> Oubliettes and Ogresses
>  by Charyb
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> Chapter 1
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"Your barbarian stands before the ogress's cave, the hot winds of the waste at his back. He's traveled long to reach this ill-fated place, and the evidence of it shows clearly on his form. His cobalt blue mane is long and unkempt, his bulging, steel-hard pecs gleaming in the sun. He smells pungently of his own exertions, an aura of sweaty, musky, manly scents wrapped around him. Some of it is only sweat, but some of it is from days upon days without release. He's a virile stallion, heavy balls swollen with unspent seed. A dark cock the size of his forearm swings between his legs, teased constantly by the fabric of his loincloth. Now, more than ever, he can hardly bear it!"

"Cadance..." the hardened barbarian murmured, shifting in place. Suddenly he did feel on-edge, his balls achingly full, their contents rolling like the ocean tide with every move. The smooth fabric of his loincloth was a perpetually light stroke along his shaft, stimulating him to new heights with no hope of release. "Please..."

"I'm setting the scene, Shiny. Now, where was I? His corded arms heft an axe stained with the blood of his many foes, all of them unsuccessful in felling the mighty Shining Armor. He expects the ogress to be no different, though from the tales of the villagers who tasked him with this quest, she may be his most difficult foe ye-"

"Not for this character!" Shining interrupted brightly. He hefted his silver axe, set with three sparkling gems. "I planned everything out for this barbarian. With the Axe of Tirek complementing all my choice of feats, I've maximized my benefits at a minimum cost! Pretty clever, right?" 

"Yes, dear, it's very clever. But what does your big, manly barbarian want to do now?"

"Enter the cave!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. He stepped forward into the mouth of the cave, his hooves clattered noisily on the solid rock and echoing into the darkness beyond. From his pack he pulled a torch, striking it against the walls to light it. "And light a torch to see, of course." 

"Good idea! It won't be necessary, though. As your barbarian wanders through the twists and turns of the ogress's cave, he notices a light. The ogress keeps lanterns, stolen from pony villages, to light her lair. You didn't think she'd like to live in the dark all the time, did you?"

Grumbling, Shining Armor tossed the lit torch away, the light doused by a damp corner of the cave. "But if she's put lanterns here, that means I must be close!" He advanced cautiously through the row of lanterns, increasingly aware of a shift in the cave's cool, earthy atmosphere. A warm, wet humidity seemed to envelop him like a glove, the air thick with something powerfully sexual. It felt more like a greenhouse than the depths of a cave, and it smelled like...

"...like a mare in heat. Or worse, perhaps, a stallion in rut! The ogress's powerful scent permeates the cave, her lust threatening to rekindle his own. Your barbarian's knees shake timidly beneath him, every breath filling his chest with more tainted air. Roll against Will to resist." 

"Rolling," he whispered shakily. Briefly he recalled the stories in the village. Whispers of the ogress stealing ponies away to sate her own endless needs. In all the rumors about the terrible ogress, it had been impossible to tell which were real and which were only fiction, but these stories seemed more and more true with every step. "What did I get?"

"Bad luck, a natural one! Sorry, dear, but you know what this means~"

He gulped as the heat began to build in his loins, his erection stirring once more. Already, before he could even see her, the ogress's primal need to mate was activating his own, chipping away at his resolve with every breath. And the smell was only getting stronger, concentrating as he neared the ogress herself. He whimpered, cock throbbing, precum drooling in a stream from his tip. A dark spot blossomed against his loincloth, the fabric absorbing as much of his excess as it could manage... until finally the steady drip, drip of his arousal reverberated around the walls. 

"The scent is all too effective at stirring the barbarian's passions, and not a moment too soon! Rounding the corner, the barbarian spies the lovely pink ogress, reclining on a bed of stolen mattresses, pillows, and sheets. His eyes travel slowly up her figure, lingering on great, trunk-like legs, bulging with muscle and power... then on a thick, half-erect cock nearly the size of his forearm. It throbs gently, bobbing with her every breath. Thin strips of cloth preserve what modesty they can, but there's no hiding that, nor the head-sized hills of her pleasantly plump breasts. Finally, he brings his eyes to her face, drinking in the savage beauty of a wildmare. Her mane is a ragged cloud of pink, purple, and pale gold, a radiant face only slightly dulled by a dusting of dirt and grime. It seems she's fast asleep, a serene smile spread across her face as she dreams."

"I... I have the element of surprise, don't I?" Shining whispered, trying to ignore his arousal. All the more potent now that he could actually see the ogress. "Can I sneak up on her?"

"Mm, maybe, dear. But you'll have to hurry. The ogress is stirring, muzzle twitching as it catches on a lust that isn't her own. Her massive endowment rises slowly to full mast, balls swelling slowly as they churn with fresh seed. Not even fully awake, the ogress's body can sense a new mate."

"Well, she won't have him," Shining muttered, hefting his axe. Even with the combat penalty from being pent-up, his desire for the ogress clouding his mind, the Axe of Tirek would end her swiftly. "Roll to strike." 

He swung fiercely at the ogress, only for the Axe of Tirek's handle to slip from his sweaty palms. It clanged noisily on the other side of the cavern... just past the ogress. 

"Another natural one! And how unfortunate, dear. That was the one thing that made your character so powerful! The ogress is fully awake now. Surprise flickers first across her face. Her lips curl upward into a lustful grin, desire twinkling in her violet eyes. How lucky she is that her next prize has come straight to her." 

"C-Cadance..." Shining winced, backing away as a half-ton of solid muscle and sexual need rose to her hooves. "I don't think my level is high enough for this encounter!" His eyes flitted to the axe across the cavern, then back to the enormous wildmare looming over him... and his gaze lingered there much longer. His barbarian was by no means small, but the ogress simply redefined big. Tits the size of his head filled his vision, barely restrained masses of pink breastflesh swaying like a hypnotist's coin. He almost moaned as his lungs filled with another breath of the ogress's scent, a potent, mind-fogging mixture of masculine and feminine. A voice in the back of his head told him he needed his axe, but another, much more insistent voice, wanted to see where this was going. "What... what happens next?" he asked. 

"The ogress advances slowly, sizing up her prey..."

Shining Armor retreated a little more quickly, sizing up his predator. A toned, rippling physique that outsized him any day of the week. The taunting grin on her face, punctuated by a lascivious wink as she took another floor-shaking step forward. He gulped as he felt her monstrous erection brush against his abs, leaving a warm, sticky reminder of the ogress's virility. 

"Satisfied that she's found a worthy catch, the ogress stops to lean down, staring your barbarian in the eye. What, she asks, might such a pretty little mare be doing in her den?"

"A mare?" Shining squeaked. "She thinks I'm a mare?!" 

"Of course," the ogress mouthed. "Such a lean little figure. Such lovely, wide hips..." A hand the size of a dinner plate reached down to cup his admittedly squeezable bottom. "What could you be but a mare?" 

"But, but!" He tore away his loincloth to reveal his own, achingly-hard erection. "I have this! I put points into it when I rolled this character. Doesn't that count?" 

"I see that," the ogress chuckled sweetly. "And it's lovely, sweetie." 

He blushed, biting his lip as the ogress's own equipment swung back into view. Half again his own length, dark cockflesh nearly filling the space between them. He was a stallion, of course, but by a wildpony's standards... He may as well have been a mare. A slutty little cockwarmer to fill with cum. His mind swam with fantasies of being the ogress's pet, of servicing that fat, black cock whenever she needed it. Which had to be constantly. He could almost feel his figure softening as he imagined being filled to bursting with her cum, so stuffed full with her seed that he was bound to gain more than a few pounds before he'd finished digesting it. And by then, those potently productive balls swinging between her legs would easily be ready to serve him another course. He groaned, drops of precum splashing on the floor.

"Somepony's excited!" the ogress giggled. A drop of pre the size of a golfball fell from her bobbing shaft, burying the output of his arousal in her own overwhelming need. "I think we should take care of that, don't you?"

Shining nodded dumbly. Second, by second, the untamable barbarian was finding himself more and more willing to be domesticated. He barely objected as the ogress led him over to her bed, guiding him down on his knees as she spread her powerful thighs for him. Her shaft stood like a monolith in his vision, his eyes tracing bulging veins as they ran up her throbbing stallionhood. Drops of pearly precum ran down them, one breaking over his muzzle. His nostrils flared as he drank in that addictive, overwhelming musk, straight from the source, and his cock throbbed harder than ever. 

"Well?" the ogress giggled, somewhere far above. Her hands roamed busily over the rest of her body, face hidden behind the shelf of her shadow-casting breasts. "Why don't you have a taste?"

Obediently, Shining wrapped his hands around the ogress's monstrous shaft, pulling it down until her fat, flared head came into view. He gave the slick tip a test lick, moaning as a cornucopia of salty, masculine tastes assaulted his tongue. One hand cupped her palm-filling balls, the other supporting her shaft near the medial ring, Shining opened wide and started sucking like his life depended on it. 





"You do know how to make a game entertaining, don't you, dear?" Cadance's voice giggled. "Think that's enough for this session? Should I bring you out of the game, now?"

Shining gurgled, vision blurry. The ogress stirred briefly at his side, arm wrapped possessively around his cum-bloated belly. "Urgh..." He felt sticky and full and... and satisfied. So very satisfied. He patted his belly, smiling as it jiggled. It felt like a waterbed now, filled with the thickest, warmest cream. "I'll stay a little longer," he said, sighing happily. "...I want to try this fight again."