Evening the Odds

Beyond the door they could see a large room, not much different from the previous room. It lacked the red gems in the raised platform and their associated alcoves, and the wide pit in the middle of the room had been replaced with an empty wooden coffin on a pedestal, but it was otherwise identical.

Cookie Crumbles was the first one to enter the new chamber, angrily stomping her hooves as she crossed the threshold. Sweetie Belle followed behind her. Rarity’s head hung as she shuffled along slowly.

“It’s alright, Rare,” Hondo spoke in a low voice, trotting beside her. “Your mother isn’t that big of a prude. She’s just very sensitive about… well… this.”

“This?” Rarity whispered. “This what?”

“The… well, the blowjob thing.”

“Oh, for Celestia’s sake, Father!” Rarity scoffed loudly, trotting faster. “I do not need to know about my parents bedroom issues!”

“Hondo!” Cookie yelled. “What are you telling her now?”

Hondo heaved a heavy sigh, realizing that the automaton was right: the biggest danger to him would be his wife by the time this was all over.

“Nevermind,” he huffed. Looking ahead, he could see Cookie and Sweetie had already reached the top of the stairs talking between themselves, while Rarity was just beginning to climb, but Jack seemed content to follow behind the group.

At the top of the stairs, Hondo had expected to see another set of circles and squares for their next challenge. Instead, he only saw one large stone circle surrounded by four smaller circles. Once again, the circles were in a diamond shape, and the one nearest the door was made of gold while the remainder were stone. The door had two massive runes on it, again with the even patterned dots on the left, and the odd patterned dots on the right, but there were no square runes on the floor.

The mares had already sat down in three of the smaller circles. Cookie had once again settled onto the golden circle, keeping her back to the rest of them and grumbling under her breath. Rarity was blushing furiously and desperately trying to occupy herself by fussing over her mane and tail. Sweetie Belle simply sat on her circle, shifting back and forth trying to get comfortable as she pondered the pornographic artwork all over the walls.

“So, you’re all just going to go along with this?” Hondo asked aloud

“It’s not like we really have much choice, Dad,” Sweetie Belle replied. “Unless you have some other plan to get us out of here.”

Hondo nodded and took his place upon the fourth small circle. Immediately, the door they had entered from slid closed, sealing them inside.

“Verification in progress for question: How many dicks have you sucked off?”

The first circle glowed, surrounding Cookie in a blue light. The outline of the Even side of the rune on the door also began glowing. The circle faded. The second circle surrounded Rarity, and suddenly an apparition appeared in the larger blue circle between them. It was Rarity, enthusiastically blowing Thunderlane. The Even rune on the door faded, and the Odd rune lit up, this time with the top, singular dot glowing in red.

“One,” Jack announced.

Cookie stared in wide-eyed horror at the scene playing out before them. Sweetie Belle forced herself to stifle a giggle.

After about ten seconds, the apparition blinked out of existence, only to be replaced with another image of Rarity being brutally face-fucked by Davenport, the proprietor of Quills and Sofas.

The rune on the door changed back to Even again, and the red dot on the one odd dot faded as the two dots at the top of the Even rune glowed red.

“Two,” Jack announced.

“Wait!”Rarity screamed in a panic, cheeks flushed. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Oh my Stars!” Cookie mumbled. “Rarity, you…!”

“Just cover your eyes, honey,” Hondo advised. Cookie did as suggested.

“Three,” Jack announced.

Hondo didn’t recognize the next stallion, but Rarity was going down on him like a consummate professional. It was incredibly erotic, and Hondo found himself briefly wishing that the apparition made sound.

“Four,” Jack announced.

“Dad, eww…” Sweetie Belle complained.

Hondo glanced at Sweetie Belle, who was staring at him with a look of disgust. He looked down at himself, suddenly becoming acutely aware that his dick was peeking out of its sheathe, and growing noticeably more erect with each passing second.

“Five,” Jack announced.

Hondo looked up at the next stallion, again one he didn’t recognize.

“Father, stop,” Rarity screeched. “Just... stop looking!”

But he couldn’t help it. Watching his daughter getting throat-swabbed by a massive stallion prick was… fascinating. Like watching two pegasi collide in mid air in slow-motion, only it wasn’t two pegasi colliding - it was a pair of hefty balls colliding with his daughter’s gorgeous face. And it wasn’t in slow motion.

“Hondo!” Cookie warned, her hooves no longer covering her face. “Take your eyes off our daughter this instant!”

“Six,” Jack announced.

As the fifth apparition disappeared, Hondo finally tore his gaze away, staring at the fiery eyes of his wife instead. Cookie glared at him intensely, her normally fuschia cheeks tinted red, as he stared back at her, trying his hardest to not break eye contact.

“Seven.”

Hondo steeled himself, running the numbers in his head. At about ten seconds per recollection, and Rarity’s given number of seventeen, would leave ten to go. He only needed to keep his attention on his wife for about two minutes and it would be over.

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

Cookie’s anger seemed to be softening as Hondo kept eye contact with her.

“Ten.”

“Eleven.”

“Twelve.”

Now Cookie was merely looking at him sadly, the reality of her daughter’s situation taking a toll on her. Hondo didn’t like seeing his wife this way, but he kept his eyes locked on her.

“Thirteen.”

“Fourteen.”

Sweetie Belle gasped.

“No, no, no, no-no-nonononono!” Rarity began to yell. “Not that one!”

At that outburst, Hondo couldn’t help but look. Even Cookie turned her head away to see what the problem was.

The apparition showed Rarity delicately lapping at Spike’s engorged hemipenis, the little dragon shuddering in pleasure. Then Rarity engulfed them entirely, bobbing up and down.

“Fifteen.”

Even though the automaton had counted out another, the image didn’t change. Spike had clearly been a quick shot, as it took only moments before his entire body convulsed and Rarity sat back, visibly swallowing and then opening her mouth for the small drake to see. Hondo’s dick went rock solid.

“Wait!” Rarity shouted suddenly. “That counts as two?!”

Jack didn’t seem to respond, continuing to count.

“Sixteen.”

“Rarity!” Sweetie fumed. “How could you?! You know I have a crush on him! Why would you…!”

“You hadn’t told me, yet!” Rarity snapped. “He was desperate, and I …” the already rosy color in her cheeks deepened to a cherry red. “...And I really just wanted to know what a dragon tasted like,” she whispered.

The apparition of Rarity was now blowing Hoity Toity. The sisters continued to bicker as the image of Hoity Toity faded.

“Seventeen.”

Fancy Pants appeared next.

“Rarity…” Cookie Crumbles growled, threateningly. “What have I told you about using sex to further your career.”

“I know you think that it is loathsome, mother,” Rarity shot back, turning away from Sweetie Belle. “But I prefer to think of it as shrewd negotiation. And I do like to have a stallion’s pride at my mercy, and if I can get what I want, and give somepony what they want while also getting something else that I want, then I don’t see the problem with it.”

Sweetie Belle jumped to her hooves. “How truly generous of you~!” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“Eighteen.”

“And you said seventeen!” Cookie shrieked.

“I didn’t know Spike would count as two!” Rarity countered.

“Why does his count as two?” Hondo asked, confused.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. “Because dragons have two dicks, dad. Try and keep up.”

Hondo glanced down at his turgid shaft. “Easy enough,” he muttered.

The light from Rarity’s circle finally faded, and Hondo’s circle lit up.

“Oh, shit,” he rumbled, as he suddenly realized what was about to happen.

“Nineteen,” Jack uttered.

An image of Hondo giving a blowjob faded into existence. Every pony froze.

“Is… is that Uncle Peanut Brittle?” Sweetie asked, her face contorted in confusion.

Cookie went pale. “Y-y-y… You! You sucked off my brother?!”

“It… was a phase,” Hondo replied, sheepishly. “Your brother and I were good friends. We fooled around a little bit, and I learned very quickly that I wasn’t gay.”

“But my brother isn’t gay!” Cookie yelled.

“Uh…” Hondo tried hard not to argue. “Look, let’s just… move on, alright?”

“Move on to what?”

The circle faded and Sweetie Belle’s lit up briefly, before fading away again.

“Answer verified. Result: Odd. Predicted: Even. Mismatched. Please resolve to proceed.”

“Like moving on to how we resolve this?” Hondo offered. He turned to Jack. “How do we resolve this?”

“The answer must be made into truth.”

Sweetie Belle cocked her head to the side. “The answer must be… made into truth?”

Jack shrugged - a strange expression on the faceless automaton. “The temple does not discriminate. When you sit on the circles again and the total is Even, the door will open.”

Cookie stood between Hondo and their daughters, blocking their view of his erection. “Absolutely not,” she growled, giving Rarity a pointed look.

Rarity nearly choked. “Mother! What is wrong with you? I have absolutely no intention of servicing my father’s…” She couldn’t even bring herself to finish the thought aloud.

“I guess we die here, then,” Sweetie Belle mumbled.

“What? Why?” Cookie asked, confused. “I can just… erm… fellate…” She stopped, frowning. “No, we are not talking about this!”

“Mom, you’ve never sucked him off before,” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “So either you’ve never tried it before, or you’re really bad at it.”

“I am not ‘bad’ at it!” Cookie objected. “Your father just can’t get off from… that kind of stimulation!Now, both of you, go down the stairs until I call you up,” Cookie hissed.

Sweetie Belle didn’t hesitate, bounding down the stairs. Rarity followed behind. “You too!” Cookie commanded the automaton. The faux pony moved to join the sisters wordlessly.

She stared at her husband’s erection. It was true that she didn’t even try to suck him off often, and that she had never succeeded. But if there was ever a time to dedicate herself to the task, it was now. Her lips parted and she quickly drove herself all the way to his base.

At the bottom of the stairs, Rarity cringed at the sound of her mother gagging, choking, and then coughing violently.

“See?” Sweetie Belle said. “She can’t do it.”

“Sweetie Belle, I do not want to think about what’s going on up there and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t speak of it again. Jack?”

The automaton turned toward her.

“I would like a distraction, please. You said this is the Temple of Carnal Self-Knowledge, but could you explain why the temple is here?”

“The king built this temple to test candidates for his harem. I have learned many things from him in the time he used the temple. He did not want virgins, and would often slay mares who were revealed to be prudish. Similarly, he did not like mares who had too many partners. He built this temple as a way to filter them out.”

Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but why the even-odd thing?”

“The master said the threat of death was an exhilarating and effective way to get mares to service him.”

“I thought you said the temple wasn’t dangerous?” Sweetie argued.

“It is not dangerous. The master was dangerous, but the temple is not. It can be unpleasant, and require unpleasant things of the occupants. But it is not dangerous.”

Rarity and Sweetie Belle both shuddered, locking eyes for a moment.

“No more mistakes,” Sweetie Belle said.

“No more mistakes,” Rarity agreed.

Several minutes passed as Rarity and Sweetie Belle tried to coax more information from the automaton, though none of their queries produced any useful information.

“Rarity?” Cookie’s voice floated down. “Come here please.”

Rarity closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Coming, mother,” she sighed.

The first thing Rarity noticed was her father’s semi-flaccid member, looking like the saddest penis she had ever seen. Hondo himself was leaning back on his forelegs, eyes darting around as if he couldn’t decide where to look. Sitting up between his legs, Cookie was flushed red as a cherry, refusing to meet Rarity’s gaze.

“Can you-” Cookie began, but trailed off.

“Absolutely not!” Rarity declared, turning toward the stairs.

“Rare, wait!” her father cried. She stopped.

“Don’t you ‘Rare’ me, father. I will not--”

“Your mother just wants advice.”

Rarity was silent for a moment, slowly turning back to face her parents. “You intend for me to… advise… my own mother on how to properly service a stallion?”

“I’m sorry,” Cookie cried, letting out a sob. “I’m terrible at this. It’s disgusting and--”

“Mother, you stop that right now,” Rarity demanded.

Cookie blinked away the tears in her eyes, her lower jaw trembling, but she stopped.

“Firstly, you will never be able to succeed with that mindset. You can’t hate what you are doing - you need to love his cock. To want it. To worship it with your tongue, your lips, your throat. Tease him. Make him want it so bad that you can see the sparkle of lust in his eyes.”

Cookie stared at her daughter in disbelief. “How can you…”

Rarity held up a hoof. “If you can’t learn to suck father off, we will be stuck here until we starve.” She steeled herself for what she was about to say next, gesturing at her father’s stiffening stallionhood. “Look,” she said through clenched teeth. “He already wants it.”

Before Cookie could object, Hondo pulled her into his embrace, giving her a tight hug. After a moment, they parted, and Cookie was finally smiling. She turned to Rarity. “Alright. I’m… going to try. Tell me what to do.”

“Start by taking his tip into your mouth and stroke his lower shaft with your hoof.”

Cookie did as instructed, opening her mouth wide and taking Hondo’s engorged dick into her mouth just a little ways, and stroked him with a hoof. Hondo grunted as he felt the glans of his cock brush lightly against her tongue.

“Do you hear that, mother? That grunt of satisfaction? Take that sound and savor it. The first step to enjoying what you are doing is to enjoy what he is feeling. Try and coax more of it from him. Bob your head up and down slowly, working yourself a bit deeper. Use your tongue.”

Cookie closed her eyes, listening to Hondo’s hitched breathing. Her tongue rolled against his tip, drawing out another grunt. She tried to do as Rarity suggested, focusing on just his sounds - sounds she was responsible for. It was strangely calming once she managed to tune out everything else. She went deeper on his shaft, and soon had to swallow a lump of disgust welling up in her throat. Hondo groaned loudly when she swallowed and his hips rocked forward, forcing more of his length into her throat. His hoof began running through her mane, grasping at the silken strands.

“Very good,” Rarity coached. “He’s getting into it. Now, whenever you are ready, try and take him deeper. You’ll need to open up your throat and suppress your gag reflex. Go at your own pace.”

Cookie opened her eyes and saw the remainder of Hondo’s dick sticking out of her mouth. She could feel Hondo’s grip on her head, relaxing and grasping again, like he wanted to just thrust into her throat but didn’t want to ruin the moment. She closed her eyes again, once more focusing on the sounds he was making. Slowly, she pressed forward. The head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat, and the gagging sensation returned.

Following Rarity’s advice, she tried to open up her throat and will the gagging sensation away. Listening to the sexy sound of her husband’s groans helped her to relax and take a little bit more of him into her. After several seconds, the cock hit the back of her throat and she opened her eyes. Only a few inches left.

She swallowed. Hondo moaned out, his grip tightening on her mane as he began to thrust his hips ever so slightly. Cookie held her breath as he pressed in, his shaft angling ever so slightly as it ingressed to her throat. He pulled out just a little more, giving her a moment to breathe before pressing back in again. In a matter of moments, she had lost all control as Hondo began holding her head and thrusting softly.

His thrusting escalated, his cock driving even further into her throat. His hips bucked wildly, and suddenly Cookie’s snout bumped into something. She opened her eyes again - she was staring straight at her husband’s gut, the entire length of his member disappearing into her throat. He pulled back again and thrust forward, pumping his length into her throat. She couldn’t breathe, but she was awe-struck by her own achievement - she’d never managed to come anywhere close to taking him this deep.

Hondo thrust to the hilt again and held her there, a shudder running through his body. His groan of ecstasy was enthralling. Cookie felt a swelling in her throat and a burst of liquid sensation ran down her throat to her stomach - he was cumming! And… she could taste nothing but the taste of his pre. It wasn’t terrible, but she needed air - pressing insistently against Hondo as he held her head in place.

“Oh Stars, Rares,” Hondo uttered with a low groan as his load blasted down his wife’s throat. Cookie’s eyes went wide as a heated need began burning in her nethers. He had called out their daughter’s name, and yet… why did that turn her on?

His throbbing continued for a few seconds before he began to withdraw. Cookie coughed as she was finally able to get air again, the taste of semen flooding her mouth as the trail of semen retreated from her mouth. As soon as she was done gasping for breath, Cookie looked askance at her husband. “Rares?” she inquired.

“For the advice,” he quickly defended, raising a hoof. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since the day we got together, and thanks to her coaching… you were amazing.”

“Yes, yes,” Rarity blurted, beaming with an awkward sense of pride, but wanting to distance herself from the situation. “Can we move on from this?”

Hondo looked at his wife, a thin strand of his cum running down her chin. Then at the door - still closed. “Sweetie Belle?” he called. “You can come up now.”

The family worked their way to each of the circles and the temple’s blue apparition appeared again - this time only showing a brief snippet of Hondo and Cookie’s activity of the last several minutes.

“Twenty,” Jack stated. The ‘Even’ rune on the door lit up, the row with 20 dots illuminated in red. “Answer verified. Result: Even. Predicted: Even. Matched. Please proceed to the next chamber.”

The door slid open, and the family proceeded forward.

An unsettling feeling fell over Cookie Crumbles as she realized the temple would force them to divulge everything. Her secret could come out.

And it might ask them to do far worse.