“As you enter the throne room, you’re immediately struck by how much the castle’s architecture has been twisted by the Sorceress’ will. It no longer looks like the vibrant and extravagant hall that you remember from all those years ago, but a dark and twisted image of it. In the distance, you see the Sorceress herself, her back to you as she admires one of the stained glass windows.”
Emerald looked up from behind her Dungeon Master screen and cracked a little a smile as the two mares stared at her intently, their eyes screaming for her to go on.
“Lyra, you said you were on point so you’re currently in the doorway... Here.” Emerald emphasizes her point by pulling out a small pewter figurine of a mare with a cloak and a dagger held between her teeth. “Bon-Bon, you’re right behind her.” She does the same thing with another pewter figurine, this one of a unicorn holding a staff. “What do you do?”
“I’d love to call for backup,” Lyra said with a heavy sigh as she slumps down slightly. “I mean, seriously! This ‘see you next tuesday’ has killed so many ponies we know and like, all of them were way stronger than us!”
“Oh come now, Lyra. We can do this.” Bon-Bon turns to Emerald and points to a section of her character sheet. “I still have a number of spells prepared, one of which is invisibility. Lyra, if you can get the drop on her and hit her hard enough before she knows what’s going on, we can take her.”
Lyra’s eyes go wide and looks to her with an excited smile. “Nice thinking, sweet cheeks!” she said with a giggle. “Is that cool, DM?”
Emerald bites at her lip for a moment and nods. “You can.” Both mares look to each other with a smile, but the smile quickly fades as they hear the distinct sound of a d20 bouncing across the table..
Bon-Bon has still spell, but not silent spell. Listen check provoked, 17. Since Bon-Bon is trying to be quiet and on the other side of the room, it’s high enough to know that someone is there, but not enough to make it out.
Looking at both Lyra and Bon-Bon, Emerald can’t help but let out a laugh. “You two look like you’re about to have a panic attack. You really need to ca-”
Emerald’s ears perk up as she hears the sound of the town clocktower ringing out, letting her know it’s time. “Sorry gals,” she said with a heavy sigh. “It’s that time of the evening again.”
“Oh come on!” Lyra cries out in frustration. “We’re right there! We’re on the precipice of either dying as martyrs or being remembered as heroes! We can’t just end it here!”
“I’m really sorry, Lyra but I gotta get to work. I mean, these expensive little figurines, carved dice, and rulebooks just don’t buy themselves.”
Lyra opens her mouth to protest, but shuts it almost immediately as Bon-Bon puts a hoof on her shoulder. “Emerald has a life, Lyra. She has things to do... Just like we do.”
“O-Ohh yeah... Right, I almost forgot. Well then... We’ll see ya friday Emerald.”
Emerald paused for a second, a look of confusion painting her face for a second. What’s gotten into Lyra? It’s like someone just flipped a switch... She sounds so... Meek. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Emerald gathers up the last of her things and throws on her saddlebag. “I’ll see ya later.”
Trotting towards the door and walking out into the streets of Ponyville, Emerald looks up to the evening sky and lets out a little content sigh.
You know, it’s a good thing I met up with those two... she thinks with a smile. I mean, I didn’t think I’d find anypony into roleplaying when I moved here. And like, right there in the wanted ads, were those two looking for a ‘roleplayer into dungeon play’ and-
Emerald’s eyes go wide and she fumbles for her saddlebag, reaching around for the tiny cloth bag and letting out a groan of frustration when she doesn’t find it.
“Oh darn it!” she cries out. “I forgot my dice!”
Spinning on her heels and galloping back towards Bon-Bon’s house, she ran up to the door and almost flung it open but stopped as she heard a loud slap, followed by a cry of pain.
“I-I said I was sorry!”
Emerald’s eyes go wide as she cocked an ear to the door.
That was Lyra... What’s going on?
“That’s not good enough... I’m your owner, afterall. I know you’re sorry, but you refer to me as ‘Bon-Bon’ while in the presence of company, not ‘sweet cheeks’.”
And that was Bon-Bon! Owner? J-Just what’s going on?!?
Every fiber of her being told Emerald to turn around and go get the police, but she needed to see with her own eyes.
Reaching out and opening the door just a crack, Emerald brushed her golden mane aside and looked inside before bringing a hoof up to her mouth to stifle a gasp.
“Now, what do you say?” Bon-Bon asked in a domineering tone, every word soaking with anger before bringing a riding crop down on Lyra’s already bright red flank.
Crying out again in now a mix of pain and what sounded like pleasure, Lyra looks up to Bon-Bon and kisses her hoof. “I’m sorry mistress... I’m sorry for acting out like that. It won’t happen again, I promise!”
By now, the green fur around Emerald’s cheeks felt hot and glowed as she watched on, her heart racing in her chest. Okay... So Bon-Bon is... Is what? I’m so confused I... Oh sweet princesses above!
In one smooth motion, Bon-Bon grabbed a hold Lyra’s tail with one hoof and yanked it hard before slipping the other one right between her legs. “Oh, I know it won’t happen again. Not after I’m done with you...” Dipping in and nibbling on Lyra’s ear, the aqua mare squirmed in Bon-Bon’s grasp. “Now tell me, what should I-”
Both Lyra and Bon-Bon froze as Emerald came tumbling the door, her whole body having tensed up after watching the little show the two put on, leaving her to scramble to her hooves and turn bright red with embarrassment.
“Oh, um, uh... S-Sorry! Sorry girls, I was just, uh... Getting my dice. I uh...”
“H...How much of that did you see?” Lyra asked, her whole face flushing as she tried to sit up.
“W-Were you watching us?” Bon-Bon asked, her voice cracking slightly.
“I... I didn’t mean to... I heard yelling and I thought you were in trouble and then there was the hitting and well... I couldn’t stop and... Then I saw you... Grab Lyra and...”
The whole room goes quiet as Emerald squeaks out the last part, leaving everyone shifting around and letting the room fall into an awkward silence.
“I knew we should have just told her up front in the beginning...” Bon-Bon finally said with a heavy sigh.
“Wait, what? What do you mean up front?”
“W-Well...” Lyra said aloud as she pulled herself up onto the couch. “When you answered our little ad... We weren’t exactly expecting tabletop roleplaying...”
Emerald blinked a few times, the words almost passing right through her. “I am... SO confused right now...”
“When you read the ad, what did you think it meant when you read ‘roleplayer into dungeon play’?” Bon-Bon asked, folding her hooves into her chest.
“I figured it meant that you were looking for someone into Dungeons and Dr- Wait.” The gears in Emerald’s mind started turning and she looked to the two mares quickly. “Wait... Those kind of dungeons?”
Both Lyra and Bon-Bon nodded in unison.
“As in... Whips and chains?”
Again, they both nodded.
For a second time, everyone went quiet for a few moments.
“So... What do we do now?” Lyra asked.
They all looked to each other before Bon-Bon gave Emerald a sheepish smile. “See you friday?”
Emerald opened her mouth, but stopped and gave them both a shrug. “If you gals don’t mind, then... sure. I’ll, uh... See you friday.”
Walking over to the table where her bag of dice sat, Emerald grabbed them and tucked them away before letting out a little squeak as she felt a hoof on her shoulder.
“You know,” Bon-Bon whispered into Emerald’s ear. “If you didn’t like what you saw, you would have run off... So if you want, you’re more than welcome to join Lyra and I for our little monday romps.”
Emerald’s jaw went slack and her knees quivered slightly. “I, uh... I-I don’t, I-”
“It’s okay... I’m a strict, yet fair dungeon master.”
Turning to Bon-Bon, Emerald stared at her and swallowed the lump in her throat before turning around slowly walking out. “I’ll, uh... I’ll think about it,” she said out loud, not thinking too clearly.
Closing the door behind her, Emerald let out a long sigh and looked up back to the sky.
“Well... At least I still get to run my game on friday...” she mumbled under her breath. “Aaaand... Maybe my mondays will get a little more interesting.”