Daring Do and the Temple of Whores

Daring hummed to herself as she walked into the changing rooms, and the entity watching her smiled. While everypony always assumed the town to be safe, it was his domain as well, host to many servants that served his cause. Yes, this was all too good in order to prepare her for his purposes, sexual or otherwise.

Daring, for her part, was willing to let her worries subside, allowing the aura on the town to help her relax. She rarely got oppurtunities like this during her mission, or, for that matter, when she was at home. Now she was in a nice spa, with admittedly odd rules. See, the changing rooms weren’t just for certain parts of the place. They were for everywhere, and you were to be undressed at all times.

Not that it was an issue for her. If she still worried about showing a bit of skin, she would have had to hung up her adventuring badge long ago. Though, in those cases, they were with enemies, ponies she knew she didn’t care for. Here though, the ponies could be nice, attractive, and…

She shut her eyes as a small hint of a tear came to the edge of one, and the thirty five years of life on her shoulders weighed her down. Celestia had offered to help her with all of this, to recoup her for the years of service, or give her servants to keep her company in her home, but she had turned them away. She was an adventurer, and enjoyed the work, so she wouldn’t ask for the time to be taken away, or to discomfort others.

That didn’t mean that she always liked it though.

She slipped off her jacket, the white shirt beneath pressed tight against her skin, and showing off the white bra beneath. Even with them though, the heat had gotten to her, and she found herself slowly peeling the fabric from her slightly defined abdomen. In the soft light, they glistened, along with the specks of sweat that had gathered in between her large breasts.

These drops of perspiration fell to the ground as her bra came off, and her bosom bounced and jostled in response. Daring kept her hands far away afterwards, keeping her eyes glued on the large mounds. They hadn’t shrunken, which was always good, but… A sigh escaped her lips as her finger sunk into the bottom of her breasts, pushing them back to the same perky spot they used to be.

And now everypony would be able to see them, and her age.

A small whimper escaped her, before the door ahead of her opened up, and a red unicorn walked in. Daring scowled as the mare’s own, young, perky body was still perfectly intact, her own huge tits pointing straight at Daring, as if to say hi. The only thing the mare had with her, beside the aggravating amount of youth, was a pouch with three bottles.

“Miss Do, as a part of the royal adventurer’s guild, we wanted to give you a tonic that may help you on your adventures. Completely on the house.”

Daring blinked for a moment, before remembering about the badge on her blouse. So few ponies acknowledged the royal branch of service she was in, especially all the way out here in the boonies, but Celestia had said that she was going to try to get more news out about them. In fact, her own books had been a part of the initiative, but with only one truly active member still, the traction had been slow.

Still, she did smile at the gesture, and glanced to the tonics. “What are they for?”

The mare nodded, before showing off the red, white, and green bottles, and describing them respectively. “The first is for muscle growth, encouraging expansion and fortification, so as to make you stronger. The second is meant to be as nutritious as mother’s milk, ridding the body of impurities, and granting it the ability to fight off disease better. As for the last one, it’s a purely beauty inspired product, but we guaranty that it will take years off your life, and re-invigorate you with a new energy.”

“So, which do you desire?”

Daring hesitated for a moment. It would be unkind of her to say no to the offer, and this could just be a marketing ploy. However, it could also be something more sinister… She shut her eyes with a sigh, reflecting on how she was even paranoid about a simple spa gift now. A truly sad state of affairs if you asked her.

Inventory: Double D’s, Rope, Hook, Knife, camping gear, a change of clothes, basic lock picking tools, underwear, and uninjured wings.

A) Red
B) White
C) Green
D) Refuse