No-Clop November 2017

Nightmare Night, Part 3

A few minutes later, two dozen some creatures were squeezed into the cutie map chamber, a few lucky early arrivals seated in the thrones around the table despite the protests of their proper owners, and the rest lining the wall around it. The clock on the wall was ticking down the final ten minutes to the end of Nightmare Night (well, the formal end of it anyway, the party was still in full swing and would likely stay that way for a couple more hours at least), and at five minutes to midnight, Twilight Sparkle took her seat at the head of the table and knocked a hoof on it like a gavel to call the room to order.

“Thanks everypony, for taking a break from the party for a quick chat,” Twilight said to the small crowd gathered around the map table. “Are we all here?”

“No, hang on, we’re missing that neon Bambi guy,” Sunset pointed out.

“Who, Thorax?”

“I know I saw him at the party…”

“What’s a Bambi?”

“I’m here! I’m here, sorry!” Thorax shouted, stumbling through the doors and shutting them behind him. He did his best to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary, but he was failing miserably given that there was an obvious smear of lipstick staining his sheepish smile and a dribble of semen leaking from his half-erect, stallion-style cock.

Trixie snickered loudly at him. “Getting a last-minute quickie in?”

“…Ponies around here are really friendly,” Thorax answered as diplomatically as possible, though the room erupted in laughter anyway.

“Alright, alright, settle down everypony,” Twilight eventually called out. “If King Thorax is done feeding on some hot, fresh love--”

A few more snickers and giggles broke out and Thorax rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile.

“--we can get down to business. So!” Twilight clapped her front hooves together. “Welcome to year two, everyone! I’m sure you’re all familiar with the rules at this point, but since we have some new faces this year, here’s a quick review anyway. As of midnight tonight, your challenge is to endure the entire month of November without--”

“Flicking the bean? Watering the garden? Chilling and--”

“Pinkie Pie for heaven’s sake you did that bit already!” Rarity hissed.

“Oh yeah! Whoops! Never mind, carry on Twilight!”

“…Right. As I was saying, to successfully complete the challenge, you must make it to December first without achieving sexual climax. Of course, it wouldn’t be terribly interesting if we all just locked ourselves in our rooms for a month, so just to be clear, prodding and teasing each other is allowed. Dare I say, encouraged, even. But beware, the more you tease, the higher the odds you might just be teased back…”

Sweetie Belle squirmed and shrunk in her seat slightly.

“…Now of course, you can always say no,” Twilight carried on. “Consent matters, so anything that happens against your will, including wet dreams, won’t count. Otherwise, sexy outfits, bumping and grinding, shamelessly gratuitous displays of arousal… it’s all fair game. Stroke off right to the edge, even, if you think it’ll cool you off. But whatever you do, take care not to overwhelm yourself in the process, because barring those two exceptions, if you cum, you lose.”

“And I suppose this is all still on some kind of easily abused honor system?” Ember asked, a skeptical frown on her face.

“You saying you cheated your way in last year?” Rainbow swiftly prodded.

“What?! No, of course not! Take that back, featherbrain!”

“Hah, easy, easy, just joking!”

“But a fair question, Ember,” Twilight said with a nod. “Of course I trust all of you to play honestly… well, almost all of you…”

Discord smirked. “Love you too, Princess Twiggles.”

“…But just as insurance… and a little extra fun for anyone who wants to enjoy a good show… Pinkie, a little ‘dramatic reveal’ flair?”

Pinkie Pie produced a snare drum from the aether as Twilight lit her horn and fired a spell at the cutie map, and as Pinkie kicked off an expert drum roll, the map flared to life with a massive, three-dimensional projection of the very room they were all standing around in.

A cymbal crashed from… somewhere.

“Gentlemen… BEHOLD!”

“Thank you Pinkie.”

“You’re welcome!”

“Holy crap, is that… us?” Starlight asked.

“It is!” Twilight replied, beaming. Indeed, the 3D screen over the cutie map was packed full of not just the room itself, but also miniature versions of everyone in the room, moving perfectly in time with their counterparts.

“Oh, I get it!” Sunset gasped suddenly. “It’s like live TV!”

“Exactly!” Twilight agreed. “I’ve enchanted this map to passively maintain a scrying spell on everyone who stamped our little ‘contract,’ hehe… don’t worry, it’s not going to actively spy on your every moment. You can still bathe and use the toilet and write personal letters and break your diets with ice cream binges in peace and privacy. This particular version of the spell will only become active under certain… special conditions…”

Sunburst raised a slightly shaky hoof. “Uh, is this the part where you explain why you made us all stamp it with, um… o-our, uh…?”

“Love honey?” Pinkie offered. “Baby batter? Brotein? Happy juices? Name-brand creamy goo? Personalized genetic material? Spunk, squirt, semen, jizz, high-pressure ejaculations?!”

Everyone stared at Pinkie for a long, silent moment.

Pinkie simply shrugged. “What? It was cum. We were all thinking it.”

“Thank you, Pinkie, for pushing through that barrier,” Twilight finally said, chuckling a little. “And yes, Sunburst. This is why I had you all do that. By stamping in to this particular scrying spell with your unique sexual fluids, what will make the spell activate - and thus put you up on display and archive the moment in recording crystals for anyone who wants to watch - is the moment any of you approach the point of no return.”

Twilight looked back at Ember, who was blushing horribly now. “So, to answer your original question, Ember, if somebody - ah-heh, excuse me - when somebody gives in and clops out…” She tapped a hoof proudly on the table. “They won’t be able to hide it. It’ll all be right here for everyone to see.”

Again the room fell into silence for a moment, but thankfully a much shorter one this time.

“Twilight?” Rainbow spoke up, her wings at full extension. “…That’s really friggin’ hot.”

“Hehe, I know, right?!”

“Never would have pegged Sparkle for a voyeur…” Trixie muttered. “…Wait, yes I would, what am I talking about?”

“And what if we don’t wanna be on display like that?” Ember growled.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted something better than the honor system?” Rainbow asked.

“Well… I mean, yes, but… that… grrr, I said shut up, wingnut!”

Rainbow just laughed at her, but Twilight gave Ember a reassuring smile instead. “Don’t worry, Ember, no one outside this room is going to see it.” Twilight paused, and then gave her a teasing giggle of her own. “And since you’re here at all, you’re already willing to fuck everyone in this room, so…”

Ember merely crossed her arms and huffed. “…Hmph.”

“And on that note…” Twilight looked back at the rest of the congregation, which was suddenly alive and excited and buzzing with anticipation as they sensed what was coming. “I hope all of you try your best to make it to the end of the challenge, because as you should all know by now, the grand prize is, of course, an exclusive--”

Rarity gave a pleasant, full-body shudder.

“--all day--”

Fluttershy quivered and clamped her thighs together.

“--winners only--”

Rainbow pumped a hoof and grinned.

“--orgy.”

Cheers and stomping hooves filled the room immediately.

“Woohoo!”

“Yee-haw!”

“Yay…”

“Wheeeeeeeeee! Sex party!” Pinkie’s party cannon materialized between her hind legs and fired, bombing the room with a flurry of dick-shaped confetti.

“Hehe, yes, it’s all very enticing, but remember you have to make it there first,” Twilight repeated. “Anyway, I think that’s everything! Thanks for the meeting, everypony, we can all head back to the party now, and--”

BONG

BONG

The castle filled with the echoes of twelve heavy chimes, and at the same time the display on the map table was gone, swirling away into nothingness and replaced by an enormous counter, which immediately began ticking away:

30d 0h 0m 0s

29d 23h 59m 59s

29d 23h 59m 58s

29d 23h 59m 57s

29d 23h 59m 56s

“…--and with that,” Twilight finished, “good luck to all of you, and try to last longer than my sister in law did.”

“She’s right. I’m bad at this game.”

Everyone giggled along with Cadance, but it was a different laughter this time. Excited still, yes, but with a vague undertone of tension as well. No Clop November was no longer just an entertaining thought exercise.

The challenge was real.

Their fate was sealed.

The game was on.