Author's Note

Features: non-sexual violence, sexy outfits, limbless male on female in bondage

(Sexy) Games Ponies Play part 1

Spike the dragon and Big Macintosh the big macintosh lay in bed.

Unlike what you’d expect from two individuals, one of which was a pony transformed into a super pony sex machine, and another was a dragon who was fairly well-aware of his status as that worked, they were not doing anything lewd. They were instead reading an ad in the latest product catalog from Enchanted Comics in Canterlot, which described the features of the latest in interactive entertainment.

“Features a fully interactive, adaptable gameworld, with full sensory feedback and responsiveness. Our new, highly sophisticated, automated magical oubliette overseer adapts the experience for what you want, detected by the game itself with cutting edge magics. Lose yourself in whatever game you’d want, as an hour of in-game time corresponds to mere seconds.”

“Eyup.”

They were both practically drooling at the sound of it all, waving their feet and hooves aimlessly in the air as they did.

“I’m a senior wizard at Celestia School For Gifted Unicorns, and I couldn’t believe that this wasn’t a genius loci, says one player.”

“... Eyup?”

“Limited, special edition. Only available while supplies last.”

They both stared at this final line, as if it was an epitaph for their dreams.

Twilight Sparkle walked down the hallways of Canterlot Castle, with a package under her arm, containing the latest Ogres & Oubliettes kit from Enchanted Comics.

Spike had been a true sweetheart, putting up with all the sexual frustration unintentionally caused by her and her friends, and deserved something nice.

She entered the gardens, nodding at the royal guards saluting her and smiling at them. After she had passed, they both smiled serenely, because Twilight Sparkle was a pretty mare, who was then transformed into a stately and fit alicorn princess, and kept all her prettiness in addition to her sexual beauty, and was then transformed into an incredibly voluptous living sex doll, managed to magic herself to look normal, bombastic bodaciousness notwhitstanding, and then put an illusion on herself and her fellow living sex dolls to make ponies not really think it to be anything unusual about any sexual elements of her appearance or behavior, even when taken to scandalous levels, both to not absolutely ruin her image within two days, and to help ponies function in the proximity of her supreme sexiness, perfect skin, sensual curvature, bouncing breasts, and so on, which no amount of clothes seemed to be able to conceal.

Life still threw some curveballs her way, but she and her friends engaged in healthy, and very active, sexual relations, and what had started out as a curse made them functionally immortal. Life was as good as the weather. It was excellent.

She rounded some walls covered by meticulously cared for clinging vines, vibrant and healthy, to a small corner which was one of Celestia’s little hideaways.

“Twilight!” Pinkie Pie called, and waved enthusiastically at her.

There, in front of her, all her friends, and Princess Celestia, were seated.

“Oh, is everyone here already? Hello, Prince- I mean, Celestia. Is day court over?”

“It is, my dear Twilight, finally.”

“What did you think of the upgrades?”

“Magnificent,” Celestia said, and held out her hand in front of her eyes, where she willed it to turn from flesh into rubber. “You have outdone yourself once again.”

Twilight blushed, as her friends all nodded in agreement. Her latest advancement in turning the horrific curse they had been exposed to into a blessing enabled them to shift back and forth between a flesh-like exterior and what was now their true exterior. Their limbs and horns were still artificial constructs however, even as they matched the appearance of the rest of their bodies.

Rarity put down her teacup. “What is that you have there, Twilight?”

“Oh, it’s a present for Spike,” she said, and held up the box. “It’s for Ogres and Oubliettes. It’s a game that he and Big Mac play…”

“Really?” Applejack asked, in a confused voice.

“... And enables one to play it out in a magical, virtual world, like that book he got from Enchanted Comics, which is where I got this.”

Her friends stared blankly at her.

“You know, that time we got pulled into a fake world by Spike’s comic?” she said.

“Oooh! Yeah, that was fun!” Pinkie said, bobbing up and down where she sat, causing her breasts to bounce.

Rainbow Dash had perked up at that. “Yeah! What, it’s like that comic, but it’s a game?”

“I think so,” Twilight said, and turned the box around to look at the back. “Includes the starter adventure The Return of King Sombra.”

Celestia’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh really now?”

“Uhm… let’s see.” Twilight gently opened the box of the game, and retrieved several thick books, some thinner pamphlets, a bag of dice, and some blank forms.

She found a blurb on the back of one of the books, and set to reading, barely noticing how Pinkie Pie had snatched up several of the books and the dice, and was quickly scanning through the contents.

“Aha, here we go… a hundred years after the dark king was defeated by Celestia, Equestria is a land desperately trying to rebuild itself.”

Celestia hummed, a bit skeptical.

“But in the shadows, cultists are trying to resurrect their dark lord.”

“No they were not.”

“In a time of swords and strife-”

“No it was not.”

“... Ponies lived in fear, and now, even their princess has been captured.”

Celestia’s head dipped slightly in exasperation.

“Join the hunt to save the fair Princess Celestia from the clutches of the evil king. Become a hero. Become, pause, a legend.”

“Awesome!” Rainbow Dash said. “Let’s try it now!”

Rarity turned to Celestia. “Are they allowed to use your likeness like that?”

“Yes, an anti-censorship bloc lobbied for exceptions for immortals regarding portrayal in art some… four hundred years ago, I believe.”

In the background, Pinkie was rolling dice and consulting charts and tables, while filling out forms with what would be considered a frantic pace by anypony else. She gasped, drawing everypony’s attention for a moment, before they went back to the discussion.

“I don’t know… I’m not sure we should play it now,” Twilight said. “It feels a little rude to give somepony a used gift.”

“What, are you afraid you’re gonna leave fingerprints on it?” Rainbow said. “You’re made of rubber, Twilight, you don’t leave dirt on things.”

“Well… what do you girls think?”

She looked at Rarity, expecting her to have the strongest opinion on the subject of gifts, but Rarity’s eyes were glued on the front of the box, depicting handsome and powerful-looking ponies dressed in stylish adventuring getups.

“What…? Oh, well… Rainbow Dash does have a point, darling, and… well, it doesn’t hurt to… inspect it first. The disappointment of providing a faulty gift… “

“Hmm… I suppose you’re right,” Twilight said, and put the book down on the table. “Uhm… Pinkie… what are you doing?”

“Making you guys, of course!” Pinkie said. “This is fun!”

“So what do you do in this?” Fluttershy asked.

“You go on awesome adventures?” Rainbow said, with the confidence of ignorance.

“Adventures? Uhm… can they be nice adventures?”

“Yer joinin’ us, Princess?” Appplejack asked.

“I’m not sure. I only have some time before-”

“Ooh!” Pinkie said, cutting Celestia off. “It says here that time moves faster in the game world than the real world.”

“That would help,” Celesita admitted.

“Yes, now how do you… start this…?” Twilight said, poking the board inside.

As if hearing her, there was a bright flash, and the world around them vanished.

Or rather, they vanished from the world.

In a cozy hideaway in Canterlot Castle’s gardens, where guards rarely inspected, steam gently rose from a few teacups on a small table, a magical game set lying beside it. It looked as if several ponies had just been here, but there was nopony in sight.

In a sunlit clearing, the sound of six girls landing in a pile could be heard.

“Whoa! What happened!?” Pinkie Pie said, picking her head up and looking around.

“Hey, Flutters, not that they’re not great, but can you get your boobs out of my face?” Rainbow Dash asked, her voice muffled.

“Oh, sorry.”

The six ponies sorted themselves out of the pile, and started picking themselves up on their hooves.

“What in Celestia’s name happened?” Applejack asked, looking around.

“Was that you teleporting us, Twilight?” Rarity asked.

“No, I didn’t teleport,” Twilight said. “I need to know where I’m going, and I don’t know any place as dark as this.”

Twilight’s friends were about to react to that strange remark, when they were distracted by Rainbow’s words. “Whoa… what are we wearing?”

They looked at themselves, and each other, in alarm and fascination.

Adorning their bodies were clothes that many ponies would’ve loved to walk around in if the social consequences weren’t so dire, even in open and tolerant Equestria.

A common theme among the outfits was that they were essentially dressed in underwear, a thin silken robe, or hotpants and extra small tube tops, or a leotard, but with pieces and patches of armor and equipment- a sash here, a tasset there, a set of throwing knives strapped over a thigh, strategically strapped to them to give the impression of more clothes than they were actually wearing.

And of course six pairs of extremely stylish and sexy thigh high boots and socks, with some cloaks.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash’s clothes were stretched extra thin over their curvy forms. Rainbow had a studded leather corset over her belly, a thin tube top covering her breasts, as well as a belt with two swords hanging from it. She hadn’t yet noticed the lack of wings on her back.

Pinkie had a cloak and what looked like a mix between a corset and a tiny vest which was far, far too small to be closed over her breasts, and the attempt to do so anyway with pieces of string just further accentuated her curves along with the strap that held her lute on her back along with her tambourines, all strapped over a silken shirt that just barely qualified as covering.

Applejack wore, in addition to smaller pieces of armor here and there, a metal breastplate over a tabard, the lower part hung over her crotch, which promised everyone around her to reveal what was underneath the moment she did something other than walk calmly across even ground, which was a slightly intimidating prospect with the authoritative two handed sword held in one hand.

Rarity was dressed the most sensibly, but in no ways not eye-catching. A dark, body-hugging, and just barely opaque suit padded here and there, with a very low neckline, a matching cloak, and a rapier hanging from her side.

Fluttershy was wearing what might at one point have been a very short dress, thigh high socks, and a cloak, before someone stylishly cut them into threads, and stitched it together with significantly less material to work with, giving the impression that, despite looking as well-groomed as ever, Fluttershy had lived rough for a long time, and only barely had enough clothes left to cover her breasts and crotch, although a gash over one breast threatened to expose her nipple at any time. A gnarly staff completed the look.

Twilight, who was back to being a unicorn, had a staff as well, hers being expertly carved by contrast, and matched her corset and short skirt underneath her billowing cape. Her hood was up, and pulled down to cover her eyes, which also drew attention to how her horn was missing.

“What are we wearing, and where are we? Is everypony here?”

Rainbow quickly looked around. “Uhm, no, the princess, Celestia I mean, isn’t here.”

“How can you tell?” Twilight asked, before sitting up straight. “Wait! The… the book, it was about rescuing the princess! Did… we start the game?”

“That might explain the outfits,” Applejack noted. “Who picked these?”

“What outfits?” Twilight demanded impatiently.

“Uhm… I did.”

Everypony turned to look at Pinkie smiling sheepishly where she was sitting on the grass.

“What?”

“I just made some characters while you guys were talking about the game,” Pinkie explained. “There were charts and numbers and rules and everything, so I just filled in the boxes, wrote some backstories, and… that’s us, now.”

“So, uhm… who are we?” Fluttershy asked.

“Well, Twilight is a countess and Princess Celestia’s personal student. She got hit by King Sombra’s followers in the face which petrified her eyes and forehead, and made her horn fall off. Bummer.”

“What!?” Twilight shouted.

“Rainbow is the last Shadowbolt that remained before Celestia banished Nightmare Moon, which means Fluttershy is her servant, since she was magically enslaved to the Shadowbolts.”

“What!?” Fluttershy echoed Twilight.

Rainbow, meanwhile, just gave Fluttershy a smarmy look. “Ey. Not bad.”

“But before Rainbow had the evilness pulled out of her she lost her wings,” Pinkie Pie added.

“What!?” Rainbow Dash said, and jumped up to try and feel her own back.

“Applejack is a farmer who lost her arm when cultists attacked her farm.”

“Wha-” Applejack said, and lifted up the remains of her left arm for inspection before slumping down again “-oh, what was I expecting?”

“And Rarity is Twilight’s personal concubine.”

“What!? I… actually, that doesn’t sound so bad,” Rarity noted.

“And who are you?” Applejack asked Pinkie, pointing at her with an armored arm-stump.

“Oh, I’m just a traveling minstrel who joined you guys because it seemed fun.”

“‘course you are.”

“Pinkie!” Twilight exclaimed. “Why did you make me blind?”

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “And where are my wings!?”

Pinkie Pie just giggled. “Because you were too good, sillies! There’s a point system, and if you wanted to be as strong as you’re used to, something else had to go. There were charts and tables, and I rolled some dice and… well, that’s what I ended up on. Twilight lost her eyes and her horn, and Rainbow lost her wings.”

“Let me get this straight… in order to make me keep my magic power… you removed my horn?” Twilight said.

“Yeah. Bummer, right?”

“That… that’s…!” Twilight started, before deflating. “This isn’t permanent, right?”

Pinkie shrugged. “It probably is in the game, I don’t know. Not outside it though.”

Twilight stood up. “Good.”

Rarity immediately stood up and offered Twilight her arm. “Mistress! Allow me!”

Twilight let herself be guided by Rarity, and smiled in the vague direction of her servant. “Thank you. I will need some help now.”

“Those fiends have taken mistress' eyes!” Rarity lamented. “I will be here for you, Lady Sparkle.”

“Wow, you took right to that, didn’t you?” Rainbow raised an eyebrow.

“Shush, darling. I mean, silence, peasant, until lady Sparkle has need of you.”

“Rarity, be kind to our allies,” Twilight gently admonished, and then paused from her own words. “Wow. Yeah, it really comes easy. Try it, Rainbow.”

“Of course, mistress,” Rarity said, and turned to Rainbow with a hint of resignation. “I apologize, brave warrior.”

Applejack stood up, and managed to insert her big sword into the scabbard on her back with one smooth movement. She whistled at her own display of skill and precision. “Gotta say, that’s mighty devious of ya, Pinkie. Ah really feel like giving them fiends that did this to me the what-for, even though you’re the one who decided it.”

“If you’d filled out that sheet before Pinkie did, you wouldn’t be in that situation,” Rainbow said, as the rest of them stood up.

“Well now ain’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Applejack said, her eyes narrowing.

Rainbow Dash waved her words away. “Your big thing is your legs and you still have those.”

“Uh oh,” Pinkie said, as she retrieved some papers from inside her tube top. “Rainbow Dash is Abrasive and Applejack is Easily Offended.”

“You got that right!” they both said in unison, pointing at each other, which made them face each other again with fire in their eyes. “That’s it!” they yelled, and drew their weapons.

“PVP! PVP!” Pinkie yelled excitedly, as Applejack and Rainbow Dash locked their swords, Rainbow crossing her smaller blades to hold off Applejack’s larger one.

The others rushed to pull Applejack and Rainbow away from each other.

“No, mistress!” Fluttershy said to Rainbow.

“Save it for the enemy!” Twilight grunted.

“Or just make out already!” Pinkie chimed it.

They managed to pry the two fighters apart, who took a few breaths before sheathing their blades while huffing.

“That was strange,” Twilight said. “I… could tell what was happening.”

“That’s because you’ve got an ability that lets you fight invisible opponents, or while blind, so you can tell what people are doing so long as they’re fighting,” Pinkie explained. “Pretty neat, huh?”

“It was strange, but… yes, I supposed it’s neat.”

“May I see, mistress?” Rarity asked, and gently touched the hood that hung over Twilight’s eyes.

“Sure. I mean, uh, you may, dear Rarity.”

Rarity gently lifted Twilight’ hood, making the others gasp in shock.

“Is it that bad?” Twilight asked, worried.

“Uhm… no, actually,” Fluttershy asked.

“Nah, that was in-character of us. Our characters are just sad by what’s happened to you, Twi. Your character that is.”

“Looks pretty good, to be honest,” Applejack said.

“Yeah, kinda cool, like being part-statue,” Rainbow said, nodding critically.

“You’re still beautiful, mistress.”

Twilight’s eyes, and her eyelids, were gray, and made of stone. Luckily, her eyebrows were still mobile, allowing her to express emotions unhindered.

“At least that’s something,” she conceded. “So… what do we do now?”

“You’re the leader,” Rainbow Dash said, shrugging.

“I am?”

“You’re a noble, you know the princess, who we are supposed to rescue, and Rarity and Rainbow Dash, and by extension Fluttershy, are sworn to follow you, and Applejack and I follow your lead too,” Pinkie Pie listed up

“Ah guess Ah am,” Applejack nodded.

“Oh uh, alright then, perhaps we should… make camp for the night?” Twilight suggested.

Twilight’s friends looked around the clearing.

“It’s the middle of the day,” Rainbow noted.

“Is it? It’s so dark” Twilight said to herself, and blushed. “Okay, uhm… we… should march on, and… gather clues?”

“What way, mistress?”

“Uhm… let’s… follow the sun?”

The ponies around her murmured their agreement, and slowly started marching over the roots and through the underbrush.

Twilight heard them starting to walk away, and took a careful step forward, almost tripping as she stepped on an extra large pine cone.

“Uhm… help?”

The six friends walked on through the bright, shiny day in late spring, through meadows and woods, over rivers and along lakes.

“At least the view is nice,” Fluttershy noted, before stopping herself. “Oh... sorry, Twilight.”

“It’s okay,” Twilight said, being led by her hand by Rarity. “I have to admit this is kind of exciting. I wish I could study the magic of this place. Shining Armor would be thrilled.”

“Yeah it’s nice and all, but what are we actually supposed to do?” Rainbow asked.

“Save the princess,” Applejack said. “Ya heard Twilight, Celestia gone and gotten captured.”

“Yeah, but how do we do that?” Rainbow asked. “Where do we go?”

“We should probably visit that village,” Pinkie Pie suggested, pointing down the ridge they had been walking along for about a minute.

“How did we miss that?” Rainbow Dash asked, making Twilight raise her eyebrows in her general direction.

“What do we do when we get there?” Twilight asked.

“Silly! You’re the leader, you decide,” Pinkie said, encouragingly. “But since you ask, we should probably go to the inn and tavern, they’ll have a place that’s both.”

Twilight cocked her head. “Is this really the time for a drink?”

“It’s not just for getting a drink,” Pinkie explained. “We’re adventurers, we offer our might to people in need, and the tavern is where the villagers meet, so anypony with problems will go there to look for help, and we’ll have something to do while we wait. We can also show how tough we are by carousing, so people will know to ask us. We can also rest there between adventures.”

The others nodded, engrossed by this flawless logic.

“Uhm, very well, to the village yonder, brave companions, let us… uhm, visit their tavern,” Twilight said, and pointed her staff at a random hill, before Rarity helped her aim in the right direction.

The village was a fairly simple affair. Clean and orderly log and brick houses growing outward from a crossroad, with some orchards and garden patches here and there.

However, unlike Ponyville, there were no friendly faces to greet them. There was nopony greeting them at all.

“You think this place is abandoned?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“There’s smoke coming from the chimneys,” Fluttershy pointed out.

“Good eye but- sorry, Twilight,” Applejack said, looking sheepish.

“That’s okay, but what does it look like?”

“The place looks empty. Sumin’ feels off ‘bout this.”

“I hear something,” Twilight said, gripping her staff and angling her ears. “Shouting. Stallions who sound annoyed.”

“Psst!” someone hissed at them from the side.

They turned their heads and five of them saw a stallion peering at them from the doors to a cellar. “Come here! Get out of sight!” he hissed at them.

Rarity helped Twilight as they scurried over to the stallion, who carefully opened the door so that they could hurry down into the cellar with him, quietly.

In the low light of the chamber, they saw a dozen scared ponies looking at them worriedly.

“Travelers, eh? You picked a bad time to visit Pleasant,” the stallion said. “Who are you?”

The six friends looked at each other, before Rainbow Dash stepped up, holding out her chest.

“I’m Rainbow Dash, wonderbolt and swordfighter, and this is Twilight Sparkle, the princess’ student, and you’re looking at the six most capable and dangerous ponies you’re ever gonna lay your eyes on.”

“Sshhhh!” the villagers all hissed, before they let the words sink in.

“The Princess’ student?” one of the mares said, and nudged another, particularly nervous-looking mare, with a cream colored mane and light brown body. “Hear that, Sweet? They could help.”

Sweet looked up at the six friends, and stood up. “You have to help me, please! They have my son!” She grabbed Applejack’s hand, and looked imploringly in her eyes.

“Who do?” Applejack asked, when Twilight spoke up, a little disoriented.

“Wait, back up, what’s going on here?”

“It’s bandits,” the stallion said. “I’m Mayor Pickaxe, and you’ve arrived in our fair town just as bandits are rampaging through the place.”

“Say no more! We’ll help!” Pinkie Pie said, making the villagers hush her again.

“Actually, do say some more,” Twilight said. “Where are they and what are they doing?”

“They’re ransacking the town, currently at Sweet’s Inn. Her lad tried to stop them, but all that got him was a beating, then they dragged him off somewhere,” the mayor explained.

“We have to stop em!” Applejack hissed urgently.

The mayor stepped back to take in the group in the dim light. “Yeah… with only one princess, a busy one at that, we can’t count on the royal guard to help us. We’ll certainly take your help. You look like you’ve been in fights before, but are you sure you can still do it?” he asked Applejack in particular.

“Hmm? Oh,” Applejack said, and waved her arm stump as she rolled her shoulder. “Yeah, reckon ah can.”

“What else should we know?” Twilight asked.

“My son, Iron Sand” the attractive mare said. “He’s strong but he’s barely a stallion! He can’t fight all those… those monsters! You have to help him! He’s got my colors, only with blonde mane!”

“We promise,” Applejack said, solemnly, and squeezed Sweet’s hand.

“There’s about ten of them at the inn. They’ve split up, one group went out of town with a cart loaded with food and a barrel of beer, and young Iron, probably to make him cook it for them. The others are still here, probably to make sure we don’t try something.”

The six heroes, playing soon-to-be heroes, nodded to each other, and snuck out of the cellar again. “Stay out of sight,” Applejack ordered them.

They snuck around a corner, and gathered in a circle.

“What do we do?” Rarity asked.

“Ah think we should split up,” Applejack said. “Ya’ll take the back door or windows or somesuch, while I kick down the front doors.”

“No, we don’t split up, that’s a terrible idea,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Oh yeah? What do you know ‘bout fightin?”

“I am a Shadowbol- I mean, Wonderbolt, in real life that is, so I know that Twilight probably knows best.”

“I do?” Twilight asked, puzzled.

“Besides Rainbow, you have spent most time around military ponies,” Rarity pointed out.

“Oh, uhm… I guess so. Okay… I think we should move and fight as one, so that we can assist one another.”

“Is that more important than outflanking ‘em?” Applejack asked.

“Flanks, flanks, flanks. That’s all you think about,” Rainbow said.

“I’ll show you a flank.”

“Do it! I’ll tap it.”

Rarity stepped in between them with an exasperated sigh.

Despite being a princess, Twilight wasn’t very comfortable with being a leader, but leading with the consent of her friends was a much more pleasant prospect.

“It’s more important to act quickly and use the element of surprise. Are we all ready?”

“Swords and loins at the ready!” Pinkie said with enthusiasm.

“Wait, I need something to fight with,” Twilight noted.

Applejack reached for a dagger strapped to the lower part of her boot, and rolled her eyes when she realized that she was trying to use her arm stump. “Here, take this,” she said, and held up her leg.

“Uhm?” Twilight said, as she fumbled across the ankle, before finding the dagger. “Oh, thank you. Okay let’s go.”

“How do ya feel, Fluttershy?” Applejack said, as they crept towards the inn.

“Uhm… nervous.”

“Besides that?”

“Uhm… I uh… a little hot. Twilight taking charge is kinda sexy.”

“Really?” Twilight asked, and paused for a second, before Rarity tugged at her cloak and she kept going.

They stopped, and crouched down.

“Are we there?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah, the door is right here,” Rainbow Dash said.

“I can hear them,” Twilight said. “And smell them. There’s a lot of alcohol.”

“Great! Let’s get ‘em!” Rainbow shouted, and kicked down the door.

“Wait! Wha- whatever!” Twilight said, and charged after her.

The six heroes came to a halt just inside the door. A large hall filled with old-timey furniture and decorations had been slightly vandalized by a large group of hooligans, before they had clearly been distracted by the beer barrels behind the bar.

The house, and its content, were all made by hand, but the craftsmanship struck them as exquisite. Except Twilight, who couldn’t see it.

“Whoa!” a mare called out from behind the bar. “Now this is what I’m talking about!”

There were ten of them, dressed in badgered leather jerkins, with studs and belt buckles strapped here and there to perhaps increase their value as armor, perhaps not. All of them looked grim and haggard, but still quite attractive, at least by normal pony standards.

“Buck yeah!” a stallion called out. “Best haul ever! Cold beer, warm food, and some hot babes!”

“Look at dem tiddies!”

The six friends blushed and smiled slightly, before collectively collecting themselves, and straightening up.

The six heroes took a short moment to analyze their feelings. They had all been in fights before, but this was one of the few times they could see violence approaching and not have it forced upon them. That, and the fact that everypony they met here were constructs, just convincing illusions, made them all much comfortable with the prospect. They all nodded to themselves, except Fluttershy, who would’ve preferred to use words, and Twilight, who was angling her head and ears back and forth, trying to figure out as much about the room as possible.

Applejack stepped forward, her sword pointed at the brigands. “Ya’ll surrender now, ya hear, and we’ll maybe be all merciful.”

Her friends bobbed their heads in consideration. Applejack didn’t have the most regal of bearings, but that could have been delivered much worse.

Twilight could hear the scraping sound of swords and axes being collected off the tables.

“I don’t mind a little bit of chase myself,” a dark voice said, darkly.

“…” everyone in the room said at the same time.

“Get em!”

The two sides rushed each other, swords and axes raised high.

The tavern was suddenly filled with the sound of rushing hooves, tables and chairs being thrown out of the way, tankards and plates clattering to the floor, and a big, fake-deadly brawl, with Pinkie Pie laughing and strumming her lute.

Twilight almost jumped as she suddenly knew what everypony was doing.

She sensed a stallion coming towards her, swinging downward with a hatchet towards her face.

Twilight brought up her staff, and stopped the strike cold. She smirked. She was actually fighting while blind. This was cool, and frankly sexy.

She held up her staff, catching the head of the hatchet, and as she locked the weapon, she reached for the dagger that Applejack lent her.

Before she could retrieve it, the stallion threw a punch and caught Twilight square in the muzzle, lifting her off her hooves and knocking her to the floor. Luckily, being a rubber doll meant there was no pain from that, and it just felt exciting, and the tingle of arousal shot through her body.

“Mistress!” Rarity called, and rushed to her beloved’s side, drawing her rapier.

Meanwhile, a powerful sideways swing from Applejack knocked both her and her stallion opponent slightly off-balance. She brought her sword up for an overhead swing, making her enemy go for her leg.

He didn’t have time though, as Applejack’s swing turned out to be a feint, and she struck him between his eyes with the pommel. As he staggered back with a yelp, clutching his face, Applejack swiftly repositioned her blade, and drove it straight through his belly, jerkin and all, making it stick out the other side of him.

A one-eyed earth pony mare rushed her from the side with a woodcutter’s axe held in both hands above her head. Applejack let go of her sword and grabbed the axe in her remaining one.

The mare let go with one hand, and threw a punch on Applejack’s left side, who surprised herself by being able to block the punch with the stump of her left arm.

The muscular farmer pulled the axe downward, throwing her opponent off-balance, and body slamming her hard enough to knock her over.

Applejack heard a pained yell behind her, and turned around to see Rainbow Dash, pulling her sword out of a mare who had snuck up behind Applejack, dagger raised high.

“Eyes open, farm girl,” Rainbow Dash said, smirking, before she noticed Fluttershy being pressed hard by a stallion with a sword. “Ugh, do I have to do everything?”

“Yea-heah!'' she yelled, as she jumped up and then from a table, drop-kicking the stallion, then parrying the sword from yet another opponent as she lay on her back.

With a powerful kick in the shin, she made the mare stagger and prevented her from kicking her first, but before she could use her second sword, an axe came flying across the room, embedding itself into the side of the bandit’s head.

“Hey! She was mine!” she yelled indignantly to Applejack, who was having enough respite to retrieve her sword.

Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was driving her stallion opponent furious with her movements, dancing out of the way out his swings while making spirited and amused sound effects.

“Hoo! Haa! Hoohaha!” she sang, lightly kicking his hooves as he lunged, then jumping up on a table and dancing, completely taking her eyes off the fight as she sang.

“~Oh there was a pony who never could fight, his swings were so slow and his strikes were so light.~”

Her dancing included jumps that always managed to evade the swings at her hooves from the enraged stallion, as she continued singing.

“~Then he did notice he had started to sway, not seeing the weapons the bard had hid away~.”

The angry stallion slowly stopped at those words, and realization slowly grew on his face. He stepped backward while clumsily fumbling at his lower back, before falling forward, a stiletto sticking out of him.

Pinkie giggled at him, before drawing a tambourine with sharpened edges and throwing it like a chakram at a mare that Rarity was fencing with, catching her in the throat.

“Run!”

That was the wakeup call for the drunk and surprised bandits, which made them realize that they were losing.

The three fresh brigands turned tail and ran towards the exit to the backyard, while the fourth one turned out to already be impaled by Rarity, who collapsed onto the floor.

With the fight suddenly ending, Twilight’s game-given ability to perceive the ponies around her vanished once more, and she turned her head back and forth, trying to figure out where everypony was.

“Hey!” Rainbow Dash shouted at the fleeing bandits. “Come back here!”

A hatchet clanked against the doorframe they fled through, but otherwise, it was over.

“We gotta get after them!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Not until we make sure Mistress is fit for travel!” Rarity protested.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Twilight assured, and rubbed her muzzle. “It wasn’t bad.”

Rainbow turned to Fluttershy. “And what about you, Flutters? You okay?”

“Oh? Uhm, yeah. I’m fine.”

“How does injuries work in this game anyhow?” Applejack asked. “What with us being rubber in real life ‘n all.”

“Maybe it works like all the other, uhm… ponies, in this game,” Rainbow suggested.

“NPCs,” Pinkie Pie supplied.

“Yeah, that.”

They looked around the bodies spread around the bar room.

“What? No gore?” Rainbow asked, disappointed.

Suddenly, blood appeared in pools around the corpses, as well as splattered across the walls and furniture, and as stains on their weapons.

Fluttershy yelped, and stepped away. “Oh! Oh that’s a… a little too much, isn’t it? And why did they have to die?”

“They ain’t real, sugarcube,” Applejack pointed out.

“I know, I just, uhm… I’d feel better if we didn’t have to kill.”

The brigands were suddenly all writhing in pain and defeat on the floor, nursing their injuries and moaning, hacked and cleaved, but very much alive.

“Okay I… I guess that’s better. And… a little less blood.”

The red stains lessened a little to seem a bit more sensible, before Rainbow Dash hopped in place in frustration. “Well come ooon! We gotta go!”

“Wait, hold on,” Twilight said. “Uhm, Pinkie, can anypony among us track ponies through the wilderness?”

“Yepperoni! Fluttershy can ask animals to help her, and Applejack probably could as well.”

“Okay, so, we get the townsponies to tie these… ruffians up and guard them while we’re gone, and then we follow the others to their lair without revealing ourselves.”

Rarity threw her arms around Twilight and looked at her adoringly. “And that’s why you’re the leader, my beautiful mistress.”

The room that held Celestia was made up entirely of crystal. Floor, walls, ceiling, and furniture, all made up of purple and gray crystal hewn out of mountain, forming mostly even, semi-reflective surfaces.

It reminded Celestia of the Crystal Empire, which in turn would have revealed to her who was behind all this if she hadn’t already been told.

She lay on a crystal bed, staring up at the ceiling which reflected hazy blurbs of her own white, utterly naked, and somewhat contorted form, the bondage which kept it so did nothing to diminish her stunning beauty.

A magic nullifying ring was upon her horn, her arms were held tightly behind her back in a reverse prayer, her hooves bound to where her butt met her thighs, and her wings held tightly in folded positions, by steel devices covered in arcane signs.

In the real world, artifacts that could hold back all her might would have been extremely rare, just as expensive, and kept in the deepest caverns underneath her castle for safekeeping. In this little imaginary world, a band of cultists had access to them.

It was true what her dear friends and lovers had said earlier. Though her unicorn magic was utterly blocked, she could still feel the magic slowing time down here. In the real world, things would be moving at a snail’s pace.

There was quite some entertainment value in this though. During her high-profile and very long life, Celestia had suffered some defeats, and had spent some time contemplating the nature of captivity, how she would approach it, and how she would respond to different attitudes among her captors.

Sexual exploitation was among the subjects she had considered. She was, after all, a supremely beautiful mare, possibly the most beautiful in the land.

Now, it was time. Of course, she was first of all a rubber doll and therefore had little to fear from sexual exploitation, and secondly she was in a game that responded partially to her wishes, not doing anything she truly didn’t want to.

She was only glad that she hadn’t been captured by cultists of, frankly, middling intelligence in the real world. It would’ve been a stinging blow to her ego.

As it was, she could comfort herself by acknowledging that it was part of the whole arrangement for her to be captured, and set to making plans.

She heard the door open, and just barely managed to see the robed mare entering the room over her large breasts. She didn’t say anything, she just showed a faint smile from the reaction she provoked.

In the real world, Twilight, bless her, had managed to come up with an illusion that could make her little ponies function around Celestia, and the other rubber dolls like her, unhindered by the overwhelming, tantalizing beauty of their bodies. What’s more, they had full control over this glamor.

Celestia did not hold back around the cultists. Her body was on full display, and the blue maned mare with the deep red body could only stand there for a moment, unable to look away from the monarch exposed before her.

Her eyes crept across Celestia’s naked form, her perfect skin, her taut belly, her large breasts…

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Celestia asked, making the mare jump and draw for breath.

“Oh, uhm… eh, silence, captive! Your, uhm… we are to… oh right! You are to presented- I mean, you are to be presented as concubine to his eternal majesty and… be his concubine.”

A white maned mare with a pale gray body and a much more luxurious stepped inside and glared disappointedly at the first mare.

“Oh by all that is evil, stop before you hurt yourself,” she said, to which the junior cultist looked at the floor in shame. “Go help bring his majesty in here.”

The junior cultist marched out, head hanging, before the remaining cultist turned towards her captive.

“So, we finally have the mighty Celestia,” she said, and chuckled to herself. Celestia rated it decent as far as evil chuckles went. “His majesty shall be pleased. I know I am.”

“Are you pleased already, with me like this? You flatter me,” Celestia said, smirking.

The mare scowled. “Your seductive ways do not work on me, princess! I am Dark Song, and I will be King Sombra’s tight hand- I mean right hand mare.”

That little victory was all the fun Celestia required, and decided to play along. “King Sombra? but he is dead!” she said.

Dark Song scowled in confusion at Celestia’s suddenly monotone delivery before shaking her head and smirking again. “Ah, but there you are wrong. Somepony of his might can never truly die. Bring in his majesty!”

Six identical cultists struggled to carry in a throne on wooden poles, on top of which sat none other than Sombra, the dark king of the Crystal Empire. Or at least large parts of him.

Celestia’s brow raised in concern at the sight of the defeated king, and wondered what the creators of his game thought she and her sister had been doing to their enemies a thousand years ago.

His body was in a sorry state, his horn removed at the base, his legs and one arm almost completely gone, his other arm missing its hand, and his neck, which apart from his face was the only part of his body not covered in regal uniform, had a large hole through it, thankfully not revealing blood and gore but the same stout looking skin that he had possessed in life.

The dark king was clearly not conscious, and sat still with his eyes closed.

At their leader’s instructions, the cultists set Sombra down on the crystal bed.

“Leave us,” she ordered her minions, making the robed crowd shuffle out quickly, and shut the door behind them.

Dark Song heaved the king’s body up to a sitting position, supporting him from behind, and placing her lips upon his cheek.

“Majesty,” she whispered.

Sombra’s eyes slowly opened, and considered her with a neutral scowl.

“It is I, Dark Song, your eternally faithful servant.”

“... Dark… Song,” he rumbled in a low voice.

“Yes. Ever loyal.”

Dark Song brought a glowing crystal up near Sombra’s face. The light from it seemed to invigorate him. His eyes became focused, his movement less sluggish.

He took a deep, steadying breath, and smirked.

“I am awakening,” he said, and looked around the chamber.

His eyes came to rest on Celestia before him, and his smile grew wider.

“Well well,” he said, and glanced at Dark Song. “Celestia herself, captured.”

Dark Song threw her arms around Sombra, adoringly. “She is. We’ve practically won. Without their princess, Equestria will be easy pickings. We can-”

“No,” Sombra said. “No, only a fool parades before the war is over.

“And I…” he held up his handless arm, looking at it. “I am in no condition to conquer anything.”

“Then we must heal you, my king,” Dark Song said, and produced a ring from within her robes. “Look at this.”

Sombra’s eyes widened. “Where did you get that?”

“Where I found the manacles holding her down, chaining her power, for you, my king.”

“Then prepare the ritual, and leave me alone with our… captive,” Sombra said, hungrily.

“Yes, your majesty,” a pleased Dark Song said, and lifted the reduced king onto the bed with Celestia, before walking our the door, glancing back with a pleased smile.

Celestia, in-character, tried squirming away from Sombra as he dragged himself up to loom over her, giving him an uncertain look.

“You were most harsh to me the last time we met, Celestia,” Sombra said, indicating his body with his handless arm. “I wonder if I should be magnanimous as the victor this time, or if this calls for… justice. What do you think?”

“I only did what was necessary for my ponies,” Celestia said.

“This was necessary!?” Sombra shouted, waving his arm stump in Celestia’s face. “Do you wish to steal not only the life of your enemies, but rob them of their capability to live and be happy?”

Celestia averted her eyes for only a moment, before she faced Sombra again. “No, I took no joy in what I did, but with a heavy heart, I deemed it necessary.”

Sombra gave her a long look. “So you would take back your actions, were you able to?”

“If I could save lives without hurting you, I would,” Celestia said, keeping eye contact. “I have no ill feelings towards you, Sombra. Only your actions.”

Sombra gently put his arm stump under Celestia’s chin. “Ever noble. Ever resolute. Would you forgive even me?”

“Always.”

“Always?” Sombra said, smiling menacingly. “You’re making me put that conviction to the test.”

Celestia gave Sombra a long look. “Do what you must,” she said.

Sombra smiled, and shrugged his muscular shoulders, making his robe fall off his chest, revealing the same damaged torso, and Celestia had to admit that, in her own name, he still looked good.

He then put his arm stump underneath his trousers, which were blasted off beneath the waist, and pulled that off, revealing his lower section in a similar condition.

What was most eye-catching was that his cock and balls were removed. In their place was a neatly healed scar.

Celestia gasped.

“Your attacks caused more damage than you seem to have realized,” Sombra noted. “You must feel some relief. You must have suspected that I would take you, lay myself over you, mingling our bodies and claiming you as mine.”

Celestia, still stunned, just looked up at Sombra with a rueful expression.

“Or is that no concern for the noble Celestia?” Sombra asked in a conversational tone, acting unfazed by the state of his body and waving his remaining arm around to emphasize his words. “Can she endure torment and humiliation endlessly, so long as nopony else is hurt?”

He bore her eyes in hers, but she said nothing.

“Let us see,” Sombra said, and put his arm stump against Celestia’s mouth. “Open up.”

After a moment, Celestia did as she was told, and Sombra leaned forward, not quite thrusting, but relentlessly lowering his arm deeper into her mouth.

Her eyes widened as she took the stout appendage, her mouth spreading wide and her jaw struggling to accommodate it.

She shut her eyes as Sombra reached the back of her throat, his lack of a hand forcing him to clumsily and roughly feel around with the tip of his wrist when exploring her body.

Celestia opened her eyes, and locked them with Sombra for a moment.

He smiled at her with a superior look in his eyes, before she stilled herself, and swallowed.

A mildly surprised Sombra raised an eyebrow at Celestia, before angling himself so he could further insert his arm into Celestia’s throat as she herself had to angle her head.

Celestia became utterly mute as her throat bulged.

Sombra smiled at Celestia, and when his arm was entirely down her throat, he gently started pulling out again, but before he was out of her throat, he inserted himself deeper once more.

He took in the sight of her body, her magnificently beautiful form, with all of its perfectly placed little muscles that emphasised her great curves, and how her throat was expanding and contorting around his arm, showing how even as reduced as he was, she was still his plaything to be used as he wished.

After several minutes, he pulled out entirely, making Celestia gasp for air, and cough lightly to set her throat right.

“No teeth,” Sombra noted. “Could it be that you are serious? Do you forgive me for this?”

Celestia cleared her throat, and smiled knowingly at Sombra. “Perhaps it wasn’t so unwelcome as you might believe.”

“Oh?” Sombra said, and his smirk grew. “Are you serious, or just talking tough? Let’s find out.”

He shuffled over towards Celestia’s lower body, and put his wrist against Celestia’s pussy.

Her face glowed deeply red, and she held her breath, before letting out a gasp as Sombra inserted his arm into her opening.

“The most beautiful mare in the land indeed,” Sombra said, as he reached into her all the way up to his elbow.

Celestia closed her eyes and bit her lip as Sombra moved his arm in her, caressing her insides and flexing his arm within her body.

“Am I an enemy, Celestia? Do I need to be punished for this?” He asked her, still smirking.

“Ngh! N-no, I- hah! I allow… this.”

Sombra pulled his arm out of her, making her gasp again, and considered her with a contemplative look.

“So magnanimous,” he noted, and leaned forward. “Can you forgive me?”

Celestia looked into his eyes. “Yes.”

“Excellent. Let’s see how far you can keep up. I have much, much more prepared.”