The Game

It was a beautiful Friday morning when I arrived home from my final final exam of the semester. I went straight to the fridge to grab an ice cold Leinenkugel to celebrate. I went onto my laptop and watched a few episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic to kill some time.

I’m trying to major in animation, which is why I mainly watch the show. While I also love the animation, I’m also drawn into it by its characters. I marvel as Rainbow Dash soars through the air, I laugh as Pinkie Pie sings her songs, I break into a huge smile when Fluttershy… acts like Fluttershy. Their incredibly human responses to things makes me feel with them even more. I find it all very… attractive, for lack of a better term.

One day, I was playing Rock Band on my Xbox when I heard a knock at the door. I rushed to see who it was, hoping not to miss them. I opened the door to find no one there. All I saw was a brown box with my name and address on it. I took out a steak knife and cut the tape. Once I opened the box, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

It was an odd looking board game with the My Little Pony logo. If you’ve ever played the board game Jumanji and have also seen the movie Jumanji, you’d know what I’m talking about here. You know how the game in the movie looked more, how do you say, “natural” than the cardboard version that you could actually play. What I had in my hands looked just like that natural version.

Even when I opened it up, it even looked really similar to the Jumanji board game, a winding pathway with multiple spaces and a gem like center. Wait. Pathway? Why is there only one path? Don’t other people want to play too? Either way I wanted to see what it was about, and I put the box in my living room.

Just like in the movie a piece was set at the very beginning of the path, and sure enough it was shaped like a pony. I thought,

Wouldn’t it be weird if I tried moving the piece but it was stuck just like in the movie?

I touched the piece, but it wouldn’t budge.

Maybe someone super glued it on, those fuckers.

I then rolled the dice thinking, like an idiot, that the piece would move by itself. Snake eyes. To my total shock and surprise, I saw the piece move two spaces on its own. At this point, my eyes were glued to the gem center, certain it would say something like it did in the movie. Sure enough, hazy text appeared.

Make her moan, make her sigh. Have some fun with Fluttershy.

Moan? Sigh? What the hell?

I didn’t have too much time to ponder, as I was suddenly thrown into the air by an invisible force. As I fell down, I landed towards the green gem in the center, suddenly shrinking enough so that I would fit. There was nothing but darkness until I was strangly rendered unconscious.
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I woke up outside in the grass. Why I was in the grass I had no idea. I looked around me, and the first sight I saw made me paralyzed in shock. Over a creek was a small wooden bridge overgrown with grass minus the dirt in the center that made a path. The path led to a small cottage with green foliage forming the roof. The way it looked along with the other scenery around me was unmistakable. This was the home of Fluttershy from My Little Pony. Which meant, I was in Equestria. I didn’t know what to think.

Should I run to the door, knock, and give her a hug? No, that would probably scare her to death. Should I visit Ponyville from here and meet everyone else? No, they’ll probably treat me the same way like they did with Zecora.

I opted for the most reasonable option. I went to the door and knocked, and when she answered, I would try to give the simplest explanation as to why I was here.

The door opened a crack. I saw the real life eye of the one they called Fluttershy, and my heart practically melted right there. She then opened the door wide, which I found oddly uncharacteristic of her.

“Oh, it’s you,” she sighed. “Please, come in.”

It’s you? I thought. What did she mean by that?

“Please, make yourself at home,” she said directing me to her sofa. I sat down, looking in wonder at the inside of her house and how much it resembled the show. She then walked up to me. “So,” she said. “What do you want to do?”

Why is she asking me these weird questions? Why isn’t she freaking out that she’s talking to an animal that I assume she’s never seen before?

Either way, I decided to take advantage of her lack of apprehension towards me.

“Would you object if I gave you… a hug?”

Fluttershy seemed taken aback by my response.

“I guess,” she said, approaching me, “if that’s how you normally like to start this.” I was beginning to lose my composure about her strange behavior.

What if she really has a “shed?” Either way, what better opportunity to hug Fluttershy? I wasn’t going to blow this.

Fluttershy laid her body onto my clothed torso, and I wrapped my arms around her back. She then laid her head on by bare neck where my t-shirt ended.

“Oh my,” she sighed passionately. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Thanks,” I said. With my right hand, I stroked the center of her back down her neck. “Your coat is like satin,” I whispered. I then got the desire to feel her wings and see how that all worked. I started at the base of her wing, but before I could move on, her wings flared open, causing a bit of shock in me.

“No, no,” assured Fluttershy. “Please continue. I like it there.” I then began massaging the wings by the base, eliciting eerily sexual moans from Fluttershy. Then the poem came back to me.

Make her moan, make her sigh… Could it really be?

Without warning she turned her body around, so now her flank was right in my face. She flicked her tail away, and I was practically horrified as I stared into Fluttershy’s moistening vagina.

As quick as my reflexes could allow me, I threw Fluttershy into the air. I knew she had wings to fly with, so I knew that she wouldn’t hit the ground.

“Huh?” she sighed in her usual demeanor. “What’s wrong? Was it something I did?”

“Uh yeah!” I yelled. “You shoved your pussy in my face!”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No! I just wanted a hug.”

“I thought that was some kind of foreplay.”

“Foreplay?!? You seriously thought I wanted to have sex with you?”

“Of course,” she said, retreating at my progressively booming voice, “I thought you knew that.”

Despite her attempts of trying to seduce me, I knew that this was still Fluttershy, and I didn’t want to turn into Gilda and make her cry. I lowered my voice.

“Knew what?” I said.

“Didn’t you read the rules of the game?”

“Game?” Then I remembered the board game. I just screwed around with the pieces and the dice, but I didn’t know that wasn't the only thing I’d be screwing around with.

“If you want to advance, you have to have sex with me,” she said.

“Please,” I said, becoming incredibly flustered, “I just thought that board game was just a silly little… I didn’t…”

“Oh,” said Fluttershy, her cheeks turning red, realizing what I was trying to say. “I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way,” she continued, “but the rules say that the only way to leave here and continue playing is if you have sex with me.”

“I got that,” I said.

“You may not understand now,” she said, “but you have to continue playing this game. Everyone else who’s stopped has never made it back out.”

“You mean like… died?”

“In one way or another, yes.”

I didn’t know what to say. I either had to have sex with a cute little cartoon character or die… someway. In all honesty, the apprehension came from not being prepared for this. I’ve beaten off a few times to clopfics and stuff I found on Google Images and e621.net, which I knew wouldn’t even be close to having sex with an actual pony, but I always expected sex to be something where I know someone for a time and then we do it when we feel like we hit that point in our relationship.

“Can we… talk?” I asked.

“This isn’t negotiable,” she said, “you must-”

“I got that. But I like to get to know the person- pony that I’m about to sleep with. Is that okay?”

“I don’t see why not.”

We talked for what seemed like hours about each other: her about her adventures with her friends and her tending of her animals, me about the customs of my world and the impact her and her friends made in our world through Lauren Faust’s TV show. This conversation made me much more relaxed and less unwilling to perform this unusually inevitable act.

“Fluttershy,” I eventually mustered.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Would you like to go up to the bedroom?” she asked.

“I would like that very much.”

Fluttershy led me to her bedroom. She told me to take me clothes off and put them in a basket at the foot of the bed. I stripped down everything except my boxer shorts.

“Those too," she said. "How else am I supposed to-”

“Okay,” I relented. I threw off my boxers and revealed my as-of-then limp penis. I’m no Dirk Diggler, but it’s certainly not small enough to ridicule.

“Alright,” I said. “Just let me lay down on the bed.”

“You do whatever you want,” she said. I laid with my back flat against the soft mattress.

“Just so you know,” I said, “this is my first time.”

“Really?” responded Fluttershy sympathetically. “I sure hope I won’t disappoint then.” She crawled onto the bed with me, and we began.

She started by caressing the head of my penis with her soft face. After ten seconds, she put her lips on it and gave it a small kiss. She then placed her pursed lips onto the tip of my penis and enveloped her warm, wet mouth around my whole organ. The warmth and wetness of her mouth started getting me hard instantly. Fluttershy then got the really bright idea of lightly gnawing my shaft with her four front teeth. As the pressure in my cock increased so did the pressure of her mouth. The feeling was indescribable on a level I could never have thought to comprehend.

“Fluttershy,” I said, almost squealing by accident from the pleasure.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” asked Fluttershy, concerned.

“No,” I said. "Could you turn yourself around? I want to pleasure you now.”

Fluttershy turned around, putting her wet vaginal lips close to my face, while keeping her face close to my organ. She began swirling around my penis with her tongue, while I reached inside and fingered the inside of her vaginal walls. Fluttershy’s body tremored slightly, providing me with a wonderful sensation. I never thought of how vaginal fluids tasted before, and I’ve always been a little squeamish about it in all honesty. Every clopfic I’ve ever read said that they were delicious, so with slight hesitation, I dove my tongue in.

I expected a very vinegary or sour taste, but I found that it tasted very sweet. It might be because they’re magical talking ponies and not humans, but the taste of her vagina was awesome as I licked up, down, around, in and outside of her gooey orifice. It was kind of like if they mixed fresh maple syrup with a hint of strawberries. Why a pony’s vagina would taste like that, I’ll never know, but I had the thought leave my head, lest it turned me off.

Fluttershy was in such pleasure that she forgot to continue licking me. I could tell by her moans getting ever so louder that she was soon about to climax. I decided to stop eating her out and took a breather.

“Is everything okay?” asked Fluttershy. I got up and knelt down on my knees, soaking my legs in Fluttershy’s juices. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Kneel down, facing away from me,” I said.

“What?”

“Kneel down and close your eyes.” Fluttershy did as she was told. With a small amount of waiting, I grabbed her by the haunch and quickly inserted myself into her.

The feeling made us both yelp in ecstacy.

“Oh,” moaned Fluttershy. “You startled me.”

“Me too,” I said with a giggle.

“I like it,” she said. I then began thrusting my penis into her vagina. I started delicately and slowly, not wanting to hurt her. “Is that all?” said Fluttershy. “Harder! Faster!”

I thrust harder and faster as she instructed me, demanding more and more every few thrusts. I then got an idea that would drive her wild. I grabbed my dick with my index finger running along the bottom. I thrust into her again, with my finger tilted just slightly enough to brush her clitoris. Fluttershy screamed, and not the kind of scream she did in Green Isn’t Your Color that was full of restraint. She screamed as if I was thrusting a knife into her and not my penis.

“Oh Celestia!” she moaned. I continued doing this motion as Fluttershy’s moans became louder and louder. She screamed again as a torrent of fluid washed over my entire penis and spilled out onto her bed. The feeling of my rock hard cock swimming in her warm syrupy juices began to cause me to orgasm. With a few pleasurable shocks as they ran throughout the nerves of my penis, my semen shot out of me and into Fluttershy’s womb. I pulled out, causing more liquid to flush out of Fluttershy and onto the bed. Seeing Fluttershy’s motionless body, I could understand that she would faint after an orgasm like that. I flipped one of her wet pillows over onto its dry side and lay my head down, feeling tired myself.

I woke up to Fluttershy’s face standing at the bedside.

“You know,” she said. “For a virgin, you certainly know how to show a mare a good time.”

“Let’s just say I’ve read a lot,” I said, stroking her mane.

“Whatever you read, you were certainly the best one I’ve ever slept with.”

“That’s good. Sorry about the mess.”

“Don’t worry, the pleasure was all mine.” She winked. I laughed.

“How do I go back now?” Fluttershy climbed up on the bed, and put her vagina to my face. “If you want me to eat you out again, all you had to do was ask.”

“No,” she said. “Put your face into me like a mask.” I pushed my face inside her pussy, allowing me to examine her insides. “Good luck!” she shouted.

All of a sudden, I felt a suction pulling me in further into her vagina. I felt as my entire body entered inside her and flew through her cavernous womb. As I flew, I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. I flew into the light and found myself in the air, back in my living room directly above the game board. I was then thrown onto the sofa along the wall. I noticed that my body was still stark naked and coated with Fluttershy’s vaginal juices, which began to soak the couch.

“Oh boy,” I said, nervous. “Mom is not going to be happy about this one.”