> Game Night
>  by TheVClaw
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> Chapter One: Before the Quest [Non-Clop]
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“Aaaalllllllllllrighty then!” Spike chirped with a wide and satisfied-looking smile on his face. Even though he had his own seat at the Map Table in Twilight’s Castle of Friendship, the little dragon stood triumphantly atop Twilight’s chair while he stared down at his organized setup. After over an hour of preparation, Spike’s board layout was fully completed with a massive map that enveloped a third of the table, and dozens of various game pieces that were either precariously placed in various spots, or arranged neatly in wait at the sides for later. Even though he knew the overall setup was nothing more than a bunch of cardboard pieces atop a large sheet of paper, it was hard not to feel a strange sense of power upon knowing how the individual pieces were slated to move; and as his thick binder stood with the covers opened and pointed towards his seat, the dragon was excited to put his plans into action.

Spike was only expecting two other players to join him for the night’s festivities, but it was clear from his giddy-looking grin how much he was looking forward to his Bi-Weekly ‘Guys Night’. Along with setting up the board, the dragon also went out of his way to prepare plenty of refreshments for his friends. A large cooler was placed beside the table, and was filled to the brim with ice as several soda bottles had their necks peeking out from the surface. Spike also had a crock-pot plugged up and placed at the edge of the table, which was full of his signature queso dip to go along with the bags of chips he had laid out. He used to be really proud of the spicier variant he used to make, but apparently his idea of “spicy” was downright dangerous for most ponies. The last time he tried to set up an O&O session with his Ghost Pepper-infused recipe, he ended up needing to use his savings to repair the Apple Family’s plumbing bill later that week. 

Just as he opened up one of the bags of tortilla chips, Spike heard the heavy doors to the Map Room open up from the other side. A burly red stallion walked through the opening with a tired smile on his muzzle, and a couple of pizza boxes carefully propped on his back. “Heya, Spike!” said Big Macintosh with a wave of his hoof as he walked into the massive space by himself. Even though he tried to sound upbeat, the dragon was able to notice the small bags that were hanging underneath Mac’s eyes. He didn’t look nearly as bad as he did a while back during his sisters’ weird “investigation,” but Spike still noticed enough to know that the stallion could use some help. 

“Here, lemme get those,” said Spike before he hopped off his seat, and flew over towards Mac with his little wings buzzing rapidly. Before Big Mac could try to protest, Spike picked up both of those pizza boxes and zoomed back towards the table. The pizzas themselves were large enough for Spike to use as a blanket, but he didn’t seem too constrained by their weight as he laid them out carefully next to the crockpot. He didn’t try to sneak a peek at what Mac bought, but the savory scents coming from those steaming boxes was already making Spike’s mouth water. “Mmmmm… Thanks for getting these, Mac! I’ll be sure to pay you back after this session.”
 
“Ennope.” Big Mac instantly put his hoof up as he shook his head in refusal of that offer. “Nuh-Uh, Spike. Ah let you pay for the pizzas last time. S’Only fair Ah cover the pizzas this time around.”

Despite how sincerely he tried to make that point, the stallion’s generosity was rebuked by Spike saying, “Dude, come on! I live in a literal castle! I think I can cover the pizza tabs for these games.”

Regardless of the dragon’s point, Mac carried a snarkier smirk as he sat down in Rainbow Dash’s seat and pointed back at Spike. “No, Twilight can cover the tabs. You shouldn’t be doin’ that.”

Spike’s face instantly soured up as he shot a peeved-looking stare back at Mac. After groaning under his breath, the pouting drake placed his claws at the sides of his hips before saying, “Wow, way to go for that low of a blow.”

“Well, he’s not wrong, Spike,” noted a distinctly posh voice, which came out of nowhere closely enough to make the dragon and stallion jolt from their spots. Down at the game board Spike had set up, an unfamiliar piece of cardboard was moving on its own as it hopped closer towards the two friends. The game piece had a highly-detailed sketch of Discord, the draconequus God of Chaos, drawn atop the white-painted surface. The drawing was also fully moving within the parameters of the cardboard as it continued to jump across the map, before stopping in front of Spike to add politely, “If I may say, I believe you only have twenty two bits to your name in your bedroom. And Big Macintosh’s order, if I recall correctly, rounds up to twenty four bits total at that pizza place he came from. So unless you want to deal with the awkwardness of owing a friend two bits you don’t have, I would suggest you accept his offer.”

For most ponies, having a gaming piece spring to life and lecturing them about finances would be the craziest day of their life. But for Big Macintosh and Spike, who were fairly used to Discord’s shenanigans by that point, they treated his unconventional appearance like it was just another Friday night. So instead of freaking out at the draconequus’ entrance to their conversation, Spike just sulked in annoyance while crossing his pudgy arms over his chest. Meanwhile, Big Mac tried not to snicker from how the dragon looked in his blushed and pouting state. 

“Honestly, Ah got it for twelve bits with a coupon Ah got,” admitted Mac with a slightly sheepish shrug. “But, uhhh… honestly, considerin’ all the work you go through to make these Guys Nights for us, Ah really don’t mind payin’ for a pizza.”

It was clear that Spike still didn’t seem entirely happy about his friend’s insistence. However, instead of making a big deal about it (especially after Discord brought up that embarrassing financial detail), the dragon was able to relent as he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Alright, fine. I won’t try to cover the pizza tab,” he said with a defeated tone, before he pointed a claw back at Mac and added, “But! I’m covering it next time!”

Big Mac sighed with an accepting nod in response to Spike, but his casually faint grin made it clear he wasn’t going to take it too seriously. Meanwhile, a large poof of magic made the game piece Discord was posing as disappear from the table. In less than a second, the draconequus reappeared in his more conventional form, while seated atop a giant beanbag chair that was hovering over the Map Room. Even though neither of the pizza boxes have been opened yet, it seemed that Discord had already helped himself to a slice that he began to eat crust-first. “Hmmm… I wonder if that exchange would be something Twilight could use for her Friendship Notes?~”

Big Mac instantly shuddered with distaste the instant those last two words were said. “Ughh… Please don’t mention those dang books,” he muttered with a strong sneer on his muzzle, as well as a shake of his head. “The farm still gets weirdos tryin’ to mooch off of us ‘cause of that…”

Spike winced uncomfortably, already aware of how badly those published Friendship Journals backfired on all of them. The popularity of that book may have went away like a bad fad, but he knew that most of the girls were still dealing with rabid fans and ‘critics’. And judging by Mac’s groggy-looking state, Spike looked back at him cautiously as he decided to ask, “So, umm… I take it that’s why you look so tired right now?”

“Hmm? Oh!” Even though that question took him off-guard, Mac had enough self awareness to recognize Spike’s point without getting offended. Instead, the red pony shook his head before rubbing his eyes with a hoof. “N-No, it ain’t like that,” he said with an honest smile that matched his tone of voice. “Ah’ve just been workin’ a lot more since AJ’s doin’ so much for the School recently. Ah was gonna go the spa with Sugar Belle yesterday, but uhhhh… that kinda didn’t happen…”

Big Mac’s smile depleted after mentioning that last part, and he exhaled with a saddened look as he stared blankly back at the game board. Discord’s beanbag chair lowered down until he ended up sitting right beside Mac’s seat, and he said sympathetically, “Oh, right… She’s still in Canterlot for that large catering job, isn’t she?”

While Mac nodded his head with a silent scowl on his face, Spike raised a brow at Discord and asked, “Wait, how do you know about that?”

The dragon may have thought that question was valid enough to ask, but he was quickly proven wrong when Discord craned his neck to look back towards him. The draconequus carried a flat stare as he answered rather bluntly, “Spike, I’m a near-omnipotent demigod who can predict and conjure anything I could possibly wish. Why in Equestria would I not know something as basic as Sugar Belle’s whereabouts?”

Spike stared back at him wide-eyed in shock, not expecting a response as meta as that. Meanwhile, Big Mac shrugged his shoulders after taking a moment to process Discord’s answer. “Uhhh… Honestly, Ah can’t argue with that logic.”

Spike grew an annoyed look back at Discord, but couldn’t say anything before he closed his eyes and sighed to himself. “Yeah, I… I honestly can’t either…” Even though he hated to think Discord was being right (especially when it gives the draconequus an excuse to act all cocky about it afterward), the little dragon couldn’t really say much about his chaotic friend’s abilities as he sat himself down in Twilight’s chair. “But still, I’m sure Sugar Belle is doing alright in Canterlot,” he said with a sincere smile back at Mac, who was grateful enough to nod back at him affirmatively. 

Meanwhile, Discord snapped his paw to make himself and his beanbag chair disappear from Mac’s side of the table. He then instantly reappeared by himself in Fluttershy’s chair, and laid out sideways over the armrests while smirking at his friends. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’d rather get on with our planned activities if we can~”

Spike and Big Mac rolled their eyes with amused smiles, neither of which willing to point out how Discord used to despise the idea of partaking in a game of Ogres and Oubliettes. But ever since that first session the three played, the draconequus had grown into quite the natural when it came to playing out the various quests Spike created as Dungeon Master. And since three players was preferable to only two, Spike wasn’t complaining about the draconequus’ insistence as he grabbed his DM binder to begin. “Hey, that sounds good to me!~ You ready, Big Mac?”

The red stallion nodded while using a paper plate to pull out a couple slices of pizza. “Eeyup!~”

“Awesome!” Spike began to thumb through the pages in his binder, looking for the specific notes he had for that night’s quest. He used his free claw to reach out towards his queso, and helped himself to a generous helping with a chip that he munched on happily. “Hmmm… I just had the notes in here somewhere…”

“Ooh! Can I guess what the quest you made entails?~” Discord didn’t wait for Spike to respond to that question, and pulled out an ornate white envelope from under his armpit. By the time Mac and Spike took notice of their friend, the draconequus was wearing a heavy robe and matching turban, which had a decorative eye-shaped medal strapped to the front. Discord closed his eyes as he tapped the side of his envelope to his turban, and hummed with a concentrated look on his face. “Let me see… Princess Shmarity is captured… we’re asked to retrieve her by a mysterious figure… we encounter a large beast on our quest… aaaaaaand she kisses Spike’s character on the lips as a reward…”

Big Macintosh continued to munch on his pizza while looking between Spike and Discord, not wanting to ask what his chaotic friend was trying with his little skit. Meanwhile, Spike grew a peeved-looking glare that was pointed right at the draconequus. Unfortunately, the dragon’s stare was completely unnoticed by the time Discord reopened his eyes, and opened up the envelope to read the note card inside. “List four tropes that always appear in Spike’s O&O Quests~”

Mac almost choked on his pizza as he covered his muzzle with a hoof, and tried his hardest not to laugh at that reveal. Spike gritted his teeth with an upset scowl pointed Discord’s way, which didn’t detract from the draconequus’ shit-eating grin by any means. “Oh, come on, Discord!” shouted Spike with an offended look on his face, before his crossed his arms tightly. “That’s not true at all!”

“Uhhhh…” Big Mac didn’t want to irritate Spike more than he already was, but he couldn’t help shrugging his shoulders while giving a hesitant look. “Well, Ah mean… you kinda do have us save that character a lot…”

“Yeah, because it’s a simple and straight-forward quest story to write!” shouted Spike defensively. “I mean, we only do these sessions every two weeks, so it’s not like we can make the storylines that complicated!”

“Yes, but they can be a little less clichèd as well~” Discord was now wearing a tweed jacket with a sweater-vest and thick-rimmed glasses, and was properly seated in his chair while looking like a college professor. He was holding up a thick-looking book with no discernable markings on the front cover, and spoke like he was reading facts derived directly from the pages inside. “In the months I’ve spent joining you two on these quests, we’ve saved Princess Shmarity a total of twelve times. You’ve also defeated five hydras with the same ‘Magic Missile’ spell, had us go through six ravines full of Spiders using fire-breath as a weapon, looted nine dragon hoards for riches and valuable potions, and used eight different instances of the overused ‘Character who you think is helpful ends up being the villain’ trope.”

Spike blinked a couple times while staring back at Discord in utter befuddlement. Even though he looked like he wanted to say something about all the things the draconequus listed, nothing dismissive was able to come out of the dragon’s mouth. Big Mac didn’t seem to notice any faults in Discord’s notes either, and took a moment to look between them before stating his point. “Ummm…” Despite his sheepishly apprehensive tone, Mac made a small glance back at Spike and said apologetically, “Honestly, ummm… you do put those in a lot of our quests.”

Spike sighed with a strong roll of his eyes, but his pissed-off scowl kept him from saying anything just yet. Even though he knew that Discord wasn’t inherently wrong (especially about the ‘surprise villain reveal’ trope, which he’d admit he developed shortly after Cozy Glow’s arrest), the fact that the draconequus listed every clichè so methodically wasn’t the best compliment to the dragon’s storytelling skills. Not to mention, hearing his other friend agree to such a thing was enough to cause Spike to turned disheartened, before he slumped back in his seat with a saddened look. “Well… So much for my plans for the Carnival of Despair storyline…”

Mac winced painfully upon hearing Spike’s morose tone, and clearly felt bad for Discord’s mood-dampening analysis. Unfortunately, Discord himself seemed more focused on the title of Spike’s planned quest, which prompted him to raise up his claw and ask, “The big villain reveal of that story is a clown, isn’t it?”

“GAH!!!” Spike threw his claws up and groaned in even greater annoyance. “Dude, come ON! At least give me something to feel original!”

Discord shrugged his shoulders with the briefest look of contemplation on his face, before he sighed and added with hesitance, “Well… considering how I’ve been alive for countless millennia, I have enough worldly knowledge to get the gist of most fictional media. So in my opinion, I should point out that it’s not exactly easy for anyone to come up with a story that wouldn’t be similar to something else. If anything, it should only matter that you try, which you clearly do.”

Discord leaned back in his seat after giving that bout of wisdom, which carried enough depth to leave Spike and Mac speechless for a moment. Big Mac blinked a couple times before looking back at Spike with an impressed smirk, appearing hopeful that the draconequus’ words were uplifting enough for his friend to accept. However, even though Spike looked fairly less upset about his plans, he still had a saddened pout while looking away from Discord with his arms crossed. “Well… Thanks for that, I guess…”

Now it was Discord’s turn to look upset. Considering how much effort Spike put into this Guys Night, the draconequus hated to think that his remarks would ruin all of their plans so effortlessly. Fortunately, it seemed that Mac was able to catch the being’s curt expression before Spike could. So before Discord could think to say anything more, the stallion decided to add with a genuine smile, “Y’know… given how hard it’d be for me to write out any quests, Ah’m honestly pretty impressed at how many you’ve been able to do, Spike.”

“Uh huh…” Spike was still slumped against one of the crystal chair’s armrests with a downtrodden look, his spirits too depleted to let a couple kind words pull him back up. Mac’s ears pulled down in trepidation following his compliment, and his optimism started to sink due to Spike’s state. However, Discord wasn’t the type to just let things go without something satisfying happening. So while Spike remained fairly disheartened, the draconequus brought up his paw so he could speak more authoritatively.

“You know what? If you’ve been organizing every quest since the beginning, maybe you could let someone else take the reins once or twice? I mean, I might be fairly novice in the mechanics of O&O, but I wouldn’t be against suggesting an idea or two~”

Instead of making the mood any better, Discord ended up just making Spike more upset as he turned back towards him, and asked with a flat glare, “Oh, was that your plan the whole time, Discord? You know, you could’ve asked to do a quest without making my skills feel like crap.”

Big Macintosh winced and scratched the back of his mane, trying to appear as casual as possible so he’d avoid any confrontation by either one of the two creatures before him. Meanwhile, Discord huffed back at Spike with a more offended look on his face. “Well, excuse me for pointing out some small errors to help you grow as a storyteller! And despite what you may think, I did not make those criticisms for the sole purpose of an end-goal as petty as that.”

With a snap of his talons, Discord made the book he was previously holding poof away with a bright pink cloud of magic. A different book took its place in his claw, and featured an odd-looking array of symbols that were engraved on the front cover. The pages between the leather bindings carried a more yellowish hue, and looked to be fairly older than the last book he was holding. Discord then gave the dusty old book the gift of flight as two bat-like wings sprouted from both sides of its spine, and it fluttered across the table to land in front of Spike seat. 

“If you must know the truth of the matter,” continued Discord while he leaned back in his chair with his arms tightly crossed, and watched Spike curiously open up the book himself. “I happened to have made a lot of different stories of my own creation while I was locked away in stone. I never thought of myself as a novelist or anything, but Fluttershy encouraged me to write them down on paper just in case. Now, I would never even think about enduring the arduous process of having my works published by some literacy group, who likely wouldn’t understand my writing prowess anyways. However, I was considering having one of my stories be converted to a quest for this game.”

Big Mac got out of his seat to peer in on the novel as well. Spike hummed to himself in thought while holding the large book in both claws, and took a minute or so to read through a couple pages of Discord’s writings. The text was hand-drawn with a uniquely-tinted purple ink, and the calligraphy was skilled enough to make the dragon blink a few times in befuddlement; considering how he spent most of his life writing as a Royal Advisor, the fact that Discord had such perfect handwriting was more than a little unnerving. However, despite any lingering feelings of inadequacy he may have carried on his own end, Spike’s brows couldn’t help raising up as he read through a couple of the detailed passages the draconequus had written up. Even Mac had to tilt his head upon catching Discord’s articulate worldbuilding, and whistled to himself with an impressed nod. “Wow, uhhhh… This actually ain’t too bad…”

Spike didn’t say anything as he continued reading, but the apprehensive skew he was carrying across his face made it clear he had some opinions of his own. He only read a few pages of some random section, but the scene was written with enough vivid imagery that he was able to appreciate the scene by itself. He hated to admit it to himself (and especially towards someone like Discord), but Spike couldn’t deny that the draconequus may have some legitimate talent when it came to writing fiction. Even though he shouldn’t have been too surprised by such a revelation, the dragon didn’t try to say anything about it by the time he handed the book back to Discord.

“If it makes you feel any better,” assured Discord as he let his book fly back into his claw, “I will sincerely apologize if my earlier comments made you feel self-conscious. While I was wanting to suggest hosting a quest myself, I simply wanted to do so in order to show my gratitude towards you both. I never meant to make you feel like your own efforts weren’t worth continuing, and I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”

Spike’s scowled expression softened quite a bit from that additional comment, having learned from their Tirek incident how Discord actually sounds when he’s genuine about something. And despite still feeling suspicious, Spike could tell that he did mean that apology he just gave. Mac gave an apprehensive shrug when the dragon glanced back at him, as well as an affirming nod of his head to show he trusted Discord too. So after a few seconds of silence, Spike sighed before turning his attention towards Discord to ask, “Okay, so… this is a one-time thing, right? I mean, the whole ‘You hosting a quest’ thing, that is…”

Discord gave a warmer smile while nodding his head to Spike’s clarification. “Absolutely! I’ll even add a time-pausing spell so that our session won’t last too long. By the time we finish, we’ll be back where we are right now, completely unharmed and the same as before.”

Spike tapped his chin as he thought that detail over, clearly tempted despite any obvious red-flags. Big Mac seemed intrigued as well, and decided to ask while the dragon was silent, “What, ummmm… what kind of quest were you thinkin’?”

Discord’s grin immediately grew to an obscenely wide length, and his eyes narrowed on Mac quickly enough to make the stallion look worried. “Ohhhh… I have a feeling that both of you will absolutely love what I have planned out for us~”

Before either of the two could try to protest, Discord reopened the book to reveal a massive and overly-ornate title, that was spread out across two pages for Spike and Mac to clearly read: The Tower of Temptation

“Basically,” began the draconequus as he let go of his book, and allowed it to soar across the room with its pages fluttering in the breeze. Several pages fell out of the book, and morphed into origami-folded characters that landed on the table. Other pages fell out to fold into specific set-pieces, and helped to better reenact the story it's three heroes would have to face. “In ‘The Tower of Temptation,’ we would be tasked with finding a map, which happens to be stored at the very top of a castle tower. The castle, which used to be one of many owned by Princess Shmarity, has been overthrown by a tyrannical King who wishes to turn the space into his personal harem…”

Several of Discord’s ripped-out pages formed themselves into a basic sculpture of the castle itself, which had multiple towers stemming from behind its thick outer walls. Inside of the castle grounds, Spike and Mac could see at least a dozen origami figures walking around in small lines, almost looking like slaves within the paper-built space. Meanwhile, Discord continued to explain the quest’s backstory as best as he could. “Now, the King himself doesn’t have much interest in the opposite gender, so Shmarity and all the other females have been banished to a different region. In order to know where the King took them, we would have to find a way inside of the castle, and avoid the countless temptations in our way to retrieve the map of their last-known location.”

Three of the paper figures could be seen sneaking their way into the castle grounds, with Mac and Spike staring from up above with curious looks. Big Mac rubbed the underside of his chin in thought, and seemed rather piqued by Discord’s plan. Meanwhile, Spike appeared more confused than anything else, and paused Discord’s backstory to ask, “Wait a minute. So… If the King isn’t interested in girls, why is he turning the castle into a harem? I mean, wouldn’t he want some of them there when he, ummm… wait…”

As Spike’s words faltered, neither of the older guys tried to speak up while staring at him flatly. Fortunately for Discord and Mac, it didn’t take long for the dragon’s eyes to widen in realization. “Oh… OH!”

“Eeyup,” chirped Mac with a knowing nod towards Spike. He then motioned back at Discord and said, “Ah ain’t gonna lie, that’s a bit… different…” Despite having a bright red coat of fur, Mac’s blush could be seen by how easily his freckles became invisible behind his pinkish hue. Of course, Spike looked especially flustered by the idea Discord was presenting them, and his face became just as red as Mac’s.

“What? I don’t see anything wrong with presenting… ‘Alternative Interests’ here and there~” Discord’s grin remained wickedly wide while he was leaning back in Fluttershy’s chair, and took a moment before adding with a shrug, “Besides, did either of you really think a being like me would be purely straight? If I were to be honest, I find the whole idea of individual orientations to be rather pointless in the grand scheme of things~”

Spike already knew that Pinkie Pie and Princess Cadance carried similar viewpoints, so he wasn’t too surprised to discover that Discord would be Pansexual as well. “Hey, we’re not judging or anything,” he said insistently with both claws raised up. “Mac and I are just, ummm… surprised, that’s all.”

“Eeyup!” nodded Big Mac firmly, not wanting someone like Discord to assume he had a single homophobic bone in his body. Luckily, Discord’s understanding nod and smile were enough to make his friends know he wasn’t assuming anything even close to that. 

“Well, I also had another reason to take my quest into such a direction,” added the chaotic being, who made sure to give a preemptive nod towards Spike before saying, “For you see, I was hoping to try a round of Ogres and Oubliettes that would be a little less… family friendly, if you catch my drift~”

Despite how young he may have looked, Spike scoffed rather casually in response to Discord’s wording. “Well, the fact you’re talking about harems kinda clarified that detail, dude.”

Mac nodded with a brief “Mmhmm,” but raised up his brows before he asked quizzically, “But, ummm… are ya really sure doin’ a more mature quest would be the best idea?”

Big Macintosh may have had a clear tone of worry in his voice, but Discord was quick to point a claw at Spike for his first point. “Well, Spike is legally old enough to be considered an adult through Equestrian law, is he not? If anything, I honestly figured that he would be ecstatic about doing something more... appropriate for his age.”

Mac glanced back at Spike for a moment, needing to remind himself that the dragon technically was a legal adult. Despite his young appearance (as well as the tremendously long life spans dragons possessed), Spike was only a few years younger than Twilight, and was legally old enough to do everything Mac could. Because of that fact, Spike shrugged with a more impressed smile while looking back at Big Mac. “You know what? It’s hard not to respect Discord for acknowledging that~”

“Thank you,” said the draconequus as he nodded gratefully at Spike. He then turned his attention to Mac as he gave his second reason rather casually. “And considering how my quest idea involves some fictionalized instances of sexual content, I figured you would be more comfortable with the idea if no mares were involved. Even though I’m certain Sugar Belle would understand regardless, I’m hopeful that making it purely male-oriented would help you better distance things from reality.”

Big Macintosh didn’t appear to be the most comfortable with Discord’s idea, but he still nodded to himself while processing that logic. Considering how seriously he was taking his relationship with Sugar Belle, the idea of even looking at another mare inappropriately felt near-unforgivable to the stallion. But at the same time, even Mac couldn’t deny that Discord was providing one heck of an intriguing loophole. He may have not carried the best trust in the draconequus (especially after the Hearts & Hooves Day fiasco), but his curiosity got the best of him as he tilted his head to the side, and replied, “Welp… Ah suppose it can’t really be considered cheatin’ if Ah don’t do nuthin, right?”

“Well, that and the fact that everything is made of cardboard,” clarified Discord as he nodded his head. “But the point of this quest is to avoid temptation, so I’d say you would have a bit of an advantage~”

Neither Mac or Spike could argue with that logic, and nodded back at the draconequus with newfound looks of interest. Even though it was obvious that the two were hesitant, the dragon and farmpony weren’t downright rejecting Discord’s proposal either. In fact, both of them seemed fairly open to the idea before Discord asked with a friendly grin, “So… are you guys in, or are you out?~”

Mac and Spike looked back at each other briefly, and gave a silent nod to show they were on the same page. Spike was the first to speak back towards Discord, and said, “Alright, I think we’re both in on this idea. BUT!”

The moment Spike raised up a claw to emphasize his firmer tone, Discord became more attentive as he sat upright in his seat. Meanwhile, the little dragon carried a strong and stoic stare as he pointed at Discord, and said warningly, “If we’re going to let you host this quest, you have to join us too!”

With a resoundingly theatrical poof of magic, Discord gave his answer by appearing in the bright green tunic his O&O character wore. “Consider it done, Garbunkle~”

Spike looked down at himself in confusion, and gasped the moment he realized he was already donning the pale green robe and wizard hat, as well as the thick beard that his character usually wore. Big Mac jolted in his seat upon finding himself dressed as his character Sir McBiggun, with the heavy viking helmet covering his head and showing off his character’s unicorn horn. Even though this wasn’t the first time they’ve been dressed up like their avatars, they were still surprised that Discord enacted the magic so suddenly. Meanwhile, the archer known as Captain Wuzz was already grinning in anticipation as he put his claw out in the middle of the table. “Well, gentlemen?~ Are you ready to storm the Tower of Temptation?”

Thee draconequus’ wide and sinister-looking grin should’ve been enough of a red flag to Spike and Big Mac that something was amiss. Unfortunately, since the mood of the quest was already picking up, it didn’t take long for ‘Garbunkle’ and ‘Sir McBiggun’ to throw caution into the wind. The Wizard and Knight were already intrigued by what their chaotic Archer may have had planned, and Captain Wuzz’s paw was soon joined by the dragon’s claw, and the unicorn’s hoof. 

“I’m in~” said Spike with a firm nod of his bearded head. 

Big Macintosh did the same as he gave a confident-sounding “Eeyup!”

Discord already had his claw raised to give that starting snap, and was grinning like an absolute madman as he said with a devilish purr, “That’s good to hear… because this game won’t be easy to win~”
> Chapter Two: The Tower of Temptation
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SNAP!!!

Twilight Sparkle’s castle may have been a marvel in magic-based security (despite how easily Chrysalis’ drones and Starlight Glimmer broke into it), but all of the precautions the Princess could’ve made to her home were pretty much pointless in comparison to Discord’s abilities. With just a single snap of his talons, the draconequus completely transformed the Map Room of Twilight’s castle into something far beyond any comprehension. His chaotic magic expanded the interior space of the already massive room, and made the walls seemingly disappear into a far-off abyss like the place was now outdoors. The crystal floors transformed into a large gridlocked expansion made of cardboard, with its symmetrical lines spreading out for what looked to be miles all across. Out in the distance, gigantic dice of multiple shapes and types were strewn about in varying colors, which helped to add a lot of artistry against the eerily artificial blue skies. And instead of the Map Room’s crystal table, all that could be seen across the checkered ground were countless pieces of life-sized trees made from cardboard cutouts. 

In the middle of this magic-infused landscape Discord created, he and his two companions were standing in the middle of it all with looks varying from excitement to trepidation. Spike -- or more appropriately, ‘Garbunkle’ due to his wizard getup -- was hopeful that his nervous smile and blush wasn’t too evident while wearing his thick white beard. As for Big Macintosh, who was donned in his black armor and helmet as ‘Sir McBiggun,’ seemed a bit more wary as he looked around the game board with his muzzle clenched shut. And Discord, who was already in his green tunic with his archery gear and oversized eyebrows, carried an especially sly-looking grin as he took a deep breath, and sighed blissfully to better savor the moment. 

“Aaaaahhhhh… Nothing like starting up a good game~” The Archer craned his neck back to glance over at his companions, who were still scanning their surroundings across the game board. “So, are the two of you ready to face the castle?”

“Ummm…” Garbunkle squinted his eyes as he glanced out at the horizon, and readjusted the brim of his hat to better deflect the sunlight from his sights. “... is that the castle all the way out there?”

Garbunkle pointed out to the distance with his free claw, and Sir McBiggun glanced out to see the peculiar item as well. Quite a ways away from the three, a large cardboard structure could be seen peeking out above the horizon of the board. Even though it was hard for either the Wizard or Knight to clearly see, the familiar shapes seemed to look like that of a cartoonish castle. Fortunately for the dragon, Captain Wuzz was quick to nod to Garbunkle’s question and say, “Indeed that is!~ It’s good to see you kept up on your perception stats.”

Garbunkle looked away from the Archer with a bashful blush, seeming rather happy to have his avatar progress noticed like that. Meanwhile, Sir McBiggun narrowed his eyes with a skewed muzzle as he tried to ask, “So, uhhh… are we gonna have to walk all the way out there? ‘Cause if so, that’s one heckuva trip...”

While the burly unicorn scratched the back of his neck with hesitance, Garbunkle took notice of the distance as he grew apprehensive as well. But for Captain Wuzz, who merely scoffed with a roll of his eyes, his playful smirk didn’t dissipate as he suggested, “Well, we could try one of Garbunkle’s fast-travel spells. As long as we roll a thirteen or higher, we won’t gain any damage points from the magical strain.

The Wizard seemed alright with that option, and raised up the massive wooden staff that was over twice his height. “Hey, I’d rather try that instead of walking!”

McBiggun agreed with a quick nod and a “Eeyup,” which was good enough to make Discord’s magic come into play. Captain Wuzz waved his claw up to the skies, but tried not to make his conjuring too obvious while a massive twenty-sided die soared out from up above. The giant icosahedron fell down at a terrifyingly quick rate, and caused the Wizard and Knight to scurry back several steps. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz remained standing with a confident grin, and didn’t even flinch when the die collided with the ground just inches from him. The impact caused a strong gust of wind to blow out around the three, but the draconequus was the only one who didn’t shield himself from it. Instead, he merely looked up to the skies, where a reflective cloud was hovering over the hunk of black plastic to reveal the landing number. 

“Ooh!~ You rolled yourself a seventeen!”

Garbunkle and McBiggun looked up at the mirror-like cloud, and smiled upon seeing the reversed number clear as day. “Alright!” said the Wizard as he raised up his staff, and conjured up a strong glow of magic from the white gem at the end of it. With a magical poof similar to Twilight’s teleportation spells, the three players instantly disappeared from sight. And with another puff of magic, the trio reappeared at the base of a large cliff made of a stack of construction paper, which happened to be placed by the side of one of the castle walls. 

“Ughhh…” Despite the fast-travel spell being a success, the dragon still had to shiver in discomfort after experiencing such a sudden teleportation. “Man, how does Twilight do that so easily?”

McBiggun shrugged his shoulders, not having much experience on the matter despite his unicorn horn. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz reached into the quiver strapped to his back, and pulled out three binoculars for himself and the other players. “Here you guys go,” he said with a chipper tone that seemed almost unnaturally friendly. “Since we have the perfect vantage point, it might be best to scan the scene and plan our next move~”

The dragon and unicorn nodded while taking their binoculars, and were quick to situate themselves behind a large Jenga block posing as a fallen log. With Captain Wuzz sitting beside them in the hiding spot, the three gazed through their lenses to scan the inside of the castle. However, while the draconequus grinned wickedly to the perverted sights he could see down below, Garbunkle and McBiggun both gasped upon seeing the same things. Meanwhile within the cardboard walls bordering the castle, it seemed that quite a lot of action was unfolding that caused the Wizard and Knight’s faces to instantly blush.

“Are… Are those…” McBiggun gawked through his binoculars for another moment, his baffled expression intensifying by the second. By the time he was finally able to put his lenses down, he immediately glared at the draconequus as he shouted, “Are those my Royal Guard action figures down there?!”

While Captain Wuzz gave a shrug and a shit-eating grin back at the Knight, Garbunkle continued to stare at the plastic debauchery happening through his binoculars. Down within the fake castle grounds, it seemed that Discord’s earlier synopsis of a harem was a light way to interpret the state it was in now. Over a dozen plastic figures of Royal Guards had blotches of grey paint covering up their armor, and had strings of twine binding their muzzles shut. Thick strings were also keeping many of them on leashes, which gave the setting an eerily similar appearance to what Canterlot went through during the Storm King’s invasion. Of course, it wasn’t the bondage or slavery motif that made the Wizard’s lips purse in tightly, or caused his face to burn brightly with a profound blush. Instead, it was what many of those action figures could be seen doing for their captors.

A row or cardboard stocks were set up beside one of the castle walls, each holding one of the captured stallions to lock them in place; meanwhile behind their bound bodies, stallion figures that were painted over with a dark blue color were laughing dominantly while rutting into their backsides. Their heavy thrusts were hard enough to rock the stocks back and forth unstably, not that it seemed to bother the stallions getting fucked in their restraints. In fact, from what the dragon could see through his binoculars, it almost looked like they were moaning by how open their muzzles looked. Although, given all the other gay sex that was unfolding around the castle grounds, it was shocking that stocks were even necessary.

Within the gridlocked space of the castle, it seemed that there weren’t many spaces a player could move around where they wouldn’t encounter one of those figures having sex. Garbunkle could count at least five different captive stallions being brutally bent over against the ground, and being pounded mercilessly by their grinning captors. He could also see a couple of figures laid out in front of another captor, and taking turns giving him head while he was laid back against the wall. The dragon’s eyes eventually took notice of one leashed stallion tugging direly against his restraints, and struggling to get in close to a taunting captor who had his hind-leg raised teasingly. Much to Garbunkle’s shock, it seemed that Discord’s magic made Mac’s action figures very anatomically correct; even from his vantage view, he was able to see that the pony had a rather thick, and throbbing cock that his slave was struggling to get within licking distance of. 

“Ummm… that’s unexpected,” the dragon muttered to himself, not realizing how red his face had gotten while staring at the plastic orgy occurring down below. 

McBiggun was looking through his binoculars as well, but had a much more notable pout while shaking his head. “Dammit, Discord… did ya have to paint them?”

“I gave your action figures penises, and that’s what’s bothering you?” asked Captain Wuzz while holding up two paint-brushes, still glistening with the wet paint used for those action figures. As the Knight looked away from his binoculars to stare at him intensely, the draconequus sighed and added, “Alright, alright... don’t worry, I promise I’ll restore them to their original condition after this is all finished.”

“Yeah, you better,” growled the unicorn with a strong glare back at the Archer. “My Dad bought me those toys.”

Despite how hard it was to look elsewhere, Spike had to pull the binoculars away from his face while sucking some air through his teeth. Fantasy or not, that detail was enough to make the dragon wince in sympathy. Unfortunately, Captain Wuzz saw that fact as more of a positive as he said, “Well, hopefully that’ll be a better incentive to not be tempted by them and win the game~”

The stallion’s glare didn’t dissipate in the slightest, which caused Wuzz’s optimistic smile to falter quite a bit. Luckily for the two, Garbunkle decided to speak up with one of his claws raised. “So, ummm… if we’re going to storm the castle for the map, we should probably come up with a plan, right?”

The two glanced back at the Wizard briefly, before Garbunkle and McBiggun turned their sights towards Captain Wuzz. Even though the Archer was technically hosting the game, he was quick to put his paw and claw up and say, “Hey, I just gave you two the setting and the overall goal. I never said anything about showing you the method to win it. That’s all on you.”

Garbunkle wanted to say something judgemental about that answer, but he knew that Discord was technically in the right. When it comes to table-top gaming, one of the biggest appeals is the fact that a quest can go any which way a player chooses. And even though a Dungeon Master is meant to craft the story in every way they could envision, it wasn’t like the Entity of Chaos couldn’t improvise if needed. So instead of getting upset about Captain Wuzz’s assessment, the dragon looked back at McBiggun and said with a shrug, “Well… if you have any ideas, we’d love to hear it.”

The stallion huffed through his nostrils in thought, and went back to peering through his binoculars for better intel. “Well… the castle walls seem to be mighty strong. Ah doubt my sword can help much…”

Garbunkle was peering through his pair as well, and sighed with a saddened nod. “Yeah… And the front gates look sturdy too. I’m not sure if we can really break in, and I can’t do another teleportation spell for three more turns--NNGHH!!”

The dragon instantly looked away from his binoculars with his eyes wide-open, and his blush re-intensified. “Ummm… I didn’t expect to see the figures doing that…”

McBiggun wanted to ask what got his friend so flustered, but he gasped in shock as soon as he spotted the same thing Garbuckle did. Down in the middle of the castle court, the unicorn could see through his binoculars while one of his figures was fully tied-up in string. While the plastic stallion sat with a blissful smile and his mouth wide-open, four of the captor ponies were cackling maniacally while masturbating around him. And judging by the glossy white blotches that were drizzled along the figure’s face and body, it seemed that Discord’s magic made their newfound anatomy fully functional as well. 

While the Wizard tried to control his breathing and keep from getting too overwhelmed, McBiggun covered his face with both hooves with a look of regret. “Nnnnnnnngggg… Ah think my childhood just died a little...”

“Oh, pish-posh,” jeered Captain Wuzz with a wave of his paw. “Shouldn’t you be happy your toys are having fun?~”

The stallion looked like he was about to kill their Archer for that statement, but Garbuckle hummed audibly enough to catch both of the other players’ interests. “Hmmm… that’s an interesting point, actually…”

When the two turned their attention to the dragon, he was staring at the castle without his binoculars while speaking out loud. “I mean… the stallions in that castle were enslaved, but… none of them seem too upset about it…”

McBiggun’s brows raised up in revelation, and he blinked a couple times upon realizing his friend was right. Even though those figures were being bound and enslaved by some really pervy captors, they all seemed fairly… happy about their new roles. Even when they were being leashed and bound into stocks, neither of the players noticed any saddened faces from their vantage point. The Wizard and Knight slowly turned their attention back towards the smirking draconequus, but the only answer he was willing to give was a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Hmmm… perhaps there’s something going on worth investigating~”

Even with Captain Wuzz’s sly grin, the Knight and Wizard both scoffed with rolls of their eyes. The sight within those castle grounds may have been shocking to say the least, but they both knew it was likely better to stick to their goal. So instead of thinking of the explanation for those slaves acting so complacent, Garbuckle and McBiggun looked back towards the giant tower looming over the castle. It almost looked like a gigantic toilet paper roll among the rest of the cardboard fortress, and the exterior appeared to be rather smooth without any grip points.

“Hmmm… I don’t think we can climb that from the outside,” pondered the dragon while tugging at his beard. 

“Ennope,” said McBiggun in agreement with a shake of his head. “And judgin’ by how far away it is, Ah doubt Captain Wuzz’s arrows can hit it and stick.”

“I’m afraid not,” noted the Archer with a solemn nod of his head. “From this distance, the closest I can hit are the ledges to those walls. But with all of the Guards still down there, it would be impossible to go in unseen.”

The two glanced back down at the main court of the cardboard fortress, and sighed upon realizing Wuzz was right. Despite how preoccupied all of those guys may have been with their moaning slaves, it was doubtful they could sneak in without at least one Guard taking notice. Not to mention, they would also need a plan to safely escape the castle as well. McBiggun groaned while pinching the bridge of his snout, not feeling too confident about any alternative plans. However, the ever-blushing dragon darted his eyes between his fellow players, and that looming castle that was piquing his curiosity. The quest may have been called The Tower of Temptation, but the dragon didn’t seem to notice anything too unusual when he opened his mouth to speak.

“Well, ummm… what if one of us was a distraction?”

Sir McBiggun and Captain Wuzz turned to stare at the Wizard, whose nervous blush was just barely concealed by his thick beard. Even though it was clear that Garbunkle seemed hesitant, he took a deep breath while strengthening the grip around his staff. “I mean… If Captain Wuzz used his arrow to hit the wall, and I used an invisibility spell on myself before climbing over, I could probably do some stuff to catch their attention while you two sneak in after me.”

Garbunkle then tried to smile to show his confidence, but he was showing a few too many teeth to make it too genuine. Luckily, his plan seemed to make McBiggun nod in approval, his expression appearing impressed by that tactic. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz grinned more sultrily as he shrugged in acceptance, and said, “Honestly, that’s a fairly solid plan! Nice job, Garbunkle~”

The dragon bashfully looked away while rubbing the back of his head, but the draconequus could see his grateful smile. Of course, Wuzz’s grin widened quite a bit more as he snapped his claw, and conjured up another massive twenty-sided die to plummet from the skies. “Let’s just hope the numbers are in our favors~”

Garbunkle and McBiggun scurried back once again, even though they knew that Discord likely wasn’t going to crush them with it. As the giant hunk of back plastic barreled down towards their cliff, it didn’t seem to be noticed by any of the plastic ponies from their castle. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz looked up with his arms crossed, and heard his own booming voice bellowing out from the clouds. “The brave explorers plan to invade the castle with the aid of Captain Wuzz’s archery skills. However, the skilled Archer must achieve a ten or higher to hit the wall safely~”

Captain Wuzz didn’t wait for the die to fall as he pulled out his bow, as well as one of his arrows from his quiver. He drew the string back as far as he could, and a thick rope could be seen tied to the back of the arrow. Luckily, that addition didn’t seem to affect its wind resistance as he shot the arrow in a single swift motion, and made it barrel towards the castle at lightning speed. 

The die crashed down just inches from the draconequus again, rippling the ground and making his two counterparts jolt from a distance away. While the top of the icosahedron revealed an impressive eighteen engraved in the plastic, the arrow pierced the cardboard like a hot knife through butter. And due to Captain Wuzz’s skillful ropework, there was a perfectly tensed line that ran between the back of that arrow, and the Jenga block that it was tied around. “Alright, Garbunkle!” he chirped happily as he looked back at the Wizard with a thumb’s up. “You’re good~”

The dragon nodded affirmatively, and rushed up with his staff to continue their plan. Due to the high vantage point they were at, the rope was at a good enough incline for Garbunkle to slide down it like a zipline. However, the Wizard remembered to stop just before reaching the ledge, and overheard Discord’s booming voice from the skies again.

“Garbunkle the Wizard is just about to traverse down the treacherous rope, and has chosen to use an invisibility spell on himself to enter the castle incognito. In order to succeed in this plan, he must counteract his endurance loss from his earlier spell, and roll a fifteen or higher.”

Much like that die, none of the sex-crazed ponies in the castle paid any attention to the omnipotent voice from up above. Nor did they seem to notice how that die shot back up into the air, and spun around wildly before bellowing back down. Garbunkle gulped worriedly, knowing that he only had a twenty-five percent chance of success. Nevertheless, the Wizard still clenched his eyes before grasping his staff, and summoning a bright zap of magic towards himself. Just as he felt that energetic surge of magic strike him, the die crashed back down to the ground with a thunderous thud. 

By the time Garbunkle’s magic dissipated, neither McBiggun or Captain Wuzz could see their Wizard counterpart. All that was left was the staff seemingly floating on its own, and the number fifteen engraved at the top of that die.

“Ooh, you just barely made it!” Wuzz exclaimed with an impressed smile on his muzzle. He then pointed towards the rope and shouted, “Alright, your spell was successful! Go for it~”

McBiggun wasn’t sure what he expected, but his brows raised as he saw Garbunkle’s staff bobbing up and down towards the rope. He could see the imprints of the dragon’s feet against the cushy cardboard ground, but they stopped the instant that staff hopped up to lay atop the rope. The magical rod slid down the incline horizontally, and the Wizard could be heard whimpering a little as he ascended down at tremendous speed. Luckily for the little dragon, his agility proved to be rather impressive as the staff reached the castle wall, and spun around the rope before catapulting itself up to the ledge. 

Meanwhile back at the cliff, McBiggun tilted his head and pondered, “Wait a minute… couldn’t he have just flown over that wall?”

“Spike may have been able to,” reminded Captain Wuzz as he remained in character, “but Garbunkle’s avatar hasn’t been updated since his molting.”

“Ahhhh…” The Knight nodded in understanding, and tried not to wince in embarrassment from forgetting that detail. 

Meanwhile, the invisible Wizard was quick to scurry along the outer edge of the wall to reach its inner stairway. Since he was much closer to all of the action, the dragon couldn’t help but blush profusely as he heard the near deafening moans of pleasure from down below. Not to mention, it seemed that Discord really made sure to add authenticity to his details, as Garbunkle could catch the rich, ripe scent of sex wafting all around him. He tried not to breathe in too deeply, but his lips pursed shut while he breathed in through his nostrils. And with each step he took, the dragon didn’t seem to notice how much his nostrils were flaring out with every inhale.

“Nnnnghhh…” By the time he finally reached the stairs, the dragon had to audibly gulp from how much saliva was building up inside of his mouth. His staff was wobbling a little due to his fidgeting claws, but Garbunkle’s grip remained strong enough to ensure it was firmly in his grasp. Luckily, even though the sight of a floating staff should’ve set off several alarms, the plastic debauchery happening down below was a fair enough distraction for most of the figures to ignore it. Meanwhile, the dragon’s footsteps soon reappeared on the castle grounds, which happened to have a thin coating of sawdust to simulate dirt. 

Up at the cliff, McBiggun and Captain Wuzz were watching the Wizard’s progress through their binoculars. The Archer was the first to spot Garbunkle’s footsteps, and said with a piqued tone of voice, “Ooh~ It looks like he’s heading right towards the tower!”

“Good on ‘im,” nodded the Knight with a cocky-looking grin. Despite how differently Discord was running this game, it seemed that he may have made it a little too easy for his friends. Of course, since he was still peering through his lens, he wasn’t able to notice the ever-present smirk that remained on the draconequus’ face. Nor was McBiggun able to see it widen in response to him saying, “Heh~ Honestly, this ain’t too bad.”

“Indeed it isn’t, good Knight,” purred Wuzz with a lick of his lips, before he added more sultrily, “Hopefully, he can retrieve that map before his magic wears off~”

“Eeyup,” he noted with a nod. “Ah hope he does too--Wait, what?!?” McBiggun dropped his binoculars he was holding with his magic, and stared back at the Archer wide-eyed. “Whad’ya mean when it wears off?!”

“Well, he only rolled a fifteen, remember?” reminded the draconequus as he continued staring at the direction Garbunkle’s footsteps were headed. Even though it seemed he was making a beeline towards the tower, there was no telling what might happen while his staff remained bobbing up and down in midair. “If he had rolled a twenty, he would’ve had a much easier time doing this task. But as he is now…”

Down within the confines of that musky courtyard, which was flourishing in carnal delights from all around, the little Wizard tried his hardest to maintain his focus and remain discreet. Unfortunately, despite how hard he tried to keep a steady pace towards the tower doors across the yard, his breaths started to quiver from how distracting everything was. The sight of countless plastic ponies fucking in every which way may have been a lot to process from the cliff, but it was a completely different thing to be walking up so close to those thrusting figurines. The unexplainable musk that was wafting from those plastic bodies was strong enough for the dragon to taste on his tongue, and made him keep his mouth tightly shut. However, that only further affected his focus as he kept breathing through his nostrils, which caused that heady aroma to fill his lungs and make his scales tingle.

Garbunkle’s eyes tried their hardest to remain pointed towards the doors of that tower in the distance. But alas, it was hard for the Wizard to keep his attention when countless ponies were either sucking cock, getting pounded in the ass, or receiving cumshots from all around him. The dragon felt like he was thrown into some twisted carnival of perversion, and his legs couldn’t stop twitching to make his pace slower and more erratic. And worst of all, despite knowing this quest was supposed to be called the Tower of Temptation, he couldn’t exactly shake away the confusion he felt from how hot he was getting beneath his robe.

Fortunately, neither the enslaved figures or their captors seemed to notice those peculiar footprints treading just a few feet from their thrusting forms, nor did they care about the giant staff that was floating around like a glitch in a video game. But despite that lucky break, Garbunkle soon found himself in a precarious spot as he tried to get past a couple of the cardboard stocks holding some moaning figures. The line of stocks went all around the back wall, and were a rather big barrier that kept the dragon from going to the door just behind them. Since there was no other way past, and the Wizard’s magic was fairly depleted from his invisibility spell, that meant he only had two options: He could either slide in between the stocks, which would likely get his staff noticed by the captors ruthlessly fucking those slaves side-by-side; or… he could put his invisibility to his advantage and crawl underneath them.

And while McBiggun and Captain Wuzz watched from afar, both of their brows raised up as they saw the dragon’s staff tilting horizontally, and his claw-prints imbedded into the sawdust.

“Ohhhhh dear~” cooed the draconequus in a faux-saddened tone of voice while he looked through the binoculars and shook his head. “That’s going to take up a lot of time. Not to mention, getting in that close might be a bit… overwhelming~”

The Knight gulped worriedly, and his eyes darted between his binoculars and the nearby rope while the gears in his head began turning. But despite whatever it was McBiggun was thinking about, poor Garbunkle was on his own as he decided to go underneath one of those stocks. The grey-painted figure was moaning out in absolute rapture while tightly bound in his stocks, with his head rocking back and forth from the brute force his captor was delivering from behind. The pony’s face may have been fairly featureless and plastic (and identical to all of the other ones around the castle), but his cheeks were still burning a deep shade of crimson while his muzzle was hung open. And underneath the stallion’s wobbling and limp legs, a notable puddle of precum was directly in the dragon’s path while the slave’s thick, rigid cock endlessly throbbed and smacked against the underside of his barrel.

“Aaaaahhhhh!!!~” The pony was within inches of Garbunkle’s visible staff, but his eyes were clenched tightly shut while he wailed out in pure ecstasy. “P-Please, Master! Mnnnnghhh… F… Fill me with your superior load and BREED ME!!~”

The Wizard tried his hardest not to groan as he paused for a couple seconds, needing to collect himself before crawling underneath that cardboard stock. The sounds of those hard plastic smacks between the figures’ bodies was making Garbunkle’s body twitch involuntarily, unable to stop those hard clacks ringing so close to his ears. Plus, as the little dragon began to crawl underneath the literal fuck-toy, he felt strong goosebumps as he heard that captor growling down at his prey, “Ohhhh, I’m gonna breed you alright, you pathetic vermin! You and all of your friends are nothing more than our cocksocks from now on!! AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!!”

The figure pounded even harder into the wailing slave, bucking against him primally enough to risk breaking the cardboard his stallion was bound in. Luckily, the Wizard was able to crawl past that stock without any suspicion. But as soon as he got between the plastic figure’s quivering legs, he had to stop upon seeing that meaty cock dangling helplessly just inches from his face. Even with his invisibility spell remaining, Garbunkle was sure a reddish hue could still be seen from how hot his cheeks were getting. And as the captor’s thrusts grew more erratic and animalistic, the dragon had to clench his teeth from hearing him moan out deeply from above. “Aaaahhhh!!!~ You… You ready, you little slut?! YOU READY?!? MMMMNNNNNFFFFFF!!!~”

Without warning, the blue stallion hilted himself deep inside of his slave with a heavy groan, with his hind-legs twitching from how intensely that orgasm stuck him. Garbunkle wasn’t able to see the captive pony’s face as he cried out in elation. However, the little Wizard did see how strongly that plastic cock spasmed underneath the slave’s bound form, and how much that rigid shaft throbbed from its incoming release. Just as the stallion’s plump balls writhed upward while the captor’s pair pressed up against them, Garbunkle couldn’t even gasp before that first load erupted directly before him.

“MMMFFF!!” The little dragon knew his plan was a risky one, but he clearly didn’t predict for his face to be an accidental target for the slave’s twitching cock. Spurt after spurt of the pony’s thick, pent-up load shot out in enthusiastically heavy ropes, that draped all across the Wizard’s face and hat to catch him off guard. His mouth instinctively opened up wide as he gasped in surprise, only to leave him with a big mouthful of jizz that shot right between his bearded lips. As the dragon’s mouth closed up, and his eyes remained as wide as frisbees from that shockingly potent load inside of his mouth, his body locked up in shock as he continued to be bukkaked hard by that stallion.

By the time the slave was finished, Garbunkle could be seen oddly well from the visible shape that the slave’s ropes of cum provided over him. Gooey strands clung to the brim of his hat, dribbled down the scales on his cheeks, and even dripped down his thick beard to give a clear look of his face. Because of that, his companions up above could see his expression clench up as he closed his eyes, and he shuddered from the strong bitter flavor that nearly stung his tongue. The dragon didn’t seem to realize how strongly his tail pulled up while it remained invisible, even as it smacked the underside of the pony’s stocks loudly. Nor did he realize how audibly he groaned as he shivered from the taste, or even how badly his little cock throbbed while standing rigidly between his pudgy legs.

Instead, just as the Wizard’s invisibility began to wear off, McBiggun and Captain Wuzz gasped as they saw their dragon counterpart pull his cum-glazed head back, and inexplicably swallowed that mouthful with a heavy gulp.

“Oooooohhhhhh~” Despite knowing how wrong that action may have been (even in a fictionalized environment like this one), Garbunkle couldn’t explain why that sensation felt so… right. As he finally reopened his empty mouth to moan out softly from that strangely titillating sensation, he didn’t seem to realize the spent captor catching sight of him beneath his slave. Unfortunately, the bukkaked Wizard didn’t notice several of the other blue-painted figures taking notice of him either.

“SHIT!” shouted Sir McBiggun, who dropped his binoculars while rushing over towards the rope at lightning speed. His horn lit up to pull out his massive cardboard sword, which happened to still be in its protective sheath. Due to that smooth and protective layer between the blade and the rope, the Knight wasn’t at risk of cutting anything as he traversed down the incline heroically. While Captain Wuzz continued to watch the action at Garbunkle’s end, the booming voice from earlier narrated McBiggun’s descent towards the castle. 

“Oh no! Garbunkle has been discovered by the perverted stallions who occupy the castle! Sir McBiggun slides down the rope to help rescue his friend, but will the Knight’s agility stats be enough to succeed?~”

The massive die shot back up into the air to spin around once more, and traveled back down to the ground just as the unicorn galloped his way along the castle’s outer wall. Meanwhile, Garbunkle didn’t seem to realize what was happening before he felt a hard yank of his tail, and he was pulled out from underneath the stocks by one of the grinning captors. “Well, well, well… Look what we have here~”

“GAHHH!!” The Wizard’s cheeks may have still been blushing hotly while slathered in splooge, but he tried to squirm away from that figure’s grip on his tail. But despite how much he tried to scratch against the cardboard ground to get some friction, he was easily pulled out in the open while hearing multiple ponies cackling evilly from above. And even worse, even with how terrified the dragon looked in his stained robe and wizard hat, his breaths remained rapid and heated from the involuntary shivers still creeping up his spine.

Not to mention, his cock could be seen rock-hard as it tented up the bottom of his robe.

“YAAAHHHH!!!” The brave crimson Knight barreled into the courtyard like it was the climax of an action movie, and began to swing his sword about wildly with his magic. Many of the previously lustrous captors of the castle galloped towards him with spears drawn, and tried to counteract McBiggun’s swings with hard thrusts of their own. Luckily though, it seemed that the vast numbers were nothing compared to the stallion’s heroic combat skills. But as the number of blue figures around McBiggun increased, and his sword swung about more rapidly against the countless cardboard spears, that booming voice returned just as the die was about to hit the ground. 

“Sir McBiggun must roll an eight or higher to break through those defenses, and save his friend before he gets claimed by the tempting pleasures around them! But will he succeed?~”

While Garbunkle continued to resist as best as he could, and Sir McBiggun kept fighting off the countless hordes of plastic attackers, Captain Wuzz casually walked towards the rope to join in. The giant die hit the ground just as the draconequus slid down the rope with his bow, with his knowing smirk indicating that he knew just where that plastic landed…

“Oh, no!” shouted Discord’s voice from the chaotic skies. “It seems that Sir McBiggun landed a five! I’m afraid that’s not good enough, brave Knight~”

“Wait, what?!” shouted McBiggun in shock, pausing just long enough to give one of those plastic ponies the upper-hoof. A spear spot outward to strike the Knight’s cardboard sword, and caused it to fly out of his aura. The unicorn tried to reclaim it with his magic, but the cardboard disappeared behind the figures as it slid several feet across the ground and out of McBiggun’s range. He gasped as he tried to lunge out and grab it with his hooves, but several of the blue-painted foes were quick to tackle him to the ground and overtake his strength. During the heated scuffle, one of the captors managed to slide a thick magic inhibiting ring over McBiggun’s horn, disabling his magic and rendering his appendage useless.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Up along the castle’s outer wall, Captain Wuzz merely shook his head with a faux-disappointed expression while walking quite casually. “Honestly, Big Mac should’ve really considered increasing his magic stats after our previous quest…”

While the Archer walked down the steps completely unnoticed, several of the treacherous foes used ropes to tie McBiggun’s hooves down while he squirmed helplessly. Large, nail-shaped tent-poles were quickly hammered into the ground for the ropes to tie to, ensuring that the large stallion was bound stomach-down against the cardboard. His limbs were all spread out tightly so he couldn’t get any traction, and he was left flattened out without any means to escape himself. With every panicked grunt McBiggun made through his nostrils, clouds of sawdust blew out to latch against his red coat and dirty him up even more. But strangely enough, unlike the cum-drenched Wizard who was being circled all around by other grinning figures, none of the blue captors seemed to try anything sexual on the Knight just yet. 

Instead, the poor unicorn was given a prime view of his friend while Garbunkle was sitting by himself on the ground, and looking up worriedly at his waiting foes. But surprisingly enough, it seemed that it wasn’t just the blue-painted figurines that circled around the captured Knight and compromised Wizard. Several of the captors decided to pull in their lust-addled slaves by their leashes, and lead them towards McBiggun and Garbunkle. Upon seeing the two invaders, the grey-painted ponies’ faces lit up as they were brought over towards them. “Oh this is wonderful!” exclaimed one of them, which caused Sir McBiggun to wince worriedly. The Knight, who was sprawled-out from all sides in his bindings and left completely exposed, was hopeful that these plastic stallions weren’t too expectant of an effortless rescue. 

But much to his shock, their eager smiles looked towards the bukkaked dragon before another one asked, “Ooh, are you and your buddy looking to join us?~”

McBiggun’s eyes shot wide-open, and his pupils shrunk in a mix of confusion and unbridled fear. He may have not known about Starlight Glimmer’s past until she was redeemed, but he heard enough from Sugar Belle and Applejack to understand what was currently going on. Those figures may have been bound up and leashed as slaves, but they weren’t being held here purely against their free will. From the looks on their ecstatic-looking plastic faces, they seemed absolutely content about the leashes around their necks and the muzzle-guards over their faces. Even the stallions trapped in their stocks were still moaning out in ecstasy as they continued to be pounded by their captors, who haven’t stopped their ruttings even after McBiggun and Garbunkle broke in. From the tied up Knight’s perspective, there was no doubt what was going on: these ponies were put under some kind of outside influence to succumb to their impulses, and give in for these brainwashing fiends.

And worst of all, the growing blush on Garbunkle’s face made it look like he wasn’t too far off from joining in too.

“Ooh!~ Looks like this one already got started!” One of the slaves leaned in towards the dragon’s face, and caught Garbunkle by surprise as the pony dragged his plastic tongue deeply along one of his cheeks. While the Wizard gasped and froze in shock, the grey figure shivered in pure delight upon swallowing that mouthful of stallion jizz. “Mmmmmm!!~ You got yourself a good one, Mister…”

The leashed pony smiled down at Garbunkle expectantly, waiting for him to say introduce himself. Even though he was surrounded on all sides by plastic perverts, the dragon was able to nervously take a breath before muttering weakly, “M… M-My name is, uhhh… Garbunkle?”

“Pleasure to meet you!” said the slave as he extended out his hoof, and shook Garbunkle’s claw. While the Wizard sat in the sawdust in confusion, he wasn’t able to respond until the pony brought his hoof down towards the dragon’s crotch. Garbunkle gasped with a shiver upon feeling that plastic hoof grasping his rod, and the slave saying more suggestively, “And it’s a pleasure to see this up for attention as well~”

“HEY!!” shouted McBiggun from his bound position, not wanting his friend to get molested because of Discord’s perverted game. Fantasy or not, the Knight did not take kindly to letting this quest venture too far into darker territory. However, despite how angered the stallion was looking, Garbunkle didn’t try to resist as he leaned back against his claws, and shuddered with a bit lip. As trails of jizz continued to run down his scales and stain his robe, the Wizard showed almost no resistance while the slave giggled innocently, and continued to rub that twitching tent sensually. Due to the dragon’s frozen state, Sir McBiggun thrashed against his ropes and shouted out, “DISCORD!! DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW!!”

“I’m already rolling for dexterity!” said Captain Wuzz rather nonchalantly, while he stood at the case of the stairs and raised up his bow. While the Archer drew back his arrow, the giant die bounced up in the air to make another roll. However, the hunk of plastic only went up about a fraction as high as it had before, and barely spun around to land too randomly. While the draconequus tried not to smirk, the die landed back with a much less profound thud to reveal Wuzz’s fate. 

“Oops! I just landed a one~” The string to Captain Wuzz’s bow suddenly broke from the strain he was giving it. Sir McBiggun’s jaw dropped, and his left eye twitched in immediate realization of what was going on. Meanwhile, the now weaponless Archer gave a carefree shrug of his shoulders as he tossed his broken bow aside, and said, “Welp, I guess that means I’m out for the count in this one!~”

A couple of the captors quickly came up to the draconequus get him restrained. But much to McBiggun’s shock and anger, Wuzz didn’t even try to fight as he preemptively put his arms behind his back, and even lowered his neck for one of their leashes to be strapped on. “Oh, what a horrible fate that had fallen upon me~” he lamented in an obviously fake tone of voice, which was accompanied by a downright giddy-looking smile. “Oh, what ever shall I do now that I’ve been helplessly captured alongside my friends?~”

The stallion groaned with a pained wince as he slumped his head back down, with his helmet hitting the cardboard ground with a muffled thud. Even though he knew he should’ve known better, McBiggun still cursed himself for being literally roped into his friend’s demented scheme. He may have been grateful he wasn’t being treated like Garbunkle was, but he was certain that Discord wasn’t going to let him go unscathed. Since he was trapped without any chance of escape, he could only look back at the Wizard as he was writhing before the plastic slave.

Despite having no restraints on him yet, the dragon didn’t respond with anything more than a heated shiver as the figure reached down with a grey hoof, and pulled up the bottom of his robe. A round of amused coos and giggles could be heard from the other stallions as Garbunkle’s cock was exposed out in the open. McBiggun winced and looked away out of politeness, but he still saw enough of the draconic member to blush profusely. The Wizard’s dragonhood wasn’t that big, but still stood out rigidly in its erect, three and a half inch stature. Garbunkle whimpered a little as he laid out completely exposed in front of so many peering eyes, and his blush grew even heavier when he felt his cock twitching readily. An unexpected spurt of precum shot out from his dragonhood, which made all of the waiting slaves giggle in delight from the glob landing across his scaled waist.

“Mmmmm~” The plastic slave licked his lips upon seeing the dragon’s pre, and then looked back up at Garbunkle with a more sultry gaze. “I know, right? I reacted the same way before I chose to surrender too~”

The Knight and Wizard’s eyes both shot wide-open, clearly having caught that particular word the figure said: Chose. The slave wasn’t forced into being a cock-hungry slut for his captors. He didn’t surrender to the idea of being a slave against his own free will. It was a choice that he made on his own accord; and judging by the identical smiles that the other grey-painted stallions were carrying, it was doubtful he was the only one to make that claim.

McBiggun grew more visibly worried, and struggled even harder in his bondage to try and escape. But surprisingly enough, the nails imbedded in that cardboard seemed to be particularly sturdy, and didn’t even move a millimeter from the stallion’s tugs. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz was laid down beside the Knight while hog-tied, with his arms and legs being bound behind his back with a thick bundle of rope. “Remember, Mac,” he said with a reassuring tone of voice before McBiggun could say anything, “this game is purely fictional. And I added a detail that nothing will happen unless you or Spike want it~”

If looks could kill, then the deathly glare that Sir McBiggun gave the Archer would’ve left Captain Wuzz’s body unrecognizable. But since the Knight wasn’t able to lunge at him in any way, the draconequus’ smile didn’t detract at all while motioning towards their friend. “And you need to TRUST me when I say, that slave is only acting in such a way because he knows Garbunkle does~”

Back within that circle of cackling plastic ponies, Garbunkle was starting to moan while the slave had his hoof firmly around the base of his dragonhood. The stallion was looking up at him with his eyes narrowed lustrously, and took notice of the Wizard’s heavy breaths while he stayed seated without resistance. Despite the figure being made of plastic, it was clear that his grip felt quite pleasurable from the dragon remaining in place, and shuddering from each teasing stroke up and down his ribbed length. More precum spat out from the pointed tip, and glistened the pink flesh with a heavy sheen while it throbbed hard in the slave’s grip. One of the other slaves came up from behind to remove the Wizard’s hat, which allowed droplets of sweat to trail down his scales and combine with the thick strands of cum still plastering his face.

“You like that feeling, mister dragon?~” cooed the slave affectionately while he stroked him slowly, and smiled from hearing his weak moans. “I know that you do~ That pleasure you feel coursing through your body… the taste of fresh cum you can still taste on your tongue… the idea of what else you could be able to do without any repercussions…”

Garbunkle was panting deeply while laying back in submission, but his brows raised a little from catching that last part of the slave’s coaxing statement. He knew deep down that he should’ve been trying to help his friends, or use his lack of personal bondage to his advantage and try to run off. But alas, with each titillating stroke that the slave’s plastic hoof gave up and down his rigid cock, the Wizard’s composure kept breaking down at an alarming rate. The dragon gulped another mouthful of drool building up in his mouth, which caused him to shiver with his eyes shut upon tasting the remnants of that salty load from earlier. 

Meanwhile, the slave bent his head in closer to the Wizard’s, and he added with a more direct tone of voice, “Besides, Discord made it so no time will pass while you’re in this game. So why not just give in, and let yourself be fucked silly without Twilight knowing?~”

McBiggun froze with his eyes as wide as frisbees, and his muzzle wide-open upon hearing that meta reply. His shocked look went back towards the grinning draconequus, who just nodded knowingly to what the Knight just heard. “What?” he asked nonchalantly. “I did say it was the Tower of Temptation~”

Even though it may have completely broken the immersion of the actual game, the bearded dragon didn’t appear to be too unnerved by the slave’s persuasive statement. If anything, it seemed like his words were reassuring enough to make him moan out even louder from those tantalizing strokes. But before the Wizard could end up shooting his load too soon, the plastic figure slowed down his movements as he leaned in even closer, and eyed Garbunkle close enough to feel each hot breath against his scales. 

“Just imagine the possibilities, Spike~ You could experience things that no ponies outside of this game could ever claim. You’ll be used in every possible manner you could imagine, and you could remain here for as long as you could possibly want! Hours… Days… maybe even several Weeks worth of hot, throbbing cock without ever feeling tired or fatigued~ And by the time you do finish, and Discord finally sends you back home, nothing will have changed…”

The bound stallion grew more unnerved from each sentence he heard that figure say, and clenched his muzzle tightly from the realization of what Discord had planned. Instead of just making some wild Ogres and Oubliettes quest, the draconequus crafted up the ultimate fuck-session with the aid of his chaotic magic. And due to his abilities, Big Mac couldn’t deny that he actually could get an absurd amount of sex without being caught by his girlfriend. Even though he would rather drop dead than make such an unfaithful choice, his focus remained on his scaled and slathered friend in worry of how he’ll respond to the offer.

“SPIKE!!” shouted the Knight fearfully, no longer caring about remaining in character. “Spike, you have to cast a defense spell! You can still get your staff, DO IT NOW!!”

Even though the dragon’s staff was close enough for him to feasibly grab, it was obvious from his half-lidded gaze that Discord’s quest carried much more temptation than expected. His head reeled back as he moaned out more openly from those strokes, and he began to gaze around and peer at all of those waiting stallions. Without any prompting by their captors, several of the slaves either bent over submissively for their masters, or lunged down beneath them to begin fellating their cocks. Before too long, Spike’s senses frayed even more as he was met with the intoxicating sounds of moaning stallions, slurping lips against thick shafts, and meaty slaps of flesh as hot cock pounded those eager tailholes with no avail. Unfortunately, just as he began to moan out in response to all of those depraved figures getting it on around him, the dragon gasped out sharply the moment that first slave let go of his twitching cock. 

“You know it’s tempting, Mister Garbunkle~” the figure cooed teasingly, giving a sly-looking grin that seemed all too familiar to the draconequus who crafted such a warped O&O quest. “But your friend over there is right. If you grab that staff, you could easily continue on this quest, and possibly even win it yourself! Of course… I have a feeling you’re a little too tempted to let such an opportunity pass by~”

The bearded dragon was squirming hard as he tried to touch himself and keep stroking; unfortunately, the slave was quick to grab both of his claws and hold them away from his crotch. That action caused a pained groan to escape Garbunkle’s mouth, and his blush grew even hotter from the powerful strains that came from each throb of his untouched cock. Meanwhile, McBiggun tried his hardest to break the Wizard from his afflictions as he screamed out, “SPIKE! Try to get the staff!! GET THE GODDAMN STAFF RIGHT NOW!!” 

Captain Wuzz, who was still tightly bound up and laying on his side without a care in the world, chuckled playfully before looking up to the skies. He watched as a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere from up above, and struck down into the castle grounds. The thunderous bang made everyone jolt from the impact it made, and also caused Garbunkle’s staff to fly outward from underneath the stocks. The large stick landed right next to the Wizard, which made McBiggun tilt his head in confusion. He glanced back at the Archer, who shrugged his shoulders and said, “What? He should at least have a chance to choose, shouldn’t he?”

“In a quite literal strike of chance,” bellowed out the booming voice of Discord’s from above, “Garbunkle was able to be reunited with his trusty staff, and possibly bring luck back to his favor. But even with the Tower of Temptation so close in sight, could the Wizard be able to break the temptation happening right now?~”

Even though he could hear that narrating voice clear as day, the blushing dragon was left in an absolute whirlwind of conflict as he gazed all around to marvel at the debauchery happening before his emerald eyes. He could see how strongly many of those slaves’ eyes were rolled back while they were moaning in rapture, their bodies rocking back and forth from the powerful thrusts their captors were delivering to their raised backsides. His breaths quivered upon seeing the thick, domineering bulges of the captors’ plump cockheads barreling through those slutty ponies’ throats, and the glossy sheen coating their shafts from the copious amounts of drool. And most of all, the rich and overbearing aroma of sweat, musk, and pure testosterone-laden cum wafted around to hit Spike’s senses like a brick; if the scent of sex was any more concentrated, then there was a good chance it would’ve been as strong as the remants of cum still plasted inside of his mouth. 

“SPIKE, PLEASE!!” pleaded the stallion from outside that circle of sex, which began to close in around Garbunkle to further entrap him. “You don’t have to do this!! Ah can’t--MMMFFFF!!”

One of the slaves outside of the circle finally decided to tie up McBiggun’s muzzle, which caused him to thrash even harder in his restraints. The same treatment wasn’t given towards Captain Wuzz, so he was able to say towards his comrade, “Honestly, I think you’ve said quite enough for Garbunkle to process, dear Knight.” His smile then grew wickedly intense before he added with a more sinister tone, “But now... he has to make his choice~”

Despite how enamored the little Wizard may have looked in his exposed and bushing state, one of his claws started to twitch and inch its way towards the waiting staff. Back up on the cliff, that giant die shot back up into the air to spin wildly, ensuring that his outcome would be left to chance. And even as the reverberating sounds of raunchy sex intensified with each second that passed within the circle, Garbunkle could still hear Discord’s narrating voice booming from up above. 

“It seems that Garbunkle might have the chance to break his temptation, and cast a shielding spell against his lustrous foes! But due to his afflictions, he has to row a seventeen or higher to be successful. If he’s able to do so, he might have the window of time needed to regain his bearings, and make a rush towards the Tower to retrieve the map. But if he fails, then… well, we’ll have to wait and see~”

Even with the first slave still standing over him with a wide and knowingly cheeky smile, Garbunkle was able to wrap his digits around his trusty staff. The die up above plummeted down to the ground, just as the dragon strengthened his grip and lifted up the pole. McBiggun could see the crystal tip of the Wizard’s staff rising up above the crowd of raunchy ponies, and held his breath in hopeful anticipation. Meanwhile, Captain Wuzz stared between that staff and the falling die, his smirking expression bordering between curiosity and expectation. 

The dragon’s eyes clenched shut as he groaned through his conflicted feelings, and he struggled to keep focus while his cock remained as hard as ever. He could still hear all of that near-deafening sex from all around, which caused his heart to race even faster between his weak breaths. But in a split-second of clarity, Spike took a deep breath before he strengthened his grip, and reopened his eyes up towards that waiting slave. His slitted eyes carried a look of pure determination, and the figure’s smile faltered the slightest bit as he realized something may have been amiss. But before the plastic pony could do anything about it, the Wizard used all of his remaining strength to make his boldest move yet.

CRASH!!!

The plastic die buried itself deep into the ground of the canyon that the trio had come from, and a heavy cloud of dust wafted around to cloud the result of that masterful toss. For a few short seconds, even Discord wasn’t able to see the end result of that casting move.

Of course, even as the number appeared in sight, it seemed that it didn’t matter anyway. Right at the moment that die fell, Garbunkle decided to use his staff in a different way than even that slave would’ve predicted. The dragon slowly pulled himself up back to his feet, and undid his robe to stand bare before the stunned-looking stallion. And beside the now smirking Wizard laid his staff, which he had thrown to the ground hard enough to break the head of it clean off, rendering it useless.

Many of the plastic ponies paused in shock as they took notice, not expecting him to have done something so bold in response to his choice. McBiggun’s jaw was tied shut, which kept it from dropping while he gawked at his friend in stunned silence. Captain Wuzz had a wide-open smile as he tried not to laugh in amusement, seeming extremely delighted at what the dragon had done.

And all the while, the Wizard took a deep breath before looking up at that slave, and gave him an affirming nod of his head. “Heh~ How’s that for a choice?~”

After only a second or two of silence, all of the slave figures around the circle cheered wildly, looking absolutely elated to have made a new friend. Meanwhile, a couple of the blue-painted stallions were quick to grab hold of Spike’s arms and legs, which the dragon didn’t even try to defend himself from. Instead, all he could do was let out a content moan the instant he was pushed back down to the ground, and was placed on all fours between two of those grinning figures. Without any hesitation, the former Wizard opened his mouth wide while peering up at one of them, and promptly lifted up his waiting tail as an invitation for the other.

“Mnnnnnghhhhh…” If McBiggun was able to say anything more, he likely would’ve while he dropped his head to the ground in shameful defeat. As for Captain Wuzz, who managed to hop towards him by his chest like a bouncy ball, he made sure to whisper into the Knight’s ear with a more comforting tone. “If it makes you feel any better, he only rolled an eight, so he wouldn’t have succeeded anyway.”

The stallion pulled his head back up from the sawdust, and gave a violently intense glare that indicated he couldn’t have cared less about that detail. 

“P’too! P’too!” With a couple of generous lobs of spit provided by the captor behind Garbunkle, his pristine and scaled tailhole was given some adequate lubrication that left his entrance glistening welcomely. Of course, the dragon’s body was already rocking back due to the captor in front, who didn’t hesitate to shove his meaty cock straight inside of the Wizard’s bearded mouth. The musty taste of that thick stallionhood caused Garbunkle’s eyes to widen in shock for a second, but he was quick to let out a muffled moan before his eyes rolled back in deep pleasure. And just as he wrapped his lips around that plump cockhead, and he started to slather that crowned ridge with his draconic tongue, he barely even flinched as he felt that slave from earlier strapping a thick metal collar around his neck.

“Here you go, new slave~” he purred in a mixture of excitement and slight sadism, before he handed the chained leash over towards the captor about to mount him. Before he could venture off to re-indulge like the others, who have all gotten back into the swing of things like their new friend, he leaned down to whisper into Garbunkle’s ear, “Oh, and if you manage to take ten loads in a row, you’ll be able to ride the stocks this afternoon~”

The dragon’s ears fluttered upon hearing that reply, and moaned out even harder around the girth of that throbbing cock in his mouth. The slave nodded happily to that response, and trotted away as soon as another captor grabbed hold of his leash again. Meanwhile, the little dragon was already being mounted as that blue pony braced himself atop that scaled back, and shoved his meaty cockhead hard against his tailhole. The sensation and sharp pain were intense to say the least, but the anticipation of experiencing such a taboo pleasure was enough to make his lips wrap even harder around the other figure’s shaft.

Back outside of that sex-fueled circle, McBiggun couldn’t stop groaning through his tied-up muzzle while he thumped his hemet against the ground in pure frustration. While he knew that the game as a whole was meant to be fantasy, he still felt extremely betrayed by his scaled friend. He wanted to assume it was teenage hormones that made him choose so foolishly, but he was sure that Spike’s composure was compromised the instant he tasted that first cumshot by accident. So now, with his body completely restrained and his friend being spitroasted by his foalhood toys, there was nothing that the Knight could feel but utter defeat in this twisted quest.

“You know…” Captain Wuzz, who was still nestled in close enough beside McBiggun to whisper into his ear, took advantage of Garbunkle’s gangbang to give a suggestion to his bound teammate. “I do happen to have a dagger inside one of my belt pouches. If I can get my waist close enough to your hoof, you could use it to cut yourself free. However…”

That die from up above suddenly barreled up into the skies, and spun around once more as Discord’s narrating voice returned. “There are two pouches on Captain Wuzz’s belt that Sir McBiggun could reach. If the die rolls between eleven and twenty, he’ll retrieve the dagger needed to but through his ropes, and break free to achieve salvation. But if he rolls anything lower than that, he’ll instead grab the pouch containing Captain Wuzz’s fragile vial of Nirvana Potion. It will clean the Knight’s memories of what happened in this quest, but it’ll also make him unable to resist the same temptations that had afflicted his Wizard companion~”

Captain Wuzz’s waist scotched in close enough to McBiggun’s left hoof, and the pony was able to see two identical pouches side-by-side. There was nothing he could do to verify which pouch contained the dagger, and even the spinning die was giving him a fifty/fifty shot. If he chose correctly, he could go grab that stupid map and end this quest to return home. But with the idea of failing looming in his mind, especially while overhearing Spike’s gurgling moans nearby, the unicorn had to wince with his eyes clenched shut.

Meanwhile back in that circle, Garbunkle had fully succumbed to the quest’s peculiar form of a “penalty,” and shuddered from the brutal force of that thick cock finally slipping through his tailhole. The sheer tightness of his scaled hole was enough to make the captor hiss through his teeth, but he kept shoving himself in ruthlessly while the dragon groaned around the other figure’s shaft. And with each inch he could feel being crammed into both of his entrances at the same time, and every strained groan he was able to hear from up above, all that the dragon could do was shiver while his own cock twitched needily between his legs. 

High up above the castle, that plastic die finally came barreling down to determine McBiggun’s fate. Even though the idea of losing such a choice felt horrible, the stallion saw no alternatives as he kept his eyes clenched shut, and reached out to grab one of those pouches. He opened up one of the leather straps without even looking, and reached his hoof inside of the pouch in a single swift motion. And just as he felt what was inside, he could feel the ground underneath him from that giant die landing on that fateful number…
> Ending #1 [The Good Outcome]
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Ending #1


The Knight’s eyes shot wide-open, and he gasped through his nostrils as he felt the distinct handle of a small knife in his grasp. 

“The Knight has rolled a thirteen, and now has the opportunity to escape his bindings!~”

If his muzzle wasn’t tied shut, he would’ve given an enthusiastic “Eeyup!” to that narrating voice from up above. But with his hoof twitching readily in excitement, the stallion didn’t waste any time as he pulled the dagger out of Captain Wuzz’s pouch. With a surprisingly swift motion of his wrist, the Knight was able to turn the dagger around so the blade was pressed against his rope.

“Nice job!” whispered Wuzz with a cheerful smile of his own, seeming much more focused on the actual quest than he was with all the gay debauchery unfolding a few feet away. However, he still looked around while McBiggun started to slide the blade up and down the rope, and added more discreetly, “Don’t worry, I’ll try to pull their attention away from you…”

Without any warning, Captain Wuzz bent his head down against his chest before leaning forward, and doing an impressively acrobatic roll onto his back. The momentum of that roll was just enough to help the draconequus leap up off the ground, and somehow pry his ankles from the knots wrapped around his wrists. Before any of the captors could realize it, the formerly captured Archer was back on his feet, and grinning cheekily while his arms were still behind his back. “Uh-Oh!” he shouted loudly enough to catch some of the blue ponies’ attention. “It seems that I can run around again! I hope I don’t get tackled once more!~”

Unlike earlier in the quest, it appeared that the draconequus was actually getting into the game itself instead of goading his friends into sex. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for all that he put Big Mac through. Or maybe, he just felt content with Spike succumbing to the carnal pleasures to justify getting things back on track. But whatever reason it may have been, McBiggun was able to smile more naturally as he kept cutting his rope, and watched Captain Wuzz skipping around the castle grounds to elicit a chase.

“You can’t catch me!” gloated the Archer like he was a little kid, and quickly scurried off as four of the blue figures galloped after him. Spike may have still been “trapped” in his spitroast, but the Knight wasn’t too worried about him while he kept sawing through the rope. He may have not been willing to join in, but if the little dragon wanted to act like a slut in this fantasy land, he might as well have his fun; after all, it wasn’t like Garbunkle had a girlfriend back in Equestria to worry about.

Luckily for the stallion freeing himself from his bondage, all of the attention from the plastic figures was either focused on Captain Wuzz’s antics, or Garbunkle’s heated session within that extremely gay orgy. Even as the draconequus was galavanting around the grounds with a goofy grin, the slutty dragon was too preoccupied with his double-dosage of cockmeat to even register Wuzz’s giggling. Instead, Garbunkle gripped the cardboard ground beneath his claws as tightly as he could while his eyes rolled back blissfully, and he savored each eager thrust of those meaty shafts sliding in and out of him. The Wizard’s mind was thoroughly clouded in a thick fog of lust within that circle of musky sex, but it seemed that most of the figures were too preoccupied with their own endevours as well. Because of that, Sir McBiggun didn’t catch any attention by the time he finally cut his first hoof free.

“Yes!” he thought to himself while keeping a determined grin on his face. Even though the sounds of Spike’s gurgled moans was beyond irritating as a distraction, the Knight maintained his composure while cutting away the knots holding his other foreleg to the ground. The stallion grimaced a bit from the strain, since those figures really stretched his foreleg out to make reaching for his wrist difficult. Fortunately, despite how small the blade to Captain Wuzz’s dagger may have been, it provided just enough reach for McBiggun to cut apart the other rope in significantly less time than the first. 

“Cannonball!” shouted Captain Wuzz as he made a profound leap directly into that giant ring of gay sex. His arms may have still been tied behind his back, but the perks Discord gave to the character’s agility stats were being put to very good use from his skilled legwork. A couple of the blue-painted ponies hopped into the circle as well, but their focus faltered a bit upon seeing so many eager slaves giving themselves in from all around. Captain Wuzz seemed to know that, and paused for a split-second to point his goat leg towards the spitroasted Wizard. “Hey, look guys! It seems like your buddies are getting close! Don’t you think you should get the next dibs?~”

It may have been a distraction, but it didn’t seem like Captain Wuzz was wrong about the stamina of those two stallions fucking Garbunkle mercilessly. Both of them were groaning hard through gritted teeth, and were pounding their hips against the cum-slathered dragon like he was their personal toy. But despite that ironic comparison, it seemed that Garbunkle wouldn’t have minded such a fate while he remained skewered between them. His little cock was spasming like mad as it flopped aimlessly against his scaled stomach, and that puddle of precum underneath him was growing larger with each spurt it made from his titillated state. 

“Nnnnghhh!!” groaned the plastic pony in front, who was growing more strained with each thrust of his thick cock inside of the wizard’s tight mouth. “Aaaahhh!!~ You… You better be ready, you SLUT!!”

All that Garbunkle could do was give an excited shiver, and moaned out a little while his lips were being treated like his captor’s personal fleshlight. That response may have not been much, but it caught the attention of both of those figures who were previously chasing Captain Wuzz. Of course, the moment the two heard the other stallion panting rapidly with each thrust he delivered into the dragon’s pudgy ass, they only needed to give a shared glance at each other before shrugging their heads, and dropping their pursuit of the draconequus. 

Because of that, Captain Wuzz made another bountiful leap out of the circle, and was left alone while running back towards the Knight. By that point, McBiggun was cutting away at the last rope that was tying up his left hind-leg, and was grinning again with his muzzle unrestrained. His horn may have still been latched with that inhibitor ring, but the unicorn didn’t seem to mind that detraction as he sawed away at his final bondage. “Nnnnghhh… A-Almost there… GOT IT!”

The Knight knew it was a bad move to give any attention towards himself, but he was still grinning ear-to-ear by the time he got back up on his hooves. And fortunately for Captain Wuzz, who came up with his back turned towards him expectedly, McBiggun wasn’t too pissed at him to refuse helping him out. With a quick swipe of the Archer’s dagger, the stallion cut away Wuzz’s knots so his arms were freed once again. 

“Huzzah!” Captain Wuzz jumped up triumphantly after being untied, and quickly hopped on top of McBiggun’s back to ride him like a valiant steed. He held up the Knight’s sword with his lion’s paw as he pointed towards the tower, and shouted out, “Onward, Sir McBiggun! YAH!!~”

Unfortunately, it seemed that the draconequus took the theatrics of his heroism a little too far. Instead of galloping forward, Sir McBiggun turned his head around to look up at Wuzz with a deeply offended-looking glare. After a second of awkward silence, Captain Wuzz sighed before hopping off his back respectfully. “Oh, come on! I promise I wasn’t trying to demean you by trying that.”

The Knight didn’t say anything, and just whinnied bitterly before snatching his sword back from Captain Wuzz’s paw. The draconequus helped pry off the inhibitor ring from the stallion’s horn, and then let McBiggun lead the way as the two rushed off towards the tower. As they galloped past the countless captors who either tried to take chase, or were preoccupied with their moaning slaves, the Archer asked the Knight, “So, I take it you’re just going for the map now?”

“Eeyup!” shouted the pony as he galloped powerfully through the swarms of plastic figures. His eyes carried a grim look of determination, and he only needed a split-second glance back at that circle of sex before he said, “Ah think Garbunkle’ll be fine for now.”

“Oh my~” purred Captain Wuzz with a teasing smirk back at him. “I wouldn’t have expected a Knight to leave one of his friends behind like that~”

 McBiggun retorted rather bluntly, “Well, AH wouldn’t have expected a Wizard to break his magical staff for some dick, but here we are!”

“Hmmmm… alright, fair point.” The draconequus wouldn’t have predicted that Mac would leave a fellow teammate hanging, but he couldn’t deny that Spike basically did that same thing the instant he surrendered himself to those plastic ponies. However, despite how impulsively selfish that act may have been, Captain Wuzz was quick to mention to McBiggun, “Well, just so you know… As soon as this quest ends, all of us will be out of the game, including Spike.”

McBiggun may have been rightfully peeved at his scaled friend, but he breathed out in genuine relief while nodding back at him. “Okay, that’s good to know! He may be a little shitbird for doin’ that, but Ah’d rather blue-ball him instead of leavin’ him here.”

“Well said~” nodded Wuzz with an appreciative smile, happy that the stallion still had some compassion in him. Because of that, the two didn’t feel too guilty about leaving the cock-stuffed dragon on his own, and focused on running towards that tower with haste. Captain Wuzz’s bow may have been gone, but he was still able to leap over any lunging captors to avoid being taken again. And as for Sir McBiggun, the powerful swings of his sword ensured that no attackers could get in too close by the time he hopped over that line of stocks, and barreled his way through the tower doors.

All the while, Garbunkle didn’t seem to notice his friends leaving him behind at all. Instead, the dragon was absolutely relishing in his lustful fate by the time both stallions hilted their lengths as deeply inside of his body as they could. The strain and immense pressure caused several teardrops to pour down his cheeks, but his dragonhood throbbed tremendously as he felt both of those meaty shafts pulsating deep within his throat and tailhole. The plastic ponies groaned as their cocks erupted deep inside of the dragon, and flooded him with two generous helpings of hot, thick torrents of cum. The bulges of both of their loads could be seen traveling across the underside of his pale green scales, and carried enough volume to quickly expand the Wizard’s already plump torso. His stomach swelled out several inches to hang a little closer to the ground, and eyes rolled back in unadulterated bliss as he savored that immeasurable warmth that flowed throughout every nerve of his body.

“MMMMPHHHH!!~” The little Wizard shuddered as he moaned as deeply as he could, even though his throat was stuffed with cock and left his voice thoroughly muffled. But alas, the two captors watching in wait grinned approvingly at seeing Garbunkle’s ribbed member twitching wildly, before spurting out several ropes of cum that shot out past his puddle of pre. From the way his body froze up, and how blissful his expression looked between those two plastic ponies’ bodies, it was obvious that the bearded dragon had just experienced one of his most intense orgasms of his life outside of Equestria. 

Just as Garbunkle groaned and shivered in absolute rapture, his limbs proved to have weakened quite a bit by the time both of those cocks pulled out at the same time. With an ungracefully wet schlick, the dragon found himself falling to the sticky ground, which covered his chest and stomach with an unflattering mixture of his cum and sawdust. However, as soon as he was able to catch his breath, Garbunkle felt a strong tug from his chain before he looked back up. At first, he thought that those two captors were just standing by and waiting for something else; however, it didn’t take long for him to remember that they all looked the same, and that two new figures had come up to get their turns. 

And since he only had two loads so far, the devilish dragon grinned in anticipation of getting eight more before the stocks came into play. So despite how weakened he felt from that first cock-stuffing, the Wizard groaned as he pulled himself back up, and tried to keep a lustrous smirk across his cum-slathered lips. “Mmmmm… I’m guessing my Masters are in need of some relief?~”

As the two plastic ponies nodded with eager grins, neither of them seemed to notice the violently bright flash of light that erupted from the top of the tower. Neither did Garbunkle, who was already getting back on all fours with his tail raised high, and his little cock already getting hard again. “Well if that’s the case, then--”

POOF!!~

“TAKE MY ASS LIKE YOU OWN IT!!”

Spike had his eyes clenched shut as he bellowed out that line with great enthusiasm. However, after a couple seconds of silence, he slowly reopened his eyes upon realizing his claws were pressed against cold crystal instead of that warm sawdust. And as soon as he looked around, the little dragon gasped with a heavy blush upon realizing he was back in the Map Room, just the same as it looked before they ventured on their quest. The dragon himself was back to his winged and non-Wizard form, completely unharmed and clean from top to bottom. Meanwhile, Discord was trying his hardest not to snicker at the dragon’s impulsive statement while sitting across the Map Table from him. And Big Mac, who was sitting beside the draconequus in Rainbow Dash’s chair, was glaring nastily at Spike with his forelegs crossed over his chest.

Spike’s blushed face grew a very, very guilty expression upon noticing Mac’s intense stare, and he was frozen in his seat while the pizza boxes were still steaming beside him. Part of him wanted to congratulate Mac for completing the quest without him, but he knew that likely wasn’t what he wanted to hear. So instead, Spike lowered his head in utter shame before he said in a guiltily timid voice, “I… I’m really sorry, Big Mac…”

The red stallion didn’t say anything, and just rolled his eyes with a strong huff through his nostrils. Meanwhile, Discord kept his amused smirk, and was quick to say, “Well, even though that was merely a practice run, I have to say that was quite the entertaining romp!~”

Despite knowing that the draconequus was being genuine with his compliment, Spike’s cheeks still blushed even hotter in embarrassment. With Mac’s eyes still narrowing on him judgmentally, the dragon bashfully rubbed his forearm with his other claw as he tried to process all that had happened. “Ummm… I, uhhh… I honestly don’t know what came over me back there…”

Discord giggled like a little kid, and cheekily replied, “Neither can I, but I can make a couple guesses what came into you~”

While Spike covered his face with his claws with a shameful groan, Big Mac only intensified his guilt by saying, “You wanna know what came over ya? You started thinkin’ with your hormones instead of your head and acted like a dick, that’s what you did!”

Spike slumped even further forward in his seat, knowing he couldn’t say anything in defense from that opinion. In retrospect, the dragon knew he likely would’ve been just as pissed as Big Mac if the positions were switched. Fortunately, their other teammate didn’t seem upset by any means, and reached out to grab a still-hot slice of pizza. “You know what? I think you should both be grateful that you got to experience such a quest without any negative repercussions. And even if Spike did act like a ‘Dick’ for his impulsive action, you know how the old mantra goes...

Discord made a small snap of his claw, and altered the pizza slice in his paw to give it a more phallic shape. “You are what you eat~”

Despite their differences on the matter, Spike and Big Mac openly laughed in response to that little quip by their chaotic friend. And as the three began to indulge in the remainder of their food as a post-gaming break, it wasn’t long before the group began their plans for their next quest.

And best of all, Discord was allowed to host a second time~
> Ending #2 [The "Bad" Outcome]
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Ending #2


The very moment his bulky hoof tried to get a good grip, McBiggun gasped with a horrified look on his face. Without warning, he felt some very brittle glass shatter from the faintest resistance the moment the vial was in his grasp. And just as he felt something wet soak into his fetlocks, which was accompanied by an odd combination of ice-cold and burning hot sensations, his face instantly paled when he heard Discord’s voice bellowing out dramatically from above. 

“Oh, no!~ It seemed that the brave Knight only rolled a nine with that move! So close, and yet… so, so far…”

Before the stallion could fully contemplate the grave mistake he made, his face clenched in as he felt a strong jolt of sharp, intense waves of electricity that tingled badly enough to make his fur stand on end. His muzzle contorted and wrinkled up sharply, and caused his teeth to grit together from the sheer energy that flowed through each pulsation across his nerves. The stallion felt like he was just given enough caffeine to make Pinkie Pie cringe in worry, but the only thing he could do was shiver with a strong convulsion while he was still tightly bound within his restraints. And all the while, Captain Wuzz looked back at him with a faux-remorseful expression as he struggled not to smirk too openly. 

“Oh, dear~” cooed the draconequus while his eyes narrowed intently on the writhing Knight. “You reached into the wrong pouch, didn’t you?~”

“Nnnnnghhhh!!~” McBiggun’s head reeled back as he tried to bellow out a shaky moan. Unfortunately, since his muzzle was still tightly restrained, his noises were thoroughly muffled while he squirmed helplessly in his bondage. The fur along his back stood on end like a petrified housecat, and his hind-legs continued to shiver relentlessly to try and move around. Without even realizing it, the Knight’s hips started to gyrate, and there was nothing he could do as he grinded himself against the sawdust-covered ground.

Much like Garbunkle, who was preoccupied with servicing his two eager captors, the poor Knight’s fruitless thrusts against the cardboard floor showed just how enamored he was getting following that failed die toss. That unknown elixir that the Archer had in his pouch seemed to carry a profound effect on the unicorn, as the potion’s aphrodisiac effects sank through into his system at an alarmingly quick rate. Each breath that McBiggun took through his nostrils made his nerves tingle even deeper in growing ecstasy, and his mind grew more clouded with every second he spent in his restraints. Even as he tried to close his eyes and maintain his composure, his limbs wouldn’t stop trying to fidget against their ropes as his body grew more antsy, and his loins began to burn familarily between his legs.

Before too long, a couple of their captors were able to take notice of the Knight’s antsy behavior, and snickered with identical grins as they trotted towards the bound duo. McBiggun’s fur may have already been a deep shade of red, but his enamored blush could still be glowing hotly enough to conceal the freckles and stubble across his cheeks. Of course, that blush wasn’t nearly as notable as the strained groans that tried to break through his binded muzzle, or the ungraceful grinds of his hips against the cardboard ground. The sight of such a valiant Knight succumbing to his inhibitions so helplessly may have been entertaining to the plastic ponies looming over him, but the view that Captain Wuzz had showed much more while he was laying on the ground, and he managed to catch a glimpse beneath the stallion’s waist.

“Oh, goodness!!~” cooed the Archer with a very impressed-looking grin. “No wonder Sugar Belle took you back so easily after that breakup!~”

The draconequus may have been a chaotic entity through most of existence, but even he couldn’t deny how massive Sir McBiggun’s cock looked like while it stood rigid and erect. Much like his namesake, Big Macintosh proved to be wonderfully gifted with such a thick, meaty rod that looked to be over a foot long, and was already twitching readily underneath his squirming body. In the brief glimpses Captain Wuzz could see, McBiggun’s stallionhood had clearly befallen under the same effects of his potion that the rest of his body had. It hadn’t even been two minutes since that vial broke and soaked into his hoof, but his cock was already throbbing needily enough to prove how much he needed some kind of release. 

“Mmmmph!! Nnnnn… NNNGHHH!!~” The very last thing Big Mac wanted to do was to succumb to the same lustful woes Spike had fallen under, or in a way as undignified and unwillingly as this nonetheless. But due to that unlucky roll of the die, each moment he spent in his restraints left his mind less and less focused on the ramifications of what may happen next. Even with how badly he loved Sugar Belle, it didn’t take long for the Knight’s mental image of her to slowly drift from his mind. Instead, the stallion’s other senses began to come into play, as his nostrils couldn’t stop flaring from the strong scent of musky sex wafting all around. 

Much like what had happened with Spike underneath the stocks, the rich and heady scent of sweat and cum grew more prominent with every breath Sir McBiggun took. Of course, as those two grinning captors loomed in even closer over his bound form, the lingering scent from their already erect cocks only intensified the Knight’s senses to leave him writhing for more. Despite their cocks being almost a third smaller than the captive unicorn’s, their thick plastic shafts were glistening brightly from the glossy sheen of their sweat, as well as the countless slaves’ saliva that still coated their lengths. But even with how well-used they may have been, McBiggun couldn’t stop squirming by the time one of them got down close to his face. 

“Oh my… is the action getting to you that badly already?~” asked one of the figures while he eyed the Knight with a wickedly sly grin. He squatted down to dangle his member teasingly just inches from McBiggun’s face, which elicited a sharp groan as he buckled against his ropes like an antsy bull in a pen. His eyes eventually reopened briefly enough to catch sight of that meaty cock hanging so close to his snout, and his head instinctively tried to reel up and get in closer. Sadly, the blue-painted captor was quick to pull himself back while laughing maniacally. “Oh, man! This so-called ‘Knight’ seems to really want some cock!~”

“Yeah, it looks like it~” added the other captor while he stood behind the bound stallion, and grinned while watching his orange tail flagging around wildly. Due to how high McBiggun had his tail raised upward, the plastic pony got a prime view of the Knight’s thick, plump tailhole as it puckered invitingly. It may have not been as tight ot supple-looking as the Wizard slutting himself out nearby, but the captor still licked his lips with a lustrous groan. Not to mention, McBiggun’s plump and heavy balls were in full view as they pulsated beneath his rump, just begging for a good draining. “Mmmmm… Jeeze, I’d be surprised if he wasn’t an official slut of their little group~”

From the way Sir McBiggun was helplessly humping the ground, and emitting muffled groans while struggling to get his muzzle in closer to the other captor’s cock, even Captain Wuzz had to giggle in agreement with the two stallions. Since his muzzle wasn’t tied-up like the Knight’s, he decided to catch their attention by saying, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he became one after this~”

His eyes then peered back towards that ever-intensifying circle of gay sex occurring nearby, and added with a growing grin, “In fact… maybe he won’t be the only one…”

Back in the circle, Garbunkle seemingly had no idea of what afflictions McBiggun was going through, and was too focused with the two cocks between him to care. All that mattered was savoring every hearty thrust those shafts gave as they either slid between his drooling lips, or barreled between his plump cheeks to stretch out his needy tailhole. But even as the two brutes pounded their slut of a dragon to their perverted delight, and squished his body between their thrusting hips like a scaled accordion, his little cock couldn’t stop throbbing and spurting out pre to collect on the ground underneath him. 

From the brief glimpses Captain Wuzz could see through the sea of sucking and fucking ponies, he smirked even wider as he said under his breath, “Honestly… from the way Spike is acting, it might be a guarantee~”

But despite how tempting it would’ve been to continue marveling at Garbunkle’s sluttification, his eyes eventually peered back at McBiggun as those captors took advantage. The one in front undid the strings tying his muzzle shut, and they quickly snapped away to leave the unicorn gasping heavily with his mouth wide-open. His eyes were half-lidded while he moaned out freely for the first time, and he tried his hardest to lurch his head forward. But alas, despite how needily enamored he may have looked, the horny Knight was left out of reach from the captor’s thick, hanging cock. “Oooh, you’re getting antsy~” jeered the plastic pony with a sadistic grin, absolutely loving how dire the unicorn was getting for some fresh cockmeat. “I bet you’re getting reeeeaaallllll jealous of your buddy Garbunkle, huh?~”

Just a few minutes ago, McBiggun wanted to punch the dragon in the gut for breaking his staff on purpose, and surrendering himself to be a willing sex-slave. But with that mysterious elixir taking full effect of his mind and body, the Knight couldn’t stop his head from nodding furiously as he moaned out, “Gnaaahhh!!~ Ahhh… Ah aaaammmm!~”

Both of the captors snickered more mischievously as they hoof-bumped each other in solidarity, and the one in front gave a curious glance down at his bondage. “Oh, is that so?~” he asked McBiggun with a tilt of his head, while the other captor pulled off the spiked armor from the pony’s back.. “So… if I were to untie your hooves right now, would you attack me? Or could you bend that slutty ass over for my buddy behind you?~”

Sir McBiggun moaned out direly as he nodded to that last question, and said in a profusely needy tone, “Mnnnghhh!! Ah… Ah don’t care! Ah just… A-Ah just nee… n-need some… s-s-s…”

Despite how direly he needed to sate his cravings, the Knight seemed to be too embarrassed to moan out the remainder of his plea out-loud. Fortunately, the still-bound draconequus laying beside him was quick to scootch in closer to his head, and cooed into his ear, “It’s alright, little Knight. Remember: It’s alllllll just a fantasy~”

Luckily for the sake of Captain Wuzz’s perverted entertainment, that was all he needed to say before McBiggun took a deep breath, and shuddered while saying with his eyes clenched shut, “Ah just… Ah need some cock in me right now!!~”

That impulsive plea may have made the Knight wince guiltily with his ears folded down, but the two captors cackled even louder in response to it. But before he could grow too guilty about what he just said out loud (and to his childhood toys nonetheless), his ears perked back up as the stallion in front of him began to untie the ropes around his forelegs. “Alright, alright, you big baby~” said the captor mockingly as he undid the Knight’s knots. Even though McBiggun was surprised he complied so quickly, his eyes remained focused on that rigid cock still hanging close to his face. He barely even noticed when the captor behind him placed a metal collar around his neck, just like the one Garbunkle was wearing in that circle. Because of that, the former Knight was still under their twisted whims by the time his bindings were undone, and he was left leashed between those two plastic brutes. While the one behind kept a strong grip on his chain, the one in front of him stood on his hindlegs with a wickedly wide grin, and his thick cock pointed right at McBiggun’s twitching muzzle. 

“Honestly, I’m not even upset you two are ignoring me right now~” purred the grinning Archer who was watching the spectacle from the ground. “This is really entertaining to watch~”

Since it was obvious that the draconequus’ “quest” had more or less devolved into one of his twisted fantasies, Captain Wuzz sighed before deciding to get more comfortable. Like a snake pulling itself free from its shedding skin, the outer layer of Discord’s Archer avatar became undone as he rolled out of his bondage and costume with ease. The Captain Wuzz skin laid out on the ground beside the chained Knight, and the draconequus himself was back in his natural form while laying on a fainting couch floating a couple feet above the action. He pulled out a bucket of popcorn and some 3-D glasses, and stretched out with a relaxed groan as he peered at his two former teammates. “Well, this may have not been a successful first attempt at a quest, but I can just erase their memories and try again another time~”

Down below Discord’s floating chair, neither of the captors seemed to take notice of their spectator, and kept their focus on the poor Knight struggling to inch himself closer towards that cock. McBiggun’s muzzle was hanging open with his tongue sticking out, and his tail was fully lifted to show off his puckering tailhole for the stallion behind him. While the second captor prepared himself by smearing his cock with a couple hocks of spit, the one who had been teasing McBiggun decided to add to the degradation. “Oh, you want this, little slave?~” he asked mockingly while grinning ear to ear, and smacking Mac’s freckled cheeks with his cock.  

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Despite how badly he tried to get a taste, Sir McBiggun’s tongue couldn’t seem to reach that dangling cock quickly enough; meanwhile, the captor alternated between both sides of his muzzle while he continued to bat his cock against the Knight’s face, and cackled teasingly to his lustful expression. “Mnnnnghhhh!! P-Please!” cried out the leashed stallion desperately, his breath coming out hoarsely as he eyed the captor with his needy plea. “A-Ah… I wanna suck your coc--NNNFFFF!!~”

McBiggun was caught off-guard as the stallion behind him suddenly mounted himself atop his muscled back. Fortunately, the added weight was nothing to the Knight, and his hind-legs barely even buckled in response to it. Instead, the castle’s newest slave could only let out a hungry moan as soon as he felt his Master’s thick, plump cockhead press hard against his waiting entrance. His eyes clenched shut while he groaned in deep elation, looking like he absolutely needed that kind of attention to his backside for quite some time. Of course, since McBiggun had his mouth wide-open, the captor in front decided to finally give that a much-needed filling too.

“Aaaaaahhhh--MMPH!!” Sir McBiggun’s eyes shot open the moment he felt the other plastic pony shoving his cock directly into his mouth. It may have not been nearly as large as the Knight’s stallionhood, which was spasming wildly in approval with multiple thick smacks to the underside of his barrel, but the captor’s shaft carried enough girth to properly muffle McBiggun’s lustful cries. After only a brief second or two, the leashed pony’s eyes rolled back before he shivered with a relieved groan, and instantly wrapped his lips around that shaft to begin sucking.

“Thaaaaaaaat’s right~” purred the captor as he grabbed both of the horns of McBiggun’s viking helmet, and used them as handles while he slid more of his length inside of that stubbly muzzle. “Mmmmm… Get in there, you little slut~ Let’s see if you can outdo your Wizard friend over there~”

McBiggun’s ears fluttered upon hearing the audible groans a couple of the captors within that circle were letting out, indicating that they likely finished their turns with the dragon’s holes. The stallion’s heart raced in exhilaration, and his clouded mind only thought about complying with his Master’s suggestion wholeheartedly. With his memories back in Equestria thoroughly muted in his subconscious, Sir McBiggun eagerly began to bob his head up and down that rigid shaft, and his tongue swirled around the underside to better savor that heady musk. The stallion in front of him reeled his head back while moaning out loud, clearly enjoying the Knight’s surprisingly sensual oral between the involuntary bucks of his hips. McBiggun’s lips tightened around that girthed length with each titillating suckle he gave, and he only tensed up for a moment as he felt the captor behind him cramming that cockhead through his tailhole. 

“Nnnnghhh!! NNNNGHHHHH!!!~” With an especially hard shove of his hips, which caused the slave between them to shudder with a pained grimace, part of that crowned ridge was finally able to slip in between McBiggun’s toned cheeks. But despite the searing pain that was being given to his virgin hole, there was enough lubrication from the captor’s spit to keep him sucking the other cock rather tentatively. Up above the three stallions, Discord looked absolutely delighted to the sight of Big Macintosh getting double-dicked like their scaled buddy nearby. Even though the draconequus had multiple millennia worth of sexual experiences under his belt, the action down below was still titillating enough to get his draconic member rock-hard; and since neither the Wizard or Knight seemed to mind his presence, Discord hummed in pleasure as he began to paw himself with slow and sensual strokes.

Just as Garbunkle began to indulge in the next couple of plastic stallions rearing to use him, the captor behind McBiggun finally rammed his length inside of him with one massive push. That thick cockhead, along with a quarter of his shaft, crammed their way inside of the pony suddenly enough to make the slave groan hard around the other captor’s length. Fortunately, all that the figure felt was a welcoming increase of pressure that made him shiver in delight, as well as a pleasurable reverb from that strained and muffled voice against his cock. “Aaaahhhhh… Oh, man I’m glad I got this mouth first~”

“Yeah, no kidding!” jeered the other captor as he continued to push his meaty rod deeper inside of the Knight, causing McBiggun’s backside to tremble from the tantalizing pressure that was stretching him out inch by inch. The plastic pony had to breathe out with a strained shudder, but was still grinning ear-to-ear as he added, “Aaaaahhhh… Although you gotta admit, both of these slaves are gonna look good all stretched-out as a couple of cum-dumps~”

“Ohhhhhh, yeah~” purred the other captor, who paused the motions of his hips to ask down at McBiggun, “You hear that, bitch? We’re gonna make sure you’re gaping with cum before the day is over~”

Back in Equestria, Big Macintosh likely would’ve been very disturbed to hear such a statement thrown his way. But within Discord’s perverted realm of sex slavery, Sir McBiggun could barely contain himself while being stuffed with both of their cocks. If his mouth wasn’t crammed with so much cockmeat, the stallion would’ve likely given an enthusiastic “Eeyup!~” in approval of such an outcome. But as he was in that moment, all he could give was a gurgled and muffled groan in utter bliss. 

Much like the formerly powerful Wizard Garbunkle, who had now succumbed fully into his carnal delights while glazed in multiple ropes of cum, Sir McBiggun seemed to have sunken right beside him while he was perched between two of his plastic Masters’ meaty cocks. With his eyes rolled back without a care in the world, the former Knight fully relished in his primal impulses as he felt both of those rigid stallionhoods pounding into his mouth and tailhole in tandem. Each pounding motion of their hips made his body rock back and forth between them, and his massive cock was left untouched as it flopped aimlessly between his legs. Thick spurts of his precum shot out wildly with each throb it made from the invigorating pleasures that were being delivered from those two captors, and the stallion’s mind was left utterly blank while savoring every second spent in such a carnal embrace.

“Nnnnnffffffff~” Discord had his muzzle tightly clenched while groaning from up above, and was staring down at both of his friends intensely as they were being claimed by his chaotic creation. “I must say… This is definitely one of my best ideas since chocolate rain!~”





No time may have passed at all back in Equestria, but hours of constant, uninterrupted delights continued to unfold back within Discord’s deviant game. While that long-forgotten map to Princess Shmarity was left undiscovered at the top of the Tower of Temptation, the Wizard and Knight were preoccupied within the stocks they’ve been strapped into side-by-side. Since both of them have taken far more than the ten loads needed to receive such a privilege, the stretched-out and cum-splattered slaves couldn’t have been happier with how badly they failed their quest. 

Sir McBiggun and Garbunkle looked almost unrecognizable as they continuously moaned out in absolute rapture, and their blushed faces each had heavy ropes of cum draped across their cheeks and drooling from their mouths. Those cardboard stocks may have been surprisingly secure, but their bodies certainly tested their sturdiness from how roughly their bodies were rocking against them. Behind the two, a couple of identical plastic figures weren’t holding back as they brutally fucked their holes without mercy, and made thick rivulets of their comrades’ earlier loads dribble down their legs; and behind them, there was a very long line of eager captors who were standing in wait, their cocks twitching readily to add to the number of loads each of them have taken. 

Both of the slaves’ clothing have been ripped away to leave their bodies bare, and were riddled with dozens of tally-marks to indicate how many times they’ve been taken in the ass and mouth. While Sir McBiggun had an impressive number of tally marks scrawled across the sides of his torso and flanks, Garbunkle’s scales were absolutely covered in tallies due to his smaller size. And underneath the former Wizard and Knight, the cheeky draconequus himself was fully enjoying himself while holding the marker with his claw, and stroking himself contently with his lion’s paw. 

Due to how many times the stallion and dragon came from their constant barrage of cocks, Discord was just as coated in strings of jizz as his two friends. He may have not been participating in the action directly, but he was still clearly loving the perversion he had created while laying under their stocks. Each time Spike or Big Mac succumbed to those thrusts badly enough to cum time after time, Discord absolutely relished from those loads hitting his malformed body.

Those tallies may have been a good indicator of how many times Garbunkle and McBiggun finished, but the draconequus lost count of how many times he finished himself. Because of that, his stomach and hips were completely covered in a thick coating of his splooge, as was his draconic cock as it remained rock-hard and throbbing for more. Discord knew that this fun couldn’t last forever, but he was still intent on keeping the fun going until that line of stallions finished up with his friends. Of course, since whomever finished would usually just return to the back of the line, only time could tell how long this train of cockmeat could continue chugging on. 

As far as Discord was concerned, he was not going to let this be the only quest he hosted; but judging by how blissful Spike and Mac looked in their positions, he was certain that they wouldn’t mind another journey lead by Captain Wuzz either~