You Lost the Game

Ranchtown on a Friday night. People were getting off work for the weekend, people in the food service were going into work, dreading it the entire way. The streets fill up with ponies who are going to clubs or just going partying. Fillies and colts were getting out of school and looking forward to two days of freedom. Then there came three stallions who were headed to the convenient store to pick up high fattening snacks and high sugar soft drinks for the one day that really meant anything that month!

Game night! Winter drove his mother’s car because now for some reason she figured they needed two in her name. Ever since she started that Frozen Treats store, she’d been pretty well off, being able to afford more of the finer things in life. Which was fine with Winter, because that meant he could buy more video games and take Golden Goal on better dates than just the movies.

Winter Solstice, Fable Prose and Electric Spark all rode in Winter’s car. Spark rode in the back while Fable sat in the front, messing with the new radio and air conditioner, every once in a while Winter would slap his hand away.

“10 inches…” Winter said with some hesitation.

“Ooooo lala…” Fable said with a chuckle.

“Not bad, not bad.” Spark said from the back seat.

“Yeah, we should really not take that for granted though.” Fable raised a finger to make a point. “I met a pony who… wasn’t so fortunate.” He said and rubbed his thumb and forefinger across his eyes.

“Go on…” Winter glanced at Fable before returning his eyes to the road.

“Yeah, he said his was pretty damn small.”

“Well, don’t leave us in suspense Fable, how big was his shlong?” Spark tapped his hoof on the back of Fable’s chair.

“Five inches.” Fable said and both of them gave horrified, exasperated “Ooohh!”

“Dear lord! How does one live with themselves looking at that in the mirror, I mean seriously?” Winter said as he turned the corner.

“I offered him my condolences.” Fable chuckled a little.

“You should have told him he has a nice personality.” Spark said and both Winter and Fable cracked up a little bit.

“Dude, not fucking cool.” Fable said, but he was still laughing. “I mean, yeah it is true that if you’re not big enough, you can’t have foals. The sperm can only swim so far.”

“Uh, yeah, we had to sit in two classrooms away from the fillies too, Fable, we know this stuff.” Spark said as he leaned forward between the chairs. “Speaking of which, why didn’t either of you invite any girls? I thought you two said you knew some.”

“Yeah, well, Pearl Necklace couldn’t make it, obviously being the biggest business pony all the sudden comes with some cons.” Fable said, making Winter laugh.

“I asked Death Metal too, she said she didn’t want to embarrass us in front of our boyfriends.”

“Well, what about Voltage?” Fable turned to Spark, who suddenly widened his eyes.

“Yeah, you’ve been talking up a big game, your sister plays the shooters, where’s she at?”

“Oh, Volt, Pop and Star went to have a girls’ night out since I was doing something with the guys.”

They sat in the car, both Winter and Fable cursing silently. Spark scratched his head and thought for a minute. He honestly didn’t really know that many mares outside of his close circle of friends. He honestly should outsource himself every once in a while, but his repair shop kept him pretty busy.

“Well, I did message Final Cut, she said she may drop by with a mare friend of hers.” Fable said, and both of them nodded their approval. “Man, this chair is pretty damn comfortable, really feels good against my wings.” The red pegasus said as he shuffled around in the seat abit, his wings folded to where Spark could still see them, and they didn’t get in the way of the rearview mirror.

“I know, it’s nice to have a car that has a high enough roof for my horn too. You can still see the scuff marks my horn made in my Mom’s old car.” Winter adjusted the rearview mirror and saw Spark was on his cell phone, texting.

“So I was reading the paper today--” Fable started.

“Who reads the newspaper anymore?” Winter asked, giving Fable an odd look.

“Hey, I work in a library, there’s fresh newspapers at the front desk. Anyway, I was reading this article about a guy who got caught having sex with his cousin in a bathroom stall. Seriously, the guy’s cousin.”

Both Spark and Winter’s eyes widened a little, and looked at Fable. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Spark scratched the back of his neck and Winter cleared his throat.

“Yeah, man, I can’t imagine that kind of stuff happening. It’s weird, you know?” Winter said as they were finally approaching the convenience store.

“I know, that’s pretty fucked up.” Spark said, looking out the window now as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“So are we still on for the hockey game next week? Golden’s playing the TrampleBay Stampeders and I got us tickets. Mom’s already got us off for that day.” Winter pulled into the parking lot of the gas station.

“You know it! I’m not that into hockey but I do love a good live sporting event. Not to mention it’s gonna be telecast.” Fable got out of the car as Winter turned it off. The three of them filed out and walked to the front of the store, entering.

It was a rather large gas station. Winter liked it because he could get the larger cans of Manticore, his favorite energy drink. Spark went to the chips section and started picking up both potato chips and wheat chips. Fable went to the chocolates and candies to choose a few good snacky cakes and whatnot. As Fable walked to the aisle, he caught sight of something he truly did not expect. In fact it was kind of a rarity within a implausibility. He looked down the aisle to see a Bat Pony mare who was looking at the chocolate bars.

Fable had seen Bat Ponies before, of course, but this particular one not only had gray fur with light red hair, but also a very noticeable schoolgirl uniform. The most notable part of this uniform was a very short skirt that stopped at her upper thigh. Her top even had that bow that adorned so many uniforms like it. It was overall dark colored in purple and green and obviously made from very fine material. Even her handbag matched her outfit, being a dark purple with plaid black pinstripes.

As she took a few steps to the side, the knife cut, green plaid skirt swished from side to side around her hips and she bent over to look at the strawberry cakes. Covering her legs were pure crimson stockings. Without even knowing it, Fable must have been staring at her because her big light blue eyes turned to him. It was at this point that he noted the black collar around her neck. Fable’s eyes suddenly flicked up to her face to see she was gazing back at him. Her puzzled glance snapped him out of the trance he was in and he shook his head.

“Am I in your way?” She asked and he stifled in his speech.

“Umm--no, no I’m just, looking for-- ummm I’m just trying to find some things.” He turned to the shelves with the little chocolate freckles and apple pies.

She started to laugh and turned back over to the candy. “What are you up to tonight?”

“Oh, you know, just out with the guys, we’re gonna be doing some… masculine things and whatnot.” He picked up a big bag of peanut butter chocolate candies. “Things of that nature.”

“Masculine things, huh? Like weight lifting, skydiving and going on hunting trips?” Her grin spoke volumes for how much she believed him.

“Well, we will be shooting things, that’s for sure.” Fable replied, knowing he wasn’t exactly lying.

“Hey, Fable--oohh…” Spark walked into the aisle and was met with the gray furred bat pony’s skirt at almost the perfect angle. Grem looked at Spark for a moment, then looked back at Fable.

“It seems you have me surrounded.” She looked back at Spark. “Will you be going with him to shoot things and lift weights?”

“Do what now?” Spark tilted his head as he turned his gaze from her to Fable with a puzzled look.

“Ummm yeah we’re gonna do some manly stuff, I don’t know if you’d be interested.” Fable said as he got a box of chocolate snack cakes.

“I might be interested. I like that sort of thing.” She said as she got a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

“Well, if the lady says she likes to shoot things and lift weights with guys like us then who are we to deny her?” Spark leaned against the top of the shelf at the end of the aisle and gave the bat pony a wink. She smiled at Spark and then giggled a little bit.

“Hey guys, we remembered to bring a fourth controller right? In case Final Cut comes ov--” Winter walked up to the aisle and saw three faces looking at him, both Fable and Spark were glaring at him with sour expressions. “So umm, if not, I can bring-- you know-- I’ll… be over here.” Winter rubbed the back of his head and slinked away from them.

“Weight lifting and shooting sounds like fun.” The bat pony grinned at both of them.

“So ummm, hi I’m Fable Prose.” He shook her hand and she nodded as she pulled the strap to her handbag back over her shoulder. “And the orange stallion with the blue and red hair is Electric Spark.”

“How do you do?” Spark nodded to her and also shook her hand.

“Hi, I’m Grem. It’s spelled with an ‘e.’”

Grem joined them in the car as Winter drove them to Fable’s one bedroom apartment with two TV’s set up in both the main room as well as the bedroom. They hooked up their two consoles to both TV’s connected to the internet. They made sure to fill the fridge with sodas and divide the snacks between them with some bags of chips and candy in the kitchen as backup. The first game was Xero Shot. Winter and Spark played on the same console in the living room while Grem and Fable played in his room. Spark, Winter and Fable had headsets with microphones hooked up.

“Kay, testing, testing. We good Spark?” Fable asked as they all started to log in. Winter logged in first as SnowEPone, Spark logged in as Gemini88, Fable logged in as QuillandInk79, and Grem created an account as LunaGuard98.

“Yeah, I hear you.” Spark replied through his headset. “So a good old fashioned two on two since we’re even teams now?”

“Sure, if you think you can handle it.” Fable grinned as he picked his starting weapons, an assault rifle with a magnum pistol. He turned to Grem who was doing much of the same and sifting through the options. “You know how to play?” He asked and turned to her as she nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty simple interface.” Grem said as she chose her weaponry. To Fable’s surprise, she chose a single shot rifle, while it was powerful and accurate, its firing rate was very much prone to slow succession, requiring prime accuracy. She chose a machine pistol as her side arm.

“Alright, we’re set up, Fable, any last words?” Winter said over the headset, Fable was able to hear his sly grin as they went to the game lobby.

“Yeah, horned ponies better count their last moments of existence.” The red pegasus grinned as he hit the game countdown.

“Uh huh, pulling wings off a fly in three… two…” Spark said as the game began.

The game loaded and their armored ponysonas in the game locked and loaded in their spawn points. Fable and Grem moved forward through the area that looked like the hallways of a very large space station. As they crossed by a window looking outside, all Grem could see was stars, and a distant blue planet, along with the exterior of the ship they were in. Grem marvelled at Fable’s power armor around his pegasus ponysona in the game but then remember that they were going against two other unicorns in the match. She began to concentrate on detecting movement.

“Let’s make they big heads so hard!” Winter said over the microphone, pronouncing hard like “hahd.”

The scifi corridors all led to one large, round stadium in the middle of the ship. It led to the bottom level, with several tiers up toward a very tall ceiling, each with ammunition and change of weapons. Grem didn’t have much time to admire the structure and the graphics that made it up, however, as she saw movement on the opposite end of the stadium. There was a white armored player, as well as a red and blue armored player heading directly toward them.

“There you are! Suck on this!” Fable said through the mic and unleashed a barrage of bullets from his assault rifle in their direction. Winter was hit by three bullets, decreasing his shield. He got behind cover, cursing. Spark also got behind cover but not before throwing a grenade in their general direction.

Fable was able to jump off the first tier of the stadium tower as the bomb went off, but Grem’s shield was completely diminished!

“Oh shit, get to cover!” Fable whispered to her.

“Alright! Aim for the kill!” Spark shouted from the main room where Grem could hear him. Two shots rang out suddenly, hitting Spark’s player in the chest and the head, killing him. “WTF?!”

Winter put on a dumbfounded face. “Holy shit! She just two shot killed you!”

SnowEPone got out from his cover and dual wielded his submachine guns, firing both of them toward Grem, who was now taking cover to regenerate her shield. Fable, on the other hand was fully recuperated, and got up from his cover, returning fire with his futuristic assault rifle, and the two of them began taking hits, decreasing their shields until Winter fell back.

“Alright, alright, not bad for a new pony.” Spark said as his character respawned and rejoined the fray. Fable shot down Winter, but took heavy damage. Fable fell prey to Spark’s next attack. There came another single shot that hit Spark, knocking out his shield, but he ducked behind a chest-high wall in time to dodge the next one. “Fuck, she’s good.”

Spark put away his assault rifle and pulled out his large magnum pistol. As soon as he got up from his cover he fired at Grem, headshotting her.

“BOOM!” Spark shouted pumping his fist. However, then he got rained by a barrage of bullets, killed by Fable.

“BOOM!” Fable mimicked him with a snarky laugh.

The match went on very much like that. One hit kills, surprise kills, trash talk and loud cursing. By the end of the match, they were ranked as such. Spark with 20 kills, Grem with 18 kills, Winter and Fable tied with 11 kills.

“Holy shit, where did you learn how to play like that?” Winter asked as he took off his headset and microphone.

“Yeah, seriously, you’re even better than these two.” Spark said as Fable and Grem made their way to the main room. Both Fable and Winter glared at Spark who pretended not to notice.

“Well, I like a good game here and there.” Grem smiled at them and opened one of the chip bags. The stallions followed suit, getting the sodas and snacks out, munching and sipping.

“Ever so modest.” Fable laughed a little bit. “Alright, so we doing capture the flag next?”

“Eehh,” Spark frowned. “I think two on two is a bit light for capture the flag. Maybe just a free for all deathmatch this time.”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll sit this one out and just watch.” Grem munched on some of the chocolate covered pretzels.

“So, definitely a free for all deathmatch this time.” Winter concluded. “What map were you guys thinking.”

“Just random.” Fable said as he cracked open another soda and grabbed a package containing a tiger cake. “We’ll let fate decide.”

Spark and Winter nodded their agreement, and the three of them suited up once again. Instead of sitting in the second office chair this time, Grem lied on her side on the bed and watched as Fable set up his loadout.

“You don’t mind if I lie down here do you?” Grem asked as she rolled over toward him. The edge of the bed was quite close to the chair, it not being a very big room at all.

“No, go right ahead. That’s what it was made for.” Fable couldn’t help but sneak a peek near Grem’s skirt to see that she was just out of the angle where he could see what she was wearing underneath it. His eyes flicked back toward the TV as they started loading up the deathmatch.

Grem caught onto it rather easily. She stretched out over the full size bed and smiled at him as the match began.

“Fable, can I get your opinion on something?” Grem asked him as he started searching for the other two, already hearing gunfire as Winter and Spark engaged one another in single combat.

“Sure, what?” Fable asked, not looking over toward her.

“Does my collar look better like this?” She asked, her bedroom eyes coming out for him.

He glanced at her, but then did a double take. She was now sitting with her legs spread out wide. Her black thong thong with red lace in full view, barely covering her vagina, and doing almost nothing but covering her ass crack with a very thin piece of fabric. He saw that her red stockings went all the way up to her upper thighs. He looked up at Grem’s face to see she had opened her little handbag and gotten a leash out of it. The leash was now latched onto her collar and she dangled the leash loop off of her finger.

“I-I-I uuhh--” Fable said, but then heard closer gun fire in the video game. After a slight moment of panic, not knowing what to do, he turned back around and kept playing.

Grem giggled at this and grinned. Fable, once again, tried to look over at her but then focused on the game once again.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” He accused with a little grin of his own.

“Hey Fable…” Spark said in a half whispering tone over the mic.

“What?” Fable replied.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry for--” Fable was interrupted as his character was hit with a sniper headshot. “Fuck!”

Spark laughed in the main room and Winter joined in. “Damn! That was awesome!” Winter said as he attempted to find Spark in his camping position.

“Ummm, Fable, what’s this under your bed cushion?” Grem said behind him and he turned to see Grem with her ass pointed directly at him. Her knees planted on the bed but in front of her was a magazine. His eyes widened and his heart began to pound. “Oooo, looks like you have a thing for big tits on mares. I like, I like.” Grem lifted up the magazine and revealed the centerfold of a red mare with enormous breasts, her hands holding them up from underneath.

The red stallion was conflicted at this point. Now he was given an amazing view of this mare’s ass from under her skirt, she was invading his private stash of StableRomp and he was trying to play a game with his buddies. With as much willpower as he could, he gazed at the TV and took down Spark with his rifle as he found him kneeling down behind a wall, waiting for another target to walk by.

He didn’t notice Grem crawling down from the bed and only caught sight of her as she crossed his view. She stopped in front of him and smiled up at him with such bedroom eyes. She sat on her legs in front of him and put her hands under her blouse, lifting it up to reveal two hulking breasts with bright pink nipples and huge areolas. She leaned them onto his knees and they squished against his legs.

“Are mine big enough for you?” Fable’s attention was so utterly torn at this point. He wanted to keep his cool and keep playing his game but he could not deny that those tits were some of the bigger ones he’d ever seen. His heart pumped off its rocker and he couldn’t hide the fact that his cock was bigger and harder as a result. There was no way she didn’t notice it and accentuated this with her hand sliding across its length through the fabric of his pants. “Ooooo, that’s a big yes, huh? Don’t forget to look at your game.” She looked up at him and saw that he attempted a straight face as he looked back up at his game. This made her giggle again.

After a moment, she began to stroke it with her hand, closing her hand around the shape of his long, thick dong, effectively jerking his shaft. She noticed Fable was beginning to breathe harder. Still, he kept playing. Now all three stallions were in one area, shooting one another, forcing Spark to stop using his sniper rifle and pull out his sidearm.

Without him noticing, she had already undid his pants and opened it to reveal his black underwear. His cock was pulsing beneath the cloth, which she began to slide her fingers over all the way up to the head. “Concentrate, you’re getting distracted.” She whispered.

At the angle of the main room’s opening to the bedroom’s door, Spark and Winter could barely see Fable through the crack. They weren’t able to see Grem pull Fable’s dark skinned penis out and pull his underwear down over his balls to marvel at it for a moment.

“Oh, my!” She whispered, holding his very large cock in her hand while playing with the balls with her other. Fable was blushing, while it was not obvious with his red fur, but he kept playing, acting like it wasn’t happening.

“Fable, is something wrong? You seriously just missed me in a point blank range shot.” Winter said through the microphone.

“I’m fine, keep going! Just got distracted for a---” He was interrupted by his cock sliding into her mouth as she sucked on it. “Minute.”

“Yeah, the way that mare is dressed would keep me distracted too.” Spark said this and her tits pressed harder against his legs as Grem began to bob her head, sucking Fable’s length with great hunger. Her mouth ran up to his glans, and began to make circles around his head.

His gaming was taking a nosedive at this point. Both Winter and Spark were destroying him at every turn, and he only actually hit them maybe once every five kills. It was getting a little ridiculous how badly they were owning him. Still, it wasn’t like he was use to playing with a mare on his cock. Grem was not letting up for anything, she even went so far as to deepthroat him with very little thought behind it. She made a low gagging sound before bringing him back out of her mouth, and then kissing his tip, grinning back up at him.

“Uh huh, I thought I heard a choking noise.” Fable froze for a moment, his eyes widening as he turned his head to see both Spark and Winter in his doorway. Both of them looking somewhat disappointed, but mostly proud of their buddy Fable. They both held their cordless controllers in their hands but soon dropped those to the floor as they watched.

Grem didn’t seem deterred in the least. In fact, she turned her head and smiled at them, widening the wingspan from her batwings. With them she hid what she was doing to Fable, and peeked over them with her eyes in a devious smile.

“No peeking, boys.” However, her hands went down to her skirt and pulled them up to reveal her black thong. Her thumbs hooked over the red straps and pulled them down to reveal her very pink cunt as it brought about a very thin string of juice connecting the two. Both Winter and Spark’s jaws went slack as she wiggled her ass toward them.

Fable looked at his two pals as they looked at him, then looked at one another. As their clothes began to come off, the red Pegasus with the bat pony still tonguing his shaft started to wonder what exactly he’d gotten himself into.