The Games We Play

by LetThereBeWords

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 2223

Joystick is a unicorn pony who lives in Ponyville with his coltfriend, Short Sword. They go about their daily business; clop ensues.

Joystick owns a game shop in Ponyville. He lives across town in a little house owned by himself and his coltfriend, who is a Guard in the local garrison. They love each other, and that's all that really matters to either of them.

This is a gift for my own special somepony, my Short Sword. He knows who he is.

Thank you also to Kill Joy, for running my drawing over in digital ink!

(WARNING: Not for the faint of heart or homophobic. Is very, very ghey.)

Published 2013-11-06 04:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-06 04:30:04 UTC

Late Night

The Games We Play

The white unicorn pony sat on his sofa, playing a game. His black and white striped mane was a mess, and his eyes were showing the signs that he had been up much too late. He was too engrossed to care about his body’s warning signs, however, as he was currently unloading shotgun shells into the face of some huge monster. Unfortunately, this was not enough to deter the beast in its quest to disembowel the unicorn’s player character.

The gamer shouted in frustration and tossed his controller down, leaving the game on the pause menu. He stretched and yawned, suddenly realizing how tired he was. He had gotten his hooves on a copy of Mass Effect 3 with all the DLC from a friend, and had been playing the hell out of it. Unfortunately, he had gotten a bit too involved in the game and had stayed up to all hours of the night.

The unicorn was named Joystick, and his flanks were adorned with an image of an Xbox controller. His talent was, as lame as it sounds, video games. He didn’t mind, he’d always liked playing them, and having a video game cutie mark was just an excuse to play more games, right?

He owned a game shop in Ponyville, Joystick’s Games, Etc., and made a healthy profit from the sales he made, enough to pay for his house, food, and whatnot. He was happy enough… Well, not at the moment, but generally. Right now, he was pretty pissed. This was about the tenth time he had died in the same spot.

Joystick glared at his console with contempt, then decided that he should probably eat. He looked to his clock and frowned. It was pretty early in the morning; he would have to go close the shop for the day if he wanted any sleep. He would call down to the owner of the neighboring shop and have him put a sign up later.

The white unicorn sighed, getting up onto unsteady hooves and made his way into the kitchen. He trotted up to the fridge, opening with a quick spell, and then floated out an already prepared salad. He always had a few salads prepared for just this sort of situation. As he plopped himself into a seat and began eating lazily, a thought popped into his head.

The gamer looked up, then around himself, realizing something was missing from the house. He mulled it over for a moment, chewing slowly, and then realized what it was. He smacked himself on the forehead with a hoof as punishment for his tired brain.

Short Sword! That’s what was missing from the quiet house. Joystick could hardly believe that he’d forgotten all about his coltfriend, and decided that he’d keep this to himself, lest he be subjected to endless teasing from his special somepony. The unicorn took another bite of his salad before pulling himself out of the chair and landing in a heap on the floor.

Joystick got up unsteadily and trotted, swaying slightly, over to the fridge again. Upon the door was a small corkboard where messages were left to him by his coltfriend in case he was so absorbed in a game that he wouldn’t possibly be able to be pulled out. On the board hung a single post-it note, upon which was a message from Short Sword.

Levitating the note closer to his eyes, Joystick read: “Was called out on patrol as a replacement, be back home by noon!” Joystick sighed quietly; it seemed that his coltfriend’s Royal Guard duties had him out at all hours again.

The gamer looked up at the clock again. That was still several hours from now; plenty of time to get some sleep. Joystick picked up the phone from its mount on the wall, and made a quick call to his friend in the shop next to his.

After ensuring that the store would be closed, and a notice put out for his customers, the unicorn wandered to his and his coltfriend’s bedroom. Collapsing on the bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in no time.

***

A small tingle wormed its way into Joystick’s mind. He found himself floating in a quiet void, absolutely calm as a wonderful feeling washed over him. He sighed, smiling, as the warm pleasure consumed his body.
Then the feeling got intense. The waves of pleasure had turned to cascades, and Joystick found himself drowning in it, unable to do much more than cry out quietly. Suddenly, the tingling all over his body condensed to his groin, and the gamer snapped awake.

As he was flung into consciousness, Joystick found that the pleasure he had been feeling had moved with him. Only, it was more… wet… Moving his head up a bit to see what was going on, the gamer found himself staring at a shock of blue mane that belonged to his coltfriend. The pony in question was currently swallowing the majority of Joystick’s member.

Joystick gasped, moaning, and catching the attention of his special somepony, who looked up from his work and locked eyes with him. Mischief flashed in the Royal Guard’s eyes as he took the whole length into his throat and held it there.

It was just too much for Joystick. The unicorn shouted in pleasure as his balls tightened and he spilled his seed forth into his special somepony’s throat. He fired off a good few jets before collapsing back onto the bed, exhausted. He saw Short Sword swallow in an exaggerated fashion, licking his lips to further express his delight in the goings on of the last few minutes.

The Royal Guard crept up the bed, settling down next to his coltfriend. He grinned and grabbed the exhausted unicorn’s head with a gentle hoof, pulling him into a kiss. After a few moments, the two separated.

“Rise and shine, hon,” Short Sword said in a singsong voice, embracing the still-disoriented colt across from him.

“You…” Joystick began, panting, “Are evil…”

His coltfriend feigned innocence. “Who, little old me?” the Royal Guard asked, giggling when he couldn’t hold his act. Short Sword pecked his special somepony on the muzzle quickly, grinning widely.

“Sorry, hon,” the Royal Guard apologized, still giggling, “You were just pitching such a cute tent while you were snoring, I couldn’t resist!”

Joystick groaned, and rolled his body to face his coltfriend. The white-coated earth pony was very well-defined. His figure came from years of being a trained Royal Guard in the local Ponyville garrison. The gamer thought for a while about the first time they’d met, when Short Sword had come into his shop to buy a game, and they had gotten into a conversation. They’d struck it off as friends quickly, and soon enough Short Sword had asked Joystick out to dinner. Everything had just kinda fallen into place from there.

The unicorn smiled at the memory, pulling his coltfriend into a hug. He was pulled out of his reverie, however, when he felt a wet spot between the two ponies. Looking down, Joystick found his special somepony’s stallionhood at full attention between his legs. Looking up at his coltfriend, the gamer unicorn grinned.

“A little excited, soldier boy?” Joystick asked, sticking his tongue out at the Royal Guard. The pony in question blushed, and nodded. The unicorn giggled, and then grinned lustily as he reached between them, grabbing hold of both of their members. He was awarded with a moan from the Royal Guard for his sudden action, tossing his head back in pleasure.

Starting to stroke the two members together slowly, Joystick leaned forward and nibbled on his coltfriend’s exposed neck. He coaxed moans out of the Royal Guard as he moved to lick the earth pony’s neck, still stroking their cocks together. The unicorn stroked a few more times, then released Short Sword’s cock, moving away from the moaning mess that was his coltfriend.

The other pony looked up, disappointed that the hoofjob had stopped so suddenly. What he found when he looked up, however, made up for the sudden lack of stimulation on his member. Joystick had sprawled himself out over the bed, ass in the air. The unicorn’s horn was glowing softly, and a small bottle slowly came to rest in front of Short Sword’s nose.

The bottle shook itself, drawing the Royal Guard’s attention and snapping him out of his trance. He locked his eyes on the small bottle of personal lubricant and smiled. Taking hold of it, he unscrewed the cap, and then placed a bit of the lube onto his hoof. Shuffling forward a bit, Short Sword placed his slicked hoof against Joystick’s back door.

The unicorn gasped at the cold feeling, but sighed as his coltfriend began to massage his plothole gently. The Royal Guard dipped the hoof into Joystick’s rear slightly, preparing the pony’s ass for what was soon to come. Short Sword leaned forward, moving his hoof away from Joystick’s backside. He lubed his hoof again, and then tossed the bottle to the side.

Joystick gasped as his ear was nibbled lightly. He knew what was coming; he could hear the slick hoof running up and down his coltfriend’s cock. What he was not expecting was the words that came out of Short Sword’s mouth.

“I’ve been waiting all damned morning for this…” he grunted, slicking his dick, and then placing it lightly against his coltfriend’s asshole. “It’s really, really hard to concentrate on guard duties when I have images of your little ass running through my head…”

The earth pony cracked a smile as he felt a shiver run through his coltfriend, deciding to continue teasing him, pressing his cockhead into Joystick just slightly, knowing that he was torturing the poor pony.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard…” the Royal Guard said, pressing, teasing, “I’m going to fuck you so bad that you won’t be able to walk right…” The unicorn below him whined, pressing back with his hips. But Short Sword kept his appendage just out of reach, kept that sweet satisfaction dangling before his coltfriend.

“And now you’re begging to get my cock into you…” the Royal Guard said playfully, “You are such a SLUT!” And, with that last word, he thrust himself into the warm depths of his partner’s ass. Joystick cried out in an expression of bliss, finally being filled.

And filed he was. Short Sword buried his sizeable member into his coltfriend’s rear, nearly the entire length vanishing between his cheeks. Joystick cried out, shouting in pleasure and pain. He relaxed, and allowed his coltfriend to settle quickly into a rhythm.

The white unicorn let out a cacophony of moans at the feeling of being speared on this rod of stallion meat. He couldn’t deny it, he loved being fucked. It just felt so amazing, Short Sword’s stallionhood plunging in and out of his ass, occasionally running over his prostate and sending a shock through his entire body.

Their fucking continued much this way for a few minutes, the Royal Guard making short thrusts into his lover. Eventually, though, Short Sword leaned forward and took a mouthful of Joystick’s scruff between his teeth. The unicorn moaned and pressed his back into his lover’s chest. He knew what was coming. He was so, so very ready.

And just like that, Short Sword’s thrusts became much fiercer, the Royal Guard plunging his cock into his lover entirely with each thrust. The earth pony made only grunting noises, the fur in his mouth muffling any real noises. Joystick, on the other hoof, was entirely unrestricted from making noise.

And he did, moaning and shouting his lover’s name at the top of his lungs, loving the feeling of the stallionhood splitting him in two with each thrust. He writhed in pure bliss, the pleasure wracking his body proving to be too much for the unicorn.

With a long, low groan, Joystick came, and hard. His cum fired into the sheets and made a wet spot in his belly fur, but he was too lost in the pleasure to care anymore. His ass clenched, and as he finished, Short Sword made a few more thrusts before burying his length into the white unicorn and raising his head to the ceiling, shouting an unintelligible curse as he came.

He whitewashed the insides of his lover, firing a few ropes of his cum off deep in Joystick’s ass before collapsing on top of the dumbstruck pony beneath him. Short Sword just lay there for a while, panting with his lover. Finally, words managed to form on the earth pony’s lips.

“Wow…” he mumbled, “Just… wow…”

He rolled off of Joystick, his retreating member coming out of his coltfriend with a small, wet popping noise. He laid on the bed, hugging Joystick with one hoof. They just laid there for a good long while, nether feeling the need to do much but breathe and enjoy the other’s company. Eventually, Joystick looked over to Short Sword and smiled. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the Royal Guard’s lips.

“I love you,” the unicorn pony said, simply. He then laid back down, pulled his special somepony into a full embrace, and let sleep take him away.