Daring Do and the Temple of Quetzalcockl
The Temple of Quetzalcockl
The sweat dripped down onto the dusty brown paper of the map, making dark stains around the edges where two hands gripped at the edges. There was no mistake; the temple should be close. Folding the map away, the lone pegasus surveyed the jungle around her. The foliage was almost impenetrable at points, and even the sun’s rays struggled to pass through the canopies of leaves and branches. This was deep jungle territory. The trees here rose high and thick, mighty wooden pillars covered in moss and insects. It had that quality of being at once teeming with life and yet isolating, like you were the only real person for hundreds of miles. Which for the mare cutting her way through with a machete, was very likely the case.
After slicing through a particularly tough patch, the tan pegasus took a step forward and then stopped. Before her was a small hidden valley, sinking down into the ground on a steep incline. Had she been flying, she would likely have missed it altogether, which made her feel a little better about the slog of marching through miles of unexplored jungle. The river carrying her here by raft lay a few miles to the north, coming out of a local village of friendly natives. Yes, the comforts of her cosy home back in the northwest of Equestria seemed a long way away. But that wasn’t new for a pony like Daring Do. The call of adventure was ever at hand. And after a lot of searching, she had found her newest target at last.
In the centre of the valley rose a large construct, made of roughhewn stone the colour of sand. Architecturally, the main body of it was styled like a classic temple for the southern jungle religions, with a narrow central tip and steps leading down to the wider bottom part. It was less of a pyramid shape than those tended to be, with more of a cylindrical shape to it. Almost like a hybrid between the classic temple shape and an Equestrian tower or spire. There were also what looked like two side-chambers to the left and right of the central temple. They also had a rounded shape to them. In fact, from up here, the temple almost looked like…
Daring thought back to what she knew of this temple. She had learned of it almost by accident, piecing together bits and pieces while researching more obscure legends from the region. She had noticed a few repeated images and ideas that seemed to have been unattached to the other known temples and cults. Talk of a great white serpent that had been both worshiped as a god, and feared as some demonic figure. Fertility cults had appeared and then disappeared from history, speaking of different legends and names: Quetzalcockl to some, Kockulkan to others…and then one day, after exploring an unrelated tomb, Daring had found this map, which promised to lead the reader to “The Temple of the Life Giver, Quetzalcockl, and the jewels that lay within”.
So given what she knew, it wasn’t a 100% surprise to see that the temple kinda looked like some dude’s cock and balls. This wasn’t the first fertility temple Daring Do had set out to explore, but she had to admit that at least the others had been a little more subtle about it all. Sure there was that one temple further north for the apparent goddess of life Coatlicunt which was mostly just a series of increasingly larger holes, but at least that one had been easy to do. This temple looked like it might take a little more effort. It was pretty big. And long. And no doubt hard…to traverse. Daring shook her head. No, that’s exactly what the temple architects wanted. She’d focus, do some solid exploring, find the treasure or whatever was inside, and get out. Easy.
Stretching her wings, Daring flew down towards the top of the temple. There was a small entrance at the top for her to climb into. Clearly she was expected to descend down deeper, with the main chamber being at the base. Or perhaps in one of the balls-er, side-chambers. To those that knew her, Daring was not known for being a particularly jovial person, but she did smile to herself at the mental image of her climbing feet first into what was basically a huge dick. She wondered if the person who built this temple really did believe in Quetzalcockl, or if he had just been wanting an excuse to build his giant overcompensation of a temple. Her smile disappeared as she noticed that the torches that lined the descending staircase inside were lit. That could only mean one thing: someone else was inside. She had better be careful proceeding onwards.
The stairs led Daring Do down into a small antechamber. On the wall, a message was written in the local language. Picking up one of the lit torches, Daring held it up to the writing and tried her best to translate it from memory. “Great Treasure…Quetzalcockl…trials…” she said aloud. Traps, mostly likely. Just once she’d like to go into a nice, welcoming temple where they served you tea and cake at the door. Maybe then they’d get more visitors other than crazy adventures like Daring Do. Bracing herself, the pegasus pushed open the stone door in front of her and stepped forward into the dark.
The next room was a long, narrow stretch of a chamber, lit by torches that stretched off about 80 yards or so into the distance. The flames partially lit a large, elaborate series of paintings on the leftmost wall. Stepping forward, Daring Do went to examine the artwork, hoping to gain some valuable insight into the temple. There was no text, so the exact meaning was left for Daring to interpret herself. She could see a depiction of primitive looking ponies surrounded by trees, moving towards some unseen goal. Hunters possibly, given the spears they carried, or perhaps warriors scouting unfamiliar territory. This being a fertility temple, the artist had taken great pains to illustrate each of the group’s sizeable genitals, with the leader essentially having a second spear. Daring had a feeling they were taking artistic liberties.
Moving forward, the next part of the painting showed the same ponies from before emerging into a clearing, pointing at what must have been Quetzalcockl itself (himself? Herself? Daring wasn’t sure.) The so-called god was depicted as a looming white snake, dripping some sort of venom from its head as the hunters prostrated themselves before it. By the next painting, the tribesponies were busy constructing what must have become the temple itself, with Quetzalcockl inside surrounded by gold. Disturbingly, it appeared to be devouring one unfortunate pony, a pair of legs dangling outside its maw.
Daring felt something give way undernearth her foot. Instinctively she ducked down, being no stranger to dangerous templetraps, and as she did so she felt her trademark pith helmet fly off the top of her head. She watched as it was pinned to the wall by a deadly arrow, which by what seemed like complete coincidence embedded itself in the lovingly rendered ballsack of a chieftan tribespony. Wincing on his behalf, Daring stayed low as more arrows started to fire around head height so that she could retrieve her hat. Plucking the arrow off the wall, she examined it in her hand from her safe spot on the ground. It was a pretty unusual shape, with the head being less pointed and more of a flat head like a screwdriver, although it was still clearly very sharp. And the two feathers at the end of the shaft were rather round…
“Oh for Celestia’s sake…” groaned Daring Do. It seemed that even the deadly arrows were shaped like cocks. “That’s not even a good aerodynamic shape!” She knew that no one could hear her, but sometimes it was nice to vent about a particularly obnoxious temple when there was no one around. And this was certainly shaping up to be an obnoxious temple, alright.
After placing the pierced headwear firmly back on her head, Daring continued to snake her way through the room, almost on her hands and knees on the cold stone floor. By the time she had reached the exit to the chamber the arrows had stopped, and she stood up and dusted her khaki explorers outfit off. She had gotten lucky there, and the pegasus cursed her slackness. She’d have to patch up her helmet once she got home now.
The next room was a simple stairway that spiralled down deeper into the temple. Knowing that her prize was waiting at the base of the temple, Daring proceeded cautiously downwards. The air was growing thicker and warmer as she went, and the tan mare wiped her brow clear of sweat with her forearm, pulling at her collar to get some air down there. You never quite got used to the sweltering heat of these jungle temples. It was why she always dressed relatively light in her shirt and shorts combination. No need for trivial thing like underwear when you’re sweating up a storm. Far more comfortable just to let everything hang loose. Especially downstairs.
Speaking of stairs, Daring had reached the end of the stairway, and braced herself as she entered the next chamber. As she entered, the door behind her swiftly slammed close behind her. The only way was forwards, it seemed. No pressure.
This room was smaller than the previous one, and squarer in shape. The entirety of the floor, save for the exit and the patch where Daring Do was standing on, was painted over, with a series of smaller squares painted on top of stone tiles which made up a large grid. On each square, a different symbol was painted. Some appeared to be letters or possibly words, and other were crude paintings. Some were crude in more ways than one; tiny stick-ponies that were clearly having sex with each other, or pleasuring themselves, or other related acts. Others were more mundane, depicting hunters, priests, chieftains, and so on.
Daring took a minute or so to simply observe, thinking it over. The ceiling was fairly low, but she still had enough room to hover over the floor and look it over. The door on the far side was closed, and given how solid the stone looked she doubted that she would be able to get it open with her bare hands. Perhaps if she stood on the correct tiles, the door would open? It was uncertain if there was any sort of order she was supposed to press them in. Nor was it clear if there would be any negative consequences for stepping on the wrong tile. Daring had no real choice but to simply experiment and see what worked.
Moving back to the safe spot at the entrance, Daring examined the tiles before her, within range of her foot. Three of them were simple drawings of stallions and mares going about their village life, cooking and cleaning and so on. On the far right was what she thought, after some time remembering her research, was the local word for “Life.” The one directly in front of her was a simple drawing of a large, disembodied penis. Given that this was a fertility temple, Daring had a pretty strong hunch she’d have to step on either the one on the right or the cock in front of her. After mulling it over, she shrugged and decided to take a gamble. She stepped forward, and her foot pressed into the tile. It gave a little under her foot, and she swore that there was a mechanical sound somewhere undernearth the floor. No traps sprung out, at least, which was always a plus.
“Right, ok” she said aloud. “Now, am I meant to step on the words as well?” Shifting her feet, Daring stretched her right leg over to the “Life” tile, and sunk her foot into it. Again, there was a sort of whirring noise, but nothing happened. Good. She decided that this was the right way to go about the puzzle. Looking around her, she spotted a few obviously dirty tiles, and decided to simply press the all down, flying to each one and giving them a good stomp. When she was done, Daring hovered above a tile showing two mares sixty-nineing each other and surveyed the grid. A problem arose: She wasn’t 100% certain which tiles to pick next. Oh well, she was feeling lucky at this point. There was a word just to the left that she was fairly certain meant “Womb”, and she decided to press it. Floating down, Daring poked her boot into the stone.
There was more of that strange sound, and Daring smiled, immediately turning her attention to what tile she should press next. So it came as something of a shock to her when she seen what was basically a stone cannon emerge underneath her, out of a hole where the tile she had activated had previously laid.
“Oh, crap-“
Something gooey shot out of the tip of the cannon, and Daring did her best to dodge it in mid-air. But she felt a warm liquid splatter over her shirt. A very warm liquid, actually. Still floating so as not to accidentally press any more tiles, Daring looked down at her chest and gasped. It was eating through the fabric! A loud sizzling sound filled the air. Trying her best to keep cool, the tan pegasus acted quickly and ripped her shirt off, throwing what was left of the top towards the safe spot of the entrance. It landed in a smouldering heap and continued to burn.
Daring examined the damage, and to her relief she had suffered no real burns, although some of the fur on her chest looked a little singed. Her breasts-pert and proud without being particularly big-now swung free in the warm temple air. At least there was no one around to creep on her…at least in this room, anyway. And it wasn’t as if this was the first time Daring Do had found herself in a state of undress doing an adventure. The less aid about the Temple of Thent’akales, the better.
After her brush with the acid, Daring decided to take her time and really think out her translations. Now that she knew about them she could potentially avoid that trap with ease, but the adventurer didn’t want to risk anything. If multiple cannons started firing on her then she could very well end up a sizzling puddle of Daring Do. It took her maybe around twenty minutes to solve the rest of the grid puzzle. After stepping on the final tile-“Rebirth”-she grinned with satisfaction as the heavy stone door finally started to grind open, disappearing down into the floor and revealing another set of staircases. There was no way to go but down. As she stepped out of the doorway, a thought struck her. Maybe it was just the overwhelming thematic symbolism of the temple getting to her, but that stone cannon had looked awfully phallic
“Wait a minute…did I just get cum on?” she asked the air, her fingers tracing the still singed fur on her chest and breasts. “I did, didn’t I. Urgh, this temple is the worst. Who built this thing, a thirteen year old boy? I better not have to jerk off a statue or something later on.”
The next obstacle to be encountered was at least a little easier to see coming than the acid cannon had been. Daring entered what looked to be a long, narrow stone ramp, heading down into darkness. The stone here looked particularly old, with moss and other vegetation growing out of and over the walls and ceiling. Half-faded murals that might have gone a ways to further explaining the history of the temple now lay behind this green curtain, obscured from sight.
Not that Daring would have tried to read them anyway. She had seen this sort of set up before, and had a horrible feeling she knew exactly what to expect next. She took a tentative step forward before looking up above her.
“Oh, wow, what a surprise” said the increasingly annoyed explorer. Suspended above the door that she had just exited were two large boulders, just the right size for them to fit in the corridor. “Yup, a pair of giant stony balls. Great stuff, dungeon designers” She flapped her wings and floated up to the two heavy, taught stones. “Well guess what, I’m just going to fly down this stupid ramp and not even bother setting this dumb trap off at all. So there!” Satisfied that she had given the temple a piece of her mind, Daring turned around in mid-air and floated forward, immediately flying into some sort of thing web. A web made of ribbon, that was attached to the ceiling.
There was an ominous clunking noise from behind.
“I am really of my A-game today…”
There was no point waiting to see the inevitable happening; Daring immediately started to fly as fast as she could down the slanting chamber. Not soon after that, the clunking noises turned into a terrifying, grinding roar, as both of the boulders broke free from their restraints and started hurtling down after the fleeing explorer.
Even though this wasn’t her first time being chased down a narrow hallway by something that could squash her flat, it didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking. Daring Do had never been among the very fastest of fliers, outside of those very short distance bursts of accelerations you developed when you had to get good at dodging things. But long distances? It was never her forte. Especially when there were several tons of rock hurtling behind you. That did add a tiny bit of pressure she could do without. And the invading greenery provided a potentially unintended obstacle as well, as Daring had to duck and weave past several overgrown branches on her way down the hallway.
“This treasure better be worth it” thought Daring to herself, blinking as leaves brushed past her face. There was the odd branc slaping against her exposed breasts as well, which did nothing for her already foul mood. After a few more seconds of flying that seemed to stretch out forever, at last the exit came into view. Daring summoned up a last burst of energy, her wings flapping with all of their might, hands stretched out in front of her as she willed herself through the small door. The roar of the boulders behind her spurred the topless adventurer on. The air went dark as her head and upper body sped through the open doorway. Safety!
Then her whole body seemed to jar,and a loud ripping noise somehow made itself heard over the din of the boulder trap. Since she was moving at such high speed, Daring’s flight path was rocked, and she found herself almost cartwheeling around in the air. It was all she could do to brake in mid air and slow herself down before she crashed into a wall, knocking the wind right out of her and sending the pegasus sprawling onto the floor. Behind her, an enormous crashing noise was heard as the boulders smashed into the doorway way, blocking it up entirely.
Blessed silence fell onto the very small, but very safe room Daring was lying in a heap inside. She lay like that for a while, making sure nothing hurt too much. Her ribs were a bit sore when she breathed, but it was nothing she wouldn’t be able to deal with. Slowly, the tan mare got to her feet, and inspected herself. Arms and legs were unbroken at least, albeit she had a few bruises. Daring looked down, and finally noticed what she had damaged: her shorts.
Her khaki shorts lay in a heap by her feet, torn almost in two by what must have been a loose branch right at the exit. The good news was that said branch hadn’t broken the skin, leaving Daring herself unharmed save for her mini-crash. The bad news was that, given her choice to not wear any underwear on this trip to the jungle, she was now completely naked save for her boots and her hat. Which meant that her cock was now out in the open, flopping about in the warm temple air, along with a healthy looking pair of balls.
Daring looked down at herself, looking vaguely concerned. Then she shrugged. Her shorts were beyond repair, so there wasn’t much she could do about her nudity. And if she was being honest…there was a certain dark thrill in being naked “on the job”, as it were. In a fertility temple as well, of all places. If anything, Daring was now simply following the proper dress code. She doubted the great Quetzalcockl was going to object to her getting into the spirit of things. Assuming said god existed, of course. At any rate, there was nothing for it but to press on.
More stairs followed. Daring had grown to enjoy these quite moments of respite, where her life was not in danger for a chance. She hoped that whoever built this temple wasn’t cruel enough to turn these stairs into a deathtrap-it was the least they could do to give the tired explorer a little rest in between their weird, phallic-heavy traps. This stairwell was thankfully trap free, leading Daring down into the next room. She must have made her way down most of the temple by now-she wondered how many rooms she had to clear before finally reaching her goal?
This room was, on the surface, the simplest one yet. It was the size of a small classroom but almost completely empty. There were more murals, almost all of them showing the great white serpentine form of Quetzalcockl: Receiving praise, growing crops, blessing couples and, again, devouring ponies whole. Daring wasn’t sure she would like to meet this god: she hoped there was no monster waiting for her in this temple. At the other end of the room was a large door with writing written across it. Daring squinted in the barely-lit room, finding a torch and holding it up.
“You….travel…danger…prove…worth.” she said, reading out the key words as she understood them. “Now…riddle? Huh. A riddle, eh? That’s a nice chance of pace.” She said, smiling to herself. She kept on reading. “ I come, but do not go. I am needed...I am not needed to live, but needed…for life.” The pegasus started to think on it, her eyes still studying the door. They trailed downwards, before noticing something new. There was a small, round hole in the door. It was roughly level with her waist.
“…Oh for fuck sake. Really?” said Daring, visibly exasperated. She read the riddle over again, with new information in mind. The answer came to her, and she looked down at the hole again. “I’m going to have to stick my dick in that, aren’t I.” she asked, rhetorically. The temple was silent. Throwing her hands up in the air, Daring let out a grunt of annoyance. “Fine. Fine! I don’t care. I’ll fuck the door. Why not?” A hand reached down towards her cock. “Just fuck it right open. Makes sense! Why would that not be a thing in this temple?!”
Continuing to give voice to her complaints, Daring started to pump her shaft up and down with one hand, working herself into an erection with efficiency rather than any sense of erotic passion. If there was any emotion in the act, it was only a side effect of her current state of pent up anger: she went hard at it, gazing straight ahead at nothing until she felt she had gotten as hard as she was gonna get in the circumstance. Then, she lined herself up, putting the tip very slightly inside before hesitating.
“This better not cut my cock off or anything.” She said in a vaguely threatening tone, as if talking to the temple itself, or perhaps to the god it was built to honour. “That’s exactly the kind of crap I’d expect you to pull a this point. And if you do I’m looting the crap out of you, and then coming back with a sledgehammer.”
Daring thrust herself inside. She had her eyes closed and her teeth clenchd, expecting to feel the unpleasant sensation of rough stone on her sensitive organ, but it seems as though there was some sort of soft…something inside of it: something not quite natural or organic, but warm and smooth and with a hint of lubrication. It might even be magical, something that might have awakened the archaeological curiosity inside of her had her mood been better. As it was, Daring simply grunted and continued to fuck the door. She forced herself up against the door, palms pressing into the cold stone, and bucked her hips back and forth.
“There. I solved your stupid puzzle.” She said aloud. “Oh, you want me to say it too? Fine! Cock.” Nothing happened. “Penis. Dick. Stallionhood. Cooooock!” she continued, listing off as many euphaisms as she could remember, her voice rising. Her face was flush; this felt better than it really should have, and she continued to shout. “Member! Dong! Rod! Pecker! Cock! Fuuuck!”
Something clicked, and the door began to part into two, starting right in the middle of the hole Daring had been fucking. She continued to thrust into thin air for a few seconds before slowing down gradually. Then she stepped away from the opening door, panting and sweating and grinning triumphantly.
“Hah! Got ya!” she said, before wincing and bending over. “Ahhh, just as I was getting into it as well...” With her hands on her knees, Daring Do looked up at where the door had been. Two hooded figures were standing there, silently. The naked mare stared at them for a while, not saying anything, until eventually one of them spoke.
“Fucked the door open, huh?” said a male voice. Neither of the hooded ponies made any move towards her, nor did they appear hostile in any way. Still, Daring was rather taken aback.
“Uh…yeah.” Said Daring. “You guys were there the whole time?”
“Yeah, we’re standing guard.” Said the other, in a softer, feminine tone. “Sunlit Seeds said there’d be an intruder. And I guess she was right!”
“I told you, she’s always right about these kind of things.That girl is just on it.”
“Who’s Sunlit Seeds?” asked Daring Do, one hand on her hips as she tried to act casual despite having just been caught shoving her dick inside what was very possibly an ancient onahole.
“Oh, she’s the leader of the cult.” Replied the female pony, face still completely obscured by her black hood.
“Cult?”
“Yeah. Our cult. Our secret fertility cult.”
“Oh. That cult.” There was a pause. “Uh…so…”
“Yeah, we’re gonna have to take you prisoner now.” Said the male, as the two of them produced two small, but loaded crossbows and pointed it at Daring. “Sorry! Nothing personal.”
“Of course not.”
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Daring was led down a final few flights of steps by her captors, who remained cheerful and conversational even as they aimed their crossbows at her chest. The torches that had been present all throughout the temple grew brighter and more numerous, and in the distance voices could be heard. Daring thought she even heard the sound of ominous chanting, but that could simply have been her mind playing tricks on her. Ominous chanting seemed almost compulsory in her experience.
“So, did you make your way past all those traps?” said the male cultist, who led the way. “I hear they’re pretty dangerous!”
“You’ve not seen them?” asked Daring. “How did you you even get in here?”
“Oh, we use a secret entrance that only Sunlit knows about. There’s a cave leading out from the bottom floor of the main chamber. Pretty handy, huh?”
“That would have been nice to know about beforehand, yes.” Groaned Daring, her ribs still aching from her crash earlier on.
“Haha, sorry. Cult secret!”
“I hear it’s all like, dicks and stuff. Is that true?” asked the female cultist from behind Daring. The pegasus turned her head and nodded. “That is so weird! Like, the cult is great and everything, but seriously this temple is soo…um…”
“Unsubtle?” offered Daring. From within the depths of the hood, a pair of bright green eyes sparkled.
“Exactly! It’s like, ok, I get it. Fertiity. Sex.” She said, her hood bobbing left and right. “There’s a gate in the secret entrance, and it’s made up of like 8 metal cocks.”
“10.” Corrected the male. “Yeah, I know what you mean. But, well, makes sense, what with…well, you’ll see.” Although that was delivered in his usual casual tone, Daring thought that sounded a little ominous.
When they reached the main chamber, she seen why.
It was a very large room, or rather, cave: the floors were tiled, but it extended into a natural cavern that stretched out into darkness, beyond the reach of the large torches set up around the floor. Daring figured she was actually underground at this point, rather than at the base of the temple like she had presumed she would end up. There were maybe about 20 or so figures there, all in the same black hoods, spread out in a rough semicircle with a long figure at their head, leading what seemed to be some sort of prayer ceremony. And behind them all, unmistakably, was Quetzalcockl.
But Daring knew that this was no god. It wasn’t a snake, either. It was maybe around 10 feet tall, maybe larger, and thicker than two ponies put together. It loomed over everyone like an ivory tower, swaying very slightly. The clue to what Quetzalcokl’s true nature lay at the base, where what was indisputably a giant pair of balls lay on the ground, half-hidden by an altar. The temple had been built in worship of this: an impossibly large cock and balls.
Daring was brought forwards, and the prayer ceremony stopped. What must have been the cult leader, Sunlit Seeds, stepped forward and dramatically folded back her hood. She had pale green fur and a darker shade of green for her mane, with golden eyes that shone with the light from the torches. There was a dark glint flickering in there that Daring had seen before: these were the eyes of a zealot, and a madmare.
“Ah, Miss Daring Do, I believe?” she said, with an air of faux-politeness. Her eyes trailed up and down the (mostly) nude mare’s body. “I’m glad that you’ve decided to get into the spirit of things, at least.”
“I didn’t go naked by choice!”
“Oh, there’s no need to be embarrassed.” Said Sunlit, smirking. She had a face that was extremely punchable, but there wasn’t much Daring could do at this point other than keep cool and look for an escape opportunity. “We are a fertility cult, after all.” The green mare turned to her congregation. “Shall we make our guest more comfortable? Disrobe, everyone.” In a flash, the cultists eagerly threw aside their black cloaks. Each and every one of them were nude, and each and every one of them had a penis, male and female. They all stood without a hint of embarrassment, with some in obvious states of arousal. Daring blushed a little harder than she already was, then noticed something: Sunlit was the odd mare out, as it were, possessing feminine features without a trace of the male ones.
“Huh.” Said Daring, staring down at Sunlit’s crotch. “You miss a memo or something?”
“Aha, that’s very droll.” Replied Sunlit, turning her back on Daring and walking towards the alter. Above her, the giant cock twitched slightly, like it was in the middle of a bad dream. “You are ignorant of our cults traditions. Of course explaining our proud history would be wasted on you, give that-“
“We cut her junk off!” said a cult member, a curvy pink unicorn with a voluptuous bust and a cock to match. Sunlit frowned.
“Sugarlumps, please, let me do the talking right now. Just stand there and look intimidating.”
“Wait, they cut your dick off?” asked Daring Do, a little nervously. If that was what they do to their leaders…
“Sure we did! Look!” Sugurcoat took the black banner with a white “snake” on it from the alter, revealing a shelf containing three whole rows of disembodied cock and balls, all lined up like they were on display in a shop. She grabbed a moderate-sized pale green dong right off of the bottom shelf and held it up. “We’ve got a magic knife, and when we get a new leader we take it and we-“
“Sugar if you don’t put that back right now I’ll make this a double sacrifice tonight.” Growled Sunlit, eyes wide with anger. The pink mare giggled nervously and replaced the cock. But Daring had heard a rather important word there, and gulped.
“Sacrifice? You guys are gonna…” she looked up at the megacock towering over everyone. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes, my little celebrity.” Grinned Sunlit, suddenly walking all the way up to Daring Do until they were practicaly nose to nose. “You see, for generations we have appeased the great Quetzalcockl though the art of sacrifice. But today, with your help, we’ll go a step further.”
“What? What are you up to? What can you hope to achieve sitting around beneath that thing?” asked Daring. The tan pegasus gasped as she suddenly felt two pairs of strong arms take hold of her own. She struggled against them briefly, and then gasped as she felt another hand-Sunlit’s-grasp her cock.
“Patience, patience. For now…” Sunlit crouched down by Daring, and in one swift movement took her cock in her mouth. Daring was still feeling the effects of her previous action with the doorhole, and to be brought back to hardness once again made her gasp. Sunlit’s tongue trailed along her shaft with clear expertise-you don’t get to be the leader of a fertility cult without learning a few tricks,it seemed.
“My, my, aren’t we all nice and worked up?” muttered the cultist as she popped the bulging member out of her mouth. “I never expected you to be so eager, you know”
“It’s not that, it’s the temple…” protested Daring, weakly. She closed her eyes and leant her head back. This must be part of their ritual for whatever it is they were planning, she thought. But what were they possibly-
Daring suddenly felt a quick, cold sensation across the base of her cock, spreading downwards towards her balls. She opened her eyes and looked down. Then screamed. Sunlit looked up at her with a devious smile, holding a wicked looking golden knife in one hand, and a detached, and very familiar looking, cock in her hand, balls swinging from the end.
“Y-you….you!” Daring spluttered, only to be silenced by a quick, painful squeeze from Sunlit. There was no blood, and there was no pain from the cut either. Daring remembered what the pink cultist had said. “A magic knife!”
“Indeed! We always keep the important parts from our sacrifices” said Sunlit Seeds, standing up and walking over to the altar. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum eventually…although you might not be around to enjoy it.” The looming figure of Quetzalcockl drooped forward ever so slightly as the cultist said this. Daring couldn’t help but grow increasingly worried at her situation. She looked around for a way out, but there were cultists everywhere, and she was still in the grasp of two particularly large earth pony stallions, who hadn’t said a word. Daring tried to delay the inevitable.
“What are you planning, Sunlit? Are you trying to awaken your god? World domination, is that it?” she said. Sunlit calmly placed Daring’s cock and balls on the display shelf before turning back to her, chuckling.
“Our previous leaders were content to worship at the foot of the Great Serpent. But I have grander ambitions.” she said, raising her arms upwards. “I, Sunlit Seeds, will be the first pony in history to mate with a GOD! I will bear Quetzalcockl’s child, and through that, I will become a God! I will gain power untold, greater than even Princess Celestia can imagine!” her face twisted into a manic sort of reverence, shadows flickering across her pale visage as she laughed. “And then, I will….” She stopped suddenly as a series of wet slaps and groans filled the cavern. Both she and Daring looked across. A chestnut brown earth mare had a bright red coated pegasus stallion bent over a nearby stone, and was hammering away without a care in the world.
“Oleander! Heatwave! Stop fucking during my speeches!” barked Sunlit, her hands on her hips like an angry mom. “We do this before and after, not during the rituals!”
“Sorry, boss!” said the pegasus, who Daring recognized as her crossbow-weilding captor from before. “We just seen you get it on with Daring and were, like, us too! Haha.”
“Yeah that was super hot.” Said the stallion, turning his head around with Oleander still balls deep inside him. “Sorry.” She decoupled from him, grinning sheepishly as the other cult members chuckled.
“No, no chuckling! This is serious!” said Sunlit. “It’s time for the sacrifice!”
“Hurray!” cried the cultists.
“Don’t hurray when I announce that, it takes the menace away!”
A group of cultists ran behind the hulking member and began to slowly tip it forwards, so that the head was more easily accessible. Daring tried once more to break free of her burly captors, but they held strong, apparently unfazed by the mare’s attempts. The remaining cultists formed two parallel lines, standing well out of the way of the descending dong. It felt like having a cannon pointed at your face. Was that to be Daring’s fate? She remembered some of the artwork that had decorated the temple. The ponies being devoured by a huge white snake…
“You’re going to shove me inside that thing?!” said Daring, redoubling her struggling. Standing behind her, Sunlit Seeds laughed maniacally.
“You should be honoured, Daring Do! Many have went before you, and joined with Quetzalcockl. Soon you will be one with a god!”
“I’ll be cum in an oversized pair of balls!” replied Daring. She gave a nearby shin a good stomp. Her captor whimpered audibly, but his vice-like grip remained locked onto her shoulders. The tip of the cock was now inches away from Daring’s terrified face. Pre oozed from the slit, like it was salivating at the prospect of being fed. Daring steeled herself as she felt a push on her back. Her helmet was knocked clean off of her head, rolling away off somewhere behind her. And then…darkness.
The most noticeable thing was the smell. It wasn’t anything surprising, really, but it was still an overwhelming aroma of virility that hit Daring in the face like a brick. Her eyes practically watered as she felt a strong, wet pressing sensation on her head, followed by her shoulders. Hands were holding her bare legs, lifting them up and pushing forward. Her boots were roughly pulled off, and she wiggled her toes and kicked her feet, the only thing she could do with them really. Daring tried to remain calm, and took stock of the situation. This was really happening. She was being fed head first into a comically large penis by a fertility cult. This was definitely the maddest death trap she had ever found herself in. But she had escaped from death traps before. All she had to do was remain calm.
It wasn’t long until her entire body was enveloped in that weird, tight warmth. Daring still couldn’t see much, and to be honest her eyes were mostly closed at the moment in case she got something in them that she would really rather not get in her eyes. The sensation of being pulled down by this living trap continued for an impossible to determine amount of time until suddenly, she felt herself becoming submerged in something. Something thick, warm, and gooey. It appears as though she had reached rock bottom. Or rather, cock bottom.
Daring waited until she was fully inside the cum-pit that was the megacock’s balls before trying to stand up. She couldn’t quite get to full height, her hands pressing against the walls of her prison, up to her knees in semen. She could hear wild chants coming from the outside, led by one very smug sounding voice. Was Sunlit really planning on copulating with this thing? It was like three times her size! Maybe she was just planning on collecting the seed expelled from it after making it orgasm. Seed that could very well be made partly of Daring Do herself, if she didn’t hurry up and get out of this prison.
Daring started by trying to tear, bite and otherwise break the flesh of the walls, but it was remarkably resilient to damage. After about five minutes of this, Daring gave up and tried to think of a new strategy. She put her now slightly damp hands to her temples and rubbed them hard. Come on, she thought. Think. She looked up at the one exit. The feathers on her wings were now damp and heavy, and there wasn’t enough room to fly really, but maybe she could climb her way out? It was worth a try, right? As she thought things over, Daring felt a very strange sensation in her left foot. Frowning, she lifted the limb up out of the white pool she was standing in. The foot was missing. She stared at the stump.
“Oh.” Said Daring Do. Before she could get a good scream going, her other foot gave out too, and she crashed backwards into the cum. Daring quickly raised herself up with her arms, trying to keep her head at least out of danger. Things were not going well for her. But she was not going to die in here. She told herself to keep calm. Opportunity would come. Well, something would come…
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On the outside, Sunlit Seeds-soon to be Goddess-was having her own problems.
“I told you, Sunlit.” Said Heatwave, standing with his arms crossed to the side. “It’s totally not going to fit.”
“Silence! It will!” The mint green cult leader had bent over, facing forwards, her arms reaching back so that she could spread herself as wide as she possibly could. Which was, admittedly, pretty wide. Sunlit was experienced in these sorts of matters, and had been training herself with various fruits and a few helping hands, or rather helping fists. But her hole training was wholly inadequate for her current task. She rammed her bottom back desperately onto the head of her god, groaning in frustration.
“I can do this. I can do this!” she said, talking as much to herself as to any of the other watching cultists. “Someone tickle the balls or something and try to make it cum already!”
“Isn’t Daring Do still in there?” asked another cultist.
“I’ve not seen much movement in there in a minute or so.” Said Oleander, who was standing close to the balls. “I reckon she’s done. Shame, she seemed pretty chill.”
“Daring Do will soon assist in the birth of a god. Spare her no pity.” Snarled Sunlit, who suddenly smiled. “Aha! I think some of it went inside! Now, get our god in the mood already!”
“Ok, ok, keep your mane on. Help me out here, guys.” Cultists began to massage the great white serpent with their bodies, and almost immediately there was a reaction. It throbbed visibly, a huge vein bulging as the cock appeared to grow even larger. There was a loud gasp from Sunlit, still bent over with her face set dead ahead.
“I-it’s going in! Its…extremely uncomfortable.”
“Uh, is this really gonna be ok?” Asked Heatwave again, as he and some of the other cultists began to back away. “Cause this does not look ok.”
“Yeah I thought this would be hot, but honestly I’m scared.” Agreed his earth mare friend. “I think we should stop.”
“Fools! Cowards! You would run at the moment of our ultimate triumph?!” shouted Sunlit, her face straining as she stared that intense, manic glare at her cult members. They had all huddled together near the exit, some flinching, others looking away with their hands over their ears. “Why, I should-“
She gasped again. There was a deep rumbling sound. Quetzalcockl visibly shuddered, and the shaft raised slightly, taking Sunlit with it. She screamed as she was lifted into the air, holding on to what she could for dear life. Then a spray of white started to emerge, rapidly overfilling the relatively small mare, and her belly began to visibly bloat. Then something even stranger seemed to happen. Sunlit’s eyes went wide as saucepans as she felt a solid mass shoot inside her. The cult members watched as what was very clearly a pony’s face pressing against the skin of Sunlit’s belly, from the inside. The green mare looked down in horror.
“No. No! Noooo! NOOOOOOOO-“
Sunlit Seed exploded. The cultists shielded their eyes and tuned their heads as a loud, wet boom reverberated throughout the cavernous chamber, followed by the sound of liquid hitting stone in long, heavy streams. No one dared look up again-in fact there were a few that outright fled, running off down into what was probably the secret entrance. Then, after a few seconds of silence, a lone voice spoke up.
“I did it! Somehow! Hahaha!”
Lying on the floor, Daring Do started to laugh as she stared up at the ceiling. She was covered head to toe in cum mixed with a bit of red here and there. Although now that the cultists were looking at her, they noticed that she didn’t actually have any toes. Or legs. Or any limb at all actually. Being stuck inside Quetzalcockl’s balls for only about ten minutes or so had really done a number on the explorer. She was missing her legs, her arms, and even her wings, reduced to basically a torso with a head. Either she hadn’t noticed yet, or she was just happy to have escaped from a worse fate.
Looking at each other, her two captors from before slowly approached the prone Daring Do, taking care not to slip on any of the small bits of Sunlit Seed that lay scattered on the floor.
“Uh…you ok?” they asked. Daring raised her head off the floor, a rather vacant look in her eyes.
“I’m…” the half-digested mare looked down at herself. “Alive.” She said, finally. Then she looked up at the cultists. “For now…”Heatwave shrugged.
“Nah it’s cool, we’re not gonna kill you or anything.” He said. “That wasn’t really our jam anyway. We’re just here for all the fucking.”
“Yeah, we’ve not actually sacrificed anyone since joining really. Kind of a weird old tradition Sunlit wanted to bring back.” Added Oleander.
“It wasn’t weird!” said Sunlit.
“I mean it is a little weird, when you think abouuuutAAAA!” Everybody in the room seemed to jump at the unexpected sound of the presumably ex-leader of the cult speaking up. Those cult members who were left began to search for the source of the voice. With some prompting from the irate sounding Sunlit, the pink mare known as Sugarlumps bent over and picked up a green head, albeit now coated in white.
“Are you ok?!” she asked.
“No! No I am not ok!” yelled Sunlit, dangling by her mane from Sugarlumps hand. “I was meant to become a god! Not a head!” There was another laugh from Daring Do, who had managed to sit herself upright onto what was left of her leg stumps.
“Heh, you wanted to be immortal, right?” she asked, globs of semen dripping off of her face. “Looks like you got your wish! Be careful what you wish for…”
“Silence! I am still your leader! I command you to-“
“Nah I think we’re done.” Interrupted Oleander. She picked Daring up, cradling her in her arms, as Heatwave moved behind the altar. “Sorry for cutting your cock off, we totally owe you one now. Good news is that, cause we used that magic knife, it should stick back on no problem, Apparently.” Another cultist-one of the burly stallions from earlier, picked up Daring’s helmet and went to place it back on her head.
“Um, sorry as well. For shoving you inside our god cock.” He said. Bending over, he suddenly recoiled. The back of Daring’s head was also now completely missing, exposing her brain. The pink mass was even partially outside of the mare’s skull. Grimacing but chosing not to alarm Daring any further, the stallion quietly placed the helmet
“Is this yours?” shouted Heatwave, as the other cultist began to mill about and chatter, not making any effort to confront Daring or listen to their still-ranting leader. The bright red Pegasus held up a familiar tan cock and waved it about.
“Er, thanks. No hard feeling, I guess? ” said Daring Do, who was at this point just desperate to get out of the temple. She would deal with her lack of limbs when she got back to civilization: there were countermeasures for this sort of thing if you knew the right people. She leant her head back and looked at colossal prick that had taken most of her extremities. It had shrunk in size after having released its load. Gears started to turn in her head.
“So, is there any actual treasure in this temple?” she asked Oleander.
“There was, but we took it ages ago. Sold it ages ago too.”
“Thought as much”. Daring continued to stare at the deflated form of Quetzalcockl. “But I didn’t come all the way down here just to leave without a prize.” She looked up at the cultists. “OK, everyone Since you all owe me one…who’s up for some heavy lifting?”
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Sometime later, Daring Do-or A.K Yearling as she was known back in the civilized world-sat reclining in a very comfy chair. She was wearing her civilian outfit of a smart looking cardigan, skirt and purple cape, capped off with a pair of red-framed spectacles and a velvet hat. Her leg were crossed and a warm cup of tea was being held daintily in her hands. Daring still marvelled at the fact that she could even tell that the cup was warm. She had been offered the best in magical prosthetic technology when she had finally arrived in Canterlot, and she had taken dull advantage to give herself new arms, legs and wings. Not to mention fixing some damage that had apparently been done to her skull, not that she had noticed anything. The prosthetic work had been a gift from Princess Celestia herself, given in gratitude for her “services to the Crown.”, as the princess herself had phrased it in the letter that had summoned Daring to the Royal Palace. Speaking of Celestia…
“Can I interest you in a tray of fondue fancies, Ms Yearling?” asked Princess Celestia, levitating a tray of the fancy little cakes over. She had to raise her voice a little, given that she was sitting at pretty much the other side of the room in order to make room for the humungous cock she now sported. The beast was at least flaccid at the moment. Daring couldn’t help but wonder how the Princess had even managed to fit it though the door. Or walk. She wished that she had been here when her cargo had been delivered after making its way up from the south of Equestria. Staring at the mass of flesh, the pegasus had to suppress a chuckle as she pictures the crowd it would have drawn, being carted up the street towards the palace. Oh the gossip that sight would have started.
“No thank you, your majesty.” Said Daring Do, declining the offer of the sugary treat before clearing her throat. “I see you are enjoying your reunion with your long lost parts, then.”
“Indeed.” Answered the alicorn, who had her hands placed gently over the bulging base of her cock in a way that was still somehow graceful and dignified. “I had long since given up ever seeing my old friends again. I can’t tell you how happy I was when I heard of your discovery.”
“Can I ask how you…well…”
“How I lost them?” chuckled Celestia from her seated position on top of her own oversized balls. “All I’ll say is: I learned the importance of proper manners and etiquette when addressing powerful magic users.” She said no more than that, eating some more cake and moving on swiftly. “I never quite found the courage to go looking for them. It seemed rather unprincess-like to go searching Equestria for your own detached genitals. And asking others was out of the question. There’s simply no polite way of framing that request.”
“I can imagine.” Said the seated pegasus, nodding understandingly. “How did you find out so fast? About me finding it” asked Daring. “I had barely started taking it north to put in a museum before I got your letter” The princess smiled enigmatically
“Oh, I always like to keep abreast of developments in the outer reaches of the kingdom.” She said. “You know what It can be like out there. You never know when some horrible monster will show up out of the blue.”
“You can say that again…” said Daring, staring ahead at the drooping end of Celestia’s member. “No offense.” She looked up and seen that the Princess was wearing a sad look on her face. “No, really, it’s fine. This wasn’t your fault.” Daring flexed her new limbs and wings, which to the uninformed would pass for the real thing ten times out of ten. “I barely even feel any difference. Honest.”
“You are very kind, Ms. Yearling.” Said Celestia in a grave voice. “But I can’t help but feel awful about all that happened. I hear there were even…sacrifices…” she shuddered as she spoke the word. Daring steepled her hands and stared thoughtfully at the place where she had once been trapped and partially digested in.
“Well, if it’s any small comfort, those ponies are now a part of you. I’m sure they would like that.” A sad smile crossed the alicorns regal features; it was all the author could offer the princess, but it was a nice thought all the same. “The cult members do seem genuinely sorry about it all.”
“Yes, I think they had merely been led astray. She says hello from the dungeons, by the way.” Said Celestia. “Well, it was rather more than hello if I am being honest.”
“Is she not taking her newfound godhood well?”
“Our doctors are still busy stitching all of her bodyparts together again. I’m inclined to leave her as she is until she shows some repentance first, though.” Celestia paused. “I hear that there is one part unnacounted for, however.”
“Ah, yes. The cult still have her genitals. I believe they mean to sire a new leader for the cult from them.” Answered Daring as she remembered her conversations with the cult members. “They plan on relocating to somewhere a little more convenient.”
“Well as long as they’re not sacrificing anypony to anything, I don’t see an issue with that.” Said Celestia. “Will you be visiting?”
“Aha, well, I might pop by to say hello.” After draining the last of her mug, Daring suddenly stood up. “Well, thank you for getting me back in one piece, your majesty, but I really must be going.”
“I understand. I’m sure you have plenty to write about, after all that’s happened.”
“I may have to change a few details.” Laughed the pegasus, making her way around the white pillar of cock and up past Celestia herself. The smell of the princesses musk was extremely powerful: she wondered if Celestia would start to wear more perfume to cover it up, or if she simply wouldn’t care.
“I still consider myself indebted to you. If you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”
Daring said her goodbyes and walked out of Celestia’s private room, where a guard was waiting to escort her back outside. As she went, her hand went automatically to her belly, caressing it though the layers of her clothes. Daring hadn’t thought now the best time to give the princess that news. Maybe in a few months, when things had calmed down and the baby bump become more noticeable, she’d pay the soon to be mother (or rather, father) the news.