Daring Do and the Pyramid of Testacles

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.