Daring Do and Her First Adventure

Stone. Daring Do could feel it below her. She was lying on it. And as she opened her eyes, she noticed the entire room was made from the same green tinted stone she laid on. With a deep breath, she started to wake up fully, sitting on her haunches as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and actually had a good look around.

The stone walls weren’t that of a natural cave, but instead made from cut blocks, some even with small engravings: pictures of ponies, trees, and various other glyphs. Daring didn’t remember this place. Why was she down here exactly? The last thing she remembered was being beside a small campfire with her parents as they made their evening meal, after a day spent exploring some jungle-covered ruins on the outskirts of a village.

She wasn’t sure if she dozed off, or maybe fell down a tunnel and hit her head. Nothing was particularly sore or hurting, save for the discomfort of sleeping on a stone floor for who knew how long. With a small stretch she stood and noticed that there was a hallway behind her. Where it led was anyone’s guess, but it looked like the only way out.

“Mom? Dad?” she called out down the hallway, but only heard her own voice faintly echo back. A small shiver ran down her spine. Was she alone? A filly separated from her parents to face this place by herself? She took a step forward and felt her heart beat faster. It wasn’t out of fear, or at least not entirely. The tingle of adrenaline coursing through her almost felt freeing, energizing...exciting!

This was her first time out on her own. She smirked. She’d take this place on and show her parents just what she could do, and maybe even leave with a few artefacts too! The look on their faces when she solves some previously unsolvable mystery would be too much. She almost wanted to dash away, but there was one thing missing.

“Oh, there you are!” she said as she saw her pith helmet lying on the ground and promptly placed it on top of her head. It wasn’t as big as her dad’s, but it was hers; something she got from him before she could even remember. It wasn’t something she was going to lose so easily.

She headed off through the stone entrance and down the hallway, glancing at the surrounding architecture for any clues. Some large tribe or civilization could have built these, but she wasn’t able to recall exactly who it could have been. It did seem more like a temple, some catacombs, or even a dungeon of some sort; but it was nothing like the dilapidated ruins she and her parents often explored together. Either way, she felt it in her gut that she was far underground and needed to find a way out.

That feeling lit a fire inside her as her trot turned into a run. It was a straight shot down the hallway until she reached the end. But it didn’t slow her down; there was a ledge right above her. She jumped as high as she could and landed right on top of it. It looked like the hallway kept going from here, so she continued on, right up to the next ledge at the end.

She hopped up, but there was no hallway to continue, only a wall. However, with the ceiling extending up much higher than normal, she spotted another ledge that she could jump to. With a small running start she vaulted over and landed on her hooves. This ledge was another dead end, and looking up, it seemed like there were a few more jumps needed to be made.

After bouncing back and forth all the way up until she was nearing the top, there was an actual hallway to go down now! Running felt a lot better than jumping, but neither was particularly hard; at least she wasn’t carrying a full rucksack with all of her supplies. She was barely even breaking a sweat.

“Her first adventure,” Daring started to narrate out loud. “Daring goes through the abandoned temple, far from safety, with enemies all around.” After a little bit of running and a few more ledges to jump up and down to, she eventually slowed down to a brisk trot. The adrenaline of exploration was still there, but it had simmered down for now.

Up ahead the hallway led to another more spacious room. It was nice seeing the walls spread further apart, and everything else looked much less cramped. One thing did catch her eye: the centerpiece of the room. It was a large crystal-like rock, blue and almost as big as her head. It was embedded into a stone pedestal, securely held up for anypony to see – at least the very few who came down these tunnels.

“O-oh! Treasure!” she called out before looking around and softly sneaking towards it. “And there it was: an artefact from the inhabitants from long ago. Who knows how much it’d sell for, or what museum would be trying to get this prize. But Daring knew she had to get it to safety from the bad treasure hunters.” She licked her lips at the idea of grabbing it as a bounty, but she quickly frowned as she moved closer. There was no way to take it, not without tools or even a pick.

Though, even if she couldn’t take it yet, she could still admire it. She walked closer and cautiously placed her hoof on it. Without warning the dark crystal lit up with a bright blue hue, and she could feel a magical energy emanating from it; enough that it tingled her fur from being so close.

Darling slowly pulled her hoof away, looking around the room for another clue on what to do. This gem could have opened up a secret passageway somewhere that led right to the surface, but unfortunately, there was nothing besides the same green-tinted stone that filled this room.

“Hmm…” she mumbled out loud to herself. What was this for exactly? She looked over the pedestal but could find any engravings; the walls were covered in them, but a simple instruction manual must have been too much to ask on the one important thing in the room… or even the most important thing in this entire temple so far. That would have made her life a whole lot easier, but she could always study it the old-fashioned way.

Alas, as much as she wanted to study it for hours, she really needed to get out of this place first; especially since she didn’t come prepared for an extended stay at all, lacking both food and water. A day down here wouldn’t be too bad; it wouldn’t be fun, but she would survive. Although…

She patted herself down, feeling along her jacket until she felt a lump in one of the inside pockets. “Ah-ha!” She fished it out and smiled, at least she had a power bar for emergencies; labeled peanut butter crunch. It would be enough to keep her spirits high and fight off hunger if she was down here for long enough. Her tummy did feel a little empty, but she’d save it for later when it was actually needed.

The platforms were starting to get a lot tougher the further along she went. A few of them she had to jump up extra high or as far as she could just to be able to barely make it over. Even a few times she missed and had to try all over again. Luckily, she did have her wings to rely on during those particularly close calls; gliding down instead of a hard landing on the stone.

It would have been easier if she could have just flown up like her Mom. Daring still hadn’t mastered the fine skill of getting off the ground – at least by wings – but was quite adept at avoiding a crash landing… mostly from the several times she crashed rather than landed.

With one more jump she managed to get to the top of this ledge, and into another section of this place. Opening up into a cavernous room almost made her jaw drop. She saw similar places, but this was the first time she was exploring it on her own. Who knows how long it had been since somepony had gazed upon this place. The sound of rushing water came from the side with waterfalls in the distance, pouring down into the misty depths below.

The green-tinted stone on the walls also had earthy browns mixed in, mostly from where bricks had fallen off from the water wearing through the joints. If she didn’t already have a sneaking suspicion that she was underground, this was more than confirming it. Just where and how far now was the issue. Though, another question entered her mind quick enough: the lighting.

This entire place was lit up as if the sun itself was able to shine down here. Even the previous hallways were clearly lit up when they should have been pitch black. No answers came to her, but with that magical pedestal existing in this place, anything could have been possible if the builders wanted it to be. Magic was always strange, and this place seemed to match that strangeness quite well.

However, before she started to jump over the perilous drop and onto the next platform, she spotted a blue creature on the other side. It looked like a gooey ball no bigger than a basketball. It hopped around, back and forth from the edge on this side to the wall on the other end of the ledge.

Daring watched it from the other side, waiting and contemplating before moving forward. This was the way she had to go, and the creature didn’t look particularly dangerous. Though, she probably wasn’t going to be asking it for directions… but who knew?

“Hello?” she asked after landing on the other side.

The blue slime didn’t even seem to notice her. It was still just bouncing away until it hit the wall on the other end of this ledge. She’d have to jump up high to get over the wall and continue on, but the slimy creature didn’t even bother. Once it hit the end it turned around and immediately stopped bouncing.

“H-hel-“

A blue ball rocketed out from the creature. She didn’t even have time to react before it hit her square in the chest. The impact knocked the wind right from her and with it came a sudden shock; like an electric wave of heat that blasted through her all at once. It instantly traveled from her chest and through the rest of her body, but along the base of her tail was where it all seemed to concentrate and heat up.

The whole thing felt weird, but what felt weirder was that she couldn’t feel the ground under her hooves. In fact, it wasn’t. She sailed in the air and crashed down close enough to the edge that she could feel her hindlegs slip and dangle down. She lunged forward on instinct, desperate not to fall into the misty unknown below and potentially get hurt or worse if she wasn’t able to glide down gracefully.

“Wai-“ she tried yelling out before another glob hit her right on the flank, sending her popping up and crashing down again. The same heat flowed through her on impact, like she just popped a balloon filled with sparking fire. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, but she was sure it wasn’t a lot more.

On instinct, she ran forward with all the effort she had. Another blue glob was shot her way but she jumped right over it, landing right in front of the creature and swinging hard at it. She could feel the warm gooey liquid for just a moment before the creature immediately fell apart. Pieces of it fell to the ground and seeped right into the stone like it was part ghost.

Within moments it looked like the creature hadn’t even existed in the first place. It was simply gone.

With an exhausted sigh she sat down to collect herself for just a moment, noticing the thumping in her chest from the rapid beating of her heart. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm down.

Who knew a ball of slime would be so challenging, and those projectiles weren’t fun to get hit with either. They didn’t hurt per se, but she imagined it was similar to getting hit with a lightning bolt that was on fire. Needless to say, she didn’t want to get hit with those again, especially if she wanted to make it out of here.

With one last deep breath, she pushed off the ground confidently and jumped up and over the wall onto the next ledge above. From up top, she could see a bit more of the route she had to go along in this strange maze. She was heading down for a few jumps, and then right back up. However, the route wasn’t clear; gooey blue balls were bouncing along a few of those ledges. With nowhere else to go, she headed off, jumping over and swiping at any of those creatures in her way.

She was glad she was a pegasus. Doing this without her wings would have been unimaginable. The further along she went, the harder these jumps were getting. Some of them she couldn’t even jump to the top or get all the way across with just her legs; those needed an extra flap of her wings, a small little hop that was more like a mid-air jump; just enough that she could get across to safety.

The scenery had also changed. The walls weren’t as enclosed as the hallways, but it wasn’t like the cavernous room she managed to get through either. Also, the engravings on the walls had changed as well: filled with pots, tools, and even some ancient looking tribal masks. It was hard to tell what those meant exactly, she probably would have had the same amount of reasoning behind the meaning from someone going to a library, haphazardly picking out some random ancient-looking symbols from one of the books, and showing them to her to decipher.

Ancient writings aside, she looked over the edge of one of these ledges and noticed that the same treacherous drops were still there. Instead of mist and mystery however, the long walls headed down all the way into what looked like pools of soft-pink water. Though, it didn’t really look like water, nor was it motionless. Large bubbles popped from the pool like it was made of pink magma, and its entire surface seemed to unnaturally ripple, like a gentle wind was blowing over its surface even if it was quite still in here.

Oddly enough, right after this jump there was another one of those rooms, and another pedestal inside; the large blue gem unlit and embedded on the top of the pedestal. With another hop she made it over safely and curiously went to touch the gem with her hoof. Immediately, it lit up with its brilliant blue colour and she felt the magical aura from it coming to life. But this time its magical energy flowed right into her core and she felt oddly refreshed; like she had just had a nice break and was ready to get back into the action.

That was… weird. Maybe these were the key to getting out of here? Turn on enough of these and maybe a door opens up straight to the surface? It seemed as likely as anything else she could think of. But, maybe if she had a better look, she might find something else. Should she wait around for a while and inspect it? It could have had something that she just wasn’t seeing.

Her stomach growled and she felt the discomfort of hunger upon her. Maybe she could spare a few minutes to have a look… and break out today’s meal while she did so.

It had been pretty fruitless inspecting the rest of that pedestal, but food wasn’t the focus right now; that power bar should keep her going for a long while and the taste of peanut butter still had her licking her lips. Still, she hoped to have cracked this puzzle instead of continuing along her path in defeat. Maybe the clues to this unsolved mystery were waiting somewhere through these never-ending tunnels. At least that’s what she told herself.

The way ahead seemed pretty straight forward, jumping and smacking as needed. It was almost perfect, until a slimy bolt hit her in the back of the head. Another of those blue slimes, but this one was in a hidden alcove behind her and got her by surprise. The creature didn’t last long as Daring stormed after it, smacked it, and triumphantly proceeded on her way.

Dropping down from a ledge she spotted yet another slime. Though, this one was purple and rolled along the ground until it noticed her. As soon as she heard the familiar sound of slime getting launched she jumped, but a second sound came after it. She was already falling and knew she made a mistake. She tried to pull up but it caught her right on the tip of her hoof before she touched down.

It sent her sliding back along the ground, but she was already trying to run at the creature before she even stopped skidding. Her eyes were blurring a little and her limbs felt weak again, but that didn’t stop her legs; it was almost like running on autopilot, knowing the only way to stop it was to get up close.

She took the chance and swung at it, hoping that another shot didn't come rocketing out and hitting her point-blank. Her hoof connected, but instead of bursting through, a hissing noise came out from it and the impact rippled across its body.

She froze and stared at it wide-eyed. The sound of a wet shot came out, but she flicked her other hoof up and felt it connect right in the middle of the creature before the hot electric feeling blasted through her and sent her skidding back. Like the blue slimes before, this one shredded apart and fell to the floor, pieces slowly seeping into the stone.

That was close.

She stood there panting out, surprised she didn’t fall down right here or even had any energy to keep going. How much more of this was she able to take? It felt like she was at her end and dealing with more than she could handle, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice right now.

She had to press on.

Was it too much to wish that these purple slimes didn’t exist? The blue ones were fine, but these purple ones were starting to become a pain. It was moderately easy enough to jump up a little bit higher each time they shot to avoid both slimy bullets, and luckily they didn’t seem to shoot up for whatever reason. Though, they were shooting a lot farther, across the large gaps between ledges before she even had the time to jump across.

More than once she had to rush back, up onto a previous ledge for safety, waiting for an opportunity to get across. She had to time everything almost perfectly every time she crossed. But, by whatever luck was guiding her through this, she still managed to dodge, jump and double-smack her way through.

Who knew how much longer this place was, but she felt like she was getting close; hopefully nearing one of those gems, lighting it up and being that much close to being free. What would she tell Mom and Dad about this place when she got back up? Would they go back down here to get at the real treasure that she most likely missed? Would they-

She felt another blob hit the end of her hoof just before she landed and instead got launched back. Though, this one took it out of her. She felt like all her energy just got drained out upon impact, to the point that her wings didn’t even work. The edges of her vision blurred as she felt gravity taking hold, sending her down the pits to a pink pool down below.

She landed right on her back as she smacked into the pink pool. It sounded like a hard landing, but she didn’t feel any sort of pain. In fact the pool underneath her sunk down before springing back out like a trampoline. Though, she didn’t go flying, it held onto her tight, almost like some kind of sticky goo. Actually, the more she noticed, it was goo.

Daring felt herself starting to sink in as the pool moved around her, it held on tight to her wings and tail, and started to travel up. She didn’t know what to expect, it was warm, but wasn’t like the bubbling pink magma she pictured from earlier. And, she wasn’t exactly sinking. The pink slime seemed to be coming to her.

It slowly crawled up along her rump, right where her cutie mark would have been, and it pressed right into the base of her tail before spreading out along her back and starting to reach out between her legs. She could feel it moving up all over, on her back, but oddly enough, there was one place that she noticed the most: on her rear.

Instead of the warm goo just covering her it seemed to be doing more than moving, like it was taking a tiny gooey finger and pressing it right up against her butthole. It felt… strange… like she was sitting on a particularly pokey chair, even if she was lying down.

It felt odd enough that she tried to wiggle away. Surprisingly, it felt like some energy had returned to her, not enough to fight or break free, but at least enough to be awake, and more than enough to be alert and aware; particularly of the gooey movements down below.

She spread her legs a little and looked down as she felt the warmth going up between her thighs. It flowed over her fillyhood and all the way up until it reached her teats. The heat felt almost like a bath, but different in its own exotic way. She never expected to take a swim in this stuff, and she certainly never imagined it would feel so… tingly?

Daring bit her lip a little as she stared. Why did it feel like the slime was focusing on this area specifically? The goo on her back and wings felt more like it was just holding on, keeping her in place. While the goo on her privates felt more like they were gripping on, and even pressing in against her.

It was almost like a bunch of tiny hooves massaging her down there. It felt like such a weird thing to even think about, but the idea of having a bunch of ponies feeling down there didn’t even make sense. Why would they need to do something like that?

“Ahh!” Daring squeaked out in surprise as the goo grabbed onto her fillyhood, squeezing tightly before slowly loosening up. The entire thing sent a sudden shock down her spine, but this wasn’t the same kind of shock from those slime balls up above, this felt more natural and like it came from her. Reflexively she tried shutting her legs but more of the slime flowed up around her mound, covering it and stopping her legs from moving in at all.

She reached down to swat at the goo covering her. A wet slap rang out, but as she tried pulling her hoof back she realized she couldn’t. The slime held on fast, and as much as she pulled, her hoof didn’t move in the slightest. Well… not entirely.

The slime started to move her hooves down along her belly, past her sides and went even further behind till she was almost touching her spread out wings. She went wide-eyed at a sudden realization: whatever this pool was doing wasn’t as a strange, unthinking pool of water; whatever it was doing was on purpose!

She squeaked out again as it quickly squeezed her down below. “W-what are you doing?” she asked but didn’t get any response. It was focused on her for a reason, and like the glyphs on the walls up above, she couldn’t figure out why. Though, just because she didn’t know, didn’t mean the creature was going to stop. In fact, she felt that one gooey finger turn into several, pressing in at various spots down below.

The weird massaging mixed in with this exploration made it feel even tinglier down there; like it was tickling her in a way she had never felt before – certainly not like how her parents tickled when they were play fighting. Her hips gently started to roll at the sudden feelings and her belly shivered a bit when it got too much.

She watched helplessly as it continued to do whatever it was trying to do. But the more that she watched, the more she could see her own fillyhood start to change ever so slightly. Her lower lips looked a little puffier than normal and she could feel her heartbeat thudding between her legs. Those lips spread apart like two petals on a flower, and she could feel the goo gently pulling on her entire mound, enough so that it could fit into any crevice and crack hidden there.

Suddenly her eyes widened as the goo pressed against the top of her fillyhood, it felt like it found something down there, pressed in with goo and was massaging it from all sides. What it was she didn’t know, but her back arched and instinctually her hips bucked right into the creature.

“A-ahh! “ Daring half shouted and half moaned out. It wasn’t stopping yet. The gooey fingers down below seemed much more focused as they spread her. She felt it in her fillyhood first, a strange sensation of warmth flowing into her lower belly and she could even see the pink of her entrance starting to spread open. How an ancient pool of pink goo knew it could go in there was baffling. She didn’t know she could even do that! But she was sure learning.

The next poke happened in her rear as that gooey finger pressed into her backdoor. At least this sensation she vaguely recognized, if not completely backwards and filled with these strange tingles. She could feel the warmth in her body grow and feel her walls getting stretched from all angles for the first time; it was like she was being blown up like a balloon.

She wiggled uncomfortably as it kept going. Her breaths were short as she panted out from these surprising sensations. It felt like she wanted to squeeze her legs in tight, yet also spread them for some extra room, but the goo held her tight and she couldn’t move anywhere, only take what it was giving her.

She was pressed out to the max, even her belly had a noticeable bulge down below. Thankfully the pressure slowed, but something else entirely started. Daring rolled her head from side to side, and couldn’t stop wriggling. The slime inside her felt like it was massaging every part of her down there; from the walls of her two holes, to every bump and crevice that didn’t even know existed, but could certainly feel right now.

She couldn’t even think of a question, the tingling and heat was building inside her and it was all she could focus on. Her tunnels squeezed against the overwhelming fullness, but did little to counter the goo pressing in. Her hips bucked hard as it caressed every part of her, squeezing in all the right places, until she couldn’t hold on any longer.

Her eyes opened wide as she stared up at the ceiling, open mouthed in a silent, screaming moan that caught in her throat. Somehow the slime between her legs felt even wetter as ripples of sensation pulsed through her core. The goo didn’t slow down in the slightest, keeping her at that pleasureful high for who knows how long, seconds feeling like hours, her belly tightening up and relaxing in wave after wave.

It was enough that her vision blurred, almost feeling like her soul was leaving her body at that very moment. She gasped out for air as she felt herself coming off that peak, still squirming from the creature continuing to move at its feverous pace.

With what remained of her thoughts, there was only one thing that she could think of, one thing that she knew for certain: that was the most intense thing she had ever felt.