Daring Do and the Endless Wastes

The journey back to base camp was an uneventful one; the path she had cut through the jungle to the temple of Muerte Jizzenco remained the same. She needed a good fucking though, as today was the beginning of her "time of the month", the estrus cycle already pleading with her mortal desires.

"Fuck this," she thought, "I want this bullshit to end."

So she rifled through her all-purpose adventurer satchel, found her phone, and rang her fuckbuddy.

"Hello?" came a timid voice on the other end. "Daring is that you?"

Daring sighed. "Yes Damian, it's me, your tulpa."

She held the phone away from her ear as the screeching sounds of joy made her grimace. "Listen Damy, I need a favour."

"Sure THING GOSH!", Damian began as he paused to suck on his inhaler, "ANYTHING for you my darling beautiful faithful pony. That's why I made you, so I can treat you nice and have a FRIEND of my very own! To love and be kind to, and tolerate."

"Sure kid, that's nice and all. Listen I need a good seeing to." Daring bit her lip. "I want you to fuck my ass." Daring had a recent penchant for ass fucking.

Damian took a sharp intake of breath. "B-but Daring, I made a solemn promise to people I've never met NOT to take advantage of you! You're a life, I made you, you're a living.. feeling thing that exists only in my mind!"

"Yes," said Daring, "and I want you to fuck my ass, hard."

Before she knew it, she was in the toilet where Damian had been shitting, phone in hand, and being ploughed.

"Meowth! That's right!" whickered Celestia, who then tried to open his zipper with her amazingly dextrous lips, intent on airing out some gross sexual frustrations of her own.

Daring, of course, would not pass up a chance for lovemaking. The yellow pegasus flew up to the sky and positioned her dripping marehood over Celestia's immaculate horn.