Daring Do and the Pyramid of Testacles

Chapters

Shaft
The Full Spectrum
Kingmaker
Gaping Chasm
Mud Pit
Interval: A Yearling in Review
Interval: WonderBolt82 and SunHorseFan365
Interval: In The Tomb Of The Pharaoh

Shaft

The torch whooshed as it passed through the air, held in a muzzle as the owner looked around at the sandstone ruins around them, the torchlight flickering and causing her tan body to cast shadows against ancient hieroglyphics and tales of days long since past.

Daring Do, the greatest and most intrepid archaeologist of the century, according to some, was plumbing the depths of these ancient Neighgyptian ruins; they hadn't been easy to find, or simple to get into, and that was why Daring Do, trademark pith hat firmly in place upon her head, was the first living soul to set hoof in the tomb for hundreds, if not thousands of years.

Behind her, her trusty assistant Prismatic Sprint was the second living soul to set hoof in the tomb for hundreds, if not thousands of years, carrying her own torch and a beacon in her own right, her sky-blue coat and rainbow-hued mane sticking out against the sandy, dark environs.

"So, Professor," Prismatic said, looking around, gawking at the faded paintings and crumbling carvings. "Find of the century, or find of the century?"

"Mmm, find of the century, perhaps," Daring Do mused, her keen pegasus eye running over the ancient symbols and deciphering them. "I think this may be the lost tomb of Testacles..."

"Testicles? The Neighgyptian Pharaoh that sired the Thousand Sons and caused the Neighgyptian War of Kings?" Prismatic asked. "That Testicles?"

"It's Test-ah-clees," Daring corrected. "And yes, he was renowned for his... virility," Daring admitted. "And his obsession with sex. That's been noted. Several times on this wall alone, actually."

"What is that wall talking about, anyway?" Prismatic asked, stepping over to the wall to join Daring.

The combined light of their torches illuminated the wall completely, depicting a rather large picture of some headgear-adorned stallion buried to the hilt in some mare, with additional mares clinging to his hindlegs and gazing upwards with an expression that was clearly supposed to be longing. In any other ruler of an ancient civilization, it would be blatant self aggrandizement. In Testacles's case, though, it probably wasn't.

"Does that answer your question?" Daring asked. "Do I need to translate the Neighgyptian?"

Prismatic blushed. "No, I- I can read it."

Daring looked around, wiping her brow with the sleeve of her khaki shirt. "Accounts of his conquests aside, this tomb should hold artefacts of more... historical value. It's been said he was buried with more than a few unique artefacts and items of power, after all."

"I heard he was buried with a ninja sword!" Prismatic contributed.

Daring looked at Prismatic. There was a reason one of them had degrees in history and archaeology, and the other did not.

"I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" Daring said, turning towards a narrow doorway. "Come on, this is supposed to lead to his final resting place."

The two stepped through the doorway in single file, and found themselves in a much wider corridor on the other side; the walls were lined with holes from floor to ceiling, one doorway to another. It was wide enough for about four to stand abreast, and if you were standing inside the corridor, you were in range of whatever it was that came out of the holes. Luckily, whatever it was, it seemed to be inactive, allowing the two mares to stand there unmolested. The air tasted drier than usual.

"Why did so many Neighgyptian pharaohs feel the need to put traps in their tombs like this?" Prismatic sighed.

"Don't move," Daring said, holding up a hoof as she looked at the floor. "Something's up."

The two looked at the floor; the tiles ran to the end of the corridor, each one displaying a number of heiroglyphs that spelt out single words with no discernable pattern.

"Why does this tile read "chunky"?" Prismatic asked, pointing at one.

"I think this is the trap," Daring said. "If we step on the wrong tiles, we trigger the trap. Which looks like a spear trap, to me."

"But how do we know which ones are the bad ones?" Prismatic pressed. "I see the symbol for "Neighpon", I think that one says "chunky" again, but it has a funny accent on it..."

"Bottom," Daring translated automatically, and blushed. "Oh."

"And this one?" Prismatic asked, pointing at another one in front of her.

"Breasts," Daring said, her hypothesis confirmed. "This is a hallway of what Testacles liked in a mare."

"Oh." Prismatic blushed as well. "Uh, so, what sets off the traps?"

"Whatever it was he didn't like."

"He was picky?"

"Apparently," Daring said.

"Couldn't we just fly over it all?" Prismatic asked.

Daring spread her wings and flapped them to no effect. "Taste that dry air?" she asked. "Testacles must have had this corridor enchanted with a no-fly spell. Clever clod."

"Too damn clever for his own good, if you ask me," Prismatic groused. "Alright, let's get this over and done with."

Prismatic took the lead, stepping hesitantly on the "Chunky" tile. She put her weight on it, bouncing up and down a little to test it, and felt no give. She looked back at Daring.

"Guess he was a fan of fat chicks," Daring said.

"Weight was a sign of prosperity and wealth," Daring guessed. "Neighgyptians also prized... fertility and ability to carry a child."

"So the booty and boobs tiles are safe," Prismatic concluded.

"Yeah, basically," Daring said. "Keep that in mind."

"Mhmm," Prismatic said looking down. "Let's see... tall? Short? Huh." Prismatic looked back up at Daring. "Some of these are conflicting."

"Then pick one," Daring said, moving along her half of the corridor a little quicker. "No point picking both and risking a wrong answer."

Prismatic nodded, and stepped forward, moving on.

The two mares moved down the corridor relatively quick, making judgement calls as to what kind of women Testacles liked to bed – as they progressed, they realized that practically every tile was a right answer. He liked them tall, short, pegasus and unicorn. Even the heiroglyph for "male" was not a wrong answer. And so they grew complacent.

A complacency punished as Prismatic stepped forward, and wobbled as her hoof sunk down an extra inch.

"Oh no," Daring said. "Prismatic, what did-"

"White," Prismatic reported. "He didn't like white ponies?"

The walls rumbled, and Daring motioned towards the far door. "Come on! Let's go!"

The two ran for it, dust starting to fall in clouds around them, torches whooshing and flickering wildly in the shifting air as they fled the corridor; to their horror, the walls were starting to move inwards, and the far door was rumbling as it tried to drop. The ancient mechanism that the door relied on was ancient, though, and seemed like it had become stuck with disuse; not something that looked like it was going to hold forever.

Prismatic and Daring sprinted for it, and as one, realized the doorway was only wide enough for one as the door dropped abruptly, stopping with about a foot and a half clearance from the ground.

"You go!" Prismatic urged, hesitating.

"Shut up, and get under there!" Daring shouted, grabbing Prismatic by the rear and chest, and bodily throwing the other pegasus forward. Prismatic landed on her stomach, sliding forward on the sandstone and coasting to a halt just on the other side of the door as the stone finally slipped, and fell down with a bang and a cry of alarm.

"My tail!" Prismatic wailed, and there was a grunting sound. "It's stuck!"

"Don't worry!" Daring shouted. "You can pull it free, just do it a little at a time! You'll be fine!"

"What about you?" Prismatic asked.

Daring looked around at the closed corridor, with it's walls now at a startling two-ponies-wide distance apart, if those ponies stood head to tail. There were no visible mechanisms, just the walls closing in and the tiles on the ground. If Prismatic was stuck, there was no way she could make it to a trap release lever on the other side... if there even was one.

"Tell them I..." Daring swallowed. "Tell them I died doing what I loved."

"I'm so sorry, Daring," Prismatic said quietly, barely audible through the door and over the grinding of stone. There was a grunt of effort, and the tuft of rainbow mane stuck on Daring's side of the door jumped as a fraction of it was pulled through.

Daring faced the walls and considered the holes. Nothing was coming out of them. Perhaps the cutoff was inside one? She ran back into the middle of the corridor, and looked around for the slightest hint; she found it, in a faintly scratched symbol next to a hole, an arrow.

Surely not? Daring approached it, and found her hoof was too big to fit inside it. She put her eye to the hole to try and see inside, when something moved and tried to go the other way.

"Argh!" Daring stumbled backwards, dropping her torch reflexively and holding her eye as whatever it was that was hiding in the hole poked her in it, stumbling backwards. As she did, she bumped into the other closing wall, and felt soft protrusions in that wall, too, causing her to jump away in alarm and rub her eye so she could get a better look.

It was a penis. That was what had poked her in the eye. And she'd backed up into a multitude of them, protruding from the far wall. All was silent as she contemplated this development, but a heartbeart later, the walls started moving again.

Daring groaned internally as she had an idea, and reached out to the first penis with a wing. It was soft and floppy, half erect, and felt organic, although Daring could see signs of magic in it's construction. Part of the trap. And as she touched it, her hypothesis was confirmed when the walls stopped moving with it.

"This is disgusting," she groaned, rubbing the penis with her wing, stroking it up and down. As she did, it became more erect, starting to throb as it grew harder and longer. The wall she wasn't paying attention to started to move, and she quickly spread herself out, running her other wing over the other penises, causing that wall to stop.

As she gave two magical penises wingjobs, she looked to the exit; she could still see rainbow tail poking out, but couldn't hear Prismatic, if she was even making any noise. And it didn't look like she herself could abandon her job to look for another way out, as it were. Daring Do was all alone in this.

A blessing and a curse. Daring considered the nature of the trap and how she'd halted it. Perhaps... perhaps causing the wall's penis to climax would disable the trap? It seemed like a very "Testacles" solution.

She resolved to lie about this trap in future, and say there was a release lever inside one of the holes, as she turned to face the solitary penis, wrapping her tail around the other wall penises, stroking them gently to keep them busy as she focused both wings on the single penis.

She gripped it gently, stroking it up and down as she gently brushed it from beneath with her other wing; it seemed to work, as the penis went harder than before, starting to bulge. Daring adjusted her grip, feathering it from both sides, before she breathed gently on the head of the penis.

The warmth of her breath seemed to do it, and the penis erupted, spraying a short spurt of white jizz out of the end; unfortunately for Daring, her mouth had been open, and she coughed and spat as she tried to get it out of her mouth, gagging.

So distracted, she barely noticed the walls beginning to move again, the wall behind her not getting any action from her tail anymore, and the one in front of her, cum running down the penis' underside, beginning to pearl into a droplet.

Daring's eyes remained fixed on that droplet as she stopped gagging and scraping her tongue. Instead, she closed her mouth and licked her lips – sure it was gross, but once you got past that initial surprise... it had this certain...

She got up, and hesitantly, sniffing at the penis, opened her mouth and licked the underside, catching the forming droplet of cum and running her tongue back up to the tip, the walls grinding to a halt again.

She closed her mouth, and tasted it as she swallowed what little she'd licked up. Not bad, she supposed. But she needed more to get an accurate opinion. She opened her mouth, and placed the throbbing member in her mouth, licking the head with her tongue. She pulled back, and licked up the side of it, then back to the underside as she rubbed her face alongside the penis at the same time, trying to coax more out of it.

It quivered, but did not deliver.

She had to go deeper, then. She placed the head back in her mouth, and wrapping her tongue around the member, pushed her head forward, easing more of it into her mouth until it was full. She sucked on it, running her tongue all over it, and breathed deeply, a heady musk filling her nostrils. It wasn't enough, she needed more.

She bobbed her head back and forth, slathering the cock with spit that shone in the light of the torch that lay on the ground, forgotten. And the cock infuriated her a little; all this attention, for so little result? Sure, it had been some time since college, but she wasn't that rusty, was she?

Daring wondered if she was; it had been a long time, now that she thought of it, and all of it spent married more to her work than any potential suitors – of which there had been quite a few, truth be told.

Well, there was one way to answer that. She dipped deep once more, feeling the head of the cock bounce against the back of her throat as she slathered it up just a little more, pulled back, took a deep breath, and pushed forward, suppressing her gag reflex. The cock sank in deeper, sliding in further than it had before, and Daring felt her throat bulge and heave as the now impressively long cock entered it; she adjusted her posture to straighten out her throat, and pushed a little more, getting another inch or two in, all but bottoming out the wall penis, her snout almost touching the wall through which it protruded.

She coughed, a muffled gagging sound, and felt her chest heave as it tried to draw breath through approximately eight inches of cock; a futile action, and with a whimper of frustration and a little regret, Daring pulled back; it slithered out of her throat again with a wet schlick and she gasped for breath the moment it was clear, nostrils flaring as her body screamed for breath. As she recovered, she noted that the cock wasn't the only thing that was dripping wet, touching a hoof to her own clit and noting the moisture there.

She still had it, she mused to herself with a small smile, before taking another breath, and impaling her throat on the cock once more, faster this time, the inevitable gurk of her gag reflex going off doing nothing to deter her. She rotated her head, lapping at what little penis wouldn't fit into her mouth weakly with the tip of her tongue, jaw trying to pull her face further along and closer to the wall. The brim of her pith hat touched it, and as she rotated her head, it fell off, dislodged.

And she was rewarded, as the cock in her throat finally throbbed, warmth flowing through it as it pulsed and pumped; she pulled back, in time to catch a proper mouthful of the cum this time, the cock spraying over her snout and face as she swallowed it eagerly. Definitely not bad, but... perhaps a second opinion? Just to make sure?

Before Daring had time to prepare to solicit that second serving, she felt an impact on her rear, and found herself smushed face-first into the wall, her face right next to the hole where an increasingly limp penis now dangled out of. She twisted her head around to see the wall behind her had apparently decided to move forward without her noticing. Or maybe both walls had still been moving together while she'd been working. Hard to say. One thing was for sure, though, the semi-flaccid, half-mast penises of before were gone, and now they were tantalizingly firm and conveniently within range of her own moist nethers.

She could feel them, moving slightly as they rubbed themselves over her thighs and backside, feeling over her compass cutie mark and underside. As they did, Daring Do realized there was a gap in the coverage. They were everywhere but directly behind her. Why was-

Oh. She felt why almost as quickly as she asked herself that, and found herself slumping against the far wall as it slid inside her, a formerly recessed penis apparently just lining itself up with her. It penetrated her deeply, and Daring moaned as it seemed to rotate inside her like some sort of obscene probe, or a key in a lock, feeling her out from the inside.

And then it withdrew, a vacuum of warmth in its absence, eliciting an open moan of pleasure from Daring Do, a grunt of longing that was quickly satisfied as the cock rammed back in, filling Daring almost perfectly, like nopony else ever had. The throbbing length felt like it was made for her, a part of her, pushing in all the right places, just the right amount to make her purr.

Daring blinked as she was ravaged by the wall penis, chest flat against the forward wall as she stared up at the ceiling, lost in ecstasy, drooling slightly with the pleasure. It really had been too long. After this... she was so due a holiday. Sun, sand, and hopefully, a few toy-boys. She panted hard as she tried to look back at the member pumping in and out of her vagina steadily now. The toy-boys would be a bit of a disappointment after this, though. Definitely.

She looked back to the front, and saw the relatively limp and shrunken member from before. She was a little breathless now, sure, but... yeah, why not? She leaned forward, pushed in part by the cock in her rear, and engulfed the penis with her mouth, licking it and massaging it with her tongue and cheeks. She felt it quickly grow, becoming partly erect again as she tasted the salty fluid from before, breathing heavily and lustfully through her nose with a snuffling, snorting sound.

She felt long shapes run themselves up her sides, and under her wings; she didn't waste time obliging them, wrapping her wings around them and closing them, forming a tight, warm, feathery space, and they, in turn, wasted no time pumping in and out of their new homes, their warm lengths running up and down Daring Do's sides as the cock behind her continued to run her through to her core, and the one in her mouth began to expand down her throat again.

She felt something bump against her buttcheeks ever so briefly, and thought nothing of it, lost in the spit-roasting she was starting to get from the two cocks, now both fully erect and pumping in and out of their own accord, Daring doing nothing to stop them except moan inbetween throatfuls of meat.

Then a push on the underside of her tail, which she flicked out of the way instinctively before she felt a third push, this time on her anus. It gave her pause, feeling a rather wide, flat-headed penis of considerable hardness probing her butthole and the area around it. She tried to pull her head back and turn around to get a look, but before she could, the cock in her throat buried itself in her throat at the same time as the one in her vagina bottomed out, far firmer than it had previously.

She was stuck and couldn't move as the cock pressed against her tight asshole, and the first wail of fear in a long while tried to escape her mouth, muffled by the sheer volume of meat pressing against her voicebox, Daring beginning to buck and heave reflexively with a need to breathe. The cock pressed harder, and Daring felt her opening stretch to accommodate the slightly-moist intruder, bit by bit. Eventually, it opened wide enough, and the cock was able to squeeze inside, slipping inside her by an inch.

Daring sagged a little as the sensation overwhelmed her, but the firm cocks in her orifices held her up despite her weak knees, and Daring gurgled and choked on the cock deepthroating her as she was subjected to this new sensation in her ass, the cock slowly but surely pressing more of itself into her.

She could feel its girth, it was sizable, even for a stallion, and every inch it pressed into her felt like a mile, the foreign member pressing against her walls in concert with the dick in her vagina, massaging her insides simultaneously. The alarm she had felt previously was gone, although the strength stayed out of her knees as she hung there, held aloft by penises, getting railed in ways she'd never been before, to degrees she'd never dared do before.

The cock in her ass eventually stopped travelling in, and began to withdraw; it felt like it was pulling her insides with it, a concept that alarmed Daring Do, deep down, but closer to the surface, felt fucking fantastic, and she welcomed the withdrawral vocally and with gusto.

Which meant she was in for a real treat when it reinserted itself, having almost-but-not-quite withdrawn, this time travelling a little quicker, those inches still feeling ten times as long as they actually were, still running along her insides and massaging them into the dick next door, as it were. Her eyes rolled back as the pace quickened, and lost in the sensation, she had no idea how long it was before she felt the members in her begin to throb, growing warm, coinciding with her own. She knew what was coming, and so was she.

Her body tensed up, and her own channels contracted as she climaxed, fluid running in rivulets around the cock in her vagina and down her legs, dripping to the floor in puddles; it mixed with the fluid from the cocks as they pulsed and twitched, fluid flowing into Daring Do's insides seemingly by the gallon and after a few seconds escaping where pressure afforded them an escape, milky white rivulets running out of Daring's vagina and around the dick blocking her anus, thick white goo dribbling out of Daring's nostrils.

The penises held the insensate mare aloft for a while, until they, too, were too limp to remain upright, and with a slithering, Daring Do fell off them, the penises pulling out of her holes and hanging limp from their holes in the walls before retracting themselves.

Daring Do came to, coughing and snorting as she tried to draw a clear breath, dizzy with afterglow and irregular breathing. She stirred, legs moving in puddles of fluids on the ground in the light of the torch, which was starting to gutter out as it absorbed moisture from the edge of the puddle. She tried to stagger upright and found it outside of her power for the moment; she felt like she'd outrun a hundred boulders, and had that high she felt when she solved a puzzle, this sense of... accomplishment.

She cracked an eye open, breaking the seal of crusty jizz on it, and moaned weakly as she tried to stretch. Wasn't much space left in the corridor, that was for sure. Walls were practically boxing her in. She lifted her head, and bumped into something.

She pulled her head back and looked up; it was a fresh penis, dangling in front of her, and it wasn't alone, the wall in front of her starting to sprout them all around her. She looked behind her, and fresh penises were taking their places in the holes that sat between the two moist butt-marks on the sandstone wall, quickly growing erect, more than one occupying each hole.

She looked at the exit, and saw that while Prismatic Sprint's tuft of tail was gone, the door was still not yet opened. She looked back at the walls of penises, quickly growing to half-hardness in anticipation. Daring gulped nervously in anticipation of the task ahead, and wiped a dribble of drool from the corner of her jizz-crusted mouth.

Definitely going to need a holiday after this little adventure.

The Full Spectrum

Prismatic Sprint startled as she woke up in the dim light afforded by a brazier she'd managed to kindle with her torch, roused by the sound of grinding stone. She looked around anxiously, eyes red after she'd cried herself to sleep at the loss of her mentor and her imminent trapping in the lost temple, to see the door she'd struggled to open for so long rising back into the top of the doorframe.

With wet hoofsteps, a mare staggered through the doorway, slumping against it as she burped awkwardly, plastered in some white substance, some of it dry, just just as much of it fresh, her khaki shirt now more grey than green, unbuttoned and hanging limply off her, absolutely sodden with sweat and Celestia-knew what else.

Prismatic stared, slack-jawed for a moment, before a whiff of the mare's new scent, as well as that of the splattered corridor she'd just left, hit her nostrils and caused her to recoil.

"P-Professor?" Prismatic blurted out, grimacing. "What is that smell?" Prismatic sniffed hesitantly. "Is that-" She sniffed again, this time taking long deep sniffs. "What is that smell?"

Daring Do didn't respond, just staggering forward into the next chamber proper; as predicted, it was the actual tomb of Testacles, and his coffin lay on a raised dais in the center of the room, surrounded by steps. It was onto these that Daring collapsed, rolling onto her back spread-eagled as she gasped for breath.

"So many..." she gasped, staring at the ceiling. "Everywhere..."

"It's okay, Professor!" Prismatic flew over, sliding to a halt next to her mentor and cradling her head in her forehooves. "It's okay, it's over!"

"I'm okay..." Daring breathed. "Had worse... I..."

Daring lapsed into soft rasping, and Prismatic let her go, lowering her gently to the steps as she looked her mentor over. Her coat was thick with this stuff, and a quick sniff confirmed it was this that Prismatic was smelling. Prismatic looked quickly at Daring's face, which was slack as the intrepid explorer lay, recovering from the intrepid exploring she'd gotten, and flushed a little.

Prismatic looked around, searching for a more suitable item for what she had in mind, and found none; the perfect excuse. She wasn't going to lie – deep down, there was a small part of her that wanted this, one that had resigned itself to never being fulfilled.

Prismatic lowered her face to Daring's belly, and taking a breath, stuck out her tongue and touched it to her mentor's stomach; Daring Do mumbled a little, and Prismatic ran her tongue up the tan pegasus' torso, licking a relatively clean streak through the gunk congealing in the mare's coat.

Prismatic raised her head, gauging Daring's reaction to her action as she held a mouthful of the goo in her mouth, tasting it. As good as it smelt. She swallowed, and lowered her head again, running her tongue along Daring's body, removing the stains of her ordeal to the occasional mumble from Daring; whether actual pleasure or force of habit after the corridor, it was hard to say.

Prismatic looked at the now clean belly of Daring, and up at her mentor's face. Dare she? Why not? Prism touched her tongue to Daring's side, running up past her ribs and chest, reaching her collarbone... and going further, running up Daring's neck and along her jaw, before Prismatic pulled away, her nerve failing her as she got so tantalizingly close to her ultimate goal. Her breath was quick, heart pounding a mile a minute as she swallowed and moved in for the kiss, planting her lips on Daring's.

Daring Do's eyes snapped open and back into focus at the sensation, and stared at Prismatic, who was looking at Daring's eyes as well; the polychromatic pegasus broke away, stepping away hastily, head bowed in shame.

"Prismatic?" Daring asked weakly.

"I- I'm sorry, Daring," Prismatic said, shame thick in her voice. "I shouldn't... I'm so messed up."

"I didn't realize you felt that way," Daring croaked.

"I'm so sorry," Prismatic repeated. "I- I won't touch you again like that... It was inappropriate, and... and..."

"And I didn't mind at all," Daring interjected quietly.

Prismatic looked up at her mentor, who was looking back at her softly.

"But we shouldn't," Prismatic said quietly.

"We all do things we shouldn't," Daring said. "Doesn't make them wrong."

Prismatic stepped back towards Daring hesitantly, and then another, kneeling down next to her, faces just inches apart, breath mingling between the two, faces half-covered in the single source of light that was the brazier.

"Do it again," Daring breathed. "Show me what you shouldn't."

Prismatic moved her mouth back towards Daring's, and the two locked lips once more, closing their eyes and breathing deeply of each other through their nostrils. Prismatic felt movement, and Daring's forehooves wrapped around the back of her neck weakly, pulling her unresisting body into a sticky embrace, the two mares locked in passion that was building like flame on tinder.

The two broke the kiss, and Prismatic moved her face into Daring's neck, lapping at the cum there and working her way up to Daring's head, planting kisses along Daring's cheek before returning to her lips; this time the kiss was more intense, tongues mingling without grace.

The kiss broke apart again, and Daring breathed headily, swallowing the cum that had been snowballed into her mouth, and she looked up at Prism, smiling softly.

"Well," she whispered. "I think I'd like you to show me more of this Prismatic Sprint you've been hiding from me."

Prismatic smiled, and after a much briefer kiss on the lips, began to move down Daring's neck, breathing on and kissing Daring's belly intermittently as as slipped out of Daring's grip and descended ever lower to a puffy, tan mound; it was slightly pink with use, smelt heavenly, and was slick with fluids that Prismatic didn't waste time lapping up, running her tongue over Daring's button without care, eliciting a hiss and moan from Daring.

Prismatic smiled, and ran her tongue around Daring's labia as she adjusted her position, swinging a leg over Daring's body and straddling her torso, facing south with her head between Daring's hindlegs. Her breath was hot as she attended to Daring's marehood, sometimes barely brushing Daring's clit and other times dragging her tongue straight over it. Her tongue explored the folds below, probing the inner layers with astonishing depth, causing Daring to make a low noise of arousal, Daring gripping at Prismatic's hindquarters with her forehooves.

And Prismatic delved deep, pressing her face into Daring's mons, sucking on her clit as she plunged her tongue into Daring's channel, tasting nothing but warmth and more of the jizz she'd been lapping up.

Daring moaned openly, a long, lustful moan that echoed through the chamber, and Prismatic's heart skipped as she made Daring sing the song that could only truly be theirs and theirs alone, swirling around and probing in directions nothing that had been inside Daring's vagina had ever gone before.

Behind her, a steady rivulet of her own warm fluids was dripping onto Daring's chest; in between gasps of pleasure and surprise, Daring formulated a plan, and mustered up the strength to raise her head, and return the favour that Prismatic was doing unto her; it wasn't something she had done before, but she wasn't going to fail for lack of trying, running her tongue up Prismatic's crotch, catching all the escaping fluids and lapping at Prismatic's own clitoris.

There was a muffled, husky gasp of surprise as Daring plunged her own snout into Prismatic's marehood, and the cycle was complete, the two lovers lapping at each other in unison, repaying muffled moans of pleasure with more vigorous and creative probing, kisses and humming. Such a game could not go on forever, and they both felt canals clench on their tongues, the foreign protrusions writhing determinedly as they climaxed simultaneously, a gush of fluids running out of each other and onto snouts, into mouths opened in gasps of pleasure.

Prismatic lay on top of Daring for a time, before slowly dismounting and turning around to face Daring once more, eye to eye as they embraced each other and cuddled.

"Did I show you enough?" Prismatic asked.

Daring chuckled weakly. "You could never show me enough of that, Sprint."

Prismatic giggled quietly, and nestled her head in Daring's neck, kissing it gently, as the two curled around each other in the flickering light of the brazier and, breathing sweet nothings into each others' ears, went to sleep.

Kingmaker

Daring Do came to, with light quickly fading; she sat upright, groaning as she felt the pain of sleeping on a set of stairs make itself known, and feeling the crusty fluids of her recent adventures crack on her coat.

"Mmm?" Prismatic Sprint asked sleepily, waking up but not doing much else, content to stay curled up next to Daring's hip.

"Wake up, Prismatic," Daring said quietly. "We're running out of light, we should go before we're stuck here in the dark."

Prismatic stirred reluctantly, stretching. "I wouldn't mind that, as long as it was with you."

Daring looked down at Prismatic, and pecked her on the forehead with a quick kiss before clambering to her hooves. "Oh, Prismatic. But if we stayed here, how would I see your wonderful face when I wake up?"

"A point," Prismatic said, getting up, with Daring's help. "I didn't check, is the way out unlocked?"

Daring shook her head. "It was still sealed, I think. The way out has to be in here, somewhere." She squinted and grunted in frustration. "I can't see a thing! The brazier's down to embers!"

"There's an oil lamp somewhere around here," Prismatic recalled. "I saw it just before..."

Prismatic's shadow moved past the embers briefly, and she cursed as there was an impact of fetlock on gilded steel, the rattle of ornate goblets.

"It's a goddamn coffee table," Prismatic reported. "Stupid piece of..." there was a click of hoof on stone and a shout of alarm as Prismatic stumbled away from the table, and tripped into something loud and metal, the clatter of falling metal shells hitting the ground like a cascade.

Daring couldn't help but giggle. "Are you okay, Sprint?"

"Fine!" Prismatic got up with a rattle of metal. "I'm... fine. Just... here it is. An oil lamp."

Prismatic stumbled out of the metal, and staggered back towards where she thought Daring was. Daring stretched out a wing and caught her before she stumbled right past her, and pulled her into her chest, an impromptu hug that they indulged for a moment.

"Right, so how do we light it?" Prismatic asked.

"That's, uh," Daring hummed. "I suppose we try and use what's left of the torch...?"

The two moved over to the torch, where it sat in the brazier, and working together, touched the weakly burning torch to the lamp's end, to no effect.

"Does it even have any oil in it?" Daring asked.

"Uh, let me check," Prismatic asked, grabbing the lid of the lamp and pulling.

There was a flash of energy, and billowing indigo smoke issued forth from the disturbed lid in a torrent, filling the air. The two mares stumbled away in surprise, dropping the torch to land on the ground where the sudden impact was enough to snuff it out.

And yet, they were not left in darkness, as the smoke glowed with an inner, magenta light, filling the chamber with a weak light that they could see each other by. And a light that certainly enabled them to see the equine forward torso that formed in the smoke, forehooves crossed as the mare looked up at the ceiling, nose in the air, square-cut bangs immaculate.

"Behold, Evening Glitter of the Lamp," the mare declared loudly, not even bothering to look around or open her eyes. "Et cetera, et cetera, let's get this over and done with, Testacles. Make with the wish and the price."

She waited for a moment, and then opened one brilliant, solid sphere of light for an eye, looking around. She realized that the room was pitch dark, underground, and that the only other living beings there were two mares, staring at her.

"Oh," Glitter said. "I see Testacles is not here."

"Testacles hasn't been here for hundreds of years," Daring said slowly. "He's long since dead."

"For the love of – " Glitter seemed upset, floaing around in frustrated circles. "That son of a bitch died on me and didn't tell anypony about me, did he?"

"Who are you?" Prismatic mane asked.

Glitter cleared her throat. "I am the one and only, Evening Glitter, genie of the lamp, granter of wishes, maker of kings."

"You grant wishes?" Daring asked.

"I certainly do," Glitter said.

"Oh, good," Prismatic said. "Hey, we want to get out of this tomb alive. Can we wish for that?"

"Tomb?" Glitter began to glow brighter still, increasing her luminescence so the entire room was visible, even if it was purple. "Ah, this place. Okay, good news, bad news."

"What's the good news?" Prismatic asked.

"You can wish to escape," Glitter said.

"And what's the bad?"

"I can't just teleport you straight out," Glitter explained. "That was a prior wish made by Tesacles, that not even I could get someone straight in or out. I can show you the way, but the rest of it is up to you."

"Good enough," Daring said. "That's what we wish for."

"Whoa, whoa," Evening Glitter said, holding two hooves out. "So eager. There's a price for this wish. There always is."

"And that is?" Prismatic asked.

"One must climax inside of another so as to impregnate someone," Evening said bluntly. "Or at least, an effort must be made."

"What sort of price is that?!" Daring blurted out.

"I don't make the rules," Evening said. "When this lamp was forged, that was the rule set. Why do you think Testacles slept around so much?" Evening Glitter shrugged. "I mean, sure, eventually he was doing it for the hell of it, but those first few years... he had a real shopping list of wishes, and the wits to line up enough women to get them all fulfilled."

"How in the wide world of Equestria are we supposed to pay that price?" Prismatic asked, outraged. "In case you hadn't noticed, neither of us are stallions."

Evening blinked. "I suppose that is true. However, there is a solution – but the deal has to be made first. Can't tell you what it is until then. Technically I'm not supposed to mention it."

Daring looked at Prismatic, and after a moment's hesitation, the two nodded.

"We agree to this obscene price," Daring said. "Our wish is that you get us out of the temple, alive."

"Then the contract is made," Glitter said, holding her hooves in the air, causing them to glow brightly. "You will now fulfil the terms of payment."

The two mares began to glow as they were lifted into the air by magic, legs flailing helplessly as they rotated backwards, spread-eagled, facing the genie. Daring tried to relax, letting her neck hang loose as she waited for whatever it was that the genie was doing to happen. And all of a sudden, there was a warm sensation in her crotch, and she groaned involuntarily as a wave of pleasure rushed over her, distracting her violently from any coherent thought, aside from the fact that given Prismatic was crying out in much the same way, whatever was happening to them was mutual.

Eventually, the sensation faded, and Daring realized she was now back on the ground, flat on her back, a weight on her belly, something lying long and flat. She craned her head up to see the genie inspecting her, just in time to see the genie poke the long object lying on her stomach. With a yelp of surprise, she felt the touch, and the object twitched, falling to the side off her belly and hanging semi-flaccid from her crotch and over her hip.

She had a penis. A quick feel revealed balls to match, but any fears that the change was complete were allayed when she still felt her vagina below the balls.

"I couldn't tell who was going to be top or bottom," Glitter confessed. "So I just gave both of you the same package. Hope you don't mind."

Prismatic cried out as she sat upright and discovered her own package, gasping as she touched it experimentally and found it to be fully sensitive.

"Professor, are you okay?" she gasped.

"I'm fine," Daring reported, getting up awkwardly; the sensation of having something dangling between her legs was a new one, and not one she honestly thought she would have had to feel.

"I remind you that only one of you has to come inside," Glitter said, reclining in mid air, held upright by the stalk of smoke still coming from the lamp on the ground.

The two mares fell silent and coughed as they tried to discuss the issue without words. Unfortunately, their relationship was not quite so advanced yet, and they had to resort to using words. Words that neither of them could apparently muster the courage to say.

"I, um," Daring Do said, rubbing her foreleg with her other foreleg. "Do you... maybe, wanna..."

"Daring," Prismatic said quietly, cutting her off. "I'd be- it'd be my- I- what I mean to say is..." Prismatic looked at Daring, straight in the eyes. "Remember how you said you wanted me to show you more of myself?"

"Yes, Prismatic?"

"Please," Prismatic said. "Come inside me."

"If that's what you want," Daring said.

Daring walked over to Prismatic, and the two looked into each other's eyes for a moment, before tilting their heads and kissing each other, moving to an intimate embrace that quickly saw both of them on the floor.

"I've never done it like this before," Prismatic whispered to Daring as she rolled on top of her, their cocks touching and sliding over one another as Prismatic reflexively tried to grind her marehood against Daring's.

"I can't say I've ever been a hermaphrodite before either," Daring said.

"No, I mean, with a stallion," Prismatic said quietly. "I don't think I ever could. But with you..."

Prismatic trailed off, as she moved down Daring's body, rubbing her face against against Daring's crotch, and taking Daring's cock in her mouth, running her mouth along it like a hot dog. Daring moaned, and gasped as Prismatic placed the rapidly hardening end in her mouth, lapping it enthusiastically. She might never have given a blowjob before, but here, enthusiasm was easily making up for inexperience.

Prismatic bobbed her head up and down on the head as the cock grew, expanding to close to eight inches. Unlike Daring, though, she was unable to go much deeper than an inch or three, gagging slightly every time she tried.

But then, she didn't need to; she stood up, and wrapping the tip of her rainbow tail around the base of Daring's erect penis, pulled it upright and began to impale herself on it, her own cock bobbing up and down excitedly as it grew hard in anticipation; Daring moaned as she suddenly felt the other side of the sexual experience, her moans mingling with Prismatic's until there was a hiss of pain.

Daring looked at her cock – it was about four inches in, and a suspicious amount of fluid was seeping out of Prismatic's vagina. Daring looked at Prismatic, whose face was unmistakably contorted in pain.

"Prismatic, are you okay?" Daring asked. "We can stop, and do this another way, if you w-"

"No," Prismatic said. "Like I said, I've never done it with a stallion."

"I thought you meant-" Daring put the pieces together. "You're a virgin?"

Prismatic nodded. "For you."

"How exciting," Evening Glitter gushed, spoiling the moment. "Virginal blood!"

"You're not helping," Daring hissed at the genie.

"No," Glitter said. "Helping would be this."

Glitter swooped behind Prismatic, and before either of them could do anything, pushed Prismatic's hindquarters down into Daring's crotch, causing the rest of her cock to sudenly vanish to the hilt inside Prismatic, who gasped in pain, surprise and pleasure, lost for breath.

"Oh my stars," she breathed, going wobbly at the knees and falling forward over Daring Do, panting hard as her cock and balls throbbed, pinned between the two. She regained her composure and sat up, adjusting her posture a little as she looked down; there was a visible bulge in her stomach where Daring's cock was pressing against the inside of her, distending Prismatic's otherwise flat belly.

Prismatic stared at it in wonder, lifting herself up slightly and watching the shape recede, and letting herself fall again the bulge returning and slamming back into her insides, unable to go any deeper, Daring's new balls slapping against her ass with the motion. The mare herself was choking on air, unable to express the sensations coming to her with mere words or even noises.

Prismatic began to repeat the process, lifting herself off and dropping back down again, Daring Do feeling her cock grow impossibly hard and seemingly want to get even harder still as she did so. And the sensation when Prismatic stopped doing that and instead started grinding in circes, causing Daring's penis to stir around inside her was... was... Daring went limp as Prismatic continued to work, breathing shallowly as sensation continued to overwhelm her.

Prismatic looked down on Daring, and leant forward, grinding her hips up and down to keep the motion going as she hunched over and kissed Daring on the neck and face, moaning into her ear. So distracted, she didn't see Evening Glitter behind her, eyeing the rising and falling tail in front of her. She didn't hear the hum of magic as Evening Glitter worked her own personal wish, but she certainly felt it when the etheral hooves touched her hips, the legless torso of the genie hovering over her shoulder and speaking into her ear.

"Relax," Evening said, as a number of objects touched Prismatic in sensitive places, and pushed forward; the ethereal tentacles easily slipped into their respective new homes, the tapered point and lubricated length allowing Prismatic's anus no resistance, and causing Daring to gasp as her penis was joined by another length of writhing flesh that twisted around her penis as it thrust in and out of Prism's vagina.

The two tentacles in Prismatic's bottom began to twist and rotate around each other, unduating like a thick, ribbed cord of rope, rubbing themselves about inside her. A fourth tentacle extended from Evening's lower torso, and reached around to her front, the slick appendage wrapping itself around her neglected but still rock hard cock, and stroking vigorously.

Prismatic sat back upright, eyes starting to roll back in her head at the new sensations, and Evening embraced her from behind, the translucent genie nibbling on her neck as she ran ghostly hooves up and down her body.

Daring opened her mouth, just as she felt a number of tentacles press against her own lower holes; each one was thick and round on its own, but combined, they filled her in a way that was simply decadent, as she humped into Prismatic hungrily, the genie's tentacles stoking her flame ever higher.

The trio's breathing became ever quicker, Prismatic finally finding her voice as she bounced up and down, shouting "Yes!" with every descent, feeling tentacles plunder her deeper than any tongue she could have imagined; it wasn't long before the "Yes" became a wordless, grunting sigh of release as she was finally brought over the brink, her own cock jerking and spasming as it sprayed fresh sperm all up Daring Do's body and onto her face and panting mouth; as her vagina clamped down on Daring's member and Evening's tentacle, it was like a signal for them to join her, the genie pushing all her tentacles as deep as they would travel, and Daring shouting in ecstasy as she bucked upwards, her balls shrivelling up in one herculean effort to disgorge all their sperm straight up inside Prismatic, her body holding the pose for almost a minute, twitching, before she finally collapsed back flat onto the ground; she felt the tentacles withdraw from her holes as easily as they'd entered, and the ones inside Prismatic moving as they uncoiled and retreated much the same.

The genie herself was drifting backwards through the air, the tentacles hanging limp from just below the point where her body definitely turned into the column of smoke that held her up, and certainly not holding Prismatic up, who was still stuck in an arched pose, resting on her knees.

Daring reached up and pulled her lover forward to land on her chest with a slightly wet squelch, and embraced her lightly, the two just catching their breaths.

"That was..." Prismatic breathed quietly. "Incredible."

"Not bad for your first time... eh?" Daring panted back, grinning slightly.

The two lay like that for a while, Daring still well inside Prismatic even as her cock went flaccid and began to recede, a weak trickle of cum dribbling out of the vagina now no longer completely filled by cock.

Prismatic eventually pushed herself sideways and rolled over, the cock slipping out of her hole and hanging limply over Daring's thigh, the two just lying next to each other on the floor and starting to catch their breath.

"So, how was it?" Evening Glitter asked, coasting by again, now back to her normal self. "I think that definitely satisfies the conditions of the wish, so I will help you leave this tomb!"

Daring looked at Prismatic, who looked back at her, and the two smiled.

"Give us a minute or two," Daring said quietly.

Gaping Chasm

Author's Note

[oviposition] [noncon] :raritycry:

Thou'rt warned.

Gaping Chasm

Water sloshed as Daring Do slipped deeper into the tub, submerging herself up to her chin in the beautifully warm water.

The tomb chamber was now completely candlelit for lighting as Prismatic Sprint and Daring Do relaxed, taking advantage of the large array of items that Testacles had been buried with; while the box of novelty soaps had long since been eroded by the passage of time, and there was no source of water to fill the massive bathtub they'd found, they did have Evening Glitter, who would provide for what was quickly becoming a somewhat trivial cost of an internal climaxing; a quickie for the omnipresent candles, and an experiment in "diamond dog style" for magically warm water later, and the intrepid explorer and assistant were relaxing after a rather strenuous and messy few days; rigorous sex over the last few hours aside, it had been five days since they'd last seen a trace of civilization, and much further than that since the last place with faculties for an actual bath.

Daring Do watched her flaccid cock bob about in the half-opaque water as she soaked, the "temporary" organ remaining permanent until they got out, in case they needed to buy another wish from Glitter. She saw movement in the water beneath it, and felt a hoof playing with her vagina, Prismatic grinning and sinking low to stretch across under the water and play with her lover.

"Not a bad expedition, right?" Prismatic said brightly. "We came here looking for treasure and ancient history, we found love and some very exciting experiences..."

"And me," Glitter said, coasting by as she flicked through a leather-bound papyrus tome filled with Neighgyptian lettering that she'd found; according to the title, it was a complete ledger of every single child of Testacles, both daughters and sons.

"And you," Prismatic agreed. "You're going to love it out there, the world has really changed since you were put in here."

"Does the Neighgyptian Empire stretch from ocean to ocean like Testacles decreed it would, forever more?" Glitter asked.

"Not really," Daring admitted. "The Neighgyptians kind of died out, and now the biggest country in the world would be... Equestria."

"Never heard of it," Glitter remarked.

"It's very nice, very cosmopolitan," Prismatic said, scrubbing herself idly with an ancient bath sponge. "Plenty to see and do, not like here in this tomb."

"Oh, I haven't been here that long," Glitter said. "When I'm inside my lamp, it's hard to say how much time's passed. I did think Testacles hadn't called on me for a while, but..." Glitter shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I was able to finish my book while I waited, then you guys summoned me. It all worked out."

"You enchanted this tomb, though?" Daring asked.

"Yep," Glitter said. "And a bunch of other stuff, too. It took about sixty thousand ponies to build this place over ten years, about a quarter of them died doing so, and I think... twenty mares got impregnated by Testacles to pay for the enchantments, structural permanence spells, and traps."

"Traps?" Daring asked. "Like the one in the corridor outside?"

"Yeah, I know, right?" Glitter closed her tome, looking proud of herself. "Testacles was like "I want a wall of spikes, but instead of spikes, I want cocks, so I can watch thieves get fucked senseless," and I made the magic penises and the mechanism. Good thing you guys didn't set it off."

"Uh, we did," Prismatic said quietly.

"Oh? How'd you get out, then?" Glitter asked. "I'm pretty sure I only made that doorway wide enough for one, no fly zone..."

"I got stuck in there," Daring said, dunking her head briefly and giving her mane a vigorous scrubbing with her hooves, turning the water around her milky white as the dried cum in it was washed out.

"That's ridiculous," Glitter dismissed. "How would you be standing here, then?"

"I satisfied all the cocks and the door opened."

"Impossible," Glitter said. "No mortal pony should be capable of that, and yet, you're walking mere hours after you did it?"

"Daring Do is a legend in her own lifetime," Prismatic pointed out.

"Ah, for Archaeology and treasure hunting," Daring clarified. "Not whoring."

"Truly, we live in the future," Glitter mused. "Well, I suppose that explains the positively champion stamina you two have demonstrated so far. Even Testacles had to plan out his wishes and economize a little."

"Wait, what?" Daring asked. "You mean we can consolidate wishes?"

"Well, up to a point,"Glitter said. "You can wish for a thing, and specify sub-clauses like how you want it to be, done, when, what should be included... Testacles was lucky to find me, and clever enough to use me."

"Not that I didn't enjoy it," Prismatic said. "But I am a little cheesed off that you sat back and let us start a marathon just to run a bath."

Glitter waved a hoof. "You never asked – I didn't tell Testacles until he asked either, you know. He was halfway through a dungeon when he figured it out. Whew!" Glitter waved a hoof at her face and smiled. "I thought I'd seen everything, but that was a new level of hatefucking."

Daring blinked. "Hatefucking?"

"You know, when you're super mad," Glitter said.

"That doesn't sound like fun to be on the receiving end," Prismatic said.

"It wasn't. It was a Neighgyptian dungeon, not a happy romance chamber like this one," Glitter said.

"That's disgusting," Prismatic said.

"Rules of the wish just say someone has to get filled up," Glitter pointed out. "Nothing about consent, that's just gravy. Now, on a more pleasant note," she said, rubbing her hooves together. "Do we have any more wishes and holes to fill, or should we move on?"

Daring and Prismatic looked at each other, and nodded. "Yeah," Daring said. "We should move on."

"Alright," Glitter said, drifting over to the wall. "There's towels and a change of clothes next to the tub, free of charge; consider it a goodwill gesture for not explaining all the rules of the game in advance." She reached out, and grabbing a bracket for a torch, yanked it down.

The tomb shook, and the previously seamless wall split and began to separate, parts sliding up and down until a square portal to darkness stood there. Glitter bowed, gesturing at it.

"When you're ready, the exit awaits."

* * *

The torchlight flickered as the unusual trio trotted along; the tunnel was straight and narrow, sloping downwards ever so slightly.

"So, where does this go?" Daring asked.

"Caverns beneath the Pyramid," Gitter said. "They were there when the pyramid was built, and Testacles didn't want to wish them away. Said they added character. Or maybe he wanted to make me magically reinforce the foundation as revenge," Glitter said, shrugging. "He did spend wishes to generously riddle the caverns with traps, though," Glitter said. "To dissuade would-be thieves trying to get in the back door. Don't worry though," Glitter said. "Getting you out alive does mean I'll be leading you around the traps or telling you how to beat them in advance."

"Good," Daring said. "I've run from enough boulders in my time."

The tunnel ran out, and darkness waited beyond, the room so deep and vast it swallowed the little light the torches and Glitter could produce. The air was dry once more, marking a no-fly zone once again. Daring and Prismatic stood on the edge of the vast chasm, watching as Glitter shot out into the void, waving her ghostly hooves.

The chamber pulsed and began to come to life with a faint, red glow; outcrops of crystals and gems riddled the walls and ceilings, forming pinpoints of red light that stretched for miles.

Daring turned around and flinched as she saw thick strands of white covering the path ahead. A poke revealed the strands were soft, squishy, and a little sticky, although the dust of time had done a lot to cancel the adhesive properties of the web.

"Spiders," she said. "Why'd it have to be spiders?"

"Hmm, there was a bit of a dire spider infestation down here in Testacles' time," Glitter said. "Although, if it's been as long as you say... I rather doubt they've had many visitors. They should have moved on, or died out.

"Dire spiders?" Prismatic asked, leaping up and grabbing the web to tear it down and out of the way.

"Like a regular spider, but Dire," Glitter asked. "Big. Somewhat venomous. Or is it poisonous?" Glitter shrugged. "I can never remember."

"Can we not talk about spiders?" Daring asked, shaking her head and looking a little pale in the red light. "They give me the willies."

"Ah, so someone else has given you a willy before," Glitter said brightly. "I knew it!"

"No, no," Daring said, holding up a hoof. "I mean they-"

"Behind you!" Prismatic shouted, pointing.

Daring Do spun around, and finally sensed a presence; she looked up and saw a monstrous creature hanging by a long thread from the underside of the pyramid far above. It was like a pony, in that the head, torso and forelegs were similar – it had a perfectly-styled purple mane, two ears, an ivory coat and hooves like a pony. But that's where the similarities ended; everything from the hips down merged with a shiny, chitinous black shell, turning into a violent hourglass shape before forming a large abdomen, with another eight legs extending from the hips and top of the abdomen.

And the equine head was something nightmarish, the elegant mare's face marred by rows of tiny, beady eyes and a jaw filled with sharp, sharp fangs.

"Oh no," Daring said quietly, taking a step back. "Oh no."

"Welcome to my parlor," the creature hissed. "So good of you to descend from on high. You look like you have travelled far, you must be weary. I have little beds that beg for use; if you'd like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"

"What are you?" Daring asked.

The creature detached itself from the thread, and dropped to the ground with a whud that belied her weight, in contrast to her grace. She leant over close and pouted at the frozen Daring Do.

"Such rudeness," she tutted. "What, indeed. Who am I? I am Arachne," she declared. "I live here. This is my home, as it has been for generations, ever since the first Broodmother wove a web of stone to shield us from the world beyond."

"Fascinating," Glitter muttered to herself.

"What is?" Prismatic asked.

"Well, Testacles... experimented a little with paying for wishes for variety's sake," Glitter said, folding one hoof and pointing with the other. "Arachne here must be the ultimate result of his attempt with a dire spider. Did not see this coming."

"Oh. My god." Daring said, horrified, looking at Glitter. "How can you fuck a spider?"

"You wound me," Arachne said, an expression of mock-hurt on her face as she placed a hoof on her breast. "Am I not an attractive creature?"

Daring turned around again, and held up a hoof. "I would literally die before I called you attractive."

Arachne sighed, and held out her hooves, shrugging. "I try to be civil. Broodmother as my witness, do I try." Her eyes glittered and she grinned maliciously, teeth glinting. "Let's see if you mean exactly what you say."

Daring squeaked as Arachne's forehooves and legs spread out and she lunged forward to grab her. But the only impact came from behind her as something shoved her hard, and she fell on her front.

She rolled over to see a very generous view of the underside of Arachne's abdomen, where a vibrant blue mark shaped like a diamond was visible on the chitin. She looked down to see that the spider-mare wasn't turning around, and that she was clutching somepony else...

"Prismatic!" Daring shouted.

"Professor!" Sprint shouted back. "Go! Run while you can!"

Arachne regarded the squirming mare in her clutches idly and shrugged.

"A pony is a pony," she said, before biting Prismatic in the neck.

The younger mare screamed in pain, but it didn't last long, trailing off to a contented moan, and the struggling stopped. Arachne turned around and freeing her fangs, smiled at Daring.

"Sprint!" Daring shouted. "Let her go, Arachne!"

"Now, why would I do that?" The spider-mare asked. She turned to the edge of the chasm, and winked at Daring with half of her eyes. "Don't go too far away now, darling," she said. "I'll be back for you later."

Arachne tensed her legs, and sprang into the void.

"No!" Daring shouted, lunging forward to jump after Arachne. She was caught by translucent purple hooves as they hooked themselves around her forelegs.

"Whoa, slow down there, Professor," Glitter asked.

"Glitter!" Daring exclaimed. "Let go of me! She's got Prismatic, I have to go after her!"

"I'm sorry, darling, I can't let you do that," Glitter said. "At least, not from here – have you forgotten it's a no-fly zone? I have to get you out of here alive."

Daring blinked, and squirmed out of the genie's grip, jumping back onto solid ground. She looked around, spotting the damaged web that had blocked the way. The path had to lead to Arachne and Prismatic. It just had to. She'd get herself caught by another spider-pony if that's what it would take to get her friend back.

To get her lover back.

"Hang in there, Sprint," Daring growled as she started running.

* * *

Prismatic came to gradually; the light here was dimmer, the nearest crystals still very far away, and the red light not carrying as far as would be comfortable. She groaned softly; her neck was killing her.

She tried moving, and found no joy, as she was fixed in a spread-eagled position, on a slight angle. The only part of her that was still free was her head, and even then, only enough to look around; not enough to, say, bite through the web restraints that had strapped her hooves to the web.

She was pretty stuck.

"Ah, you're awake," a familiar voice said. Sprint looked down to see glowing red pinpricks for eyes in the shadows. They rose up, and Arachne was illuminated in all her spidery glory, white coat a deep red in the light.

"What do you want?" Sprint asked, teeth gritted. "Are you using me as bait? Forget it!" she declared. "I told the Professor to run. She won't come back for me!"

"Bait?" Arachne asked. "Oh ho, I hadn't thought of that. No, no, not bait."

"Then what? You're going to eat me?"

"Mmm..." Arachne smiled coyly. "Yes. Or maybe not. Depends on how you thought I was going to eat you."

Prismatic began to squirm as she approached, and closed her eyes in terror. And gasped as she felt a very unexpected, but welcome, sensation on her groin. She looked down to see Arachne lapping at her marehood, humming gently to herself as she worked. Daring couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she was taken down a familiar path for the umpteenth time today.

"I am no fool, darling," Arachne said, pausing. "I know when I am not the first. But so recently...?" Arachne smiled. "Could you, perhaps, be hot for teacher?"

Prismatic blushed, faced with the idea of confessing to a third party. And a stranger she barely knew, at that. Arachne laughed.

"Well, well," she said. "Whatever her skill, I imagine she can't do... this?"

Arachne lowered her head again, and a long, slender tongue snaked out and- oh, stars. Prismatic went limp, head hanging back as Arachne did her thing. If only Daring could do that. Prismatic closed her eyes, imagining Daring doing the same thing, just swirling around, and around, and-

Prismatic paused. It had stopped very suddenly. She opened her eyes, planning to sit up and ask what the big idea was. Instead, she saw a rather familiar sight.

Her eyes had adjusted to the poor light, and she could make out another web, much like the one she was lying on, some distance away. Like hers, the other web was also occupied, although the occupant was a bit on the thin side. Because they were dead, a whole skeleton still stuck to the web. Countless tiny strands of web dangled from the pelvic bone and bottom of the rib cage like a threadbare mane, falling through the groin and down to the ground below. Webs like that were only used when a spider wanted to climb down, right? Now why would that be? Webs that small would only be used by-

The penny dropped, just as there was a pinching sensation on the most sensitive of locations; Prismatic raised her head to see Arachne nibbling on her button. She looked up Prismatic's torso and winked.

"Something to help things along," she said. "I've tried saying "don't fight it", but it just doesn't work – can't imagine why," she confessed, as she clambered up onto Prismatic's web properly; all eight legs stood with absolute confidence on the web, and Prismatic found her voice lost as her groin burned with a deep heat, dripping fluid.

There was a slithering sound, and something long extended from Arachne's abdomen on the underside. The view was cut off as Arachne leant forward, biting Prismatic on the neck again, this time more gently.

"You'll be a great mother, I can tell," she whispered, running a hoof up Prismatic's torso.

Something hard and slightly rough slid into Prismatic's slit, and penetrated her deeply in a crude imitation of her experiences so far. Arachne pumped her abdomen a few times, poking Prismatic's insides. The mare wanted to scream, but her throat was cold and all she could do was stare into Arachne's serene face as it went on.

Satisfied, Arachne arched her back, tilting her head as she moaned, and the slender object that joined them suddenly flared it's head, locking them together as a fluid began to pour into Prismatic.

Arachne bit her lip, and Prismatic discovered why as something large suddenly pressed into her outer folds, within the tube. An egg, wider than Daring ever had been, even at her most erect. It was stopped for a little while, but Prismatic felt the impact of more eggs colliding with the back of the one that was stuck, and pressure building up. There was a bit of give, and then it suddenly slipped past, pressure beating what resistance Prismatic's near-virgin vagina could provide.

Soon, it was a constant flooding sensation, more and more lumps slipping through easier; Arachne was enjoying herself, eyes shut and bouncing up and down and running her hooves through her mane in pleasure.

Prismatic tried to hate it. But something – the venom, or a deep reproductive urge – made each egg feel like a reward; every time another one entered her womb, an achievement. She began to drool, even as she fought to stay focused. Her stomach tightened, and started to grow uncomfortably full, but the eggs kept on coming, and even the full sensation was starting to turn Prismatic on.

Help, Prismatic thought weakly.

There was a whip-crack, and Prismatic snapped out of her trance, looking at the source. Even Arachne had stopped, but being unfamiliar with it, she had no idea what to expect.

In the darkness, a familiar pegasus, wings outstretched for balance, was swinging through the air, with the end of a long corded rope – a whip – clenched in her jaw, the other end wrapped around a sticky web. She reached the end of her swing, and somersaulted through the air, the motion causing a fifth limb to be visible briefly against the magenta light following her.

Arachne tried to stand up, and Prismatic cried out in pain as Arachne tugged on her own ovipositor's anchor. The spider-mare was herself trapped, a victim of her own plot to keep Prismatic pinned down. She stood up as high as she could instead, back arched as she kept her hips low and abdomen angled up to look at the source of the sound.

And so she saw Daring Do land heavily on the back of her abdomen, clinging to her back as she scrabbled to get a better grip.

"That's my girl you're fucking," Daring growled.

"You have courage, little fly," Arachne said, relaxing. "But nothing else. You did not even bother to acquire a weapon?"

"Oh no, I've got one," Daring said, scrabbling up a little higher to sprawl on top of Arachne's abdomen. Arachne frowned – she had all four hooves in plain sight, but something warm was still blocking her spinneret...

"Glitter, spiders count, right?"

"They do indeed," Glitter said, hooves folded as she glared at Arachne malevolently.

"I wish for Prismatic Sprint to be free!"

This time, it was Arachne's turn for the penny to drop, and for something foreign to thrust itself into her depths. Daring grunted as she bottomed out inside Arachne's spinneret without hesitation or foreplay. She wasn't even sure if the organ was designed to even support such an insertion.

But after what Arachne had done to Prismatic... she didn't care. She humped vigorously and without mercy, stirring up Arachne's insides with her magical endowment as the spider-mare screamed and thrashed under the onslaught; but thanks to her ovipositor, she was trapped, and could do nothing but take it.

The venom was wearing off for Prismatic – she was able to scream too, in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her own insides were stirred up by the ovipositor; she felt eggs shatter as the organ speared them and crushed them, and the pressure on her belly lessen ever so briefly before it was suddenly replaced with a fresh flood of eggs from Arachne; with the beating her own guts were getting, Daring was inadvertently pumping more eggs into Prismatic.

Shattered shells grinded within Prismatic, and yolk from shattered eggs began to dribble out from around the ovipositor as the cycle of destruction, filling and general violation went on; Daring could feel herself getting close on top, and she motioned to Glitter.

"Spiders... are big, right?" Daring gasped. "Lotta... lotta space to fill!"

Glitter winked. "I gotchu fam," she said, her horn glowing. Daring felt the weight at the base of her groin intensify, and started to feel the underside of Arachne's abdomen as her now oversize testicles slapped against it. The act only intensified the pleasure, and Daring grunted a herculean grunt of effort as the back of her balls suddenly became slick with juices from her own cunny. They tensed up, visibly shrivelling, and Arachne joined the chorus, howling as inequine amounts of fluid started to force their way into the wrong hole.

At the very bottom, Prismatic screamed too; the force behind the eggs was now massive, causing them to shatter in the ovipositor and inside her womb as her belly was stretched to capacity; it was now a question of what would break first; the ovipositor, or her.

Arachne and Prismatic's eyes both bugged out, and as pressurized streams of cum began to shoot out from Arachne's spinneret around Daring, Arachne's howling took on a different pitch, and there was a wet sound underneath her.

Her voice broke, and she sagged to the side, her connection with Prismatic now broken even as eggs began to shoot out of the ragged remains of her ovipositor, smashing against the insensate, swollen mare with the other end of the reproductive organ jammed inside her, green yolk dribbling out as she was coated in more of it.

"Payment made, wish granted!" Glitter exclaimed quickly.

There was a flash of purple and the bonds that held Prismatic to the web vanished, although the mare was now too weak to move. Daring pulled herself out of Arachne's behind with difficulty thanks to her (still large, but much shrivelled) balls, and left the spider-mare to ooze cum and web from a ruined hole as she ran over to Prismatic.

"Sprint!" Daring exclaimed, pulling Prismatic free. "Speak to me!"

Prismatic focused on daring and grinned weakly. "I told you to run."

"You didn't say where," Daring said, hugging Sprint awkwardly. "I ran all the way here."

Mud Pit

Prismatic grunted in agony from behind the rock she was squatting behind, and Daring winced.

"You okay?" Daring asked. "Can I help?"

"Unless you can reach-" Prismatic strained. "Reach up inside me and pull these damned eggs out..."

There was a wet splattering sound and Prismatic sighed.

"You're done?" Daring asked.

"No," Prismatic said, stepping out from behind the rock. "But it'll have to do."

At least she could walk; the blue pegasus had almost needed rolling behind the rock in the first place. Now she just looked like she was extraordinarily pregnant with lumpy babies. She stretched out a leg and twisted around to see her belly, sighing.

"I am never going to get these stretch marks out." She looked at Arachne, who was bound with her own web, and kicked the spider-mare reproachfully. "Thanks, bitch."

"I said I was sorry!" Arachne said weakly, recoiling.

"Sorry ain't gonna fix this!" Prismatic exclaimed, gesturing at her side. "I'm ruined for marriage!"

"Don't worry, Sprint – I'll love you no matter what," Daring said.

Sprint turned around and smiled. "You mean that?"

"Of course!" Daring stepped forward and hugged Sprint.

Arachne made a gagging sound, and Daring glared at her.

"Hey, I'm still not that into spiders, but I will totally get over it if there has to be a round two," Daring said angrily.

Arachne held up her hooves defensively. And Daring relented, looking to the luminescent Glitter, who was staring into space pensively.

"What is it?" Daring asked.

"Just getting my bearings," Glitter said. "This little detour might not have been a detour at all..." she pointed, and a line of magenta light streaked out from under her towards the darkness, running a straight line along the floor of the cavern until it vanished from sight.

"Finally," Daring said. "Some luck."

"Aside from bonding with me?" Prismatic asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Aside from that," Daring admitted.

There was a polite cough from Arachne, and the two mares turned around, their good mood soured once again by the drider. She held up her bound hooves.

"Cut me loose before you go?" she asked hopefully. "Promise I won't follow."

"Like we'd buy that," Prismatic snorted, making a dismissive gesture. "Free yourself."

"Oh, only if I could," Arachne said. "My silk is strong and sticky, and your knots are..." she strained, and with no small amount of effort. "Tight," she finished.

Glitter opened her mouth in understanding."The brood are cannibals, aren't they?"

Arachne shifted uneasily. "Just a little."

"Well," Glitter said, looking to Daring and Prismatic. "I'm not exactly bothered one way or the other by the circle of life. It's up to you."

"I hope it's a slow circle of life," Prismatic said bitterly. "Come on, Glitter. Let's get gone."

Glitter nodded, and began to drift along the route she'd charted, Prismatic following.

Daring bit her cheek, torn between personal feelings and morality as Glitter's light faded away into the distance. She grunted in frustration, and fished around inside a pocket for a small folding knife; she snapped it open, and tossed it to land in front of Arachne, within reach.

"Good luck," Daring said, turning to canter after the now distant light.

* * *

The path had been long and uneventful; the underground abyss turned into a tunnel that was simply the last part of a maze, with passages and paths that wove back and forth several times. Daring wasn't sure if that without Glitter's help, they would have figured a way out on their own in time. But as it was, it wasn't long before traces of sunlight began to trickle in around corners in the tunnels ahead.

Prismatic sank to her knees in the last tunnel, holding her hooves out as she basked in the sunlight flowing in through the tunnel entrance.

"Praise Celestia!" she exclaimed. "The sun never felt so good!"

Glitter shielded her eyes with a translucent hoof, frowned, and stared at it until it went opaque. "We're not out of the temple yet, ladies."

"Eh?" Prismatic asked, getting up. "The exit's right there," she said, pointing at the tunnel exit. "And I'm pretty sure any traps waiting for us are designed to stop us from walking in, rather than walking out."

"The thing about traps is that they're unexpected," Daring said, peering at the tunnel. "But I can't spot anything."

"Oh no, it's here, alright," Glitter said, peering around. "Somewhere." She drifted forward. "It should be right here in the middle of the tunnel, or we would have passed it..."

Daring watched as the genie slowly approached the exit, and spotted a trickle of dust fall from the ceiling. Her heart leapt. "Glitter! Above you!"

The genie looked up in surprise, and shrieked as something large and orange fell out of the ceiling. It hit the dirt with a heavy thud, feathery wings beating furiously as talons raked the earth. But all it caught was dust and dirt as Glitter exploded outwards into glittering smoke that quickly flowed back towards Daring and Prismatic and reformed behind them. Glitter hovered behind Daring, peeking out from behind her at the dust cloud.

The dust cleared to reveal an orange mare's face twisted in anger, yellow mane overgrown and cascading around it. It almost distracted completely from the lion's body that followed it, or the colossal wings that shook themselves out and folded away. Daring recognized the near mythological creature – a Sphinx. It stalked forward, and pointed a claw at Daring... or what was hiding behind her.

"You," she hissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Alright," Prismatic asked, looking between the unusually cowardly Glitter and the creature blocking their way out. "I guess this is the trap. What's going on here?"

"Who are you?" Daring asked the Sphinx.

"Once, I had a name," the monster said. "Once. Then that ectoplasmic shyster hiding behind you went and tricked me, made me the guardian of this stretch of tunnel, forbidding me from leaving it. Now, I am all but forgotten."

"You, uh, look like you're doing okay for yourself, despite the time," Glitter said.

"I'm cursed with longevity and eternal beauty thanks to you," the Sphinx said bitterly.

"That's a funny way of saying 'thank you for a gift that millions would kill for'," Glitter said. "I see you've figured out a loophole and have dug a den for yourself."

"With my bare claws and the bones of anything that has tried to pass me," the Sphinx said. "It's taken quite a while."

Prismatic clasped her hooves together. "Speaking of passing," she said, "we kind of got stuck in Testacles' tomb going in through the front door, and would very much like to leave... and you happen to be standing in the exit." Prismatic inclined her hooves at the Sphinx. "Would you kindly let me, a pregnant mare, and the love of my life pass by?"

The Sphinx sat down on her belly and folded her paws. "Normally, I would demand that you answer my riddles three to earn safe passage," she said. "Failure making you dinner."

"Okay," Daring said slowly. "But not us?"

"No," the Sphinx said. "Because that damn genie is with you, I demand that you use a wish to free me from this accursed duty."

"Can't," Glitter said quietly. "This tomb and all it's defenses are permanent. Can't undo them with a wish."

"Then we have a problem," the Sphinx said. "If I can't leave, you can't leave."

"But-" Prismatic gestured at the sunlight, so tantalizingly close. "What if we just... ran past you?"

The Sphinx held out a paw, and four claws sprang out, glinting in the light. "Try it," she suggested.

Daring turned around to Glitter. "I really hope there's some sort of loophole to Testacles' wish for permanency."

Glitter shook her head. "He was very clear. This tomb, and all the enchantments I worked to make it, permanent until the One True Ruler of Neighgypt said otherwise."

"That sounds like a whacking great big loophole," Prismatic said.

"Not really," Glitter said. "Testacles proclaimed himself to be the One True Ruler, and by definition, there can really only be one."

"Which is what started the War of Kings," Daring said. "He never nominated an heir, as far as we know."

Prismatic rubbed her forehead, scrunching her face. "Wait, didn't like, half of them claim to be the heir because they had the "Magnum Scepter" or something?"

"Yeah," Daring said. "All fakes, of course, but..." Daring looked at Glitter. "Would holding the Scepter make one of us the One True Ruler by conquest?"

Glitter shrugged. "Never happened before."

"Well," Daring said, looking back at the Sphinx. "I'd say it's the best bet we've got. Does it count as a wish wanting to know where it is?"

"Nnngh," Glitter said, suddenly struck with a visible case of lockjaw. She waited and worked her mouth carefully. "Damnit," she said. "I can't tell you where it is at all apparently; wish or no." A small smile crept onto her face. "I can tell you it is absolutely not within this tomb, though."

Prismatic grinned. "Definitely not?" she asked. "So it's not back in the chamber we found you in?"

"Uh... it really isn't," Prismatic said. "Testacles certainly didn't have a second, real burial chamber built under this tomb, far more likely to hold the Magnum Scepter."

"Ah, the old Neighgyptian Treasure Gambit," Daring said. "Easy burial chamber with treasure to distract from the real chamber with the real treasure. Classic."

"Makes me wonder why he left you in the easy chamber," Prismatic asked Glitter.

Glitter shrugged. "Maybe he wanted me to be found eventually?" she asked.

"Alright," Daring said, rubbing her hooves. "Let's find the real tomb."

"You know, I can't tell you the location of this hypothetical tomb," Glitter said.

"I've grown soft, relying on wishes," Daring said. "Remember; I'm the foremost expert in adventure archaeology in the world. If anypony knows how to find a real tomb in a fake tomb, it's me."

* * *

"As the architect," Glitter said, "I have to say that I'm both kind of embarrassed and quite impressed."

The two mares and genie stood in front of a titanic wall of worked stone, immense double doors barring the path.

"She is good at what she does," Prismatic said.

Daring wasn't paying attention, busy reading the inscriptions on the door, mouth moving silently. She wandered over to one of a dozen holes in the wall, and thumped the edge. A half-flaccid penis of almost comical length fell out, and she wasted no time sucking it into her mouth and immediately deep-throating it's entire length with only a small gurk.

Prismatic blushed. "Very good."

There was a rumble of stone as the trigger was satisfied, and Daring pulled back, letting the penis evaporate and the doors slowly side open, receding into the walls.

"Most tomb raiders would have just pulled on it," Glitter remarked.

"Yeah, well, this is Testacles," Daring said, wiping her mouth. "Also, you forget I disarmed that trap? Come on, let's go."

The trio stepped over the threshold, and the air grew heavier; Glitter seemed to grow less translucent, and her hovering was restricted to normal pony height.

"Oh my," she said. "I guess these anti-magic and anti-flight enchantments are stronger than I remember... I need to return to the lamp for now."

"Sure," Daring said, opening up the lid.

"Thanks," Glitter said, turning to smoke and flying into the vessel, the lid pulling itself shut behind her. "I'll support you from here," a tinny voice said from the lamp's spout.

"Got it," Daring said, hooking the lamp to her belt, and looking around.

All around them, the vast corridor was lined with... houses.

Ancient stone buildings, designed in the Neighgyptian style, ran into the darkness like an underground suburban street; ancient, rotting wood posts marked the front of each home's territory, ancient earth planters filled with wilted plants and crumbling lawn flamingos.

"What was this place?" Prismatic asked.

"Some sort of residence," Daring said.

"These would be the homes of Testacles' wives," Glitter said. "Upon his burial, his wives were to accompany him to remain eternally faithful."

Prismatic grimaced. "That's messed up."

"If they adored him the same way they did when I last saw him, they probably competed to secure a position here," Glitter said.

It was slightly unsettling to advance down the avenue; there were a lot of houses, and they all had the same "forgotten" vibe; only one or two skeletons were spotted, ancient corpses sprawled in garden beds or hunched over kneeboards.

Ahead, another set of double doors stood, although these were mere wood, and not secured. Pushing together, Prismatic and Daring forced one open to slip inside.

They found a well-lit chamber, eternal torches flickering in the corners and in the chandelier high above. The sides of the chamber were filled with tiered seating, arranged around the centrepiece of the room; a vast square of some smooth, brown terrain bordered with stone.

On the far side, atop a podium and lying on a stone couch next to what was clearly a throne, was an immaculate, yellow mare in a flowing, white tunic; her pink mane was done up in a tight bun, and the torchlight glinted off the golden necklace that dangled around her neck, rising and falling with her chest.

"What in the..." Prismatic nudged Daring. "You're seeing all this, right? Did we step into an illusion trap? Or back in time?"

"It sounds like you've seen the Arena," Glitter said. "It's simply eternal. Testacles' wives needed ways of establishing a pecking order, and this was the where Testacles wanted them to do it."

"And that mare?" Prismatic asked, jerking a hoof at the sleeping mare.

"Mind your tongue, harlot," a steady, but firm mare's voice demanded.

Prismatic and Daring did a double-take as the sleeping mare's eyes opened, and she sat upright with no difficulty, rising to her hooves and taking up a position at the edge of the raised platform, spreading her wings wide for effect.

"You stand before Raptora, Wife of Wives, 'best girl' of Testacles," the mare declared. "State your business."

Daring fought an impulse to bend a knee. "We seek entrance to the resting place of Testacles to obtain the Magnum Scepter," she said.

"Denied," Raptora said without hesitating. "Only Testacles' foremost wives may enter his chambers without summons."

"Alright," Daring said, holding out her hooves. "What's it going to take to become his foremost wifes, or to make you get it for us?"

Raptora grinned. "You? Become his wives?" She laughed loudly, her harsh laugh echoing through the arena. "You, who have lain with beasts?" She narrowed her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? I can smell it." She pointed at Prismatic. "I can see it."

"Hey," Prismatic said hotly. "The beast laid with me, alright? Can't help that I'm totally fuckable."

"A submissive mare could never become Wife of Wives," Raptora said. "This is as far as you get."

"What about me, then?" Daring asked. "I did the fucking."

Raptora smiled. "Did you, now?"

"She did," Glitter chimed in.

Raptora narrowed her eyes. "I thought I heard you, genie. Where are you hiding?"

"In my lamp," Glitter said. "Nice to see you're still as much as a possessive bitch as you were before, Raptora."

"Nice to see you're still bitter about not being his wife," Raptora fired back.

"For the last time, I never wanted to be his wife!" Glitter exclaimed, her lamp shaking. "I'm a genie! It would literally never work out!"

"Girls, girls!" Daring exclaimed, glancing at the lamp and Raptora. "Please – we're here for the Magnum Scepter. If being the alpha wife is what it takes, then I'm here to become the alpha wife."

"Easily said," Raptora said, hopping off the edge of the podium and down to the floor of the arena, walking towards the smooth brown square. "But not so easily done." She shrugged off the tunic, letting it pile on the floor. "Step forth, and I'll show you why I'm Testacles' greatest wife."

Daring stepped up to the edge, and looked at Raptora. She unhooked the lamp and stared at it. "So, Glitter, what exactly am I doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Glitter asked. "You're Neighgyptian mud wrestling; winner is the superior wife. Beat Raptora, and you get the fancy necklace that I'm sure she's wearing, and the title of Wife of Wives."

"Mud wrestling?" Prismatic chuckled. "That's kinda hot."

"Alright," Daring said, taking her hat and shirt off, passing them to Prismatic along with the lamp. "Gimme ten minutes. I did alright in the wrestling team back in college."

Suddenly, the wooden doors to the arena creaked as they slid open; Prismatic and Daring spun around to see a bone-chilling sight.

The skeletons of dozens of mares started stalking into the arena, and the murmur of excited conversation filled the air; she watched, dumbfounded, as the undead mares made their way to the tiered seating; some of them were carrying ancient wooden signs bearing hieroglyphs in faded paint. Prismatic turned her head to read some: "Raptora 3:16". "I ❤ Testacles".

"Alright," Daring said nervously. "Looks like we'll have an audience..."

"No pressure," Prismatic said, grinning.

"Quick," Glitter said. "Grab a front-row seat, or they'll all be gone."

Prismatic nodded to Daring, and cantered over to a front-row seat, sitting down between two eerily excited skeletons.

Daring stepped onto the brown square, and sunk in up to her fetlocks; the once smooth surface suddenly marred by ripples as the uniform sludge was disturbed by her passage. On the other side, Raptora stepped in, her expression supremely confidant.

The middle of the mud rippled, and a skeleton rose from the depths; it wore the rotted remains of a striped shirt, and held a bony hoof aloft. Raptora undid her necklace, and expertly flicked it to the skeleton, who caught it and held it aloft, showing it to the crowd.

"This is a title match!" the skeleton declared. "First mare to submit, pass out, or be pinned is defeated! Cutting and gouging is not permitted! Raptora, are you ready?"

"Ready," she said.

"Daring Do!" the skeleton exclaimed. "Are you ready?"

Daring blinked in surprise. How did the skeleton already know her name? "Ready!"

The skeleton chopped the air. "Wrestle!"

A metal bell dinged and the skeleton slid back towards the edge of the arena, well out of the way of the two mares, who both pounced as one to suddenly loud roars of excitement from the skeletal crowd.

The two met in the middle of the arena with tremendous force, and found themselves evenly matched as they tried to get a grip on the other with both wings and hooves. Raptora grinned, and shoved Daring sideways like a pro; her hooves lost traction, and shot out from under her, and Daring was the first to fall flat in the mud with a splat ; almost immediately, she recovered, using her wings to roll away and throw herself back upright.

"First mud!" the referee exclaimed.

"You are like a foal," Raptora taunted. "Have you so much as touched mud before?"

"Come on," Daring said. "I can't just beat you without making it look like you had a chance first. These mares came here for a show!"

The two rushed in and clashed once more; this time, it was Daring who made her move; she didn't push Raptora into the mud though, and instead left it, wrapping herself around the neck of the yellow pegasus, and throwing her weight around. Raptora stumbled, and as planned, was dragged down to the mud.

Daring tightened her grip, but Raptora began to thrash, and thanks to the mud, slipped out of Daring's chokehold like an eel. But as she began her own recovery, Daring lunged out, and bit down on her long tail, dragging her back into range before grabbing Raptora's hindlegs and going for another hold.

This time, Daring stood up, and after entangling Raptora's hindlegs in her own, sat down heavily on the yellow pegasus' head to keep her pinned, feeling proud of herself. The leg lock was solid, and between that and the fact that Raptora's face was practically buried in the mud, she was sure to win.

Then she felt Raptora turn her head around, and blushed as she felt a snout go somewhere intimate. This was why they wrestled in leotards.

And then she gasped as she felt something that shouldn't be go somewhere she hadn't expected; the surprise caused her to let go, and suddenly she found herself landng on her back, kicked off of Raptora, Daring sat up quickly to see Raptora rising; the muddied mare still looked smug.

"What..." Daring exhaled, remembering what she felt. "What was that?"

"Don't you know?" Raptora asked. "It's not against the rules to pleasure the opponent in a match. If the opponent's having an orgasm, how can they stop you pinning them?"

Daring shook her head. "No, what was that? What did you do?"

Raptora grinned, and opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang out. That wasn't it. What it was slowly emerged from the back of her throat; a mottled-yellow, semi-erect horsecock, dangling down her tongue and chin.

"Wow," Prismatic said. "That's... I've heard of cock breath, but that's ridiculous."

"That's definitely new," Daring said uncertainly.

Raptora sucked the meat sausage back into her mouth and it vanished back down her throat. "Isn't it just?" she asked. "Prepare yourself."

Daring blinked, and her breath caught as Raptora all but vanished; mud rooster-tailed behind her as she darted around the edge of the pit and scooped up Daring with alarming power. Daring kicked the air reflexively, but it did nothing to stop Raptora firmly planting her on her back in the mud.

Almost immediately, Daring's view of the ceiling was blocked out by the hindquarters of Raptora as the elder mare grabbed Daring's hindquarters; she made a gagging sound, and Daring felt the penis press up against her lips; between the mud, Raptora's spit and the fact that the teaser before had set her off, it went in easily and with amazing speed, and she gasped in pleasure before struggling to return to her senses.

"Two can play at that game," she gasped, lunging up and grabbing Raptora. The two began to 69, as Daring attempted to give the fastest and sloppiest tongue job she'd ever given. But unlike her, Raptora didn't gasp, or go weak; she laughed around the cock emerging from her mouth, and kept going.

Daring's knees quivered, and she realized she was in a losing battle; reluctantly, she braced herself on Raptora's hindlegs, and ripped her crotch free of the mare's ministrations, throwing her hindlegs under herself and leaping away.

Raptora let her go, and sucked the cock back in, licking her lips and smiling. "It won't work, you know," she said. "It takes a genuine dicking to get me going. Nothing less."

Daring clicked her tongue in frustration. And had an idea. She looked towards Prismatic and Glitter.

"Glitter! I wish for Prismatic to be purged of Arachne's eggs!"

"Hey!" Prismatic exclaimed. "There's not even that many left, I don't need a wish for-"

"Deal!" Glitter exclaimed. "Make with the payment!"

Daring looked back at Raptora, and smiled as she felt a now familiar weight form between her legs. Raptora tilted her head, and bit her lip.

"That's definitely new," she said. "Bit on the short side though, isn't it?"

Daring blinked, and looked down, and back up. "This thing's almost as long as my bucking leg, and it's only at half-mast," she said, incredulous. "I'm pretty sure it's too long – how long does it need to be?"

Raptora winked, and gagged as she swung her head around. Daring's eyes widened as the cock flew out... and out... and eventually reached across the entire arena, swinging around to slap her in the neck and wrap itself around like a thick, meaty rope that quickly went taut as Raptora pulled hard.

Daring left the mud as she flew forward, and Raptora threw her head, reeling Daring in until the stunned mare was within grabbing range.

"Don't worry," Raptora whispered as the penis returned to her throat. "I'll make sure you have a chance to get your wish. But not before I win this match."

Daring opened her mouth for a retort, but it was lost as Raptora immediately planted an open-mouth kiss on her. There was not just a little bit of tongue, and she took the bait without thinking.

Once again, Raptora gagged, and Daring followed suit as she suddenly found herself deepthroating cockmeat. But unlike the magical ones that were a part of the tomb, Raptora's didn't magically allow her to breathe around it, nor had she caught her breath before starting. Raptora's grip was like iron, and Daring's nostrils flared as she spluttered, heart racing as her body made a demand to breathe known. Raptora opened her own eyes, and Daring stared into the eyes of a mare who knew exactly what she was doing.

Daring felt the throatcock squirming about in her own throat, sliding in and out. She gagged, and a thin trickle of fluid and slime dribbled out of her nostril. Her heartbeat pounded in her head, and the world started to go dark – if she blacked out now, they were never getting out of the tomb alive!

She sank down, and slid onto her back; Raptora let her fall, but kept the open-mouth kiss going, straddling Daring and pinning her down with her chest. Daring wriggled, feeling meat slide into alignment, and praying, thrust.

There was just enough angle and give; the flat head of Daring's dick caught on the rim, and freely slid into Raptora. It was just the tip, but it was enough. Raptora relinquished her kiss and her grip slackened as she gasped in surprise; just enough space for Daring to catch a breath through one nostril and around the cockmeat.

Daring grabbed Raptora, and thrusting at the same time, rolled over. Raptora's legs went stiff, and she fell over easily, her position reversed in a flash. This time, it was Daring on top, and she had all the room she needed, squatting down low, and driving hard.

The cock slid out of Daring's throat and snapped back into Raptora's as she moaned loudly. Daring bottomed out, and leaned forward to whisper into the stunned mare's ear.

"It's not the size that counts," she said, grinding her hips. "It's what you do with it."

Raptora couldn't say anything except a steadily rising moan of pleasure, her body shaking as Daring slowly began to pull out, preparing to ram her cock home again. Daring grinned trumphantly as she thrust, and-

Splat

Suddenly she found her vision obscured by white goo, and cried out in surprise; Raptora still looked like she was having trouble stringing thoughts together, but stringing she was; her mouth was open, and the penis hiding in the back of her throat had fired a shot into Daring's face, turning the tables for a brief moment.

Daring was thrown onto her side, and she felt Raptora spin around on her dick; two hooves grabbed her own hindquarters, and a gobbet of something slimy hit her anus before it was forced open by something hard, rigid and undulating furiously.

It was Daring's turn to moan out loud, and plans to counterattack were quickly distracted by something lapping at her button, hot breath causing her nethers to tingle.

She thrust again on reflex, and Raptora moaned; the wriggling and licking stopped for a moment, but Daring almost immediately lost her advantage as Raptora's cock tried to pull out.

But she held on, fighting the instinct to lock up and clamp down, and stabbed harder, deeper. More of Raptora left her, and the yellow pegasus was struggling to maintain her grip, lost in ecstasy. Another thrust, and Daring was free again; she could feel her insides clenching, looking for the intruder it so loved.

Time for that later; she twisted around, grabbing Raptora from behind, and almost exactly like her first move, rolled onto her back, holding Raptora in a headlock as she thrust upward into her.

"G- G- G-" Raptora stammered, before her tongue began to loll out; her struggles were weak, feeble and half-hearted.

Daring tightened her grip, moving from headlock to chokehold, she felt Raptora's throat thicken as it filled with cock once more, but nothing emerged. Raptora's eyes began to roll back in pleasure as Daring pounded away at her guts, and she gagged one last time as her pussy finally clamped down, going into full orgasm.

Daring watched as a stream of white shot into the air from Raptora's throat as she came through her throatcock at the same time, and couldn't help but open her own mouth as she panted hard, hoping to catch some of it as it splattered back down on the two.

* * *

Raptora came to with a snort, staring at the chandelier above; her body was filled with an excited tingle and a sense of pleasure; an itch that had long since needed scratching, finally satisfied. But the last few moments were a bit of a blank...

A tan mare poked her head into view, joined by a sky blue mare with a prismatic mane; she tried to say something, but only managed a thick gurgle.

Raptora, wife of wives, was lying on her back in the middle of a churned pit of mud; the mud was streaked with white cum, a pool of it dribbling from her pussy, and her own mouth was full, the tip of a mottled horsecock just barely poking over the surface.

It slid back down, and Raptora swallowed, gasping for breath.

"That is an unbelievably kinky trick," Prismatic said, pointing.

"Toad extract, powdered cock, and potions of adaptation and permanence," Raptora breathed. "How did..."

"You blacked out," Daring said. "You lost."

"No... you," Raptora said, pointing. "I had you... thought the tailhole was your weakness..." She let her hoof fall flat, and sighed. "Congratulations, Daring Do... the new Wife of Wives to the greatest stallion in the world. Welcome to the harem."

Interval: A Yearling in Review

World-renowned author A. K. Yearling closed the book, and took her glasses off slowly, gently folding them and putting them down on the table.

She didn't recall it happening quite like that.

Interval: WonderBolt82 and SunHorseFan365

"Rainbow Dash, what is that?"

Five words delivered at the most inopportune time was enough to make Rainbow Dash realize how Fluttershy felt almost all the time, as she jumped in her chair, heart clenching tightly as she quickly threw her hooves across the keyboard of the computer, mashing the "hide window" keys and returning the computer to a picture of the Wonderbolts Academy graduation ceremony.

"What am I doing?" Rainbow Dash laughed, spinning around in her swivel chair to see Twilight Sparkle standing right behind her, in the middle of her cloud house. "That's, ah ha, a really good question. Almost as good as why you're here, standing right behind me like that."

The purple alicorn raised an eyebrow. "You said you were going to give me a flying lesson, right?"

"Oh," Rainbow said quietly. "Wait, what time is it? Didn't I say we were gonna do this at like, five?"

"It is five, Rainbow," Twilight said. "About twenty past, actually. I came up here to get you."

"Oh pony," Rainbow groaned. "I lost track of time." She got up quickly. "Come on, let's go."

"One moment, Rainbow," Twilight said. "About that on the computer there..."

"It's nothing," Rainbow blurted. "Just some... writing practice."

"You mean erotic Daring Do fanfiction," Twilight said, drilling straight to the point and causing Rainbow to flush. "It looked like erotic fanfic to me."

"That's... um, kinda, sorta..." Rainbow's voice dwindled away to a squeak. She looked at her hooves in shame, and flinched when she felt a hoof place itself on her shoulder. She looked up to see Twilight looking back at her understandingly, smiling.

"It's okay," she whispered. "You're not the only one."

"I- what?" Rainbow asked, surprised.

"I write, too," Twilight said. "It's okay. You don't have to hide it from me, I'm as deep in the fandom as you are."

"Oh, well, that's..." Rainbow cleared her throat. "That's rad."

"Do you mind if I... ask what you're writing?" Twilight asked.

"Oh, that's, uh," Rainbow cleared her throat. "I'm just working on the next chapter of Daring Do and the Pyramid of Testacles."

"Wait, DDatPoTs?" Twilight's eyes went wide with surprise. "That DDatPoTs?"

"Y- you know it?" Rainbow Dash asked. "I mean, yeah, that DDatPoTs."

"Oh my gosh," Twilight breathed. "Then that means you're... you're WonderBolt82!" Twilight's excitement suddenly dipped a few watts. "Wait, oh- of course you're WonderBolt82. It makes so much sense now!"

"Y- you're a fan?" Rainbow gasped, taken aback.

"Am I a fan?" Twilight blurted out. "I'm SunHorseFan365! I'm, like, your number one fan, and you're mine! We're mutuals!"

Rainbow Dash squealed with delight, and swooped forward, grabbing Twilight and hugging her as they pirouetted in the air.

"Oh my gosh, I've always wanted to meet you," Rainbow gushed. "You've been my best fan for like, forever, helping me with my writing, and I've always wanted to just say thanks, and- I knew you all along!" Rainbow froze in the air, mid-spin. "This is a bit awkward," Rainbow muttered, having an epiphany.

"It... kinda is," Twilight admitted. "Can you let me go?"

"Oh, yeah," Rainbow said, descending and letting her friend go.

"So, uh, final touches, huh?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah," Rainbow said.

"I don't suppose you could do your number one fan a favour and let her... oh, I dunno, see the chapter early?" Twilight asked, smoother than greased butter.

"I thought we had a flying lesson to get to?" Rainbow asked.

"Forget that," Twilight said. "I wanna see this new chapter being born."

"Alright," Rainbow said, sitting down in her chair again and un-hiding her writing program. "Draw up a chair, and try to contain yourself." Rainbow flexed her hooves and rolled her neck. "I'm about to enter... the zone."

Interval: In The Tomb Of The Pharaoh

Rarity stared straight ahead as she sat in the tub, and closed her book telekinetically with a snap. The bubble bath had long since run out, the water tepid at best, and the glass of wine forgotten and spoiled.

White and purple was a very striking sort of color. It was such a shame that an antagonist had to sport it. Aside from that, she did feel that the author was getting a bit out of hoof with the writing, though, and dangerously close to the "unconventional fetish" zone.

Who would even pen something like this? She turned the book over and looked at the cover, which depicted an athletic pegasus with a braided, two-tone grayscale mane in the embrace of an incredibly oily, muscular stallion in a Neighgyptian headdress. In the Tomb of the Pharaoh, by one R. D. Gaster.

On second thought, she wouldn't recommend this one at the next book club meeting.