Daring Do and the Endless Wastes

"That tastes a bit odd", thought Daring, as she supped the last remaining semeny goo from the mythical chalice of Muerte Jizzenco,

"not at all like..." she stopped forcefully gulping down the questionable liquid and picked up her ears. Was that...? Rape men!

"Oh no, rape men!", cried Daring, dropping the chalice of centuries-old cum on the altar, and no doubt angering the spirits of the dead Jizzenco ponies.

In her haste to leave, and with the sounds of the rape men getting ever closer (with their hooping and yollering, and loud cries of POOOSAAAAY!) she accidentally slipped on the ghoulish mixture of semen and decay, and knocked herself out upon the stones of the altar. Her last thought as she drifted into unconsciousness was "I hope I packed condoms in my satchel", and then suddenly "oh shit, I left the satchel in the preceding antechamber, they'll never bother to look in there".

Princess AssStar turned and rubbed her hooves together.

"Who will win?" She grinned.

"My apprentice or the mercenary?"

Daring do looked back at the Princess, knowing of the difficulty she was about to encounter. She knew she would get that G-spot though.

Daring Do suddenly knew exactly what she had to do. Climbing up upon David's shoulders and straddling over his head, she stretched her massive gaping horse cunt as wide as she possibly could manage. Without hesitation, and a glint of sadistic anticipation in her eyes, she planted herself down upon David's cranium, forcing his skull deep into her expansive vaginal orifice. She farted from the sheer pain and pleasure that had resulted from the triangular shaped skull that pierced her cervix, as a muddy trail slid out of her anus and down David's backside.

"It's not legend. I know it to be true from the base of my loins to the tip of my tongue. I can feel it coming on."

Daring Do suddenly knew exactly what she had to do. Climbing up upon David's shoulders and straddling over his head, she stretched her massive gaping horse cunt as wide as she possibly could manage. Without hesitation, and a glint of sadistic anticipation in her eyes, she planted herself down upon David's cranium, forcing his skull deep into her expansive vaginal orifice. She farted from the sheer pain and pleasure that had resulted from the triangular shaped skull that pierced her cervix, as a muddy trail slid out of her anus and down David's backside.

A door zapped into space. Daring Doo stared at the door before it bust open, revealing a fully armored swat team. They produced a black drawstring bag with the words "Niggers in paris" on it and stuffed it on her head.

"I love waffles," David exclaimed,

Daring then grabbed hold of her nigger stick. That was the stick she used to beat niggers when they didn't tend to the fields proper. She had to make herself look fierce if she wanted them niggers to get any work done. Best she handle the stick as she watched them, just to make sure they didn't go off eating from the watermelon patch.

Reclining in her rocking chair on the porch of her grand estate, she surveyed the slaves as they worked for her harvest.

"Mmmm..." Daring said, as she stroked her beard with a hoof, "It's good to have land."

But then waffles rained from the sky and Daring was sad.

As the shafts of morning's early rays pierced the ruined, cavernous overlook of Muerte Jizzenco temple, Daring awoke.

"What's this..." Daring begain, but stopped as she suddenly realized. "Oh, it's just some semen. And a used condom."

She brushed the condom off her shoulder, and with a hoof collected the semen and, smiling at the rape men's intuition when it "comes" to condoms, licked it. She swallowed, a big GULP! as the starchy concoction from the previous night's hedonistic orgy shot down her pink throat. "Breakfast", she joked.

She stood up and surveyed the surrounding area, cum shlipping out of her gaping vagina as she did. It hit the ground with a sickening "PER-LOP". Several rape men were passed out sleeping, one on the altar, and more sitting on the temple steps. Drool and a happy expression were on their faces, and the sound of snoozing filled the air.

Her anus expanded and contracted as she walked, the pain from last night's nonstop sex-crazed teenage-hormone-tier ass-pounding not quite subsiding. It also shat out a bit of semen, because that's what assholes DO after a rough bit of anal. Her face plastered with dried cum, she approached the altar.

She collected the chalice off the floor, the last few drops of the legendary Muerte Cumica sitting in the recess.

"I'm in luck," she said, and tipped the remainder into her mouth.

"I have the last legacy of the Jizzenco inside me, and now I can approach the city of Broken Quims."