The time after Gabby's official breaking off from Galefor proved difficult in the initial day after. A lot of her time was spent trying to keep things together while she worked. I at least offered to cover her shift, but she shook her head on it and said that she'll try to solider through it. In some degree, it worked, she even came back home smiling. She didn't go without a few spells of feeling the regret, but she had me practically glued to her side for the entire time. There was no stopping her from tethering me down to wherever she roamed. And often times, my being tethered to her would be upstairs in the den, curiously engaged in the show of my preference.

We stayed up all night watching Attack on Titan, wholly addicted to the human medium of entertainment for an unrelenting fourteen hours straight. She even wrote in a vacation day just to get herself locked in with me. And as we're watching the show, I notice that there's a set of heads that peek in with dissatisfaction. It's only to be expected that the other girls aren't as eager about this arrangement. Honestly, I don't blame them. It only takes one trip to the kitchen for snacks to see a peeved dragoness and an equally disturbed changeling scowling me down as I select the snacks for both Gabby and I.

Times like this remind me that my relationship isn't just a two way street, but a full four-way intersection.

"Alright, enough beating around the bullshit." Smolder's always been forward with her feelings, even though she publicly feigns herself to be blunt and dull to her own emotions. This time's no different. "Spike, you notice that you've been pretty attentive to one creature in particular?"

Sadly, it's a truth I can't come close to refuting. "I mean I know I've been a little encumbered by trying to make Gabby happy. She's been taking the breakup a little hard."

"And we're not disagreeing with that, more power to her. But... yeah..."

Meanwhile Ocellus falls shy of yelling at me. "You give her almost ninety percent of your attention while you give us like maybe five percent. And there's two of us to split that five percent between! Like how is that fair!?"

"Okay, okay, I get it." I say as I do my best to calm the changeling and prevent her from closing me in. It also needs to be mentioned that Smolder is idling behind me with a hover, probably ready to yank me by my neck and really let her anger get the better of her judgement. I feel the heat of her breath brushing the back of my head as I snap to keep both girls in my peripherals. "Alright, I understand that you two and I haven't really had any time to get cozy or maybe even act a little causal with one another."

Ocellus continues to hone in a little closer, vehemently illustrating her point. "Meanwhile Gabby's been snuggled up underneath you for the past two days. So... what the fuck?"

"I got you." I answer.

Smolder palms the back of my head yanking me back to gain my undivided eye contact. "Do you really?"

"Yeah, and more than you know." I say as I weasel out from her grasp and open a drawer near the stove, revealing a calendar with certain days of the week colored in three different ways.

The pair loom over the open drawer, seeing the days of how they're colored. "What's this supposed to be?" Ocellus questions.

"It's a calendar made into chart. It highlights whatever days I want to have allocated towards each and every one of you individually. Like for example as it says on here, I've established Gabby for Friday, Ocellus for Saturday, and Smolder for Sunday. Aqua belongs to Ocellus, orange belongs to Smolder, and silver belongs to Gabby."

While Ocellus observes the calendar, Smolder's remains quick to the draw over the situation. "That's great and all, but I think you're forgetting one thing here."

"What?" I ask.

"You just spent Monday talking to Gabby over that one guy, you spent Tuesday through today trying to cheer her up and pamper her like some sort of princess. Now riddle me this, what's tomorrow again?"

"Friday." I answer.

She snatches the calendar away from Ocellus and smacks a claw against the silver colored square. "Yeah. And who do you have scheduled for Friday again?"

I sigh in resignation. "Yeah, I might see how this can be a bit of a conundrum."

"You think!?" The dragoness snaps.

Ocellus tilts her head at me, seeing how the uneven amount of days have gone in favor of the griffon this week, including the former arrangement of having Gabby on Friday. "So how are you going to reroute this?"

I grimace and take the moment to attempt to be a bit fairer to the two currently debating me for my time. "Well... I guess I could have Smolder and Gabby's days flipped around."

While Smolder seems pleased with the idea, Ocellus shows some disdain for her day remaining as it's written out. "Oh, so I don't get any kind of priority anymore, do I?"

"What did I do wrong now!? I thought Saturday was always our day!" I point out.

The changeling slams her hoof onto the calendar, firmly issuing her demand. "Well now I want another one."

"And if she gets another one, then I'll want another one." The dragoness digs her claws into the calendar as well.

My brain starts to rack up the days, ultimately the things I'll have to do to keep each party satisfied. I mean I can't just sit here and not say that this wasn't going to happen eventually. "That means I'll have to give Gabby another one too."

"Okay. So that's six days of the week." The changeling states with affirmation.

I start to find justification of having the days arranged in the manner which would make some sort of sense. "How about this. Smolder, you can do Fridays since that will be like a so-called anniversary since you and I did what we did in Canterlot."

"A shallow line of thinking, but I guess it checks out." While her initial complaint is rather stinging, she seems more than agreeable to the idea of tomorrow being her assigned day.

"Ocellus, we've always had our Saturday lined up, so I'm willing to solidify that."

"Great." She's a bit pouty over it, but she's still content with the idea going about as it is now.

"And that makes Gabby my priority for Sunday." I conclude.

Smolder picks up the orange highlighter in the drawer, circling her next preferred date. "That means I get Monday."

"And I get Tuesday." Ocellus scribbles over hers.

I shrug at the current development, not seeing much to disagree with. "Gabby wants Wednesday's to be her game day, so I guess that works out too."

Smolder snags the calendar away before I can color in the block I just assigned to Gabby. "So who gets you on Thursday?"

I feel a bit nervous about having to go at it for possibly seven days straight, I start to feel a bit uncertain about the prospect of constantly going day in and day out with all three of them, all while having no time for myself. While I can appreciate the idea of the three girls wanting time for me on a day to day basis, I still need to find a day where I can be more of myself. So I draw my own boundary by leaving that day colorless. "Uh... I think I should take that day off to recharge. And if I skip or forget any of those days we have set aside, I'll use that Thursday to make it up."

Ocellus seems to understand the idea, but she brings up yet another valid point. "Another issue."

"What's that?"

"Say you get called for some dignitary work again, and you're gone for an arbitrary amount of days. Does the schedule remain the same, in spite of there being an unequal balance in the days after?"

I hum to myself as I try to summarize a solution that would be the best compromise. "I can still use Thursday to play catchup to whoever I missed out on the most in the previous week."

"Even if you miss out on all of us?" Smolder asks.

"Thursday is the day where I'll try to keep it fair to everyone, even if I have to tend to everyone all at once."

Ocellus purses her lips, showing her skepticism. "That seems to be a bit of a tall order. Are you sure you can handle something like that?"

"I survived you going into one of your modes. I think I can handle all three of you pretty well." I say with a confident chuckle, all while hiding my inward grief over the idea of satiating the changeling should she fall back into that uncontrolled breeding complex of hers.

Smolder snags on my tail to interject. "So you think you can just keep us all satisfied at once?"

"It would be worth a shot." I answer, knowing that I'm probably setting myself up for failure by now. But the pair seems keen on the idea of that manifesting sooner than later. The stares in their eyes tell me that they're probably going to stress-test that idea. "What?"

"Well... since tomorrow is Friday. Why don't we give that a look." I knew it.

"Did you forget about the spell you have on me right now?"

Ocellus grins with a sense of satisfaction over my inability to climax for the time being, all while receiving quite the glare from the dragoness pulling on my tail. "As if I could. Smolder keeps reminding me to break it off."

"Yeah, because you run the risk of putting him back into dragon lust if his sex drive is steadily getting triggered without any form or release." Smolder warns.

I groan with a passing thought, namely with having to deal with a less-than-peaceful Ember looking to make me work for it. Not something I'm looking forward to. "Yeah, I really don't want to get stuck in the Dragon Lands for another month."

Ocellus, already having witnessed me in that mode, lets her cheeks flush red and her grin grow the more demonic. "Ooh... Actually, the thought of that is pretty damn hot."

"Olla!" Smolder screams with objection.

"Fine. I'll snap the spell off of him tomorrow evening, just as I promised."

"Good." The dragoness finally releases my tail as that argument comes to a conclusion. "Alright. So we use my day to finally induct Gabby into our little polygon of carnal indulgences. And I suppose we'll let Gabby have her turn on Sunday."

"Make her wait a whole two days?" Ocellus' wings buzz with anticipation of the idea. "You're so devious, I love you!"

Smolder smiles with her chest out. "That'll show her who's really who in the pecking order."

"Damn straight!"

While it seems like a short sell for Gabby, I can only abide by the two's request. If anything, I'm just going along with it so I can have this shitty chastity spell removed in a timely fashion. And hopefully, I'll never have to suffer under such conditions again. "Okay, so can we all agree that the current schedule works out for everyone?"

"Works just fine for me." Smolder offers a thumbs up.

"No complaints here." Ocellus nods.

"I get Sunday!?" Gabby, of course, disagrees with her allotment.

I try to negotiate with her as she joins me in the basement. I'm currently in the midst of doing some of the bedding and towels. Washing up after three others seems to require a bit of attention. "Yeah, I guess it's because of the fact that both Smolder and Ocellus have pointed out that my helping you for the past few days have been cutting into their time. So I'm trying to be fair about it."

"I guess." The griffon posts herself against the wall, folding her arms as she rolls her eyes with an argumentative gesture.

After I load the washer with the next load of colors, I once more give my undivided attention to the griffon. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I just thought that they'd understand that you and I have like a connection or something." She pulls me in closer, looking to plead with me. "I mean that's what I feel like."

"We do have a connection, they already know that much." I reply to her.

"Then why does there seem to be a problem that we're so close?" She asks.

"That's not the problem." I reiterate. "The problem is that I've been focused on you for the past week and a half, exclusively even."

"Well it's hard to see it that way when you go through a painful breakup." She argues.

"Didn't you say you were tired of pretending?" I recall.

"Yeah. I am." She pulls me in, running her claws along my abdomen as she whispers at me. "I'm also tired of pretending like I'm some sort of secondary option."

"So you're wanting me to go exclusive?" I summarize cautiously.

"I'm not saying we should per-se, but I just haven't had the time with you like they both did." She's slow to reach her arms around my neck, whispering her thoughts in doing so. "I'm sure both paths you've walked have had their fair share of your visitations. It would be only fair if you were to wander the road less traveled."

I chuckle back at her. "If I wasn't used to you, I would probably be confused as to what you're talking about right now." I feel her intent with every second her claws run the fins protruding from the back of my head.

"But surely you know." She seductively slides her claws down the nape of my neck, leaning in to whisper into my ear. "While I am still in the midst of foul weather, I too seek a voyage to the worlds beyond. But with no ship to sail the choppy seas, wherever shall my maidenhood seek such a turgid trireme?" She kisses me against my neck. "Surely you've a fine galley with good oars to sail me to such distant shores."

I smirk to myself, showing a willingness to play along with her not-so-subtle wordplay. "My ship yearns for the days it beckons the call of the seas, however it remains docked to lands for final rites of his captain's inspection. Perhaps you would be willing to join us tomorrow in the celebratory bottle breaking. For then it will be seen as a worthy vessel to your liking." I tease in equal fashion. "Unless you've happened by chance to stumble upon me tending to my ship in the darkness of night. Perhaps you discovered it to be one far too developed for but a stream."

Her pupils widen at my revelation, she obviously knows that I had caught the glimpse of her eyes staring back at me through the dark, the frantic scratch-marks from her claws as she frantically scurried back to the room of her temporary lodging. But even in spite of my mentioning it, she shows no shame. "Then a job I have for thee." Instead, she pulls her body close against mine. "Would a more methodical dredging suffice for your standards, my lord?"

"Lower your tone, and bare not your fangs at this moment." I urge her, knowing that going for the slaughter would yield undesired results for both parties. "Your voyage shall come sooner than expected, and it shall prove to be better, provided the evidence that you are ready and willing to embark."

She lays her head into my chest and quietly makes a request. "Can you snarl for a sec?"

I give off a soft growl from the deeper recesses of my lungs. A low-pitched crackle leaves my nostrils. "Is that what you want to hear?"

I feel a gripping force tightening around my lower body. I also feel the significant shift in gravity leaning me into her direction. She giggles with the laugh of a juvenile girl invested in taboo gossip, much like a teenage filly conversing with a boy outside of the view of her protective parents. "Such an animal."

"Says the one with her hindlegs locked around my waist." I answer.

"You know griffons are known grappler types." She says in a taunting manner, pressing her hips into mine. "So maybe if you give me another growl, I might just be intimidated enough to let you loose."

I give her yet another snarl, this one I risk a little more volume and presence. The sound leaves from the back of my throat instead of taking the tame route of my nostrils. "Scared now?"

She mewls for yet another request. "Perhaps a nibble here or there."

"I never pegged you for wanting me to take things this far." I point out, seeing how compliant she is with having me offering her the risk of my teeth sinking into her feathers.

"Squeeze my throat." Turns out she's willing to play with fire. "C'mon. Squeeze me." She's so eager about it that she's bouncing against me with the energy akin to Pinkie going through a sugar rush.

I hear her panting into my ear while I offer her the chance to reconsider her decision. "You sure?"

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it." She pleads longingly.

Self-control at this point is becoming a luxury. I know that she's pressing me towards action, and it's working. The amount of risks she's willing to accept starts to draw at my more feral instincts. I don't yank at her neck for not wanting to hurt her, but I do pull her head to the side with maw closing in to her desired purpose. "You asked." I pinch down, my mouth filled with the feathers and warmth of her neck brushing against my tongue. She falls limp for a moment, unmoving and unresponsive. I check on her with her still in my mouth. "You okay?"

Without warning, the claws that once gently ran my spine crudely dig into my back, leaving deep scars as she increases the strength of her grapple on my waist. It's at this point where she no longer seeks to mince words. "Pull it out." It seems she's finally broken.

One of her claws reach down for me, trying to coax me to come out of my hiding place. I snicker as she greedily seeks for me to enthrall her at this moment. "Going for the win, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah, she's going for it alright."

The two of us snap out of our lustful play and take notice of the orange dragon watching us from the mid-point of the stairs. "Smolder!?" I release the griffon from my grip, while Gabby shows her persistence in keeping herself clasped to my waist. "How long were you here?"

"Since I discovered that griffons are 'grappler types'. Maybe I've been here watching the two of you try to get in a little fun before tomorrow's party."

Gabby shamelessly remains latched on as she shows excitement for the news revealed to her. "There's a party tomorrow?"

"Oh yeah. Since tomorrow's my day and all, I'm gonna share my day with you and Olla. Think of it as a benevolent gift." The stare-down Smolder gives to the griffon goes almost unnoticed by the excited creature. Meanwhile, I feel a sense of imminent danger growing with each second she remains latched on me.

"I was never told of a party." Gabby turns back to me. I tap at her legs to get her to release me, but she remains purposefully defiant.

"Naturally, it'll be the usual crowd. I've already got Gallus and Silverstream to come along. Maybe I can get in Yona and Sandbar too since we're local."

"What's the occasion?" She asks.

"Just a little something we all do on Fridays." Smolder finally walks up to the griffon, pulling at her tail to moderately infuriate Gabby into releasing me at last. "And since you're coming into the group, I think we're just gonna make it a special kind of night."

"How special are you talking?" She feigns her excitement, but even I can tell she's very pissed at having her tail pulled.

Smolder leans in, knowing the heat she's getting from the female griffon. "Get this. Role play night, the eight of us, we bring in a bunch of our fun shit and really warm up the place."

"I never agreed to have this here." I interject.

"It's literally over a game of Ogres and Oubliettes." She mentions. "An X-rated campaign, of course."

I roll my eyes at the idea, feeling a bit iffy on the concept. "That's ridiculous. How do you turn a game of Oggs and Oubs into a sex game? Like who plans a campaign like that─"

Gabby emphatically pushes me aside and shows a bit more of a genuine interest. "SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW!!" Okay, maybe an irrational exuberance over the idea.

"Seems you're on board." Smolder says before looking to me. "How about you, Spike?"

"Um, I never even played Oggs and Oubs with any of you. How do I know you guys know how to play?"

Smolder goes on to elaborate her origins with the game. "We had a whole game club in the school dedicated to it. Both Sandbar and Gallus were really big on it for a while after school, that was until we got phones."

While I guess the idea could be a success, I still have my doubts. "Still, a campaign like that would require a lot of meticulous planning, some serious know-how, a few guidelines on what's acceptable, what kinks are a no-go for the overall group, not to mention the items required to maintain a deep sense of immersion─"

"Alexa!" Gabby pinches my snout shut as she calls out to the system running throughout my home. "Red alert!"

On cue, all the lights in the home immediate change to red. In seeing the radical change, Smolder's eyes widen significantly. The dragoness nearly breaks her neck looking around the room to see everything coated in a red hue. "OH I DID NOT KNOW YOU COULD DO THIS!"

A stumbling noise comes from the doorway leading into the basement. Ocellus sounds as though she's freaking out. "SMOLDER! WHY ARE ALL THE LIGHTS RED SUDDENLY!?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, BUT IT'S AWESOME AS SHIT, RIGHT!?" Smolder shouts back up.

The changeling continues to display her excitement. "HELL YEAH, IT IS! SINCE WHEN COULD THE WHOLE HOUSE DO THIS!?"

"GOT ME! GABBY JUST YELLED SOME SHIT AND THEN THE LIGHTS TURNED RED!" Smolder answers as Ocellus partially makes her way down the stairs.

"GABBY, SINCE WHEN DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS!?" The changeling asks, peeking her head below the ceiling.

"SINCE SPIKE DID IT DURING ONE OF OUR GAMEDAY SESSIONS ALMOST TWO WEEKS AGO!"

While the pair tilt their heads at me with an envious grimace, I shake off Gabby's grip on my jaw and call out to the system running the home. "Alexa, cancel red alert!"

The lights fade back to normal. The two formerly-unknowing ladies make note of the function for the weekend, namely Smolder taking an astute mental note of it. "Okay, that's fucking nice!"

"So we've established that my lights change colors─" I try to casually shake off the the fact that my lighting can change at a verbal command, but I'm interrupted by something jabbing me in my arm. I look over to see an excitable griffon holding a bunch of papers, a handful of 20-sided dice, and a game board. I can barely see her eyes past the stack of papers, that is until she tilts her head to the side, revealing the sapphire eyes giddily looking up to me. "Gabby... what in the hell is that?" I ask her.

"Just a little campaign I wrote for the both of us when we get into the... you know... more recreational part of our campaign." She confesses as her face flushes a light pink, bashfully pressing the board into my arm again.

"There was a sex part!?" I ask a bit flabbergasted.

"Not initially!" She confesses as she walks by me, her tail wrapping around my ankle as she speaks. "But I wrote one after our session from two weeks back. It's nothing to expand it a bit."

"For six other characters?" I question her.

"Why not!? The more, the merrier!" She says while giving our other two partners a glance, her eyes pretty much saying 'watch and learn how it's done' without any lack of confidence. "We can totally do a campaign like this! It's called improvising!"

Honestly, I'm more surprised that the situation has evolved like this to begin with. I can't say that I've ever seen Smolder play a game of Oggs and Oubs. Ocellus, I can fully imagine her going into role-playing since the matter is quite literally her nature. I suppose I can be satisfied with the three turning to this particular method to compete instead of this turning into a literal 'king of the hill' bout... well... more like 'queen of the hill' if I want to be a little more on the nose.

Guess I can go along with it. "...So I'm ordering pizza, right?"

"Of course we are!"

For the rest of the day, Gabby does nothing but plan in anticipation of the upcoming party. It's almost a shock to see her go from being so clingy towards me to isolating herself at times to think about a way of how to make this so-called 'X-Campaign' work with the eight of us slotted to come in. And every time I ask her about it, she smiles at me and tells me that it's a surprise worth waiting for.

I'll give credit to where credit is due, Smolder's idea is really bringing it out of her. So much so that she's completely forgotten about everything dealing with Galefor. I suppose it does make my job a little easier, but I see that both Ocellus and Smolder haven't made any move or mention towards me after that. Seems they're busy helping with the preparations, leaving me to just make sure the place stays clean for when everyone comes by. I know I got company coming over, so I guess should scrub extra hard.

Huh, scrubbing extra hard for a sex party I'll have to scrub ultra hard after. Worth it.

The dawn comes bright and early, Gabby happily puts her binge aside and jumps back to work with the mail delivery. She's back to normal, if not entirely motivated by what's supposed to transpire this evening. I guess she's just trying to do something to help pass the time, and working does that. Smolder and Ocellus don't spare a second in getting back to their respective jobs at the school. But with very little for me to do other than binge what seems to be the ongoing fourth season, which isn't that many episodes now, I guess I'll find something else to keep myself entertained.

Hours later, the girls come home. And they kick things into high gear, snacks, food, drinks, condoms, cleaning supplies─that one made my job easier─and a number of other things, they go out and get them before coming back to set up. And by the time eight rolls around, the guests start to slowly file in.

The doorbell rings and I see it's both Sandbar and Yona. Since they've taken the time to close up shop, I guess they've made preparations to fully enjoy themselves outside of their home-and-workplace. The doorbell rings yet again shortly after and I can see Gallus showing up on my app. He's brought Silverstream with him, obviously. As I open the door, he gives out a tired but enthusiastic greeting. Seems work was long today. "Hey, Spike!"

"Gallus, you finally made it!" I give him a fist bump as he and his other walk into the foyer.

She takes admiration of the home. "I love your place! It's almost as big as the other place back in the human world!"

I laugh but shake my head in a realistic denial. "Trust me, it's nowhere near that size."

"Human world?" Flying overhead with a few boxes in tow, Gabby takes curious investment in the conversation taking place. "What's in the human world you're trying to compare this place to?"

"Gabby?" Silverstream displays her excitement by hugging the unexpected griffon being here. The aforementioned creature also navigates her way into the hug without having to drop anything. Seems she's pretty used to handling and absorbing contact when carrying heavy loads. "My gosh, girl! What are you doing here?"

The griffon joyfully responds. "It's a long story, you probably wouldn't believe me if I told you what all happened."

Passing by, Sandbar makes a comment over Gabby's response. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised by anything."

"Yona, Sandbar, you came through!" Gallus shows eager approval over seeing the pair making their way to the dining room.

"Well it's not often we get to do stuff like this here in Ponyville." He answers, looking back to his fiancée.

The large looming partner of his surprises him by nuzzling him from behind. "Yona recalls this isn't only time yak and Sandbar had fun in front of friends."

"Oh yeah, we almost got expelled for that during junior year." He bashfully recalls. "We're lucky Starlight opted to look the other way. We could've really been done for had she gone with her headmare's intuition. Huge thanks for that one."

Coming by to also greet the others, Ocellus jumps into the conversation while giving Smolder a glance. "Obviously that grace hasn't been spared for too long when it comes to us."

The dragoness rolls her eyes in annoyance. "I said 'sorry'. What more do you want me to do?"

I take a moment to chuckle at the pair before clearing my throat and giving the call to gather. "Okay, everyone! Dining room is now open for game night. We got three bedrooms on the second floor, three bathrooms if you feel you need to freshen up before we get started, they are located here in the hall, the upstairs for the rooms, and the one nearby the den and patio. We also got the pool upstairs on the third floor if you feel you need to cool off a bit."

The hippogriff shouts back at me, startling everyone in the room. "YOU HAVE A SWIMMING POOL!?"

Gallus smirks as he knows what that means for him. "Silvy, chill. I'll take you there after we get done."

She gives her boyfriend a sultry grin as she nuzzles up to him. "I'm already loving this party."

Everyone seems to give the indication that they've freshened up prior to arriving, each of them filing into the dining room where the food is and the game is waiting to be played. Gabby sets down one box that's folded closed instead of being taped shut. I watch as the others casually attack the pizza boxes nearby. Smolder giggles at Sandbar while Yona feeds him one of her slices. Ocellus sits herself into her seat, prompting me to park next to her. I grab myself a few slices before obeying her nonverbal request.

Almost everyone gets settled in place, I start to announce to the group. "Okay. I think─" Then another box, a fairly large one lands next to me on the table. I look over to see the griffon smiling as she puts it between me and Ocellus. I glance for the contents, seeing a number of things that grab my attention. "Uh... Gabby... what's all of this?"

"Oh, it's just a bunch of my stuff I had in storage." She casually explains before pulling out a silicone mold of a griffon's penis, complete with a few barbs for pleasure. Everyone stares at her, surprised to see the arsenal of items she claims was in storage. She sets a second box on the table, filled with a number of other items with similar purpose. All of us are lockjawed while she pulls out a loop attached to a decreasing compilation of balls. "What, like none of you don't practice some mode of stress relief!"

Ocellus tilts her head with an appropriate amount of confusion. "You have anal beads... for stress relief?"

Smolder, being none the braver, reaches into one of the boxes and pulls out a small black rod. She flips a switch at the base of it before swinging it around. "Huh... What does this thing do?" She continues to swing the rod around until it hits me in the shoulder.

*BZZZZT*

"AAH!" I yelp out in pain.

"Woah, sorry!" She realizes that the item she pulled is a cattle prod made for intimate purposes, the device's presence bewilders the dragoness about the griffon's seemingly intense habits. "Gabby, what do you do in your spare time?"

"How is that supposed to relieve any kind of stress?" I ask as I still rub my shoulder.

Silverstream pulls out a set of cuffs and spreader bars with a very curious gleam. "Are these cuffs reinforced?" Everyone stares at her like she doesn't find the absurd amount of sex toys and BDSM devices as so much a minor concern. She snickers as she eyes Gallus. "Asking for a friend."

Sandbar reaches into the box, pulling out a fairly large mold of an equine member. "Wow, this is some pretty heavy ordinance you got here." Yona looks over him with shifting eyes from the toy to the griffon owner.

Gabby doesn't seem to mind the attention her toys are getting, in fact she seems to be more enthralled by it. "Okay, I would love to give my stories on each one of my little friends here, but let's get our campaign started, you know, so we can get to the fun stuff later." If each one of these toys have an in-depth story behind them, and she somehow decided to give them battle stats, then I have every right to fear the depths of her game-planning when it comes to an x-rated campaign.

Gallus elects to be brave about it and keep things moving forward. "I guess we'll roll a few for our stats."

"Won't that take a while to do with all of us here?" Sandbar points out.

"Not if we speed-run our stat check." Gabby answers giving the griffon a 20-sided die.

Ocellus moves the box from between us so she can get a better look. "Better question, how do we know if someone's going to be honest about their stats."

"Easy solution." She answers before pointing over to me. "Spike, the dice if you would."

I rise from my chair, going into a chest where I keep some of my stuff for our game sessions at. I also have at least fifty different customized dies, including a dozen 20-sided dice. I pull out another seven since Gabby has already put hers out on the table. Each and everyone is given a die and a sheet of paper to write their information on.

Gallus rubs his eyes with amazement. "I've never seen so many 20-sided dice in my life."

Gabby goes on to explain what's going to take place. "So on these stat sheets, we're all going to jot down our stats after we roll our dice. Everyone's dice is different, so there's no getting confused on who gets what stat number."

"Still doesn't answer the question for stat integrity." Sandbar reiterates Ocellus' point.

"I just said I have a solution for that." She replies. "While you may think you're rolling for your own stat, you'll be rolling for the stat of everyone to your right. And for each stat we complete, we slide the stat sheet over to the next creature to our left. Rinse and repeat until the stat sheet is filled up on all six categories."

"So nobody can lie on their stat sheet." Gallus concludes.

"That's right." She says with a wink and a thumbs up. "That also means couples don't sit next to each other, so let's rearrange that now."

Ocellus initially wants to say something in protest, but realizes that the rule applies for Gabby also. So she shifts herself a seat away to see if the griffon will abide by her own rules. Gabby separates herself from me, but by only a seat. Smolder sits herself across from me, leaving another two open seats to either side of herself. The spaces are then filled out by everyone else, breaking up all of our respective couples. Sandbar takes note of our atypical arrangement. "All of this to promote integrity of stats, huh?"

"If you don't like your stat, you blame the creature who rolled it." Gallus says as he shrugs. "Gotta admit, this is gonna be fun."

Gabby continues to play out her role as the game master and giving out instructions on how this will go. "Now write your own name at the top of the sheet so we know who's doing who. Then we pass them over to our right afterwards. Then we're all gonna roll our stats on the count of three. This one will be for strength, this will dictate if you're going to be the dom or the sub for the night. The higher the number, the more power you have. The lower the number, the less power you have."

"Now we're speaking my language!" Silverstream almost gives off a rage scream with how excited she is to hear that bit of detail. "C'mon! Let's get this shit rocking already!"

We write our names down and immediately pass our papers to our left in a clockwise motion. Since Gallus is to my right, I apparently have to roll for his stat. Sandbar is to my left, so he rolls for me. Gabby looks off to Yona, who will roll for her first stat, Ocellus shifts her eyes to Gallus, worried that his passive habits in the bedroom may be a bad omen. She hopes her number isn't a low one. Smolder remains chill as she has confidence in Silverstream's luck. Gabby raises her die and everyone follows suit. "Okay, this one is for our strength stat, lets get rolling! One. Two... Three!"

The sound of dice clattering against the table top ad-nauseum fills the room before there are bursts of groans and cheers over everyone's respective rolls being read out by a number. My first number isn't a good one, 7 reads at the top of my die. Thankfully it isn't my stat that I just rolled for. But I notice that Sandbar's die reads 13 for me. I guess I'm a soft dom for the night, depending on what everyone else rolls.

Gallus drops his head at his luck, even while it was determined in my claws. "Damn, a 7. Guess I'm a sub today."

"You're never not a sub, Gallus." His girlfriend chimes out proudly.

"Just my luck, huh?" He says as he jots down Ocellus' numbers. I take a peek, seeing he's writing a '20' on her stat. I guess fate just rules her to be that kind of figure, even in chance-based role-playing she dominates. "Ugh, if only I could roll for myself there."

"We all can't be winners." Gabby sighs dejectedly. "Next one is going to be defense. This will dictate how long you're going to be in your sub period. So if you roll a high number, you'll be a sub for five minutes, if you roll low, you'll be a sub for thirty. If you're the dom rolling, then that number dictates how long you get to keep your sub in check AFTER their time's expired."

We pass the sheets to the left. This time I roll for Ocellus. As we're doing that, I hear Silverstream whisper in celebration. "Post-orgasm torture certified." Oh Faust, I feel more and more regret for the number I gave Gallus by the passing second.

Gabby raises her die into the air, prompting everyone to do the same. "Defense stat, hope this one's a little better for me! One. Two. Three!"

My die comes up on 16. Ocellus' stats are showing more and more favor with each passing roll. Smolder smirks at my direction, seeing how her number came up for me. I start to feel a bit worried for my own safety as she gleefully jots my number down. Meanwhile Ocellus comments on the stat she rolled for Smolder. "Damn, I feel sorry for you, I just rolled a three."

"I'm not a sub though." She confidently answers. "That first number should be a seventeen."

"Yeah, you rolled pretty high for that. So you're up there, not higher than me though."

"Next one will be for magic!" Gabby announces. "Magic is where our lovely box of fun stuff gets to make a feature. If you're a dom, your higher roll means the more toys you'll have at your disposal. The lower the roll, the fewer toys you have, basically anything from a four below will result in no toys for you to use."

"I think this is where I start to get nervous." Gallus mumbles to himself.

"You're not the only one." Gabby mumbles. "One. Two. Three!"

The dice once more clatter on the table, the number I roll for Silverstream is 16. I cringe in apology as Gallus peaks over and drops his head in defeat. The hippogriff I roll for instead shakes her head as she notifies the owner of her stat sheet of her poor roll. "Oh, Gabby, no toys for you. I rolled a 3."

"I'm thinking you might need to swap your die." The griffon mare mutters.

Ocellus coyly makes fun of her for her short draw streak. "Don't get mad at the roller, get mad at the rule-maker."

"Yeah, got me there." She whimpers before continuing. "Okay, so now we go to magic defense. Magic defense is what dictates how long you're going to be subject to the toys. The higher the roll, the lower the time. The lower the roll, the higher the time."

"So it's just like the defense stat, in other words?" Smolder asks.

"Yup. Now we roll on one. Two. Three!"

The number I roll for Smolder is 8. She seems to be pretty well loaded on 'Strength' and 'Magic' however, so her low roll doesn't seem to matter much since she's got toy privilege out the ass. Meanwhile, Sandbar just starts to laugh as he jots down his number. "Silverstream, you're going to milk the shit out of Gallus, aren't you?"

"Hell yeah!" She calls out, intimidating her boyfriend all the more. "Gally loves it when I give him milkies."

While his head is down, I see the smile creeping on his beak. "Worth every damn second."

Gabby doesn't even look for her stat numbers anymore, she's essentially resigned herself to being the sub of the evening. But that doesn't stop her from running the game. "Now we roll for intelligence. This one's gonna be a fun one. So how this one is going to go is unique. Whoever rolls the lower numbers will have to take a number of shots corresponding to that number. So 1-4 is four shots, 5-8 is three, 9-12 is two, 13-16 is one, 17-20 you get to stay clean."

I shout out a quick chuckle. "Aw shit, somebody about to get fucked up for real!"

Gallus quickly raises his head. "I like this rule. I like this rule. I'm taking that one with me."

"The fact that drinking corresponds with the intelligence roll is an absolute mint. Good call." Ocellus compliments the griffon.

"Where'd you get these rules from?" Sandbar asks.

"I made them up." Gabby proudly confesses.

Gallus slams his fist into the table with absolute fervor. "I motion we do this shit on every Friday from here on!"

"We haven't even gotten started yet, dude. Chill out." Sandbar says as Gabby raises the die for everyone to follow suit.

"Intelligence roll. One. Two. Three!"

The number I roll is 15 for Yona. Given her size, a single shot is probably no worse than taking a shot of water. Silverstream goes on with her announcement of my stat. "SPIKE, you got three shots!"

"FUCK!" I groan in defeat. Guess I'll have to play stupid for a while.

"Gabby, you're clean. Guess you finally get a high number for something" Gallus announces to the griffon.

"Oh I love this game already." Ocellus says as she proudly takes her first stat loss of the night.

Gabby doesn't seem too thrilled that she's going to have to keep sober throughout her incurring losses. But she remains optimistic as her sheet finally rotates my way. "Now, our final roll will be for critical hits."

As I take a gander of her stats, I gawk at her abysmal numbers. Her 'strength' registers a 6, her 'defense' shows a 9, her 'magic' shows a 3, her 'magic defense' comes in with an 12, her 'intelligence' shows an 18, and her final stat line remains blank... all for my roll to decide. In speaking of which... "What does that dictate exactly?"

"Minimum amount of orgasms to be issued."

Our jaws fall to the floor on her last suggestion. I slide her sheet aside as I lean to her direction. "Wanna explain that one a bit more, madam gamemaster?"

"So I know that twenty orgasms is a bit absurd. So I cut that down to the same rate of the drinks, but in reverse. 20-17 is four orgasms minimum. 16-13 is three. 12-9 is two. Changing a bit of the value here, but 8-3 is one. So if you roll a 1 or 2, you get the distinction of having your orgasm denied until the game is over."

Silverstream hollers at the top of her lungs. "Oooh that's kinky!"

"That's devious." Ocellus says with a demonic Cheshire grin.

"That's just mean." Smolder replies holding her claw over her maw.

"I tried to be fair about it, it would literally take a ten percent chance for you to roll for a denied orgasm." Gabby explains.

I take a deep breath, kissing on the dice and giving it a hopeful jumble in my hand, seeing that her numbers are pretty unfavorable as it is. Hopefully I roll at least a twelve or something. "Well... Rolling for glory here."

Gabby eyes me as she raises her die and counts down. "Okay, here we go... One. Two. Three!"

Spike the 'Bad Dragon'

Strength: 13
Defense: 9
Magic: 7
Magic Def: 17
Intelligence: 6
Critical: 19

I fucked up.

My stat sheet is relatively tame, if not average. My 'strength' is 13, 'defense' is 9, 'magic' is 7, 'magic defense' is a solid 17, 'intelligence' is a sad 6, and my 'crit' is a sound 19. So I'm not entirely an unhappy camper. If anything, the fact that my high roll resulted in Ocellus removing the chastity spell on me is an enormous win. I just know that I have some pretty lofty loads to give out to whoever's taking. However, I didn't fuck up for my sake.

That crit roll I ran for Gabby was a 2. The expression on her face towards me after she saw that was not really disappointment, but rather betrayal over a well-intended gesture. And with the four of us, Ocellus, Smolder, her and I being in a polygonal relationship, that effectively puts her at the bottom of the totem pole in terms of the power dynamic... in the order I just mentioned.

Gabriella Griffonda the 'Glutton'

Strength: 6
Defense: 9
Magic: 3
Magic Def: 12
Intelligence: 18
Critical: 2

The only good thing is that Gabby seems to be a good sport about it. Even though Smolder has toy privileges beyond reasoning, the griffon is afforded the privilege of rolling the upper-end of her 'magic defense', which means they can torture her with the toys, but not for too long. The drawback of that is she's not allowed to finish, that's something Ocellus wants to enforce.

So Gabby, being the universal sub of the group, is made to sit on a sybian while Smolder wields the remote to it. Poor Gabby's talons are tied behind her back. Her mouth is stuffed with a bright green ball gag. Her legs are forced open with a spreader bar to keep her from maneuvering too much to get herself off. Her eyes stare haplessly, she plays her role quite convincingly. I'm almost tempted to set her free of the illicit jail she's been rolled into.

Unfortunately, Smolder and Ocellus has other plans for me.

While I'm the second lowest on the proverbial totem pole, they take advantage of the fact that my 'defense' is relatively low number. And of course, Ocellus wants to wave that fact in my face with everything that happens to me. Since I'm at her mercy, she forces me to stand in front of Gabby, to make her witness what is to come next.

The changeling takes full advantage of her power, raising the griffon's chin with her magic. "Poor little griff, stuck being the viewing audience. I wonder how it feels to be so close to what you want, and you can't even partake in the fun. Pretty sad, huh?"

Ocellus the 'Mistress'

Strength: 20
Defense: 16
Magic: 11
Magic Def: 9
Intelligence: 14
Critical: 15

Meanwhile, Smolder appears to be quite the enforcer with the leather riding crop in her possession, slamming the item into the palm of her claw. "Yeah, I'm sure she'll be fine. She had Spike to herself for almost the whole week, while we had to wait a while before he would even give us a fraction of consideration. She can wait a little longer." She points her crop against my neck with a crackling snarl. "As for you, you're gonna make up for that."

Smolder the 'Sultry'

Strength: 17
Defense: 3
Magic: 20
Magic Def: 10
Intelligence: 13
Critical: 8

The pair close in around me, Ocellus pulling me in as she primes me to peak form. Smolder picks up the controller for the sybian and sets it to a low setting. Gabby grunts as she feels the vibrating sensations slowly work her up. Smolder takes hold of me, aiding Ocellus in her work. I can't help but notice that the dragoness is being unusually soft on me, making sure that each tug is gentle yet enticing. The changeling wraps her magic around the griffon's neck, forcing her to witness the act taking place.

I make a comment of Smolder's work. "I didn't know you had a gentle side to you like this."

She leans into me, pressing her body to mine. "You'd be surprised to know I'm not like other dragons."

"Let me guess, Ocellus taught you how to take it easy?"

She rubs her thumb against my apex, lightly pressing in. "So what, you don't like it? If you want it rough, I'm perfectly cool with that."

"No, no. I'm..." Her thumb continues to massage into me, moving in a circular motion. It's delightfully distracting to my being able to speak. "I think you should slow it down a little more."

She slightly picks up her pace, giving a toothy grin. "Or what?"

I lean my head into her, only to feel a force impeding my progress. Ocellus seems to be multitasking in managing both Gabby's attention span and my impulses. "Hey now. Just because you got inaugurated into our little thing a while back doesn't mean I gave you permission to kiss her. And besides, I don't need you losing control just yet."

"So I can kiss you, but I can't kiss her?" I chuckle to myself.

Ocellus changes into her dragon form, still maintaining her magic over Gabby. "You were inside of me at the time, I was feeling a whole lot of things I shouldn't have. And trust me, Smolder made me pay for it."

The aforementioned dragoness pulls the changeling by her chin. "Come here, let me tell you something." However, her demand isn't quite for conversation. In spite of there being a lack of verbal communication, there is an interest argument taking place.

I've never had the opportunity to watch two girls indulge in one another so passionately, especially in real life. It's always through images or videos that I've seen something like this, much less between pony mares. And back in my earlier phases, I had thoughts of seeing how Rarity might fare with Sassy Saddles or Coco Pommel. So a simple video of two college mares making out did me justice whenever I wanted to blow a quick load. However, this is different. It's two dragons, albeit one being a changeling in disguise, I happen to know both of them, and my claws are free to explore while one of the lustful pair are already tending to the task I'd normally take upon myself.

Watching the pair has me entranced. The method in which Ocellus has tamed Smolder, every moment their tongues greet one another is arousing. The manner in which Smolder continues to circle her thumb upon me has me drawn to the action, but Ocellus vainly keeps me at an arm's length. I almost snap as I growl at her denying me my approach, but Smolder's actions keep me tethered.

The two break away for a moment, Smolder releases me to give her investment to her partner. It's the first time I've ever seen her become so lost into it that she ignores everything else. The orange dragoness pants for air as her claws wander among Ocellus' transformed body. She abandons sense of self and pride, greedily sinking her dullened claws between her legs, knowing exactly where she intends to indulge.

I begin to work at myself, earning Gabby's undivided attention. Even behind that ball gag of hers, I hear her starved pants for attention. I see her diligently motion her hips to rock against the sybian's lower settings. She locks her gaze to me, looking to give me another show to draw my attention.

The sight of Smolder plunging her fingers into Ocellus, the sweet coos of the transformed changeling, the helpless whimpers of the griffon riding her method of torture, I instinctively rush my pace. Control is sparse in my mind, but is found once more by Ocellus magic keeping my wrists pulled away from myself. She yanks me in and has me barreling towards Gabby, who finds herself with my throbbing display resting actively between her eyes. The poor griffon pants with an increased urgency, forcing her hips up and down the sybian.

Smolder snaps out of her lustful indulgence and swaps the controls off, killing the vibration and rotational functions that once stimulated the griffon. Gabby mewls as she takes in my musk, the lust is abundant in her eyes as she gingerly nuzzles her face into me. She's sly with it, non-verbally inviting me to press upon her face even more by bobbing her head up and away from me.

Ocellus chastises her for her attempt. "You're not getting the satisfaction of that, you slut!" She pulls me away by a short distance, standing between her and falling to her knees. She transforms back to her true self and gives me a momentary peck under my shaft. "Spike is ours today, he's mine tomorrow, so be a good little griff and wait your turn."

"I thought the rules was that she wasn't allowed to─" The sudden sense of warmth consuming me breaks me out of my argument.

As Ocellus takes me to my hilt, Smolder kneels down beside her partner and teases the griffon. "If you were ever curious, that's how you shut him up."

"I mean she's good but, I can still speak, you know." I reply, causing the changeling to stop in her tracks and giving me a lethal upward glare. A flash shines through her body and she suddenly changes form yet again, but this time to Rarity. I freeze for a moment as she continues to keep that same glare. "Now that's not fair, you know tha─"

She dislodges herself from me, spits on me as her magic runs the length of my shaft, milking me as she voraciously laughs at my helplessness. "Oh come now, darling..." She says, replicating even her slightest vocal inflections, battering the throbbing mass against her lips and cheeks. "That's not a suggestion, Spike. Come on, on my face now, dear." She stops at my hilt to give me a firm tug as a sign of warning. "But none in my mane, you know it takes me hours to get the curl right after a wash."

She's far too perfect, the manner in which she opens her mouth and demands for me to unburden myself is too great of an obstacle to overcome. I lose composure and feel my climb reach it's limit instantly. I nearly double over as I brutishly grab the mare's head and send a good two weeks worth of pent-up arousal all over her face, indiscriminately coating some of her mane, and even landing some on Gabby's chest and chin.

Smolder laughs for a moment, seeing the disarray over the griffon's face as the first thing I break my dam to is the splitting image of my first crush before her. "Damn, now that's a way to break a sub."

Ocellus glances back to the griffon, smiling proudly with all of my seed still warm on her face. Gabby slumps quietly, a small amount dressing her as well. But for one, it rings as a sign of victory, while for the other it shows as a s mall token of a humiliating defeat. The faux Rarity wipes her chin as she giggles. "Well, I figured as much."

Smolder piles on to the matter as she pushes me down to my backside. "Yeah, she's got a soft spot for that. But it's nothing she can't handle." She aligns herself to take me on, disregarding the fact that I just finished. "Trust me, she's gonna make Spike pay for that one on Sunday, probably first thing in the morning."

Smolder lets out a satisfied grunt as she sinks herself upon me. She immediately starts with a moderate tempo, her tail smacking the ground as she rises and falls. Ocellus smirks as she stares at the controller for the sybian, shifting her eyes to her partner. "Hey Smolder, darling, can I borrow this for a while."

"Roll for initiative." She says without breaking rhythm. "Kinda busy here."

Ocellus smirks as she summons a die to roll for her chance to run the machine on Gabby. The die tumbles and falls to the ground with a clattering thud. She reads the number aloud. "16, that's a yes in my book!" She picks up the controller and turns everything to the highest setting. "Hey Gabby, how much this thing run you, maybe a thousand bits? How come you couldn't keep it around at your last place? Did your ex not like it too much?"

The griffon looks off with embarrassment.

"Oh wow." Ocellus says before she changes forms yet again. This time she replicates me. The griffon tries to look away from my exact duplicate. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind watching you sit on it a while. I kinda like you like this." The duplicate leans down, muttering in a low voice to her. "So submissive, helpless, tame." The controller flicks on, the sudden change in cycle comes as a shock to the griffon who throws her head back, she tries not to show how invested her expressions are towards the experience, especially with Ocellus wearing my face. "Babe, you can look at me."

She sakes her head to say no. The faux dragon quickly grasp at her neck, pinching to quickly grab her attention. Her eyes expand, realizing that the fake me incidentally happened upon one of her triggers. I shouldn't be surprised if she knew since Smolder has a habit of sharing those weaknesses, and she did walk in on us while we were in the middle of that.

The poor griffon is struggling mightily to contain herself. It seems that much of what she's caught up in is causing a lot of conflict in her mind. And seeing me in two different places is probably feeding her imagination to a degree. Ocellus knows she's struggling with it, and teases her further by running a claw between her legs where the sybian comes into contact with her body. The griffon tries to avoid the touch, but the spreader bars on her legs prevent her from doing so, she's completely exposed to the touch of the faux-me.

The dragon's claws raise after a brief journey, pinching and opening to reveal a suspension of her fluids bridging the gap between them. "It seems like you like the attention a little more than you anticipated, or rather than what you'd like to admit." The griffon turns away, trying to force herself away, but Ocellus grabs her by her waist, pressing her closer to the splitting recreation of my phallic form. "Ain't this what you came for? Probably too big for a little thing like you to take in one go, huh?" Ocellus slowly kneels before the griffon, pumping the recreated shaft before her with her eyes fixated towards the conflicted griffon. "You want to get off that and grind on this, don't you? You wanna prove to me that you're a big girl, you can take it. You're not gonna run from it, are you?"

After so long, trying to fight it, Gabby finally tells the truth on herself. Not by means of a greed or complete abandonment of her principles, but a subtle glance downward, seeing the slow pumping motion, the flesh that contorts to the form of the palm embracing it. It's too much for her. She buckles over, seemingly to brace for the impending storm. But her eyes pop open with surprise.

"Phmmm... Mmmph? (Wait... What?)"

The faux dragon gives a sadistic chuckle and leans in to speak with the bewildered griffon. "Let me guess, that's the sensation of you quickly climbing up a mountain, thinking you're soon to claim the peak with your flag, only to tumble back down to find yourself at the start all over again?" The recreated image of me licks their teeth. "Did I sum that up right?"

Trying to work herself back up, Gabby furiously humps at her sybian, looking to regain that lost momentum. But it comes with no reward for her effort, for as quick as she rushes herself back to her event horizon, she once more feels crushing disappointment of ruin and reset.

"You know... That's what I've been dealing with for the past two weeks. I probably never even told you that, maybe I didn't want to throw you off your rhythm, just so I could see how you are with me whenever times get steamy. Can you imagine how it feels to be me, dealing with that for every naughty message and pic you sent me? You think I was blowing my load all over at the idea of you... nah. I suffered... I suffered for a long fucking time. You don't have a clue how many times I wanted to pop off at the thought of you and your antics... but I couldn't." Ocellus nibbles at her neck, whispering all the while into her nape. "Now look at you, suffering in this moment, like I did for two. Whole. Weeks. I bet you can't even bear the thought of being so deprived of even this moment, can you?" My doppleganger presses his mast firmly against her body, riding the front of the sybian with the orgasm-deprived Gabby. "Poor little Gabriella Griffonda, getting all worked up for nothing. I bet you can't even take it, can you?"

While the griffon is busy getting tortured by the changeling in my disguise, Smolder and I watch from our position, amazed over how much of a sexual despot Ocellus really is. In all honesty, it's gotten me back in the full swing of things, while it's only motivating Smolder to go even faster. "Ah... holy hell. Olla's making me forget I'm still riding you."

"No kidding. It's like watching myself from a third-person perspective." I comment as I feel a slight amount of pressure starting to build up in my loins.

Gabby shrieks, twisting in frustration as she finds herself reaching for her third attempt to peak, only to fall back down. Her contortions are enticingly desperate, so much so that I feel Smolder clutching around me. "Oh... Dammit, I'm close." The dragoness warns. She leans back, pulling me with her as she wraps her legs around my body. "Sorry Spike, might have to fight me over pulling out now."

"I'm fighting my damn self to not stay in you." I chuckle before trying to pull my hips back.

She gathers her arms around my neck, guiding me towards her head. "You could always keep going, big guy."

"All this sentimental shit, where's the Smolder I used to know." I say as I thrust into her once more.

She gasp as my one advancement strikes deep. "That Smolder's a fake and you know it." She says as she places her nose to mine. "I do that shit for the other dragons." She gives a downward glance, watching as our bodies repeated break away and reuniting without total separation. "You're losing, big guy. I might get me a few eggs out of you if you're not careful."

I try to pull myself away, heeding her warning, but her legs work in tandem with her hips to retain me. "You act like you want 'em. Keeping me locked down like this, you must be trying for them."

"I told you, you gotta fight me for it." She whispers. I glance down, but she squeezes me into her. "Hey... look at me, not down there." Our eyes meet once more, hers seem to contain a neediness. Her breath is so warm compared to most of her body. I don't think I've ever seen her this close, much less being this close with me compared to the last time. It's even more of a shock that she's doing this without some form of biting, fighting, scratching, clawing, any of it. It seems that she's allowed herself willingly to accept me.

I pull out feeling the tightness gripping at me, I know she's close. I reach down to save myself from a fairly pleasant prison sentence. I finally slip out, the sudden and total withdrawal causing her to squirm and writhe. She hisses steam as she grimaces, seized from the orgasm that's rattling her senses. Her hips indiscriminately jerk into mine, feeling the absence of our unity. While she's grunting from her experience, I tease her over my new-found freedom. "Looks like I win."

She pulls my head into hers. "Fucker, you cheated."

"You must've wanted that clutch real bad, huh?" I tease her.

"Not entirely, big guy." She gives me a peck on the nose. "All I want is you."

While I'm still pending for my second climax, I hunch myself over her, teasing the hood of her clenched entrance while I place my lips into hers. She smiles in between our clashes, showing content with our engagements. Her eyes are half-closed to embrace the moments, but they stay half open to remain locked on me. Her intentions are nothing shy of want and ambition. I'd like to say that I meet her with the same energy, but the manner in which her tail coils around mine begs to differ. The ferocity in which her tongue dances with mine is far too eager, as though she's been wanting this for some years.

I thought dragons didn't like stuff like this, but Smolder obviously made her case that she's different... just like me.

She reaches down to grasp at me, looking to tenderly finish me off while I lay on top of her, at least that's what I think she's intends to do. But she surprises me yet again, pressing into my right shoulder firmly to put me on my back. She pins me to the bed, letting my dissatisfied form stand freely. She slides her way down to my pelvis, giggling as she presents her maw to me. Her sharpened teeth presents a thrilling danger, but the manner which her mouth wraps around me is nigh a moist embrace welcoming me with what some would call southern hospitality. I squirm for a moment, surprised by her tongue caressing me as she retracts herself.

She primes me as she nestles herself beside what she intends to take in her throat. "You ready?"

"Yes." I whisper before she dives headlong into her work. I vie to caress her head as she takes many a plunge upon me, but her wing bats me away selfishly, as though to tell me that she want's the satisfaction of being the only reason I ever come to a peak. Her right claw grasps at my base, massaging me as her tongue coils around my shaft. I take a deep breath, throwing my head back in ecstasy when she moans for my attention. Her eyes don't break from me once. She's not at all clean with her actions, she's very vulgar if anything. The moments she pull away are unbelievably messy, as though she's blatantly disgracing herself with the way she pants, the manner of how she spits on me and kisses every inch, her eyes never leaving mine, the obscene display of her enveloping me to my hilt and retracting with her tongue acting as a spring to keep her coiled onto me. It's devastating, horrendous, just the fact that one moment of this revealed to the world could ruin her life for all we know, and I'm just wanting more of it.

My body, on the other hand, cannot stand for it. The pressure builds again, I feel myself approaching the point of no return, and she feels it as well. She puts her all into it, grabbing and rotating her wrists as she locks herself to my top half. I dig my claws into my mattress, pleading with her to slow down, but she ignores me. She uses her free hand to pat at my chest, trying to keep my attention. I watch in euphoric bliss as she keeps herself locked in. I scream at first from the brutality of her work, then howl from the reward I give for her efforts.

She doesn't care of the first rope that lines the back of her throat, nor the second or third. The fourth becomes too much to take on, so she bears the burden of my overflow and gulps the prior rounds. But she breaks off, still milking me with her claws with mouth wide open. She doesn't even consider her appearance, she takes the last few dribbling streams on her face as her badge of accomplishment. She giggles as she wipes her face and and takes the remainder of our mess upon her mouth.

She quickly climbs up my chest and present me with an unprecedented reverse play, offering me a sample of my own self. I'm left in shock as her tongue forces me to recall the taste she just endured. But as temporarily disgusted as I am, I strangely welcome it also.

My eyes open, seeing a stained Smolder giggling in my face. "So, how's the meal, big guy?"

"A bit... salty." I admit.

She chuckles as she plants her claws back on me. "Eh, you'll get used to it."

Suddenly, the shadow of my own self eclipses me, dripping with the remnants of a prior ejaculation. Ocellus transforms back as she pushes Smolder out of the way. "Well I'm glad you had fun, now it's my turn to take some of that."

I try to look past her, seeing what happened to Gabby. "Hey, what about─"

"Oh don't worry about her." She says, giving me a view of what's been given to the poor griffon. Her chest, her chin, her stomach all coated in semen as she haplessly remains tied to the top of the sybian set at a continuous high setting. Her eyes appear deprived of hope as she looks down upon herself. "I promise you, she'll be more than happy to run it back on Sunday."

"What did you do to her?" I ask.

"Curse her, break her, make her question her sexuality." She responds while priming me back to form. "Showed her who's really the one to call the shots here. She might have all the toys, but I'm the queen bed bug in this bitch." She aligns herself effortlessly before dropping her hips on me. "Now I'm taking the dick I once had a few seconds ago."

I wince from the slight soreness incurred from my past two rounds. "Hey, take it easy. I just finished."

The changeling tilts her head at me. "You kiss my girlfriend and you expect me to show you mercy? Who the fuck do you think I am?"

"To be fair, she kissed me." I argue.

"Don't care. Now fuck me senseless or I put the same spell she's on back on you for the next three hours."

...I sure hope my senses don't get fucked as much as my dick is right now.

Morning in Ponyville has come once more, the sky is starting to turn light blue and yellow from the rising sun waiting to be moved to it's rightful place in the sky. The streets of the town are silent save the few early risers trying to get things going for their respective jobs. Even if it is a Saturday, there are still those who happily greet the dawn while they go on about their morning tasks.

One such figure is none other than Fluttershy, who tends to the animals around her cottage. The day is an early one for her, waking up and starting her work before the rising sun starts to give light. The mourning doves coo their song, waking the yellow pegasus mare from her slumber, serving as a soft but soothing alarm clock. She rises up and starts her work in gathering the food for every creature in and around the cottage. She smiles as she comes up on a pair of bunnies sleeping in the crook by her front door. She gives the waking pair a number of carrots to start their day. "It's a lovely day to be up and going, Angel Bunny, I hope you and Beatrice are doing fine. I know she's expecting."

After tending to her own pet, she grabs the heavy materials for her other animal friends to fill themselves up with. It takes a short while to get everything to everyone, but they're happy with what they're given and they go about their day like they normally do, but with filled bellies and a renewed sense of energy.

Fluttershy goes back to the bedroom to see yet another creature she's yet to feed. A tall and curling beast with the limbs of a number of other creatures, the horns of varying breeds, and the jaundiced eyes of his true nature revealing the world of his debauchery. Albeit a chaotic individual, he's grown himself to be tame around the mare he loves dearly. Fluttershy welcomes him with open hooves as he steps through a dimensional portal leading from his sectioned void of the Aether. "Discord!" She calls out, her shout being relatively soft in the moment. "I was wondering where you went off to on last night. It's not like you to just not show for dinner."

The creature accepts her embrace, but with a seemingly wounded soul. "Oh yes. I'm sorry."

"Discord?" He looks away, but not for long, not after Fluttershy turns his head towards her and offering him a peck on his nose. "Sweetheart, what's going on?" She tilts her head, her ears flop with curiosity.

He hums in thought before speaking. "Have you ever awakened to feel a familiar presence looming somewhere in the world?"

The mare blinks for a moment. "I'm not quite sure. I barely know how to open the way into the chaos realm like you taught me."

Realizing that his intuition is still vastly above that of the humble mare, he shakes himself of his thoughts of incredulity. "I suppose that wasn't a fair question to ask you, my dear Fluttershy."

She seats herself in front of him, looking to learn more of what seems to trouble him. "What's on your mind?"

The draconequus closes his eyes, short memories play back in his mind before he speaks his mind. "Something's off, like something's not supposed to be here in the world with you."

"Can't be that bad, can it?" She asks, knowing that if it was, she would get involved.

Knowing this, he denies any idea of it being so. "...I suppose not."

I wake up in between the company of two girls hunched over my body. I look down to the foot of where I sleep, seeing Gabby still passed out from last night's activities. The ropes are still on her body and she's still gagged. I can only feel sorry for how the night turned out for her, but I'm sure she'll look to pay herself back in full on tomorrow. I shouldn't be surprised if she decided to jump bones tonight.

I stretch my arms out, moving and carefully navigating myself out the bed filled with three other creatures, making my way to the bathroom to relieve myself of a night of drinking and heavy debauchery. I also take a quick whiff of myself, and it's not pretty. So I spend a little more time in the shower to get some of the funk from last night off. Guess I'll do some laundry today since my sheets are bound to be wracked with the filth. It's only fair that I'd take precautions.

The others are a little slower to wake, but they are more than happy over what's transpired. The only one who doesn't seem to be too enthralled is Gabby, who after being tied up and gagged all night is sore beyond the reason of a doubt. I untie her and apologize to her over the inconvenience, grab my sheets from off the bed, and start making my way to the basement for laundry detail.

But I start to hear some music playing, music I'm not too familiar with. It almost sounds like someone's starting a whole concert here in my house. "The hell is that sound?"

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life."

I don't recall there being any kind of sound system that takes into account reverb and delay, much less a synthesizer. What the fuck's going on in my basement?

"Electric word, life, it means forever, and that's a mighty long time. But I'm here to tell you there's something else: The afterworld."

Okay, now this is getting ridiculous. I'm going downstairs to see what this shit is.

"A world of never-ending happiness, you can always see the sun, day or night."

I hold my makeshift bag, seeing a pony-like figure reclining on top of my storage chest, He seems to be holding a microphone up to his lips as he points to the ceiling of my basement, all while pretending he's throwing on a show down here. The drums start pounding a beat away and the synths plays the same two chords back and forth as he breaks out in monologue.

"So when you call up that shrewd in Canterlot Castle, you know the one, Princess Everything-will-be-just-fine, instead of asking her how much of your time is left, ask her how much of your mind, babe. Because in this life... things are much harder than in the afterworld. Cause in this life..."

He shifts his head to my direction, pointing at me

"You're on your own."

I drop my sack of sheets as he continues on with his show. A ghostly guitar shows up in his hooves as he starts to dance on top of my chest like it's a makeshift stage. The riffs start to play loudly over the drums as he carries on his display.

"And if de-elevator tries to break you down... Go crazy. PUNCH A HIGHER FLOOR!"

Author's Note

Well hello there! It's been a ghastly while. I think a month even.

I'm so sorry for the absences. These past few weeks have been trying to say the least. I guess I should start from the beginning of this ordeal for those who don't read my blog posts.

So in the second to last week in July, I had a conference to play for, which pretty much absorbed most of my time in both prep and organization. So I didn't really have any time to myself to get things written down. Instead, I had to keep a focus on the musical side of life, which involved a lot of recording, producing, arranging, practicing, phone calls, etc. And then there was the workshop the week after that. My entire day from 10 a.m. to 9 p.m. was taken for the sake of long rehearsals leading into the big finale on Friday night... where my laptop took a spill mid performance.

It was already bad with all the sudden shutdowns due to repeated cases kernel power failure, but the issues were amplified after that. Damaged motherboard, dead hard drive, and I had to wait for an SSD to be shipped in. But I wouldn't be home to receive it because I had a trip to Texas soon after all of that, all driven on a van with our equipment in tow. So a week passes and some lovely readers offered donations to help me get back on my feet (I still owe you musical commissions, you know who you are).

So the day after I get back home, I finally get things back to speed, pop in the new SSD to see if I can install windows 10 again, but then it goes through a number of boot failures and loops back to a reset. So there was no way to salvage that situation other than one thing: follow through on that new computer. Since I had enough money made from my trip, combined with the good will of the donors, I could finally afford the monster I'm typing on as of now.

It took me a week to get the hang of this new system, but it took me even longer to download all of the music software I had installed on my older systems. I still have more to download, but I'm mostly back in business. So I'll find more time to get to typing.

Hopefully the next chapter won't have as long of a wait.

So again. THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING BY ME! We're back, baby!