The Game

I was about to pick up the dice when I remembered something. My crotch was caked with, well, cake. I decided to throw my boxers in the laundry hamper in my room. I then jumped into the shower, letting the warm water flow over my skin. It was nice to take a small break. I went to reach up to get the shampoo to scrub my pastry filled pubes when I felt something wet and flexible penetrate my ass. I then felt a hand around my penis as it began to jerk me off. The hand was much like a lion’s paw. Knowing who it was, I kicked behind me, pushing Discord off of me and removing his tongue from my ass. He then spat my shit from his mouth into my sink.

“You know,” he said, “that was not a very good flavor. You should consider changing your diet. Perhaps more fruits, vegetables… or nuts!” Discord leapt towards me. He then shoved his ballsack into my mouth. Having had enough with his rape attempts, I clamped down hard on his genitals. Discord didn’t even scream. He just convulsed in pain. He even used the toilet to vomit.

“Fine you little shit,” scowled Discord. “If that’s how you want it, I’m going to make one of your harder missions happen next. Have fun, you cunt.” Then, poof. He vanished. I finished my shower and flushed the toilet. I then brushed my teeth with half a tube of toothpaste to get the taste of Discord out of my mouth.

I went downstairs with a fresh pair of boxer shorts (I decided to go shirtless from this point forward). Deciding to get this harder mission out of the way, I rolled the dice. Eleven.

Excellent.

The text appeared. Oh my gee, oh my gosh. You’ll be doing Big Macintosh.

“What the fu-” I was hurled into the board.
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I woke up on Sweet Apple Acres in a bale of hay. I watched as Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Apple Bloom ran up to me.

“Howdy partner,” said Applejack.

“Who’s turn is it?” I pointed at the red stallion. Big Macintosh got looks from everyone.

“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh. Applejack and Apple Bloom gave Big Mac and I some space.

Immediately, Big Macintosh sat down next to me, feeling dejected.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Nnope.”

I need to ask more direct questions.

“What’s wrong?” I asked instead.

“Well,” he answered, “I have a reputation around town. They call me The Ender. That means I’m usually the last pony that someone sees when they quit or fail.”

“I guess the problem is that all these people expect to come here and screw the mares and become turned off when they’re sleeping with a stallion, right?”

“Eeyup.”

“Well, guess what?”

“What?” I leaned into him, and cupped my mouth around his ear and whispered the two words that made him happier than ever:

“I’m bisexual.”

Yes, I’m bi. I don’t just jerk off to the mares. I also find myself getting stiffies for Shining Armor, Braeburn, and the stallion sitting next to me. Either way, Big Macintosh practically jumped onto me to hug me. I rubbed his back. I realized that this was where I wanted to begin.

“Hey, Big Mac?”

“Eeyup?”

“Do you mind if I… cuddle with you? It’s something I always wanted to do actually.” Big Mac smiled.

“Eeyup.”

Big Mac got off of me and made a pile of hay to connect to the one I was laying in, forming a large bed. Big Mac then got down and laid on his side. I got up and spooned him. I wrapped my arm around Big Mac’s torso, rubbing my hand over his ribcage. I then moved to his shoulders and massaged them, pressing hard with my thumb and circling around. I could see over Big Mac’s waist that his erection began to come out, anticipating the intercourse. I then wrapped my arms over Big Mac’s tummy and rubbed gently with my hand.

Sometimes, my fingers would brush against his cock, so I decided to stop playing. I massaged the base of his penis with my hand, which I barely managed to fit my hand around. I could feel Big Mac’s boner stiffening even more. It even got my penis to become hard. I then cradled his balls with my hands, which Big Mac seemed to enjoy. I had to get up for the next part, I ran my fingers from his balls down his guche. Big Mac could hardly contain himself. I then encircled my fingers around his asshole. Having enough with the teasing, Big Mac whipped his tail at my face. I then dug my finger straight into his anus.

Big Mac began panting. He then contracted and pushed the muscles in his rump, giving my finger the impression that his anus was sucking it. From what I felt, Big Mac was a natural. I couldn’t take the excitement anymore, I took my finger out and pulled down my pants. Big Mac was first disappointed that I had stopped, but got excited again at the sight of my erect cock. I then wasted no time in plunging my penis into Big Mac’s ass. Big Mac continued to “suck” with his asshole. I hated to admit it, but the feeling of Big Macintosh’s asshole around my penis was even better than the insides of the mares’ vaginas. I wanted to thrust some, but I was stopped by Big Mac.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,” he said. “Just sit tight. The pleasure’s all mine.” Big Mac continued to work my penis until at long last, I finally came. Big Mac stopped sucking and let me pull my still hard penis out of his ass.

I felt bad for Big Macintosh, since he didn’t have a chance to cum. My ass and my mouth were too small for Big Mac’s boner to fit, so I figured I try and do my best. I stuck my finger inside Big Macintosh’s asshole, and then two fingers, until I began to work my hand and then my arm all the way inside Big Mac’s anal cavity. I then felt around until I found the prostate.

I began massaging the prostate with one hand while jerking off Big Mac with the other. Big Mac rolled onto his back to make it easier for me. The combination of his massaged prostate and the upward and downward motion of his penis was finally making the red stallion cum. His penis convulsed as a fountain of semen shot up into the air and rained down upon us. If I was going to have a male partner in the future, there was a chance I would need to know what semen tasted like. Without holding my breath, I licked a gob of semen from my hand. Strangely enough (at least, not for this world), his semen tasted like granny smith apples, though not sour at all and had a strong hint of yeast. I then tried some of my own semen that I pulled from Big Mac’s ass. It was the same except for the apple taste.

“Don’t worry,” said Big Mac, “I got the rest.” Big Mac then licked all of the semen off of me. Once I was good as new, I cuddled with Big Mac for about a half an hour.

After putting my boxers back on, I told Big Mac I had to go. Big Mac thanked me for being “the only one” and then hugged me. I then stuck my face into his asshole and was sucked up back to my house. Discord was waiting looking incredibly frustrated.

“Ha!” I laughed. “You didn’t think I went that way, did you?”

“Oh really?” asked Discord. “Do you go this way?” He handed me the dice. I rolled them. 5. I moved another five spaces. The text appeared. Here’s a pony you want to be with. The sweet and luscious Granny Smith.

“Oh FU-!” I was whisked back into the board.