Daring sat on her haunches, the shakes not nearly as intense as those after the gas trap or the pressure plate in the corridor.

Maybe she was getting better at this adventuring stuff.

"Wow... I was really... that wasn't smart." She took a deep breath. "I nearly got us killed." Daring swallowed hard, fighting down the sour acid that threatened to evacuate her guts in an embarrassing mess.

Caballeron bucked another one of the empty bookshelves into kindling and added the pieces to the fire.

Perhaps the room had been a library. Domed, about ten pony-lengths in diameter, it had a tall chimney cutting vertically through the stone of the hills to the starry night sky, far above. Usually Daring would have been poring over the ancient tomes and scrolls, but instead, she just hugged herself. "If lava had hit my feathers, I wouldn't have been able to fly, and running across the grotto, I would have hit a pressure plate for sure—"

With the fire now well stoked, Caballeron sat down next to her and placed a foreleg over her shoulders. Daring stiffened, but when the warmth of his body melted into her, against the subterranean chill of the temple's depths, she found herself leaning into him.

"Shhhhhh," he whispered and put his other hoof to her lips. "Shhhhhh. The first time I found myself in a situation with traps, running afoul of the ancients' spite? After I was safe, I shook even worse than you are now shaking, and I vomited. You have done well, Daring Do. You are younger than I was, too."

Daring buried her face into his chest. "I—we—I almost died. What would have happened to my parents? I'm an only foal..."

"This is the risk we take, Daring Do, if we wish to play this game." He gestured at the artifact, wrapped up in a blanket near his lantern and the campfire.

She nodded, face still buried into him. The fire crackled, driving back the chill of the room, and slowly her shakes ended.

"What..." Daring said, sitting up and looking at the wrapped shape, "what is that thing, anyway? Some sort of rod or scepter?"

Caballeron stared at her, one eyebrow raised.

"....what?" Daring asked.

"Your research did not tell you how the kirin harvested their greatest magic?"

"No."

"What," Caballeron asked, "is the name of this temple?"

"The Temple of the Fire Maidens," Daring replied instantly.

"Maidens," Caballeron said. "From puberty until their thirtieth birthday, they were sequestered here, studying their magic and building their power."

"Yes, I knew that."

"So, then, what did they do with their power?"

"I... I don't know."

Caballeron smiled and leaned in close, his nose less than an inch from hers. "They gave up their maidenhood on the altar, releasing twenty years of stored up... magic... to be harvested into artifacts and devices."

Daring looked at the wrapped-up rod, its size and shape and rounded tip suddenly clicking into place. Her uninjured ear vibrated. "It's a giant diamond dildo?"

"Uncouth, but accurate. Their high priestess took the maiden's, ahem, maidenhood with the Rod as the maiden summoned her magic for storage. Then the no-longer-maiden returned to the kirin's society and married an upper-class twit and made foals."

"It's a dildo," Daring repeated. "How do I tell my parents and my Uncle that my first actual artifact was a dildo?"

"I could teach you to say the sentence in Espoñol."

"Wait... I had it down my throat!" Daring's mouth opened wide and she stuck out her tongue, scraping across her tastebuds with her outermost pinions of both wings.

With a laugh, Caballeron drew his foreleg back and scooted about two hoofs away from her.

Daring stood, walked across the chamber, and took a long drink from one of their canteens. She sat down at the fire, opposite Caballeron.

Caballeron then took a long swig from the same canteen, emptying it, and then put it back into his bag. "Get some sleep, Daring Do. We will need to be alert in the morning, to find our way back out to fresh air and sunlight. We can expect the rattling from the lava trap to have shifted the traps we ingressed past."

"Yeah," Daring said.

"The old... ingress and egress," Caballeron said, staring into her eyes. "Ingress and egress, that's what we do, you and I, isn't it? Ingress and egress, infiltration and exfiltration, in and out... these ruins. Always with a climax at the deepest point, it seems."

She nodded and scooted about thirty hooves away. Daring rolled onto her right side, her back facing Caballeron and the fire, letting it warm her wings but far enough away there wasn't any danger of setting her feathers alight. Pegasi were taught from kindergarten to fear and respect fire. "Good night," Daring said.

"Good night, Daring Do," he said from his piece of floor, close to the fire. Caballeron blew out his lantern and then the chamber was lit only by the fire's coals.

Daring stared at the wall, the dim red illumination reminding her of the lava that had nearly killed her. Her mind rocketed from thought to thought, the day's events swirling together—

Her flared wings in triumph, stupidly initiating the lava trap—

The wonderful joy of flying through the tripwires and stalactites—

Caballeron dragging her from the poison gas trap—

Caballeron's pendulous balls, right in front of her nose as they walked single-file—

A pressure plate clicking under her hoof—

Caballeron, tackling her and protecting her from the fireball, his cock accidentally touching her virginity—

Stitches in her ear, no anesthetic—

A long day. A terrible day. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this adventuring stuff after all. Maybe she should change her planned major from archaeology to mechanical engineering. She was good at math, after all. The scholarship wouldn't transfer to the College of Engineering, but she could try to join the sky slalom team as a walk-on and get an athletic scholarship, or maybe the Guard Reserve Officers Training Corps, or, or... or, just ask great-grandpa for the money. It wasn't like he ever told any of his grandfoals 'no,' and unlike so many of her other relatives on her dad's side, Gray-Gramps didn't mind that Daring was his only non-unicorn descendant, or that Daring had been born rather less than eleven months after her parents' wedding. He was, frankly, the best great-grandpa a filly could ask for. Or mare. Daring needed to stop thinking of herself as a filly. She was starting college in a few months.

Caballeron started snoring, very lightly, on the far side of the fire.

Sleep, sleep, need to sleep. Her eyes were crusty and her ears drooped with exhaustion. Daring closed her eyes, tucked her right elbow under her head as a substitute pillow, relaxed her wings, and took long slow breaths...

...she couldn't sleep. And she knew why. Damnit.

She would have to do it, wouldn't she? The habit was too ingrained. She'd never been on a date, hadn't kissed a filly or colt in school in several years, because she was too busy, spending every waking moment in the Horsekins University Library in downtown Baltimare, or else off in the woods or swamps, exercising, traipsing through mud, and tuning her skills for what she knew her life's calling would be. (Or had known, before this round of second thoughts.)

But her chaste life, so far, didn't mean she didn't have the hormones normal for her age. Didn't mean she didn't want several of her classmates at school. Didn't mean she didn't have... desires.

She always rubbed off after going to bed. Always. The release, after the stress of the day at school or in the woods, always put her out like a snuffed candle. When was the last time she tried to sleep without first rubbing one out? Six years ago? Seven? Yeah, seven.

And Caballeron did tell the truth: they would need to be sharp and well rested to get out of the temple alive tomorrow.

He snored again.

Daring, still lying on her right flank, slowly lifted her left leg, opening up her hips, and planted her left hoof on the ground, in front of her right knee, to lever her hips open. The cold subterranean air hit her marehood, chilling the dampness. Goodness, she was already wet. She flagged her tail slightly, lifting it away from herself. The long gray hairs of her tail's skirt pulled away from where they stuck to the wetness. Her left forehoof reached down.

She could smell herself, a combination of stale excitement from earlier—being so close to the muscular stallion had kept a low-level pilot light under her tail all day—and her own sweat.

What she really, really wanted was a shower, but in a life of adventuring, she was bound to smell worse than this plenty of times to come.

Reaching her left wing down, she stroked the tip of her longest primary feather across the bottom of her labia. Warmth flowed through her as it brushed up her slit and then a shock blasted deep into her belly when the feather lightly teased her clit.

With short motions, up-and-down, she played that feather across her clit. The nub grew firm and poked from its hood. The shocks of pleasure turned into a continuous crackle and the fluffy fuzz around her pussy grew warm as her new flows soaked into it. Turning her head, she bit hard on the inside of her right foreleg to muffle any noises. Her tail lifted, brushing her back as it instinctively got itself out of the way of the stallion her animal instincts expected.

Sorry ladies, she thought to her nethers, it's just us again tonight. Maybe we'll meet a nice mare or stallion someday after we retire... I'll buy us a dildo tomorrow at that sex shop near the beach house, I promise, but not as big as that giant diamond monstrosity...

Her wing moved away from her treasure and she touched the wet pinion to her nose, breathing in the thick scent of her own pleasure.

Sniffing herself helped build some more steam pressure in her boiler and the dream from that morning—her muzzle under another mare's tail—came back to her. Her mouth watered with the memory of that imagined taste, slick and honey-sweet and thickened with a stallion's seed. Daring then forced her thoughts to the poster, hanging in her bedroom, of her new favorite singer, Songbird Serenade, with her tail raised and her wings flared and her bottom in the tight, tight spandex shorts filling the middle of the poster, and Daring imagined she was smelling Songbird's snatch instead of simply her own.

Her tongue reached out and sampled a drop of her own flow, her imagination telling her it was the singer's.

Powerful abdominal muscles—toned by years of continuous hiking, flying, traipsing, and crawling—clenched. Her channel ached and a the soft thwap-thwap-thwap of her tail slapping the stone floor sounded through the cavern.

She touched her left hoof to her clit and her entire body spasmed. Her tail whipped against stone and her wings flapped, out of time, feathers rustling. Her left rear hoof, planted against the floor, slid an inch with a soft scraping sound. Fire filled her her her pussy and ran up her spine. Her abdomen contracted and the muscles around her uterus clenched. Her teats were particularly tiny, even compared to other mares her own age, but her nipples hardened painfully in the rush of blood and sensations. Teeth clamped down on the skin of her foreleg, painful and sure to leave a self-hickey, as she fought not to scream in pleasure.

Celestia, she was hot! Daring hadn't realized she was that turned on. Why was she so—

No, don't think about Caballeron. He's a business partner and a mentor, but not a... don't. Just, don't. Think about Songbird. Or someone from school. Rose Garden, perhaps, and her long, wispy tail... Daring imagined putting her nose under her tail, stopping to 'smell the roses.' Or Goldenrod and Daring gasped as she thought about his... rod. Goldenrod getting on top of Daring as she sucked one of his loads out of Minor Scale, feeling the slickness of Minor's pussy juice on Golden's cock as he took Daring's virginity...

Her tail raised a little more, making room for a stallion. Stop! Stop that! Think about Rose Garden or Minor Scale or Songbird. Tonight, just tonight, don't think about stallions. As her left hoof bore down on her clit, driving even more deeply into the depths of her own fire... she imagined rolling onto her belly and Caballeron's thickly muscled weight on her back, smashing her flat onto the hard stone. Daring whined deep in her throat and a massive gush of pussy juice flowed out of her, soaking her thighs and her tail, and she rubbed harder, smearing the juices across her clit and her nipples and sniffing deep and imaging the smell was—

"Daring Do?"

She froze, heart pounding and breath ragged, her hoof mid-rub on her clit.

Her pussy squirted again, this time with enough force the liquid splashed loudly against the stones of the floor just past her bottom.

"Daring Do, you could borrow the Rod."

"What?"

"It's diamond, we shall wash it off before we sell it."

"To a museum?"

"Sell it, yes."

"Why would I need the Rod?"

"Because you're masturbating."

A pause. "Am not."

"Then what smell is it that woke me?"

Daring felt a flush, as red and as hot as the embers of the fire, cross her cheeks. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"Don't be, masturbation is healthy."

She said nothing.

"Do you wish to use the rod?"

"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Daring asked.

"It's not as if you're a virgin. That would cause magical concerns."

Daring bit her tongue and hunched her back.

"Really?" Caballeron said. "So the stereotypes about rich teenagers and their elite preparatory school are not accurate."

Unable to hold back any longer, Daring's hoof began a slow circle around her clit again. Pussy juices squelched in the fluff on her pubis.

"I don't suppose you would like something better than masturbation?" Caballeron asked.

She gasped and bit down on her foreleg again. Her pussy squirted, but not as violently this time, the hot flow sluicing down her labia and soaking her asshole and her dock. "No," she squeaked. "Do you—do you mind if I finish and then get some sleep?"

He chuckled. "You leave me marinating in your stew and then fall asleep? That is an interesting decision, Daring Do."

She fought against it, but her head turned and her back twisted. She looked over her shoulder, past the fire, and saw him. He laid flat on his back, a forehoof rubbing his shaft, erect and huge and throbbing and his balls hung low over his dock, throbbing in time with his cock.

He smiled at her as they made eye contact. "Surely you don't mind if I relieve the pressure you're responsible for, then, do you?" His hoof moved down and shifted his balls around. Oh, oh dear Celestia, his balls were huge. And his... his... his penis was tremendous. It's not like the other students in school ever wore pants, and the colts got random hardons all the time, and she spent every summer up at Great-Grandpa's mountain retreat around the swimming pool with all her innumerable cousins, so she had a pretty comprehensive mental database of penises and that... that... that one was big.

Her forehoof rubbed desperately against her clit as she stared, eyes wide, at his underside. Her tail rose a little more and she realized that, the way the angles worked, he was staring at her ass. Specifically, her asshole.

"Come now, Daring Do. Do you mind if I...?"

His forehoof rubbed his balls again and his other played up and down his shaft.

Daring swallowed, her ears tucking close to her head. Her channel clenched and her abdominal muscles, as hard as armored plates, strained against the pressure rising from her groin.

"I... I... would..." she rolled onto her belly, lowering her chin to the floor and spreading her forelegs wide in front of her. Of its own volition—for she was surely not doing this consciously—her rump rose high and her tail moved itself to the left, getting out of the way of her pussy.

She remembered sex education class in eighth grade, when Mrs. Cumulus took her, as the lone pegasus filly, into private to talk to her without inhibitions: Protect your wings.

Her wings flared forward, past her head, making room for his forelegs.

"I have an idea," Daring said, not sure why she was talking when her brain was blank and her head spinning like after getting caught in a tornado and tossed across the landscape.

She looked forward, away from him and clenched her eyes. His coat rustled as he flipped up to his hooves and then he clop-clop-clopped across the stones to her, hooves ringing on stone.

Clop, clop, clop, he approached. She squeezed her eyes tighter.

Warm breath played across the long hairs of her tail, then across her dock, then over her asshole and labia, tickling her downy fuzz and cooling the soaking juices of her flow. "Daring Do," Caballeron said, his breath hot on her clitoris, "are you offering to let me relieve my pressure?"

She nodded her head. "Y—yes."

He stomped one hoof, loud against the stone. "An excellent capstone to an exciting day. I accept your offer."

Daring folded her forelegs together on the stone floor, elbows wide to balance herself, and lowered her chin to rest on her fetlocks.

"Ya know," Daring said, with a hint of a desperate chuckle, "I thought I was going to be the only one in my senior class still a virgin after this week."

"Indeed?" He touched his tongue, very lightly, to her clit. Daring gasped.

"Y—yeah. The others, my friends, at Maretle Beach this week, are probably having a drunken orgy by now. My cousin's there, she's been having sex since eigth or ninth grade. I could be there with them, but... the Temple called."

Caballeron's lips brushed the fuzz on her pubic mound.

"Don't—don't do that, I need a shower," Daring whispered. "I stink."

"You know what they say, Daring Do."

She wiggled her rump and flicked her tail farther left, completely out of his way. Her wings burned with tension and she let them relax to the floor. "'They' say lots of things."

"Virgins, they say"—his tongue poked against her clit again and her thigh and abdominal muscles tensed in pleasured shock—"are like hard-boiled eggs: easy to eat, but take some effort to crack." His lips clamped around her clit and he sucked.

Daring's eyes popped wide and her mouth opened in a silent scream. His strong jaw worked, lips brushing her labia as his tongue circled her clit counter-clockwise. She beat the floor with her wings and her tail thwacked the side of his head. Lightning shot up her spine and thunder rumbled in her skull. She thought her pussy had been juicy already, but the flows that poured over his face and down her labia were now even more copious. Drips pattered against the stone floor and the only other sound was his wet sucking against her pleasure and her own ragged breathing.

As her tail thwacked his head again, she realized: I'm wagging like an excited puppy. She buried her face into her forehooves to hide the blush that erupted across her cheeks.

Her rear legs shook and her head spun as the sensations doubled and tripled and her eyes clenched again. Her flows wet her pubic fluff and soaked down into her belly fur. His sucking turned desperate and his tongue slid up, into her channel, and sounds like a starving cat with a bowl of milk came from under her tail.

Her pussy burned like lava and she bit down on her tongue as pleasure built. Every muscle below her wings throbbed in time with his sucking. She knew it was going to hurt when he finally mounted her, but she didn't care. She wanted this. Daring was a mare, an adult, and this was her first solo adventure, her first adventure with a partner who wasn't a blood relative—it was only fitting she should take him as her first lover, right? What could plant her flag more firmly in her marehood?

And, she thought with a smile, she was about to really get something planted in her marehood. She could feel the fresh scar of the birth control implant, in her left armpit, rubbing against the stone. She would have to apologize to Minor Scale later: she had been planning to fuck him the whole time, hadn't she? Minor had seen that before Daring had.

"Do me," she commanded.

He pushed his tongue deeper and her whole body clenched, her pussy clenching involuntarily down around him. He said, "You taste as sweet as sopapillas in honey, Daring Do," his breath cooling the flames between her pussylips.

"You're just saying that."

Caballeron moved around her right side, took a step, and leaned down, his flank brushing hers, his head next to her head. A mixture of smells swirled around her and she breathed in, deeply sampling them. His sweat and her own, but even more, the smell of her juices coating his face.

Opening her eyes and turning her head, she kissed him, lightly. First kiss, she thought. Not quite what the story books tell you to expect!

He pressed his lips firmly into hers and their tongues met. Daring's ears quivered as she tasted her own flows, sweet and thick, like spiced honey, on him. She extended her tongue, licking his lips and his cheeks, sloppily getting every drop of her own juices off him.

"Wow, I do taste good."

With a stretch of his neck, he nibbled on her right ear. Her eyes clenched and a chill ran down her back, making her hackles stand up and her feathers poof out. She giggled—giggled, dammit!—as his teeth hit a ticklish spot on the inside of her ear.

Her left ear flexed in sympathy and a stitch popped. She felt a dribble of blood but just ignored it. That was a later problem.

"Cab—Caballeron?"

He bit hard on her uninjured ear, sending another chill down her spine, and then asked, "Yes, Daring Do?"

"Fuck me. Cum inside me. Now."

"As you command, Daring Do."

He scooted backwards and Daring clenched her eyes again, settling her chin onto her crossed forelegs. Breathe, deep breaths, don't forget to breathe. This will hurt but it'll also be great... He was huge and she was a virgin.

"I've gotta fly back, remember," Daring whispered. "Please watch the wings."

"You think I've never made love to a pegasus before, Daring Do?" he said with a chuckle.

Oh... well, obviously he wasn't a virgin. She should have thought about that, huh?

The air burst from Daring's lungs as he mounted her, his heavily muscled earth stallion weight suddenly on her back. Her hind legs strained, muscles tensing to hold the weight of his torso, and her chest ground into the stone of the temple's floor.

She took a deep breath and his forelegs rubbed against her ribs, just behind her wings.

"Ready, Daring Do?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

Deep breath in. Breathe out. Deep breath in. The fire's smoke tickled her nose and their mixed sweat provided earthy undertones. Her own love juices, smeared onto her snout by his kissing, gave a flowery bouquet. The coals crackled and Caballeron breathed deeply. Daring's tongue poked out and licked her nose, getting another taste of herself, and—

His tip pressed against her opening. Her breath caught, deep in her chest, and she forced herself to exhale. Oh, oh that felt... felt... it wasn't like earlier, when he tackled her to protect her from the fireball and accidentally poked his cock into her. That had been awkward, uncomfortable, awful.

This was... this was perfect. Her wetness dripped down, across her clit onto the floor as his tip brushed the insides of her pussylips and the opening of her channel.

Pressure built as he shifted his weight. No sharp pain, thank Celestia, but she felt her virginal opening stretching as he pressed forward. Something like a deep ache, but also so much more...

Strong legs rubbed her flanks, from the bases of her wings down to her cutie marks and back up. "Just relax," Caballeron said. "I know that is, perhaps, easier said than done, but try."

Eyes still clenched, she gave a tiny nod. The entire bottom half of her body burned, like having been dipping in the lava from earlier, and his strong legs left tingly-jangly tracks of gooseflesh along her ribs as he rubbed up and down.

His legs shifted to the soft flesh below her ribs and above her hip bones and squeezed.

"Ohhhh..." Daring gasped.

He pushed in, deep but not all the way, a sudden and brutal thrust, timed with a squeeze of those powerful forelegs.

Daring's eyes popped open. That felt... that felt good. He stretched her out, for sure, but she didn't feel the pain she expected.

"Good, Daring Do?"

"Yes! It doesn't hurt at all."

Closing her eyes again, she just luxuriated in the sensations. She licked her own lips, tasting her residues from his kiss, and her pussy dripped, the hot flows soaking her rump's fur and sliding over her clit and splattering on the floor like a drippy faucet and she breathed, pulling in the scent of her own excitement and she tried one set of muscles, then another, then a third, and that third set of muscles clamped down on his—

"¡Dios mio!" Caballeron shouted. "I did not expect such a sensation from a mare so new to the ways of love."

She looked back, over her withers, and stared into his eyes, then clenched her pussy down on his cock again. "I read lots of smutty romance. I mean, I read lots of everything, but I like smutty romance."

"Let us see what else you might know." His hips shifted forward and he hilted, his balls slamming into her clit.

She gasped and her wings flared straight up. She felt—she felt so full. Every muscle in her body clenched and her tail, tucked far to her left to make room, thwap-thwap-thwapped his flank. He rubbed her sides, massaging the hard muscles. Her abdominals burned, clench tight as if to take a kick to the solar plexus and she couldn't relax them, her breathing sharp and shallow. Nipples, soaked with her flows, throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

He pulled back, slowly sliding his cock from her, inch after inch receding, and a forlorn sadness filled her as that wonderful fullness retreated, feeling like a piece of her soul was being pulled away from her—

"You," Caballeron said, "are very, very wet. You shall have to drink a whole canteen when we finish, lest dehydration carry you away."

"Good?"

"Wonderful. You've slicked my cock most expertly." Caballeron slammed himself forward, his hips battering into hers, and Daring screamed.

The sudden assault hurt, slightly, but the sensation as his massive rod refilled and re-stretched her tightness and was unlike anything she'd felt before. Her entire body lit up, hair sticking straight up from her rump to her forehead, wings beating the floor. Pressure built in her belly, unlike anything she quite recognized, and he stroked out and back in again. She squirted, a massive gush of pussy juices squelching and she gasped, eyes wide and ears erect, ignoring the pain and dribbling blood from the popped stitches in her left ear.

Stroking again and again, a quick rhythm of deep thrusts, his powerful hips slamming forward as his muscular forelegs squeezed just above her hips, pulling her back onto his implaning thrusts.

She saw stars with every thrust as his thick cock split her fresh pussy wide, the huge head of his cock bulldozing her velvety walls open. Every third or fourth thrust he got that extra fraction of an inch and bumped her cervix, a tiny bolt of pain from the collision mixed with the pleasure and all swirling together, her head going light, her pussy now a continuous squelching wet mess as her juices flowed.

"Good," Daring whispered, "so good..."

That's when it occurred to Daring: she was just there, letting him rail her. She wasn't really doing anything.

She let him thrust twice more, judging his rhythm, and then used her forelegs, planted solidly on the floor, to push off and she slammed her hips backwards in time with his thrust forward. A wet smack echoed across the cavern as his hips slapped into her sopping-wet rump.

Stars lit her vision. He'd clobbered her insides, the deepest thrust yet, but the combination of pleasure and pain made her dizzy. She shook her head, clearing the stars, and just luxuriated in how his massive cock filled her.

Caballeron paused for a moment. Then, "You learn fast."

"I told you—lots of smutty novels."

"Do your parents know what you read?"

"Don't mention my parents while we fuck." She pulled her hips forward, off his cock, and gave a little moan as the pressure against her cervix relented and then the fullness in her channel retreated, leaving a deep emptiness that she... wanted... to... fill.

Together, in perfect time, they slammed their hips together, she going backwards as he went forwards, and the wet smack filled the cavern again.

Then again.

And again.

Deep inside her belly, the fullness doubled and redoubled as the head of his cock flared, expanding as his excitement burgeoned and her vision seemed to go dim as the sensations battered her mind. Her nipples hardened painfully and she wished for a free hoof to rub them with.

Daring raised her head and howled as tension deep her own belly released, her pussy clenching and relaxing, her wings stiffening and stretching out horizontally.

Her rear legs went weak and collapsed. Caballeron fell down on top of her with a gasp of surprise, mashing her hindquarters flat to the stone, the cold of the floor meeting the heat of her belly. Her nipples spasmed as the cold stone hit them.

His forehooves landed in front of her wings, to either side of her head.

Pounding, not missing a beat despite the new angle, Caballeron grunted in her ear and made a last thrust, deeper than any before, his cock and the massive flare of its head smashing painfully into the bottom of her womb and he ground his hips up and down against her rump, his cock growing even larger and pulsing inside her, his balls rubbing her clit as they clenched. New squelching noises replaced the wet smacks as he pressed forward.

He thrust one last time and the squelching noise was even more pronounced.

"Ahhhh," Cabelleron said and bit her right ear. "So nice, Daring Do. I suspect we can both sleep, now."

Daring opened her eyes and stared forward at the wall lit by the glowing coals.

He pushed up and withdrew from her. A splort came from under her tail and hot stickiness flowed across her clit, soaking the fluff of her pubic mound. Caballeron flopped bonelessly down, between Daring and the fire.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw him on his back, eyes already closed. His cock—still huge but softening noticeably—was glazed with Daring's pussy juices and dripping a thin stream of his white thick seed from his tip.

Daring thought about her smutty romance novels. She scooted towards him, opening a wing to hug him with, so that they could sleep the night in each other's embrace, warming each other against the chill of the cavern.

Eyes closed, he rolled away from her.

Daring blinked and slowly pulled her wing back in. She stood and twisted her body to look under her tail. Every single hair of her coat from her cutie marks to her knees was soaked with her juices or her sweat and a wad of cum slid out from between her labia and plopped to the floor.

Moving a few hooves away, she laid back down, curling into a ball and closing her eyes.

Her body still burned, her entire lower half twitching and spasming as the muscles came down from the orgasms, her body unsure what had happened and wanting more. The smell of their lovemaking—is that what it had been, or had it been animal rutting, just fucking?—filled the small room. The scent of her own arousal, familiar from years of nightly masturbation, was different, this time, stronger, and the smell of a stallion's seed—which she now recognized—new to her.

The feeling of his seed flowing viscously from deep inside her, over her vulva, was also something new.

Thank Celestia for birth control spells, she thought. Did you really let him cum inside you?

More slick cum dribbled across her urethra and clitoris.

Yes, you did.

Caballeron was snoring.

Daring slipped down the corridor fifty paces, peed onto the stone floor, and then returned to curl up several paces from the fire. She closed her eyes and let herself drift off the sleep, remembering how wonderful the rutting had felt in the moment, and letting the worries about the wisdom of the whole situation wait for morning's light. She rolled onto her side and, with the sensation of another wad of thick cum sliding out of her and stickily into the fuzz of her inner thighs, she, too, fell asleep.

Author's Note

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