Game Night

Ending #2

The very moment his bulky hoof tried to get a good grip, McBiggun gasped with a horrified look on his face. Without warning, he felt some very brittle glass shatter from the faintest resistance the moment the vial was in his grasp. And just as he felt something wet soak into his fetlocks, which was accompanied by an odd combination of ice-cold and burning hot sensations, his face instantly paled when he heard Discord’s voice bellowing out dramatically from above.

“Oh, no!~ It seemed that the brave Knight only rolled a nine with that move! So close, and yet… so, so far…”

Before the stallion could fully contemplate the grave mistake he made, his face clenched in as he felt a strong jolt of sharp, intense waves of electricity that tingled badly enough to make his fur stand on end. His muzzle contorted and wrinkled up sharply, and caused his teeth to grit together from the sheer energy that flowed through each pulsation across his nerves. The stallion felt like he was just given enough caffeine to make Pinkie Pie cringe in worry, but the only thing he could do was shiver with a strong convulsion while he was still tightly bound within his restraints. And all the while, Captain Wuzz looked back at him with a faux-remorseful expression as he struggled not to smirk too openly.

“Oh, dear~” cooed the draconequus while his eyes narrowed intently on the writhing Knight. “You reached into the wrong pouch, didn’t you?~”

“Nnnnnghhhh!!~” McBiggun’s head reeled back as he tried to bellow out a shaky moan. Unfortunately, since his muzzle was still tightly restrained, his noises were thoroughly muffled while he squirmed helplessly in his bondage. The fur along his back stood on end like a petrified housecat, and his hind-legs continued to shiver relentlessly to try and move around. Without even realizing it, the Knight’s hips started to gyrate, and there was nothing he could do as he grinded himself against the sawdust-covered ground.

Much like Garbunkle, who was preoccupied with servicing his two eager captors, the poor Knight’s fruitless thrusts against the cardboard floor showed just how enamored he was getting following that failed die toss. That unknown elixir that the Archer had in his pouch seemed to carry a profound effect on the unicorn, as the potion’s aphrodisiac effects sank through into his system at an alarmingly quick rate. Each breath that McBiggun took through his nostrils made his nerves tingle even deeper in growing ecstasy, and his mind grew more clouded with every second he spent in his restraints. Even as he tried to close his eyes and maintain his composure, his limbs wouldn’t stop trying to fidget against their ropes as his body grew more antsy, and his loins began to burn familarily between his legs.

Before too long, a couple of their captors were able to take notice of the Knight’s antsy behavior, and snickered with identical grins as they trotted towards the bound duo. McBiggun’s fur may have already been a deep shade of red, but his enamored blush could still be glowing hotly enough to conceal the freckles and stubble across his cheeks. Of course, that blush wasn’t nearly as notable as the strained groans that tried to break through his binded muzzle, or the ungraceful grinds of his hips against the cardboard ground. The sight of such a valiant Knight succumbing to his inhibitions so helplessly may have been entertaining to the plastic ponies looming over him, but the view that Captain Wuzz had showed much more while he was laying on the ground, and he managed to catch a glimpse beneath the stallion’s waist.

“Oh, goodness!!~” cooed the Archer with a very impressed-looking grin. “No wonder Sugar Belle took you back so easily after that breakup!~”

The draconequus may have been a chaotic entity through most of existence, but even he couldn’t deny how massive Sir McBiggun’s cock looked like while it stood rigid and erect. Much like his namesake, Big Macintosh proved to be wonderfully gifted with such a thick, meaty rod that looked to be over a foot long, and was already twitching readily underneath his squirming body. In the brief glimpses Captain Wuzz could see, McBiggun’s stallionhood had clearly befallen under the same effects of his potion that the rest of his body had. It hadn’t even been two minutes since that vial broke and soaked into his hoof, but his cock was already throbbing needily enough to prove how much he needed some kind of release.

“Mmmmph!! Nnnnn… NNNGHHH!!~” The very last thing Big Mac wanted to do was to succumb to the same lustful woes Spike had fallen under, or in a way as undignified and unwillingly as this nonetheless. But due to that unlucky roll of the die, each moment he spent in his restraints left his mind less and less focused on the ramifications of what may happen next. Even with how badly he loved Sugar Belle, it didn’t take long for the Knight’s mental image of her to slowly drift from his mind. Instead, the stallion’s other senses began to come into play, as his nostrils couldn’t stop flaring from the strong scent of musky sex wafting all around.

Much like what had happened with Spike underneath the stocks, the rich and heady scent of sweat and cum grew more prominent with every breath Sir McBiggun took. Of course, as those two grinning captors loomed in even closer over his bound form, the lingering scent from their already erect cocks only intensified the Knight’s senses to leave him writhing for more. Despite their cocks being almost a third smaller than the captive unicorn’s, their thick plastic shafts were glistening brightly from the glossy sheen of their sweat, as well as the countless slaves’ saliva that still coated their lengths. But even with how well-used they may have been, McBiggun couldn’t stop squirming by the time one of them got down close to his face.

“Oh my… is the action getting to you that badly already?~” asked one of the figures while he eyed the Knight with a wickedly sly grin. He squatted down to dangle his member teasingly just inches from McBiggun’s face, which elicited a sharp groan as he buckled against his ropes like an antsy bull in a pen. His eyes eventually reopened briefly enough to catch sight of that meaty cock hanging so close to his snout, and his head instinctively tried to reel up and get in closer. Sadly, the blue-painted captor was quick to pull himself back while laughing maniacally. “Oh, man! This so-called ‘Knight’ seems to really want some cock!~”

“Yeah, it looks like it~” added the other captor while he stood behind the bound stallion, and grinned while watching his orange tail flagging around wildly. Due to how high McBiggun had his tail raised upward, the plastic pony got a prime view of the Knight’s thick, plump tailhole as it puckered invitingly. It may have not been as tight ot supple-looking as the Wizard slutting himself out nearby, but the captor still licked his lips with a lustrous groan. Not to mention, McBiggun’s plump and heavy balls were in full view as they pulsated beneath his rump, just begging for a good draining. “Mmmmm… Jeeze, I’d be surprised if he wasn’t an official slut of their little group~”

From the way Sir McBiggun was helplessly humping the ground, and emitting muffled groans while struggling to get his muzzle in closer to the other captor’s cock, even Captain Wuzz had to giggle in agreement with the two stallions. Since his muzzle wasn’t tied-up like the Knight’s, he decided to catch their attention by saying, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he became one after this~”

His eyes then peered back towards that ever-intensifying circle of gay sex occurring nearby, and added with a growing grin, “In fact… maybe he won’t be the only one…”

Back in the circle, Garbunkle seemingly had no idea of what afflictions McBiggun was going through, and was too focused with the two cocks between him to care. All that mattered was savoring every hearty thrust those shafts gave as they either slid between his drooling lips, or barreled between his plump cheeks to stretch out his needy tailhole. But even as the two brutes pounded their slut of a dragon to their perverted delight, and squished his body between their thrusting hips like a scaled accordion, his little cock couldn’t stop throbbing and spurting out pre to collect on the ground underneath him.

From the brief glimpses Captain Wuzz could see through the sea of sucking and fucking ponies, he smirked even wider as he said under his breath, “Honestly… from the way Spike is acting, it might be a guarantee~”

But despite how tempting it would’ve been to continue marveling at Garbunkle’s sluttification, his eyes eventually peered back at McBiggun as those captors took advantage. The one in front undid the strings tying his muzzle shut, and they quickly snapped away to leave the unicorn gasping heavily with his mouth wide-open. His eyes were half-lidded while he moaned out freely for the first time, and he tried his hardest to lurch his head forward. But alas, despite how needily enamored he may have looked, the horny Knight was left out of reach from the captor’s thick, hanging cock. “Oooh, you’re getting antsy~” jeered the plastic pony with a sadistic grin, absolutely loving how dire the unicorn was getting for some fresh cockmeat. “I bet you’re getting reeeeaaallllll jealous of your buddy Garbunkle, huh?~”

Just a few minutes ago, McBiggun wanted to punch the dragon in the gut for breaking his staff on purpose, and surrendering himself to be a willing sex-slave. But with that mysterious elixir taking full effect of his mind and body, the Knight couldn’t stop his head from nodding furiously as he moaned out, “Gnaaahhh!!~ Ahhh… Ah aaaammmm!~”

Both of the captors snickered more mischievously as they hoof-bumped each other in solidarity, and the one in front gave a curious glance down at his bondage. “Oh, is that so?~” he asked McBiggun with a tilt of his head, while the other captor pulled off the spiked armor from the pony’s back.. “So… if I were to untie your hooves right now, would you attack me? Or could you bend that slutty ass over for my buddy behind you?~”

Sir McBiggun moaned out direly as he nodded to that last question, and said in a profusely needy tone, “Mnnnghhh!! Ah… Ah don’t care! Ah just… A-Ah just nee… n-need some… s-s-s…”

Despite how direly he needed to sate his cravings, the Knight seemed to be too embarrassed to moan out the remainder of his plea out-loud. Fortunately, the still-bound draconequus laying beside him was quick to scootch in closer to his head, and cooed into his ear, “It’s alright, little Knight. Remember: It’s alllllll just a fantasy~”

Luckily for the sake of Captain Wuzz’s perverted entertainment, that was all he needed to say before McBiggun took a deep breath, and shuddered while saying with his eyes clenched shut, “Ah just… Ah need some cock in me right now!!~”

That impulsive plea may have made the Knight wince guiltily with his ears folded down, but the two captors cackled even louder in response to it. But before he could grow too guilty about what he just said out loud (and to his childhood toys nonetheless), his ears perked back up as the stallion in front of him began to untie the ropes around his forelegs. “Alright, alright, you big baby~” said the captor mockingly as he undid the Knight’s knots. Even though McBiggun was surprised he complied so quickly, his eyes remained focused on that rigid cock still hanging close to his face. He barely even noticed when the captor behind him placed a metal collar around his neck, just like the one Garbunkle was wearing in that circle. Because of that, the former Knight was still under their twisted whims by the time his bindings were undone, and he was left leashed between those two plastic brutes. While the one behind kept a strong grip on his chain, the one in front of him stood on his hindlegs with a wickedly wide grin, and his thick cock pointed right at McBiggun’s twitching muzzle.

“Honestly, I’m not even upset you two are ignoring me right now~” purred the grinning Archer who was watching the spectacle from the ground. “This is really entertaining to watch~”

Since it was obvious that the draconequus’ “quest” had more or less devolved into one of his twisted fantasies, Captain Wuzz sighed before deciding to get more comfortable. Like a snake pulling itself free from its shedding skin, the outer layer of Discord’s Archer avatar became undone as he rolled out of his bondage and costume with ease. The Captain Wuzz skin laid out on the ground beside the chained Knight, and the draconequus himself was back in his natural form while laying on a fainting couch floating a couple feet above the action. He pulled out a bucket of popcorn and some 3-D glasses, and stretched out with a relaxed groan as he peered at his two former teammates. “Well, this may have not been a successful first attempt at a quest, but I can just erase their memories and try again another time~”

Down below Discord’s floating chair, neither of the captors seemed to take notice of their spectator, and kept their focus on the poor Knight struggling to inch himself closer towards that cock. McBiggun’s muzzle was hanging open with his tongue sticking out, and his tail was fully lifted to show off his puckering tailhole for the stallion behind him. While the second captor prepared himself by smearing his cock with a couple hocks of spit, the one who had been teasing McBiggun decided to add to the degradation. “Oh, you want this, little slave?~” he asked mockingly while grinning ear to ear, and smacking Mac’s freckled cheeks with his cock.

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Despite how badly he tried to get a taste, Sir McBiggun’s tongue couldn’t seem to reach that dangling cock quickly enough; meanwhile, the captor alternated between both sides of his muzzle while he continued to bat his cock against the Knight’s face, and cackled teasingly to his lustful expression. “Mnnnnghhhh!! P-Please!” cried out the leashed stallion desperately, his breath coming out hoarsely as he eyed the captor with his needy plea. “A-Ah… I wanna suck your coc--NNNFFFF!!~”

McBiggun was caught off-guard as the stallion behind him suddenly mounted himself atop his muscled back. Fortunately, the added weight was nothing to the Knight, and his hind-legs barely even buckled in response to it. Instead, the castle’s newest slave could only let out a hungry moan as soon as he felt his Master’s thick, plump cockhead press hard against his waiting entrance. His eyes clenched shut while he groaned in deep elation, looking like he absolutely needed that kind of attention to his backside for quite some time. Of course, since McBiggun had his mouth wide-open, the captor in front decided to finally give that a much-needed filling too.

“Aaaaaahhhh--MMPH!!” Sir McBiggun’s eyes shot open the moment he felt the other plastic pony shoving his cock directly into his mouth. It may have not been nearly as large as the Knight’s stallionhood, which was spasming wildly in approval with multiple thick smacks to the underside of his barrel, but the captor’s shaft carried enough girth to properly muffle McBiggun’s lustful cries. After only a brief second or two, the leashed pony’s eyes rolled back before he shivered with a relieved groan, and instantly wrapped his lips around that shaft to begin sucking.

“Thaaaaaaaat’s right~” purred the captor as he grabbed both of the horns of McBiggun’s viking helmet, and used them as handles while he slid more of his length inside of that stubbly muzzle. “Mmmmm… Get in there, you little slut~ Let’s see if you can outdo your Wizard friend over there~”

McBiggun’s ears fluttered upon hearing the audible groans a couple of the captors within that circle were letting out, indicating that they likely finished their turns with the dragon’s holes. The stallion’s heart raced in exhilaration, and his clouded mind only thought about complying with his Master’s suggestion wholeheartedly. With his memories back in Equestria thoroughly muted in his subconscious, Sir McBiggun eagerly began to bob his head up and down that rigid shaft, and his tongue swirled around the underside to better savor that heady musk. The stallion in front of him reeled his head back while moaning out loud, clearly enjoying the Knight’s surprisingly sensual oral between the involuntary bucks of his hips. McBiggun’s lips tightened around that girthed length with each titillating suckle he gave, and he only tensed up for a moment as he felt the captor behind him cramming that cockhead through his tailhole.

“Nnnnghhh!! NNNNGHHHHH!!!~” With an especially hard shove of his hips, which caused the slave between them to shudder with a pained grimace, part of that crowned ridge was finally able to slip in between McBiggun’s toned cheeks. But despite the searing pain that was being given to his virgin hole, there was enough lubrication from the captor’s spit to keep him sucking the other cock rather tentatively. Up above the three stallions, Discord looked absolutely delighted to the sight of Big Macintosh getting double-dicked like their scaled buddy nearby. Even though the draconequus had multiple millennia worth of sexual experiences under his belt, the action down below was still titillating enough to get his draconic member rock-hard; and since neither the Wizard or Knight seemed to mind his presence, Discord hummed in pleasure as he began to paw himself with slow and sensual strokes.

Just as Garbunkle began to indulge in the next couple of plastic stallions rearing to use him, the captor behind McBiggun finally rammed his length inside of him with one massive push. That thick cockhead, along with a quarter of his shaft, crammed their way inside of the pony suddenly enough to make the slave groan hard around the other captor’s length. Fortunately, all that the figure felt was a welcoming increase of pressure that made him shiver in delight, as well as a pleasurable reverb from that strained and muffled voice against his cock. “Aaaahhhhh… Oh, man I’m glad I got this mouth first~”

“Yeah, no kidding!” jeered the other captor as he continued to push his meaty rod deeper inside of the Knight, causing McBiggun’s backside to tremble from the tantalizing pressure that was stretching him out inch by inch. The plastic pony had to breathe out with a strained shudder, but was still grinning ear-to-ear as he added, “Aaaaahhhh… Although you gotta admit, both of these slaves are gonna look good all stretched-out as a couple of cum-dumps~”

“Ohhhhhh, yeah~” purred the other captor, who paused the motions of his hips to ask down at McBiggun, “You hear that, bitch? We’re gonna make sure you’re gaping with cum before the day is over~”

Back in Equestria, Big Macintosh likely would’ve been very disturbed to hear such a statement thrown his way. But within Discord’s perverted realm of sex slavery, Sir McBiggun could barely contain himself while being stuffed with both of their cocks. If his mouth wasn’t crammed with so much cockmeat, the stallion would’ve likely given an enthusiastic “Eeyup!~” in approval of such an outcome. But as he was in that moment, all he could give was a gurgled and muffled groan in utter bliss.

Much like the formerly powerful Wizard Garbunkle, who had now succumbed fully into his carnal delights while glazed in multiple ropes of cum, Sir McBiggun seemed to have sunken right beside him while he was perched between two of his plastic Masters’ meaty cocks. With his eyes rolled back without a care in the world, the former Knight fully relished in his primal impulses as he felt both of those rigid stallionhoods pounding into his mouth and tailhole in tandem. Each pounding motion of their hips made his body rock back and forth between them, and his massive cock was left untouched as it flopped aimlessly between his legs. Thick spurts of his precum shot out wildly with each throb it made from the invigorating pleasures that were being delivered from those two captors, and the stallion’s mind was left utterly blank while savoring every second spent in such a carnal embrace.

“Nnnnnffffffff~” Discord had his muzzle tightly clenched while groaning from up above, and was staring down at both of his friends intensely as they were being claimed by his chaotic creation. “I must say… This is definitely one of my best ideas since chocolate rain!~”

No time may have passed at all back in Equestria, but hours of constant, uninterrupted delights continued to unfold back within Discord’s deviant game. While that long-forgotten map to Princess Shmarity was left undiscovered at the top of the Tower of Temptation, the Wizard and Knight were preoccupied within the stocks they’ve been strapped into side-by-side. Since both of them have taken far more than the ten loads needed to receive such a privilege, the stretched-out and cum-splattered slaves couldn’t have been happier with how badly they failed their quest.

Sir McBiggun and Garbunkle looked almost unrecognizable as they continuously moaned out in absolute rapture, and their blushed faces each had heavy ropes of cum draped across their cheeks and drooling from their mouths. Those cardboard stocks may have been surprisingly secure, but their bodies certainly tested their sturdiness from how roughly their bodies were rocking against them. Behind the two, a couple of identical plastic figures weren’t holding back as they brutally fucked their holes without mercy, and made thick rivulets of their comrades’ earlier loads dribble down their legs; and behind them, there was a very long line of eager captors who were standing in wait, their cocks twitching readily to add to the number of loads each of them have taken.

Both of the slaves’ clothing have been ripped away to leave their bodies bare, and were riddled with dozens of tally-marks to indicate how many times they’ve been taken in the ass and mouth. While Sir McBiggun had an impressive number of tally marks scrawled across the sides of his torso and flanks, Garbunkle’s scales were absolutely covered in tallies due to his smaller size. And underneath the former Wizard and Knight, the cheeky draconequus himself was fully enjoying himself while holding the marker with his claw, and stroking himself contently with his lion’s paw.

Due to how many times the stallion and dragon came from their constant barrage of cocks, Discord was just as coated in strings of jizz as his two friends. He may have not been participating in the action directly, but he was still clearly loving the perversion he had created while laying under their stocks. Each time Spike or Big Mac succumbed to those thrusts badly enough to cum time after time, Discord absolutely relished from those loads hitting his malformed body.

Those tallies may have been a good indicator of how many times Garbunkle and McBiggun finished, but the draconequus lost count of how many times he finished himself. Because of that, his stomach and hips were completely covered in a thick coating of his splooge, as was his draconic cock as it remained rock-hard and throbbing for more. Discord knew that this fun couldn’t last forever, but he was still intent on keeping the fun going until that line of stallions finished up with his friends. Of course, since whomever finished would usually just return to the back of the line, only time could tell how long this train of cockmeat could continue chugging on.

As far as Discord was concerned, he was not going to let this be the only quest he hosted; but judging by how blissful Spike and Mac looked in their positions, he was certain that they wouldn’t mind another journey lead by Captain Wuzz either~