Daring Do and Her First Adventure

The blue glow covered the room again as she touched the darkened gem and felt its reinvigorating magic surge through her body. Another section conquered entirely… and a whole bunch more fun left in the tunnels ahead. Though, there were no mechanical noises coming from up ahead, but instead something a lot… wetter?

As she trotted along, she could finally hear what was making those sounds. Large steel grates were affixed to the ceiling, and from each of them came several long tendrils. They looked almost as big as her hoof in size. Some were curled like a snake waiting to strike, though, if they were straightened, they could have easily touched the floor.

They were covered in a sheen of wetness. Thin ropes of liquid hung between several of the tentacles like some kind of lewd holiday decoration. “Heh,” she chuckled to herself as she looked at those tips and guessed what they were going to do if they managed to catch her.

Her tail flicked at the thought. If she got stuck in them like she did the goo, they were probably going to go straight to her backside, pressing into those two spots, making her all tingly inside. She could feel it now, feel that strange tickle inside her, and it only grew the more that she thought about it. It made her legs feel warm, and… she shifted her hips a little… feel that strange butteriness between her lower lips.

She looked at the creature above and couldn’t help but shift back and forth, thinking about her punishment if she failed this time. At least there wasn’t any goo, but… these were different. New. Even if she had an idea, she wouldn’t know exactly what it would do until it caught her… which it totally wouldn’t!

She wouldn’t just fall down and let those things inside her backside like that! She’d…

Her rear squeezed and she felt something pop out from the top of her fillyhood. She almost jumped at the feeling, like a sudden shock between her flanks. It was that place the slime had grabbed onto and almost made her gush right away… well it did make her gush… just in what felt like an hour.

She looked around the area: besides the out of range tentacles, she was safe here… enough to have a look at least. Sitting down on her haunches she spread her legs a little and looked down. Her hoof drifted there too as she poked at one of the puffy lips, but in an instant her hoof was already covered in… well… her.

Her belly tensed again and she felt that twitch down below. She could see a hint of pink escape her folds before getting sucked right back into hiding. She pulled at the top, revealing that smooth pink pearl hidden underneath. It felt kind of weird and it tingled now that it was exposed to the cooler air.

“Ngghh~” Daring huffed out as it winked out again. Her hoof naturally pressed right into it, holding it tight before she rubbed at it in a slow circle. “Mmm…” That was kind of nice. Almost like what the slime was doing, but certainly not as intense; her hoof felt like a massage; that goo was on her, in her, and probably doing other things she didn’t even know how to explain.

She pressed in extra tight as a swell started to build within. It wasn’t that final big push she felt, but if she kept riding a few of those building waves, she might even get there herself. Instead she finally took in a deep breath and pulled at her lower lips again. It was pink down there. Not the same kind of bright hot-pink as the slime pools, but more of a softer pink with maybe a bit of a gentle red hue mixed in.

And that hole… she could see the little tunnel hidden at the bottom. A whole new world was inside her that she just learned about. The tip of her hoof slid in and pressed. “Nnngh~ huh…” the tip spread her open a little bit, but it already felt tight with even that small amount squishing against her entrance. It was weird, but her fillyhood felt like this was the first time it was ever getting touched in such a way. Even after the slimes, every time after she got reset, it was like these were brand new parts she was touching.

The hot tingles only buzzed more as she pressed. Her hoof wiggled hard as she dug in, almost like she was trying to scratch an itch that kept building inside her. But that itch wasn’t just on her outer mound, it was inside, just out of reach from her hoof. She looked up at those tentacles… well… she did know how to get that deep itch scratched.

She felt that strange tingling in her belly come back with a vengeance as she stood up. At least the reset point was literally less than a minute away… but still… was she actually going to do this? “Aw, horseshoes!” she cursed out.

She had already made up her mind.

It took a deep breath to get her legs moving forward again, but this time it wasn’t the danger bringing fear into her, it was more like an anxiousness building up the more she thought about what could happen. The winking didn’t help either, making her legs tremble as it kept sending a small shock through her; a surprise she didn’t think she’d get used to.

She glanced up at the tendrils before looking ahead, digging in her hooves, and finally launching forward in a sprint. With one quick jump she sailed underneath the danger. A wet slap against the stone sounded out not even a second after. She looked back as the tendrils were curling up again, ready to strike. It wasn’t something she could go through slowly, but if she moved fast enough, she probably could avoid these things altogether.

Although… avoiding them wasn’t the plan right now.

With another breath she hopped forward and felt the wet ropes hit her in the back of the head. That warm shock was sent through her in an instant as she was sent flying backward, almost crashing onto the ground as she landed.

“One…”

She jumped at it again and felt it tag her hoof, being just a moment too slow. “Ow… two…”

“Ow! Three!”

With one last hop she landed right in the middle of the danger zone, directly under the tendrils. “Nggghh,” she groaned out as she braced. This was the last one.

The burst of heat hit her all over as the tentacles crashed into her again. Instead of getting sent flying, it was barely a hop. She sank to her haunches as she felt her energy leave her completely. It took all of her effort to even twitch her hoof, but mentally, she felt quite aware compared to the first few times getting knocked down.

Instead of cloudiness filling her mind, she could make out details she hadn’t even noticed. Like the faint musky scent in the air, the gentle dripping coming from above, or how the tendrils weren’t curling up anymore; they were coming down to meet her. She could clearly feel the heavy beating in her chest, and was practically the only other sound that was coming from her besides a numbed whimper.

She gulped as she felt those butterflies in her stomach flapping about; the anxious excitement tingling all over her body was something she’d never felt before in such a way. This was going to happen. There was no going back now, not even if she wanted to. Any second now, that creature was going to sweep down even further and go inside her filly place.

At least she was doing this on her own terms this time.

She tried moving her legs to open them a bit wider and entice the creature closer, but they wouldn’t respond, didn’t even budge.

Two tendrils soon came flying over, wrapping her forelegs up in their binds and raising them above her head. She was defenceless, immobile, and she could already see more on their way. A sudden twitch between her legs from that dot winking had her entire body shuddering and her legs kicking out reflexively.

That got her to move.

“Do y-“ she started to say with a little more control in her face before one of the tips snapped over and landed in her mouth. “Hmmm? HMM!” she squeaked as it kept going, spreading her throat open as it slid in. This thing felt warm inside her, and she could feel a wet trickle coming from the tip of the creature. It felt super slippery as it covered her throat on the way down and smeared over her tongue as soon as it pulled back up.

“Hrrgggrk~ Arrguk~ Mmmmaagh~” she choked out every time is sank into her, trying to gasp for air in the small window when she could. Why was it going for her throat? It certainly didn’t feel the same as down below… but in an odd way it was making her tingle even more. “Mmmmm,” a muffled moan came from her as she tried sucking on the creature; like a giant straw that was put way too far down.

More wet tentacles came over, wrapping along her belly and pulling her off of the ground, closer to the grate above, while more grabbed at her legs, spreading them wider. She felt so exposed and just as trapped as with those pools of goo. She could feel her limbs returning to normal and tried pulling as hard as she could, testing to see if she could even get out at this point. But the tendrils held tight; she wasn’t going anywhere.

With heavy breaths through her nose and tail flicking hard, her entire body stiffened up as she felt something touch down below. She could barely look down with this tendril in her throat keeping her head up, but she could see one of the tentacles there, reaching that sacred spot.

Daring tensed and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt it rub her fillyhood, maybe getting her ready like the goo had been. But she already felt soaked down there, even before jumping into this. Small trails of her own juices were already covering her mound and starting to run down her thighs. Although, whatever warm liquid the tentacle was spreading did make her feel even slipperier down below. She wanted to reach down and try to touch it, but her arms held fast.

The tip flicked again that winking dot down below, rubbed along the sides, and even had its tip pressing right up against that hole into her. She felt it there, ready to slide in, but it seemed to be taking its time. “Pwwweees~” she begged through the muffling tendril and thrust her hips at the tormentor.

The tease was almost worse than anything else right now. Did it know that this was what she wanted? Was it just choosing to make her wait?

Daring eyes went wide and she let out a throaty moan as the tip slipped into her, spreading her fillyhood wide for what felt like the very first time. She stretched fast, almost straining to hold the intruder down below. It snaked into her, deeper and deeper until it collided with the end of her tunnel, firm enough that she rocked in the air. The hit knocked the wind from her, but she sucked air right back in as the tendril pulled back.

There was hardly any time to think about why it was leaving her, before it pushed right back in, sliding almost all the way down before repeating it all over again. “Mmph~!” she cried out, feeling her walls tense, expand, and then relax as it momentarily pulled back and prepared for another push.

Daring had been curious what this would have felt like compared to that goo, but she didn’t expect this at all. The tentacle itself was much firmer, and instead of rippling inside her, vibrating, and giving her those weird inside tickles till she finally gushed, these moved. Their thrusts in and out, sliding along her walls was such a strange sensation, but in some instinct filled part of her mind, felt completely right.

Every time it filled her, she tried closing her legs and squealed out; full to empty, empty to full in unrelenting movements. She was almost lost in the feeling until she felt another poke down below, pressing against the spot just below her tail: one more place to fill.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt its tip poked in and smear its slippery mixture all over. Right… how silly of her to forget her butt. Her nose scrunched up as its girthy length spread that hole open wide and sunk down further and further. It wasn’t her favourite spot to be speared, but it seemed par for the course in a place like this.

But as it started picking up speed, thrusting in tandem with the one in her fillyhood, it was getting her closer to that inevitable gush. Feeling the two thick lengths filling her at the same time, she could feel them pressing up against each other, squeezing the sides of her tunnels together and only adding to the weird feelings.

The only thing that was missing was her pink button below being pressed, but even then, she didn’t know how much longer she would last with the creature’s relentless assault on her body. She groaned out hard around the tendril making her throat sore; she could feel that peak coming once again.

However, even as those tendrils seemingly moved as fast as they could, it felt like it was meticulously bringing her closer to the finish with calculated steps. It kept her at a pleasureful plateau and slowly kept bringing her up to another level, closer and closer up to those overwhelming sensations, like some erotic staircase in her mind.

She bucked, twitched, pulled, wiggled and humped, desperately trying to reach the top. It was so close, she could feel it. But that one last part to go felt like the longest, it felt like it was just holding her there for the longest of times, until with one final step she was on top of the world.

It felt like a slow release through her whole body; a wave that flowed over and crashed through her mind. The tentacles sped up even more as soon as she hit the point of no return. Being bombarded from all angles as they ravaged every spot she had. Her eyes opened wide as she looked down below, seeing that length disappear inside her over and over again, seeing her belly tense up, and seeing the tentacles hold her tight as she thrashed about in vain.

She screamed.

Yelling so hard around the tendril it vibrated all the way up to her ears as everything came crashing through her in one final moment. The tension in her body released itself as she twitched, and an audible splash of her juices came rushing out from down below, shooting over the tendrils and crashing onto the floor. Another spurt, and another came after that.

She shuddered hard as the tendrils kept up a moderate pace, keeping that intense moment going for as long as possible. A warm glow was replacing the burning need her loans were screaming for. But as she took in a deep breath when she felt the hard waves of pleasure subside, she blinked, and was on the ground in a room holding her hoof to a blue gem.