Ogres and Orgasms

It was a dark and stormy night. But the inside of the Apple Family Barn was dry, cosy, and lit for atmosphere. Big McIntosh was nervously flipping through books, and laying out game pieces, while glancing up at his marefriend, Fluttershy.

Not everypony really understood an interest quite as deviant as Ogres and Oubliettes, but Fluttershy wanted to learn about his interest first hoof. And that meant she wanted to play. And since the storm provided the perfect ambience -- she was the one who brought up the idea to play the game.

No pressure, Big Mac. No pressure.

“Is everything okay, Big Mac?” Fluttershy asked gently.

“E-eeyup!” he responded half heartedly.

His mind was racing. How could he possibly make this interesting for her? She’s going to end up thinking he’s just some big closet nerd or a weirdo. Hell, Applejack barely put up with his eccentricities as it was. What if word got around town? What if Fluttershy dumped him?

“You know that I don’t mind that you like this game, right?” Fluttershy said. “Everypony has hobbies that not everypony else understands. Some ponies don’t even understand my love for animals! I’m excited to see this game that you and the boys like.”

Big Mac smiled and relaxed a bit. He sat down next to Fluttershy.

“Well, I think I’m ready. You said you wanted to play a magic user, right?”

“Oh yes!” Fluttershy said excitedly. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a unicorn.”

“Well cool! I already have a premade Cleric character you should like. We just need to think of a name for them.”

Fluttershy hummed, touching a hoof to her chin as she thought of a name.

“How about Priestella the Timid?” she asked innocently.

Big Mcintosh smiled and repressed a giggle at the cuteness. He didn’t want her to think it was a bad name. Afterall, this was supposed to be an experience tailored just for her.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Now then. My character’s name is Sir McBiggun. He’s a knight that travels about the land, helping poor ponies with nopony to protect them.”

“Oh wow!” Fluttershy said. “That’s so cool!”

“Now we have to think about how our characters will meet.”

Fluttershy’s eyes glazed over a little as she searched for an idea. It seemed stories and creativity weren’t exactly Fluttershy’s strong suit.

“H-how about,” Big Mac gently said, trying to throw her a lifeline. “They meet at a pub?”

“Ooh! I like that.”

“Alright then. Here we go,” Big Mac said, clearing his throat.

§ — § — §

Sir McBiggun walked into the pub, his armor dusted and worn from the road. He scanned the clientele inside for any familiar faces. But to his surprise, he found a mare that he’d never seen before in his life. With yellow fur, a bright pink mane, and white robes, she was too beautiful for the normal crowd. He needed to meet her.

§ — § — §

“Is that me?” Fluttershy asked.

“Eeyup!” Big Mac replied.

“Oooh.”

§ — § — §

Sir McBiggun approached the bar where the mare was with his nerves running high. He wondered to himself if he knew this pony from somewhere and simply didn’t recognize them. She was sipping a cider-

§ — § — §

“Oh!” Big Mac interrupted himself. He pulled out two ciders from his game bag and handed one to her.

“Oohh,” Fluttershy said, taking the cider.

§ — § — §

“I haven’t seen you around these parts,” Sir McBiggun said to the unknown cleric. “What’s your name?”

The mare looked at Sir McBiggun, in some surprise.

“Oh is this where I- oh. My name is Priestella the Timid. And I’m in town… uhm. To… help. Animals?” she said quietly.

“Helping animals?” Sir McBiggun replied. “A noble cause. Would you let an old knight buy you a drink?”

“O-oh,” Priestella replied. “Well if you don’t mind the company of a little old mare like me.”

“I couldn’t think of anything better. Barkeep, could we have two ciders. On my tab.”

“They know you here?” Priestella asked. “You must be quite the hero.”

Sir McBiggun blushed and shook his head.

“All I want to do is help ponies that are in need. That’s all.”

Suddenly, there was a cry from across the bar.

“What if I don’t WANT to go upstairs!” cried the voice of a mare.

Sir McBiggun and Priestella glanced behind them to find a stallion grabbing a pegasus mare by the wing. The stallion was tall, and well built.

“You’re gonna do what I WANT you to do,” the stallion growled, slurring over his words. “ I’ve worked hard all day and the least you can do is show me a little love-”

§ — § — §

“I’m gonna punch him,” Fluttershy said.

Big Mac was taken aback by the sudden impulse from Fluttershy to harm the stallion who was going to create their first encounter. He suspected that they’d try to talk it through, not seeing Fluttershy as the type to be quick to a fight.

“R-really?” Big Mac asked.

“Priestella isn’t going to tolerate some stallion treating a nice mare like that. I’m gonna punch him. What do I need to do?”

Big Mac blinked. It was time to change the plan.

“W-well, roll a D20 for initiative.”

Fluttershy fumbled for dice in the dice bag. Big Mac thought to himself what he could do. Maybe she would roll poorly and miss completely, and they could act like it was an accident. Or maybe he could simply not place all of the bad guy’s henchman on the board and make the fight easy.

“This one, Right? It has a little 20 on it,” Fluttershy asked, pulling out a red twenty sided dice.

“Ee-yup.”

She tossed the dice, and it rolled across the blank map.

A natural 20.

“OOH!” She said excitedly, hopping up and down in place. “That’s good, right?”

Big Mac blinked.

“Eeyup! Real good. You get to decide how it goes down.”

Fluttershy cleared her throat.

§ — § — §

“Hey you!” Priestella shouts. “Unhand her right now!”

The stallion turns around gruffly, clearly intoxicated.

“You and what army?” he growls.

Priestella trotted across the bar.

“The Seedis Army,” she proclaimed.

“Seedis?” the stallion asked.

She closed the distance in a few short steps.

“SEE DIS HOOF,” she shouted.

Her punch landed squarely in the stallion’s eye. It only took two hits. The first from her hoof, the second being his face to the floor.

“My heroine!” the mare cried. “Thank you so much!”

“All in a day’s work,” Priestella said.

She returned to the bar, smiling confidently.

“That was impressive,” Sir McBiggun said. “Not often I meet a Cleric that can land a punch.”

“A mare’s gotta look out for herself, you know,” she replied. “I can do a lot more than protect myself too.”

“Oh?” McBiggun asked, taking a deep sip of his cider. “Such as?”

“Well, let’s say I’m not afraid to get physical,” she said in a flirty tone.

Sir McBiggun took his turn to blush. He got the impression he didn’t really know the mare sitting in front of him just now. Initially soft-spoken, she turned out to be much more assertive than he anticipated.

“Is that right?” he asked. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

“Oh trust me,” she said. “You’re on my good side. Play your cards right, fair knight, and I may take you on a ride.”

“Really?” Sir McBiggun flirted back. “I don’t ride soft or slow.”

“Good. I don’t go easy either.”

§ — § — §

Fluttershy was crawling on top of Big Mac. They were breathing heavily, Fluttershy’s hoof was tracing Big Mac’s chest tufs and moving down.

“But we don’t have a condom,” he said.

Fluttershy looked down to Big Mac’s throbbing cock and bit her bottom lip.

“What if I cast a level 3 condom illusion?” she asked.

§ — § — §

“Maybe we should get a room?” Sir McBiggun suggested.

“Please,” the barkeep said, tossing them a key. “Stop drooling on my bar.”

Sir McBiggun reached for the key, but it was Priestella who took the keys first and pulled him by a hoof upstairs.

They entered the room in a flash and were ripping each other’s armor and clothes off hungrily. She moved a hoof down to grasp his massive member. He buried his face into her neck, grazing her fur with his teeth. They both let out little gasps and moans as they pulled each other to the bed.

She pushed him onto the bed, leaving his swollen member at attention. She crawled up toward him. She positioned herself over him, already wet and dripping in anticipation.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Sir McBiggun nodded, shocked at this unexpected side of his partner.

She eased herself down on his impressive member and let out a gasp that echoed through the room.

Sir McBiggun thrusted involuntarily into Priestella. She was so tight, and the sensation was so… raw. So intense. He gasped as she moved herself up and down his stallionhood, squeezing him in all the right ways. He gasped and placed his hooves on the sides of his partner as he thrusted inside her.

This was so fresh and new for the both of them. It’s rare to find someone special on the road, let alone to find intimacy with them. They made no attempt to conceal their moans from those outside. She leaned over Sir McBiggun, locking eyes with him as she grinded herself into his cock.

“Oh Celestia,” Sir McBiggun gasped. “I don’t know how long I can hold on.”

“Do it,” Priestella commanded, “Cum inside me.”

§ — § — §

“A-are you sure,” Big Mac asked, looking straight into Fluttershy’s eyes.

“I-it’s okay” she panted. “I want it.”

Big Mac then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside of Fluttershy’s pussy. He could feel that there was so much pumping deep inside her… there was absolutely no way she wouldn’t get pregnant from this. He just kept cumming… and pushing. And she kept grinding, massaging his cock for every last drop.

“Oohhh… It’s so much,” she moaned.

She laid her body down on top of Big Mac, savoring the sensation of being filled with his cock and his cum. He moved his hooves up her back, taking in the curves of her form.

“Was that.. Okay?” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “I don’t think you got to-”

“It was great,” she moaned, resting her head on his chest.

Big Mac sighed in content, listening the gentle sound of the rain outside, and feeling the warmth of Fluttershy's body.

"Wow, playing O and O with Spike was never like this..."

Fluttershy laid out the map and Big Mac was pouring himself a cider. And water for Fluttershy.

“You don’t have to do that, Sweetie,” Big Mac said. “I don’t want-”

“Putting out the pieces isn’t going to hurt the baby, dear,” Fluttershy said. “Besides. We need to teach our Player Three how to play, right?”

Big Mac chuckled to himself and sat down next to Fluttershy.

“Ee-yup.”