The Temple's True Treasure
It was supposed to be a standard mission for Daring Do. Get in, stop the bad guy, save the relic, get out. She had done it time and time again, continuously succeeding her tasks with little trouble, bar the occasional need for a helping hoof from a pony like Rainbow Dash. By now, it should have become second nature, especially when dealing with Dr. Caballeron. He was always so simple, so easy, and ever so persistently ignorant to her methods and means. She assumed he’d never catch on or figure her strategies out, but alas, it seemed today was finally the tonal shift in their dynamic he likely had been dreaming of.
Things had gone smoothly initially. Daring Do had easily outwitted Caballeron's lackeys, delivered her trademark smug remarks, and was well on her way to making her escape from that dreaded chamber with yet another adventure under her belt, as well as new material for her upcoming book. However, Caballeron had a different agenda in mind. Just as she reached the exit, it became evident that a trap lay in wait, one she didn't expect. Before she could react, a solid brick slab struck her square in the face, hurtling her into the depths of unconsciousness.
Daring Do's ears rang, a painful thump resonated in her head, and her vision blurred as she struggled to adapt to the light. She felt a rough, sandy texture on her back, her wings restrained under her body and pinned to the surface under her. A cold, metallic sensation wrapped itself around her forelegs, holding her down by her ankles. Lower, and far more concerningly, she felt the same metallic sensation around her thighs, her plump legs spread apart and powerless to budge. Her shirt was tucked up a portion, exposing her belly and the entirety of her perky tits.
Grumbling with frustration, the world around her swirling in confusion, Daring Do began to gradually regain her senses. Fluttering her eyes open, she could see a crack in the ceiling that allowed Celestia’s sun to shine down on her, almost like it was putting a spotlight onto her. Blinking slowly, her eyesight adjusting gradually, she turned her head to the side, spotting the golden braces holding her hooves down. Instantly, a wave of worry washed over her, and she snapped to full attention, struggling against her bonds. However, the restraints and the surface beneath her remained unyielding, defying her futile attempts to break free.
Her concerns that had ruminated in her mind from before began to surface, as she became fully aware of the feeling on her thighs. Glancing downward, she spotted two similar golden bands pinning her legs down, tightly constricting her plump thighs and leaving her legs spread wide open. A deep blush colored her muzzle as she realized the compromising position she was in, and the crimson hue only deepened as she took in the exposure of her bosoms. Gritting her teeth and pushing aside her embarrassment for a moment, Daring Do strained against her restraints, but her efforts proved futile. The only result was the sharp gasps of exertion that escaped her lips, leaving her panting from exhaustion.
“Well, well,” a voice called out from a distance, immediately gaining Daring’s attention. “It seems my little nemesis has finally come to!”
Daring recognized that voice all too well, having endured monologues without end from it. “Caballeron,” she seethed, her worries giving way to anger. “What's your game?! Let me go or you’ll regret it!”
Stepping out of the shadows, Caballeron simply chuckled. “Oh please, I’ve heard this from you countless times before. But now it seems you truly are in quite the pinch, aren’t you?”
Grinding her teeth together, Daring watched as he trailed his eyes over her, pausing especially when he gazed at her nethers. “Hey!” she scolded, the shade of red returning to her cheeks. “C-cut it out, you perv!” She writhed against her chains, her urgency renewed upon noticing his peering gaze. “I swear, once I’m - nngh - out of this, you’re in big trouble!”
“Bold words for a mare spreading her legs for her ‘nemesis’,” Caballeron teased, trotting towards her. “I don’t think you’ll be escaping this predicament. I’ve dealt with you enough times to know what does and doesn’t work.”
Daring scrunched her muzzle as Caballeron’s admittedly handsome visage came into view. “Tch! This the only way to get a mare to do this for you?” She spat at him, watching as he simply tilted his head to dodge. “I knew you were sad, but this is a new low!”
It seemed her remark struck a chord in Caballeron, as his smirk wavered. She knew full well that he had a weakness to her smug nature, often losing his cool and surrendering to his ire whenever she prodded him just right. Even in her compromising position, with essentially all the momentum in his favor, Daring knew a way to at least establish some ground between her and the villain.
“What’s wrong? Hit a bit too close to home?” she taunted, raising a brow at him. “C’mon, buddy, I’m sure if you tried hard enough you’d find a mare desperate enough to show herself off to you!”
Caballeron gnawed his lip, anger boiling within him. “Even when you’ve utterly lost, you still intend to pester me.” He took a deep breath, composing himself. “No matter, the plan I have for you will make sure any insults you have in mind for me will soon be morphed to undying praise.”
The claim Caballeron made should have earned a laugh of disbelief from Daring Do. After all, the absurd thought of her ever saying anything good about a stallion as inept, obnoxious, and annoying as him was nothing but fantasy, but there was something in his voice that made Daring’s depths churn. He had an unfamiliar suave in his voice, carrying an undertone of confidence that usually disappeared after she started her games with him. Still, she had something to work with, and she couldn’t let a superstitious variable allow her to falter entirely.
Daring couldn't help but notice the way Caballeron's eyes continued to linger on her, a peculiar mix of desire and determination in his gaze. She wasn't oblivious to the tension that seemed to crackle in the air, despite her predicament.
In response, she arched a daring eyebrow, her voice taking on a sultrier tone. "Is this your idea of seduction, Caballeron? You could have just asked for a date instead of kidnapping me, you know."
Caballeron's expression wavered again, this time between frustration and an odd kind of fascination. He leaned in closer, his breath grazing her ear as he whispered, "Perhaps I enjoy the thrill of the chase itself. Besides, I thought this was your idea of a daring rendezvous.” He adorned a smile that carried undertones of lust and malice. “Your typical teasing is as obnoxious as usual, but in the position you’re in it certainly carries more weight~”
His retort chipped at Daring’s facade, earning a brief break in her smug demeanor. She typically pulled the flirting card against him and Ahuizotl, but she had never done so from such a vulnerable position. Being tied up and bound was one thing, inherently teasing, but now, with her body exposed and spread before him against her will, the intimacy of the situation took an unexpected turn. Taking a deep breath, doing her utmost to forget the literal position she was in and refocus on the dynamic itself, she reforged her facade and continued to press the stallion.
Daring Do raised an eyebrow, her voice still laced with a hint of teasing as she spoke, "So, what's the plan now? Are you going to mock me, or maybe have your goons torture me? You seem quite distracted."
Caballeron pried his eyes off her nethers, scoffing. “You still see this as a game, don’t you?” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You flirt, tease, and taunt like it’s second nature, but you have never dared to think what may happen if somepony decided to act on it all, have you?” He licked his lips, staring daggers straight into her eyes. “Your body is a treasure of its own. Quite the shame it's never been properly claimed.”
His final statement made Daring’s heart skip a beat, a mixture of fear and unexpected allure swirling within her chest. No matter how many times she taunted him, flirting with him in ways that seemed unsightly of her character, she never truly meant it—nor did she ever expect them to reciprocate or outright act on said flirting. Though hearing Caballeron outright note her body, and then make such bold claims regarding it, sent a chill up Daring’s spine. It was one thing to have him look at her in such a way, it was another for her to falsely flirt back at him, but him speaking of claiming her was something straight out of left field.
“I…w-what?” she stammered, tossing aside her act for a moment.
Raising a brow, Caballeron chuckled. “What happened to that little charade of yours? I’m just telling you the honest truth. You’ve pestered me for years, flaunting that delicious body of yours off time and time again, so now, I think I’ll finally claim you as mine.”
Daring grit her teeth, her anger beginning to boil. She was the one to play this game, to have the upper hoof, and to mock him and degrade him however she chose. Him turning the tables was uncharacteristic of him, and to go to such an extent, being absolutely bold enough to make such lecherous claims towards her and her body was going way out of line. He may be a villain, but she assumed he had some sense of character and morals.
“Ha! Like that'll ever happen!” she shot back, forcing herself to toss his claims aside as mere bluffs. “You’ll never make me yours! Do your worst, all you’ll get in return is a thorough review on how inept you are!”
Caballeron tsked, sighing as he turned his attention away from her. “Oh, Daring, I know well that traditional means would never suffice.” He held a hoof to his chest, giving her a dramatic look. “And I’d never stoop so low as to take you against your will…” He paused, a devilish smile spreading across his countenance. “Unless you asked…of course~”
Daring blinked wildly, his words confusing her more than anything thus far. “Huh? What the hay are you talking about?!”
“You see, Ms. Do, I didn’t come here for the relic you thought I was pursuing,” Caballeron started, slowly pacing towards the end of the room. “That was just a simple diversion. I had those useless runts of mine distract you with it while I went ahead and got the real prize.” He glanced over his shoulder, throwing her a smile. “It was quite simple, really. Have you ‘save’ the false relic, and then waltz right into that trap I set for you. Now everything is ready for me to use the real treasure within this temple.”
Daring squinted, seeing a faint, glowing item near the edge of the room. It was clear Caballeron was making his way towards it, and it was easy to assume that whatever it was was the relic he had been referring to. Issue was, Daring hadn’t a clue what it could be. She knew dangerous relics well, especially since they were the most valuable ones and the clear ones her foe hunted down, but besides the primary treasure of this ruin, she was rather in the dark regarding the less imposing ones.
“What relic? The only one worth anything was the Yearning Talisman!” she scrunched her muzzle, writhing against her bonds further. “There’s nothing else here worth hunting down!”
Dr. Cabellaron paused his trot, shifting his focus towards her. “Say, you do know what kind of deity this ancient temple was made for, right?” He chuckled. “I can only assume you did your homework.”
Truth be told, Daring used to be extremely thorough in her research regarding the temples she faced off in, but over the years she had grown complacent with how simple and easy dealing with her enemies was. Perhaps it was her getting cocky, but the last few months had her doing the most basic information gathering on possible threats. All she knew was the main relic here was worth millions of bits, and that everything else supposedly was nothing worth even caring for.
“I take that long pause as a no?” Cabellaron continued, snickering. “Such a shame, but I am quite grateful for it too. It does allow me to truly blindside you with what’s to come~”
Daring’s ire towards him only furthered, as she scowled in his direction. “Oh please, you’re the one who’s too pathetic to even get a mare to spread her legs for him! I had no reason to research, after all, you always lose.”
“Possibly, though this time it seems I won.” He tapped his chin, fighting back another smirk. “And all it takes is one win for me to make our little standoffs reach their end. So, I’ll ask again, do you know what kind of deity this temple was made for?”
Taking a moment to desperately wring her mind for any information, Daring took a shot in the dark. “A…erm…war one?”
“Furthest thing from that,” Caballeron remarked, raising a brow at her.
Taking a deep breath, unfortunately having to surrender to her lack of knowledge and steadily growing curiosity, Daring replied. “No, I don’t.”
“Amateurish, Daring!” Caballeron boomed, his laughter echoing through the chamber. “You truly don’t have a clue what awaits you it seems! That’s lovely news!” He took a moment, clearing his throat before glaring at her. “This is a temple of love, for a god of lust.”
The revelation made Daring blink in surprise, her mind already racing. A temple of love? Did those even exist? She had heard legends and tales of this region's gods of lust, but none of them had temples or ruins dedicated to their worship. Then again, perhaps it could explain why the Yearning Talisman had plenty of…interesting language in the readings she had briefly done on it. She had brushed it off as the entry’s author being a touch too flavorful with the language he had used when reporting on the artifact, but it seemed there was a clear truth behind the descriptions she had read. She had thought a deep love spell was the surface level of it, but clearly the more lustful details regarding its effects held truth. Even still, that wasn’t the relic Cabellaron was pursuing, and thus she was left in the anxious dark regarding whatever he had in store for her.
"What do you mean?" Daring inquired. "I've only heard of such temples! I thought they were just a forgotten legend!"
"And yet, you’re trapped within one! As for legend, that's because this one isn't exactly common knowledge," Caballeron started. "It's very rare that a temple of lust comes to light, but this one’s physical location was rediscovered only recently by a team of archaeologists who had the pleasure of stumbling upon it. I mean, the Yearning Talisman is quite the catch, but I’m not too interested in something that has been used recently.”
Daring pieced together the meaning behind the words he had emphasized, filling her with a deep sensation of disgust. Things were taking a rather abrupt, seemingly lecherous turn, but as long as she had her wits, she wasn’t going to give him even an inch.
Huffing hot air from her nostrils, her frustrations mingling within her mind, she scoffed. “Either way, what’s the big deal? You gonna need a relic to turn a mare on too? And here I thought you couldn’t get more depressing…”
“Actually, you're right for once,” Caballeron nonchalantly replied. “Though there’s much, much more to it than just getting you in a heated state, dear.” He shrugged. “The depressing matter, not so much. You’ll be thinking of me much differently very soon~”
His words made Daring's heart skip a beat, a sense of unease and dread washing over her. "What's that supposed to mean?!" she snapped.
"It means I'm about to make you feel things you never imagined, and you'll be singing praises to me in the end, and if all goes well, you’ll be doing so permanently," he coolly responded, his gaze trailing down her body once more. "You see, Daring, I've studied this temple for quite some time. While it's true I don't have a mare willing to spread her legs for me, I do have a mare I want to claim, and you fit the bill perfectly."
"Y-you're insane!" Daring stuttered, her heart now pounding within her chest."You wouldn't dare!"
"I don't have to. You'll be begging for it in the end," Caballeron replied, licking his lips. "But first, we have some ancient magic to use. You see, the god this temple was built for was known for having quite the salacious appetite. It's said that he would take any mare he desired and tame their bodies until they submitted. The relic I've found, called the…well, it doesn’t have a name exactly, but I digress, is said to bind a mare to its owner. Though apparently there are other aspects to it as well.”
Daring froze, any sense of composure momentarily washed away from her. The claims he was making, the temple she was within, and the lecherous look in his eyes all concocted into a blend that spoke volumes to her. There was something off, something horribly different about the situation she was in. She had faced spiked walls, pools full of piranhas, and much more, but none of them ever imposed such a feeling of concern within.
Caballeron was carrying himself with such a domineering aura that she knew he wasn’t bluffing. He was being truthful with his intent, but he still seemed uncertain about the relic he was planning on utilizing. There was an inkling of a chance whatever he had in store for her would blunder, and if the course of events was to follow his usual schtick, he’d fall short at the finish line as always. She clung to that hope, taking deep breaths to calm herself, doing her utmost to provide the same cocky attitude she always carried herself with.
“Speaking of the relic is fun, but why don’t I actually show you the wonderful little thing?” Caballeron continued, turning away from her and resuming his trot towards the other side of the room. Coming up towards the mantle the aura from the unseen object was emitting from, he reached down, picking it up. “I do have to say, the shape of it is quite interesting…I’m sure you’ll agree~”
Daring held her breath, watching as he turned around. In his typical malicious mannerisms, Caballeron was hiding it from her view, holding one hoof up against his chest and he slowly strolled towards her. She felt her mouth go dry, a mix of anxiety and anticipation running through her veins as she waited for the grand reveal. As he reached her, he paused, slowly turning his hoof to unveil…
A buttplug.
Daring’s eyes went wide, her mind swirled with confusion, and her pupils lasered their focus onto the relic before her eyes. It looked like a buttplug, that much was obvious, but there was simply no way that could be what it was. God of lust or not, the idea that an enchanted, ancient relic was akin to what was a fairly common sex toy for modern ponies was downright ridiculous, but the longer Daring stared at it the more obvious it seemed to be exactly what she feared.
The red plug was rather extravagant in design, containing various runes and symbols strewn about it. It flowed with magic, dancing with faint color, yet the most notable area of all was its end, where a pulsing, red aura emitted a hue of the same coloration. It looked menacing, even with the ridiculous notion that it was a buttplug, and the magics that laid within it were unknown and unseen.
“Seems it’s gained your interest!” Caballeron chuckled, waving the plug before her. “The shape is peculiar, like I said, but…” he trailed his eyes down her form, stopping at her sweaty, awaiting ponut, “I have a clear hunch of where this little toy is meant to go~”
Tensing up, Daring glowered at him. “You wouldn’t dare…”
“Oh, but I would!” Caballeron exclaimed, lining the plug up with her pucker. “And I will...”
Before Daring knew it, he drove his hoof forward, driving the magical item straight into her backdoor. An unbecoming, unexpected moan pressed past her lips as the object pushed her backdoor’s walls wide, slipping itself in with force as Caballeron held no reservations behind his act. Her body quivered, her marehood giving an instinctive wink in response to the sudden surge of pleasure that found her. The enchanted tool found itself snug within her depths, lodged deep within her as its end held it back from going any further. She shuddered from head to hoof, feeling magic coursing through it.
Daring's eyes widened once more as he forced the item further into her, pushing it deeper and causing it to stretch her backdoor out further, its edge nudging the rim of her asshole. She gasped, her voice breaking as the sensations began to clearly overwhelm her. She had felt pleasure before, even from a backdoor penetration, but it had only been from toys she had during her private moments, never from something so magically charged that seemed to send her senses into overdrive. She could feel every single inch of it, from the base of it to the rounded tip, as if it were alive and exploring her depths with its own intent. It was an odd, alien sensation, one that both horrified her and made her quiver with a forbidden desire she had never experienced before. But she couldn't show him anything she was feeling, already cursing herself for letting out the small moans she had given thus far. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how she reacted to his advances.
"N-ngh! Is that it!?" she teased with a smile she forced, trying not to betray her inner thoughts. "Is that small thing all you have? You couldn't get me wet even if you tried!"
Truthfully, ever the adaptive pony, she was quickly adjusting to the feelings coursing through her. The pleasure had initially been unexpected, but it wasn’t intensifying, and eventually the dancing of her nerves began to calm. For all intents and purposes, what she was dealing with was nothing more than a buttplug with a bit of extra punch. She wouldn’t be shocked if there were similar magical toys in some specialty sex shops, and, being so, it began to make the overall threat the relic posed much, much less intimidating than anything she had feared before.
Caballeron’s smirk dropped, as he eyed the plug inside Daring. “What?! That’s it?!”
A wave of relief washed over Daring, finding the plug nothing more than a mere tool for pleasure. “Huh, would you look at that! Nothing happened!” A smug grin split her muzzle. “Looks like ole Caballeron fails yet again!~”
Caballeron gritted his teeth, his anger rising. "You think you're funny?! You think this is all a game?!" He stomped his hoof on the ground, shaking his head. "This should've worked! This relic is said to bind a mare to her master! You shouldn't be able to speak or-or think for yourself!"
“Dunno! Maybe it’s washed up!” Daring chuckled to herself. “Oooooh ~ Maybe you need to do a silly little song and dance to activate it!” She tilted her head back, letting out a hearty laugh. “Haha! Oh this is too rich! My readers are gonna love it!”
Already reaching the limit of his patience, Caballeron scowled. “I promise you Daring Do! I will not leave until you're my personal bitch!”
“Woah there, tiger!” Daring chided, smiling at him. “That language isn’t appropriate for my stories! Why don’t you give me something a bit more composed! Hehe!” Her eyes went wide, as she glanced down at herself. “W-what the?!”
Daring’s laughter trailed off as the sensation in her pucker began to stir. The glowing enchantment on the end of the plug had shifted from red to green, and with it an entirely new string of magical feelings began to course through her body. Her nerves went alight, and most notably her tits and flanks started to tingle with a slight burning sensation. Her nethers ignited with heat, triumphing the most intense estrus cycles she had ever experienced before, and the intensity of it was only growing at an exponential rate.
“Tch…h-haaa…” She writhed in her bonds, her body screaming to be sated within seconds of the sudden sensations accosting it. “What’s…g-going on…”
Caballeron perked up, seeing the sight before him. Sweat began to run Daring’s form, her pussy was now wantonly winking, and he could see magic dancing around her bosoms. A lecherous grin split his countenance, seeing a clear flow of magic funneling out of the plug and into her body.
“Ah, so it takes some time to begin!” he chirped, striding closer towards Daring. “You seem to be a fair bit less confident already!”
“S-shut up!” Daring snapped, gnawing her lip. “T-this is nothing! I s-still hate your guts, so!”
Try as she might, Daring was beginning to lose her cool at a rapid rate. One second she was scared, the next she was confident, and now…now she was unfathomably horny. The heat running through her body was unimaginable, her thoughts already beginning to flood with demands and desires that needed to be quenched. Although her thoughts were overwhelmed by these desires, and her body ached for release, she was determined to maintain a facade of unyielding resolve, refusing to display even a hint of desperation.
Though, her attempts to rally her thoughts and composure were in vain, for she was wholly unprepared for what followed. A surge of magic pulsated into her waist and below, flowing into her flank and tits. The sensation sent a jolt of panic through her. Her gaze fell to her own body, and there, before her eyes, a transformation was underway.
Her once perky crotchtits began to swell and expand, the transformation more evident with each passing moment. They grew from their adventuring-friendly form into two plump, pillowy mounds. The newfound weight pressed against her even while she laid on her back. A single bead of milk trickled from her nipple, sending a thrill of astonishment through her. Her throat went dry as she continued to witness the changes being done.
Simultaneously, her flanks underwent a similar transformation. Though she was bound, her previously well-defined rump now strained against the slate she was fastened upon. It had swelled in size, once-toned curves giving way to a more rounded, plush form. Daring couldn't measure it directly, but she could already feel the added weight in difference.
Her tits, however, underwent the most noticeable change. They had nearly doubled in size. Droplets of milk continued to ooze from her now engorged nipples, further emphasizing the transformation that was taking place. Daring's body was undergoing a metamorphosis into pleasure, and she could do nothing to halt it. She was at the complete mercy of the relic's power, her familiar form now altered drastically.
Sweat trickled down Daring's forehead and meandered along her body, a concoction of the blazing sun, her own heat, and the tension coursing through her. Her relentless, uncontrolled winking snatch only added to her growing shame. She found herself utterly powerless to hide her new assets, along with the blatant signs of her increasing arousal.
As her composure continued to slip away, and her worries deepened, Daring cast an imploring and bewildered gaze at Caballeron, searching for answers amid the maelstrom of sensations and changes that were overtaking her.
“W-what did you do to me?!” she blurted out. Glancing down at herself, she gulped. “Take…take it out of me! - nngh! Stop it Caballeron!”
Caballeron looked at the new changes to Daring’s body. Though he couldn’t see much of her flank, the shift was quite obvious on her tits. Licking his lips, he extended a hoof, caressing one of her crotchtits. They were a touch bigger now, half a hooful each, though they didn’t seem large enough to produce milk—though he didn’t question it much.
The moan that escaped Daring in response to his touch only fueled his smug grin.
“Well, well, Daring Do,” he started, glancing up to see her straining face. “I didn’t expect this to be one of the aspects of the relic. Though these changes are very fitting of a broodmare, those pathetic tits of yours from before were certainly underwhelming.”
The remark made Daring flinch. Truthfully, even with her career, she had always been a tad insecure about the size of her teats, but to have it so bluntly and harshly stated to her was both embarrassing and regretfully alluring. Shaking her head, beginning to feel some kind of force creeping into her thoughts, she did her utmost to suppress the moans that wished to escape her lips from Caballeron’s fondling.
Caballeron continued his casual massaging of Daring's swollen breasts, shifting from one to the other. While his actions lacked any extravagance, the sensations he stirred in Daring were far from ordinary to her. Each time he dragged his hoof over her nipple, her chest locked up, and she tensed when he ran the edge of another hoof across her areola. Despite her best efforts to resist, her body proved less resilient than her mind. Far less resilient. The mere touch of his hooves against her body unleashed a gush of arousal from her. Her attempts to conceal her desire were crumbling as the relentless pleasure coursed through her once more.
Her essence spurted from her lower lips, coating the fur on the edge of Caballeron’s foreleg in her lust. He paused his motions on her tits, glancing down at his foreleg, before slowly bringing his attention towards Daring’s face. Her face had an intense crimson hue to it, eyes wide and pupils shrunk, as her shame was plastered clear as day across every inch of her countenance.
“Enjoying yourself?” he cooed.
Daring snapped herself out of her shock, silently cursing herself for allowing such a degrading act to occur. “No! Get…get off of me! I’m not - hnng?!”
Another surge of magic ran through her, now not only focusing on her flank and tits, but now also driving itself into her head. Her eyes widened, as she grit her teeth together, straining intensely against the magic that was assailing her in both body and mind. A constant flood of submissive messages, thoughts, and images barreled into her imagination, slamming into the walls of her resistance and ushering forth a battle between her will and the relic’s dark magics. Once more, the magic on her body took effect, as her tits swelled in size once more. Her enlarged bosoms were now an impressively hefty rack.
Caballeron was downright giddy, seeing how her bosoms had grown again and her struggles were intensifying with each passing second. Any semblance of Daring’s cool, calm behavior was sundered into oblivion. What was now before him wasn't the intimidating, skillful mare he feared, but nothing more than a desperate slut who’d soon be his personal broodmare.
Daring had briefly forgotten about his presence as a whole, waging an intense battle within her mind. She could feel the plug’s magic corrupting her thoughts, erasing her values and her will bit by bit. It was working at a terrifying rate, her thoughts already beginning to steer towards serving Caballeron. However, it was only a small part of her beginning to yield, and with her intense willpower, she refused to let her mind be consumed by the relic’s magic.
Yet, the struggles only got harder. An intense, strained expression filled Daring’s countenance as yet another burst of desire struck her. Her tits had barely shifted this time, as it seemed the primary focus of this new wave of magic was her mind. Intensely flexing her jaw, her teeth grinding against each other, she rallied together everything she had in her stand against the magic assailing her. Her ponut clenched around the plug like a vice, partially pushing it out every few moments from the sheer greed her inner walls had as they gripped down on it. Her pussy was a waterfall of lust, painting the slab below her with her essence and permeating the air with her alluring, aromatic aroma. Her fatter tits swayed, milk still dripping from her nipples, as if ushering out a silent cry to be siphoned of their delectable nectar.
He owns you. You are a slave. You are his broodmare.
Daring thrashed her head from side to side as the relic spoke to her, each bit of its magical enchantments weaving deeper into her mind. It was intent on corrupting her, morphing her into a whorish shadow of her former self, and so far…it was winning. It was changing her body, making her more and more of a slut, and gradually it was doing the same to her mind.
“I’m not entirely sure of the aspects to this ritual,” Caballeron remarked, trotting to Daring’s side and managing to gain her focus. “But you’ve always been a beautiful mare, so I can’t resist this~”
Before Daring could process his words through her clouded thoughts, Caballeron lunged forward, pressing his muzzle against hers. His lips caressed her own, gingerly holding them in a passionate embrace, calling forth a tidal wave of thoughts for Daring.
Daring's eyes shot open, her cheeks reddening as she realized what was happening. She struggled against the bonds that held her in place, trying desperately to pull back as his lips pressed against her. She had never kissed another stallion like this before, and the fact that it was Caballeron doing this to her made her want to scream. She had never even considered the possibility of him doing this to her, and she had never imagined herself in such a compromising position with him.
Embrace it. You are his object. His tool for pleasure. He owns you. He is your Master.
In all scenarios, Daring would’ve pulled her lips away, tried to bite Caballeron, or even outright headbutted him, but as the relic’s magic warped her mind, she couldn’t resist. She froze in place as she felt the soft sensation of their kiss, heart skipping a beat as her mind continued to twist and morph to love every aspect of what was happening to her. Her eyes fluttered, the heat in her groin intensified, and she found herself pressing back into his lips with the same volumes of passion.
She wanted to hate it, she needed to hate it, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t focus on her familiar disdain for him. It was as if all the negative thoughts, all the snide remarks, and all the mocking teases she had in her mind for him were all vanishing into thin air. She was struggling to find a reason behind why she should hate this kiss, and frankly all she knew now was that it was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt good, and it felt right. Everything within her mind was steering her towards loving this kiss, and it only got worse as their embrace intensified.
Caballeron's tongue moved with purpose, pressing insistently against Daring's quivering lips. She couldn't help but part them, allowing him to breach the warm sanctuary of her mouth. Their tongues engaged in a fervent dance, each slick muscle battling for supremacy, the intimate duel symbolizing a profound shift in the dynamic between them. In their prior encounters, Daring had always maintained control, her fierce determination always asserting dominance.
But today was different.
As Caballeron's tongue delved deeper, it ventured into uncharted territory, exploring the most intimate recesses of her mouth. The explicit struggle for dominance played out in each movement, hinting at a potential, permanent transformation in their rivalry. Daring's resistance had given way to an alluring surrender, and Caballeron's tongue, an explorer on its own, reveled in the newfound territory it had begun to claim.
He dragged his tongue along her teeth, swirled it around her tongue, and sloppily danced it within the sides of her lips, all concocting to make an intense make out Daring could have never expected. Her eyes fluttered, her body quivered, and a light, muffled moan escaped her lips as she was powerless to oppose the domineering force Caballeron carried.
It was alluring and downright addicting, calling upon her instincts as a mare to submit. He was a virile stud, and she was a fertile mare. It went against everything she stood for, but it was beginning to sound so right. She was always a dominant pony, carrying herself with pride and independence, but now, on the cusp of her mind being conquered, she began to see the light in becoming an obedient pet.
Caballeron pulled away from her, breaking their kiss as only a line of saliva now connected their lips. He gazed into her eyes, seeing that her fiery spirit was nearly extinguished. Those magenta eyes flickered momentarily to green, the exact shade of the plug in her asshole, and he knew she was nearing the end of her resistance. The relic was unknown to him, having only the most barren details, but the changes to her body and attitude told him she was treading down the path of inevitable servitude.
Servitude to him.
“I think this ritual is reaching its end, don’t you?” Caballeron cooed, glancing around to see a magical aura filling the air. “The question is…what would be befitting for a god of lust’s ritual’s finale?~”
Daring grit her teeth together, pulling together every ounce of resistance in her. “Buck…you…” She cringed at her words, something within her mind telling her it was wrong, yet she persisted. “What you did to my b-body…what you’re doing to m-me…” She forced a glare at him, huffing hot air from her nostrils. “I-I’ll never break! You won’t…nngh…you won’t win!”
“Are you serious?” Caballeron scolded, glowering at her. “Your snatch is drooling nonstop and winking at my mere gaze.” He reached back again, caressing one of her tits gently. “At this rate, you’re on track to have a set of melons on you.” He eyed her thighs, licking his lips. “Not to mention these thighs, they're are plump as ever, with an ass to match now too~”
Eyes going wide, Daring shook her head in denial. “S-shut up! I…I’ll have all of this undone! And then I’ll make you r-regret all of this!”
Caballeron’s smirk faded, now glowering at Daring. “I’ve had enough of this game. Our back and forths, your superiority.” He massaged her tits with more aggression, earning a few light moans from Daring. “I know exactly how to end this all. You’re on the brink, I see it in you. Your mind is wavering, and I simply cannot wait to claim you.”
Daring bit her lip, focusing on silencing her moans as she watched Caballeron’s gaze focus onto her tits. She struggled to focus. It was a genuine struggle to insult or threaten him, as her mind was telling her everything about it was wrong. Yet, on the other end of things, his words seemed so...right, so proper, and so commanding—as if her mind was doing a full one-eighty on her stances with him. Becoming claimed, becoming his, and letting herself surrender her will to him was something a growing part of her mind was praising the prospect of. The war waging in her mind was beginning to have a clear winner arising, and the knowledge of which side it was sent her logical mind reeling with concern.
Caballeron slowly guided his muzzle down, bringing his snout mere inches away from her tits. Eyeing her, he smiled, shot her a wink, and then made his move. Diving down towards one of her nipples, he latched his lips around it and began to suck. He suckled on her in earnest, coaxing out her newfound milk from her tit’s reserves and siphoning it. The sensation, a wholly new one for Daring, sent her absolutely reeling. She threw her head back, letting out a guttural moan as her entire body shuddered with delight.
Every part of you is his. Mind, body, and soul.
The words from the dark magic invading her body intensified her struggle. She grit her teeth, tensed her body, and tried with everything she had to suppress her moans. It felt absolutely euphoric. Not just the sensation of him sucking on her tits, but the fact that it was him doing it. The fact he of all stallions was the one having his way with her should’ve been a nightmare come true for her, but right now, with her mind on the ropes, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. He was perfect, domineering, and deserving to own her for eternity…
“Gah! G-get out - nnngh - of my head!” Daring groaned, shaking her head intensely. A chorus of moans sang from her lungs, as she struggled to find reason. “I w-won’t - ahn - submit! You - gnnngh - won’t c-claim me! N-no!”
Caballeron paused his sucking, licking his lips as her milk’s flavor stained his taste buds. Slowly pulling away, he left her nipple with a parting kiss, slowly rising up. “Your milk has a hint of coffee to it. It’s quite lovely.” He stared daggers at her, furrowing his brow. “I’d hate for you to run out, and being so I know exactly how to finish you.”
Daring shuddered intensely, unsure and unaware of what he could possibly be planning. Though, watching as he trotted right in front of her, looking straight down at her nethers as her legs were still forced apart, her heart skipped a beat. His mere gaze seemed to activate something within the relic, as it felt like the magic once again intensified. The arcane forces flowing through the air seemed to grow more powerful, and from the looks of it, whatever he was planning seemed to be in line with what the artifact needed.
Caballeron raised a brow, taking notice of the shift in magic as well. “Hmm…seems my hunch was right.” He raised himself onto his hind legs, slamming his forelegs to each side of Daring’s head. “This seems to be exactly what a god of lust would want for their ritual~”
“W-what…what would that be?” Daring nervously inquired, despising the hint of thrill in her voice.
Caballeron's hips subtly shifted, the tip of his cock teasingly pressing against Daring's lower lips. her needy pussy responded immediately, involuntarily winking in anticipation, her arousal already coating the head of his throbbing shaft. A shiver ran through her body, her eyes fluttering from the sheer sensation grazing her sensitive, wet entrance. It was becoming evident that her body was far more sensitive than she had thought. Revealing the impressive size of his stallionhood, wholly unexpecting him to be packing such a menacing tool, she gulped. In terms of both length and girth, he was well-endowed, and beneath his shaft dangled a pair of substantial, fertile testicles.
Daring couldn't help but gulp, her apprehension mixing with an undeniable surge of unwanted delight as Caballeron confirmed his intentions, making her quiver with a blend of fear and anticipation.
The magical plug's relentless pulsations intensified the sensations, driving her to squirt more of her essence, which in turn slickened Caballeron's shaft head even further. Daring's gaze ventured downard at the sensation.
“Breeding you,” he snarled.
Daring didn’t have the chance to reply or plead, as, upon finishing his sentence, in one swift motion, with carnal fury empowering it, his length slammed entirely into her. Every last inch he had to offer plunged into her most sacred chamber, using her overwhelming lust to pave a path of easy entrance. She was too horny to deny it, and her body took him in with greed. His tip kissed her womb, his girth stretched her walls to their limit, and her tits bounced from the sheer intensity of his plunge.
“Nnnngh!!!”
His thrust sent a rush unlike any other through Daring’s body. Her wide, startled eyes rolled back in their sockets, her wings stiffening against her back, and her entire frame convulsed with overwhelming intensity. It was a monumental effort, but she managed to stave off the encroaching orgasm, at least for the time being. The battle was growing difficult, as resisting both the relic's enslavement and the tide of pleasure surging through her being, pushed her to the brink.
Daring was acutely aware that it was a losing battle. Every thrust seemed to beckon her to surrender, to embrace this nightmarish existence as a mindless fucktoy slave for her enemy. The allure of submission and the temptation to succumb to the overwhelming sensations tugged at her fraying resolve.
But she continued to resist.
Though, just like her defiance, Caballeron’s determination was seemingly unending. Seeing her clearly trying to resist the mind control of the artifact, he immediately began his final attack on her and her mind. Steadying himself, he began pummeling into her pussy with reckless abandon. His rate was constant, thrusting into her with everything he had each and every time—eager to bring her to the brink, and even more eager to pump her full of his foals. The prospect of breeding a mare was always tantalizing, but claiming his worst enemy’s womb and her mind at once was something that was unparalleled. He wasn’t sure if it was what the relic’s ritual needed, but from the way its magic was responding to his plans, he had a fairly confident hunch.
He pummeled into her nonstop, her body lurching from the force of his plunges yet halting due to her binds. Her improved tits bounced and clapped against each other as he fucked her senseless, spewing milk over herself, him, and the slab she was fastened upon. He was unrelenting, finding himself losing himself to the pleasure her cunt provided. Though she hated him, her body certainly didn’t and the feelings she was providing him were unlike any other.
Each time he thrusted inside, she loosened her walls, and each time he retreated, she clenched down on him like a vice. Her pussy was an angel’s embrace, those velvety walls sending rushes of pleasure through every last nerve along his cock. He could feel how wet she was, how desperate she was, and it called upon his carnal needs to breed. He knew she’d be his, and having her as his broodmare, or if the mind control worked properly, even his obedient wife, was the stuff of dreams.
Daring was losing her battle, feeling her mind wavering bit by bit with every thrust he made into her. Her reason was fading, pleasure and magic combining to make a force that was tearing the walls of her defiance asunder. It was an unrelenting, unending, unstoppable torrent of sensations that her willpower was desperately trying to oppose, yet it seemed to be a fruitless endeavor. The last vestiges of her free will formed the final line of defense for her sanity, standing their ground against the towering force that was the relic’s magic.
Give in. Become his slave. Your purpose is to serve.
“Nnngh! Shhhtoppp…! Aaahn! C-can’t think…”
Daring could only slur her words as thinking entirely became an unimaginable struggle. She was overwhelmed by everything assailing her body and mind, unable to compose herself in the slightest. Her tits gushed more milk, her pussy quivered intensely, and she felt her entire body begin to tense up as her climax was moments away. She braced, praying to the stars above that she could resist what was to come, yet still, a part of her wanted what she feared.
His seed will seal your fate. Your true purpose shall begin.
Daring’s eyes went wide, as she felt Caballeron’s cock begin to flare in her depths. She internally screamed at herself, one side of her mind saying no, and another, far larger, part of it saying yes. Though, as her climax was mere thrusts away, she couldn’t think anymore, solely focusing on taking her last stand before being bred.
Caballeron had entered a frenzied state, losing himself to the act of fucking his sworn enemy. Every aspect of their circumstance was too perfect. Her growing tits, her lovely scent, her aroused state, and her unraveling mind. He yearned to finish her off, to claim her as his prize, and finally, with one all out thrust, it arrived.
“Take it all!” he growled.
Daring clenched her eyes shut, as she let out one final moan of denial. “Nnngh! W-won’t…give…aaaahn!”
Her desperate cry turned into a deep, guttural moan of sheer ecstasy as she felt Caballeron's climax surge through him. Wave after wave of his hot cum spurted into her depths, flooding her womb to the brim in mere seconds. As her own orgasm crashed over her, Daring's entire body went into intense spasms. Her nerves were ablaze, her eyes rolled back entirely, and her tongue lazily lolled from her mouth as she surrendered to the pleasure, losing control of all her senses.
Your will is forfeit.
She felt it, every last bit of his cum pumping into her. It was an absurd volume, easily stuffing her womb to the brim with spunk, and soon overflowing out of it to fill every last inch of her pussy’s depths. Her walls were coated in his molten release, unable to contain all he had to offer as his seed gushed past the seal his shaft made with her depths, spurting out and painting the slab below them.
The ritual is complete.
Daring's vision was fading rapidly, her consciousness teetering on the edge of oblivion. Her mind was crumbling, and the last vestiges of her identity were being devoured by the insidious magic of the relic. Through the blurry haze that clouded her sight, she could faintly discern the opening in the roof beginning to close, gradually sealing off the outside world. The room itself started to illuminate as an eerie magical aura filled the air, preventing total darkness. Simultaneously, the sun's warm rays began to wane, blocked by the activation of ancient mechanisms connected to the ritual.
Your end now arrives.
It slammed shut, the room solely illuminated by magic now. The plug in her ass shimmered intensely with light, and the magical particles in the air sparked and shimmered with overflowing magic. Whatever Caballeron did, it activated something in the temple, and, as Daring felt her mind reach the edge of its resistance, she knew he activated something in the relic too.
Riding the waves of his climax, Caballeron winced as the blinding magical light inundated the chamber. He shielded his eyes, basking in the ecstasy of his release as he stumbled backward. With a wet schlick, his cock slipped free from Daring's cum-filled pussy, causing a torrent of their mixed fluid to gush outwards. Dazed by his post-orgasmic haze and disoriented by the intense surrounding light, Caballeron continued to stagger backwards. He squinted in the direction of the slab where Daring lay, but she was obscured by the dark magics unleashed by the temple's ritual.
Daring could barely find reason, but, somehow managing to pull herself from the cusp of insanity from her climax still ripping through her, she looked down at herself. Magic shimmered intensely over her body, and even in her lust-drunk, nearly mindless state, she still had a penchant to hold out against it. The volume of resistance she had in her was unfathomable, but even then there was a limit. With each rope of Caballeron's cum that continued to spurt from her, sending shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through her body, Daring came to a grim realization.
The magic was working its insidious power, slowly but surely eroding her will and identity, molding her into something she didn't want to become.
Your body is his.
To her unimaginable shock, the corruptive magic in her head’s words were the cue for the final change upon her body. With a burst of magic, her tits swelled up once more. They reached their apex, two melon-sized, milk-dripping udders below her, aching and yearning to be siphoned of their immense load. Her heart skipped a beat, eyeing her bosoms. They looked just as big as a pregnant mare’s, but she couldn’t fathom the thought of that being the case.
Yet she was swiftly proven wrong.
A burning feeling in her womb sent her reeling with pleasure. Throwing her head back, her tits spurting even more milk from before, an intense pleasure rippled out of her deepest chamber. She felt her body stirring, something shifting within her, and before she knew it, an intense burst of magic flooded her senses. She felt her belly begin to swell, her womb ushering forth more and more waves of unending pleasure. Her eyes fluttered, as she babbled nonsensically trying to grasp onto what was happening. Forcing herself to glance down, feeling as if something kicked within her, she froze.
Her belly had swollen significantly, bulging out much more pronouncedly than before. It was an unmistakable transformation, and the sensation within her left her in a state of shock. A sense of fulfillment and euphoria washed over her, and she couldn't deny the intense pleasure coursing through her, even though she despised how much she enjoyed it. There had been a chance that Caballeron had impregnated her, and it appeared to be true. However, the magic within the temple had seized upon this fact and amplified it. She was not just pregnant; she appeared to be several months along, with the temple's magic seemingly accelerating her pregnancy to put her into a fully gravid state as quickly as possible.
It was too much to try and comprehend, her logic and reasoning undone by the development. The moment of weakness was all the relic’s magic needed, as it began to besiege her final barricades. She tried to deny it, but couldn’t. It felt so right, so perfect, and she truthfully couldn’t even begin to understand how amazing it felt to know she was carrying his foals. It didn’t disgust her, rather, it filled her with a sense of euphoria unlike any other. It was the optimal state of a broodmare, and she couldn’t help but smile, as finally, after all her fighting…
Your mind is his.
She finally lost the fight.
The relic's magic surged through Daring, obliterating any remnants of her willpower with cataclysmic force. Every shred of her thoughts, ideas, and imagination were bent to a singular purpose – serving Caballeron. Her resistance transformed into unwavering obedience, her smugness warped into pure adoration, and her mind itself became a tool for Caballeron's amusement. Her beautiful magenta eyes shifted, now mirroring the same shade of green as the plug lodged within her backdoor. Its magic had triumphed over her, marking her as Caballeron's forever.
Daring questioned her previous defiance and rebellion. Why had she ever resisted? Why had she dared to defy him? In her new state, she realized her folly. Caballeron was perfect, he was her everything, and he was her Master. She reveled in the ecstasy of her newfound purpose, her true calling. Everything felt euphoric, and as she looked down at her pregnant form, she giggled with unbridled delight. Her Master had bred her, and she was now his loyal companion. The obstinate mare she once was had vanished, replaced by a profound sense of joy and fulfillment in serving her beloved owner as a devoted pet should.
An elated smile spread across her muzzle, far from the worried, struggling one she had adorned before. Her mind was void of individual thought, and she was beyond excited to begin her new life. She yearned to serve, desperately looking for her newfound Master through the blinding light of the temple’s magic. Her tits ached, her pussy winked wantonly, and she panted like a dog as her heat was becoming unquenchable. She needed to serve—it was her sole purpose in life now.
Caballeron, still shielding his eyes from the blinding magic, could only vaguely hear Daring's moans and heavy breathing amidst the tumultuous outburst of magical energy that resounded through the room. The walls quivered, dust and sand cascading from their surfaces, causing Caballeron to flinch and prepare for the possibility of a temple collapse. His heart raced until the shaking gradually subsided, and he realized the temple was not coming apart. With a hint of cautious optimism, he cracked open an eye and observed the diminishing brilliance of the magic in the air. As the magical aura gradually faded, faint light started to infiltrate the chamber, and the stone slab covering the aperture above slowly receded.
Caballeron was stunned as the cave's illumination shifted from the blinding magic to the soft, gentle trickle of moonlight. It became evident that Princess Luna had performed her own duty while Celestia lowered the sun, casting an ethereal glow within the cavernous chamber. Following the faint beam of moonlight, he directed his gaze toward the spot where Daring Do lay, and the sight that met his eyes left him in a state of shock.
“Master!”
His eyes shot wide open, Daring Do’s words reverberating in his ears. Her expression was that of insane cocklust and undying obedience, and the shimmering, glowing green color of her eyes spoke volumes to him. Though, what bewildered him the most was the state of her body. Her body, once the pinnacle of an athletic form, had undergone a drastic change. Her breasts, which had grown to a considerable size thus far, had now ballooned into massive, melon-sized orbs, each far more substantial than a hoof-full. They were an impressive pair that could drive any stallion wild, ripe for titjobs and other pleasures.
His bewildered gaze continued to travel, and as it drifted down to her swollen belly, he found himself utterly confused.
“Daring…are you…”
"Pregnant?" Daring's enthusiastic response came before Caballeron could even complete his question. "Yes, Master! Thanks to this temple's magic, I'm already a few months pregnant with your foals!" Her smile broadened, and her arousal intensified as her pussy continued to leak cum. "Thank you for showing me the light! Thank you for making me your broodmare! I'm your bitch!"
Caballeron blinked wildly, hesitantly approaching her. “Is this some kind of trick?”
“Nope!” Daring continued, gnawing her lip with excitement as he drew closer. “I’m your personal whore! I exist to serve you and your cock! This slutty body is your property!”
Caballeron continued to cautiously approach her. “And…you’re my…slave?”
“Forever!” Daring heartily replied. “I’m so sorry that slut I once was was so annoying, but at least she’s gone now! Now I’m just your pet! Your slave! Anything you want for me!”
A malicious idea crept into Caballeron’s mind, as he came up towards the slab. There was one thing he knew Daring’s former self would hate more than anything. Something worse than enslavement, worse than defeat, and worse than even being pregnant so suddenly.
“How about…my wife?” he cooed.
Daring’s eyes went even wider, as she could barely contain her eagerness. “Yes! Yes, Master! I’ll be your wife! I’ll…I'll carry so many foals! I’ll worship your cock every day! Anything you want, anything!”
“In time, slut,” he replied. “I need to free you first.”
A rush of excitement ran up Caballeron’s spine. There was a chance she was bluffing, putting on an act to fool him, but he’d never expect a mare as prideful and ego-driven as Daring Do to stoop so low in a desperate attempt of escape. Either way, she was pregnant, with his foals, and being so, the idea that she was now also his obedient slave wasn’t too farfetched. Breathing sharply between clenched teeth, he decided to bite the bullet. Reaching out, he unlocked the first set of locks around her thighs. He flinched for a moment, expecting a swift, hard bucks to the face, but as nothing arrived he cracked an eye open. Greeting him were Daring’s newly forged melon-sized tits, tempting as is, and right below them was a still cum-drooling snatch.
Daring's body quivered with need, every breath a desperate plea for release. Her breasts heaved and swayed, engorged and heavy with milk, begging for attention. Her thighs trembled with the intensity of her arousal, her slick folds practically dripping with desire. As Caballeron approached, she met his gaze with a mixture of lust and obedience, her now green eyes shining with an insatiable hunger.
He took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her pregnant belly, ever so telling of her downfall. His hooves deftly worked to unfasten the locks around her forelegs, and as her hooves darted towards her tits and snatch, he could feel the palpable heat radiating from her.
Daring didn't waste a moment, her touch urgent and hungry. She was a vision of unrestrained lust, her body aching for release, and her moans filled the air like a seductive melody. Her free hoof worked over her swollen breasts, squeezing and teasing her sensitive nipples, eliciting sinful gasps from her lips.
Caballeron's breath hitched as he watched her, his own desire building to a fevered pitch. The truth of her submission was undeniable, and the power he held over her was intoxicating. Finally, he reached down, his touch sending an electric jolt through Daring's body as he unfastened the lock around her neck.
“Yessssss~” Daring groaned, still all too enthralled in fondling her own body. “N-now I can - nnngh - serve you!”
Caballeron watched her writhe in place with pleasure, still utterly bewildered with the development. One moment, she was this fit, defiant mare that hated him, and the next, she was a pregnant, whorish, obedient slut that lived to obey his every whim. It was a wonderful development, that much was obvious, but the sheer scale of it all utterly bewildered him. Still, he couldn’t make much use of her in her current state. As hot as watched her rub her snatch and grope her tits was, he wanted to really sample his newly acquired slut.
“Slave, stop touching yourself.”
Reluctantly, Daring slowed her efforts, eventually coming to a full stop. “Okay, Master.” She glanced to her side, throwing him a sultry look as her green eyes shimmered with magic. “What would you like your pet to do?”
Caballeron’s cock throbbed below him at her words. “Hmmm, why don’t we get you off this slab. I’ve yet to see how juicy that ass of yours has become~”
“Amazing idea, Master!” she cooed.
Slowly, seemingly adjusting to her new body's proportions, Daring clumsily shimmied off the slab. The agility and suave she once prided herself on was completely gone, as she had long lost her perfect form in place of a voluptuously pregnant one. Finally, she managed to roll off the slab entirely, landing on her four hooves and beaming up at him. Shakily gaining her balance, she giggled, looking up at Caballeron with a gaze of sheer adoration.
Even from the front, Caballeron could see the changes she had undergone. Her belly peaked out at her sides, her asscheeks were visible and plump, and her hips were far, far wider than before. The smile she gave him was both adorable and lustful, making Caballeron’s heart skip a beat. He did admit, she was always beautiful, and extremely attractive too, but now she was all that and his. Feeling his chest flutter, looking into her enthralled eyes, he was snapped out of his gaze as she suddenly spoke.
“Well, you said you wanna see how my ass looks now, right, Master?” She swayed her hips, before wheeling around. “Take a good look! It’s your property!”
Caballeron had checked out Daring’s flank many times in the past. It was fit, muscular, and firm enough to bounce a bit off, but now it was anything but. Two fat, pillowy asscheeks built up her flank, far thicker than how toned they were before. The relic’s magic, plus her pregnancy, had given her a very thick set of cheeks.
“How’s it look?~” she asked, wagging her ass from side to side.
Caballeron needed more, his desires consuming it. “Bounce those flanks, slut. Put on a show and thank me for claiming you.”
“Yessss~” Daring moaned, loving his command. “Right away, Master!”
She parted her hind legs further, before lowering her torso down. Her pregnant belly peeked out below her drooling melons, as she raised her ass up and allowed her rack to sway. Above her tits, cum continued to drip from her winking snatch. The buttplug that had ruined her mind shimmered higher up, still lodged comfortably in her pucker. Showing off new body some more Daring snickered, before bracing her hind legs and…
Clap!
She put her thickened flanks to work.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Each time she twerked, she put force into the motion, smacking her asscheeks together. They bounced and rippled with every movement she made, creating an enthralling show for Caballeron to watch in awe. Her ponut and pussy peeked out between every clap, teasing him with her tight holes in between her motions. He was mesmerized, seeing her rump in all its glory fully selling her transformation into his personal slut. Her efforts intensified, her tits now smacking together alongside her cheeks, adding to the orchestra she was creating for him. Caballeron had to fight with everything he had to not mount her then and there, slapping his cock between her asscheeks and savoring her grinding against him.
“Do you like it?~” Daring asked, licking her lips. “Thank you so, so much for enslaving me! I’m so happy to be your bitch!”
Caballeron couldn't respond, still in utter shock. He was drooling at the sight, though, gazing up at her ponut, his heart skipped a beat. She had loosened her grip on the toy, and the motions she was making ushered it out of her backdoor. Before he knew it, he watched as the relic that made her a slave in the first place slipped out of her. His pupils shrunk to pinpricks, watching as the artifact fell uselessly to the floor.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Though, Daring simply kept twerking for him, flaunting her ass all the more while curiously glancing down at the floor.
“Awww…it fell out!” She giggled, her voice taking on a teasing tone. She picked up the plug with her mouth, swaying her body seductively as she approached Caballeron. "Seems like we don't need this anymore, do we?"
Caballeron blinked rapidly, snapping himself out of his daze. “No we...don't?”
Daring smirked at his response, licking the plug with her tongue, swirling it around her lips and sucking it like a lollipop. She sucked it hard, bobbing her head back and forth as if it were his shaft. The plug was coated with her saliva, glistening in the dim lighting of the temple, and Caballeron couldn't help but gulp as he saw her. The very thing that was deep in her ass was now in her mouth, and he knew that she'd gladly take it back up there if he wanted. Despite being completely controlled, the new energy manipulating her drove her to tease her master as well, and it only drove him wilder as she continued to suck on it.
“I see,” Caballeron replied, taking the plug out of her grasp. “And to answer your earlier question…” He raised a hoof, slapping her asscheek before shoving the plug back into her asshole. “I am very fond of this new ass of yours.”
“Nnngh ~ T-thank you, Master!” Daring groaned, shuddering with delight.
Caballeron took a step back, gazing upon his new acquisition once more. It was proven now, she was his slave forevermore. Pregnant, mindless, and all his to enjoy, which meant he had a reason to develop their relationship once more. Trotting towards the slab, he sat down on it, finding some of Daring’s juices staining his fur. Smiling over at her, he ushered her to come to him.
“Slave, come here,” he began, spreading his legs apart and showing off his erect stallionhood. “About you becoming my proper slave…your role as my obedient wife~”
Daring swiftly turned, happily trotting towards him. Her flanks jiggled with each step she made, teats swaying below her as they dripped milk across the floor. Carefully, she climbed up on top of him, sliding his cock between her asscheeks as she pressed her chest against his own. Her pregnant belly caressed his stomach, as her tits squished themselves against him. She nuzzled his neck, feeling him wrap his forelegs around her, shuddering with delight as he embraced her.
“Yes…I’d love nothing more than that, Master…” she cooed, pressing her muzzle into his chest further.
Caballeron stroked her mane, cupping her chin and forcing her gaze up to his own. “What matters most is if the mare you once were would hate it more than anything~”
“Oh she would!” Daring Do exclaimed, nodding her head furiously. “It’d be against everything she believed in! Not even in her worst dreams would she be married to you of all ponies!” She scowled, looking disgusted. “What an awful pony I once was! Nothing is better than worshiping you!”
Caballeron reached down slowly, gripping down on her flank. His hooves sank into her plump asscheeks, as he slowly lifted her up. His cock slid between her buns, gliding along her holes until he raised her above it, his tip kissing the entrance of her pussy. Holding her there, with her panting desperately from the sensation of his shaft, he raised a brow at her.
“You will serve me for as long as you live,” he started.
Daring nodded, barely able to contain her excitement. “Forever! I’ll never do anything else!”
“You’ll carry endless foals for me?”
“As many as you want! I’m your mindless little foal factory!”
Caballeron pressed his tip against her cum-filled cunt, earning a whine from his slave. “Well then! Daring Do, do you take me as your permanent owner and Master in marriage?”
“I do! I do!” Daring ecstatically replied. “Do you take me as your obedient bitch and bride!?”
“Like you said, the mare you once were would hate nothing more.” He brought his muzzle closer to hers and whispered. “I do, slut~”
He pressed his lips against hers, finding her returning his kiss immediately. Slowly, he lowered her down onto his cock. A moan escaped her lips as the crown of his member forced its way inside her tight canal, already pushing her walls to fit the cock that shaped them inside. A long, wet schlicking noise echoed through the chamber as he lowered her, rubbing her asscheeks as he did. Her crotchtits pressed against him still, pouring milk onto his body and sending a shudder through them both.
Their kiss was simple. Nothing too extravagant, just two wed ponies sharing such an important moment together—and this was certainly a substantial development. Lowering Daring further, Caballeron hilted within her. His cock kissed her womb, as he felt her clench down around him already. He savored the moment, knowing full well Daring was now his sex slave and mindlessly wedded wife.
Feeling her begin to ride him, shifting her hips up and down, his smile furthered. He had won. After endless encounters and somehow even more losses, he had finally defeated Daring Do. She was his property in mind, body, and soul, and as she dutifully served his cock, he could only begin to conjure up all the ideas he had for her in his head. Either way, feeling her moan into his mouth, he knew one thing for sure.
His worst enemy was now his eternal slave.
And that’s all that mattered.