't think anything bad's going to happen. After all, it's not like you need an appointment to see Mayor Mare... sometimes you can't get OUT of bumping into her on a daily basis!”
 
That was a fascinating bit of trivia... you briefly wonder what other changes were going on in the local laws. But neither Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie seem to be the most reliable source of information about them...
 
What do you do next?
3, 4 or 8 decides
 
>Engage Pinkie, say how well you think this whole thing turned out.
 
“I'm glad at how well this party is turning out, Pinkie...” You lean forward to look past Rainbow Dash to Pinkie who was sitting next to her on the couch.
 
“I know! Did you see the look on Applejack's face?” Pinkie laughed a little, half leaning against, half leaning against Rainbow Dash. You have to distract yourself from the sight of her soft body pressing itself against the more toned form of her friend. “I'm glad this worked out better than the last time we tried to throw a surprise party for her...”
 
“What happened?”
 
“She has a mean right hook...” Rainbow Dash stated, rubbing her chin at the memory.
 
“There's a reason why no one was allowed to stand by the door during the surprise.” Pinkie pointed out. “I'm glad that we're all leaving here with all noses and chins intact.”
 
“Hey, the night is still young Pinkie..” Rainbow Dash teased with a grin. “Besides, she was already on edge that night... what are the chances it could happen again?”
 
“Getting quite large, the longer we talk about it.” Pinkie giggled a little, before turning to you. “Hey! What is it like having a Maid? Is Applejack your first?”
 
2, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Say how you've had others, but it's hard to find someone dedicated to their work.
>You're going to have to answer and THEN excuse yourself like a baws I mean.
>Wonder briefly why Applejack and Rarity are going to the bathroom together. Go Snoo, I mean investigate.
 
“I've had other maids before... but it's hard to find someone who works as hard as Applejack... she tries her hardest and she takes instruction well.” You admit to them. “Makes me wish this were a more permanent arrangement...”
 
“She loves the family orchard too much...” Dash shook her head. “It'd take more than money.”
 
“Maybe a ring?” Pinkie jokingly suggested with a giggle. “Of course, she'd hardly be a maid then!”
 
“She most certainly wouldn't be!” You laugh a little, before noting that Applejack and Rarity hadn't returned from the bathroom yet. You couldn't surprises you curiosity anymore. “As much as I enjoy the company of beautiful women, I must ask that you excuse me for a moment.”
 
The two of them give you nods of departure before returning to their previous conversation. You casually leave the room and make your way to the bathroom where the light under the door betrayed it's current occupancy. You reach up to knock when you hear voices from behind the door and you look down at the door knob. It had an older lock on it with a large keyhole on it... you'd been meaning to have it replaced with a newer one, but you realize that you could probably get a glance through it if you felt exceptionally snoopy. Or you could just knock.
 
What do?
1, 5 or 8 decides
 
>Well, let's have a discreet look through the keyhole. If what is happening is what we think is happening, then…
 
Taking a glance around, you see that you are completely alone in the hallway and no one was around to bear witness to your coming indiscretion. Stooping down, you take a peak through the keyhole.
 
You can see Applejack sitting on the sink, her panties hanging loosely around one of her ankles. You couldn't see any of the goods from this point of view, but judging from her flushed expression and her pleased look she'd just had a very good time. Rarity was on her other side, fixing her lipstick in your expansive mirror while casually conversing with the farm girl. You have to strain your ears to pick up what you could of it, due to the thick wood of the door muffling sound more than the cheaper variations found in other houses. You can briefly hear your name being mentioned and you think Rarity's voice sounded a little concerned while Applejack's was placating.
 
Try to listen in?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Listen in hard.
>Obviously, Anonymous is rich and has figured out the military's infinite pocket space cheat to give himself an inventory.
>Open the inventory and craft:
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=XEXTzI4-pXg#t=25
>in a matter of seconds. Like Joel from Last of Us.
>Now listen like a big dick OG.
 
Taking a glance around, you make sure that the coast is clear before pressing your ear against the door. You idly consider if you had anything that could aid you in listening in, but just because you owned a bank didn't mean that you could make withdrawals willy nilly. You couldn't just buy a house out of pocket, much less gain access to something like military secrets. Looking up how to make a listening device from the internet was an idea, but it wouldn't help you right here, right now. So you merely strain your hearing for a moment.
 
“...he's not treating you... poorly is he?” Rarity voice drifted through the wood. Applejack's reply was kind of muffled, but you were pretty sure that she'd made a comment about Rarity being exceedingly picky over dinner. “Hey, it was a test, wasn't it?”
 
“He's... ah wouldn't call him a perfect gentleman... but he comes close enough for me.”
 
“...good. So absolutely nothing untoward occurred?” Rarity repeated, before having to break the silence again. “Did something happen?”
 
“Well... he ain't shy about physical contact...” Applejack paused for a moment. “Ain't ever gone out of his way to touch mah ass or anything...”
 
“Tell me if he gets aggressive... we'll work something out...” Rarity replied after another moment. “...when you get the chance, bring your uniforms to the boutique and I'll see what I can do about keeping your friend out of sight.”
 
Applejack's reply was too quiet to make about, but the silence spoke volumes about what she'd revealed.
 
“You're sure he knows...?” Rarity listened to Applejack's muffled reply, before continuing her questioning. “...what did he do?”
 
“...wasn't bothered in the least. Didn't discourage him none, either.”
 
“...he is interested then?”
 
“Ah think so...”
 
“...Applejack, darling... are you?”
 
“Ah ain't sure yet...” Applejack replied, and you can hear Rarity's stare through the door. “Yah know ah don't believe in love at first sight... we've only known each other for barely two days. But maybe...”
 
“Darling... a word of advice...” Rarity's voice was barely audible. “If you are attracted to him, go for it... but don't think you have to settle for him just because he's the first open minded man you've met.”
 
“...thanks. Yah always seem tah have advice for me and yah help me tah take the edge off...” Applejack sounded appreciative. “Yer the best friend ah girl could ask for.”
 
“Yes... friend...” Rarity spoke again before clearing her throat. “Speaking of which, everyone must be waiting on us...”
 
It sounded like they were getting ready to return to the party. Perhaps you should head back first or visit one of the smaller bathrooms to cover your ass?
 
4, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Knock, tell whichever one answers the cake is being cut in five minutes and you were looking for them, then ask if she knows where the other went.
 
Raising your hand, you rap your knuckles against the door and wait patiently for a response. You can briefly hear whispering from the other side before a response is forthcoming.
 
“Hello? What is it?” Rarity's voice came from the other side of the door.
 
“Hello, Miss Rarity...” You open your mouth to tell them about cutting the cake, but you then remember that it's already been cut. “Miss Pie seems to be... vigorously eying the cake. I'd recommend returning if you wish to have more... and have you seen Applejack? I thought I saw you leaving together.”
 
“...she's in here with me.” Rarity responded after a moment. “I needed her assistance for a moment.”
 
“Sorry to keep y'all waiting...” Applejack's voice joined Rarity's. “We'll be back there in a spell...”
 
What do?
3, 5 or 8 decides
 
>Tell them you'll see them there and return to the parlor. Take a quick detour to grab a nice bottle of wine.
 
“Alright, I'll see you two back at the parlor...” You respond before making yourself scarce. You idly wonder back toward the parlor and drop by the kitchen. Your guests had rapidly drank themselves through the apple champagne you'd set aside for them, so you look for something stronger. Initially finding nothing appealing, you move down to the wine cellar. Much like most of the stuff in the house, the wines laid down here were sold with the house and you'd gleefully inspected them upon discovering them. Finding a bottle you think your guests will all enjoy, you bring it up and make your way back to the parlor.
 
You'd unwittingly guessed correctly about Pinkie Pie helping herself to the cake and a significant chunk of it had gone missing. Both Rarity and Applejack had returned before you and they look up at you as you return.
 
“I've taken the liberty of bringing more drink, ladies...” You smile and pull out the cork. Going about the room, you filled any empty glass you find before settling back with a glass of your own. The evening was carrying on and your party seemed to be settling down a little bit, although your guests clearly weren't thinking of leaving.
 
What do?
2, 6 or 0 decides
 
>Scan the party-goers and see if there's something interesting going on.
 
Scanning your eyes over the party discreetly, you begin picking up on the goings-on of your assembled group. Applejack and Rarity were sitting next to each other, although Rarity was currently engaging in quiet conversation with Fluttershy about an appointment at the spa.
 
Applejack, on the other hand, was currently engaging with Rainbow Dash in a bragging contest and you suspect that it might boil over into something. Especially at the rate in which they were draining their glasses.
 
Pinkie Pie was chatting excitedly with Twilight but you notice that she was still working on her first glass of apple champagne and hadn't touched her wine yet. Perhaps she wasn't much of a drinker?
 
Twilight, on the other hand, was looking incredibly flushed and was beginning to chatter back at Pinkie but wasn't yet able to match the speed of the chubby girl's lips.
 
What do?
3, 7 or 9 decides
 
>Let's engage our beloved maid and that young athlete, wouldn't want to let their discussion escalate to the point where anything gets broken.
 
“You two sure are energetic...” You turn to the two rowdy women. “What's going on?”
 
“This bitch seems tah think that just cause ah'm wearing a maid's outfit that ah've suddenly gone soft!” Applejack growled a little, her face flushed with alcohol as she stared down the smirking athlete. Glancing around, you notice that no one is particularly surprised by this confrontation.
 
“As a puff of cloud!” Taunted Rainbow Dash, pulling on Applejack's sleeve.
 
“You take that back or I'll make yah!” Applejack's reply came fiercely.
 
“Ahem.” You sternly glare at the two of them. Applejack bit down on her anger a bit, but Rainbow Dash was still looking for an excuse to one-up her without loosing her current source of free alcohol.
 
“I bet you couldn't even lift a book, much less beat me in an arm wrestling match!” Dash challenged, for some reason confident that at the very least this couldn't get her kicked out of the party. “If I win, I get first dibs on the next cider season!”
 
“Yer on!” Applejack began quickly, before visibly pondering what she should demand from Rainbow Dash.
 
Do you intervene and stop this? Or egg them on and suggest a wager?
2, 4 or 8 decides
 
>Ask Rainbow what would happen should Applejack wins.
 
“And what would you be willing to give up in exchange?” You ask Rainbow Dash. “Cider rights are a big deal...”
 
“I'll... I'll...” Rainbow Dash looked around, eager to secure cider privileges but not wanting to write a check she couldn't cash. “I'll wear one of those stupid maid outfits for the rest of the night!”
 
“Ah get to take pictures.” Applejack stated simply, staring Rainbow Dash down as if challenging her to back down. After getting an affirmative nod from her, the farmgirl turned maid gave a grin. “Yer on!”
 
You find yourself made the unofficial referee of the match as the two of them cleared one of the coffee tables in preparation for their match. The rest of the girls formed a lazy circle around the two as you found yourself holding their clasped hands.
 
“Ready?” You ask, and after getting nods from both of them you release the hands. Immediately, the two of them grunted as they tried to focus all of their might upon their opponents arms. No winner was immediately visible as they struggled against each other before Applejack slowly started to take the lead. A slight amount of desperation entered Dash's eyes before you can see her extend her wings. Almost immediately she started to regain control of her half of the match.
 
“Wings! Cheating!” Applejack grunted out, unwilling to divert her attention from the match to explain further.
 
Do you call Rainbow Dash on the wings? Or point out no one said she couldn't use them?
3, 5 or 8 decides
 
>Cheating.
>Super cheating.
 
>It's like if Twilight used her magic.
>Each person must rely on the strength of their ARMS and not involve any other appendages for advanced balance tactics.
 
“Rainbow Dash! No wings!” You chide the rainbow haired woman. “This is about arm strength!”
 
“I can't! Help it!” Dash responded and you can see her wings twitch as she tried to withdraw them. It seemed she was having difficulty doing so while also focusing on not losing the match.
 
“Tie 'em down!” Applejack called out.
 
You could hold down her wings while someone else ties them down or the reverse while the match is going on... or you could call a pause to the match to secure them.
 
What do?
2, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Pause the match and find some good silk bindings we don't anything too abrasive.
 
“Alright, I'm calling a pause to this match.” You declare firmly, shrugging off both Applejack and Rainbow Dash's cries of protest. “We have to tie down her wings, but if I do it mid-match it'll be an unfair advantage for Applejack... just a moment.”
 
You quietly withdraw from the parlor to find something to bind Dash's wings with. Immediately passing up Applejack's ever present coil of rope, you find a much more skin friendly length of silk. Returning to the room, you see that neither Rainbow Dash or Applejack had moved from their positions as they stared each other down. Dash's wings had settled down some and you approach her cautiously. She hesitatingly raised her arms to allow you to loop the length around her chest before pressing a hand against her wings to pin them in place. Immediately, her wing instinctively began flapping in resistance and you had to force them down before tying the silk firmly behind them.
 
“There! That wasn't so bad was... it...?” You note that Applejack was staring at Rainbow Dash with a flush that wasn't entirely alcohol. Circling around to your officiating position, you notice that Dash has a highly flushed face and the loop of silk had managed to settle beneath her bust. It was the smallest of the group and easily not noticed underneath her jersey, but the silk reminded everyone that she did have it.
 
“Let's... let's just get on with this...” Dash managed to get out, returning to her position at the table.
 
“Yah... yah okay?” Applejack asked.
 
“Pfft... y-you chickening out?” Dash challenged, dropping her elbow on the coffee table with a thud.
 
“No way!” Applejack grinned and you found yourself once more holding their clasped hands. The match that followed started off much the same as the previous one, but when Applejack started gaining ground Rainbow Dash had no remedy. She fought long and hard, but eventually her hand touched the tabletop and she gave an groan of defeat. “Hah! Guess ah'm not the only one wearing a maid outfit tonight!”
 
“Fine! Fine!” Rainbow Dash muttered, tugging on the silk holding in her wings. “Where's this outfit?”
 
You could give her one of Applejack's spare conservative uniforms, although her wings could be a problem but you thought it was workable. One of the low cut uniforms was backless, but you'd have to explain why you had it. No matter which, it would be large on her as they'd been sized for Applejack.
 
What do?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Let's go with the conservative uniform. Dash will mortified enough by it and we don't want to tip our hand too quickly with the naughtier uniforms.
 
“You can use one of Applejack's spare uniforms...” You inform her, before telling her how to get to Applejack's room. Glancing at your maid, she seemed relatively unconcerned about Dash looking through her things.
 
“So, I take it this is nothing new?” You ask Rarity after a moment passes.
 
“It certainly isn't...” Rarity smirked at you. “Those two have been competing against each other for as long as I've known them... a rivalry as it twere.”
 
“Who usually wins?”
 
“Depends on what they are competing about, really...” Rarity hummed a little. “If it's a matter of raw strength, Applejack usually has the advantage...”
 
“Hah! Looking good, ain't yeah?” You hear Applejack announce as the door opened. You mentally note that it didn't take her long to chance and turn to get a good look.
 
The maid uniform was obviously too large for Rainbow Dash, with the neckline sliding to expose one shoulder or the other. The only thing keeping it from sliding even further were her wings, which kept the fabric taut by virtue of the uniform not being made with them in mind. The skirt, normally knee length, instead drifted closer to ankle length and the head dress was grudgingly set atop her head. All in all, it gave the appearance of a little girl trying on her mother's clothes and, judging by her flushed glare, she damn well knew it.
 
“Ha ha... very funny. Are we done here?” Dash's question was immediately answered by several camera phones being pointed in her direction. “Damn it...”
 
“What? You thought we'd forgot about the pictures?” Applejack teased her and the first of the shuttering noises filled the air.
 
Do you participate or just let the girls have their fun?
2, 6 or 0 decides
 
>Ask Rarity if she can make some temporary alterations. If Applejack is going to hold her to the 'all night' part of the agreement the garment will definitely need to fit her better.
 
“Ms. Rarity...?” You draw the fashionista's attention from her picture taking. “If Applejack is going to hold her to the 'all night' bit, that uniform is going to need some temporary alterations...”
 
“Of course... I just wanted to get some pictures before I started...” Rarity spent a moment examining Rainbow Dash. “The key word might be 'temporary'... her wings are the biggest issue, as I can't simply cut a slit for them. Need to tighten up around the torso, bring up the skirt... but how much?”
 
Rarity murmured to herself as she took a couple notes on what needed to be done. After a moment, she looked up at you expectantly and you realize that she's waiting on your agreement to a more permanent alteration as well as input on the skirt among other things. Worse comes to worse, you didn't skimp on extra uniforms of Applejack.
 
What do?
1, 4 or 8 decides
 
>Tell her permanent alterations are fine and leave everything else between her, Rainbow, and AJ to figure out.
 
“Permanent alterations are fine...” You pause to consider your next words. “I'll leave the details to the three of you.”
 
“Do you hear that?” Applejack couldn't help but pipe up. “It's time for yah to play mannequin with Rarity again.”
 
“Be careful, Applejack...” You decide to nip this in the bud. “If I like your alterations too much, I might have Rarity alter yours, too.”
 
“Right...” Applejack nervously laughed before she left the room with Rainbow Dash and Rarity.
 
It would probably take a little while before the alterations were done... and you have other guests to attend to...
 
What do?
2, 5 or 9 decides
 
>Entertain your guests with a song.
 
Deciding that it was time to honor the tradition of Ponyville song, you clear your throat and hum a few bars to ready yourself. This caused a few glances to you as the remaining guests realized what you were about to do.
 
“Ooh, is he going to sing?” Pinkie Pie asked, before you approached her and whispered a request into her ear. “A pair of maracas? Sure!”
 
“Maracas?” Twilight asked with a raised eyebrow. “What exactly is he going to sing?”
 
“Hit it!” You loudly declare as you ready the offered maracas.
 
“They call me Cuban Pete. I'm the king of the rumba beat.
When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom”
 
You proceed to dance about the room, shaking your maracas to the beat as most of the room could only stare on confused. Except for Pinkie, who was clearly enjoying the performance.
 
“Yessir, I'm Cuban Pete. I'm the craze of my native street.
When I start to dance, everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom
The senoritas they sing and they swing with terampero-
It's very nice, so full of spice.
And when they dance in they bring a happy ring that era keros-
Singin' a song, all the day long.”
 
You dance up to Pinkie Pie, who was the only one currently playing along with the song.
 
“So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete
And I'll teach you to chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom.”
 
Waving your hands at Pinkie, she plays along and pretends to be entranced as you pull her atop the the coffee table and begin dancing with her.
 
“He's really a modest guy, although he's the hottest guy.” Pinkie sang along as the two of you danced atop the table. “In Havana, in havana.”
 
“Si, sinorita I know that you would like to chicky-boom-chick
It's very nice, so full of spice.
I'll place my hand on your hip, and if you will just give me your hand”
 
Pinkie mock slapped you a couple times with a smile in her eyes.
 
“Then we shall try - just you and I. I-yi-yi!”
 
You span Pinkie off of the table where she fell with a giggle into Twilight's magical grasp.
 
“So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete
And I'll teach you chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom!”
 
You look up at the room, half expecting a congo line to be forming but, aside from Pinkie having a giggle fit you find most of the girls staring at you.
 
“What the flying fuck was that?!”
 
Most of the room turned to Fluttershy, who covered her mouth as if she was shocked that she had just uttered those words. After a minute, Twilight couldn't help but crack a smile and joined Pinkie in her laughter to soon be joined by Fluttershy and yourself.
 
“Did we miss something?” Applejack asked as she walked in, entering just in time to see the whole room have a giggle fit.
 
How respond?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
ACHIEVEMENT: Flutterswear +100 Drag00n Points
 
>Just grin like an idiot and roll with it.
 
“Just a musical number...” You grin at Applejack as you give one final shake of your maracas before throwing them off-screen. You note that Applejack returned alone. “Is Rarity still working on Rainbow Dash's outfit?”
 
“Ah gave mah input and then got the hell out of there.” Applejack admitted. “When Rarity gets in the zone, it's risky to stand around and watch...”
 
“Fair enough...” You shrug, tangentially aware of Rarity's perfectionist tendencies. “What did you request, anyway?”
 
“That's for yah to find out...” Applejack grinned at you before she settled back down into her seat.
 
What do?
2, 5 or 8 decides
 
>Enjoy another glass of champagne and ask Applejack how she is enjoying the festivities.
 
Finding just enough apple champagne in the bottle to pour one last glass of the drink. Settling down near Applejack, you turn to engage her in some conversation.
 
“How are you enjoying the evening so far?” You ask her after taking a drink.
 
“It's been great!” Applejack replied, refilling her wine glass. She could really pack the alcohol away. “Good drinks and good company, what more could I ask for?”
 
“If you figure that out, let me know...” You smile as she laughed a little.
 
“But... seriously, ah know yah didn't have tah do this for little ol' me...” The cowgirl-maid smiled at you over her glass. “Thank yah...”
 
What do?
1, 4 or 9 decides
 
>Say it was no trouble at all, and that we're quite enjoying this ourself. Say how we're glad we had this opportunity to get to know her on a more even ground.
 
“It was no trouble at all, Applejack.” You smile at her warmly. “I'm glad to have an opportunity to get to know you on a more even ground.”
 
“We'll have tha better part of a month to get tah know each other, Anonymous...” Applejack began.
 
“No... that would be me getting to know you as my maid...” You shook your head. “I'd like to know what you are without that looming over you... and continue to know you long after this contract has expired.”
 
“Ah, shucks... ah don't think there's much of a difference between me as a maid an' me as me. Ah'm kinda glad that's the case.” Applejack grinned with a flush that wasn't entirely the wine. “And... ah agree. Ah wasn't sure what tah think of yah when ah first signed on... but ah'm glad ah got the chance to know yah as well. Ah'm not even sure if we'd have even met otherwise.”
 
“Ladies and gentleman!” Rarity opened the door with a flourish and a smile. “May I present Rainbow Dash in her fetching new outfit!”
 
“Kill you all...” A voice growled from the other side of the doorway. Stepping through, you have to admit that Rarity managed great work in such a short amount of time. The skirt had been shortened significantly, far past the original knee length specification to a mid-thigh length. Openings had been created for her wings to fit comfortably through and the torso had been tightened enough to emphasis her modest bust. The neckline had been lowered some, but not enough to be indecent and a white headdress set on her rainbow colored hair. The finishing touch was her gravely embarrassed looking face.
 
What do?
3, 6 or 9 decides
 
>Ask if anyone's up for some party games. In fact let's let Rainbow pick the first game for being such a good sport.
 
You wait for the group of women to finish taking their compromising pictures of the embarrassed athlete before clearing your throat for attention.
 
“Moving along, is anyone up for some party games?” You suggest and Pinkie perks up at the thought, not that see needed it. Also, you can see Dash giving you a thankful look as you draw attention away from her predicament. A brief discussion of what should be played springs up with Pinkie offering up such classics as 'pin the tail on the donkey'  while Twilight and Fluttershy suggested card or board games. Meanwhile, Applejack was suggesting a more physical one. You suggest that Rainbow Dash pick the first game for being such a good sport about the maid outfit.
 
“How about a good old fashioned game of spin the bottle?” Dash suggested with a rakish smile as most of her friends fell silent. “Seven minutes in heaven edition.”
 
Perhaps letting a drunken Rainbow Dash choose the party game wasn't the best idea? As she held out an empty wine bottle to you, you could still try to talk her out of it...
 
What do?
2, 7 or 0 decides
 
>Shrug.
>"I guess I'm a man of my word."
 
There was a nervous feeling lingering in the air as Dash took a moment to enjoy the look on everyone's faces. She offered you the bottle and you have to shrug a little before taking it after seeing no one was going to chicken out of playing, although Fluttershy was pretty damn close.
 
“I guess I'm a man of my word...” You say, before the group gathered in a circle and you set the wine bottle down. With a flick of the wrist, you give the bottle and spin.
 
1. Twilight Sparkle
2. Pinkie Pie
3. Rainbow Dash
4. Rarity
5. Applejack
6. Fluttershy
 
[1d6]
 
>2. Pinkie Pie
 
The bottle span wildly before finally slowing down to a stop in front of Pinkie Pie. You didn't even have time to gauge her reaction as you find yourself hustled by Rainbow Dash into a closet. She'd somehow managed to find the smallest closet in the building and you find yourself pressed against Pinkie's pleasantly soft body in the tight confines of the closet. You can't make out Pinkie's expression in the darkness and you can hear her giggle.
 
“Rainbow Dash can be so silly sometimes...” Pinkie stated.
 
What do?
3, 6 or 9 decides