The Bog of Caligon

The Bog of Caligon- The island of Miskatonia- The continent Arthen

The 45th year of the sixth era- The 3rd Day of Secondseed- Dusk

Deep within the in the Bog of Caligon, a small party of adventurers carefully made their way through the underbrush. Progress was slow, wet, and generally unpleasant, but the groups trudged stubbornly forward. Their quest was far too important to be deterred by harsh terrain.

Whisper, the team’s rogue, had recently lost the use of three of her legs due to an unfortunate encounter with a manticore’s stinger. Luckily, Battle Song the barbarian was able to hoist her onto his back, allowing the party to continue, albeit at an even further decreased pace. This left the mage, Arclight, as the only unhandicapped member of the party; a position that had left her magic almost completely exhausted.

“Guys, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” She said as she zapped another specimen of local fauna unfortunate enough to attack them.

“Just a bit further.” Battle Song responded, “I can see light ahead, I think we’re almost out of the swamp.”

“And we definitely don’t want to set up camp in here.” Whisper chipped in from on top of Battle’s back.

“Alright, but If we get attacked by another big monster, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.” Arclight warned. Her horn was already aching painfully. If she tried to cast anything more complicated than a basic lightning spells she would risk burning out her magic.

Battle Song and Whisper rejoiced, when the sunlight they had seen had indeed proved to mark the end of the swamp. Arclight however was painfully aware they were- quite literally- not out of the woods yet. She was certain that some monster was going to ambush them at the last minute. She could feel it in her bones. As the party drew closer to exit of the bog, she became more and more nervous of what she perceived as an inevitable attack. When they were within one hundred yards of the exit, Arclight decided she’d had enough and sprinted for the open field she saw in front of her. But in her haste she was caught entirely unaware by the massive set of jaws that swallowed her from below.

She suddenly found herself in pitch blackness sliding down the monster’s slimy gullet, with only seconds before the powerful acids in its stomach stripped her flesh from the bone. With precious little time to think, Arc did the only thing she could think of. Her horn throbbed as she channeled her magic into it, but she forced herself through the pain. Blinding light filled the dark passage, and when it faded, she found herself back in the swamp. She was alive.

Her relief was overtaken by a sudden wave of panic when she realized she couldn’t feel her horn. She had burnt out. If she couldn’t reunite with her party soon she would never survive. She looked around, and realized how hopeless her situation was. Her location was familiar, but it was in the almost dead center of the Bog.

~oOo~

Carpe Diem’s House- The town of Ponyville- The nation of Equestria

1002nd Year of Harmony- April 12th - 11:23 P.M.

“Oh, come on, Carp!” Tootie Twelve, cried out.

“Sorry, you rolled a critical fail. So now you’re back in the middle of the swamp again.” Carpe Diem said as he shuffled his copious notes. “Just be glad I let your spell succeed at all. Otherwise you’d be getting digested into hydra dung right now.”

“Great, now I just have to redo half of the dungeon. By myself. Without any magic. At least being digested would have been quick.”

“Look,” Carp offered, “you’re going to be separated from the party for a while, so why don’t you head home early tonight, and we’ll do a solo session for Arclight tomorrow?”

“Alright fine, I’m out.” Tootie stood up from the table, and walked outside, before calling back in “Oh, and by the way, kick that’s monsters ass for me.”

She gave her wings a few cursory flaps, and took off for home. She was still angry about Arclight’s predicament. Her max teleportation range was only fifty feet for Celestia’s sake! She could have argued the point, but Carp never went back on a ruling once he’d made it. It didn’t matter how wrong he was, or if the mare he was arguing with literally had a pair of twelve sided dice permanently emblazoned on her flank, he would just stick to whatever warped interpretation of the rules he’d come up with. That would have been fine if he could at least tell a decent story, but that wasn’t exactly his strong suit either. He didn’t actually have a strong suit. Really, he was just an all-around terrible dungeon master. Hell, his name almost sounded like ‘crappy DM.’ He was lucky he was cute.

Come to think of it, he was really cute. In fact she was suddenly looking forward to getting to spend some one on one time with him the next day. Just a mare and a stallion alone in a room. He was probably pretty well endowed too. Wait where had that come from!? Tootie came to a sudden midair stop as the realization hit her. She going into heat.

Crap! Crap! Crap! It was early this year. She wasn’t expecting it for almost another month. And now she’d just agreed to spend several hours alone with a cute guy. This wasn’t going to be fun.

Or it could be a lot of fun.

“No! No, No, No!” She screamed out loud, verbally reprimanding the part of her brain thinking those kinds of thoughts. She took several deep breaths to collect her thoughts. “Alright,” She said to herself, “I’ve just got to make it through once session, and then I can go home, lock the door, close the blinds, and wait for this to blow over. No problem. I can do this. I won’t let that mother fucking, son of a bitch, Estrus fairy get the best of me!”

She decided to walk the rest of the way home. Her wings were feeling stiff.

***

Tootie nervously knocked on Carp’s door. She had “relieved” herself before she’d left, but she was already starting to feel horny again. Carp answered the door, and dammit, he was naked. Nudity wasn’t very unusual for a pony, but Tootie had been hoping he would be wearing his dungeon master’s cape, so she wouldn’t have to look at his well-toned back muscles. Would it seem weird if she asked him to wear it? Probably.

“Hey, come on in” Carp welcomed her, “Good timing, I just finished my work out.” The beads of sweat dripping off his face, and weighing down his mane, were evidence of the claim.

“Okay, thanks” She said, trying her best to ignore Carp’s heady scent.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Um… Yes. Thank you!” Tootie responded. “I’ll just be waiting downstairs.” She hastily ran down the stairs, and took her place at the gaming table. She was suddenly aware just how close her seat was to the cloud of intoxicating aroma currently surrounding Carp’s treadmill.

Carp came down the stairs a moment later, floating a pack cider next to him. Shit. Alcohol would be a terrible idea given her current situation. He popped the cap off of one of the bottles and passed it to her.

“Hold on to that cap. It might be money someday.” Carp quipped.

Wait. He was chuckling, what had he just said? Tootie had been too busy admiring his glorious neck muscle to catch his joke. She laughed nervously, and took a small sip from her cider to avoid suspicion. “So… Ready to start? Playing I mean. The game.” Tootie shut her mouth, and crossed her hind legs.

Carp took a large swig from his own bottle, and let out a satisfied breath. A single drop of cider escaped his lips, and made it halfway down his chin, before he wiped it away with his muscular foreleg. “Alright, so Arclight had just accidentally teleported herself back into the middle of the Bog Caligon.” He mercifully began

~oOo~

Arclight was tired, burnt out, and still only a quarter of her way back to the edge of the swamp. She was encountering less monsters this time around, but those that she did encounter she was forced to deal with by either sneaking, hiding, or fleeing. Early on she had made the mistake of trying to fight off a giant tree beetle in direct combat. She’d ultimately won the fight, but the nasty gash across her abdomen, gave her reason enough to dive into a bush when she saw a second one coming towards her.

She sat cowering the bush far longer than she would have liked, before the beetle finally decided to leave the area. As she exited the brush she found that her right hind hoof was tangled in vine. An oddly slimy vine. She tried to pull her leg free, but the vine refused to give. If anything it seemed to be getting tighter. She bent down to try and bite through the stubborn plant, only to discover that, to her horror, whatever was wrapped around her leg, wasn’t a vine, and that it was slowly wrapping its way further up her leg.

~oOo~

“Wait, I um… have to fight a tentacle monster?” Tootie squirmed in her seat.

“Yeah, they’re pretty common in the swamp.” Carp explained, “I’m actually a little surprised you didn’t run into any until now.” Fuck. Why did it have to be tentacles!? “Why? Is there a problem?”

“No, tentacles are… okay.” In truth, Tootie thought tentacles were a lot more than okay. In fact they were actually one of her biggest fetishes, she just wasn’t in the mood to deal with them right now. Or rather, she was in exactly the right mood for them. The wet heat between her legs was already unbearable.

Carp gave the air two quick sniffs. Fuck! could he smell her? “Ready to keep going?” He said in a mischievous voice.

~oOo~

Arclight screamed and flailed her leg in a vain attempt to dislodge the tentacle, but it continued towards her torso undeterred. She put every last ounce herself into the singular goal of freeing her leg, and was taken by complete surprise when another three tentacles darted out from the bush, and ensnared her remaining legs

She writhed impotently as she was hoisted off the ground. Two more appendages rose up in front of her. They were thinner than the four holding aloft, and one ended in a bulbous head, rather than the tapered end that the rest had. The bulbous tentacle lightly pressed against her neck, and became tracing her coat towards her belly. The remaining tentacle prodded her muzzle but she refused to open it.

Arclight helplessly felt the bulbous tentacle inching closer and closer to her crotch. She held her breath, praying that the invading appendage wasn’t planning what she feared it was. Her fears were realized as the tendril slithered inside her. She gasped at the painful stretching in her vagina, and instantly realized her mistake as the tentacle still in front of shot into her now open mouth.

The tentacles probed deeply into her throat and womb. The tapered tentacle became larger and larger the further it entered her, until her jaw was forced as wide as it would go to accommodate the intruder’s girth. Both tentacles mercifully began to recede, and Arc felt a brief moment of relief before it was shattered by the tentacles ramming back into her.

Arclight’s brain frantically search for something- anything she could do, while the tentacles continued to pump in and out of her. With little options, Arc bit down as hard as she could. The tentacle in her mouth squirmed and began leaking a thick, briny substance into her mouth. It tasted terrible. Arc tried to spit it out, but her attempts were blocked by the tentacles girth. The ichor continued to flow into her mouth, until she was forced to choose between swallowing the vile substance, or choking to death on it. She managed to forced the disgusting fluid down her throat, But her mouth was rapidly filling up again. Except this time the it didn’t seem to taste so bad.

Four mouthful later and Arclight wasn’t entirely sure why she’d been so reluctant in the first place. The rear tentacle slid through her fleshy walls like no stallion she’d ever known, and whatever was pouring into her mouth tasted amazing. She suckled at the vine in her mouth, coaxing out every drop of the wonderful elixir she could. The vine behind her, rubbed and stretched in ways she had never dreamed.

This was where she was supposed to be right now. She no longer cared about her quest to retrieve the…. What was she doing before? It didn’t matter. The only thing that did, was the pleasure she felt with every thrust into her soaking pussy.

She felt herself rapidly approaching climax, the vine seemed to sense it too. It altered its angle of entrance so that it rubbed against her throbbing clitoris with each thrust. This new stimulation was enough to send her over the top. She screamed and spasmed, as the pleasure that had been building in her loins, was suddenly released and flooded the rest of her body.

The plant withdrew from her, it’s job complete. It retracted its tentacles back into itself, leaving Arclight lying on the cold, soggy ground. She lay there motionless for well over an hour, intent to ride her blissful state for as long as possible. Finally, she reluctantly raised herself to her hooves, and continued her journey through the swamp. For the rest of the trip she made sure to keep a diligent eye out for anymore suspicious looking bushes.

~oOo~

Tootie was barely able to speak by the end of the session. Though by the second half, it was mostly just Carp describing the graphic scene with little input from Tootie. When he finished, Tootie suddenly realized she’d been rubbing herself without realizing it. She just prayed Carp hadn’t realized either. She put her hoof back above the table, but quickly returned it underneath when she realized it was visibly coated in her juices.

“So,” Capre smiled evilly, “enjoy it?”

Dammit, his smile was perfect. He was perfect. She couldn’t take it anymore. “P-please fuck me.”

“Are you sure? I mean, dirty stories are one thing but-”

“Just shut up and fuck me!” She ordered.

Carp didn’t need to be told twice. Tootie yelped in delight as she was lifted out of her chair by his magic. Carp held her upside down, her drenched pussy level with his mouth. Carp opened his mouth and leaned closer to her in agonizing slow motion. He reached her lustful marehood and... kept going?

His lips finally settled around one of her nipples. “Oh!” She cried out as his tongue stroked her sensitive nipples. He delicately sucked each in turn, but as amazing as it felt, it only served to make Tootie even more painfully aroused. “Stop- UH! teasing me.”

Carp's tongue slowly slid down her crotch, drawing ever closer to her eager folds. She gasped as his tongue mercifully made contact with her painfully engorged clitoris. He carefully caressed her nub with his teeth. The bite was just hard enough to make her flinch in pain. Wonderful, intoxicating, pain. He launched several flurries of quick thrust into her with his long, broad tongue, but always returned his attention to her ecstatic clit.

She squealed, and flailed helplessly about in his telekinetic grasp, as he licked, sucked, and nibbled her well past ecstasy and into the realm of orgasmic nirvana. Her natural juices poured out of her marehood and into Carp's faithfully waiting muzzle. She spasmed mid air for minutes before finally falling limp in the warm embrace of after glow.

“Did that help cool you off?” Carp asked as he carefully lowered her panting body to ground.

She lay there on the ground for several seconds before rising to a feline stance. She turned her head to reveal a lustful look in her eye, and simply stated “No.”

“Alright, I’m up for eating you out again.” He said.

She approached him with a catlike gait. “Just fuck me.”

“But you’re in heat, if we-” Carp's objection was silenced by Tootie's plump lips, pressing against his snout. The taste of herself on his lips only made her hornier. She needed his cum inside her. Now.

If he didn’t want to satisfy her, she would make him want it. She broke the kiss, save a thin strand of saliva connecting the two of them. His eyes widened as she extended a hoof towards his cock. It twitched at her touch. He wanted her. She just had to make him admit it.

He put up little resistance as she pushed him to his haunches, leaving his penis on full display. She bent down, giving his shaft a long sniff. Oh yeah, he wanted her. She lashed at his sheath with her tongue and moved slowly up his rod. He began to shuddered as she passed his ring, and by the time she reached his head, he was putty in her hooves.

She bobbed her head over his dick, suckling at the precum leaking from its tip. Her hooves delicately massaged his balls, until she felt them tighten. She pulled back from his crotch with a loud slurp. “Tootie…” He moaned, “I… You… Please, I’m close.”

Tootie just smirked and turned around, presenting her dripping wet pussy to her delirious lover. There was a moment of silence, but then she heard his hoofsteps approaching. She braced herself for her impending rutting. His forehooves came down on her cutie marks and, his penis pressed against her entrance. Tootie held her breath in desperate anticipation, until she finally felt his penis force itself inside her. She squealed in pleasure, feeling her walls stretch around his bulging cock, as it plunged ever deeper into her. His balls slapped against her, then again, and again. His thrusted into her faster and faster, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy.

He suddenly pulled almost all the way out of her, and held for a moment. Tootie knew he was preparing for his final assault. He slammed all the way back into her, knocking her off her hooves. She clamped down on his trembling dick with her velvet wall, as it shot a torrent of his sticky white seed into her hungry womb, filling it to the brim and pouring out around his cock. The deluge of semen rapidly extinguished the fire raging in her nethers, leaving her in the glorious bliss of fullness.

Carp removed his penis from inside her, allowing a stream of his cum to pour out. His lust was quickly dying down, being replaced by the panic over what he’d just done. He wasn’t ready to be a father yet. He just prayed to Celestia that the pregnancy wouldn’t take.

Tootie on the other hand already knew that it would. That in less than a year she would give birth to a healthy foal. Just an hour ago this would have terrified her, but now that the deed was done, she felt at peace. Carp might take a while longer to accept it, but once he saw his child’s face he would love them just as much as she already did. She didn’t know exactly how she knew any of this, but she supposed it must have just been her mother’s intuition kicking in.