Chapter One - Scaling Mount Phallus
The sun had just set over Canterlot, which left the city to bask in a comfortably serene glow. As the skies began to morph from a deep pink to a calm and tranquil blue, Canterlot Castle looked fairly calm while standing over the Equestrian Horizon. It had only been a few months since Princess Twilight Sparkle was coronated as the nation’s newest Ruler, but it seemed that Equestria had already morphed into a safer place in such a short amount of time. And since the atrocities of the Legion of Doom looked to be long behind Equestria’s citizens, there wasn’t much reason for high alert or paranoia within Canterlot Castle’s hallowed halls.
The main Throne Room, which was usually bustling with activity, was now nearly empty after Twilight lowered the son and raised the moon. The Alicorn herself had just left for Ponyville, as she was scheduled to spend some much-needed time with her friends for a weekend trip as part of their monthly visits. Her Royal Advisor, who usually went along with her on said trips, was given the perfect opportunity to have the Throne Room to himself for the night. Since he and Twilight had spent so many days exhausted from the endless duties of ruling over Equestria, the pudgy little dragon wasn’t against having a night to unwind by himself. And since he could easily just fly down to Ponyville himself in the morning, Spike was determined to take full advantage of his first Game Night in Canterlot Castle.
“Aaaahhhhhh…” As soon as the last of the castle’s staff exited the Throne Room, Spike sighed in satisfaction while marveling at the display left for his group. The large table that carried the Cutie Map -- something that was moved from Twilight’s previous castle to this one -- already had the full map set up for a rousing game of Ogres and Oubliettes. Several chairs were already arranged, since Spike and Big Mac agreed to try and find some new players for this night’s round of fun. And to better commemorate this event, Spike had a large table set up with lots of various snacks and drinks. “Now this is what I call a night off~”
As he waited for his friend to arrive, Spike helped himself to some nachos prepared by the castle kitchen staff, as well as a can of Red Manticore to upkeep his energy. He had no idea who Big Mac was bringing in as a new player, but Spike’s special guest was currently getting himself situated in the guest room elsewhere in the castle. Discord said that he would try to find someone to join as well, but neither of them were aware of who -- or even what -- that might pertain. Heck, given how many contacts and weird ideas that draconequus could have (especially as the DM of tonight’s session), Spike wouldn’t have been surprised if the Smooze slid his way past the open doors.
“Heya there, Spike!”
The dragon’s face lit up as he looked over at the doorway, and saw his friend Big Mac trotting in with a huge smile. Since this was the first time he and Spike got a chance to meet since the coronation, the dragon instantly flew in with the aid of his little wings. “Big Mac!” Spike was fortunate enough to swallow his half-eaten nachos before pulling Big Mac in a tight hug, which the stallion quickly reciprocated. “Ohmigosh, it’s been way too long, dude!”
“Heh~ Eeyup!” Mac and Spike hugged it out for a few seconds before letting so. While Spike looked past the stallion to see who may have been joining them, Big Mac’s eyes widened when he saw the massive table of food waiting for them. “W-Whoa! Geeze louise, Spike! You really went all out, didn’cha?”
“Oh yeah! Help yourself~” Spike stepped aside so Big Mac could walk over to the table of various snacks and horderves, which included quite an array of tasty options. Spike may have prepared the queso dip himself, but the pizzas and multiple fried foods were all made without issue by the castle staff. Mac looked absolutely bewildered by how much there was made available, but all he could do was shake his head with a light scoff. Spike smirked confidently at his friend’s reaction, and said, “Yeah, I said I would cover the snacks for tonight last time we played, remember?”
“Yeah, fair enough,” he said with a shrug of his head. As he helped himself to a plate to set up his meal, he said back to Spike, “Ah ain’t gonna lie, if this how you’ve been eatin’, Ah’m surprised you ain’t gained a ton of weight yet.”
“Hey, the castle does have a world-class gym.” Spike flew back to the table as well, and picked up his can of Red Manticore as he pointed out, “Ever since we fought the Legion of Doom, I’ve been working my butt off getting my self-defense skills improved.”
“Well, good for you!” Big Mac looked legitimately happy by that detail. “Who’ve you been gettin’ training from? Shining Armor?”
“Ugh, I wish.” Spike rolled his eyes as he tried not to groan from that option. “I tried talking with him about it, but he’s too busy up in the Crystal Empire to help out. He tried recommending Tempest Shadow, but uhhhh… that would be kinda awkward.”
Mac couldn’t help wincing as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Ah don’t blame ya there. Plus, Ah know Applejack’s been workin’ with her on some friendship quests recently.”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that! How did that trip go?”
“Honestly, Ah figured you’d know more about it than me.” Mac gave a light shrug of his shoulders. “Considerin’ how busy Sweet Apple Acres got after the coronation, it ain’t easy focusin’ on more than the farm nowadays.”
“Oh, is that so?” Spike grew a cheekier-looking smirk as he placed his claws at the sides of his plump, scaly hips. “Hopefully you still have plenty of time for your wife~”
“Well, of course Ah do!” Big Mac rolled his eyes with a strong scoff, looking almost insulted by that implication. “Heck, we’ve been spendin’ so much of our free time together, she was more excited for me to visit Canterlot than Ah was.”
“Wait, seriously?” asked Spike with one of his brows raised in confusion. “Uhhh… she is aware of what kind of session Discord would be planning, right?”
“Eeyup!” Big Mac didn’t look the slightest bit worried, and raised a hoof in assurance when he said, “It’s alright, Spike. Ah have an understandin’ with Sugar Belle regardin’ those sorts of things. As long as Ah ain’t with any other mares, all’s fair game.”
“Oh, really now?” Spike was pleased to hear his friend had that kind of deal set up, but he couldn’t help asking in a sly tone, “Does that mean she can do whatever she wants if it isn’t with other stallions?~”
“Yeah… Yeah, that was the deal…” Spike’s question certainly caused Big Mac’s smile to skew slightly. But even with that odd mental image in his head, Mac wasn’t one to keep from saying, “Still though, Ah’m just glad to have somepony as open-minded as myself.”
“Yeah, definitely!” Spike chuckled to himself while shaking his head in bewilderment. “Geeze, I can’t imagine how many mares would’ve been cool with what we did the last time we played O&O, amiright?~”
Both of them blushed while giggling from that statement, although Big Mac appeared to be much more flustered than his draconic friend. Even though he was very grateful about how well things went following their Discord-hosted session, he was equally as aware of how easily Sugar Belle could’ve freaked out about it. Luckily, much like Spike’s sibling-like bond with Princess Twilight, Mac was lucky to have somepony in his life who carried great chemistry between them. And since things ended on such a pleasant note, Mac was able to point out, “Honestly, if anything, it was trickier for me to find someone else willin’ to join us tonight.”
“Yeah, I was just about to ask about that…” Spike picked up his nachos to munch on, and glanced back at the doorway with a curious look on his face. “So… Who did you find to join us? I don’t even know who Discord brou--”
Spike’s question was cut off when he overheard a couple of guys laughing outside the Throne Room. Much to Spike and Big Mac’s surprise, it seemed that their guests had found each other on their way down the hallway. When the two looked back at the open ornate doorway, it was just as the new players entered side-by-side while conversing with one another.
“Jeeze, you actually said that to the drill instructor?!” One the left stood a familiar orange stallion, who’s rich auburn mane was just as thick and frizzy as his goatee. He was trying not to chuckle too loudly while using his magic to keep his rounded bifocals atop his muzzle. “How the heck could you get away with that? I mean, I know you’re a national hero and all, but still!”
“Yeah, I know, I know…” Beside Sunburst was the second guest of the evening, who was a young blue gryphon fresh out of his cadet armor. Gallus, who was still a little sweaty after his day in training, had to wipe his blue and yellow feathers with a claw while shaking his head. “To be fair, he made me scrub the barrack toilets with a toothbrush. But still, the other guys thought it was a good joke.”
“Wait, you brought Gallus?!” Spike looked back at Big Mac with a surprised expression. “How the heck did you get him for this? He left for basic training over a month ago.”
“Well to be fair,” retorted Mac with a light shrug, “Ah just ran into him this mornin’ when Ah arrived in Canterlot. Ah originally asked my cousin Braeburn, but he couldn’t leave Apploosa on short notice. Gallus happened to see me by the station and we got to talkin’. His weekend leave just started, so Ah figured why not?”
“Hey there, Spike!” Gallus took notice of the two rather quickly, and rushed up to the snack table with a huge smile. “WHOA! Is that all for us?”
“Uhh, I guess so~” Spike may have been a little surprised to see a student from the School of Friendship being part of tonight’s activities; but at the same time, given his own appearance, Spike wasn’t one to judge someone as young-looking as Gallus participating. Much like the dragon, Gallus was also a legal adult by Equestrian Law. The gryphon gave Spike and Big Mac claw-bumps respectively, and then grabbed a plate to get himself some food. Upon seeing how many slices of pizza the gryphon was getting, Spike had to shake his head with a smirk and ask, “So, I’m guessing you’ve been missing food outside the Royal Guard mess hall?”
“Actually it’s not that bad.” Gallus took a huge bite of pizza, just as Sunburst came up to join the group. “Ah mead,” he continued with his beak half-full, “id wasn’t like the Thool of Friendthip’s food, dats for thure…”
“Yeah, I get what you mean,” added Sunburst, who helped himself to a can of Red Manticore himself with his magic. “I think Starlight Glimmer actually turned down a bonus from the EEA so the school’s cafeteria could keep meat products on the menu.”
Just before he could open his can, Sunburst smiled wide and reached a hoof out for Mac to shake. “Oh, it’s nice seeing you again, Big Mac! Spike told me you have quite an impressive stat-list built up for your Knight.”
“As a matter of fact, Ah do!” Mac shook the stallion’s hoof cheerfully, and asked, “So, what character do you have?”
“Well, since Spike already has the Wizard stats with Garbunkle, I decided to bring my Chevalier for tonight’s game.” Sunburst then stepped back to reach into his long cape, and pulled out a small notebook to flaunt his character stats. “Sir McBiggun, I’d like to introduce you to Lord Aldermane! He’s a dedicated fighter who rose up to the ranks to be the top swordsman, despite not having a horn like his magic-based counterparts. He’s all muscle and no holds barred~”
Big Mac let out an impressed whistle when he saw the sketch of Lord Aldermane drawn up by Sunburst. The stallion looked fairly similar to the Vice Headmare, albeit as a more muscular Earth Pony. He was wearing a good amount of pitch-black armor to conceal his orange mane and coat, including a thick medieval helmet with only two small slits to serve as eye-holes. While he would’ve expected for somepony like Sunburst to have a more magic-based hero like Spike, Big Mac couldn’t fault the impressive stats beside the character’s written backstory.
“Yeesh!” Spike had to hover up in the air by his wings to peek behind Sunburst’s back, and read through the character stats himself. “And I thought Shining was the biggest O&O nerd.”
While Sunburst rolled his eyes with an unoffended scoff, Big Mac turned his attention towards Gallus. “So, didn’t you say you had a character already made yourself?”
“Hmm? O-Oh yeah!” Gallus put down his plate, which was already mostly devoured while the others were talking. The gryphon wiped the grease from his claws with a napkin before reaching into the satchel hanging by his shoulder. He pulled out a couple scraps of notebook paper that carried his character stats. “To be fair, I only played the game a few times with Sandbar and Ocellus back in school. But I do have a character written out…”
Sunburst used his magic to levitate the papers up for the others to see. Gallus’ character was much more crudely drawn than Sunburst’s, but it still gave a good look at who the gryphon was playing. It basically looked like himself, but wearing a slender black cloak to conceal his overall appearance. The name at the top of the sketch read ‘Garrus Blackclaw,’ while his stats were numbered along the side. Sunburst’s muzzle skewed from the unimpressive stats Gallus’ Thief character had; but from Spike and Big Mac’s perspectives, they looked fairly pleased that someone like Gallus would have a character thought out in the first place.
“Ooh, nice character!” Spike tilted his head while looking at the thief costume on Garrus Blackclaw, which happened to have a row of potions hanging from a strap over his chest. “Are those potions for deception or combat?”
“Uhhhh, maybe both?” Gallus shrugged with a sheepish-looking smile, clearly still learning the ropes of the game itself. “To be fair, I mostly drew those on because they looked cool.”
“Well, I think they look cool!” said the drawing itself, who suddenly came to life on the page. Everyone screamed and jolted back from the papers, which remained hovering in the air without Sunburst’s magic. The sketch of Garrus looked down at his chest-strap lined with differently-colored bottles, his beak smirking with intrigue. His voice came out with a distinctly posh and familiar-sounding tone when he said, “To be fair though, I’m sure I can come up with some wonderful ideas myself~”
A bright flash of light exhumed out from the papers, allowing for a portal-like entrance to be made for the night’s DM of honor. Discord, who was already wearing the bright green tunic of his archer character, Captain Wuzz, emerged from the portal and walked down a floating red carpet. Spike and Big Mac may have been more used to the draconequus’ antics, but they still looked surprised for a second before quickly scoffing in response. Meanwhile, Sunburst and Gallus remained rightfully wide-eyed in shock by the time Discord’s mismatched legs touched the ground. Before he could turn off the magical feed from Gallus’ character sheets, he reached out to give the sketch inside a respectful claw-bump.
“Alright then!” Discord paid no heed to the bewildered stares he was getting from the new players, and used his magic to float up both of their character sheets for a quick inspection. Despite how dismissive the draconequus may have originally been about Ogres and Oubliettes, he had learned enough about the game to give a quick analysis of both of their characters. “Hmmm… A Chevalier and a Thief, very interesting… Garrus Blackclaw definitely needs some grinding in the future, but his luck stats are thankfully high. Lord Aldermane definitely has an impressive resume, though…”
Sunburst managed to beam pridefully from that compliment, despite still blushing in intimidation. Gallus just rolled his eyes, not appearing to be too offended by Discord’s critique. As he glossed through both of the players’ character backstories more extensively, Discord munched on a slice of pizza crust-first from the table and assessed his plans. “Hmmmm… Yes, I believe both of these gentlemen will fare very well in my scenario~”
Discord floated the papers back to Sunburst and Gallus, before asking the two, “Just before we get into the ‘Nitty-Gritty’ of things, have Spike and Big Mac informed you of what kind of O&O session this’ll be?~”
Both of them blushed quite a bit, while Spike and Big Mac just chuckled with nervous-looking smiles. Gallus was the first to answer with a hesitant nod of his head. “W-Well, I mean… I don’t want to admit too much about myself, but uhhhh… the sessions I played with Sandbar and Ocellus weren’t exactly ‘family-friendly’ either…”
Spike got wide-eyed from that admission, but he kept any opinions about Gallus’ experience to himself. After all, considering how one of Gallus’ friends was a shape-shifting changeling, the dragon knew from his experience with Thorax how easily things could get frisky behind closed doors. Meanwhile, Big Mac just huffed with a smirk and replied, “Heh~ Sounds like you’ll fit right in tonight.”
Gallus just rolled his eyes with a flustered scoff, while Sunburst tried to answer on his own behalf. “Well, in my case… Spike figured it’d be safer to ask me instead of Shining Armor for obvious reasons…”
“Hmmm…” Discord took a moment to process that partial answer, before glancing back at Spike curiously. “Just to be clear, is that because Shining is married? Because if so, I’d be surprised if Cadance was less accepting of our plans than Sugar Belle.”
Big Mac tried not to cringe worriedly from that point, but it wasn’t nearly as obvious as Spike’s apprehensive wince. “Well, uhhh… Considering what happened a while back with you reviving Sombra and all, Shining probably wouldn’t accept the invitation regardless.”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Discord groaned in exasperation with a strong eye-roll. “I already apologized to both of them publicly! I even paid for Flurry Heart’s college fund! What more do I have to do?!”
“H-Hey, if it means anything,” said Sunburst, who tried to intervene on Shining’s behalf, “they both really do appreciate that gift. Shining told me that himself! I think the mood is just a little… awkward right now.”
“Oh, whatever…” Discord waved aside that excuse with his claw, not wanting to press the issue any further than it needed to be. After a quick sigh, Discord snuck a glance past the fourth wall, and gave a cheeky smirk back at you, the reader of this story. “If you ask me, it sounds like the author just wanted a break from writing Shining Armor all the time~”
“Huh?” Gallus tilted his head confusedly at the draconequus. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all~” Discord then went back to the story, completing his quota of meta humor for the chapter.
“So, uhhh… Discord, did you bring anyone for tonight?” asked Big Mac curiously. “We kinda figured you’d have somepony thou--”
“MMMPHH! Spike, these fried pickles are awesome, dude! Can we get more?”
Everyone turned their attention back to the refreshment table, with Spike looking especially shocked by who was shoving his muzzle full of the fried snacks. A tall, pale-green pegasus was taking full advantage of the free grub with a couple plates stacked with food on his back. He was also shoving most of the fried pickles in his mouth, covering the five-o-clock shadow on his muzzle with a thin sheen of grease. As he gorged on the goods like an undignified rube, Discord groaned with a paw over his face in embarrassment. Spike and Mac asked at the same time, “Zephyr Breeze?!”
“Uhhh, who?” asked Gallus, who had never met the stallion in a man-bun before. Sunburst looked equally as unaware, and could only shrug when the gryphon looked back at him.
“I’m sorry, guys,” said Discord apologetically to his friends. “Fluttershy practically begged me to get him out of her parents’ manes for a while. Apparently, he infuriated them both enough to kick him out of the house.”
“H-Hey, that’s not true!” Zephyr stopped his unceremonious binging to swallow the half-eaten food in his mouth, and turn back to Discord with a hoof pointedly raised. “In my defense, I had no idea that trombone in the attic was a family heirloom! I just figured it would be a good replacement after my bong broke. They seriously overreacted!”
“Zephyr, please stop talking.” Discord may have been the literal embodiment of chaos itself, but even he was looking fed up with his best friend’s brother tagging along. “I had to pull a lot of strings to get you here in the first place.” The draconequus took notice of a couple strings hanging just out of frame, which he quickly snipped out of sight with the aid of some oversized scissors.
“So, ummmm…” Spike may have not been a huge fan of Fluttershy’s mooching brother, but he wanted to keep an open mind since a lot of time had passed since. “Does Zephyr know how to play Ogres and Oubliettes?”
“Don’t worry, I already made a character for him myself.” Discord reached into his ear with his avian claw, and pulled out a scroll detailing Zephyr’s O&O character. “He’s a Bard with beginner stats, but I provided him with enough charisma and stamina points to keep him from being too much of a hindrance.”
He showed the sketch he drew of Zephyr’s character, which was basically just the pegasus in a gaudy jester outfit holding a flute. When Spike and Big Mac looked through the character sheet, the dragon was the first to start laughing upon seeing the name. “Pbbbttt!!~ D-Dude, you named him Dingleberry!?!”
Big Mac and the others all started laughing at that reveal, which caused Zephyr Breeze to grow an irritated pout. Discord smirked rather smugly from that detail, and pointed out, “Well, I did warn him when I asked for specifics. He literally told me to do ‘whatever,’ so I did exactly that~”
“Psh…” Zephyr just looked away from the other players while scowling to himself. “Whatever. This still beats hanging around the park all night without anything to do.”
Spike and Mac shared a look back at one another, clearly unsure of how well this session would go with somepony like Zephyr in the group. However, since Discord was the one DMing their quest, they could only assume that he would be able to keep Fluttershy’s brother in line and not ruin their fun; or at least, they hoped the draconequus could find a way to make Zephyr’s involvement somewhat entertaining.
“So… how long is this whole ‘dungeon-quest’ thing gonna take anyway?” Zephyr balanced his plates of food as he walked over towards their seats. “I was planning to meet up with me Deal-uhhhhh… M-My oregano farmer in a couple hours.” He sat in the seat usually reserved for his sister at the Cutie Map, and splayed out comfortably with his rear-hooves on the table. Spike groaned with an annoyed look, but he didn’t try to get too heated before their night could even begin. Fortunately, since the pegasus was too busy stuffing his face, he didn’t seem to distract the other players as they got themselves seated.
Due to the high number of attendees, almost all the seats were occupied when the group got themselves comfortable. The only seat left open was Twilight Sparkle’s, which Discord decided not to use out of respect for the Princess. The group of guys all looked over each other’s character notes (except for Zephyr, who seemed about as interested in the game as Discord did his first time playing), getting themselves more comfortable with the aid of Spike’s refreshments. All the while, Discord was double-checking his own notes in a large leather-bound notebook, and grinning from the prospects with the players he had available.
“Hmmmm…” Discord crafted up a stack of cards, each one with a full sketch of the players’ characters and their stats like hoofball cards. His book was opened up to a specific quest he had in mind, which he originally wanted to do the last time he played with Spike and Big Mac. But since there are more players this time around, the draconequus saw no reason to place this session on the back-burner now. So after closing his book, he held up the five cards of the players before him. “So, everyone… would you like to know the quest I have for tonight’s fun?~”
Spike and Big Mac immediately looked interested as they nodded with eager smiles. Gallus and Sunburst also appeared to be piqued, clearly curious about what a chaotic being like Discord could craft up. Zephyr Breeze nodded as well, but he wasn’t paying much attention while shoving jalapeno poppers into his muzzle.
“Wonderful~” Discord gave a snapt of his claw, which pulled out several of the pages from his book to help craft the scene. The pieces of paper floated around and crumpled in various shapes, combining together like a puzzle to form the shape of a giant mountain. The six cards of all their characters also sprung to life, hopping across the table to stand alongside the bottom of the makeshift mountain. All of the players -- even Zephyr -- became very curious as they watched the scene being played out from Discord’s narration.
“For tonight’s quest, we will be tasked with scaling the treacherous Mount Phallus for a cavern full of treasures. Princess Shmarity’s prized jewels had been stolen by a pack of dastardly, primal dragons who--”
“HEY!” Spike instantly shot Discord a warning glare. “You better not be having us slay friggin dragons, dude!”
“Don’t worry, these aren’t the feral monster-type dragons from works of fiction. I’m referring to the same type of dragons we see today, like a pack of bandits.” After sighing with that detail, Discord narrowed his eyes back at him flatly. “Seriously, Spike. Do you really think I’d resort to stereotypes? I consider you a friend.”
Spike couldn’t say much to that remark, and merely rolled his eyes to dismiss his personal issues. None of the other players tried to speak up, which allowed for Discord to resume his quest analysis.
“As I was saying… the pack of non-feral dragons have their camp set up deep within the caverns. And to make matters worse, they seemed to have acquired several enchanted jewels that could greatly change how easily you five can complete this quest. They’re on high-alert for any intruders to come by, and they won’t be afraid to take full advantage of the assets they have at their disposal~”
Near the top of the paper-built mountainside, the group of players could see several origami figures of dragons walking around the interior of a small cavern. Even with their simplistic designs, many of the guys’ eyes widened when they saw obvious erections on the dragon figures’ crotches. The players all blushed when they took notice, not needing to ask for any clarifications about what kind of game this might turn out to be. However, it seemed that the only player who looked hesitant was Zephyr Breeze, who squirmed uncomfortably in Fluttershy’s chair.
“And before I start anything,” assured Discord as he leaned back in his seat, and used his magic to un-crumple the paper-made mountain so the pages could saunter back inside of his notebook. “I want to make absolutely sure that everypony’s on-board here. This isn’t going to be a conventional quest, and any experiences you have as your characters will be felt like it’s the real thing. Spike and Big Mac can attest to that~”
The other players glanced over at the two, who were blushing with nervous smiles on their faces. However, neither of them tried to say anything to dispute what Discord just confirmed.
“And even though I’m aware that all of you are open-minded enough to pursue interests outside of mares, I wanted to make sure everyone is consenting for this quest. I can’t guarantee that sexual things will happen, but I can’t guarantee it won’t happen either. So with that being said, is everyone still in?~”
Spike and Big Mac were the first to nod with sheepish looks, not even trying to hide their enthusiasm about repeating their previous quest. Gallus and Sunburst glanced over at one another for a moment, trying to hide the awkwardness of a student and Vice-Headmare participating in something this risquè together; but since Sunburst was openly gay, and Gallus was pretty close to Bi himself, neither of them were deterred enough to keep from nodding. Even Zephyr, who was basically open for anything, merely shrugged while avoiding eye-contact with Discord. “Well, I mean… I don’t have anything better to do tonight,” he muttered to himself bashfully.
“Alright, sounds good!” Since Discord was already in his costumed getup, he only needed to raise his lion’s paw before giving a profound snap of his digits. His snap was followed with a sharp burst of light, which encompassed everybody around the table almost instantly. Their forms immediately vanished from sight at their seats, as the bright beams of energy were teleported by Discord’s magic.
Spike and Big Mac may have had experience, but they were both still taken aback by how suddenly they were morphed into the draconequus’ unique form of table-top gaming. And much like their fellow players, who ended up stumbling over one another upon landing, the group as a whole needed to reassess their bearings by the time they found themselves on solid ground once more.
The ground beneath the stallions’ hooves (and Spike & Gallus’ claws) were no longer the ornate marble tiles of Princess Twilight’s Throne Room. Instead, all that the players felt beneath them were the intricately lined charted maps of the pre-drawn game mat that Spike had made earlier. It was unclear of where the six players actually were, since Discord had teleported them far away from their original setting and in their new personas. But as the group of players got themselves back to their standing positions, and quickly realized they were now in the costumes of the characters they had chosen for this O&O quest, it didn’t take long for them to realize they were no longer seated around the Cutie Map. By the powers of Discord’s unexplainable chaotic magic, his five players found themselves within the DM’s game as the characters they crafted.
“WHOA!” Gallus was the first to readjust to the teleportation, and gasped in shock when he realized he was wearing the black cloak of his character, Garrus Blackclaw. Even though his overall appearance wasn’t as drastically changed as some of the others, the gryphon still needed a moment to marvel at how accurately Discord transferred his sketch to a full-fledged character. He was smiling wide while looking at all the intricate details of his cloak, as well as his strap of potions hanging over his chest. He pulled down his hood for a moment, smirking when he felt the spiked black feathers that ran along the top of his head like a mohawk. “Nice… I bet Ocellus would flip if she saw all this!”
“See? Ah told ya it’s worth it~” Big Macintosh was donning his black spiked armor, looking rather confident as Sir McBiggun. Aside from the five-o-clock shadow on his muzzle, as well as the unicorn horn protruding through his horned helmet, the stallion was still recognizable to Gallus and the others. McBiggun lit up his horn to test his magical abilities, easily able to swing about his cardboard sword like Shining Armor himself. After giving several well-done swipes of his weapon, McBiggun grinned in excitement with an eager, “Eeyup!~”
“Hey, Big Mac!” Spike, who was wearing his bearded wizard getup as Garbunkle, pointed his large wooden staff towards the other armored pony in their group. “Check out Sunburst!”
McBiggun and Blackclaw turned their gazes towards Sunburst, who was now the burly Chevalier Warrior known as Lord Aldermane. Sunburst’s thick, impenetrable armor hid almost all of his body features, with only the longest tufts of his orange mane sticking out from the bottom of his clunky helmet. Since he no longer had his horn, Aldermane had to use one of his plated forelegs to lift up the grated muzzle-covering and reveal his face. Sunburst looked just as he had before beneath all that armor, albeit without a horn anymore. But even with that missing appendage, he was smiling rather giddily as he looked down at himself. “Ohmigosh! I couldn’t recreate this with even a fraction of the details Discord did! This is incredible!”
“Ehhhh…” Zephyr Breeze -- or more accurately in his Bard getup, Dingleberry -- looked far less than pleased with the gaudy outfit he was wearing. He had a ridiculous velvet, lime-green leotard over his torso, with a pair of bright-pink short-shorts that pronounced his ass and crotch-bulge rather prominently. He was also wearing a matching poofy hat of green and pink stripes on his head, which made him resemble a jester more than anything else. Tucked under one of his poofy sleeves was his trusty flute, while a small bag of sand was hanging from a string around his neck. Spike and the others had to keep themselves from snickering at how he looked, while Dingleberry himself just grumbled under his breath, “Jeeze, you could’ve at least made me look macho or something.”
“Now, Dingleberry,” cooed Discord, who was standing before all of them in his Captain Wuzz costume with a confident smirk. “Are you really going to upset me after I went through all the trouble to make you a character from scratch? I could easily have you wearing a diaper and a foal’s sailor suit if you’d prefer~”
“N-No!” he blurted with his eyes bulging wide-open. Dingleberry quickly tried to backtrack on his critique with both hooves raised while smiling nervously. “T-That’s alright, Discord! I’ll wear this outfit, I swear!”
“That’s Captain Wuzz to you,” retorted the Archer insistently. Dingleberry still looked upset, but all he could do was nod his head and hope his fate couldn’t get any more embarrassing. Since the Bard was rightfully silenced, Captain Wuzz was able to address the group as a whole on the playing board. “Alright, gentlemen! The treacherous Mount Phallus is just a short walk that way!”
He pulled one of the arrows from his quiver on his back, and pointed it outward to catch the group’s attention. All five players turned around and gasped in shock, not expecting to see the mountain in a much more detailed interpretation. While the rest of the tiled gaming board was littered with dice of various colors and sizes, a massive-looking mountain was towering up to the painted blue skies without a visible top. Many white pieces of fluff (most likely cotton balls) took the form of clouds to gather around the mountainside, keeping the group from seeing too far up. Mount Phallus itself looked like a gigantic piece of paper machè painted in shades of red and brown; but despite its cheap-looking construction, all five of the players gulped worriedly upon seeing the daunting climb.
“Hoo boy,” muttered Garbunkle, who didn’t seem too keen on beginning the trek. Spike may have included wings to his character since the last time they played Ogres and Oubliettes (most likely to make the Wizard more accurate to himself in real life), but he knew better than to try and go ahead in the quest without his party. He looked back to the other five players, but only Captain Wuzz seemed to be smiling from the prospect of starting things off right. Garrus Blackclaw was the only other winged member of the group, and he looked equally as hesitant as Garbunkle to fly up the mountain solo. Lord Aldermane rubbed the front of his helmet, clearly regretting not having a horn on his character for a quick teleportation spell. Meanwhile, Garbunkle could see from Sir McBiggun’s skewed muzzle that he looked apprehensive as well. Nevertheless, the bearded dragon tried to ask, “So, uhhh… I take it you haven’t improved your magic stats since the last time we played?”
“Nope,” admitted McBiggun with a reluctant shake of his head. “Sorry, Ah’ve had way too much work on the farm to really play this game nowadays.”
“Hmmmm…” Garrus Blackclaw stared down at the array of potions hanging across his chest with a contemplative look. “I might be able to craft something for fast travel? Although I never got a successful roll for more than just myself.”
“Well, couldn’t we just, like… grow wings or something?” asked Dingleberry while shrugging confusedly. The others all stared back at him flatly, causing the Bard to groan and roll his eyes. “What?! We’re in a fantasy setting, aren’t we!? If Spike can do it, I’m sure we all can!”
“It’s not that easy, dude.” Garbunkle pointed up to his staff and explained, “I had to cast a Nat-Twenty to grant wings on my character, and that was only after acquiring a one-time potion from a sorceress in a round with Pinkie and Rainbow Dash.”
“Wait, you played with them without me?!” McBiggun looked fairly offended by that revelation. “When was that?!”
“Oh, that was up in the Crystal Empire last month. Shining wanted a night off to play, so we had a quick match. Nothing major or anything.”
While McBiggun rolled his eyes with a scoff, Lord Aldermane lifted his helmet’s face-covering to show his smile. “Yeah, Shining actually told me about that! He managed to slay a lot of ogres with a Nat-Fifteen, didn’t he?”
“Oh my gosh, who cares?!” Dingleberry was already growing impatient as he tapped his hoof against the game-mat ground. “Are we just gonna stand around and talk, or are we gonna find a way up that mountain?!”
“Ooh, somepony seems eager to meet those dastardly dragons~” Captain Wuzz shot the Bard a teasingly coy smirk and perked his bushy brows. “If you really wanted to have some fun with a scaly friend, I’m surprised you haven’t tried to hit up Spike before he left Ponyville~”
“Psh~” Garbunkle immediately dismissed that option with an unsubtle scoff. “Very unlikely.”
“Hey, I just wanna do something while we’re here, okay?!” Dingleberry pointed out to the mountainous pile of paper machè waiting for them. “And unless we wanna try and walk the entire way up there and drain our energy, I’d rather know what our alternatives are.”
Garrus may have looked annoyed with the Bard already, but he couldn’t help glancing towards the mountain with a contemplative look of his own. “Honestly, I’m with Dingleberry on that one.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re all gonna call me that the whole friggin’ game!”
“Hmph~” Sir McBiggun had an obvious smirk as he replied, “Ah certainly am~”
“Hmmm…” Lord Aldermane looked up at the mountain as well, and tried to think of a suggestion. “You know… if Captain Wuzz’s archery is skilled enough, he could feasibly shoot a rope to scale up part of the mountain.”
“Yeah, but look at the clouds…” Blackclaw pointed a talon up at the floating cotton-balls, which could be seen drifting back and forth high above their heads. “It looks like there’s a lot of wind up there. I’d be surprised if we could hit anything with an arrow.”
“Ooh, excellent observation!” Captain Wuzz looked impressed by the gryphon’s input. “Although, there might be a way that could get most of us closer to the cavern in record time. The only thing we need is a little ingenuity~”
As the other players looked back at Captain Wuzz curiously, the Archer pointed towards a dilapidated cart resting by the side of the mountain. It looked to be an old diorama-grade buggy with two missing wheels, and several broken cardboard boxes strewn about nearby. Garbunkle was the first to fly towards it with the aid of his draconic wings, while his staff lit up to better assist in scanning the debris. Blackclaw and McBiggun investigated the cart as well, with the gryphon being the first to notice something useful. “Hey, look! Rubber bands!”
Blackclaw reached into one of the broken boxes, and smiled excitedly upon pulling out a couple oversized strips of rubber. Lord Aldermane let out an intrigued “Ooh!” from inside his helmet, and trotted over in his armor to inspect the material. Dingleberry reluctantly followed alongside Captain Wuzz, although it seemed that he was the only one who wasn’t seeing the importance of the group’s find. While the draconequus watched with a prideful grin, the other members of their party were already brainstorming suggestions.
“So, what are we thinking?” asked Blackclaw. “You think a slingshot of some kind would work?”
“Hmmm…” Aldermane picked up a piece of the rubber left over from one of the boxes, and let out a strained groan as he tried to pull the ends with both hooves. “Nnnnghhh! Geeze, these are sturdy! If we can get enough force, we might be able to make it work.”
“Maybe a catapult?” Garbunkle looked over towards a large twenty-sided die nearby, which looked to be the size of a pony sized boulder. He lit up his staff and pointed towards it, groaning a bit as he tried to lift the item up with his magic. There was certainly a lot of strain, but the Wizard managed to lift the hunk of plastic a couple feet before it fell back to the ground. The floor beneath the players rippled with a loud thud, but all of them grew intrigued by the dragon’s ingenuity.
“Actually, that might work out for us…” Sir McBiggun looked between the giant die, and the remains of the cardboard wagon by the mountain. He hummed to himself in thought while tapping his chin, and pondered out-loud, “You think we could roll for a spell that could build it quickly enough?”
“Let’s find out!” Captain Wuzz pointed a claw up towards the skies, just as a gargantuan-sized die came into view to rotate in the air. Everyone stepped back as the hunk of bright-red plastic began its descent to the ground. Garbunkle and McBiggun worked together as the Wizard’s staff lit up brightly, as did the Knight’s horn in tandem. Blackclaw tried to look through his potions, but he didn’t seem confident that anything in his possession could help out. Aldermane just tried to stay out of the way, since his brute force couldn’t do much for this task. Meanwhile, Dingleberry picked up his flute, and tried to awkwardly “help” by blowing into the wrong end of the instrument to elicit nasty squeaks.
“Urrrghhhh…” McBiggun grimaced while trying to keep his magic focused, and shot a nasty glare towards the Bard. “Darnit, Dingleberry! Stop blowin’ on that thing!”
“Yeah, save it for the caverns~” added Captain Wuzz with a cheeky smirk. Dingleberry groaned and put down his flute with a scowl. With that distracting “music” out of the way, Garbunkle and McBiggun were able to better focus as they pointed their horn and staff towards the wagon wreckage. Their auras of magic could be seen combining in a multicolored swirl, encompassing the materials to make them levitate from the game board. Just as all of the items were lifted up with the aid of their shared magic, the gigantic die finally crashed down to the ground with an earth-shattering thud that made everyone jolt in place. “And the roll got us a…”
Captain Wuzz looked up to the skies, just to see a number glowing through the cotton ball clouds. “A thirteen! That might just be enough~”
Due to their successful roll, Garbunkle and McBiggun were able to use their magic to craft up a large mechanism before the group’s very eyes. Aldermane, Blackclaw, and even Dingleberry watched in awe as the materials from the cart were disassembled with the aid of Garbunkle’s magic, and rearranged like pieces of a puzzle. With the aid of Sir McBiggun’s magical strength, two of the wagon’s side pieces were driven into the ground to serve as the foundation braces. He also used his magical aura to stretch out the rubber bands as far as he could, groaning as he looped them around the support beams. Garbunkle made sure to strengthen the two pieces well enough so they wouldn’t crash into one another, allowing for the rubber band to keep a good amount of tension between them. Garbunkle’s staff also crafted up a sizable platform with the remains of the wagon, along with five usable seats. The cage-like device was firmly nestled on top of the rubber band, and able to hang precariously a few feet above the player’s heads.
“Hmmm… not bad at all~” Captain Wuzz was grinning wide from the players’ creation, which looked to be a giant slingshot pointed right upward. The contraption may have been risky at best, but Garbunkle and McBiggun were satisfied enough with its completion to bump claw and hoof with excited smiles. The rest of the players looked equally as pleased by the catapult with cheers and hoots all around. However, before anyone in the party could get too excited about their plans getting into motion, Captain Wuzz was the first to point, “You know, guys… There seem to only be five seats for that method.”
Everyone stopped celebrating, and looked back at the contraption to see the Archer was correct. Garbunkle and McBiggun groaned in disappointment, with the dragon saying with a roll of his eyes, “Well, that’s just great! How the heck could we lose a party member at thirteen?!”
“Well, it was a pretty risky move,” noted Aldermane while shrugging his shoulders. “It probably needed a high nat to even get the thing working.”
Blackclaw pointed back towards the mountain and added, “Yeah, especially with the alternative being walking up that thing.”
“So… what do we do now?” asked Dingleberry worriedly. “Like… do we cast votes for who gets left behind or something?”
“Honestly, that sounds more akin to a different show.” The draconequus was briefly out of his Captain Wuzz outfit, and was now wearing a blue polo shirt with a white ballcap, khaki pants, and holding a tribal torch. “And unless you have a Hidden Immunity Idol, you’d probably get the boot if that was the case.”
The rest of the group all looked at one another in silence, eventually nodding in reluctance to that truthful point. Dingleberry just looked down at himself for a moment, not seeing anything that would resemble such an item. After the Bard shrugged back at his sister’s friend, Captain Wuzz returned with a flash of chaotic magic. “Fortunately, there might be a way to determine the unlucky sap by a much fairer means...”
With another snap of his paw, the draconequus conjured up six much smaller twenty-sided dice which hovered above all their heads. All of the other players froze up when they saw those items, unsure if they were going to drop onto their heads like a cartoon prop. Fortunately, the plastic items all remained hovering absolutely still, while still spinning freely in their auras. Captain Wuzz had a die over his own head, and he caused all of them to spin with a hard wave of his avian claw. “Alright, let’s see who gets the lowest number!”
Everyone looked tense as they stared up at the spinning dice, unsure of how “random” Captain Wuzz’s spin actually was. For all they knew, he could’ve easily picked one of them to leave already and get left-out of all the fun. Even though none of them wanted their quest to end so prematurely, they all looked wary about what was to come. Eventually, the dice all slowed down at the same time to reveal the numbers glowing above them.
“I got… a twelve!” shouted Garbunkle with a smile.
“Fourteen!” chirped Sir McBiggun
“A six…” Garrus Blackclaw didn’t look too confident as he winced from that reveal.
“Oh no…” Lord Aldermane was even more freaked-out when he muttered worriedly, “It’s a four…”
“WOO! Nineteen!” Dingleberry beamed excitedly from that number, before looking back at Captain Wuzz to ask, “Wait, that’s good, right? OH...”
As soon as they heard the tone in Dingleberry’s voice, all the others turned and gasped at the die over Captain Wuzz’s head. Everyone looked absolutely shocked, but not as much as the draconequus who was standing underneath the glowing number…
“I… I got a ONE?!” Discord may have been skilled with chaotic magic, but it seemed that chaos got the best of him for a change. He blinked repeatedly while staring up at the die in bafflement, not that it changed the outcome by any means. According to the rules he just crafted, Captain Wuzz was the one who couldn’t continue on in their quest. The revelation made him sigh disheartedly, but he tried to keep a content smile as he shrugged back at the others. “Well… I’m still the DM, so this might be better to keep things organized from up above~”
Since the character’s fate was sealed, Discord unzipped his tunic from the front, and stepped out of his skin to reveal another Discord just underneath. He then used his magic to lift everyone up at once, catching them by surprise as they were lowered onto the platform of the catapult. The combined weight of the five stretched the rubber band tremendously, but the platform itself only lowered a few feet at most. However, that was when Discord lifted up the large die Spike noticed earlier, which was effortlessly floated over to the group to serve as a proper weight.
“Bon voyage, players!~” Discord was now dressed like the captain of a ship, and saluted the five players as their catapult was pulled down to its absolute lowest. “Please keep a tight grip until your landing, and don’t forget to stay safe!~”
BOING!!!
As soon as the die fell off from the rubber band, the platform was shot up into the skies with all five players screaming their heads off. The noise quickly trailed off while Discord watched from the ground, grinning as he held a pair of binoculars to watch their flight. In a matter of seconds, the massive piece of wagon-parts shot up hundreds of feet along the side of the mountain. It was nothing short of a miracle that the platform managed to stay together, or that the five players inside were able to stay in place during their treacherous ascension. Garbunkle and McBiggun were holding each other for dear life while screaming in peril. Meanwhile, Blackclaw and Aldermane were clinging to the sides of the platform with all their might while their eyes were clenched shut. Dingleberry couldn’t grab onto anything in time, but the sheer velocity of the shot had him pinned to the platform as he was splayed out helplessly. The wind was brushing past the five like a turbine, which only lessened when gravity finally decided to take over.
Just as the platform began to disintegrate from the force of that shot, the five temporarily hovered in the air as they got to level with the cavern. All five of them were covered in cotton-balls that clung to their bodies when they shot through the cloudline, allowing them to see much more of the mountain than they had down below. As soon as he saw the opening of the cave, Garbunkle’s eyes shot wide-open; his magical staff instantly lit up, almost as if it was activated through sheer instinct. Another large twenty-sided die hovered high up in the air, and spun about wildly as the dragon tried to make a daring move.
In less than a second, the five players all began to fall back down from their brief moment of zero-gravity. Everyone began to scream once more, save for Garbunkle whose eyes narrowed in concentration. Just as the die up above rested on a singular number, Garbunkle’s staff erupted in a bright flash of light that engulfed everyone about to fall. Just as the five were about to plummet to their doom, Garbunkle’s magic kept them afloat as they soared forward, and landed right at the ledge of the mountain’s cliff.
“After rolling a successful nineteen,” boomed out the deep voice of Discord’s from the skies above, “Garbunkle’s risky spell proved to be worth it! He and the remaining members of their party landed safely from that jump, right outside the dragons’ lair…”
The group needed a moment to collect themselves, as they were left wobbling fearfully after that insane catapult launch. Even though it may have been faster than walking, all of them looked absolutely frazzled by that dangerous alternative. Garbunkle was breathing out heavily and clutching his chest, looking just as shocked as the others that his magical spell worked out. But before he could try to sigh in sweet relief, he found himself caught in the middle of a huge bear-hug by the other players.
“Holy crap, you did it!” Blackclaw hugged the dragon dearly after that live-saving maneuver. “Dude, that was awesome!”
“You did it, Spike!” Aldermane didn’t care about staying in character, and was close to tears while hugging Garbunkle from the other side. “Ohmigosh, thank you so much!”
McBiggun and Dingleberry gave the Wizard some thankful hugs as well, treating the dragon like a genuine hero following his save. Garbunkle was left blushing with a huge smile beneath his beard, but he was able to breathe out sharply before getting himself back up. “W-Well, uhhh… it’s a good thing we’re still in a game.”
“Uhhh, right, right…” Aldermane and Blackclaw pulled away with nervous chuckles, almost forgetting that they weren’t in a life-threatening scenario just then. Even if they fell, it was doubtful that Discord would actually kill them. Nevertheless, by the time all five of the party members got back on their hooves/paws, they found themselves standing outside the gaping opening of the mountain’s cave.
Coconut shavings served as a replacement for snow beneath them, but revealed the paper machè underneath as soon as it went into the cavern. It was impossible to tell how deep the cave went, but they could all hear muffled voices faintly within the pitch-black darkness. All five of them looked at each other with varying expressions, each of them needing a second to process how to go about this quest. However, it was Sir McBiggun who stepped forward first, and lit up his horn to lead the way into the caves.
“Alright, fellas,” he said back to his group, a faint smirk on his scraggly muzzle. “Let’s see what these dragons are made of~”
Chapter Two - The Dragons' "Jewels"
“Ooh, this looks like it’s going to get interesting~”
Back outside the gaming realm, Discord was back in his regular form while seated alone at the Cutie Map table. Since all the other players were currently traversing their way through the mountainous cave (with the paper machè mountain itself taking up a good portion of the table), Discord didn’t see any issue with seating himself at Princess Twilight’s chair. He helped himself to a large cup of coffee while surveying the gameplay from up above, serving as the sole DM instead of another player. His Archer card was resting outside the gaming board, with the character thankfully retired from the rest of the session. The sketch of the tunicked draconequus was now wearing a nightgown with a matching cap, and sleeping comfortably in a makeshift bed made from a matchbox stuffed with cotton.
“Hmph…” Discord rolled his eyes and scoffed with his mismatched arms crossed over his chest. “I swear, you can get so picky with your sleeping arrangements!”
“Well, excuse me for wanting a good night’s rest!” Captain Wuzz looked up at him with a scowl of his own. “Besides, I wasn’t the one who rolled that die to get a one!”
“Ugh! For the last time, I’m sorry!” Discord sighed before trying to speak apologetically. “I wanted to play the game fair, so I made that role purely random. I figured you’d appreciate me not cheating for this session!”
“Hmmm… Well, that’s true…” The living sketch of Captain Wuzz glanced out from his trading card, and looked up at the mountain with a contemplative skew of his fanged muzzle. Even though he could tell that Discord was telling the truth, he couldn’t help pointing out, “I have to say though, it’s rather convenient they reached the caves so quickly. I would’ve figured this quest would last a lot longer.”
“Ohhhhhh, don’t you worry about that, old chum~” Discord grew a wide, sinister looking grin on his face as he fiddled the digits of his paw and claw in a devilish manner. His golden eyes peered back at the same scene as Captain Wuzz, before his magic levitated up several twenty-sided dice to continue with his perverted fun. “They might have scaled the mountain, but I have a feeling their quest has only just begun~”
Back within the fantasy realms of Discord’s Ogres and Oubliettes, Sir McBiggun was leading the charge as he and his group explored the cavern of Mount Phallus. The Knight had his horn brightly lit with a pale golden glow, while Garbunkle used his Wizard staff to provide some additional light. The other three members of their party were beginning to grow wary as they followed the more experienced players, mostly due to how deep the mountainous cavern really went. Despite how large the cave’s opening may have looked, it didn’t take long before the group were unable to see the light of the exit behind them. The five players were eventually encased in pitch-black darkness, which made the other players try to illuminate themselves as well.
Garrus Blackclaw took one of the bottles of potions from his chest-strap, and shook it vigorously to make it illuminate in a bright green like a glow-stick. Sir Aldermane happened to have a retracting torch from the interior of his chest-plating, which he extended out like a policepony’s baton. Dingleberry had a miniature torch inside of his fanny-pack, as well as a lighter to ignite both his and Aldermane’s light sources; of course, since the Bard was trailing at the rear of the group, he didn’t try to put any attention on himself as he discreetly lit a joint he snuck in from the regular world.
“Man, how far does this cave go?!” whispered Blackclaw in a bewildered tone. “I mean, I know it’s Discord’s magic and all, but it feels like this cave is going on forever.”
“Maybe he altered it so we’re going in circles?” asked Aldermane, who was trying not to sound too worried with that contemplative theory. “Heck, maybe that’s part of the challenge before we face any foes.”
“Ugh, I really hope not…” Dingleberry couldn’t help shuddering to himself before sucking in a long, lengthy hit from his joint. After holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment, the Bard exhaled calmly enough to say without coughing, “I can say from experience, he can do some messed-up stuff.”
“Oh, really now?” Blackclaw glanced back at the Bard, which prompted Dingleberry to put out his joint and hide it under his poofy hat. “Anything noteworthy? I can list some things he did at the School of Friendship.”
“Uhhh, could we not focus on that subject right now?” Aldermane’s voice was slightly muffled beneath his helmet, but he still sounded a little apprehensive while holding his torch. “I’d rather focus on the actual game instead of the DM.”
“Well, can you blame them?” asked Garbunkle, who glanced back at the three with a shrug. “I mean, it is Discord, after all. He’s not exactly someone whose game you can predict.”
“Sssshhhh!!” McBiggun’s sharp hiss caught the group’s attention, and they all froze when the Knight paused his tracks. He narrowed his eyes while dimming the luminosity of his horn. The darkness around them grew more immense, but Garbunkle took his friend’s lead by lessening the light from his staff. The other three players looked at one another worriedly, but Aldermane was the first to reluctantly extinguish his torch in silence. Blackclaw tucked his glowing bottle into his cloak, while Dingleberry held his hoof-held torch closely for protection.
“Hmmmm… Garbunkle stood close beside McBiggun, and narrowed his eyes upon noticing the same thing as his friend. Far off in the distance ahead of them, there appeared to be the faintest hint of light. It was small enough to nearly be as unnoticeable as a lone firefly in the night; but with everything outside their source of light so pitch-black, that far-off illumination was more than enough to catch their attention. McBiggun and Garbunkle shared a look before nodding in silence, before the Knight looked back at their party and made a sharp “Cut it” motion with a hoof dragging across his neck.
Dingleberry winced from that gesture, and looked down at his torch like it was the last of his weed. Fortunately, Aldermane used the thick plating of his hoof armor to extinguish it before the Bard could say anything. After Garbunkle turned off his staff, the only light sources among them were the faintest hue from McBiggun’s horn, and that glowing bottle inside of Blackclaw’s cloak. As the group slowly traversed forward, heading closer to that light source in the distance, none of them seemed to notice a glowing twenty-sided die hovering above their heads and spinning.
“Deep inside the caverns of Mount Phallus,” purred Discord’s voice in a low and seductive whisper, “the remaining party find themselves reaching closer to the dragons’ lair. Soon enough, the group could overhear them as the flames of their camp become more evident…”
True to the narrator’s word, the five players could hear the faint cackling of laughter in the distance. The small flicker of light could now be seen by all of them, which prompted McBiggun to turn off his magic completely. Garrus Blackclaw tucked his bottle further inside of his cloak, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention. The group’s steps slowed down the closer they got towards the distinct orange glow, which flickered off the cavern walls and further illuminated the cavern. Fortunately for the party of players, that glowing die spinning above their heads didn’t seem to be noticed by the bandits laughing it up nearby.
“Hahahaha… So that’s when I said, ‘You want me to play some namby-pamby board-game?! I’ll tell you what, you pay me a hundred bits, and I might consider it!’”
“Dude, you could’ve gotten a thousand from him! He’s like, omi-something or whatever, isn’t he?! He could pull diamonds out of his dick if he wanted to!”
“Hey, a hundred bits to act like a true dragon isn’t a bad deal. It’s not like we can do that in the real world with the new Princess in rule.”
“Well, I’m just hoping we get to keep all these gems…”
Garbunkle’s eyes widened in shock, quickly recognizing those all-too familiar voices ahead of them. The five players eventually got behind a large boulder, shielding them from the light flickering from the dragons’ roaring fire. All of them tried their best to remain silent, and continued to listen in on the group’s banter. Meanwhile, Dingleberry pulled the remains of his half-smoked joint from his hat, and made a split-second flick of his lighter to get a couple more hits out of it.
“Yeah, I’m hoping we get to keep these jewels too…” Three dragons were seated around the fire, all of them wearing black leather vests with golden chains hanging from their necks. They each had a large pile of gems and golden coins they were greedily resting on top of, while the pockets of their vests were stuffed with the nicest-looking diamonds they retrieved from their hoard. Unlike Discord’s group of players, it seemed that the “villains” he hired weren’t too keen on making any flashy characters. Because of that, Garble and his two buddies were basically being themselves as they waited for their game to begin. “I gotta say though,” noted the red dragon as he took a huge bite out of a huge hunk of sapphire in his claw. “Mmmm!~ I have no idea if these are real, but they taste really damn good!”
“Yeah, I know, right?!” Fizzle, a slender white dragon with a row of pale pink scales trailing down his back, was licking a long piece of ruby like a popsicle. “Do you think he got actual jewels for us to hoard for this game?! I mean, it’s definitely a good incentive to actually play along, y’know?”
“Dude, do you have to lick that gem like that?!” A fat brown dragon, who Spike remembered from the Dragon Lands as Clump, looked more than a little weirded out by Fizzle’s fellatious jewel-tasting. “Like, I know you’re gay and all, but you don’t have to flaunt it around like that!”
“Ugh!” Fizzle gave a strong eye-roll to his friend’s statement. “Clump, have you ever bitten down on a piece of ruby dry?! It seriously screws up your fangs.”
“Ehhhhh, it is kinda fruity-looking dude.” Garble looked equally as discomforted by Fizzle’s phallic-shaped gem, especially as the dragon held it in his claw like a dildo. “You know I’m not trying to judge or anything, right? I’m just calling it as I see it.”
Fizzle scoffed to both of their critiques, and shot Garble an especially flat-looking stare. “Do I need to remind you of all those circle-jerks back in the Dragon Lands? I seem to remember you suggesting Glazed Gems more than once~”
“Nnnghh!” Garble’s scales were already red, but the campfire wasn’t dim enough to hide the blush on his cheeks. He looked away from the smirking dragon with an embarrassed scowl, while Clump covered his mouth with a claw to muffle his snickering. “Dude, come on!” groaned Garble uncomfortably. “That was like, months ago!”
“Our last jerkoff session was two weeks ago!”
“That was just a quickie, that doesn’t count!”
By that point of the dragons’ bickering, Garbunkle’s face was as red as a beet beneath his bushy beard. When he looked back at the other players hiding behind the boulder, they were all staring at him wide-eyed. It took the dragon a moment to realize what they may have been thinking, which caused him to quickly sputter, “D-D-Don’t look at me like that! I had no idea they did that stuff!”
Spike’s insistent statement may have been a hushed whisper, but it was still audible enough for Discord to overhear it back in the Throne Room. The draconequus was reading through a printed fanfic with a promiscuously cropped cover page, and said in response, “Oh, Spikey Wikey… I can think of several stories off the top of my head that would counteract that claim~”
While Discord glossed through some relevant “literature,” the twenty-sided die within the game was just about to drop down behind the group of players. The glowing die was closest to Dingleberry, but he barely paid any notice of it while taking a final drag from his joint. Unfortunately, when the large die finally touched the floor of the cave, it was followed by the number on top glowing to reveal an unlucky roll.
“Uh oh! It seems that the group had just rolled a four for stealth~”
The five players all gasped when they heard that voice, and turned around to finally see the die revealing their fate. On the other side of the boulder, they could overhear Garble sniffing the air extensively. “What the… Guys, do you smell that?”
“Dude!” hissed Garbunkle, who finally noticed Dingleberry’s spent joint. “What’s wrong with you?!”
“HEY, WHO’S THERE?!”
Garble, Fizzle, and Clump all jumped off their piles of stolen goods, and stood bipedally with threatening stances. None of them were able to see the group behind the boulder, but Dingleberry’s skunky weed was enough to get the dragons looking in their direction. The twenty-sided die behind the players jumped right back up, and hovered in the air while spinning wildly. Discord’s voice boomed overhead once more: “Quick! Garble and his friends are mere seconds from discovering the intruders of their jewels! You need to think fast~”
“I got this!” Garrus Blackclaw jumped into action, putting his Royal Guard training to use by leaping over the boulder with an impressive flip. The gryphon landed on all fours, his glare on the dragons unmistakable. While Garble and his buddies froze with confused looks, the giant die behind the boulder dropped down to the ground once more. Blackclaw used that moment to make his move, and threw his glowing potion bottle towards the dragons like a grenade. “Take THIS!!!”
SMASH!!!
The ornate bottle shattered right at Garble’s feet, exploding in a flurry of green light that splattered all over the cave floor. Blackclaw smirked confidently beneath his clocked hood, but the mood quickly dampened when he saw the three dragons still standing before him. Garble, Fizzle, and Clump all stood in confusion, with the only major difference being their feet splattered in glowing green goo. From up above, Discord’s voice announced the result. “Oh, drat! It seemed that Blackclaw’s potionmancer resulted in a measly three. You should’ve picked something better than the glow spell, kiddo~”
“OH COME ON!” Garrus groaned with a strong eye-roll, while Garble grew an evil-looking grin. The dragon took a couple steps forward, cracking the knuckles of his claws intimidatingly.
“Well, well, well…” Garble’s eyes narrowed on the gryphon, who tried to step back from the pack of dragons closing in. Garble reached into the front pocket of his vest, and pulled out a glowing twenty-sided die of his own. “I guess it’s my turn to make a move~”
“Not so fast!” Dingleberry hopped out from behind the boulder, catching Blackclaw and the dragons by surprise. Discord’s die bounced right back up for a quick spin on the Bard’s behalf. The remaining party members gawked as they peeked around the boulder, absolutely shocked that the pegasus would just jump in while high as a kite. Meanwhile, Dingleberry reached into the pouch hanging around his neck, and threw a fine mist of powder at the dragons’ faces. “POCKET SAND!!!”
The move seemed to invoke a stronger response than Blackclaw’s potion, as the three dragons all clutched their faces and winced from the stinging pain. “GAHHH!! You got that in my eyes, you prick!”
“Ooh! That was a sixteen!” announced Discord’s voice, with the die already landed as soon as Dingleberry made that move. “I’m not even mad, that’s impressive!”
“Oh, you think that’s good?~” Dingleberry grew a much more determined grin, even though his eyes were still a little red from his earlier toking. While the dragons were all distracted and rubbing their eyes, the Bard held up his trusty flute and said, “Hey, Dungeon Master? I’m gonna roll to seduce the dragons~”
Even though their eyes were still stinging, Garble and his buddies all put their claws down and stared at Dingleberry in stunned silence. Garbunkle groaned with both claws over his face behind the boulder. McBiggun and Aldermane pulled Blackclaw to safety, but were shaking their heads at the stupidity that came out of Dingleberry’s mouth. Fizzle was the first to tilt his head in a mixture of confusion and slight offense, before asking, “Uhhhh… is that dude serious?”
“Let’s find out!” Discord’s voice was accompanied by the die floating back up with a generous spin, and him shouting, “Go, Dingleberry! Play like your life depends on it!~”
Dingleberry grinned like a stoner at a taco cart, and got the flute up to his lips. “Gladly~”
The Bard then began to play, blowing with all his might into the instrument while prancing around the cavern. It was unclear what Dingleberry may have been thinking, but it was doubtful he was too high to realize how shitty his musical skills really were. Each hard blow into his flute elicited harsh, ugly-sounding wheezes that sounded like the worst vocal performance imaginable. And with the Bard “dancing” about in a high stupor, Discord’s die didn’t even need to land to indicate how much Dingleberry failed.
“Uhhhhh, that’s awful!” Outside the game board, both Discord and Captain Wuzz had to clutch their ears to keep from hearing that god-awful noise. “The last time I heard something that bad, it broke up The Beatles!”
The die pounded back down to the ground, shaking the cavern floor badly enough to make Dingleberry stumble off his hooves. As the Bard fell onto his back, Discord’s voice quickly exclaimed, “That was a ONE, Dingleberry! Let this be a lesson: unless you’re Captain America, winners don’t do drugs!”
“Ughhh…” Any good graces Dingleberry could’ve gotten with the pocket sand were instantly forgotten as the other party members groaned from behind the boulder. Meanwhile, the lone Bard was left by himself as he tried to crawl away from the dragons on his back. Unfortunately, along with being inebriated and scared shitless, Dingleberry also made all three of the dragons superbly pissed. Garble’s eyes were still a little red from that sand attack, and he didn’t hesitate to flick up his personal die for a quick counterattack. “Alright, you little shit! Let’s see how YOU like it!”
The twenty-sided die spun wildly in the air, and Garble snatched it with his claw like he was flipping a bit to seal Dingleberry’s fate. The moment he opened his claw, Discord’s voice announced the result as the plastic glowed in Garble’s grip.“Oh, dear… it seems that he rolled a seventeen for a counter-attack…”
The die glowed even brighter in Garble’s claw, while the dragon and his buddies all grinned evilly at the stoned Bard. With a flash of miniature lightning, the piece of plastic was transformed into a new device akin to Garble’s approval. It was still glowing brightly as it levitated up in the air, leaving Dingleberry unable to see what it was. Unfortunately, the unknown piece flew straight towards the stallion’s crotch before he could try to stop it, sealing his fate in the game.
“How’s that for ‘seducing the dragons’, huh?~”
While Garble, Fizzle, and Clump all pointed at the pony and laughed at his misfortune, Dingleberry looked down at himself in absolute shock. Not only did Garble’s magical blast disintegrate the crotch of his pink short-shorts, but Dingleberry was horrified to see something new covering himself in its place. That magical die Garble possessed had morphed to a plastic chastity cage, which was now tightly clasped over his member to encase it within a two inch nub.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” Dingleberry rightfully freaked out from seeing his cock locked-up, which made the dragons above him laugh even harder. All three of them were pointing down at him mockingly and cracking up, looking like a pack of bullies who just gave the nerd a wedgie. Dingleberry barely paid notice to their teasing, as he desperately tried to grip his cage with both hooves to pry it free. But alas, all that he was doing was making the pain much worse. He let out a strained groan while lying on the floor, and shouted out, “Oh, come on! Nnnnggghhhh!! G-Guys, help me!! DO SOMETHING!!”
“Oh, I don’t think your little ‘friends’ are gonna be helping you right now…” Garble reached back into his vest pocket. And much to Dingleberry’s horror, he pulled out another glowing twenty-sided die. “Heh~ Discord gave all of us a bunch of these to make the game more exciting…”
The other four players were peeking around the boulder just before that reveal, and they all gasped in terror. Unlike the dragons they were combatting, none of them were given any enchanted dice to fight them as a group. All that they had was the fate of Discord rolling their dice one at a time, similar to a turn-based video game. Garble, Fizzle, and Clump all held several of the glowing dice in their claws, and were cackling evilly from the advantageous magic in their possession. While Dingleberry was left writhing on the ground by the dragons’ feet, Garbunkle looked back at the other members of his party and whispered, “Oh, crap! What’re we gonna do, guys!?”
“Hmmmm…” McBiggun lit up his horn to pull out his cardboard sword, which he seemed confident enough to use for their foes. Lord Aldermane got out an odd makeshift mace from inside his armor, which had a chain made of paper clips to make a rubber ball swing around. Meanwhile, Garrus Blackclaw was wincing as he looked through his array of potions, none of which having any distinct labeling to advertise their effects. While Garbunkle inspected the stability of the gemstone powering his staff, McBiggun was the first to ask, “Which one of us has the best combat stats?”
“I guess it’s up to me!” Lord Aldermane didn’t wait to backup, and decided to step in himself to assist their fallen Dingleberry. The Chevalier wasn’t able to make any theatrical flips over the boulder like Blackclaw had done, but he still tried to be intimidating as he rushed around the barrier to face the dragons. He jumped into view and skidded across the ground, giving a hearty “H’yah!” while swinging his mace with a single hoof. By that point, Garble was getting annoyed as he rolled his eyes from their continued tenacity.
“Dude, are you guys just coming out of a vending machine or something?!” Garble didn’t seem the least-bit worried about the Chevalier’s fighting stance, even as he stood in front of Dingleberry and swung his mace over his head. Instead, Garble glanced back at his friends and asked, “Eh, do one of you wanna fight this one? I’d rather see who else is behind that big rock~”
Garbunkle and the others gasped behind the boulder, and a couple more twenty-sided dice hovered over their heads as Discord tried to assist. As for Lord Aldermane, the larger die was spinning erratically above the Chevalier’s swinging mace. “Ooh, time for some combat stats to be put to use! Can Lord Aldermane roll higher than a nine to get a successful hit?~”
“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Fizzle went up against the armored stallion, and threw one of his die at him to cast his counterattack. The plastic piece glowed brightly, and caused Aldermane to try and swing his mace in response to the throw. Much to his surprise, the spiked ball of his weapon actually struck the die, and caused it to shoot over Fizzle’s head. That action was accompanied with his own die hitting the ground, revealing a glowing eleven overhead. “Oh, come on!” griped Fizzle with an eyeroll. “That isn’t… wait…”
Fizzle noticed something glowing behind him, and turned his head to see the glowing die hovering back towards him with a number already casted. His eyes went wide, and he grew an especially naughty grin when he saw the number eighteen glowing at the top. “Oooohhh… Now that’s more like it~”
Aldermane may have been satisfied with that direct deflection, but Fizzle’s more successful roll caused his magical die to transform before their very eyes. Much like how Garble’s roll granted him a chastity cage, Fizzle’s piece of plastic was turned into a small baggie of powder. Dingleberry was still reeling on the ground with his cage, but his eyes widened in horror when he saw the item floating into Fizzle’s claw. “Oh, shit! He has pocket sand!”
“Not exactly~” Fizzle opened up the couch from its drawstring, and leaned in to blow the glittery purple powder right in both stallions’ faces. Garble was just about to go around the boulder, but paused when he saw what his buddy did. Both he and Clump grinned wide when they saw the purple dust that Aldermane and Dingleberry were coughing up, and chuckled at knowing what was going to happen next. “Alright then,” purred Fizzle, who shamelessly started rubbing his crotch to stir his scaley sheath. “I think that hypnosis powder will be put to proper use~”
“HYPNOSIS POWDER?!?” shouted the three creatures behind the boulder, just before Garble hopped over the barrier to face them directly. The red dragon grinned wide upon seeing the three new foes, including the familiar dragon donned up like a wizard.
“Well, well, well…” Garble pulled out another die from his pocket, which glowed in his claw while eyeing Spike intently. “I guess I get to see how well you can really fight, you little midget~”
“Ennope!” Sir McBiggun stood right in front of his friend with his sword drawn, glaring murderously at the opposing dragon. Garble merely huffed with his smirk unchanged, and shrugged indifferently. As the die above McBigguns’ head spun around faster, he said back to the gryphon, “Blackclaw, make sure that fat dragon don’t gang up on us!”
“HEY!” yelled Clump from the other side. “I heard that, asshole!”
“On it!” Blackclaw scurried off with his potions, leaving McBiggun and Garbunkle alone with the head dragon. The Thief found himself standing before Clump, who was just at the other side of the boulder with a lewd grin of his own. The chubby dragon flicked up his die like a coin, which made it glow brightly while spinning in the air. Fortunately, Blackclaw’s die was also spinning above his head for their altercation. “Oh crap!”
“Heh~ Better think of something quick, birdy boy…” Much like Fizzle, it seemed that Clump was looking equally as prospective below the waist. Even though his fat, scaley gut hid a good portion of his endowment, Blackclaw still blushed with his eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of the pointed head peeking out ever so slightly. His claws fumbled a little as he tried to grab a potion from his chest-strap, clearly distracted by the fat horny dragon before him. Fortunately, it seemed that the dice over his and McBigguns’ heads displayed their results at the same time.
“Ooh, interesting~” Discord’s voice boomed out from above as the players made their first moves. “Sir McBiggun tries for a sword attack, but only rolled an eight for overall strength…”
Try as he might, McBiggun’s impressive swing at Garble could only do so much while carrying a cardboard sword. As soon as the unicorn made that first swing, Garble only needed a hard punch from his other claw to puncture through the weapon like a bad prop. He made a sizable hole inside of McBiggun’s sword, before pulling back with a delighted smirk.
“Ooh!” added Discord from the other side of the boulder. “Garrus Blackclaw’s potion defense worked much better this time around! He rolled a fifteen with a surprise smokescreen!~”
Garrus chucked that potion straight at Clump’s heavy gut, shattering against his scales and exploding out a thick plume of dark blue smoke. Clump stumbled back a couple steps while coughing, which made his plastic die drop down to the ground. Garrus grinned wide with confidence, but his pupils shrunk in dread the instant he saw what number the dragon’s die landed on. As soon as he saw the number seventeen appear in a glowing font above the fallen item, it was followed by a heavy gust of green flames that expelled from the dragon’s muzzle.
“GAHHH!!” Blackclaw fell onto his back to avoid the flames, which almost completely eviscerated the smoke from his potion bottle. The gryphon tried to pull himself up, but his hind-paws skidded against the bottom hem of his cloak and affected his footing. Fortunately for the Thief, Clump still had to cough a couple times to get the potion’s nasty smoke out of his system. Of course, since he was currently on the same side of the boulder as his incapacitated friends, Garrus’ eyes widened as he was distracted by what became of them. “W-Whoa…”
By that point, it seemed that Fizzle’s hypnosis powder was taking full effect on both of the newbie players. Dingleberry’s jaw was slacked partially open, while a faint pink glow exuded from his glossed-over eyes. The facial-grate of Lord Aldermane’s helmet was fully lifted up, revealing that the orange stallion looked equally as hypnotized as the Bard. His eyes were half-lidded and glowing with that same pinkish hue, and his muzzle was curved into a blank-minded smile before the grinning dragon. Meanwhile, Fizzle was standing over the two with another die in his claw, and his draconic member standing fully erect.
“Due to the afflictions that struck Dingleberry and Lord Aldermane,” noted Discord’s voice above the group, “their hypnotized states mean they can’t make any further moves for at least three turns.”
“Oh, come on!” griped Garbunkle in annoyance. “That isn’t fair!”
“Well, how about this~” Garble flipped up his die to make it spin, and he quickly grabbed it once more to garner a quick result. He held out the piece of plastic with a hungry grin, confident that he got a high number without even looking. Much to Garbunkle and McBiggun’s horror, the dragon’s die glowed with the number nineteen in response. His fanged smile became much more wicked, just as his piece of plastic morphed into another powdered pouch like Fizzle’s. “Oh, will you look at that? It seems like you’re gonna be like your buddies over there~”
Before the Wizard or Knight could give any counterattacks, Garble blew a more concentrated pink powder into their faces to leave them coughing. Blackclaw could hear them sputtering from the other side of the boulder, but his wide-eyed stare was directed towards the first two hypnotized players. “Uhhh… guys?! You might need to do something before it’s too…”
Before the Thief could say anything more, his words trailed off when he saw Dingleberry and Aldermane crawling towards Fizzle’s crotch. Not to mention, the gryphon finally took notice of Clump as the fat dragon loomed over him. Since he was still lying on his back, Blackclaw was able to get a much better view of Clump’s thick, rigid cock pressing against the underside of his overhanging gut. The gryphon’s face blushed more profusely, and the only thing he could mutter was a faint-sounding, “... l-late…”
“Hmph~” Clump looked rather confident once more, and he gave a spin of his magical dice to conjure up a number of his own. Unlike the other dragons, the only thing he could get was a mediocre ten from his roll. Blackclaw was rightfully distracted by the chubby dragon’s endowment, and barely paid any notice to what the plastic die morphed into with a flash of magic. Instead of a chastity cage or a pouch of magical powder, Clump’s roll granted him with something different: a bright-yellow gemstone that was glowing ominously in his claw. “Ooh, this’ll be interesting,” noted the dragon, whose eyes veered down the Thief’s cloak and saw something that piqued his attention. “Especially since you look a little curious~”
Blackclaw almost didn’t catch what Clump was bringing up at first. However, the moment he looked down at his waist, the gryphon gasped when he realized the bottom part of his cloak had been pulled up during the fall. And since he was able to see Fizzle nearby seating himself back atop his pile of riches, with Dingleberry and Aldermane looming in like a couple of mindless slaves, the gryphon’s body responded much quicker than his brain could. And much like the fat dragon standing above him, Blackclaw’s knotted member was standing fully erect and twitching for attention.
“NNNGHHH!!!” The gryphon wasn’t expecting to have gotten rock-hard, especially while his teammates were all being hypnotized and treated very lewdly by these dragons. He tried to cover himself up with both claws, while Clump just cackled above him in perverted delight.
“Oh, you don’t want that thing to be seen, eh?~” That question got the dragon grinning wide, and he narrowed his eyes on Blackclaw while the gem in his claw glowed even brighter. “Perhaps I can help with making that wish a reality~”
Up above the gaming board, Captain Wuzz was out of his pajamas and enjoying the show as much as the DM. The two differently-sized draconequus’ were sharing a bowl of popcorn, and looking through the top of the mountain diorama to witness the action in the game. Discord himself had his attention set on Garble, who had successfully struck the Knight and Wizard with the same hypnosis-powder attack as Fizzle. And while Garbunkle and McBiggun were stumbling in place, trying their hardest to resist the powder’s debilitating effects, it seemed that Captain Wuzz was taking notice of Fizzle’s indoctrinated players. “Ooh, check it out! It seems that you and Spike really did get some bi-curious players~”
Down in the treacherous cavern, Fizzle was laid back on his pile of gems and bits with a deeply satisfied shiver. His scaly cock was standing fully upright, while Dingleberry and Aldermane’s open muzzles leaned in with unified moans. Neither of them could resist Fizzle’s alluring charm, as their half-lidded gazes were pinned solely on that thick draconic member. Their nostrils were flaring out to take deep, hungry breaths of Fizzle’s hot cockmusk. And even with Garrus Blackclaw gawking at the two in a mixture of fear and envy, the gryphon couldn’t do anything to stop the two from bringing their tongues into action.
“Nnnnnghhhhh…” Fizzle reeled his head back with a light hiss, and shuddered from the sensation of two stallions’ tongues dragging up the sides of his ribbed cock. Dingleberry and Aldermane took their time as they shared the dragon’s tasty member, even as drool began to trickle from their open maws. Dingleberry reached down with a hoof to gently grasp Fizzle’s balls, playing with them well enough to make the dragon’s toes curl up in contentment. The pegasus also leaned in to purse his lips around the side of Fizzle’s shaft, like he was giving it a sensual kiss; meanwhile, Aldermane’s hypnotized state prompted him to take advantage of the Bard’s lack of attention to the pointed head. The Chevalier closed his eyes before opening his mouth wide, and slipping the cockhead between his lips to begin sucking Fizzle off.
“Nnnnghhhh!!~” Fizzle tensed up with a heavy blush, and let out a stifling moan. Since both of the hypnotized stallions were standing to his sides while fellating his cock, Fizzle was able to easily reach a claw to each of their backsides. After giving a quick suckle to two of his talons on each claw, Fizzle reached back to begin loosening them up. He started with the thumbs of both claws, which he carefully inserted into both of the ponies’ tailholes to make them moan out muffledly. Luckily, despite how sharp and girthy the dragon’s digits may have felt, neither Aldermane nor Dingleberry seemed to mind while continuing to taste every inch of that rigid dragon cock.
“Mmmmmm…. Y-Yeah, that’s right, you little sluts~” Fizzle grinned down at the two stallions while shoving his thumbs in deeper, feeling just how tightly their holes were clenching around his scaly digits. His cock was twitching with every hungry smack of the ponies’ drooling lips, as well as the drags of their hungry tongues. “Aaaaahhhhh… H-Hey, Garble!” he shouted out with a slightly gloating tone of voice. “I hope you can get those other guys as riled up as mine~”
“Ohhhhhh, don’t worry about that~” Unlike Fizzle, Garble seemed more keen on making the two players he hypnotized enjoy each other’s company. Even though his cock was standing rock-hard, Garble had a tight grip on the backs of Garbunkle and McBiggun’s heads. The Wizard and Knight’s eyes were glowing just as notably as their friends on the other side of the boulder; but since the unicorn and dragon had their eyes sensually closed, the only evidence that they were under any lustful spell was the fact that they were making out with one another with a copious amount of tongue. McBiggun was holding Garbunkle passionately while their lips were tightly connected, which made Garble chuckle to himself in amusement. “Aww, jeeze… I wish I brought a camera to record this~”
McBiggun’s horn lit up brightly, just before he used his magic to rip off the bottom half of Garbunkle’s wizard-robe. The little dragon didn’t mind in the slightest, and kept making out with that scraggly muzzle while his dick was fully exposed and standing rigid. Garble almost cracked up when he saw the size of Spike’s endowment, which was barely two inches while fully erect. However, as soon as McBiggun pulled off his black armor with another aura of his magic, Garble went wide-eyed in shock. “HOLY FUCK!!!”
McBiggun, much like Big Macintosh himself, was truly a stallion who earned his namesake. The stallion’s plump, marbled-red cock stood at a magnificent thirteen inches in length. His crowned cockhead was flared out with the girth of a pool ball, and was already leaking a good amount of milky white pre that was seeping at the very tip. He was also sporting a heavy-looking pair of black balls that hung lewdly between his legs, drooping down a couple inches to reach the midsection of his muscular thighs. Garble happened to be standing right behind the stallion, and his muzzle was rightfully agape in stunned silence. From the other side of the boulder, Clump overheard his friend’s reaction well enough to ask, “Uhhh… everything alright, dude?”
“Y-Yeah, yeah!” blurted Garble much too quickly, as his cheeks were burning with a heavy blush. Fortunately, despite how intimidated he may have looked, and how thick the stallion’s musk was already getting while that beast was unsheathed, Garble managed to shake his head clear and say, “I-I’m fine, Clump! Just focus on your thing, and I’ll do the same with mine!”
“Hmph~ If you say so, Garble…” Clump was standing pridefully over the gryphon Thief, who was writhing on the floor and struggling to maintain his composure. Along with being riled up from the sounds of sex occurring around him (as well as the distinct scent of dragon musk that was growing more potent as they got unsheathed), Blackclaw was finding it increasingly difficult to avert his eyes from that yellow gem glowing in the dragon’s claw. He was feeling himself growing instinctively drawn to its presence, like a moth flying before a flickering flame. The longer he stared at that strangely enticing gem, the less that he was paying much attention to his still-erect cock. And with that, he also didn’t seem to mind Clump looming in closer towards him. “So, what’da say, Mister Gryphon? Would you like me to tip the scales between us?~”
It may have been an oddly-specific statement to make, but Blackclaw barely gave more than a faint nod in response. His pupils were beginning to expand out, like staring at the yellow gem was catching his utmost attention. Clump groaned a little as he hunched himself down in a kneeling stance, but he was able to maintain the more dominant posture while perched on his chubby knees. By the time he was able to get his thick draconic cock nestled up against the gryphon’s, causing Blackclaw to gasp faintly with a shudder, Clump was grinning wide when he admired their similar lengths. “Damn, that’s a nice cock you have, kiddo…”
Garrus may have been fairly young, but his endowment was surprisingly impressive compared to other gryphons. His fat, knotted member stood at around nine inches in length, with the head looking similarly pointed like the dragon frotting him. Clump’s cock was actually an inch shorter than the Thief’s, but the overall girth was about as thick as Blackclaw’s meaty knot. But as the gryphon’s eyes remained pinned to that gem in Clump’s claw, the item glowed even brighter to match the dragon’s growing grin. “... it’s almost a shame that I’m gonna have to do something about it~”
Slowly, the glowing sensation in Clump’s claw traveled down the length of his pudgy arm, and then down the multiple curves of his flabby torso. Blackclaw’s eyes stayed on that yellowish glow as it went down the dragon’s body, and towards his crotch like the shine of a flashlight. The gryphon’s ears continued to twitch as he heard his teammates’ mouths either slathering over Fizzle’s cock, or with each other while Garble was watching like a voyeuristic perv. By the time that eerie glow finally reached the length of Clump’s fat cock, Garrus finally moaned out when he felt the tingly sensation against the underside of his own member.
“AAAAHHHH!!~” The gryphon’s hips jolted upward as that yellowish glow soon enveloped both of their cocks, causing both of them to feel the strange tingles between them. Clump reached out to keep a tight grip on Blackclaw’s hips, and was still grinning wide while narrowing his eyes.
“Just stay still, kiddo… Soon enough, you’ll be at a much more suitable size~”
Before Blackclaw could realize what the dragon meant (or even pull himself from the lust-induced stupor that gem’s glow had trapped him in), the effects of Clump’s spell had begun to take effect. The dragon’s fat cock was twitching hard while nestled up against Blackclaw’s shaft, while the gryphon’s member throbbed intensely and left the Thief moaning. Blackclaw reeled his head back with his eyes clenched shut, unable to keep his arousal in check as the tingling grew stronger. Because of his overwhelmed state, the gryphon wasn’t able to see when Clump’s draconic cock throbbed hard against his own, with the overall length expanding up by half an inch; meanwhile, Blackclaw’s knotted cock gave a strong twitch of its own, but it almost looked like it sunk down ever-so-slightly.
“Yeeeaaaahhhhh, there we go…” Clump stared down with malicious intent as he grinned with an evil cackle, and watched as their sizes began to fluctuate. Both of their cocks were pulsating hard while nestled against one another, which caused Garrus to moan out and struggle to keep himself from cumming. However, with every intense throb that both of their members made in unison, the size difference eventually leveled out with their lengths reaching the same overall size. However, it didn’t take long before the thick, pointed cockhead of Clump’s continued to rise up higher, while Blackclaw’s shaft shrunk down lower against it. “Just relax, little birdie,” he cooed in a teasingly coy tone of voice. “Just let the big dragon take over…”
Blackclaw could barely process what was happening, and could only moan out like a little bitch as more of his length was stolen by the dragon above him. It was ironic how a Thief could have something so important taken from him; but as Clump’s magic grew stronger by the second, so did the speed it took for his cock to grow bigger and longer above the writhing gryphon. Clump’s eight-inch member soon grew out to ten, while Blackclaw’s shrunk down to a measly seven. By the time Clump found himself sporting a foot-long piece of dragon cock fit for a king, the moaning gryphon hadn’t realized his own was now less than half the dragon’s size. Along with their lengths varying in size, the dragon’s cock was growing much thicker and meatier in comparison. Meanwhile, Garrus’ cock was becoming increasingly thinner, with his balls also shrinking down in size as well. But even as the inches disappeared, and his member grew punier with each passing second, Blackclaw was still moaning out with pathetic strings of precum spitting out to barely be noticed against his waist. By the time the glowing finally started to dissipate between their cocks, and the size-transfer had been completed in full, Clump pulled himself back while his massive cock hung heavily against his crotch. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh… Now that’s what I call a fair trade~”
The greedy dragon slumped back on his fat ass, and grinned in utter glee as he marveled at his monstrous sixteen-inch cock. The draconic beast looked like an oversized rolling pin, with a plump pair of balls that were larger than a couple of softballs between his chunky thighs. Fizzle may have been fairly lost in pleasure atop his pile, but the moment he caught a glimpse of Clump’s insanely huge cock, his jaw dropped like a stone. “WHAT THE!?!”
“Heh~ Yeah, you jealous?” Clump shot his friend a shit-eatging grin while holding the base of his baseball bat-sized cock with both claws. He then motioned his head down towards the gryphon, who was still lying on the ground and moaning weakly. “You think it looks big by itself? See how it is compared to his~”
Fizzle went wide-eyed before gasping even louder. From where he was lying, he couldn’t even see where Blackclaw’s penis had gone. Sure, there was a measly, pathetic-looking nub that barely stood an inch atop the gryphon’s waist, but it was hard to believe anything close to a cock could be standing there. The little pink slither almost looked like a skin graft, while a couple of jelly-bean sized balls rested just underneath without notice. If the gryphon wasn’t so lost in lust-addled exhaustion following his exposure to Clump’s gem, he likely would’ve had a heart-attack upon seeing what had become of his dick. But much like all the other players, it seemed that he had succumbed to the same kind of hypnotic afflictions as his comrades.
“Hey, Garble!” shouted Fizzle as best as he could. “Y-You need to check this ou--Ooooohhhh… O-Oh fuck that’s nice…” The dragon quickly closed his eyes, and settled back on his pile of riches as he moaned out deeply. Aldermane and Dingleberry had gotten their muzzles in even closer, to the point where they were able to start making out around the girth of Fizzle’s cock. As the thick draconic member stood twitching between their slutty mouths, the trickles of drool seeping from their lips and down his shaft were soon met with heavy globs of Fizzle’s precum. Milky-white rivulets could be seen traveling down the exposed length of Fizzle’s shaft, before making contact with the ponies’ mouths to make their kissing even lewder than before. Eventually, their tongues could be seen slathering all over the dragon’s glossy shaft, making their mouths even sloppier-looking with Fizzle’s pre coating the inside of their muzzles.
“Aaaawwwww, fuck~” Fizzle almost came prematurely from that sight alone, making him eternally grateful he agreed to participate in this stupid game in the first place. Even though it was hard for him to keep focus (especially while the Bard and Chevalier were sharing his cock like a couple of well-trained sluts), he tried to call out to his buddy once more. “H-Hey, Garble! Mnnnghhh… I… I-I hope you’re having fun on your end~”
“Ohhhhhh yeah…” Garble was too preoccupied with his own lewd happenings to pay much attention to what his buddies were doing. With the aid of that hypnosis powder, Garble managed to rearrange Garbunkle and McBiggun like a couple of living dolls he could use to his perverted intent. The Knight was now fully bare from his armor, and was seated with his hind-legs fully spread apart to show off his thick, meaty cock. Meanwhile, Garble was able to lift up Garbunkle with ease, and maneuver the moaning Wizard directly on top of the stallion’s plump cockhead.
“P’too! P’too!” Garble made sure to spit on McBiggun’s cock a couple times, even though the stallion was seeping enough creamy precum from the tip to adequately lube the head. But considering how massive that appendage looked, especially compared to the petite little dragon hovering over it, Garble didn’t want to risk too much strain on that tight little tailhole. Fortunately, since Garbunkle was still in deep hypnosis with his eyes glowing a bright shade of pink, the only response he gave to his predicament was a lustful moan. The dragon’s little cock was still standing rigidly, even while Garble got him in position over that massive stallionhood.
“Yeah, there we go…” Garble may have considered himself to be straight, but he couldn’t deny how hot it was to see the little dragon’s fat ass pressing down against McBiggun’s cockhead. Despite how small his opening may have been, Garbunkle still moaned out like a little slut as he felt that hot, throbbing cockmeat prodding his tailhole. McBiggun groaned out with a heavy shudder of his own, and clenched his eyes shut upon feeling his friend’s tight hole against his cock. Fortunately for both of their sakes, it seemed that the thick coating of precum and Garble’s spit was just enough to help open up Garbunkle’s hole safely.
“AAAHHHHH!!!~” The petite little Wizard moaned out even deeper, with a couple thin strings of precum shooting out of his untouched cock. His scaley hole managed to stretch open wider with every hard push of Garble’s claws, which bore down on Garbunkle’s shoulders for better leverage. Since the two hypnotized players were ordered to stay in place, neither of them tried to squirm too badly while the dragon received a proper filling. Garble groaned from the strain as he continued to push, his cock throbbing hard from every hungry moan that belted out of the Wizard’s open mouth. Eventually though, the dragon was able to hear a wet pop as McBiggun’s fat cockhead finally slipped through, and Garbunkle shrieked intensely from such a massive girth stretching him to his limits. “GNAAAAHHHH--Mmmfffffff~”
As soon as Garbunkle was pushed down low enough for his face to be at level with Garble’s crotch, the older dragon took full advantage of that open mouth. He shoved his knotted member right into Garbunkle’s drooling maw, shivering a little from that bushy beard tickling his shaft. The Wizard closed his eyes contentedly, and moaned around the girth of Garble’s shaft as he began to suck without complaint. Even with how intensely his tailhole was being stretched open by McBiggun’s rigid shaft, it didn’t impede on his cock-sucking as Garble kept him tightly in place. The Knight couldn’t stop moaning while that tight hole wrapped over more of his endowment, like the slutty dragon was serving as his personal scaly condom.
“Nnnnghhh… Yeah, that’s a good little bitch~” Garble shivered with an antsy grin while thrusting into Garbunkle’s mouth, moving his claws to the top of the Wizard’s head to hold him in place. While the outline of McBiggun’s cock stood out prominently as a thick bulge in Garbunkle’s stomach, Garble made sure the dragon stayed right in place while using his face like a fleshlight. “Aww, fuck… I should’ve used this mouth ages ago if I knew you were this eager for it~”
Garble couldn’t stop thrusting into the dragon’s mouth, with his balls repeatedly smacking against Garbunkle’s chin. However, due to the thick beard he had for his costume, most of the meaty smacks between their scales were muffled. Because of that, Garbunkle and McBiggun were able to hear the lustful moans that their fellow players made on the other side of the boulder. While the two may have been focused on servicing the dragon who hypnotized them, both of their cocks were throbbing in approval of what their friends may have been up to.
“Aaaahhhhh!!~” Blackclaw, who was still lying on his back after having his cock shrunken, was looking utterly helpless as he allowed Clump to grind that gargantuan cock against his measly little nub. Clump was groaning with a prideful grin as he took full advantage of the gryphon’s prone state, frotting the underside of his sixteen inch endowment against that near-empty crotch with all his might. Every hard throb of his cock caused huge spurts of precum to spit out from the pointed tip, splattering all over Blackclaw’s cloak and coating him in the dragon’s musk. The Thief’s teeny pecker was leaking pre as well, but it would’ve been impossible to tell while the dragon’s scaly shaft was already glistening.
“Nnnnffffff… You like feeling that big dragon cock against that little clit of yours?~” Clump didn’t hesitate to lay the teasing on hard while grinding his monstrous member all over the writhing Thief. “Yeeaaaaahhhhh… I gotta say, you look better with that tiny nub anyway~”
Garrus Blackclaw was too overwhelmed to even process his shrunken cock, and could only moan while sucking in deep breaths of Clump’s wafting cockmusk. As more of the dragon’s precum slathered over his cloak, the gryphon was feeling increasingly helpless as he was marked by Clump’s heady scent. Even if he made it out of the game and back to the real world unscathed, Gallus was sure that the dragon’s musk was going to be imprinted in his brain as a reminder of how horny it could get him. And to make matters worse, even his teeny weenie was leaving him feeling more riled-up than he’d care to admit. “Mnnnghhhhh~”
“Damn, I hope you get to keep that thing~” said Fizzle, whose eyes were darting between his friend’s endowment and his own. While he may have been rightfully jealous of Clump’s monster-cock, he couldn’t say he was regretting his own roll of the dice either. Aldermane and Dingleberry were taking their sweet time as they shared the dragon’s throbbing cock, taking turns to suckle on the head and slurp up more of his syrupy pre. Their moans grew deeper and more intense as Fizzle worked both their tailholes with his claws; by the time the two worked with better unity around his twitching shaft, Fizzle was able to slip an extra digit into each of their holes to really make them squirm.
“Awwwwww, fuck…” Fizzle was panting heavily as he reeled his head back, and tried his hardest not to shoot his load too soon. His claws sunk even deeper into both of the stallions’ holes, and he wriggled his digits as best as he could to make them slobber more on his cock. Dingleberry moaned out deeply before he sunk that plump cockhead into his muzzle, and tried his best to deepthroat the dragon in response. Meanwhile, Aldermane took the initiative to slide his mouth down to Fizzle’s low-hanging balls; the Chevalier managed to open his muzzle wide, and slip both of those heavy balls into his mouth to make his cheeks puff out.
“OooooOOOOOoohhhhh!!~” Fizzle shuddered hard with that shaky moan, and his toes curled up tightly from the stallions double-teaming his cock so well. Dingleberry and Aldermane could tell that the dragon was getting close, which prompted them to work even harder to service him as best as they could. Dingleberry’s chastity cage was already leaking profusely as he tried to get hard within his plastic confines, but even as the strain grew more intense with each push of Fizzle’s digits, his muzzle continued to slide as far as it could down the dragon’s twitching shaft. Aldermane’s lips were drooling as they pursed around the base of the dragon’s ballsack, eager to help get him off as he felt those plump orbs pulsating harder within his bulging cheeks. In response, Fizzle slipped his digits as deeply as he could in their holes while moaning out, “Aaaahhhh!!~ I’m… I-I’m getting close…”
“Nnnnfffff… S-So am I…” Clump may have just been grinding his massive cock all over the writhing gryphon below him, but even Fizzle could see the thick veins across the dragon’s shaft pulsating more notably. Clump’s eyes rolled back with his muzzle twitching erratically, as if the bloodflow rushing through his penis was leaving him light-headed from the lack of oxygen to his brain. Blackclaw was feeling lightheaded as well, but that was more due to the magical gem he was still under the influence of than anything else. Not to mention, every intense grinding of that heavy cock that kept him pinned to the floor, also caused his tiny nub to throb uncontrollably and leave the gryphon teetering at the brink of climax.
“AaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Garrus Blackclaw’s eyes clenched tightly shut, and his body tensed up greatly with a hard shudder. His shrieking cry was accompanied with his hips reeling up from the ground, and his little dicklet grinding hard against the underside of Clump’s over-endowment. A couple of loud, strained-sounding squawks erupted from his beak, before a couple measly droplets of cum spat out from his nub. Unfortunately, due to how badly his cock had been shrunken by Clump’s enchantment, his intense orgasm was barely enough to get his “cumshots” past his waist. The two drops he managed to spit out were lingering pathetically beneath his belly button, and were quickly wiped-up when Clump’s gargantuan cock grinded against his body.
“NNNNGHHHH!!!” Clump’s fangs were gritted shut, but it did very little to muffle his lustful groan as he erupted all over the gryphon. His giant cock could be seen pulsating like a nuclear reactor about to burst, and his massive balls swole out to the size of cantaloupes by the time he finally came. Clump let out a deep, primal roar as he shuddered badly enough to make his flabby body ripple, and his cock spasmed like mad against the grip of his claws. Thick, heavy ropes of his milky-white load shot all over Blackclaw’s body, drenching him in nearly a gallon of splooge with every rope that came out with such ferocity. The overwhelming scent of his musk was inescapable, causing Blackclaw to moan out like a hen in heat; however, since the gryphon’s beak was wide-open, there was no way for him to ignore the massive spurts of cum that splattered all over his face, and nearly filled his mouth to the brim in a single cumshot.
“Aaaaahhhhhhh…” Unlike Blackclaw, whose orgasm lasted less than five seconds due to his measly equipment, Clump managed to cum for well over a minute straight without stopping. By the time he was halfway through his climax, which left Blackclaw absolutely glazed in cum like a freshly-frosted fritter, Clump’s eyes were rolling back dangerously far. His chubby legs were buckling beneath his weight, and his head fidgeted back like he was about to have a stroke. Due to the overwhelming lack of bloodflow to his brain, the dragon eventually fell to the floor and passed out; unfortunately, his massive cock was still twitching as it stood rigidly above his unconscious body, with several more heavy ropes of cum landing all over him.
“Nnnnnghhhh…” Fizzle hated to admit it, but seeing the aftermath of Clump’s magical mishap didn’t make him any less jealous. However, it was hard for the dragon to really appreciate Clump’s monster-sized cock when he felt his own throbbing harder inside of Dingleberry’s mouth. The pegasus was pushing his muzzle as deep as he could down that thick shaft, causing the bulge of Fizzle’s cockhead to protrude from his throat. And just underneath the Bard and his tedious cock-sucking, Aldermane was slathering the dragon’s balls while pushing his backside against those claws. Fizzle’s digits were fingering both stallions to the brink of climax (or at least, Aldermane’s climax), which caused their hips to spasm wildly in anticipation of Fizzle’s load. The dragon was growing just as heated as the Bard and Chevalier he made his personal bitches, and his legs tensed up tremendously from the titillating strain that left his toes curling inward.
“AAAAHHHH!!” Fizzle couldn’t take much more, and shoved his digits as deeply as he could inside of the stallions’ holes. Aldermane and Dingleberry moaned out as best as they could with so much of the dragon stuffed in their mouths. The Chevalier’s cock was smacking the underside of his barrel, splattering the inside of his armor with precum while remaining untouched; meanwhile, Dingleberry’s stallionhood could only strain within the confines of that tiny chastity cage, while precum continuously trickled down the inside of his thighs like a schoolfilly leaking herself. Both of them could feel the pulsations in Fizzle’s cock and balls growing stronger, which made them clench their eyes shut in anticipation. In response, Fizzle tried his hardest not to thrust right in their faces as he finally reached the precipice. “NnnnnNNNNNNGHHHH!!!~”
Dingleberry may have not been the most reliable stallion, both in the game and in real life, but Fizzle’s hypnosis ensured that he would swallow every heavy rope of cum that shot right down his hungry gullet. His throat was already lodged with Fizzle’s cockhead, but the heavy loads that erupted could be seen trickling down Dingleberry’s neck in faint, rhythmic waves. The stallion groaned with his eyes rolling to the back of his head, absolutely loving the musky flavor of Fizzle’s member inside of his cocksleeve of a mouth. Aldermane looked equally as content while suckling on the dragon’s balls, and shivered in elation from every churning throb he was fortunate to feel between his drooling lips. “Hrrrmmmmm!!~”
Due to how much Fizzle was moaning, he wasn’t able to hear the sharp, metallic taps from Aldermane’s cum shooting inside of his armor. The Chevalier was thrusting in the air while servicing the dragon, his mouth quivering around the girth of Fizzle’s balls. Soon enough, thick globs of his cum could be seen seeping through the cracks of his armor, while the inside was undoubtedly messy with his uncontrollable load. Aldermane eventually pulled his muzzle free from Fizzle’s ballsack, causing a wet pop to be heard before he collapsed on the floor. Dingleberry followed soon after, resting on top of the Chevalier’s back as they panted with their mouths wide-open, and their tongues coated in cum and dragon sweat.
“Mmmmmmm…” Fizzle didn’t care one but that his bitches were out of commission, and laid back on his treasures with a satisfied grin. Since Clump was still passed out, and Blackclaw was too tired to do much but moan weakly in the dragon’s cum, Fizzle tried calling out to his friend. “Hey, Garble! You finished with those other guys yet?~”
“Mmmmffffff… J-Just about…” While his two buddies were busy with the remaining players, Garble was making proper use of Garbunkle’s slutty mouth. Sir McBiggun was still laying back with his cock standing rigidly, and the Wizard perched on top of it like a moaning sex-toy. The half-dressed dragon was moving his hips as best as he could, even though most of his body was already stuffed with enough horsecock to make the most experienced escorts jealous. His hole couldn’t help clenching hard around McBiggun’s shaft, while the thick bulge of that crowning head pulsated more prominently beneath the dragon’s scaley torso. And due to how vigorously Garble was thrusting into his mouth, Garbunkle’s beard had become matted in a heavy sheen of his own drool, as well as the dragon’s precum that was seeping from the corners of his lips.
“Nnnnghhh… R-Remind me to ask you for a BJ when we’re out of this stupid game…” Garble knew how questionable it may have been to ask Spike for that kind of offer, especially while the dragon was hypnotized and taking two cocks at once. But considering how well those soft, supple lips were caressing his shaft with every motion of Garble’s hips, he’d be crazy not to try and get more of this kind of action from him. Garbunkle’s eyes still had a faint glow of pink in them, but Garble still looked down at him with an antsy grin and asked, “You want that, little guy? I can even ask my friends if they wanna fuck the Royal Advisor too~”
Garbunkle’s mind was thoroughly clouded in lust, but the dragon didn’t hesitate to try his hardest to nod at Garble’s offer. Even though he was still in “game-mode”, Spike would’ve been lying to himself if he tried to completely dismiss such a lewd idea. He doubted he could do anything too raunchy outside of this game, especially while so busy with all of his Royal duties as Princess Twilight’s diligent Advisor. However, as he felt both of those huge, rigid cocks throbbing inside of him to leave his nerves tingling on end, even his hypnotized mindset wasn’t enough to ignore the prospects Garble was suggesting. Not to mention, since he was one of the most powerful dragons in Equestrian nobility, it wasn’t like he couldn’t get himself a little action if he chose to--
“MMNNGHHH!!~” “Aaaaaahhhhh!!~”
Garble and McBiggun moaned out at the same time, interrupting the Wizard’s thoughts and bringing him back to his “quest.” Garbunkle shivered with anticipation as he felt Garble’s cock pulsating harder inside of his throat, and McBiggun’s stallionhood slipping deeper through his hole. The dragon’s body tensed up as the pressure inside of him grew more immense, as the stallion’s flaring head swelled up to keep him tightly in place. McBiggun couldn’t stop groaning through his teeth as he tried to edge himself, despite how badly that dragon hole was clenching around his girth. Meanwhile, Garbunkle’s ears twitched beneath his hat as he heard Garble continuing to jeer him on.
“C’mon, you little slut… You know you wanna suck my cock outside of this game, don’cha? Nnnfffff… Heck, I bet you wanna suck all our cocks in that big, fancy castle you have. And if you invite me and my buddies sometime, we could--Oooh, that’s nice… I-I bet we could give you a lot of cocks to suck on after work hours~”
Garbunkle managed to moan out around the girth of Garble’s cock, while his own petite member twitched like mad and spurted little strings of precum. Hypnosis or not, Spike was growing more enticed by Garble’s words the more his lips slathered around that throbbing shaft. McBiggun’s cock had swelled out to its largest size, leaving the stallion to writhe on the ground and anticipate the slutty dragon’s hole milking his length. Meanwhile, Garble narrowed his eyes intensely as he stared into Garbunkle’s hypnotized and half-lidded gaze.
“As soon as we get out of this game,” said Garble in a sensually commanding voice that sank deep into the dragon’s conscience, “You’re gonna like the idea of being a cockslut. Got it?~”
Garbunkle couldn’t really say anything while Garble was pounding into his drooling maw like a fleshlight. But alas, the dragon was still able to nod his head somewhat coherently, understanding that order enough to let it sink in. After all, being a slut wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? He was a grown adult, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t explore that sort of lifestyle if he was curious. And with the way Garble’s strong, heady-tasting musk was building up in his mouth, the dragon couldn’t deny how badly he wanted to taste that cumshot directly.
“Nnnghhhh!!” Garble thrusted more relentlessly into Garbunkle’s mouth, and the Wizard was squirming as much as he could atop McBiggun’s cock to set him off as well. Both thick shafts were pulsating more with surprising unison, leaving the little dragon’s heart to race giddily in lust. Even if he wasn’t being hypnotized to do this, his little cock throbbing like mad was a good enough indicator that he wanted this to happen. He wanted to be absolutely flooded with cum from both ends, and left gaping like the proper slut he knew he could be. And even with his breaths growing increasingly limited and ripe with musk, Garbunkle could have been more ready when he heard Garble groan out, “Aaaahhhh!! Y-You ready, Spike?! YOU READY?! MMMMNNNNGHHHHHH!!!~”
With one final pounding thrust, which shoved Garble’s cockhead deep down the little dragon’s throat, Garbunkle’s mind became blissfully clouded from the onslaught of gushing warmth that enveloped his throat. Garble went balls-deep inside the bearded dragon’s mouth, with his heavy load almost-instantly flooding Garbunkle’s stomach with multiple ropes of his hot, gooey cum. The titillating sensation threw Garbunkle over the edge, and his pudgy hips spasmed as a couple thick strings of cum spat out and drizzled over the floor. Garbunkle moaned out as deeply as he could around Garble’s shaft, his eyes rolled back with a look of absolute bliss on his blushing face. Garble shuddered with a deep, lumbering groan while clinging to the Wizard’s head, and feeling those supple lips suckling his length for those last few, tantalizing throbs. “AaaaaAAAAaaahhh… E-Easy, dude… You don’t wann--”
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Sir McBiggun finally reached his own orgasm, mostly due to how much Garbunkle’s hole clenched around his cock during the dragons’ shared climax. Garbunkle went wide-eyed as he felt that sudden, monumentally intense pressure building up inside of his body. His pudgy, scaly gut swole out like a water balloon as the stallion’s cock pushed past his limits, bloating every inch with the hefty onslaught of cum he had been building up. It may have not been as intense or overbearing as the cumshot Blackclaw received from Clump; but considering how small Garbunkle was in comparison to his friend, the Knight’s meaty cock stretched the dragon’s body to make him swell from both ends with more of that well-earned seed.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh…” McBiggun shivered like a quivering leaf as he endured every throb of his cock with Garbunkle tightly wrapped around his shaft. The sensation was leaving every hair of his fur standing on end, and he eventually fell onto his back in a state of exhaustion and sweet relief. His eyes were still glowing from the hypnosis powder he and Garbunkle took, but he was also wearing a tired smile on his face as he sighed to himself contentedly. Much like Garble, who was keeping a tight grip on Garbunkle with the Wizard’s head against his crotch, McBiggun didn’t seem to mind still being connected to the dragon holding all three of them in place.
High above the caverns, Discord’s voice could be heard by accident as he groaned to himself in pleasure as well. “Nnnnnnnfffffff!!!~ Holy moley that was wild...”
Back in the real world, Discord was leaning back in Twilight’s chair and breathing heavily. He conjured up a box of tissues with a quick flick of his wrist, and let out a deep sigh as he took a moment for himself. His bright-blue, uniquely-shaped cock was standing rigid atop his crotch, and entirely coated in a thick sheen of his spent load. The draconequus was blushing hard while looking down at himself, seemingly surprised that the session got to him so badly as well. Nevertheless, despite how unprofessional it may have been to jerk off in Royal quarters, he was fortunate to not have any pesky Guards watching as he began to clean himself up.
“Hmph…” The living sketch of Captain Wuzz, who was now seated in a little chair with a strong scowl, couldn’t even look up at the draconequus drying his lap with tissues. The Archer looked rather miffed with his arms crossed over his chest, and his glare pointed up at Mount Phallus itself. “I can’t believe you rolled a one on my character, you dick.”
“Hey, there’s no need for language, Mister!” Discord was fairly winded from his personal playtime, but he still glared down at the character warningly. “Besides, why are you so upset?! It’s pretty obvious they lost this game.”
Captain Wuzz looked back up at Discord with a very pissed-off sneer. “Well, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy some camaraderie every now and then!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” assured Discord, who conjured out a floating trashcan to dispose of his cum-tissues. After a snap of his paw to make the bucket disappear, he said down to the drawing, “I promise you, I won’t leave you out of the fun next time we play.”
“Oh, yeah?” asked Captain Wuzz with a skeptical look on his face. “And when might that be? Because this sequel took far too long to write out compared to the first!”
“It’s alright, Captain Wuzz…” With his brief pause, Discord looked back at you one last time and said, “I have a good feeling we’ll be back in the world of Ogres and Oubliettes soon enough~”
The End
Author's Note
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