Saturday nights were perfect for gaming, it was a known fact, after a whole week of studying and courses the best way to unwind was the company of friends in a dimly lit room surrounded by snacks. There were snacks galore at this communal meeting of friends, chips, drinks, and heavier almost meal like courses lined a back table, accompanied by a mostly abandoned veggie platter that had a single celery stick missing.

That was their ritual, someone different would host every week usually, and others would bring snacks to be shared by all. Whenever Caemdare brought drinks they were always some fruit based soda, something sharply sweet. Whenever Sam brought chips, clearly a leaning towards tortilla chips like Doritos or cantina chips and salsa, or guacamole, or all of the above! Beverly tried to be the responsible one, she’d bring salads, fruit treats, or in the case of this week’s offering; a veggie platter. And when Sherri brought treats? Well she was a hyper dog anyways but Oreos were her favorite!

And like the snack traditions, it was coming upon another time honored custom of the two hour break was quickly approaching…

“Sherri, you can’t do that!” Sam huffed running her fingers through her violet mane.

The doggirl folded her arms over her chest and leaned back against the chair. “He’s lying, I know he’s lying. He’s a kobold in disguise guarding his brethren so I want to blast him!”

“And how did you know that?” Sam questioned, her eyes peering at the girl that perked her ears with an oh so clever response loaded and chambered.

“Well!” Sherri explained gesturing to the small cluster of figurines to the side of the Dungeon Master’s manual. “Caemdare has a bunch of enemies at the ready, and they’re kobolds.” Her eyes flashed as she gave a devious grin. “And kobolds make wonderful popping sounds when they burst into flames!”

Caem quickly looked up from his manual, his fox ears perked as she crunched on a ranch smothered celery stick. “Huh? Whu’d I do?”

Sam quickly rolled her eyes and poked a single fingertip against the side of Sherri’s head, causing her to tip over slightly. “You can’t do that, just because YOU know something, doesn’t mean your character knows it. That’s meta-gaming, it’s not proper roleplay..”

Here we go again. Beverly thought as she sat up from her seat and made her way over to the makeshift buffet, it was going to be a few minutes so she might as well get a snack. Begrudgingly she grabbed a plate and scooped on some Chinese take-out that had been served, she could eat healthy later to compensate for it… And go for more than one jog on the treadmill at the gym.

“Well I know it, and my character is a wizard so she knows it too! She has intellect and all that right? If I noticed something in the real world then it could translate somehow into the game.” Sherri glanced over to Caem for validation but Sam quickly cut her off.

The fox’s eyes widened as Sam suddenly stood up. “Okay. Fine. I’ll accept that.” She loomed over Sherri with a punishing stare as the small doggirl swallowed down her throat.

The difference in their sizes was always clear, but even moreso with the way that Sam towered over her so easily. “Sam, what are you doing?”

“Metagaming.” She replied with a sneer and quickly pressed her hands against Sherri’s shoulders and shoved her against the gaming table. With one hand she was able to pin Sherri down while the other slowly unbuttoned the toploop on her jeans which came down those luscious thighs with the slightest of tugs. Sherri squirmed underneath the horse’s grasp but in a moment she suddenly jolted, behind the scenes Sam had pressed her fat sausagey horsecock against Sherri’s folds and let her feel the warmth of her dick slickening between her luscious petals. “Mmmh going to be a good girl?” Sam leaned over whispering into Sherri’s ear.

“Nnnhf.. No.. No fair!” Sherri sucked in her lower lip, eyes almost glazing over as she felt her left footpaw lift from the ground. There wasn’t a saving throw in existence that could save someone from the delightful sensation of Sam’s fat cock! Her toes scrunched slightly as the dick started to push inside, squeezed tightly by her warm blue walls and the sweet juices that easily smeared against the length. “Hahhh.. This..” Sherri tensed tightly as the cock started to pull back and then thrust back inside, Sam’s dick rubbing against Sherri’s cervix which caused her claws to grasp onto the character sheet. “Fffhuck!”

Her powerful thighs bucked back and forth and she let herself lean forwards with her knee upon the table and pressing against Sherri’s side. Her fat balls clapped downwards against Sherri’s pussy, the hot meat rubbing back and forth and plunging her equine ring into her tight pussy. “Yeah.. Hahh.. Take it.. Every inch.. You love you slut!” Sam grunted as she worked all of her muscles, fiercely pounding herself inside. Her muscles tensed and her tail bounced up and down, briefly showing off her taint and pucker to the other players.

Beverly watched in awe as Sherri took such length, her bunny thighs slowly rubbing together as she stared at the obscene display they put on. “I do hope you two finish up soon, I am dying to get back to the game.” Beverly chuckled and took another bite of her cheat day orange chicken and fried rice.

Another handful of chips was noisily chewed up by the Dungeon Master Fox as he stared in giddy delight. Sam’s body was massive, even for a horse, she was a geek like the rest of them but her time on the community college rowing team showed off that stamina. Her powerful muscles bulged with every bounce of her hips downwards, simultaneously pinning Sherri into the table while using the small girl’s body for leverage while her cock slammed inside. Her thick swollen balls clapping as they met against Sherri’s puffy pussy. “Jeeze… Look at her go..” Caem muttered softly as Bev nodded in agreement.

PFF PFAFF THMP

The intense pressure and force that thrust into Sherri’s body created a collective worry between everyone except Sam that the table would break underneath. “Nnnfh.. Sam!” Sherri cried out, her ears folding back as she looked up over her shoulder at the horse who had a ecstasy filled sneer on her muzzle. Suddenly Sherri felt thick fingertips pinching into her shoulders and a rapid pace of Sam’s cock pounding inside of her. The thick meat swelling up even more than before, her fingertips grasped into the table as she braced herself for the heavy rutting that thrust inside of her sloppy snatch.

Like a rifle that had suddenly switched to automatic Sam’s hips came raining down upon Sherri’s slut-pussy, her cock mashing inside without a care in the world until finally she thrust down inside and put all of her weight into her dick. Her cock creating a slight bulge in Sherri’s pussy as she finally released herself. All that gooey horse spunk came flooding out from the tip of her cock and flooding Sherri’s womb with potent horse cum. “See?” Sam grunted as her cock pulsed inside of her. “In a few weeks.. you’re going to have a movement penalty cause I knocked you up!” Sam licked her lips. “And your character will be knocked up too!”

Beverly lifted her hand to cover her mouth while she chuckled at Sam’s reasoning, it may have been a bit of overkill but it definitely made sense. However poor Sherri was too disoriented to notice what the mare spoke of, her tongue was hanging out and her eyes were somewhat glazed over.

Sherri’s body quivered as Sam’s fat cock slowly pulled free of her slightly gaping blue pussy, thick globs of sticky cum began to ooze from her twat, dribbling down her thighs and puddling near her trembling footpaws. “So there!” Sam huffed, slowly rubbing her sausagey horsecock against Sherri’s asscheeks smearing her cum into the fur without a second thought.

“So!” Caem piped up after chewing on a handful of chips and watching this lewd display. “The Bartender folds his arms in front of you both.” Caem suddenly put on a deep gruff accent. “I hope you two are gonna pay for the mess you made.”

Sam looked slightly distraught. “Wait, what? I was just proving a point to Sherri that things that happen outside of the game shouldn’t necessarily take place in game!”

“Uh uh!” The fox chuckled and uncrossed his arms. “You both fucked a mess inside this guy’s tavern, in front of a whole buncha people. You guys owe him two gold coins, each.”

Sherri lifted her head, ears perked and eyes wide, as if she’d suddenly been injected with a shot of espresso. “Wait, what?! We owe how much gold?!”