Daring was almost wet by the time she got into the Steam Room. The room was almost as warm as her nethers were at this point, but she would be able to relax soon. She just had to stay calm.

Scanning the room, she saw that it would be hard to do that, as the other mare in the room was without a towel, a little thick in the middle, but with boobs much thicker than her stomach. Even at the size that Daring’s breasts were, hers were still bigger, and the adventurer could just imagine the milk that could come out of the total milf.

Even worse for Daring, as her teenage hormones kicked in and the all too wonderful part of her teenage life came flooding back to her mind, the mare had her legs spread wide open. The mare’s pussy was completely shaved, and the sweat running around it only made Daring wonder what she would taste like even more. She could even do it before the mare noticed.

However, she did notice her. On the other hoof, instead of actually pulling her head up, closing her legs, or anything like that, she put one hand to her nethers. Four of her fingers outlined the edges of her beautiful, pink folds, while the thumb ticked at her clit, letting Daring see a bit of liquid form at the pair of lips. “I can tell when a mare likes what they see, and we’re here to relax. What do you say, sugar?”

There were so many reasons to say no, and a lot of pent up frustration screaming yes. Daring normally would have fought, looked a bit more, but as the blood in her boiled, demanding she do this, a black cloak came over her shoulders, just for a moment.

The adventurer shot over, putting her face into the other mare’s crotch as if it was the only source of water in a desert. Her tongue quickly got to work, diving in deep and feeling the older mare’s folds squeeze back on her tongue. It was euphoria to her, and a well deserved treat she thought. She always had to work so hard after all, so why shouldn’t she enjoy herself.

Unfortunately, the steam and her own heat began making it all become a bit of a blur. She remembered this part well. She got to show the older mare that she wasn’t just some kid, mixing her tongue with fingers when she could, and happily eating at the milf’s ass when she was offered. It had been sweet, and a wholly new experience honestly for Daring. She’d done a lot, but a rimjob was not one of them.

Not the mare had minded the inexperience there. No, she was more than happy with the nimble fingers that could get anywhere they wanted. Daring could even remember the combination for this mare’s cunt. Forward for squeal, left for moan, right was a slight rest, and a little down, right, and then diagonally away from herself made the mare cum like a madhorse.

Not that Daring had or the mare had been done then. She remembered being a little disappointed at not getting return service immediately, what with her having been leaking quite a bit by then, but she was ready for some breast milk. Oh, and what milk it was. It was addicting, making everything feel just… amazing.

Which helped for when a stallion came in and surprised Daring. No wind up, no warning, nothing. He just grabbed her tight ass about half a second before he shoved half of his cock into her ass. It had the effect she wanted though, as she had become a gibbering mess, squeezing the milf’s tits onto her head as she came.

The stallion had been perfect too though. His cock was a nice, meaty twelve inches, longer than any of the cocks she’d had in the past two years, and a delightful way to end her dry spell. Its owner was a bit of a stud too, never giving her a chance to breathe. He just came at her ass hard and fast, forcing her to begin screaming as he continued to put more of that glorious saber into her.

And the cum this colt had. Oh, it was just like the milk, which she vaguely remembered drinking more of, but couldn’t remember when exactly. Not that it mattered with the cock she got to suck. He was nice enough to wash it with one of the mares’ towels… she thought, but it didn’t matter. It was delicious no matter what, and Daring hadn’t been given a choice as to how much she wanted of that taste, not that she would have asked for less. No, he just facefucked her, which was probably part of why her throat felt raw now.

But it was worth it. All twelve inches inside of her, pouring precum down her throat to replace the geyser that was between her legs had been like sickly sweet caramel, before his cum came down like nectar. Oh, yes, the gallons and gallons of cum he gave her. Not just in her mouth, but her ass, pussy…

She for a moment saw what had happened in the end to her. She was suspended in air, her belly a little bloated while her eyes were gray and rolling back. Anypony could see the cock in her throat as she was laid back, using it as part of what kept her up, all while the stallion used her throat as a sleeve.

It hadn’t just been her throat though. No, by then she could see ten stallions around her, all with their cocks out, all having had the immense pleasure of dumping their cum deep within her. Her three holes had been filled for so long, as every part of her was pushed together, their thrusts coming in in unison, almost as if clockwork.

And she had loved it. Every last drop of cum, being showered in it, being treated like the whore all mares should be… Wait, something was wrong with that last line. Something…

And it was gone. She remembered fucking the milf and one other stallion, and how much she had needed, not noticing now the burning need that was still between her legs, a need that was all too happy to be there, and not going anywhere soon.

But she was lucid now, and she had a job to do. It was admittedly embarrassing for her to have passed out, but at least, from what she saw in front of her, she had been given a gift to make up for it somewhat.

It was one of the bottles she hadn’t taken, and it said it was a gift from the two patrons she had so thoroughly pleasured, and a thanks for being willing to accept local customs, a line that made her mind muddled and forced her to focus on the bottle.

But what bottle was it?

A) Red?
B) White?

Inventory: Perky E’s, Youthful Appearance, Rope, Hook, Knife, camping gear, a change of clothes, basic lock picking tools, underwear, and uninjured wings.
Status Effects: Slut 40%

Author's Note

Another chapter! Admittedly, I had been worried about the length of this one, but I like my solution for it, even if it robbed you of the originally planned 3 way.

On the other hand, this is no longer Patron locked on comments. I'm taking them here for what happens next.