Author's Note

Kinks: Smash Stripping, Exhibitionism for Chat, Sultry Birb Stripping, Twin Dragon Dicks, Feathery Boobjob, Two Dicks; One Mouth.

019 - Viewer Feedback Episode

“You have got to be- Would you- Motherfucker!” Dash snapped as a space dragon and an emo with a massive sword double-teamed her from both sides before a flaming kick sent Dash, the spiked turtle off the stage.

“I think Chat’s picked on who to make strip first.” Twilight commented, only missing her pants, as she looked at chat. “Mmmm, so the guy playing Captain Falcon says… Ramen Power.” She blinked. “I don’t get it.”

“Probably from the Min Min trailer.” Gilda shrugged, sitting there in a shirt and panties, everything else piled up next to her. “Okay Dash, lose something.”

“Fucking- perverted- They can suck my dick.” Dash grumbled as she stood up and tugged her shirt up and over her head. Dash… only had panties left.

Chat had not been kind.

CC however. Ignored. Untouched. He got quite a few free kills just by nailing people who were focusing on the girls.

“Huh.” Twilight glanced at the Chat log. (Chat seemed content to now beat on Gilda’s surprisingly fast Snake.) “Some of the ladies have an idea. They want to have the next game… and looks like the guys in chat are good with it.”

“Hey, a new team is fine,” CC commented. He’d been a few different characters, going with the ride-or-die Random. Sonic, Inkling, Link, and even Game and Watch. He was currently Fox, and was enjoying knocking people into the abyss before jetpacking up. “Kinda getting bored of just sniping characters off while getting used to whoever I happen to be.”

“No no no-”

“Player Two Defeated!”

“Okay then.” Gilda groaned as a giant monkey ran off the stage carrying Snake. Rolling her eyes, she got up and tugged her shirt off. She stared at the camera. “Happy now?”

“Yep.” Twilight giggled a bit.

The hen snorted and shook her head as she sat back down and folded her shirt, before setting in on her clothes.

Of course, two femmes around CC who were stripping out of their clothes, both of whom he’d screwed before, was having an effect on the stallion. Still, he focused on the game, knocking one of the viewers out with a well-placed stomp. “Silly monkey shouldn’t go deep,” he teased. “Just gives me more chances to put you down.”

“Player Eight Defeated!”

“That leaves…” Dash hummed, planting the turtles scaly ass onto to swordsman.

“Player Seven Defeated!”

“There you go.” Twilight glanced at chat, only for a space dragon to play one-person-ping-pong against a wall with an unfortunate plumber, before sending him to space. She blinked as her controller chimed. “Oh, shit. Kay.” She shrugged, letting down her hair and shifting a bit until her white panties came off. Said panties were set on the pants that were laying next to her.

“Left himself open.” Gilda said, punting the dragon into a pre-placed C4, only to ignite the explosive.

“Player Five Defeated!”

“That leaves Captain Falcon.” Gilda smirked.

“Mine!” Dash snorted, charging her turtle at the unfortunate Captain.

Unfortunately, she ended up right in the firing line of a Falcon Punch that was as obvious as her charge.

“Player Three Defeated!”

Dash blinked.

“Dash, why do you go balls deep with fucking everything?” Gilda raised a brow at the pegasus.

“Because fuck you.” Dash growled, standing and tugging her panties off, making sure to bend over for the camera, just so she could say she got something out of this.

The poor blue pegasus was now as nude as the day she was born. She flopped back into her chair with a sour look on her face.

“Well you made Chat happy at least.” Twilight said, reading through the responses. “Though there’s also a lot of complaints that you’re already taken, so they’re respectful of your relationship at least.”

There was a grumble of Cloudy proportions as the pegasus’ marefriend was busy brewing her own coffee in the kitchen. “And no pervy stuff beyond that!” she called out. “I’m not awake enough to enjoy it yet!”

“We both know you’re gonna turn into her seat and fondle her tits whether she wants you to or not.” Gilda called to the newcomer. The griffon was also teasing the last Chat member by juggling them in the air via rockets.

“Pfft, no, I wanna see the stud be her seat,” the mare in the kitchen countered. “I haven’t seen that yet, only heard rumors of what he’s packin’.”

CC blinked a few times before looking at Gilda. “Someone hasn’t seen us fucking?” he asked incredulously. He kept an eye on the game and when the last viewer seemed to be getting close to getting back on stage, a quick side-dash attack with Fox’s side-B knocked him all the way off the side.

“Game!”

“And that’s game!” Gilda raised her fists. “Nice job beating on the people who were distracted.” She leaned over and nuzzled CC’s cheek. “You know you’re gonna get it next round.” She teased.

“Maybe it’ll be a challenge then,” the stallion joked. He blinked a few times as Cloudy walked in from the kitchen and pulled up a chair...with a mug as big as one of Fluttershy’s tits in her hand, full of coffee.

“Uh, you got enough there?” the stallion questioned, looking from it to Cloudy’s face.

“No, your carafe is too small,” she riposted, taking a sip. “Also, your creamer sucks.”

“We can go shopping.” Twilight suggested. “Get more when…” She looked out the window. It was still raining heavily. “If it stops raining.”

“Oh, that?” Cloudy raised an eyebrow as she looked out the window. “Eh, give me the rest of the day, I’ll clear it up. Once I’m caffeinated.”

“I think the local weather team is working on it.” Dash commented, grabbing her phone to look at it. “Oooooh, it’s heavy because they missed a minor storm last week. That’d do it.”

“So, next game?” Gilda looked at the others. “Sure, gimme a sec.”

“So, we have to lock in our characters before we see what the other team is using.” Twilight said, looking at some of the rules she’d put down.

“Hey, I am locked in,” CC countered. “Random all the way! I’m passable with most, the only way to unbalance me is to give me a character as we go in, so I’m not thinking about the tactics I could use all the way into the fight.”

“MewTwo!” The announcer called out as CC hit Random.

“Interesting, the RNG seems friendly.” Twilight giggled. “I’ll take Pichu.”

“Cool. I’m Ryu.” Dash shrugged.

“Captain Falcon.” Gilda smirked at the now glaring Dash. “I can show you how you use him correctly. Dash, just think. Ganondorf, but faster.”

As everyone was locked in and the players were invited.

Instantly the four next character slots filled with-

“Solid Snake.” Gilda blinked. She looked at CC. “Sweetie I think they’re going after you.”

“Reflect, don’t fail me now,” CC quipped. “Gonna need to keep an eye on the ground, an eye on the air, and disable anyone who tries to go for the chokehold. I won’t even have time for ranged options.”

The stage was on Random already.

The clock ticked down.

“Three.”

Everyone tensed a little.

“Two.”

Dash leaned in.

“One.”

Gilda glanced at CC and smirked.

“Go!”

The stage was filled with explosions.

The rain drummed softly on the windows. The anime on TV was temporarily forgotten.

Gabs was atop Spike as she peppered his face with kisses. Her wings flapped softly as her talons gripped his shoulders.

Spike just let the barrage happen. He learned quickly that Gabs was very affectionate.

“You amazing.” ~kiss~ “You’re wonderful.” ~kiss~ “I want to do the lewdest of things to you.” She purred the last line into his ear, and giggled as she felt his response poke out of his shorts.

“And I have no idea how to respond to that.” Spike blinked. “Sorry.”

“Awww, I’m not overwhelming you, am I?” Gabs frowned a little in worry.

“A little, but in a good way. Kinda just shutting my brain off and letting whatever happens, happen.” He shrugged.

“Oh?” A smirk grew on the hens beak as she leaned back, now straddling his waist. “So… If I did this?” Her talons gripped the fabric of her shirt and tugged it slowly upward.

Spike’s eyes slowly widened. Gabs could feel his body getting hotter as she slowly raised the shirt. Said shirt got far enough and her bra-clad chest fell out from within the shirt’s confines.

The dragon’s eyes were now on a new prize. He audibly gulped. “Wh-what did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked.

“I dunno. Be yourself.” Gabs giggled as she finished pulling the shirt off and tossed to the foot of the bed.

The griffon hen was now in only her underwear. She then proceeded to slowly grind her hips over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

“Mmmmph.” Spike grunted as he chewed his bottom lip.

Gabs gave a soft, sultry chuckle as she rose a little and scooted back. “Mmmmm….” She seemed to be thinking. “Sit on the end of the bed.” She said as she got up and stood in front of the bed.

Spike couldn’t scramble fast enough as the hen unclipped her bra. In the scramble, the dragon had lost his shorts.

Spike was…. Unique among dragons. He might be skinnier, and shorter, and generally more pony-like. However all his dragoness seemed to go to one thing. Or should we say two.

Spike sported a pair of phalli. They weren’t massive compared to CC or Snow, but they were sleek and ridged for her pleasure. There was also a large, hot knot of flesh at the base of both.

The excited dragon sat on the foot of the bed as Gabs knelt and fondled her breasts in front of him. With a wink, she scooted forward and pressed the pair of warm dragon dicks between her breasts.

“Ooooooh fuck….” Spike groaned out as the hen slowly stroked the pair, occasionally kissing one of the two tips.

“Feel good?” Gabs asked softly.

“Yep. Probably not gonna last- mmph! That long.” Spike shuddered and bucked his hips a little.

“Don’t feel bad, and don’t hold back just for me.” Gabs giggled. “Let’s see if I-” She opened her beak and managed to get both tips. Once she did, her tongue started to swirl around each one.

“Ga- Gabs!” Spike grabbed onto her head, causing her to squeeze the pair of dragon phalli between her soft- feathery breasts. “Gabby!” He gasped out.

He beak managed to close around the tips enough that she could suck down the hot dragon seed as it spurted forth for her. She moaned around the dicks as she drank him.

Spent for the moment, the dragon flopped back onto the bed.

“Was that good Spikey?” Gabs asked as her tongue flicked around her beak to get any errant seed.

“Mmmmhmmm.” Spike managed a nod.

Gabs hopped back onto the bed and laid next to him. “Wanna return the favor?”

His head turned and he looked at her. “I’d love to.”

Everything was exploding.

It felt like playing whack-a-mole in Smash, and the Nest were the moles. Or specifically, CC was the mole.

“Why. Are there so many missiles!?” Dash cried out, standing up and madly pressing the jump button.

“Just be glad they’re not focused on you!” CC snapped back. Oh, he could dodge the missiles. Either by using Reflect to send them out of control, or teleporting out of the way.

The issue was, if the missiles were Reflected, then that Snake could immediately summon another one. And if he teleported, they just waited for him to reappear and sent more missiles at him.

He’d kept ahold of two of his stocks, and the girls had managed to get the collective Snakes mostly dead. The problem was, mostly dead wasn’t good enough. They each had one stock left, and in one case, they had two. And while they weren’t focusing on the girls, they had enough sense to not leave themselves entirely open if one of the others were closing in.

As a result, CC had stripped off his socks, shirt, and shoes. Mostly because he didn’t want to lose the pants just yet. Despite the team of Snake’s best efforts.

“There’s a lot of comments just saying run.” Twilight said as her tiny electric mouse Volt Tackled one of the Snakes.

“Not surprising, good thing they’re switching to melee.” Gilda commented, kicking another Snake then sending him off with a flaming knee.

“Player Five Defeated!”

“One down!” Gilda cheered.

“Not good enough!” Dash yelped as she managed to land on what seemed like a pile of C4.

Ryu was unfortunately shot into orbit.

“Thanks for taking one for the team, Dash,” CC grunted as he managed to spot-dodge the start of a brutal combo. He then disabled the Snake going for it and did a quick smash attack to get some breathing room. “Okay. I’m like half dead, and we’ve got one snake with two lives left and the other two can die at any time. Divvy them up and it becomes a rout.”

A Thunder blasted one of the one-lifed Snakes.

The second one-life managed to get sandwiched between a Falcon Punch and a Sho-Ryuken.

“Player Eight Defeated!”

“Take out that Snake, we can focus the one with two lives after!” Twilight snapped as her tiny mouse started a combo on the last one-lifed Snake.

“I would if he wasn’t chasing my ass in an attempt to get a chokehold!” CC snapped back. He got an idea and smirked. He let the two-lifed Snake come closer for a moment, and just as he went for the grab…

CC teleported behind him and blasted him with a fast smash attack.

“And that is why we aim teleports on the ground!” he whooped.

A Smash Ball appeared.

The two-lifed Snake made for it, but was knee’d by Captain Falcon. The second Snake jumped for it, but was sniped out of the air by Pichu.

A human fist slammed into it, and Ryu became engulfed in multi-colored flames.

“Fuck Yes!” Dash cheered. “And Fuck You!”

“HADOKEN!” Ryu roared as the bright blue beam shot across the stage.

“Player Seven Defeated!”

The last Snake had one life left. And he was on his own.

“Okay, so...breathing room,” CC finally took a deep breath. “Okay. I don’t see any C4 on the stage. And he’s not pulling out a missile- wait. Why is he pulling out a remote?”

Unfortunately enough, there was C4 on the stage. The last Snake had managed to place it on Mewtwo.

The psychic cat lost a stock flying off the top of the screen.

Which led to Snake getting gang-banged by a mouse, a kung-fu master, and a Captain.

“Game!”

“Woo!” Gilda cheered! “Sorry about the C4.” She nuzzled CC.

“Nah, it’s fine. I just got mostly stripped by our femme viewers,” CC joked back. He stood up and unzipped his pants, before slipping them off and letting the camera see his erection, constrained only by his boxers, lying against his thigh. The fabric was no help in hiding his length.

“And that’s all mine.” Gilda nodded with a smug smirk. “Well, I can share.”

“And Chat can tell you how much he doesn’t fit.” Dash nodded.

Twilight just stared with a dark blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah, being around so many sexy femmes with little to no clothes on is not helping this go down,” CC admitted.

“Cloudy? You good?” Dash called out to her marefriend, whose jaw was on the floor.

Cloudy blinked a few times, closed her mouth, and then turned to look at Dash. “You took that?” she asked incredulously. “How? I’m pretty sure you’re still alive.”

“Yeah... He couldn’t fit all the way without a little magical pill aid.” Dash said with a small blush.

“And he still just barely fits in me now.” Gilda added.

“And I thought Hung like a horse was just supposed to be a metaphor.” Twilight mumbled out.

“Yeah, I don’t exactly do sports, and I have no real...measurement for this sort of thing,” the stallion admitted. “But if Gilda can barely take me, then I’m glad we ended up together, and not some more easily breakable mare trying to take this.”

“Want a better look there, Cloudy?” Gilda rubbed the massive horse cock through CC’s boxers.

“That’s very tempting, birdbrain,” Cloudy riposted. Then she blinked. “Wait. You’re playing for stakes, right?” She had a devilish smirk on now. What was she planning?

“Playing what now?” Gilda blinked, her talons lightly squeezing the thick stallion meat.

“Well, how about you have your viewers choose where that rod goes into?” Cloudy’s smirk grew. “If they can beat y’all at this game. All of you. From anyone here who’s up for it.”

“Oh, I’m down.” Dash grinned.

Gilda appeared to think. “You know, that sounds like fun.”

“Mhm,” Cloudy knocked back the rest of her coffee. “Sign me up as a potential fuckee, if they win.”

Twilight shrank into the couch. “I-I’ll just watch.”

“Hey, nopony’s forcin’ ya,” Cloudy shrugged. “So, let’s play for the next sex scene. If they can earn it.”