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“And,” Garbunkle began, scratching his beard, “what did you say these ‘upgrades’ were again?” The little draconic wizard, paradoxically looking wizened and exceptionally youthful at the same time, looked between his companions with unease. Discord, or should he say Captain Wuz, had promised Big Macintosh, AKA Sir McBiggun, and himself an enhanced version of Ogres and Oubliettes. While the trio had fun traipsing about in the fanciful game world, already an astonishing improvement from the original tabletop version, combating life size cutouts of monsters and evil sorcerers was no longer as immersive as it once was. As such, Discord, the mischievous god of chaos, had offered to lend further assistance; although neither Garbunkle or McBiggun were privy to the details. As the three navigated the mountainous landscape, replete with oversized dice of various geometric configurations and colors, nothing seemed that different.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, now would I?” Wuzz chuckled, flipping the blonde mane from his face with the parsnips which had replaced the digits of his left hand. He simply couldn’t wait to see his friends’ reactions to the improvements. Fortunately, if this gaming session was like most, he wouldn’t have to wait for long.
The three had decided to hold this particular session of Ogres and Oubliettes on Nightmare Night. Applejack and Applebloom were both tending to any visitors who came to Sweet Apple Acres, while Twilight was holding a fun-filled event at the Friendship School. Normally, Spike would have gone off to gather sweets but, after Discord had brought up the idea of a game night and with Bic Mac onboard as well, he’d agreed to join his friends for session. It had been a few weeks since they’d had the chance to have a game night, what with the Cozy Glow incident and all.
“You noticing anything?” Garbunkle asked, anxiously looking about while clutching his staff. Even though he was a level thirty enchanter, he wasn’t picking up on anything out of the ordinary. Well, any more out of the ordinary in the game realm in which they found themselves. The trio, after Discord’s initial meddling upon inviting him to play, had routinely made time for a ‘guys night’ several days a month. Although the draconequus could be a royal pain in the rear at times, his addition, and reality distorting magic, had really upped their level of enjoyment.
“Nnnope,” McBiggun replied, magically levitating his broadsword aloft. Even though he was an earth pony in the real world, the massive red stallion was a unicorn black knight within the world of Ogres and Oubliettes. Decked in coal black armor and horned helmet, he was the spitting image of a mighty warrior; he even had a five o'clock shadow to complete the look. Squinting, he scanned the area.
“Ah ha ha!” a voice ached off the rocky surroundings, causing the three adventurers to press their backs to one another. “So, we meet again,” the voice continued, echoing throughout the area, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint. A wet smack drew the trio’s attention, causing the group to look over as a large, grape colored tentacle writhed from behind a bolder. “Surely, you didn’t think you were done with me, the all-powerful Squizard!!!” the sentient calamari announced, hauling himself into view.
Garbunkle’s jaw went slack at the monstrous, caped invertebrate. Every other time they’d played, the Squizard, a literal squid wizard, had been but a simple, animated cardboard cutout; that being said, he could still use all manner of offensive spellcraft and speak. Now, the sorcerous cephalopod looked as real as anyone else, having been altered from a two dimensional representation to that of a real creature.
“Shocked? Why yes, of course you are!” the Squizard boomed, slithering forward on eight squirming tentacles. “This extra dimension is quite lovely,” he commented, holding two tendrils aloft while inspecting them.
“Wow Discord, uh, I mean Captain Wuzz, this is great!” Garbunkle exclaimed, looking up to his towering, chimeric companion. The pint sized dragon’s excitement was cut short by a racket of clattering coming from all around them.
“I certainly hope you didn’t forget about my minions,” the caped squid chortled. Nearly a dozen skeletal equines appreard from their hiding spots, springing the ambush. The bony, reanimated remains of unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies alike were armed with all manner of weaponry, everything from daggers and swords to nunchucks and bats. “Now, with our added depth of character, we’ll finally defeat you and claim Princess Shmarity and rule over Spiketopia!!!” the Squizard cackled.
“Like we’d let you!” Garbunkle laughed, unleashing a volley of magic missiles from his staff. Slamming into a pair of bone ponies, the two exploded, their calcium rich remains flying about in spectacular fashion.
“Nnnope!” McBiggun roared, charging headlong into a small group of the skeletal warriors. With ease, the stallion cleaved through them with his magically wielded sword. Sundering his enemies, their bones flying hither and yon, was exponentially more satisfying than when their opponents were mere animated cutouts.
“Have at thee,” Captain Wuzz proclaimed, peppering his foes with arrows loosed from his bow.
The Squizard wriggled about furiously, clearly vexed that the battle was not going in his favor. Hefting a pair of magical wands skyward, the evil wizard blasted at the trio with a number of arcane lightning bolts. As luck would have it, Garbunkle took note of the move, negating the attack in a nick of time with magic of his own.
“Enough!” the tendrilled mage bellowed, causing the melee to slow and drawing everyone’s attention. “Time and time again you’ve foiled my plans,” he continued, slithering back and forth on the rocky escarpment. “But,” he shouted, his eyes narrowing, “I do believe we can bring this seemingly endless confrontation to an end. After all, my minions don’t enjoy being hacked to pieces; nor do I particularly relish glueing each of them back together after each conflict.”
Garbunkle, Captain Wuzz, and McBiggun looked around, noting each of the osseous equines. Upon closer inspection, each of the bone ponies was damaged in some shape or form. A great many had noticeable fractures here or there and one or two even had tape or band-aids holding portions of themselves together. As if on cue, one of the poor creatures’ ear bones fell off, rattling as it hit the ground. The poor guy, presuming it was a guy, retrieved the broken appendage and pitiably attempted to re-attach it for a moment before stowing it away in his boot.
“Gosh, when you say it like that, I kinda feel bad,” Garbunkle muttered, rubbing his neck sheepishly. It was all supposed to be a game, simply a good time for him and his friends. If he’d known that these creatures were in any sort of pain, he’d have stopped immediately!
“Eeyup,” McBiggun sadly groaned. Retrieving the lower leg he’d shorn from one of the skeletons, the stallion returned the limb to the afflicted monster, who seemed appreciative of the gesture.
“This always happens. Make an alternate game reality and, eventually, everyone gets all touchy-feely,” Captain Wuzz lamented, reclining in midair as a magazine materialized into his hands.
“Well, how about it? A final battle, one on one between our strongest fighters,” the cephalopod mused, gesturing at the trio.
“You guys wanna? I’m really not comfortable keeping this up if they hate it so much,” Garbunkle asked, looking between the armored crimson stallion and disinterested draconequus. Captain Wuzz shrugged apathetically but McBiggun nodded, knitting his brow as he stepped forward. “Alright! We choose Sir McBiggun of Castle Chadwick, level twenty seven black knight!” the robed dragon announced, ushering the black knight towards an open area for the impending duel.
“And I choose Skellinore, my level twenty seven bone slime!” the Squizard asserted, waving an appendage and signalling his champion forward.
Striding forth, came a single, bone pony. She looked like many of the others, with black, eyeless hollows illuminated by a spectral, green light over an equine skeleton. The only noticeable difference was that she sported a flowing grey mane and tail, mascara lined her eye sockets, and a small ruby colored bandana was fastened around her single neck bone; oddly, she lacked vertebrae between her scapula and cranium.
“Hey Skellinore, how’s it goin?” Captain Wuzz casually greeted, licking his root vegetable thumb and flipping the page of his literature. The skeletal pony smiled and waved, silently flicking a hoof in the draconequus’s direction.
“Uh, didn’t he say she was a bone slime,” the little, purple dragon asked, looking between his colleagues in confusion. To his amazement, a thick, viscous green jell began to weep from Skellinore’s joints and from her mouth, encasing the calcified framework in goo. The transparent material covered every inch of her, simulating the body of a regular mare, albeit one comprised primarily of ooze. Interestingly enough, the substance didn’t appear to adhere to the hair of her mane or tail, each proving immune to the sticky material.
“Muahaha! You shall never defeat my champion you knave!” the Squizard snickered. “Now, go! Defeat Sir McBiggun and let’s be done with this nonsense!” he commanded his appendages flailing about like mad.
“Go get her McBiggun, you got this!” Garbunkle retorted, clenching his fists in preparation for the brawl. Most of the time, he was too busy dealing with enemies of his own to watch the red stallion fight, so this would be a rare treat. After a moment of looking between the two combatants, the tiny wizard deflated slightly. “Well come on! What are you...wait,” he squinted, noticing a brick red length of flesh hanging from beneath the black knight.
Appearing behind the bearded dragon, Captain Wuzz patted his friend’s shoulder. “I guess you could say, the prospect of a duel really gives McBiggun a boner,” he commented, bursting into a fit of laughter.
“B…b...but this game was supposed to be family friendly!!!” Garbunkle squawked, tugging at the draconequus’s pant leg.
Pointing towards the the heavens, and at an inexplicable ‘E’ hanging there, Captain Wuzz giggled uncontrollably. Much to Garbunkle’s horror, the letter turned on its side, altering slightly into an ‘M’.
“Oh no, now it’s rated for mature players! Discord, I don’t wanna watch Big Mac do the nasty with a slime pony!!!” Spike pleaded, clamoring up the chaos god’s frame to shake his shoulders. The situation had immediately caused him to drop the whole Garbunkle act. Given the direction this adventure was headed in, it wasn’t the time or the place to play along with fantasy shenanigans. He’d seen enough weird shit over the years, but watching a stallion rut a transparent monster mare wasn’t exactly on his to-do list.
“Come on, it’s not like you haven’t caught ponies going at it before,” Discord tutted, snapping his fingers and de-materializing his outfit, bow, and blonde mop of hair. “Besides,” he continued, conspiratorially bringing his muzzle to Spike’s ear, “who’s to say you couldn’t pay Princess Shmarity a visit if Big Mac wins…” His words had an immediate effect, causing the dragon to leap to the ground while shouting excitedly.
“You go Mac! Don’t stop until she’s bone meal!!!” Spike shouted, hopping up and down, his fist in the air. “Wait,” he said, his motions slowing, “why is Big Mac turned on anyways? I mean, it’s not he’s into skeletons or anything; at least, I don’t think he is.”
“Hmmmm,” Discord hummed, rubbing his chin for a second. Snapping his fingers a second time, he teleported besides Skellinore. Running a finger through her semi-solid body, he then tasted the jell covered digit. “Aaaah, you imbued the slime with a charm hex! How very clever,” he chuckled, grinning down at the bony pony.
The bone slime shooed the draconequus away, keeping her eyes on her opponent. Slowly, Skellinore turned, presenting her posterior to the armored unicorn. Bending her front legs, she pressed her sticky chest to the ground while spreading her hind legs ever so slightly. “Plow me like one of your flesh ponies,” Skellinore rasped.
Big Mac, his eyes glazed over, lumbered forward. The creature’s marehood was the impeccable parody of a flesh and blood pony’s. If it weren’t for the fact that every part of her looked like it was made from lime jam, except for the internal skeletal structure, she could easily pass for a mare, and a cute one at that. The stallion was a bit surprised when the perfectly formed horse pussy invitingly winked at him, leaving a single strand of slick juice dangling from it. Leaning in close, the scent of zap apples tickled his nostrils. Mac’s curiosity spurring him forward, he gave the glistening entrance a lick; just as he’d feared, it even tasted like the seasonal jelly that Apple Farm produced. As he went back for a second lick, the slime beast pressed back, burying half of his muzzle in her gelatinous rear end.
“Wha...WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!” the Squizard bellowed, throwing one of his wands in annoyance. “You’re supposed to fight him not F...Wait, I can say that now...Not fuck him!!!” he scolded. He’d personally tutored Skellinore in spellcraft and sorcery, so he knew she was peerless in his army, but he’d never expected such a salacious display. Then, a thought occurred; the mareish ghoul had collected a small number of illustrations of Sir McBiggun in her quarters, and there was the locked diary she kept on her nightstand with little hearts on it. His visible irritation quickly shifted to a deadpan expression, as he realized she must have harbored lewd thoughts for the rugged stallion. Not like he could blame her, the pony was rather attractive.
Skellinore certainly didn’t seem to mind the facial insertion, groaning loudly as a slick trail of slime escaped her maw. “Oh McBiggun,” she sighed, peering back with her arcane emerald eyes, “sheath thine sword in mine scabbard.” Wiggling her rump, Mac’s face jostled around her interior, gently bumping against the interior of her pelvic structure.
Big Mac, while filled with an insatiable rut lust for the strange, gooey creature, was fully cognizant of just how strangely good Skellinore’s innards felt. The slime was surprisingly warm and astonishingly robust. Heaving his head out of her ass, the stallion licked the slick remnants from his lips, watching in awe as the cavernous hole created by his snout reformed itself to that of a pony’s derriere. Rearing up, he mounted the bone slime. His forelegs locked onto the mare’s ample hips before slowly sinking into the green, semi-solid mass. Fortunately, Skellinore’s lack of physical cohesion, besides the bony framework, allowed the stallion to recklessly drive nearly half his length into her on the first thrust. The head of his prick ricocheted off her pelvis, burrowing inside of the creature until his balls wetly slapped against her rear.
With a throaty grunt, the stallion partially withdrew and pushed forward. Like a locomotive, his hips worked like a machine, thrusting into Skellinore with unstoppable force. So unyielding was the pony, that the bone slime had to brace herself to keep from being rammed forward with each movement. A lifetime of apple bucking and manual labor had imbued Mac with preternatural strength; to wit, if his opponent wanted to best him in lascivious combat, he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Suddenly, things took an unexpected, and somewhat nonsensical turn. Although the two were still in the same position, with the stallion mounted firmly on the skeletal goo monster, Skellinore’s head steadily spun around 180 degrees to face her paramour. Having locked lips, or some approximation thereof, the pony and bone slime made out while continued plowing. Watching Mac’s tongue probe into the mare’s head, past her jaw bone, was particularly entertaining, nearly as much as viewing his cock through the creature’s abdomen.
Big Mac’s chest heaved as he breathed deeply through his nostrils. He couldn’t have imagined he’d ever get it on with a fantasy creature, but here he was, balls deep in a slime monster. A combination of the alluring enchantment that Skellinore possessed, coupled with the fact that the red stallion hadn’t been laid in a while, left the pony in a rather precarious situation. The end of his shaft began to flare, swelling in size as his nuts contracted. Moaning into his partner’s mouth, he came, erupting into the gelatinous beast like a geyser. Thick gobbets and ropes of seed surged through her abdomen, speckling her interior with pearly white cream.
Rearing back, Skellinore eyed her prey. “Yes, turn me into a snowglobe,” she whispered, feeling the warmth radiate through her semi-solid form. Rising up on her hind legs, the stallion still trapped within her rear, she began to reorient herself around Mac, her bones shifting and moving. Toppling him backward, Skellinore mounted the pony, repositioning herself onto his pelvis. With nearly his entire lower half encased by her ooze, there was no way Mac would be able to free himself until she was satisfied. Now straddling the pony, the slime monster began gyrating and fucking herself upon him.
Big Mac dug deep, steeling his resolve as his length began to regain its rigidity. Wrapping his forelegs around her torso, the pony pulled her downward while ramming his hips upward in a catastrophic combo. So great was the force that Skellinore’s entire bone structure shuddered, rearranging slightly from the impact. It mustn’t have felt that bad for her, because the arcane pinpricks of energy in her eye sockets rolled back and a deep groan of contentment escaped her. His weapon encased in his opponents slick and seed spackled innards, Mac thrusted like his life depended on it, gritting his teeth and grunting like a fierce warrior of old.
Much to his bewilderment, Spike watched as the slime beast began to lose cohesion. Her thick jell body seemed less solid, sagging and jiggling as she was rutted by the stallion below her. With a guttural scream, Skellinore came, her body, excluding the bones, liquefying and spraying in all directions. Everything within a ten foot radius was absolutely coated in a slick layer of pony cum and monster goo, including a handful of the Squizard’s lackeys. The sensation must have been relatively traumatic, and/or pleasurable, for Big Mac. No sooner had the bulk of her form exploded, than the stallion growled deeply, syrupy strands of jizz spattering over the monster’s bones and himself in a grand display. The bone pony, now back to her calcified regular state, slumped against Mac’s chest, rubbing her cheek bone against his drenched coat.
The little dragon stared in disbelief, his eyes locked onto Mac’s dark crimson shaft through the transparent slime. “Holy cow,” Spike murmured, watching as the stallion began to buck his hips upward. The dragon, for better or worse, could now say he’d seen a pony plow a goo monster; not like that was anything to brag about.
“Speaking of cows…” Discord whispered to himself, conspiratorially rubbing his chin. With a devilish glint in his eye, the Lord of Chaos snapped his fingers. A brilliant flash of light quietly exploded beside him. Looking over, the draconequus quickly covered his muzzle with his, let’s call them, hands, to suppress a titter. Spike was completely oblivious to the act, too fixated on the carnal confrontation to take notice.
“Moooo, Darling,” a lilting voice called out, causing Discord to lose what little composure he had left. The chaos deity burst into a fit of laughter, but that's not what held the pint-sized dragon's attention.
Spike shakily turned towards the noise. He’d recognize that tone anywhere. “R...R...Rarity?” he stammered, breaking into a sweat as his eyes fell upon the origin of the sound. It was Rarity, but not. The creature’s mane and form were spot on, but her alabaster coat was marked with large, black splotches of fur, and a pair of dainty horns sat atop her head. Beneath the mare-like beast, hung a pair of swollen udders, each with a single, pronounced teat.
“Spike, this is Dairity,” Discord smoothly announced, picking up his dragonic companion and bringing him over to the semi-bovine pony. Setting him down at the mock-Rarity’s head, he patted Spike on the head. “Have fun with your playmate,” he chuckled, leaping in the air before reclining on a chair constructed of clouds. Materializing a bag of popcorn, the elevated vantage allowed him to view Mac rutting Skellinore and the little, purple dragon as he fidgeted nervously.
“Um, hi! I’m Spike and, uh…” Spike apprehensively greeted, holding a claw out with a weak smile. His sweating only worsened, as the spotted pony beast eased herself to the ground. The dragon’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when Dairity rolled to her side and onto her back. Her supple breasts wobbled, swaying gently as she splayed her legs. Despite himself, his pair of reptilian dongs slipped free, quickly tenting his robe.
“Breed me Spikey-Wikey,” Dairity cooed, her glistening and slick marehood winking at the lad invitingly.
The inviting gesture had an immediate, two-fold effect on Spike. First, he ripped his beard and wizard’s robe off, tossing them to the side. Secondly, the tiny dragon literally flung himself upon the mare, his twin dicks throbbing and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Landing between her chubby, spotted thighs, he began humping away like a jackrabbit. His wings beat furiously, only adding to the reptile’s chaotic motions.
“Oh Rarity, sweet Celestia I’ve waited so long for this,” Spike cried, digging his claws into her supple flesh. Spearing her coat with his sticky fluids, as he recklessly prodded a the mare, the pint sized reptile realized the tactic simply wasn’t going to work. Slowing a bit, he reached down to guide himself to the beast’s entrance, only to notice an odd celeste aura enveloping his equipment. Looking up, Spike took note of a mirrored energy surrounding Dairity’s horns. The magic quickly surrounded not only his groin but his entire lower half. Held aloft by her sorcery, Spike found his rods gently pressed together, as he hovered closer to her marehood.
As soon as the pair of appendages graced her entrance, Spike groaned, feeling her silken canal surround the sensitive organs. The magical insertion didn’t cease until he was fully bottomed out, his pudgy belly pressing against the creature’s engorged clit. Like an ignited engine, the dragon began to piston into her, slowly at first, but increasing in speed and force with each passing moment. Draping himself over her abdomen, and between the massive pair of bosoms, Spike desperately pumped his hips. She even smelled like the real Rarity, the aroma of delicate perfume and sweetgrass filling his nostrils.
“Moooo! Oh, Moooo, Darling!!!” Dairty mewled, blissfully throwing her head back. Though he wasn’t as well hung as a stallion, the dual pricks were remarkably stimulating, causing her marehood to dribble juices down, between the ample cheeks of her ass. She let out a yelp, as the dragon’s grasping claws caressed her nipples. The stimulation caused each to lactate, her tits being bloated with rich and creamy milk.
“Oh Dairity,” Spike moaned, craning his neck over to suckle upon one teat. Warm fluid coursed over his tongue and town his throat. ‘Wait,” he thought, rearing back. “I...is that strawberry?” he asked to nopony in particular.
“Why, yes! It’s your favorite, it’s it?” Discord responded, a wry smirk on his face.
The dragon simply clamped back down on the dairy mare’s leaking breast, gulping down warm mouthfuls of the beverage. Even though he’d been initially disturbed that their game had taken a rather bawdy turn, he had quickly changed his mind on the matter. Plowing a simulacrum of his romantic interest was better than nothing, especially given the fact that Rarity hadn’t reciprocated any of his advances over the years. Dairity’s silken and slick folds were absolutely divine, wrapping around his twin tools as he jackhammered away.
Looking between his friends, each of whom were totally engrossed with their lewd escapades, Discord clapped his hands mirthfully. A groan of disgust drew his attention over to the cephalopod sorcerer. It appeared the Squizard had had enough of the debauchery as he, and his skeletal legion, began to make their leave. With a snap of his fingers, the draconequus disappeared from his perch, re-appearing beside the disgruntled multi-armed wizard.
“What’s the matter, Squizzy?” Discord asked, chummily patting the spell caster on the back.
“It’s just, ugh,” the Squizard bemoaned, looking down in exasperation. “I don’t have time for these sort of shenanigans, and now I feel like I need a bath…” he lamented.
“Well if you wanted to join in, you could have just asked,” the lord of chaos purred, reaching down and parting the fur at his groin.
Without a word, the caped invertebrate fled, limbs rolling over each other at astonishing speed. Watching his champion shamelessly present herself to get rutted by his foe was one thing, but casting his eyes upon the non-euclidian and reality defying equipment of a god of chaos was something altogether different. The cackling draconequus could be heard over his shoulder as he retreated, a cold sweat on his brow. ‘To Tartarus with this,’ the Squizard thought, pulling off and discarding his cape, ‘I’m going back into accounting.’
A sudden bout of blissful wailing drew Discord’s attention back to Spike. Peering over, he spied the dragon twitching on top of Dairity, his hips jerking and spasming as he came. Poofing over to his diminutive colleague's side, the chaos deity smiled down at his friend. “Having fun, are we?” he chuckled, eying his sweat streaked friend.
“J...just give me a second,” Spike wheezed, attempting to regain composure. Without warning, Dairity rolled to her side before getting to her hooves, leaving the reptile to fall from her groin with a dull thud to the ground.
“Allow me,” the bovine pony cooed, slowly wheeling around to face her partner. Easing herself down, she began licking and slurping at the dragon’s semi-flaccid rods, cleaning them with her muscular tongue.
Spike laid back, enjoying the beast’s oral ministrations, and closed his eyes. It wasn’t until a shadow passed over him, and something warm dripped onto his face, that he peeked out, seeing a prodigious and plump white derriere hovering over his face. Dairity had apparently positioned herself over him while continuing to administer a blowjob, hovering her ass and slickened marehood over his face. His eyes went wide as the posterior over him began to descent with glacial speed.
The dragon let out a pitiable squeak, which quickly became a series of muffled noises, from under the cow-pony’s rump. Having the little reptiles muzzle buried in her leaking snatch, Dairity eased herself onto him fully, fellating his appendages while getting herself off on his face. She was mindful to shift her weight off of him periodically, allowing her tiny partner to catch a breath here or there, before rocking back over his snout.
With his face sandwiched between the curvaceous parody of Rarity’s thighs and lower lips, Spike thought he was going to die. Well, not really, but if he had, it would be one hell of a way to go. Even though he’d only cum a few minutes ago, he already felt like he was on the edge. The mare’s fluids, tart and sweet, mingled with the jizz he’d deposited within her, coated his palate as he desperately tried to get her off. Although he knew she wasn’t the real Rarity, he licked away, his mind drowning in lust. Finding her clit, he carefully toyed with the sensitive organ, using his dexterous forked tongue to accost the delicate nub.
The dragon and dairy mare continued on, muted sounds of pleasure escaping each of them as they stay locked in a sixty nine. Throwing her head back, Dairity cried to the heavens, a veritable tsunami of fem-cum gushing from her crotch onto Spike. The surge of nectar, and convulsions of the cunt on his face, pushed the little reptile over the edge. Like twin geysers, his dongs sprayed cum over the pony’s splotched coat and up, onto her face. Thankfully, the mare had the forethought to roll onto her side, panting and wheezing as she did so.
Spike, coughing up a small amount of the mare’s juices and covered in a curious combo of liquids, stared skyward. He wasn’t sure if copulating with a magically generated imitation of his crush would be considered cheating, or bestiality for that matter, but he didn’t care. He’d never realized the debased possibilities of playing Ogres and Oubliettes with a god of chaos, but now he knew better. An entire realm of inappropriate adventures had been opened and a part of him couldn’t wait to see what could, or would, happen now that Discord had upped their game rating.
“Well, now that you two are thoroughly spent, I guess I’ll give Fluttershy a visit,” the Draconequus sulked, a bit disappointed that their game night had come to an explosive, albeit entertaining, end. With a snap, the trio found themselves back in Twilight’s castle. Sadly, Spike and Big Mac were both still filthy, in desperate need of a shower. “You two have fun,” Discord said, waving at his friends, “and have a happy Nightmare Night.” And just like that, the lord of chaos disappeared, leaving the dragon and pony to their own devices for the evening.
“H...hey Mac?” Spike groaned, looking over at the crimson stallion and drawing his attention. “Let’s not mention this to the girls, especially Rarity or Sugarbelle. I mean, it was a game, so it really shouldn’t matter, but let’s be on the safe side.” he sighed, getting to his feet.
“Yup,” Mac grumbled, standing up himself and leaving a sticky trail of slime on the polished floor.
“Hey! You wanna go out and get some candy? You know, after we’ve cleaned up and everything,” the dragon exclaimed, finding the notion of going out and getting sweets a pleasant distraction from their salacious fanciful exploits. The night was young and would afford them plenty of time to see the town.
“Yup!” the stallion answered, a bit more energetic this time. He really could use something to eat and drink, after exerting himself the way he had.
The two scampered off to shower before fetching a mop to clean the floors where they’d landed. Each mulling over everything they’d just been subjected to by Discord and wondering what else awaited them in the world of Ogres and Oubliettes…
