Daring Do and the Pyramid of Testacles

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."