Daring Do leaned back against the crumbling stone wall and massaged her shoulder. Truth be told, the fingers doing the massaging were just as sore as her shoulder, but there wasn't much she could do about that. Her sore-all-over body would just have to hold out a little longer.

As she twisted her upper body, the bauble on her necklace bumped against her cleavage. She still hadn't gotten in the habit of using the little voice-recording charm - a ball of wax wrapped in enchanted copper wire - but she figured now was as good a time as any to give an update.

“I've just gotten done hacking away the overgrown vines that locked the entrance to the… to what should be the central chamber. Architecture suggests that this temple predates Nightmare Moon by a couple centuries at least… iconography is unfamiliar but nothing too out of the ordinary… I'm looking forward to seeing what Celestia has to say about my pictures once I submit them for review.”

She paused and let out a short, breathless chortle. “A thought just occurred to me - imagine how difficult archaeology would be in a world where there weren't any millennia-old alicorns to consult. You'd find an artifact, and you'd be like, wow, I wonder what this was for! Too bad everyone who knows is dead!”

She pushed off the wall and stepped towards the door she'd cleared of vines. “Well, anyway,” she said, “this place is badly overgrown, but mercifully free of guardians or traps. Hopefully the central chamber is no different - and if it is guarded, the next thing you'll hear will be an off-the-cuff quip about snakes or something.”

She pushed aside the stone slab that had sealed the chamber, and she beheld a room of modest size - but decidedly immodest decoration. Daring Do had taken note of some… erotically charged murals on the way here, but she'd reserved judgment on whether this might be some sort of fertility temple. That wasn’t usually the sort of conclusion you came to mid-expedition.

But this chamber… whoever designed it was, if not a worshipper of fertility, then at least a pretty big fan of it. Gold statues of ancient babes and hunks lined the walls, diverse species represented in the array. All nude, all visibly aroused, all posed enticingly. If Daring Do weren't already sweating, she would have started.

And on the central pillar was something even more striking… and, much to Daring’s delight, much more portable. A feminine statuette about a foot tall, carved of smooth yellowish stone. Its proportions were outrageous, its curves outlandish - and Daring Do felt her body respond. She was as sore as she'd ever been in her life, but arousal made her feel loose and limber as soon as she laid her eyes on the idol.

She stepped closer, and the feeling of arousal grew - but then something even stronger took its place. Whatever sexual aura this thing possessed, it couldn't overcome the thing that made Daring Do the mare she was: curiosity. And there was something very curious about this idol.

Daring Do picked up the statuette and turned it over in her hands. “You look… familiar.”

Before Daring Do could even raise her empty cup, Fluttershy had the teapot in hand, pouring her another cup of floral brew. She kept talking as she poured, eagerly sharing the latest drama in her life. “...And of course Beatrice was… well, I don't know if you know much about badgers, miss Daring Do, but their temperament tends to be-”

The cuckoo clock over the fireplace struck two, and Fluttershy gasped. “Oh dear!” she said, putting a hand to her mouth. “How long have I been talking? You must be so busy, but I've kept you here all this time…”

Daring Do laughed. “Fluttershy, you've been a wonderful host, and you're quite engaging when you speak on the subject of your animals.” Fluttershy blushed, folding her hands demurely over her bosom. Daring Do snuck another look at that bosom, letting her eyes treat themselves to the sight. Listening to Fluttershy had been pleasant - Daring hadn't been lying about that - but looking at Fluttershy was even better. The yellow pegasus favored modest dress, but there was no hiding that body. Under her summer dress, breasts like prize melons bounced and swayed with each motion. With each step, her thick, beautiful thighs and juicy round ass put themselves on glorious display. But she seemed so reserved, so prudish… Daring was tempted to try and seduce her, but she was halfway certain she'd send the poor girl running off in tears. Better to just stick to business.

“We may as well get to the reason I came to Ponyville,” said Daring Do. She reached down to the bag beside her chair, pulled the statuette from it, and set the idol on the table.

Fluttershy’s blush became much redder as soon as she saw the idol. “Oh my,” she said, “that little statue is rather… adult, isn't it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” said Daring Do, smirking. “My editor would use up a lot of red ink if I tried to make a story out of this one. Kids read these books, he'd say.” She rolled her eyes, and muttered: “He'd also have some notes about the lack of conflict…”

“Goodness,” said Fluttershy, leaning towards the idol for a better look, “her bust is rather… and her hips… and her bottom…”

Daring Do couldn't resist. “You're no slouch in those departments either, gorgeous.”

“Oh!” Said Fluttershy. “Um… thank you! But… why are you showing me this?”

“Don't you see the resemblance?”

“To what?”

“To you,” said Daring Do. “The facial structure, the hair, the proportions… granted, yours aren't quite as generous as hers, but you must admit it's a striking resemblance.”

“I… I suppose it is,” said Fluttershy, “but I certainly don't have… one of those. I mean… a… p-p-”

“A cock?” said Daring Do. She placed a finger on the tip of the idol’s erection. It was several inches long, which on a one-foot-tall statue made it enormous. “I know. Well, I didn't know for certain, I guess, but if you had one like this I'm not sure how you'd hide it…”

Fluttershy was beet red now, almost frozen in place by awkwardness. Daring Do could help but smile, although she was starting to feel bad about tormenting the poor kid. “I just thought I'd bring this here to see if you knew anything about it. You and your friends go on adventures too, right? Have you ever done anything that would link you to an ancient fertility temple?”

“Um… I’m sorry, but nothing comes to mind. But since you went to the trouble of bringing the statue here, I suppose I could take a closer look…” Fluttershy took a deep breath and extended her hand toward the idol. She couldn't deny that the resemblance was eerie, as if someone had taken her already embarrassingly curvy body and exaggerated it in every way imaginable…

Her fingers came within inches of the statue - and then she drew them back as an arc of static electricity jumped from the stone idol to her hand. “Oh!” she yelped.

Daring Do had been looking down at her bag, trying to retrieve her notebook, when the spark jumped from the statue to Fluttershy’s hand. She jerked her head up, too late to see anything happen. “What?” she said.

“Oh, nothing,” said Fluttershy. “But I'm afraid I don't know anything about the statue. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you… I don't want to take up any more of your time…”

Daring Do put the idol in her bag and stood from the table. She could tell that Fluttershy - in her confrontation-averse sort of way - was asking her to leave. She was fine with that; she felt guilty about tormenting the shy, beautiful pegasus with erotic statuary, and Fluttershy had seemed sincere when she said she didn't recognize the statue.

“Thank you for your time, Fluttershy,” said Daring Do. “And your hospitality. I'll let you know if I discover anything.”

Fluttershy followed Daring Do to the door and closed it behind her. She felt her racing heartbeat grow calm now that she was alone - which was to say, surrounded by small animals - and she collapsed into a chair, pouring herself the last of the tea.

As the evening rolled around, Fluttershy felt herself growing frustrated with her daily chores. Her clothes seemed tight and constricting, and there was a gathering heat between her thighs. Fluttershy had rarely felt so intensely, insistently horny, and the unfamiliar feeling made her nervous.

Was it the way Daring Do had looked at her? She'd had admiring eyes on her before, and she’d never reacted like this. Was it that statue? There had been something strange about it, and something had seemed to happen when she touched it… but she didn't feel that unusual.

She was sure of one thing - a hot shower would do her a world of good. She stripped off her clothes on the way to the bathroom - she wasn't concerned with modesty when it came to her animals - and stood nude in front of her bathroom mirror. She didn't look any different, as far as she could tell. That was a relief.

She stepped into the shower and turned on the taps, sighing as the hot water hit her bare skin. It felt so good to have those tight clothes off… to feel the water cascading down her body - but it wasn't doing a thing to quell her burning lust.

She reached down to touch her marehood, intending only to prod at it, as if her sexual frustration were a fresh bruise. But as soon as her fingertips brushed her wet lips, the sensation filled her body, invading every capillary from her head to her toes. This couldn't be ignored . any longer, or even delayed; she needed relief.

She got more fingers involved, exploring herself and finding each touch rewarded with waves of pleasure. She didn't have much experience with self-pleasure - her prudish demeanor was no mere act - but she got the hang of it quickly. Some investigation revealed that certain spots were more sensitive than others - and finally she discovered a half-remembered bit of anatomical trivia from health class - the clitoris.

Every animal in the house bolted to the open bathroom door when they heard Fluttershy’s scream - and then they slunk off in embarrassment when it became clear that she was in no danger. Her panting cries grew higher and higher in pitch as she worked at her clit, and she pawed at her body with her other hand, stroking her water-slicked curves, massaging her stiff nipples - until finally the sensation was too much for her body to contain, and it overflowed.

Fluttershy felt a tremendous release building inside her; the waves of pleasure had built into a tsunami, and it was flowing to her core, from every direction - and when it struck, her pussy throbbed and convulsed and released. It released not just its tension, but a powerful flow of femcum, thick and fragrantly feminine. She came like a waterspout in a downpour, ceaselessly gushing into the tub, gasping for breath as her climax went on and on, each convulsion of her marehood producing buckets of cum.

For two solid minutes, she stood in the bathtub, knees shaking, coming with unimaginable intensity. She was distantly aware of a rising warmth around her ankles, then her calves, as her femcum filled the tub faster than it could drain. The sloshing liquid was overflowing the tub by the time the flow even started slowing down, and by the time it stopped, her juices had covered the bathroom tile and were starting to deep out into the hardwood floor of the hallway.

Fluttershy fell to her knees, splashing more cum out of the tub, and groaned wordlessly as her body came down from the heavenly heights she'd soared to. She picked herself up and staggered onto the bath mat, dripping femcum, and looked down at the tub she'd just vacated.

What had just happened was impossible - there simply couldn't have been that much fluid inside her body. And yet she wasn't panicking - her self-love had spread calm and satisfaction all through her body. In a blissful daze, she toweled herself off and trotted off to bed. She knew the bathroom floor was soaked in her cum, but for some reason that didn't bother her. Right now all she cared about was curling up in her nice warm bed.

Fluttershy closed her bedroom door behind her, barely noticing that her bedroom was empty of animals; they weren’t acting fearful, but they were giving her a respectful distance during her evening of self-discovery. That was fine with her; her body still humming with pleasure as she pulled the covers over herself, she settled in for a restful sleep and pleasant dreams.

And her dreams were pleasant - although she woke with a vague memory that they had been somewhat ribald in tone. That impression was corroborated by the other things she woke up to that morning. The walls of her bedroom were splattered with something thick and white, slowly dropping down to settle on the floor. The ceiling hadn't been spared this treatment either; sticky, gooey stains clung to the rafters, occasionally letting loose a thick drop.

And her bed was coated with the stuff. Fluttershy didn't recognize it right away, but it gave off a scent that spoke to a newly awakened part of her, a part that reveled in desire. As she looked over her sticky sheets, something else caught her eye: there was something in bed with her.

That wasn't that unusual, actually; Fluttershy loved to cuddle up with animals on stormy nights. But she recalled that she'd gone to bed alone last night, and in any case she could quite tell what sort of animal was hiding under her sheets. It was about two feet tall, with a body twice as thick - no, three times as thick as Fluttershy’s arm. It was perched on her pelvis - which was strange, as she didn't feel any little paws resting on her body - and it twitched slightly as Fluttershy stared.

Fluttershy peeled the goo-soaked sheet from the creature’s body, only to find that it was no creature - it was a beast. A two-foot-tall butter-yellow penis, jutting from her crotch, with testicles bigger than her watermelon tits. As the early morning fog cleared from her mind, she realized that she could feel it; it was truly hers.

And it quickly revealed itself as the source of the goo that was costing her bedroom walls. As she stared at the quivering, bulbous tip, it jerked and spurted a thick glob, maybe a half-cup of cum, which landed with a splat on Fluttershy’s ballsack.

Fluttershy stood from her bed, feeling her cum-soaked rug squish under her feet. There was something subtly different about her bedroom now - something besides the gallons of jizz that she’d fired off overnight. It took her a moment to realize what it was - the room looked smaller. A careful walk over to her dresser confirmed her impression; everything seemed lower to the ground now.

She leaned toward the dresser, extending her hand to wipe her cum off the mirror, and gasped as her cock slapped against the flat top of the dresser. It was so sensitive - even after ejaculating all night, one touch was all it took to rev it back up.

She placed a hand on the tip of her cock and massaged it softly as she wiped off the mirror. She took a step back and sat on the bed, trying to get a better look at her whole body. She was definitely taller, and that had come with some growth in her existing assets; her breasts were larger, her hips wider. And as for her new additions, they were… breathtaking. Fluttershy had never seen a penis outside of a textbook, and she'd never given too much thought to her own body… aside from the effort involved with finding clothes that fit.

But now she could tear her eyes away from her reflection. Her body was so big, her curves so wide, her cock so powerful and brimming with cum. Her gigantic balls rested on her thick thighs, and she placed a hand on them, feeling them slosh and gurgle like a hungry tummy. As she rested her hand on her sack, she realized that she'd been hearing a low sloshing sound since she woke up - and she hadn't given it much thought, since there was so much else going on. But now it was clear that her balls were the source of the sound. Her cock had pumped out impossible amount of cum throughout the night, and her nuts had been churning all this time, tirelessly producing more cum.

Fluttershy rubbed her rumbling ballsack and caressed the head of her cock. She should have been panicking - this whole situation was miles outside of her comfort zone - but something about this felt soothingly natural. All she cared about now was her cock and balls - these wonderful new additions to her body that she was just getting to know. If her balls were churning up a fresh load, then she'd just have to release it - and she was eager to feel her cock cum when she was actually awake.

Her shaft was slick with cum, making it easy to slide her hand along it. It was a landscape of pleasure, warm flesh ridged with veins, every touch making her balls gurgle with greater intensity. She moved her hand to her tits and teased her nipples, adding tiny shockwaves to the gathering sensation in the core of her body.

She wanted more. She'd spent her whole life ignoring her body's capacity for pleasure, but now she wanted everything it could provide. Her two hands were bringing her more physical fulfillment than she'd ever had in her life, but she knew there were higher heights. Fluttershy had never watched a porno, so she was on her own when it came to dreaming up ideas… but even she couldn't ignore the possibilities that her massive tits provided. She slipped her shaft into her cleavage, sighing blissfully as her wonderfully soft toys embraced her penis.

Her long, heaving breaths made her tits rise and fall, and the pillowy yellow flesh touched her cock all over. Her fingers stroked the base of her cock, picking up speed as she built towards climax.

Her eyes settled on the tip of her cock, poking up from between her boobs. It was a darker hue than the rest of her shaft, almost orange in color, and the slit was producing a slow but constant flow of precum that flowed into her cleavage and oozed down her body.

A mare with more sexual experience that Fluttershy might have arrived instantly at the decision to put her mouth on the fat, bulbous tip of her two-foot cock, but for Fluttershy the idea formed slowly as she gazed down at herself. She was struck dumb by just how beautiful she'd become; her body was strange and messy, and so big - but it felt perfect. It felt natural. And the glistening tip of her cock called out to her. Her whole body cried out to be explored, to be loved - so that in time that love could be shared with others.

Fluttershy kissed the tip of her cock, licking up the precum, tasting its wonderful musky sweetness. Then she darted her tongue into her slit, tasting herself more deeply, and passionately made out with her own cock. She stroked herself faster, hungry for release, thirsty for the hot, thick load that her balls were noisily brewing. She released muffled squeaks and moans into her cockhead as she kissed and licked at it, feeling the climax rise through her shaft. Her balls tightened, and with a glorp that you could have heard from the hallway, they began to pump Fluttershy’s load up the length of her cock. The shaft bulged with the flow of spunk, and when it burst from the tip, it filled Fluttershy’s mouth in an instant.

The flavor was rich and sweet and delightful - but the flow was too much for her. She jerked her head back, allowing her spunk to rush out unobstructed, and watched as it shot to the ceiling like a geyser. It splattered on the ceiling and rained down in thick globs, coating Fluttershy and her bed in a fresh layer of jizz.

Her cock spasmed violently with each jet of cum that shot through it, eventually pulling itself free of her cleavage. Now facing the dresser, it fired rope after thick rope of cum, knocking perfume bottles and framed photographs aside, obscuring the mirror that Fluttershy had wiped clean, and seeping down into the dresser drawers. Her cum was so thick that it gathered in a goopy pile at the base of the dresser, growing larger with each outpouring.

Fluttershy fell back onto the bed as her orgasm started to wind down, and her gushing cock flopped as she fell, flinging a splatter of jizz along the back wall. The rest of her load oozed out from her twitching tip, pouring over her tits as she lay there panting on her bed.

And after a restful moment she rose from the bed, surprised to find herself energized - rather than exhausted - by her climax. “I've made quite a mess, haven't I?” she laughed, looking at her jizz-soaked surroundings. It occurred to her that she was far more relaxed than she had any right to be. The Fluttershy she knew would have been panicking over the cleanup job alone, much less everything else that was going on.

But her mind was unburdened. She didn't feel like a different person, exactly; it was more like a balance had shifted. Her anxiety wasn't gone, it just seemed… smaller. And Fluttershy was looking forward to seeing who she could be, now that she wasn't in its shadow.

But living her best life wasn't all about self-gratification; she also had responsibilities. There were errands to run, and while she was in town she supposed it would be a good idea to talk to Twilight. Her transformation was starting to seem like one big upside, so she was in no mood to seek a “cure,” but the town’s resident magical expert should at least be informed.

Humming a cheery tune, she headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. Today was starting out great.

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