The Game

Upon returning to my room, I noticed that Luna wasn’t on my bed anymore. I was far too excited now continue thinking about that. To think. In just seven more spaces, I would win.

Wait…

I remembered. I didn’t think that Princess Celestia and Luna would have gotten rid of that Discord fucker that easily. I was sure he was waiting for me at the center gym for that final battle. I had a 50/50 chance of getting to the center gem on my next roll. If any die landed on a six, I was guaranteed to go the center. I had to think of a strategy in case my roll was anything higher than six.

I thought of going to my computer for some helpful research on Discord, but with time frozen like this as it is, my internet would not work. So I thought long and hard about any weaknesses Discord had in the show. He seemed to be on his A-game throughout that one episode. So then I thought:

How did Twilight and her friends beat him?

They had the strongest magic in Equestria, and all I had was an erect cock. I think the former trumps the latter. That’s when I remembered. Discord could have easily defeated the Mane 6 again, just like he did with Fluttershy (just force them into becoming bitches), but his cockiness got the better of him and he was cast into stone again.

Now I had to find a plan that would take advantage of this weakness. How could I…

Wait. That’s it!

I still had Luna’s wish left, and I now knew exactly what to wish for. I just hope she’ll be okay with it, since it would involve her being sent back to Equestria. If it meant I could win, then I was sure it would be for the best.

“Luna?” I called, going downstairs.

She was nowhere to be seen. I began to feel nervous. Did she go back to Equestria? Was she still upset from me turning her down last turn? Was she hiding? There was one way to find out. Call it a dick move, but it was the only thing that I could think of that would get Luna out of hiding (if she even was).

I ran upstairs to my room and left the door open, just in case she could hear me. I then grabbed the dice in my hand and began to shake them.

“Luna!” I called in a sing-song voice. “If you don’t come up here and have sex with me, I’m taking my next turn.”

I didn’t hear anything. In a fit of frustration, I upped the ante by tossing one of the dice on the floor. It landed as a five.

Fuck me.

Now I had to roll a one to prevent my next encounter with Discord. After what happened last time, he wouldn’t be happy. My calling got more desperate.

“Luna, come on. I need your help.”

As I continued to call, I felt the die slip out of my hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Each time it bounced off the floor sounded like sledgehammer hitting metal. I closed my eyes until I heard the die’s clatter cease. Upon opening my eyes, I saw only one black dot on the top of the die.

Fuck yes! Six!

I watched with relief as my piece moved until it stopped just before the gem. I watched the text form, half expecting it to say something along the lines of, “Go back to the beginning, trololololol.” However, it said something different.

They're the heroes of fillies and colts, now you’ll meet the Wonderbolts.

“Wait!” cried Luna’s voice.

Fuck me sideways.

I saw her run into the room just as I was sucked into the board.
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I woke up inside what looked to be the backstage area of the Cloudsdale Coliseum. It looked just the way it did in the Sonic Rainboom episode. That’s when I noticed three of the Wonderbolts themselves walking into the room: Soarin, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot. They were all in their tight blue flightsuits. Upon noticing me, they first recoiled in shock, but soon came to their senses when they realized the reason my presence.

“So, big boy,” Spitfire said in a voice that was sultry enough to give any male a boner. “Which one of us is it?”

“All of you,” I said.

“Oh,” she moaned sexily. “How you wanna do this?”

“First,” I said with a shit-eating grin on my face, “let’s get those costumes off. They must feel so uncomfortable.”

“Oh yes. Especially, when we’re this hot.”

I could hardly wait. It took all of my willpower to keep from running to them and plowing the everloving shit out of them, but I knew better.

It’s always better to savor your sex.

I found a small zipper on the back of Spitfire’s outfit, just below the bottom end of her mane. Upon pulling the zipper across its teeth, I saw more of Spitfire’s sweet fur. The more I zipped Spitfire’s suit away, the more pungent the smell of her sweat became. She must have had one hell of a workout, because large beads of sweat were rolling off her coat.

I finally got to the zipper’s end, which was at the base of the tail. I first took the suit off from Spitfire’s head, slipping the latex off of her face and neck. She stood on her hind legs and let me take the suit off of her forelegs and belly. I couldn’t resist the urge to stroke her now bare torso with my hands, but from the sounds she made as she blushed, she seemed to really enjoy it. I walked behind Spitfire and pulled the blue flightsuit off of her legs and ass, which, due to the sweat clung to her like tape.

When I finally pulled it off, I fell onto my ass, surprisingly exhausted from trying to pull her suit off.

“Alright,” said Spitfire. I looked up and found myself staring straight into her marehood from below with Soarin and Fleetfoot standing right next to her. “We’re ready.”

“How did you get undressed so fast?” I asked.

“You didn’t think we’d wear these suits if they’d be too hard to take on or off, do you?” asked Soarin.

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“So,” said Fleetfoot. “What’cha wanna do?”

“Spitfire, stand behind me. Fleetfoot, lie on Spitfire’s back. Soarin,” I said before pulling my boxers down, showing everyone my member. “You’re pitching, I’m catching. And before you ask, yes, you will all get some of my cock.”

The three pegasi quickly and effortlessly got into position with the same drive as they’d have in one of their aerial shows. I felt Soarin grab at my waist, most likely for extra support, but the wet feel of his sweaty arms felt wonderful on my sides. I inched myself towards Spitfire, putting my dick in line with her vagina. I was already prepared with what I would do with Fleetfoot.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready,” confirmed the Wonderbolt trio.

I rammed my cock into Spitfire just as I felt Soarin’s go into me. I then tilted forwards and buried my tongue into Fleetfoot’s pussy.

The sweat glistening on Spitfire’s vagina provided an excellent makeshift lubricant. The same could be said for Soarin’s penis, his shaft rutting into my anus with minimal resistance. The combination of Fleetfoot’s sweet vaginal fluids and her salty sweat was an excellent combination, much like a chocolate covered pretzel rod.

Speaking of chocolate covered pretzel rods, Soarin continued to plow me from behind and he loved every second of it. He leaned his stomach onto my back and rubbed up against me with each plow of his, lathering me with his cool sweat. Spitfire, having been worked up from a good workout, was butter to my knife, so to speak, as I fucked her. Her sex was as hot as an iron on my shaft, and I could tell from both of our moans, that climaxing was imminent.

Sure enough, Spitfire moans of pleasure turned to screams of a climax, as we both contracted their pelvic muscles and came furiously. I allowed Soarin to orgasm too, but I let Fleetfoot be. I was going to make sure she had some fun.

We all slumped to the ground, exhausted from round one. I thought of how we’d conduct ourselves for round two. I got it. Still laying down, I gave the next bout of positions.

“Soarin,” I told him, “‘sit’ on my cock.” He did so without question, his sweaty anus going as easily over my penis as Spitfire’s vagina did with mine.

“That’s good,” I pleasurably groaned. “Spitfire, suck Soarin’s dick.” Spitfire crouched down and wrapped her mouth around her teammate’s member. “Fleetfoot, you don’t mind another eating out session, do you?”

“Of course not,” she answered. She flew over and sat firmly on my face.

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

Soarin shifted upwards, pulling at my cock while his went deeper into Spitfire’s mouth. He sat back down, pushing my foreskin down and moving his dick a little bit out of Spitfire’s throat. I continued to wiggle my tongue inside Fleetfoot. I was sure not to be too rough, or her she would cum before I could really penetrate her.

Spitfire moaned happily as she tasted Soarin’s cock, which was currently caked with his own semen and my shit from the first round. My own dick felt great inside Soarin’s asshole. I felt great as I jizzed into him, lying back down to let Spitfire and Soarin get done.

“Hey,” he addressed me. “Would you like an autograph?”

Soarin spun around with my dick still planted inside his ass, while his dick now laid on my stomach. He came all over my chest and chin, some of his semen splashing onto Fleetfoot as well.

“Ready for round three?” I asked.

I began to rut Fleetfoot with my penis this time while Soarin and Spitfire had sex next to us. Having played with her two times already, it took mere seconds for Fleetfoot to cum. I laid down, panting, feeling like I had gotten the best workout of my life. I sat back up and just watched as Spitfire was rutted by Soarin. Unlike me, after they came, they stood up and walked to Fleetfoot, who was standing strongly as well.

I guess they must be used to having sex at this caliber

“Where are the others,” I asked, getting the strength to get up.

“They didn’t come today,” said Spitfire.

Damn straight, they didn’t cum.

“The three of us just came to practice a tricky maneuver. Why? Did you want more to come?”

“It’s not that. It’s just that this is my final turn before the big boss, and I’m eager to face him, or her.”

“No way!” they all said. “No one’s ever made it that far!”

“Except for me, I guess. Anyways, I’m going back now. Good luck with your show.”

“Thanks,” said Spitfire.

She jumped towards me, her pussy headed towards my face. Once she mounted me like a facehugger alien, I felt my body sucked through her canal and found myself back into my room. What I saw standing there frightened me.