SNAP!!!

Twilight Sparkle’s castle may have been a marvel in magic-based security (despite how easily Chrysalis’ drones and Starlight Glimmer broke into it), but all of the precautions the Princess could’ve made to her home were pretty much pointless in comparison to Discord’s abilities. With just a single snap of his talons, the draconequus completely transformed the Map Room of Twilight’s castle into something far beyond any comprehension. His chaotic magic expanded the interior space of the already massive room, and made the walls seemingly disappear into a far-off abyss like the place was now outdoors. The crystal floors transformed into a large gridlocked expansion made of cardboard, with its symmetrical lines spreading out for what looked to be miles all across. Out in the distance, gigantic dice of multiple shapes and types were strewn about in varying colors, which helped to add a lot of artistry against the eerily artificial blue skies. And instead of the Map Room’s crystal table, all that could be seen across the checkered ground were countless pieces of life-sized trees made from cardboard cutouts.

In the middle of this magic-infused landscape Discord created, he and his two companions were standing in the middle of it all with looks varying from excitement to trepidation. Spike -- or more appropriately, ‘Garbunkle’ due to his wizard getup -- was hopeful that his nervous smile and blush wasn’t too evident while wearing his thick white beard. As for Big Macintosh, who was donned in his black armor and helmet as ‘Sir McBiggun,’ seemed a bit more wary as he looked around the game board with his muzzle clenched shut. And Discord, who was already in his green tunic with his archery gear and oversized eyebrows, carried an especially sly-looking grin as he took a deep breath, and sighed blissfully to better savor the moment.

“Aaaaahhhhh… Nothing like starting up a good game~” The Archer craned his neck back to glance over at his companions, who were still scanning their surroundings across the game board. “So, are the two of you ready to face the castle?”

“Ummm…” Garbunkle squinted his eyes as he glanced out at the horizon, and readjusted the brim of his hat to better deflect the sunlight from his sights. “... is that the castle all the way out there?”

Garbunkle pointed out to the distance with his free claw, and Sir McBiggun glanced out to see the peculiar item as well. Quite a ways away from the three, a large cardboard structure could be seen peeking out above the horizon of the board. Even though it was hard for either the Wizard or Knight to clearly see, the familiar shapes seemed to look like that of a cartoonish castle. Fortunately for the dragon, Captain Wuzz was quick to nod to Garbunkle’s question and say, “Indeed that is!~ It’s good to see you kept up on your perception stats.”

Garbunkle looked away from the Archer with a bashful blush, seeming rather happy to have his avatar progress noticed like that. Meanwhile, Sir McBiggun narrowed his eyes with a skewed muzzle as he tried to ask, “So, uhhh… are we gonna have to walk all the way out there? ‘Cause if so, that’s one heckuva trip...”

While the burly unicorn scratched the back of his neck with hesitance, Garbunkle took notice of the distance as he grew apprehensive as well. But for Captain Wuzz, who merely scoffed with a roll of his eyes, his playful smirk didn’t dissipate as he suggested, “Well, we could try one of Garbunkle’s fast-travel spells. As long as we roll a thirteen or higher, we won’t gain any damage points from the magical strain.

The Wizard seemed alright with that option, and raised up the massive wooden staff that was over twice his height. “Hey, I’d rather try that instead of walking!”

McBiggun agreed with a quick nod and a “Eeyup,” which was good enough to make Discord’s magic come into play. Captain Wuzz waved his claw up to the skies, but tried not to make his conjuring too obvious while a massive twenty-sided die soared out from up above. The giant icosahedron fell down at a terrifyingly quick rate, and caused the Wizard and Knight to scurry back several steps. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz remained standing with a confident grin, and didn’t even flinch when the die collided with the ground just inches from him. The impact caused a strong gust of wind to blow out around the three, but the draconequus was the only one who didn’t shield himself from it. Instead, he merely looked up to the skies, where a reflective cloud was hovering over the hunk of black plastic to reveal the landing number.

“Ooh!~ You rolled yourself a seventeen!”

Garbunkle and McBiggun looked up at the mirror-like cloud, and smiled upon seeing the reversed number clear as day. “Alright!” said the Wizard as he raised up his staff, and conjured up a strong glow of magic from the white gem at the end of it. With a magical poof similar to Twilight’s teleportation spells, the three players instantly disappeared from sight. And with another puff of magic, the trio reappeared at the base of a large cliff made of a stack of construction paper, which happened to be placed by the side of one of the castle walls.

“Ughhh…” Despite the fast-travel spell being a success, the dragon still had to shiver in discomfort after experiencing such a sudden teleportation. “Man, how does Twilight do that so easily?”

McBiggun shrugged his shoulders, not having much experience on the matter despite his unicorn horn. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz reached into the quiver strapped to his back, and pulled out three binoculars for himself and the other players. “Here you guys go,” he said with a chipper tone that seemed almost unnaturally friendly. “Since we have the perfect vantage point, it might be best to scan the scene and plan our next move~”

The dragon and unicorn nodded while taking their binoculars, and were quick to situate themselves behind a large Jenga block posing as a fallen log. With Captain Wuzz sitting beside them in the hiding spot, the three gazed through their lenses to scan the inside of the castle. However, while the draconequus grinned wickedly to the perverted sights he could see down below, Garbunkle and McBiggun both gasped upon seeing the same things. Meanwhile within the cardboard walls bordering the castle, it seemed that quite a lot of action was unfolding that caused the Wizard and Knight’s faces to instantly blush.

“Are… Are those…” McBiggun gawked through his binoculars for another moment, his baffled expression intensifying by the second. By the time he was finally able to put his lenses down, he immediately glared at the draconequus as he shouted, “Are those my Royal Guard action figures down there?!”

While Captain Wuzz gave a shrug and a shit-eating grin back at the Knight, Garbunkle continued to stare at the plastic debauchery happening through his binoculars. Down within the fake castle grounds, it seemed that Discord’s earlier synopsis of a harem was a light way to interpret the state it was in now. Over a dozen plastic figures of Royal Guards had blotches of grey paint covering up their armor, and had strings of twine binding their muzzles shut. Thick strings were also keeping many of them on leashes, which gave the setting an eerily similar appearance to what Canterlot went through during the Storm King’s invasion. Of course, it wasn’t the bondage or slavery motif that made the Wizard’s lips purse in tightly, or caused his face to burn brightly with a profound blush. Instead, it was what many of those action figures could be seen doing for their captors.

A row or cardboard stocks were set up beside one of the castle walls, each holding one of the captured stallions to lock them in place; meanwhile behind their bound bodies, stallion figures that were painted over with a dark blue color were laughing dominantly while rutting into their backsides. Their heavy thrusts were hard enough to rock the stocks back and forth unstably, not that it seemed to bother the stallions getting fucked in their restraints. In fact, from what the dragon could see through his binoculars, it almost looked like they were moaning by how open their muzzles looked. Although, given all the other gay sex that was unfolding around the castle grounds, it was shocking that stocks were even necessary.

Within the gridlocked space of the castle, it seemed that there weren’t many spaces a player could move around where they wouldn’t encounter one of those figures having sex. Garbunkle could count at least five different captive stallions being brutally bent over against the ground, and being pounded mercilessly by their grinning captors. He could also see a couple of figures laid out in front of another captor, and taking turns giving him head while he was laid back against the wall. The dragon’s eyes eventually took notice of one leashed stallion tugging direly against his restraints, and struggling to get in close to a taunting captor who had his hind-leg raised teasingly. Much to Garbunkle’s shock, it seemed that Discord’s magic made Mac’s action figures very anatomically correct; even from his vantage view, he was able to see that the pony had a rather thick, and throbbing cock that his slave was struggling to get within licking distance of.

“Ummm… that’s unexpected,” the dragon muttered to himself, not realizing how red his face had gotten while staring at the plastic orgy occurring down below.

McBiggun was looking through his binoculars as well, but had a much more notable pout while shaking his head. “Dammit, Discord… did ya have to paint them?”

“I gave your action figures penises, and that’s what’s bothering you?” asked Captain Wuzz while holding up two paint-brushes, still glistening with the wet paint used for those action figures. As the Knight looked away from his binoculars to stare at him intensely, the draconequus sighed and added, “Alright, alright... don’t worry, I promise I’ll restore them to their original condition after this is all finished.”

“Yeah, you better,” growled the unicorn with a strong glare back at the Archer. “My Dad bought me those toys.”

Despite how hard it was to look elsewhere, Spike had to pull the binoculars away from his face while sucking some air through his teeth. Fantasy or not, that detail was enough to make the dragon wince in sympathy. Unfortunately, Captain Wuzz saw that fact as more of a positive as he said, “Well, hopefully that’ll be a better incentive to not be tempted by them and win the game~”

The stallion’s glare didn’t dissipate in the slightest, which caused Wuzz’s optimistic smile to falter quite a bit. Luckily for the two, Garbunkle decided to speak up with one of his claws raised. “So, ummm… if we’re going to storm the castle for the map, we should probably come up with a plan, right?”

The two glanced back at the Wizard briefly, before Garbunkle and McBiggun turned their sights towards Captain Wuzz. Even though the Archer was technically hosting the game, he was quick to put his paw and claw up and say, “Hey, I just gave you two the setting and the overall goal. I never said anything about showing you the method to win it. That’s all on you.”

Garbunkle wanted to say something judgemental about that answer, but he knew that Discord was technically in the right. When it comes to table-top gaming, one of the biggest appeals is the fact that a quest can go any which way a player chooses. And even though a Dungeon Master is meant to craft the story in every way they could envision, it wasn’t like the Entity of Chaos couldn’t improvise if needed. So instead of getting upset about Captain Wuzz’s assessment, the dragon looked back at McBiggun and said with a shrug, “Well… if you have any ideas, we’d love to hear it.”

The stallion huffed through his nostrils in thought, and went back to peering through his binoculars for better intel. “Well… the castle walls seem to be mighty strong. Ah doubt my sword can help much…”

Garbunkle was peering through his pair as well, and sighed with a saddened nod. “Yeah… And the front gates look sturdy too. I’m not sure if we can really break in, and I can’t do another teleportation spell for three more turns--NNGHH!!”

The dragon instantly looked away from his binoculars with his eyes wide-open, and his blush re-intensified. “Ummm… I didn’t expect to see the figures doing that…”

McBiggun wanted to ask what got his friend so flustered, but he gasped in shock as soon as he spotted the same thing Garbuckle did. Down in the middle of the castle court, the unicorn could see through his binoculars while one of his figures was fully tied-up in string. While the plastic stallion sat with a blissful smile and his mouth wide-open, four of the captor ponies were cackling maniacally while masturbating around him. And judging by the glossy white blotches that were drizzled along the figure’s face and body, it seemed that Discord’s magic made their newfound anatomy fully functional as well.

While the Wizard tried to control his breathing and keep from getting too overwhelmed, McBiggun covered his face with both hooves with a look of regret. “Nnnnnnnngggg… Ah think my childhood just died a little...”

“Oh, pish-posh,” jeered Captain Wuzz with a wave of his paw. “Shouldn’t you be happy your toys are having fun?~”

The stallion looked like he was about to kill their Archer for that statement, but Garbuckle hummed audibly enough to catch both of the other players’ interests. “Hmmm… that’s an interesting point, actually…”

When the two turned their attention to the dragon, he was staring at the castle without his binoculars while speaking out loud. “I mean… the stallions in that castle were enslaved, but… none of them seem too upset about it…”

McBiggun’s brows raised up in revelation, and he blinked a couple times upon realizing his friend was right. Even though those figures were being bound and enslaved by some really pervy captors, they all seemed fairly… happy about their new roles. Even when they were being leashed and bound into stocks, neither of the players noticed any saddened faces from their vantage point. The Wizard and Knight slowly turned their attention back towards the smirking draconequus, but the only answer he was willing to give was a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Hmmm… perhaps there’s something going on worth investigating~”

Even with Captain Wuzz’s sly grin, the Knight and Wizard both scoffed with rolls of their eyes. The sight within those castle grounds may have been shocking to say the least, but they both knew it was likely better to stick to their goal. So instead of thinking of the explanation for those slaves acting so complacent, Garbuckle and McBiggun looked back towards the giant tower looming over the castle. It almost looked like a gigantic toilet paper roll among the rest of the cardboard fortress, and the exterior appeared to be rather smooth without any grip points.

“Hmmm… I don’t think we can climb that from the outside,” pondered the dragon while tugging at his beard.

“Ennope,” said McBiggun in agreement with a shake of his head. “And judgin’ by how far away it is, Ah doubt Captain Wuzz’s arrows can hit it and stick.”

“I’m afraid not,” noted the Archer with a solemn nod of his head. “From this distance, the closest I can hit are the ledges to those walls. But with all of the Guards still down there, it would be impossible to go in unseen.”

The two glanced back down at the main court of the cardboard fortress, and sighed upon realizing Wuzz was right. Despite how preoccupied all of those guys may have been with their moaning slaves, it was doubtful they could sneak in without at least one Guard taking notice. Not to mention, they would also need a plan to safely escape the castle as well. McBiggun groaned while pinching the bridge of his snout, not feeling too confident about any alternative plans. However, the ever-blushing dragon darted his eyes between his fellow players, and that looming castle that was piquing his curiosity. The quest may have been called The Tower of Temptation, but the dragon didn’t seem to notice anything too unusual when he opened his mouth to speak.

“Well, ummm… what if one of us was a distraction?”

Sir McBiggun and Captain Wuzz turned to stare at the Wizard, whose nervous blush was just barely concealed by his thick beard. Even though it was clear that Garbunkle seemed hesitant, he took a deep breath while strengthening the grip around his staff. “I mean… If Captain Wuzz used his arrow to hit the wall, and I used an invisibility spell on myself before climbing over, I could probably do some stuff to catch their attention while you two sneak in after me.”

Garbunkle then tried to smile to show his confidence, but he was showing a few too many teeth to make it too genuine. Luckily, his plan seemed to make McBiggun nod in approval, his expression appearing impressed by that tactic. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz grinned more sultrily as he shrugged in acceptance, and said, “Honestly, that’s a fairly solid plan! Nice job, Garbunkle~”

The dragon bashfully looked away while rubbing the back of his head, but the draconequus could see his grateful smile. Of course, Wuzz’s grin widened quite a bit more as he snapped his claw, and conjured up another massive twenty-sided die to plummet from the skies. “Let’s just hope the numbers are in our favors~”

Garbunkle and McBiggun scurried back once again, even though they knew that Discord likely wasn’t going to crush them with it. As the giant hunk of back plastic barreled down towards their cliff, it didn’t seem to be noticed by any of the plastic ponies from their castle. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz looked up with his arms crossed, and heard his own booming voice bellowing out from the clouds. “The brave explorers plan to invade the castle with the aid of Captain Wuzz’s archery skills. However, the skilled Archer must achieve a ten or higher to hit the wall safely~”

Captain Wuzz didn’t wait for the die to fall as he pulled out his bow, as well as one of his arrows from his quiver. He drew the string back as far as he could, and a thick rope could be seen tied to the back of the arrow. Luckily, that addition didn’t seem to affect its wind resistance as he shot the arrow in a single swift motion, and made it barrel towards the castle at lightning speed.

The die crashed down just inches from the draconequus again, rippling the ground and making his two counterparts jolt from a distance away. While the top of the icosahedron revealed an impressive eighteen engraved in the plastic, the arrow pierced the cardboard like a hot knife through butter. And due to Captain Wuzz’s skillful ropework, there was a perfectly tensed line that ran between the back of that arrow, and the Jenga block that it was tied around. “Alright, Garbunkle!” he chirped happily as he looked back at the Wizard with a thumb’s up. “You’re good~”

The dragon nodded affirmatively, and rushed up with his staff to continue their plan. Due to the high vantage point they were at, the rope was at a good enough incline for Garbunkle to slide down it like a zipline. However, the Wizard remembered to stop just before reaching the ledge, and overheard Discord’s booming voice from the skies again.

“Garbunkle the Wizard is just about to traverse down the treacherous rope, and has chosen to use an invisibility spell on himself to enter the castle incognito. In order to succeed in this plan, he must counteract his endurance loss from his earlier spell, and roll a fifteen or higher.”

Much like that die, none of the sex-crazed ponies in the castle paid any attention to the omnipotent voice from up above. Nor did they seem to notice how that die shot back up into the air, and spun around wildly before bellowing back down. Garbunkle gulped worriedly, knowing that he only had a twenty-five percent chance of success. Nevertheless, the Wizard still clenched his eyes before grasping his staff, and summoning a bright zap of magic towards himself. Just as he felt that energetic surge of magic strike him, the die crashed back down to the ground with a thunderous thud.

By the time Garbunkle’s magic dissipated, neither McBiggun or Captain Wuzz could see their Wizard counterpart. All that was left was the staff seemingly floating on its own, and the number fifteen engraved at the top of that die.

“Ooh, you just barely made it!” Wuzz exclaimed with an impressed smile on his muzzle. He then pointed towards the rope and shouted, “Alright, your spell was successful! Go for it~”

McBiggun wasn’t sure what he expected, but his brows raised as he saw Garbunkle’s staff bobbing up and down towards the rope. He could see the imprints of the dragon’s feet against the cushy cardboard ground, but they stopped the instant that staff hopped up to lay atop the rope. The magical rod slid down the incline horizontally, and the Wizard could be heard whimpering a little as he ascended down at tremendous speed. Luckily for the little dragon, his agility proved to be rather impressive as the staff reached the castle wall, and spun around the rope before catapulting itself up to the ledge.

Meanwhile back at the cliff, McBiggun tilted his head and pondered, “Wait a minute… couldn’t he have just flown over that wall?”

“Spike may have been able to,” reminded Captain Wuzz as he remained in character, “but Garbunkle’s avatar hasn’t been updated since his molting.”

“Ahhhh…” The Knight nodded in understanding, and tried not to wince in embarrassment from forgetting that detail.

Meanwhile, the invisible Wizard was quick to scurry along the outer edge of the wall to reach its inner stairway. Since he was much closer to all of the action, the dragon couldn’t help but blush profusely as he heard the near deafening moans of pleasure from down below. Not to mention, it seemed that Discord really made sure to add authenticity to his details, as Garbunkle could catch the rich, ripe scent of sex wafting all around him. He tried not to breathe in too deeply, but his lips pursed shut while he breathed in through his nostrils. And with each step he took, the dragon didn’t seem to notice how much his nostrils were flaring out with every inhale.

“Nnnnghhh…” By the time he finally reached the stairs, the dragon had to audibly gulp from how much saliva was building up inside of his mouth. His staff was wobbling a little due to his fidgeting claws, but Garbunkle’s grip remained strong enough to ensure it was firmly in his grasp. Luckily, even though the sight of a floating staff should’ve set off several alarms, the plastic debauchery happening down below was a fair enough distraction for most of the figures to ignore it. Meanwhile, the dragon’s footsteps soon reappeared on the castle grounds, which happened to have a thin coating of sawdust to simulate dirt.

Up at the cliff, McBiggun and Captain Wuzz were watching the Wizard’s progress through their binoculars. The Archer was the first to spot Garbunkle’s footsteps, and said with a piqued tone of voice, “Ooh~ It looks like he’s heading right towards the tower!”

“Good on ‘im,” nodded the Knight with a cocky-looking grin. Despite how differently Discord was running this game, it seemed that he may have made it a little too easy for his friends. Of course, since he was still peering through his lens, he wasn’t able to notice the ever-present smirk that remained on the draconequus’ face. Nor was McBiggun able to see it widen in response to him saying, “Heh~ Honestly, this ain’t too bad.”

“Indeed it isn’t, good Knight,” purred Wuzz with a lick of his lips, before he added more sultrily, “Hopefully, he can retrieve that map before his magic wears off~”

“Eeyup,” he noted with a nod. “Ah hope he does too--Wait, what?!?” McBiggun dropped his binoculars he was holding with his magic, and stared back at the Archer wide-eyed. “Whad’ya mean when it wears off?!”

“Well, he only rolled a fifteen, remember?” reminded the draconequus as he continued staring at the direction Garbunkle’s footsteps were headed. Even though it seemed he was making a beeline towards the tower, there was no telling what might happen while his staff remained bobbing up and down in midair. “If he had rolled a twenty, he would’ve had a much easier time doing this task. But as he is now…”

Down within the confines of that musky courtyard, which was flourishing in carnal delights from all around, the little Wizard tried his hardest to maintain his focus and remain discreet. Unfortunately, despite how hard he tried to keep a steady pace towards the tower doors across the yard, his breaths started to quiver from how distracting everything was. The sight of countless plastic ponies fucking in every which way may have been a lot to process from the cliff, but it was a completely different thing to be walking up so close to those thrusting figurines. The unexplainable musk that was wafting from those plastic bodies was strong enough for the dragon to taste on his tongue, and made him keep his mouth tightly shut. However, that only further affected his focus as he kept breathing through his nostrils, which caused that heady aroma to fill his lungs and make his scales tingle.

Garbunkle’s eyes tried their hardest to remain pointed towards the doors of that tower in the distance. But alas, it was hard for the Wizard to keep his attention when countless ponies were either sucking cock, getting pounded in the ass, or receiving cumshots from all around him. The dragon felt like he was thrown into some twisted carnival of perversion, and his legs couldn’t stop twitching to make his pace slower and more erratic. And worst of all, despite knowing this quest was supposed to be called the Tower of Temptation, he couldn’t exactly shake away the confusion he felt from how hot he was getting beneath his robe.

Fortunately, neither the enslaved figures or their captors seemed to notice those peculiar footprints treading just a few feet from their thrusting forms, nor did they care about the giant staff that was floating around like a glitch in a video game. But despite that lucky break, Garbunkle soon found himself in a precarious spot as he tried to get past a couple of the cardboard stocks holding some moaning figures. The line of stocks went all around the back wall, and were a rather big barrier that kept the dragon from going to the door just behind them. Since there was no other way past, and the Wizard’s magic was fairly depleted from his invisibility spell, that meant he only had two options: He could either slide in between the stocks, which would likely get his staff noticed by the captors ruthlessly fucking those slaves side-by-side; or… he could put his invisibility to his advantage and crawl underneath them.

And while McBiggun and Captain Wuzz watched from afar, both of their brows raised up as they saw the dragon’s staff tilting horizontally, and his claw-prints imbedded into the sawdust.

“Ohhhhh dear~” cooed the draconequus in a faux-saddened tone of voice while he looked through the binoculars and shook his head. “That’s going to take up a lot of time. Not to mention, getting in that close might be a bit… overwhelming~”

The Knight gulped worriedly, and his eyes darted between his binoculars and the nearby rope while the gears in his head began turning. But despite whatever it was McBiggun was thinking about, poor Garbunkle was on his own as he decided to go underneath one of those stocks. The grey-painted figure was moaning out in absolute rapture while tightly bound in his stocks, with his head rocking back and forth from the brute force his captor was delivering from behind. The pony’s face may have been fairly featureless and plastic (and identical to all of the other ones around the castle), but his cheeks were still burning a deep shade of crimson while his muzzle was hung open. And underneath the stallion’s wobbling and limp legs, a notable puddle of precum was directly in the dragon’s path while the slave’s thick, rigid cock endlessly throbbed and smacked against the underside of his barrel.

“Aaaaahhhhh!!!~” The pony was within inches of Garbunkle’s visible staff, but his eyes were clenched tightly shut while he wailed out in pure ecstasy. “P-Please, Master! Mnnnnghhh… F… Fill me with your superior load and BREED ME!!~”

The Wizard tried his hardest not to groan as he paused for a couple seconds, needing to collect himself before crawling underneath that cardboard stock. The sounds of those hard plastic smacks between the figures’ bodies was making Garbunkle’s body twitch involuntarily, unable to stop those hard clacks ringing so close to his ears. Plus, as the little dragon began to crawl underneath the literal fuck-toy, he felt strong goosebumps as he heard that captor growling down at his prey, “Ohhhh, I’m gonna breed you alright, you pathetic vermin! You and all of your friends are nothing more than our cocksocks from now on!! AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!!”

The figure pounded even harder into the wailing slave, bucking against him primally enough to risk breaking the cardboard his stallion was bound in. Luckily, the Wizard was able to crawl past that stock without any suspicion. But as soon as he got between the plastic figure’s quivering legs, he had to stop upon seeing that meaty cock dangling helplessly just inches from his face. Even with his invisibility spell remaining, Garbunkle was sure a reddish hue could still be seen from how hot his cheeks were getting. And as the captor’s thrusts grew more erratic and animalistic, the dragon had to clench his teeth from hearing him moan out deeply from above. “Aaaahhhh!!!~ You… You ready, you little slut?! YOU READY?!? MMMMNNNNNFFFFFF!!!~”

Without warning, the blue stallion hilted himself deep inside of his slave with a heavy groan, with his hind-legs twitching from how intensely that orgasm stuck him. Garbunkle wasn’t able to see the captive pony’s face as he cried out in elation. However, the little Wizard did see how strongly that plastic cock spasmed underneath the slave’s bound form, and how much that rigid shaft throbbed from its incoming release. Just as the stallion’s plump balls writhed upward while the captor’s pair pressed up against them, Garbunkle couldn’t even gasp before that first load erupted directly before him.

“MMMFFF!!” The little dragon knew his plan was a risky one, but he clearly didn’t predict for his face to be an accidental target for the slave’s twitching cock. Spurt after spurt of the pony’s thick, pent-up load shot out in enthusiastically heavy ropes, that draped all across the Wizard’s face and hat to catch him off guard. His mouth instinctively opened up wide as he gasped in surprise, only to leave him with a big mouthful of jizz that shot right between his bearded lips. As the dragon’s mouth closed up, and his eyes remained as wide as frisbees from that shockingly potent load inside of his mouth, his body locked up in shock as he continued to be bukkaked hard by that stallion.

By the time the slave was finished, Garbunkle could be seen oddly well from the visible shape that the slave’s ropes of cum provided over him. Gooey strands clung to the brim of his hat, dribbled down the scales on his cheeks, and even dripped down his thick beard to give a clear look of his face. Because of that, his companions up above could see his expression clench up as he closed his eyes, and he shuddered from the strong bitter flavor that nearly stung his tongue. The dragon didn’t seem to realize how strongly his tail pulled up while it remained invisible, even as it smacked the underside of the pony’s stocks loudly. Nor did he realize how audibly he groaned as he shivered from the taste, or even how badly his little cock throbbed while standing rigidly between his pudgy legs.

Instead, just as the Wizard’s invisibility began to wear off, McBiggun and Captain Wuzz gasped as they saw their dragon counterpart pull his cum-glazed head back, and inexplicably swallowed that mouthful with a heavy gulp.

“Oooooohhhhhh~” Despite knowing how wrong that action may have been (even in a fictionalized environment like this one), Garbunkle couldn’t explain why that sensation felt so… right. As he finally reopened his empty mouth to moan out softly from that strangely titillating sensation, he didn’t seem to realize the spent captor catching sight of him beneath his slave. Unfortunately, the bukkaked Wizard didn’t notice several of the other blue-painted figures taking notice of him either.

“SHIT!” shouted Sir McBiggun, who dropped his binoculars while rushing over towards the rope at lightning speed. His horn lit up to pull out his massive cardboard sword, which happened to still be in its protective sheath. Due to that smooth and protective layer between the blade and the rope, the Knight wasn’t at risk of cutting anything as he traversed down the incline heroically. While Captain Wuzz continued to watch the action at Garbunkle’s end, the booming voice from earlier narrated McBiggun’s descent towards the castle.

“Oh no! Garbunkle has been discovered by the perverted stallions who occupy the castle! Sir McBiggun slides down the rope to help rescue his friend, but will the Knight’s agility stats be enough to succeed?~”

The massive die shot back up into the air to spin around once more, and traveled back down to the ground just as the unicorn galloped his way along the castle’s outer wall. Meanwhile, Garbunkle didn’t seem to realize what was happening before he felt a hard yank of his tail, and he was pulled out from underneath the stocks by one of the grinning captors. “Well, well, well… Look what we have here~”

“GAHHH!!” The Wizard’s cheeks may have still been blushing hotly while slathered in splooge, but he tried to squirm away from that figure’s grip on his tail. But despite how much he tried to scratch against the cardboard ground to get some friction, he was easily pulled out in the open while hearing multiple ponies cackling evilly from above. And even worse, even with how terrified the dragon looked in his stained robe and wizard hat, his breaths remained rapid and heated from the involuntary shivers still creeping up his spine.

Not to mention, his cock could be seen rock-hard as it tented up the bottom of his robe.

“YAAAHHHH!!!” The brave crimson Knight barreled into the courtyard like it was the climax of an action movie, and began to swing his sword about wildly with his magic. Many of the previously lustrous captors of the castle galloped towards him with spears drawn, and tried to counteract McBiggun’s swings with hard thrusts of their own. Luckily though, it seemed that the vast numbers were nothing compared to the stallion’s heroic combat skills. But as the number of blue figures around McBiggun increased, and his sword swung about more rapidly against the countless cardboard spears, that booming voice returned just as the die was about to hit the ground.

“Sir McBiggun must roll an eight or higher to break through those defenses, and save his friend before he gets claimed by the tempting pleasures around them! But will he succeed?~”

While Garbunkle continued to resist as best as he could, and Sir McBiggun kept fighting off the countless hordes of plastic attackers, Captain Wuzz casually walked towards the rope to join in. The giant die hit the ground just as the draconequus slid down the rope with his bow, with his knowing smirk indicating that he knew just where that plastic landed…

“Oh, no!” shouted Discord’s voice from the chaotic skies. “It seems that Sir McBiggun landed a five! I’m afraid that’s not good enough, brave Knight~”

“Wait, what?!” shouted McBiggun in shock, pausing just long enough to give one of those plastic ponies the upper-hoof. A spear spot outward to strike the Knight’s cardboard sword, and caused it to fly out of his aura. The unicorn tried to reclaim it with his magic, but the cardboard disappeared behind the figures as it slid several feet across the ground and out of McBiggun’s range. He gasped as he tried to lunge out and grab it with his hooves, but several of the blue-painted foes were quick to tackle him to the ground and overtake his strength. During the heated scuffle, one of the captors managed to slide a thick magic inhibiting ring over McBiggun’s horn, disabling his magic and rendering his appendage useless.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Up along the castle’s outer wall, Captain Wuzz merely shook his head with a faux-disappointed expression while walking quite casually. “Honestly, Big Mac should’ve really considered increasing his magic stats after our previous quest…”

While the Archer walked down the steps completely unnoticed, several of the treacherous foes used ropes to tie McBiggun’s hooves down while he squirmed helplessly. Large, nail-shaped tent-poles were quickly hammered into the ground for the ropes to tie to, ensuring that the large stallion was bound stomach-down against the cardboard. His limbs were all spread out tightly so he couldn’t get any traction, and he was left flattened out without any means to escape himself. With every panicked grunt McBiggun made through his nostrils, clouds of sawdust blew out to latch against his red coat and dirty him up even more. But strangely enough, unlike the cum-drenched Wizard who was being circled all around by other grinning figures, none of the blue captors seemed to try anything sexual on the Knight just yet.

Instead, the poor unicorn was given a prime view of his friend while Garbunkle was sitting by himself on the ground, and looking up worriedly at his waiting foes. But surprisingly enough, it seemed that it wasn’t just the blue-painted figurines that circled around the captured Knight and compromised Wizard. Several of the captors decided to pull in their lust-addled slaves by their leashes, and lead them towards McBiggun and Garbunkle. Upon seeing the two invaders, the grey-painted ponies’ faces lit up as they were brought over towards them. “Oh this is wonderful!” exclaimed one of them, which caused Sir McBiggun to wince worriedly. The Knight, who was sprawled-out from all sides in his bindings and left completely exposed, was hopeful that these plastic stallions weren’t too expectant of an effortless rescue.

But much to his shock, their eager smiles looked towards the bukkaked dragon before another one asked, “Ooh, are you and your buddy looking to join us?~”

McBiggun’s eyes shot wide-open, and his pupils shrunk in a mix of confusion and unbridled fear. He may have not known about Starlight Glimmer’s past until she was redeemed, but he heard enough from Sugar Belle and Applejack to understand what was currently going on. Those figures may have been bound up and leashed as slaves, but they weren’t being held here purely against their free will. From the looks on their ecstatic-looking plastic faces, they seemed absolutely content about the leashes around their necks and the muzzle-guards over their faces. Even the stallions trapped in their stocks were still moaning out in ecstasy as they continued to be pounded by their captors, who haven’t stopped their ruttings even after McBiggun and Garbunkle broke in. From the tied up Knight’s perspective, there was no doubt what was going on: these ponies were put under some kind of outside influence to succumb to their impulses, and give in for these brainwashing fiends.

And worst of all, the growing blush on Garbunkle’s face made it look like he wasn’t too far off from joining in too.

“Ooh!~ Looks like this one already got started!” One of the slaves leaned in towards the dragon’s face, and caught Garbunkle by surprise as the pony dragged his plastic tongue deeply along one of his cheeks. While the Wizard gasped and froze in shock, the grey figure shivered in pure delight upon swallowing that mouthful of stallion jizz. “Mmmmmm!!~ You got yourself a good one, Mister…”

The leashed pony smiled down at Garbunkle expectantly, waiting for him to say introduce himself. Even though he was surrounded on all sides by plastic perverts, the dragon was able to nervously take a breath before muttering weakly, “M… M-My name is, uhhh… Garbunkle?”

“Pleasure to meet you!” said the slave as he extended out his hoof, and shook Garbunkle’s claw. While the Wizard sat in the sawdust in confusion, he wasn’t able to respond until the pony brought his hoof down towards the dragon’s crotch. Garbunkle gasped with a shiver upon feeling that plastic hoof grasping his rod, and the slave saying more suggestively, “And it’s a pleasure to see this up for attention as well~”

“HEY!!” shouted McBiggun from his bound position, not wanting his friend to get molested because of Discord’s perverted game. Fantasy or not, the Knight did not take kindly to letting this quest venture too far into darker territory. However, despite how angered the stallion was looking, Garbunkle didn’t try to resist as he leaned back against his claws, and shuddered with a bit lip. As trails of jizz continued to run down his scales and stain his robe, the Wizard showed almost no resistance while the slave giggled innocently, and continued to rub that twitching tent sensually. Due to the dragon’s frozen state, Sir McBiggun thrashed against his ropes and shouted out, “DISCORD!! DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!!”

“I’m already rolling for dexterity!” said Captain Wuzz rather nonchalantly, while he stood at the case of the stairs and raised up his bow. While the Archer drew back his arrow, the giant die bounced up in the air to make another roll. However, the hunk of plastic only went up about a fraction as high as it had before, and barely spun around to land too randomly. While the draconequus tried not to smirk, the die landed back with a much less profound thud to reveal Wuzz’s fate.

“Oops! I just landed a one~” The string to Captain Wuzz’s bow suddenly broke from the strain he was giving it. Sir McBiggun’s jaw dropped, and his left eye twitched in immediate realization of what was going on. Meanwhile, the now weaponless Archer gave a carefree shrug of his shoulders as he tossed his broken bow aside, and said, “Welp, I guess that means I’m out for the count in this one!~”

A couple of the captors quickly came up to the draconequus get him restrained. But much to McBiggun’s shock and anger, Wuzz didn’t even try to fight as he preemptively put his arms behind his back, and even lowered his neck for one of their leashes to be strapped on. “Oh, what a horrible fate that had fallen upon me~” he lamented in an obviously fake tone of voice, which was accompanied by a downright giddy-looking smile. “Oh, what ever shall I do now that I’ve been helplessly captured alongside my friends?~”

The stallion groaned with a pained wince as he slumped his head back down, with his helmet hitting the cardboard ground with a muffled thud. Even though he knew he should’ve known better, McBiggun still cursed himself for being literally roped into his friend’s demented scheme. He may have been grateful he wasn’t being treated like Garbunkle was, but he was certain that Discord wasn’t going to let him go unscathed. Since he was trapped without any chance of escape, he could only look back at the Wizard as he was writhing before the plastic slave.

Despite having no restraints on him yet, the dragon didn’t respond with anything more than a heated shiver as the figure reached down with a grey hoof, and pulled up the bottom of his robe. A round of amused coos and giggles could be heard from the other stallions as Garbunkle’s cock was exposed out in the open. McBiggun winced and looked away out of politeness, but he still saw enough of the draconic member to blush profusely. The Wizard’s dragonhood wasn’t that big, but still stood out rigidly in its erect, three and a half inch stature. Garbunkle whimpered a little as he laid out completely exposed in front of so many peering eyes, and his blush grew even heavier when he felt his cock twitching readily. An unexpected spurt of precum shot out from his dragonhood, which made all of the waiting slaves giggle in delight from the glob landing across his scaled waist.

“Mmmmm~” The plastic slave licked his lips upon seeing the dragon’s pre, and then looked back up at Garbunkle with a more sultry gaze. “I know, right? I reacted the same way before I chose to surrender too~”

The Knight and Wizard’s eyes both shot wide-open, clearly having caught that particular word the figure said: Chose. The slave wasn’t forced into being a cock-hungry slut for his captors. He didn’t surrender to the idea of being a slave against his own free will. It was a choice that he made on his own accord; and judging by the identical smiles that the other grey-painted stallions were carrying, it was doubtful he was the only one to make that claim.

McBiggun grew more visibly worried, and struggled even harder in his bondage to try and escape. But surprisingly enough, the nails imbedded in that cardboard seemed to be particularly sturdy, and didn’t even move a millimeter from the stallion’s tugs. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz was laid down beside the Knight while hog-tied, with his arms and legs being bound behind his back with a thick bundle of rope. “Remember, Mac,” he said with a reassuring tone of voice before McBiggun could say anything, “this game is purely fictional. And I added a detail that nothing will happen unless you or Spike want it~”

If looks could kill, then the deathly glare that Sir McBiggun gave the Archer would’ve left Captain Wuzz’s body unrecognizable. But since the Knight wasn’t able to lunge at him in any way, the draconequus’ smile didn’t detract at all while motioning towards their friend. “And you need to TRUST me when I say, that slave is only acting in such a way because he knows Garbunkle does~”

Back within that circle of cackling plastic ponies, Garbunkle was starting to moan while the slave had his hoof firmly around the base of his dragonhood. The stallion was looking up at him with his eyes narrowed lustrously, and took notice of the Wizard’s heavy breaths while he stayed seated without resistance. Despite the figure being made of plastic, it was clear that his grip felt quite pleasurable from the dragon remaining in place, and shuddering from each teasing stroke up and down his ribbed length. More precum spat out from the pointed tip, and glistened the pink flesh with a heavy sheen while it throbbed hard in the slave’s grip. One of the other slaves came up from behind to remove the Wizard’s hat, which allowed droplets of sweat to trail down his scales and combine with the thick strands of cum still plastering his face.

“You like that feeling, mister dragon?~” cooed the slave affectionately while he stroked him slowly, and smiled from hearing his weak moans. “I know that you do~ That pleasure you feel coursing through your body… the taste of fresh cum you can still taste on your tongue… the idea of what else you could be able to do without any repercussions…”

Garbunkle was panting deeply while laying back in submission, but his brows raised a little from catching that last part of the slave’s coaxing statement. He knew deep down that he should’ve been trying to help his friends, or use his lack of personal bondage to his advantage and try to run off. But alas, with each titillating stroke that the slave’s plastic hoof gave up and down his rigid cock, the Wizard’s composure kept breaking down at an alarming rate. The dragon gulped another mouthful of drool building up in his mouth, which caused him to shiver with his eyes shut upon tasting the remnants of that salty load from earlier.

Meanwhile, the slave bent his head in closer to the Wizard’s, and he added with a more direct tone of voice, “Besides, Discord made it so no time will pass while you’re in this game. So why not just give in, and let yourself be fucked silly without Twilight knowing?~”

McBiggun froze with his eyes as wide as frisbees, and his muzzle wide-open upon hearing that meta reply. His shocked look went back towards the grinning draconequus, who just nodded knowingly to what the Knight just heard. “What?” he asked nonchalantly. “I did say it was the Tower of Temptation~”

Even though it may have completely broken the immersion of the actual game, the bearded dragon didn’t appear to be too unnerved by the slave’s persuasive statement. If anything, it seemed like his words were reassuring enough to make him moan out even louder from those tantalizing strokes. But before the Wizard could end up shooting his load too soon, the plastic figure slowed down his movements as he leaned in even closer, and eyed Garbunkle close enough to feel each hot breath against his scales.

“Just imagine the possibilities, Spike~ You could experience things that no ponies outside of this game could ever claim. You’ll be used in every possible manner you could imagine, and you could remain here for as long as you could possibly want! Hours… Days… maybe even several Weeks worth of hot, throbbing cock without ever feeling tired or fatigued~ And by the time you do finish, and Discord finally sends you back home, nothing will have changed…”

The bound stallion grew more unnerved from each sentence he heard that figure say, and clenched his muzzle tightly from the realization of what Discord had planned. Instead of just making some wild Ogres and Oubliettes quest, the draconequus crafted up the ultimate fuck-session with the aid of his chaotic magic. And due to his abilities, Big Mac couldn’t deny that he actually could get an absurd amount of sex without being caught by his girlfriend. Even though he would rather drop dead than make such an unfaithful choice, his focus remained on his scaled and slathered friend in worry of how he’ll respond to the offer.

“SPIKE!!” shouted the Knight fearfully, no longer caring about remaining in character. “Spike, you have to cast a defense spell! You can still get your staff, DO IT NOW!!”

Even though the dragon’s staff was close enough for him to feasibly grab, it was obvious from his half-lidded gaze that Discord’s quest carried much more temptation than expected. His head reeled back as he moaned out more openly from those strokes, and he began to gaze around and peer at all of those waiting stallions. Without any prompting by their captors, several of the slaves either bent over submissively for their masters, or lunged down beneath them to begin fellating their cocks. Before too long, Spike’s senses frayed even more as he was met with the intoxicating sounds of moaning stallions, slurping lips against thick shafts, and meaty slaps of flesh as hot cock pounded those eager tailholes with no avail. Unfortunately, just as he began to moan out in response to all of those depraved figures getting it on around him, the dragon gasped out sharply the moment that first slave let go of his twitching cock.

“You know it’s tempting, Mister Garbunkle~” the figure cooed teasingly, giving a sly-looking grin that seemed all too familiar to the draconequus who crafted such a warped O&O quest. “But your friend over there is right. If you grab that staff, you could easily continue on this quest, and possibly even win it yourself! Of course… I have a feeling you’re a little too tempted to let such an opportunity pass by~”

The bearded dragon was squirming hard as he tried to touch himself and keep stroking; unfortunately, the slave was quick to grab both of his claws and hold them away from his crotch. That action caused a pained groan to escape Garbunkle’s mouth, and his blush grew even hotter from the powerful strains that came from each throb of his untouched cock. Meanwhile, McBiggun tried his hardest to break the Wizard from his afflictions as he screamed out, “SPIKE! Try to get the staff!! GET THE GODDAMN STAFF RIGHT NOW!!”

Captain Wuzz, who was still tightly bound up and laying on his side without a care in the world, chuckled playfully before looking up to the skies. He watched as a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere from up above, and struck down into the castle grounds. The thunderous bang made everyone jolt from the impact it made, and also caused Garbunkle’s staff to fly outward from underneath the stocks. The large stick landed right next to the Wizard, which made McBiggun tilt his head in confusion. He glanced back at the Archer, who shrugged his shoulders and said, “What? He should at least have a chance to choose, shouldn’t he?”

“In a quite literal strike of chance,” bellowed out the booming voice of Discord’s from above, “Garbunkle was able to be reunited with his trusty staff, and possibly bring luck back to his favor. But even with the Tower of Temptation so close in sight, could the Wizard be able to break the temptation happening right now?~”

Even though he could hear that narrating voice clear as day, the blushing dragon was left in an absolute whirlwind of conflict as he gazed all around to marvel at the debauchery happening before his emerald eyes. He could see how strongly many of those slaves’ eyes were rolled back while they were moaning in rapture, their bodies rocking back and forth from the powerful thrusts their captors were delivering to their raised backsides. His breaths quivered upon seeing the thick, domineering bulges of the captors’ plump cockheads barreling through those slutty ponies’ throats, and the glossy sheen coating their shafts from the copious amounts of drool. And most of all, the rich and overbearing aroma of sweat, musk, and pure testosterone-laden cum wafted around to hit Spike’s senses like a brick; if the scent of sex was any more concentrated, then there was a good chance it would’ve been as strong as the remants of cum still plasted inside of his mouth.

“SPIKE, PLEASE!!” pleaded the stallion from outside that circle of sex, which began to close in around Garbunkle to further entrap him. “You don’t have to do this!! Ah can’t--MMMFFFF!!”

One of the slaves outside of the circle finally decided to tie up McBiggun’s muzzle, which caused him to thrash even harder in his restraints. The same treatment wasn’t given towards Captain Wuzz, so he was able to say towards his comrade, “Honestly, I think you’ve said quite enough for Garbunkle to process, dear Knight.” His smile then grew wickedly intense before he added with a more sinister tone, “But now... he has to make his choice~”

Despite how enamored the little Wizard may have looked in his exposed and bushing state, one of his claws started to twitch and inch its way towards the waiting staff. Back up on the cliff, that giant die shot back up into the air to spin wildly, ensuring that his outcome would be left to chance. And even as the reverberating sounds of raunchy sex intensified with each second that passed within the circle, Garbunkle could still hear Discord’s narrating voice booming from up above.

“It seems that Garbunkle might have the chance to break his temptation, and cast a shielding spell against his lustrous foes! But due to his afflictions, he has to row a seventeen or higher to be successful. If he’s able to do so, he might have the window of time needed to regain his bearings, and make a rush towards the Tower to retrieve the map. But if he fails, then… well, we’ll have to wait and see~”

Even with the first slave still standing over him with a wide and knowingly cheeky smile, Garbunkle was able to wrap his digits around his trusty staff. The die up above plummeted down to the ground, just as the dragon strengthened his grip and lifted up the pole. McBiggun could see the crystal tip of the Wizard’s staff rising up above the crowd of raunchy ponies, and held his breath in hopeful anticipation. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz stared between that staff and the falling die, his smirking expression bordering between curiosity and expectation.

The dragon’s eyes clenched shut as he groaned through his conflicted feelings, and he struggled to keep focus while his cock remained as hard as ever. He could still hear all of that near-deafening sex from all around, which caused his heart to race even faster between his weak breaths. But in a split-second of clarity, Spike took a deep breath before he strengthened his grip, and reopened his eyes up towards that waiting slave. His slitted eyes carried a look of pure determination, and the figure’s smile faltered the slightest bit as he realized something may have been amiss. But before the plastic pony could do anything about it, the Wizard used all of his remaining strength to make his boldest move yet.

CRASH!!!

The plastic die buried itself deep into the ground of the canyon that the trio had come from, and a heavy cloud of dust wafted around to cloud the result of that masterful toss. For a few short seconds, even Discord wasn’t able to see the end result of that casting move.

Of course, even as the number appeared in sight, it seemed that it didn’t matter anyway. Right at the moment that die fell, Garbunkle decided to use his staff in a different way than even that slave would’ve predicted. The dragon slowly pulled himself up back to his feet, and undid his robe to stand bare before the stunned-looking stallion. And beside the now smirking Wizard laid his staff, which he had thrown to the ground hard enough to break the head of it clean off, rendering it useless.

Many of the plastic ponies paused in shock as they took notice, not expecting him to have done something so bold in response to his choice. McBiggun’s jaw was tied shut, which kept it from dropping while he gawked at his friend in stunned silence. Captain Wuzz had a wide-open smile as he tried not to laugh in amusement, seeming extremely delighted at what the dragon had done.

And all the while, the Wizard took a deep breath before looking up at that slave, and gave him an affirming nod of his head. “Heh~ How’s that for a choice?~”

After only a second or two of silence, all of the slave figures around the circle cheered wildly, looking absolutely elated to have made a new friend. Meanwhile, a couple of the blue-painted stallions were quick to grab hold of Spike’s arms and legs, which the dragon didn’t even try to defend himself from. Instead, all he could do was let out a content moan the instant he was pushed back down to the ground, and was placed on all fours between two of those grinning figures. Without any hesitation, the former Wizard opened his mouth wide while peering up at one of them, and promptly lifted up his waiting tail as an invitation for the other.

“Mnnnnnghhhhh…” If McBiggun was able to say anything more, he likely would’ve while he dropped his head to the ground in shameful defeat. As for Captain Wuzz, who managed to hop towards him by his chest like a bouncy ball, he made sure to whisper into the Knight’s ear with a more comforting tone. “If it makes you feel any better, he only rolled an eight, so he wouldn’t have succeeded anyway.”

The stallion pulled his head back up from the sawdust, and gave a violently intense glare that indicated he couldn’t have cared less about that detail.

“P’too! P’too!” With a couple of generous lobs of spit provided by the captor behind Garbunkle, his pristine and scaled tailhole was given some adequate lubrication that left his entrance glistening welcomely. Of course, the dragon’s body was already rocking back due to the captor in front, who didn’t hesitate to shove his meaty cock straight inside of the Wizard’s bearded mouth. The musty taste of that thick stallionhood caused Garbunkle’s eyes to widen in shock for a second, but he was quick to let out a muffled moan before his eyes rolled back in deep pleasure. And just as he wrapped his lips around that plump cockhead, and he started to slather that crowned ridge with his draconic tongue, he barely even flinched as he felt that slave from earlier strapping a thick metal collar around his neck.

“Here you go, new slave~” he purred in a mixture of excitement and slight sadism, before he handed the chained leash over towards the captor about to mount him. Before he could venture off to re-indulge like the others, who have all gotten back into the swing of things like their new friend, he leaned down to whisper into Garbunkle’s ear, “Oh, and if you manage to take ten loads in a row, you’ll be able to ride the stocks this afternoon~”

The dragon’s ears fluttered upon hearing that reply, and moaned out even harder around the girth of that throbbing cock in his mouth. The slave nodded happily to that response, and trotted away as soon as another captor grabbed hold of his leash again. Meanwhile, the little dragon was already being mounted as that blue pony braced himself atop that scaled back, and shoved his meaty cockhead hard against his tailhole. The sensation and sharp pain were intense to say the least, but the anticipation of experiencing such a taboo pleasure was enough to make his lips wrap even harder around the other figure’s shaft.

Back outside of that sex-fueled circle, McBiggun couldn’t stop groaning through his tied-up muzzle while he thumped his hemet against the ground in pure frustration. While he knew that the game as a whole was meant to be fantasy, he still felt extremely betrayed by his scaled friend. He wanted to assume it was teenage hormones that made him choose so foolishly, but he was sure that Spike’s composure was compromised the instant he tasted that first cumshot by accident. So now, with his body completely restrained and his friend being spitroasted by his foalhood toys, there was nothing that the Knight could feel but utter defeat in this twisted quest.

“You know…” Captain Wuzz, who was still nestled in close enough beside McBiggun to whisper into his ear, took advantage of Garbunkle’s gangbang to give a suggestion to his bound teammate. “I do happen to have a dagger inside one of my belt pouches. If I can get my waist close enough to your hoof, you could use it to cut yourself free. However…”

That die from up above suddenly barreled up into the skies, and spun around once more as Discord’s narrating voice returned. “There are two pouches on Captain Wuzz’s belt that Sir McBiggun could reach. If the die rolls between eleven and twenty, he’ll retrieve the dagger needed to but through his ropes, and break free to achieve salvation. But if he rolls anything lower than that, he’ll instead grab the pouch containing Captain Wuzz’s fragile vial of Nirvana Potion. It will clean the Knight’s memories of what happened in this quest, but it’ll also make him unable to resist the same temptations that had afflicted his Wizard companion~”

Captain Wuzz’s waist scotched in close enough to McBiggun’s left hoof, and the pony was able to see two identical pouches side-by-side. There was nothing he could do to verify which pouch contained the dagger, and even the spinning die was giving him a fifty/fifty shot. If he chose correctly, he could go grab that stupid map and end this quest to return home. But with the idea of failing looming in his mind, especially while overhearing Spike’s gurgling moans nearby, the unicorn had to wince with his eyes clenched shut.

Meanwhile back in that circle, Garbunkle had fully succumbed to the quest’s peculiar form of a “penalty,” and shuddered from the brutal force of that thick cock finally slipping through his tailhole. The sheer tightness of his scaled hole was enough to make the captor hiss through his teeth, but he kept shoving himself in ruthlessly while the dragon groaned around the other figure’s shaft. And with each inch he could feel being crammed into both of his entrances at the same time, and every strained groan he was able to hear from up above, all that the dragon could do was shiver while his own cock twitched needily between his legs.

High up above the castle, that plastic die finally came barreling down to determine McBiggun’s fate. Even though the idea of losing such a choice felt horrible, the stallion saw no alternatives as he kept his eyes clenched shut, and reached out to grab one of those pouches. He opened up one of the leather straps without even looking, and reached his hoof inside of the pouch in a single swift motion. And just as he felt what was inside, he could feel the ground underneath him from that giant die landing on that fateful number…

Author's Note

Oh, no! What outcome shall Sir McBiggun have to endure with the roll of his dice?

He rolls under Ten.He rolls over Ten.