Walls and this darn tunnel again. How many times has she zipped back to a previous spot? How long was she down here? Was it all day? It couldn’t have been that long, yet who knew; time wasn’t really easy to keep track of here.

She hurried along and thankfully she spotted the wooden and metal doors up ahead. If anything was pointing her to the exit, it was that. Luckily the path ahead was… actually not that difficult. Sure there were slimes, but there weren’t any holes in the floors, tentacles on the ceilings, or any other kind of erotic traps she could see from here. It stayed in the back of her mind as she ran, but it wasn’t something to worry about unless it came up.

Daring paused for just a moment as she saw a blue slime bouncing down below, just loving its life in the monotonous route that it took, hoping back and forth forever. She smiled softly as she hopped down and leapt right over the creature. It would have been easy to stick a hoof down, clipping it on the way past and removing it from existence.

But… maybe this time, she could let it continue on with its slimy life… even if she could hear the gooey shots behind her. “Maybe next time,” she said with a smirk as she jumped out of harm’s way and onto another ledge above. Well… depending on what was after the next reset point, she might just have to try that again, but-

“Ugh…” Daring said as she shook her head. “We have to get out!”

In some weird way, this place was starting to feel like a delicious treat that she couldn’t get enough of. The idea of finding even more things, and even more sensations in here was enough to make her cheeks blush. How many more would she legitimately get caught by? And then how many more would she purposely lose to again?

It seemed like it took no time to get to the mysterious doors, and finally she pressed her hoof to it. The doors felt old and heavy, creaking loudly and booming out as they collided against the walls. Inside was a large room, almost as big as some of the ancient cathedrals she had read about. However, it seemed like nature had taken this room and made it into its home again.

“The final part of the maze, Daring would beat it easily and get out of here in no time,” she said under her breath as she moved. There were several large stone pillars along the very edges of the room, wrapped in vines and moss all the way up. The high vaulted ceiling was covered in large purple flowers, with pink-spotted petals bigger than several ponies. And the room smelt so sweet, almost like sugar in the air that warmed her ever so slightly.

It was enough to make her want to take pause, but she couldn’t stop when she saw a stone staircase on the other side of the room, sharply ascending up into the unknown. It just had to be the next place to go through, but in between her and freedom was a huge dark-green gem, held up high by a plethora of vines.

It… was another reset point... already? She started to walk closer and another boom sounded out behind her as the doors slammed shut. Everything seemed to happen so fast as the dull gem came to life, shining a dark-green light that made her shield her eyes. The light seemed to fade, or more accurately, get blocked as thick slime flooded out from the gem, enveloping it in an instant and growing until it poured onto the floor.

“Hello?” Daring asked, wondering if it could say anything, but also fearing that it just might. A loud groan came from the creature and green vines snapped out and waved around like cobras waiting to strike.

“Uh-oh!” Her eyes widened and legs reflexively kicked out, sending her sliding back and narrowly missing a swipe of tendrils that came down hard onto the stone floor. They quickly slid back up into the air, preparing for their next strike.

But the creature’s giant-blob form trembled for a moment before a slimy ball came shooting out, followed by another shot, and another. Daring ran back as the three shots came flying her way. She still had to hop and beat her wings as much as she could to even have a chance at getting over that.

Luckily, she landed back on the ground, missing those shots entirely. Whatever she just awakened was bigger than anything else in this entire temple; meaner too! It was like it really wanted to hit her, wanted to take her down with everything that it had. She stared at the vines above, getting ready to dodge another strike, but instead she heard a click behind her and a rhythmic series of mechanical clunks.

Spears! They came shooting up from the ground behind her like a wave. She ran right at the approaching danger and jumped when she heard the click below her. The sudden rush of air blew against her fur as those blue tips came close to touching her hooves.

She landed on the ground, spinning back and preparing for whatever came next. But there was a small lull, just a few precious moments before it came at her again. Each attack by strike, shot, or spikes, it pushed her back more. But she couldn’t go back! She had to push forward and hit this thing!

Taking a chance she ran toward the creature as soon as she avoided the spikes, it was enough to get close, but she saw those vines lashing out again. She lunged forward, missing the strike from above. Immediately she jumped up, anticipating the three shots and watching them fly below… all except.

“Ow!” she grumbled as the very last one hit her on the hoof. It sent her up a little bit, but as soon as she touched the ground she had to run closer, flinging her hoof out and connecting with the beast. Its entire form seemed to shudder all at once as soon as she did. Daring was almost going to smirk at that, but she had no time to even think with the wave of spikes fast approaching.

Another hop to safety, going back and forth with each attack. Her heart pounded in this dangerous dance, one that she couldn’t mess up, couldn’t freeze at all, or pause for even a moment. And regardless with how careful she was trying to be in this chaos, another shot hit her, then a smack from the vines connected. She manages to score a few more hits, but how many more till this thing fell? Or until she fell?

She was on her last chance. The vines swung out and she retreated, the spikes came but she jumped back, and with the slime shots she withdrew even more, right up until her back hit the doors. She pressed tightly against it and watched the creature, but it hadn’t shot at her, nor swung with its tendrils. The spikes were still going, but they were absent right at the entrance.

She panted out as she used the small break she had back here, though her lungs felt oddly warm. The more she breathed in the more she felt it. It was like a heat in the air that spread out from her chest and all the way along the rest of her, bringing with it a familiar tingle to her rump. A small twitch down below had her lowly groaning.

She wasn’t even thinking about that now! This creature looked like it meant business and she couldn’t afford to get distracted! The air in here seemed to have a noticeable tinge of pink. Where had it come from? She glanced up and spotted small streams of pink air coming out from the flowers above.

“No fair!” she yelled at them and shook her head. Shouting wasn’t going to do anything and there was no way of beating this creature from way over here. That thing would just sit and wait forever, spreading its sweet smell in this room until she was a sopping mess.

“Only a few more taps, and that thing is done,” she reassured herself as she pressed her hooves into the ground before pushing off with a yell. “Yaaahhhhh!”

She spirited forward, but she didn’t know what hit her. Any one of the creature's attacks could have landed. All she knew was that all the energy in her body suddenly left as that shocking warmth hit her face. Her legs crumpled on the stone floor, but in an instant she was grabbed and sent high into the air.

The green vines had coiled around her forelegs and lifted her up like some kind of limp, pony-shaped bag of potatoes. Oddly enough, they felt quite similar to the tendrils from before – warm and slick – yet they were much stronger and even their tips were a bit thicker.

She flew higher, towards the nearest purple flower on the ceiling until her head slipped into the center of it, right where a pink stream of air was flowing out. She gasped to try and hold her breath, but as soon as she opened her lips another slick tendril snapped out from the center of the flower. The petals squished against her head as the length slipped down the back of her throat.

A hiss came from inside the plant and then a rush of air came shooting down her throat, blowing her lungs and stomach up like a balloon. Thick, concentrated, pink mist shot out from her nose like a dragon blowing smoke. The scent in the room was sweet, but this she could taste, like pure cotton candy exploding all of her taste buds at once.

That would have been the only thing on her mind if it wasn’t for the magma-level of heat instantly flowing over her body and lighting up every nerve she had between her flanks; it hadn’t even touched down there yet! Though, she knew it would. Everything in this place was going trying to touch her down there one way or another. “Nyaaaaghh~!” Daring moaned out hard as the tendril pulled from her throat and retreated back into the flower. She panted hard, her flanks were on fire, and she could feel large drops dripping off her fillyhood.

With a sudden pull, her world started spinning around and she was fast approaching that green creature. A wet slap rang out as she landed belly first into it. She tried pulling against it with her hooves, but they wouldn’t budge… actually, they started to sink in! Her entire body was sinking! The goo pulled her hindlegs in quickly and kept going till her rump was in, then all the way to her wings and further.

Sucking in a big gulp of air for the slimy plunge, Daring was ready to last as long as she could. But the descent suddenly stopped, leaving only her muzzle sticking out and letting her gasp for more of that precious air. It was the only respite she had right now; she couldn’t move, couldn’t see, and could barely hear with the goo filling up her ears.

But she could still feel; every nerve in her loins was begging for a touch, and the all-encompassing creature was doing just that. It squeezed against her hips, pulled at her tail, and pressed tightly against the outer folds of her fillyhood before spreading them out like a flower. Thick fingers of slime teased against her inner walls, caressing the entrance like it was savouring the moment.

“O-oh… nnngh~” she let out, feeling so close to releasing that familiar tension. It felt so soon. It was obvious that this thing hadn’t even gotten started yet, but that irresistible need the flower pumped into her made it hard not to be on the edge already. She focused on those tingles tightening her belly, getting her ready to gush again.

But there was another poke down below. This felt much more solid compared to the slime covering her, and the thick tip of it touched against her spread lower lips, tracing along the shallow inside of her entrance. It made her belly jump from the slow tease, but another shock went through her as the goo sucked onto her winking button down below.

It was too much. She was too close. Her eyes squeezed tight even if the goo was already holding them shut. That knot in her unravelled, sending a euphoric wave rolling over her body in an instant. The grip on her privates and the micro-massages kept the wave rolling along, shooting electricity right from her core to every part of her. If her hooves weren’t bound, she would have been flailing around like a madmare.

A heavy gush came shooting out from below, and another, and even more after that! The pink air only made the fire in her burn hotter, making more lava than she could have even imagined squirt out. She couldn’t see it, but she could certainly feel the fiery wetness down below.

Heavy pants came out as she felt the crashing wave start to subside; that must have been a record down here. Not even a few moments with this creature and she was already on her way back to the crystal and ready to try defeating this room again.

But the tingles below didn’t stop.

The goo kept massaging her and there was no crystal in sight.

She was still here!

Reflexively her eyes tried to open wide in surprise, but they were sealed shut. The prodding vines down below on her privates were getting much more forward, centering against her tiny entrance and thrusting its thick tip in.

“A-AHHH!” she screamed out. She should have been back by now! Back at that crystal! She had already finished and now her fillyhood felt extra sensitive to those touches! Fruitlessly she squirmed as her tunnel widened from the intruder, doing little to stop its progress into the deepest part of her.

Another poke was right up against her tailhole and it didn’t leave. The tip rubbed right against the center, putting pressure against it until it sunk in. It felt so big, spreading her open to the max. She imagined somepony had just snuck up and shoved both of their hooves in, using her holes like some erotic pair of hoof warmers… at least, that’s what it felt like!

Before the one in her fillyhood even hit the end, it already started to pull back, only to thrust in again; the one in her butt soon joining its movements. Neither of them were in time with each other, going at different speeds, filling her up entirely one after the other, then at the same time, then opposite again. She could already feel that tightening in her belly once more as it moved.

She couldn’t help that her loins were aching for this touch, practically begging for more, yet her mortal body was feeling the strain on her tunnels. How much more of this she could take without breaking? But it wasn’t like she really had a choice; she was going in whatever direction this creature made her take.

“A-ahhh~! O-oh... oh... OH~!” she squealed out loudly, only imagining what it sounded like if somepony was listening to her. “OH… OHHHH-gaaakk-“ Her jaw stretched open as a vine slipped into her maw, pressing her tongue firmly against the bottom of her mouth, barely managing to fit in. The slippery goo smeared all over and coated the back of her throat as it plunged into her.

Hard breaths from her nose were all she could manage as it kept sinking down inside her, only to pull out again and slam back in. The creature was stronger; its movements felt harder than anything else in this dungeon combined. The dam exploded down below again as she was sent into another gushing fit.

“MMm-aggh~! Nnngh-aaack~!” Her voice filled with a mix of whimpering, moaning, and choking as the orgasmic rise went over and above anything she felt before. From head to hoof it was doing something: a vigorous massage in every crevice and curve of her body, the strong pressure squeezing and kneading everything from tail to teats, and the thick, unrelenting intruders pounding into her.

Her fillyhood felt tight, like it was straining to grip around the length thrusting into her, but it did little to stop the creature. Another few spurts came shooting out from her, but in this slimy pool she couldn’t even feel the difference in wetness now. She was soaked and stuck in this mix of pleasure and pain. Her nostrils flared, trying to suck in as much air as she could, but it never felt like it was enough.

And they were already working towards another finish, she could feel it, that distinct rise it was sending her up whether she wanted to or not. Was she going to be stuck like this forever? Squirming and gushing till she couldn’t anymore?

She felt the wave of pleasure crash through her again, but they kept building it up again, over and over. Her head spun and her nerves screamed out till it all blurred together. It almost felt like it was a dream and that she just needed to sleep.

Daring gasped hard when the creature pulled from her mouth.

Air!

Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and the lust-filled mist it pumped in earlier, but sucking down gulpfuls of air brought her mind back. Her eyes opened wide and… she wasn’t covered in slime anymore. Her legs were limp in the vines grasp as it pulled her into the air and-

“Nyyah~!” she yelled out, feeling the two lengths suddenly slip right out from her tunnels. The strain down below replaced with an oddly empty feeling as her muscles found some reprieve, and the strange sensation of liquid oozing out from her and dripping down to the ground.

The purple flowers looming up above were getting closer as she rose in the air. Trying to test her limbs was no use, she had no strength left to fight, and barely enough to angle her head to watch as it put her in the middle of those giant petals. They started to close as soon as she touched them, encapsulating her in yet another prison; at least she could move around if her arms had the energy to work.

The air in here was so thick with that sweet mist that she could practically feel it on her fur; her lungs tingled and sent that burning glow through her body with every breath. Small hints of light came through the pink-spotted petals; not much, but enough to at least see her own hooves… and the tendril snaking down her chest.

It curved around as soon as it reached her thighs, lining up with her folds and pressing itself in. Daring softly hissed as it spread her sensitive tunnel open once again, but the needy tingles from the air made the pleasure come through in an instant. Her hips moved into the vine on reflex; it wasn’t much, but it felt like it would take more energy to stop her hips, now they practically had a mind of their own.

It kept sliding further and further, but when it touched the end, it didn’t pull back or thrust at all. It kept pushing in deep; really deep. Daring squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the tip press against the end, until it broke through some barrier and squirmed even further inside. She could feel something opening up for the first time, straining against the vine somewhere far in her belly, and the gentle taps as the tendrils searched around almost felt like tiny kicks coming from inside her.

Her eyes opened wide. Was this where babies were? Was this the same place a tiny foal would have been if she was planning to be a mother? Faint memories with her parents in a seaside town were in her mind: a pregnant mare there letting her feel a kicking foal; small little taps under her hooves feeling eerily similar to this. She just stared at her belly, watching the little bumps as it explored her insides.

But another thing caught her eye: large lumps traveling down the vine and fast approaching. She wanted to grab on to the tendril and tug it out from her, but her hooves felt like they were bricks and barely even budged. The most she did was let out a distressed, “Nnngghhh…” as it got closer.

The bulge in the vine started to press against her fillyhood, and there were several more bumps right behind it. They almost looked like an oval… or an egg. Her eyes widened at the thought. Was this what it wanted? Putting this in her foal place to have her hatch its babies? Shifting her hips to the side was as much as she could do to struggle, but it didn’t stop her entrance from spreading open wide as the egg sunk into her.

With a mix of this air and that egg’s unique shape, it started lighting up everything down there once again. Her head swung back into the petals and pressed tightly against its soft surface. It felt almost like a smooth rock was hidden within the tendrils, keeping its form even with how hard her tunnel was clamping down upon it. Quickly, it slid down the rest of the way until it reached that second entrance, spreading it open wide, sending her hips into a wild frenzy as a new wave of sensation lit up inside her.

It left her panting hard as the egg slipped its way through and plopped out from the vine; there was a distinct weight resting inside her. “O-one…” she whispered out as she tried to catch her breath, but with another egg spreading her open and the bulges in the vine going as far up into the flower as she could see, she knew this wasn’t ending soon.

The second one was almost at the end of her tunnel before she felt one more start to slide in. “T-two,” she let out, feeling another get placed in her deepest parts. “T-three-ee~!” she squeaked, bucking her hips as the sensations became too much. She bit her lip, feeling her button below winking out and that familiar sensation rise inside her once again. The unique feeling was getting her to that edge in its own special way.

“Nnnghh… eight!” Her belly was feeling tight.

“Twelve!” How she was going to fit anymore, she had no idea. Her tummy felt so stretched, and it was starting to show, but there were three more eggs already stuffed into her tunnel and they seemed like they were going to fit one way or another. And each one built upon the sensations, getting her closer and closer to another release.

What number she was on she didn’t know anymore as she wiggled helplessly as one after another kept coming in. She felt so full, and so close, until finally her eyes rolled back into her head and everything came crashing down. With her mouth free, she squealed, moaned, and screamed as she gushed out again, shooting hot mist along the vine and the bulges still yet to enter her. “AHHHH~!” she let out with all that she had, giving a final burst.

The slow descent off the peak had her gasping for air; she could barely think anymore after all of this and had to sleep. Even as she could feel the vine starting to struggle to put more inside, her eyes started to close and she drifted off.

Daring blinked as she stood with her hoof on that bright blue gem. It took a few moments before she even could move, reaching below her to feel at her belly. It wasn’t stuff full, only the flat tummy she had always had. The air felt fresh and free of that tingly mist, and her rear… felt as new as ever…

With a heavy breath she looked at the tunnel ahead and grimaced. She was back… and she still had to go through that thing to get out. Her hooves felt heavy as they started forward; hopefully she’d get past it this time.

Daring could smell the fresh scent of air. Following the stairs up revealed actual sunlight at the end. The warmth on her fur felt amazing as she emerged from a rocky outcropping on a hill and gazed upon the trees below.

It would have been nice to say that she beat the final creature on her next try, a real good ending to her adventuring book, but that… was not the case. It took a lot more studying to get through entirely, especially after she found out it had a second phase. After what felt like eternity, she finally pulled through when that green gem shattered to pieces.

She had conquered this dungeon and, with the resets, technically got out of there unscathed; it was a win in her book. One that she could let every pony know she had won against. She smirked as she saw a village off in the distance, one that she remembered being at just before all of this. But instead of moving forward, she plopped right down on her haunches into the grass. “It was the next place Daring needed to go, but for now she could stay and rest a bit longer… uh… the end!”

Author's Note

This was an interesting story to write, and I was glad to since there is a surprising lack of filly Daring Do content. Plus, the platformer aspect was an interesting thing to explore. The inspiration came mainly from one game in particular, The Adventures of Kincaid (18+), at cookiedraggy.itch.io/kincaid (NSFW), and then some additional things from Filly Astray (SFW) by BitAssembly. These were pretty good, so I suggest you try them out too.

Anyways, please let me know if you enjoyed the story as a comment below as I would love to hear from you!