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The Pendant of Power [Daring Do Hypnosis]

By Slippery_Slope
Created: 2022-12-09 05:02:33
Updated: 2023-10-01 22:31:03
Expiry: Never
nsfwdaring dohypnosisdr. caballeron

  1. 1.
    >As Daring Do pushed aside the last clumps of ferns and foliage, she double checked her mental notes.
  2. 2.
    >All her gear was in place. She had a clear goal and contingency plans in case things went wrong.
  3. 3.
    >Not that she was worried or anything.
  4. 4.
    >She was Daring Freaking Do.
  5. 5.
    >Things always went wrong, and she always knew how to worm her way out.
  6. 6.
    >Plus, plot twists made for good writing material. What better to include in a story than even things she couldn’t expect?
  7. 7.
    >As Daring entered the clearing where the temple laid, she felt a cool breeze waft around her body.
  8. 8.
    >It lifted her spirits, and she welcomed it as a brief reprieve from the warmth of the jungle.
  9. 9.
    >Still, the atmosphere remained humid. There was an almost oppressive pressure exerted on the air around her.
  10. 10.
    >She could hear the buzzing of insects around her, and the chattering of animals at work.
  11. 11.
    >This deep into the wilderness, most ponies would probably be utterly miserable by now.
  12. 12.
    >But she was Daring Freaking Do.
  13. 13.
    >This was her life’s work and her life’s calling.
  14. 14.
    >She felt right at home in the hot and humid and oppressive and wild environment.
  15. 15.
    >Hell, she’d barely even worked up a sweat.
  16. 16.
    >It was almost… peaceful, in a sense, being surrounded by all the things she knew so well.
  17. 17.
    >Her thoughts turned back toward the mission at hand.
  18. 18.
    >Well, “peaceful” wasn’t really her target audience. “Peaceful” was the calm before the storm.
  19. 19.
    >Daring stifled a yawn.
  20. 20.
    >It was a bit disappointing how straightforward this mission was, then.
  21. 21.
    >Even if things did go wrong, it was probably a D-tier plot at best.
  22. 22.
    >That was okay, she supposed. She didn’t turn most of her adventures into novels anyways.
  23. 23.
    >She could still have fun, and there were still artifacts she needed to put in museums, after all. History was still being preserved.
  24. 24.
    >Speaking of which, what was the lucky artifact residing in today’s lucky temple?
  25. 25.
    >Ah, yes. The Pendant of Power.
  26. 26.
    >From the manuscripts she’d read, it honestly seemed like a budget-tier Alicorn Amulet. A one-bit version.
  27. 27.
    >It supposedly gave the wearer only a minor boost to magical potency in achieving the goals they’d visualize.
  28. 28.
    >That made Daring wonder. Why did such an artifact necessitate a whole temple?
  29. 29.
    >Daring shrugged. Not like she could claim to entirely understand the motivations of those who lived many moons before her.
  30. 30.
    >Flapping her wings and landing gently at its entrance, she reached behind her into her bag and pulled out the temple map, scrutinizing its contents one more time.
  31. 31.
    >Then again, it wasn’t a particularly elaborate temple, either.
  32. 32.
    >There were no snake pits. No swinging hammers or poison darts. No vats of lava to melt you alive.
  33. 33.
    >There weren’t even puzzles! Or hidden spikes! Those were like the first thing in the book!
  34. 34.
    >Rather, it was designed much like some of the earlier Somnambulan pyramids were.
  35. 35.
    >The rooms were not meant to kill. They were meant to confuse and disorient.
  36. 36.
    >If a random pony had gone in without a plan, they would’ve likely gotten lost wandering through false doors and tunnels.
  37. 37.
    >Maybe ceilings would’ve collapsed, and enchanted entrances opened and closed.
  38. 38.
    >Much cheaper to trap and starve ponies to death than design elaborate systems, after all.
  39. 39.
    >Wouldn’t even need a temple guardian like Ahuizotl on duty all the time. Yeah, Daring could understand that.
  40. 40.
    >She shook her head, lightly chastising herself for getting too lost in thought.
  41. 41.
    >There may have been no monster for her to deal with, but last she saw, Dr. Caballeron was still hot on her tail. Time was still of the essence.
  42. 42.
    >Thankfully, she had her map, and Caballeron didn’t.
  43. 43.
    >That was definitely a boon. If it was drawn correctly, navigating the temple should be a piece of cake.
  44. 44.
    >Especially since she could read a map better than anypony else.
  45. 45.
    >With anticipation running through her, Daring briefly held her breath, cleared her thoughts, and stepped quietly into the temple entrance.
  46. 46.
     
  47. 47.
    >The first thing she noticed was the flickering torches hanging from the walls.
  48. 48.
    >Magically-lit eternal fires were an uncommon, but not unheard of, feature she’d encountered across her journeys.
  49. 49.
    >Back when civilization was more sparse, groups of ponies invented their own crude spells independently of each other.
  50. 50.
    >This meant that every eternal fire she’d come across was just a bit different.
  51. 51.
    >This one glowed a faint purple, although she could see a miasma of other colors within, too.
  52. 52.
    >She peered a bit closer.
  53. 53.
    >Brilliant and calming hues of orange and blue danced and competed for her attention against the flame’s gentle crackling.
  54. 54.
    >It welcomed her like a weary traveler.
  55. 55.
    >Ugh. Daring had a job to do. As much as she wanted to sit and relax, she reluctantly pulled her gaze away.
  56. 56.
    >Still, the warm dryness inside the temple contrasting with the humidity outside reminded her she was thirsty.
  57. 57.
    >She took a quick swig from her water canteen—ahh, that was the stuff—and pressed forward.
  58. 58.
    >Down the halls of flickering torches she went, skipping the false rooms.
  59. 59.
    >Occasionally, she touched the rough, mossy stone walls, feeling for structural integrity and potential traps left undocumented by the map.
  60. 60.
    >Her shadow cast on the walls and floors swayed back and forth as the flames almost rhythmically coordinated their movements.
  61. 61.
    >It gave Daring focus, which was good.
  62. 62.
    >Focus meant she had less chance of getting caught off guard.
  63. 63.
    >Things were going well so far, at least.
  64. 64.
    >Daring paused, and pulled out her map again.
  65. 65.
    >If it spoke the truth, there should be a false door right… here. Daring leaned against the left wall and pushed.
  66. 66.
    >Click. Bingo.
  67. 67.
    >As the secret pathway opened, some of the crude sculptures lining the ceiling of the entrance crumbled.
  68. 68.
    >Daring cringed a little.
  69. 69.
    >It was probably inevitable given the temple’s age, but they still served as an important portrait of a past era.
  70. 70.
    >Her educated guess was they served some sort of religious purpose.
  71. 71.
    >Probably some ancient deity meant to guide the souls of the deceased wandering the hallways.
  72. 72.
    >Ah, well. Daring took a deep breath and entered the pathway.
  73. 73.
    >As she inhaled, she could smell the dust and debris and age.
  74. 74.
    >She sneezed. Shaking her head and sniffling a bit, she found her thoughts a bit hazier than they were a moment ago.
  75. 75.
    >She sighed, mentally cursing the mustiness of the internal air.
  76. 76.
    >Now was not a good time to lose focus.
  77. 77.
    >She carefully shut the hidden door behind her. Hopefully that would throw Caballeron off a bit.
  78. 78.
    >Thankfully, a new set of torches welcomed her on the opposite side.
  79. 79.
    >She found herself being drawn just a bit closer to them as she walked, and her head cleared a bit.
  80. 80.
    >The colors of these flames were a bit different than the ones around the entrance.
  81. 81.
    >There was something within the oranges and blues, barely present, but still existent.
  82. 82.
    >All she needed to do was look a bit deeper.
  83. 83.
    >Maybe it was her imagination. Or maybe it was just something signifying she’d reached a deeper level within the temple.
  84. 84.
    >Not like it mattered that much, anyway. At most, it would remain a small note on her post-trip write-up.
  85. 85.
    >Daring licked her lips. She was thirsty again. Perhaps she could take a small break.
  86. 86.
    >As she drank, she sat on her haunches and observed the world around her.
  87. 87.
    >There was the crackling and flickering of the torches, of course.
  88. 88.
    >There were the mossy, crudely carved walls.
  89. 89.
    >Ah, there were drawings on some of the walls, too. She hadn’t noticed those.
  90. 90.
    >Her eyes traced back and forth across their free-form and lazy lines.
  91. 91.
    >She could no longer feel the air wafting from outside, but she could hear it. It breezed across the sides of the temple with a gentle *hushhhhh*.
  92. 92.
    >It was peaceful.
  93. 93.
    >So peaceful.
  94. 94.
    >But still too quiet.
  95. 95.
    >Daring had a mission to accomplish, after all. “Too quiet” was not a particularly good thing superstition-wise.
  96. 96.
    >Plus, Daring was not a pony who could stand “too quiet” for too long. It made her restless.
  97. 97.
    >Warily, she rose back to her hooves and continued, acknowledging her jumbled thoughts and slightly tensed stomach.
  98. 98.
    >Down the hallways she went, stepping through more dusty entrances and cramped rooms.
  99. 99.
    >Sometimes, she’d find walls caved in, and have to squeeze her way through.
  100. 100.
    >The map became like a familiar friend, guiding her with a sure hoof deeper into the temple.
  101. 101.
    >As she moved closer toward the temple’s center, the air became heavier.
  102. 102.
    >Daring felt an increasing pressure on her chest, and on her mind.
  103. 103.
    >The dust fogged her thoughts.
  104. 104.
    >She felt another yawn emerge.
  105. 105.
    >How much sleep had she gotten last night? She was sure it was plenty.
  106. 106.
    >And yet, she was still tired. Not physically, just mentally.
  107. 107.
    >It was quite different from how she’d ever felt across her previous adventures.
  108. 108.
    >Maybe it was just how straightforward the navigation seemed. There was no thrill, no action.
  109. 109.
    >At least the artwork on the walls of the temple was getting more intricate.
  110. 110.
    >She found her eyes lazily drifting around their contours, observing their roundness and flow.
  111. 111.
    >The flames complimented and accentuated their colors.
  112. 112.
    >Ah, the flames. She could no longer no longer pass them off as a trick of her mind.
  113. 113.
    >In a sea of disorientation, they were an island of focus. Their waves of overlapping and mingling colors gave her clarity and purpose.
  114. 114.
    >She felt herself being unconsciously drawn even closer toward them the more she ventured.
  115. 115.
    >They helped pull her forward. Not like a puppet on a string, but more like a foal following a line of candy.
  116. 116.
    >Her movements became as orderly as they were disorganized. Step, focus, step, focus.
  117. 117.
    >She pressed her hooves firmly on the cool, hard ground beneath her.
  118. 118.
    >It helped to break tasks down.
  119. 119.
    >Just one more hallway.
  120. 120.
    >Just one more entrance.
  121. 121.
    >Just one more crevice to squeeze through.
  122. 122.
    >She crouched, bending her body and smushing her limbs to fit through and-
  123. 123.
    >O-oh.
  124. 124.
    >A silent breath escaped her mouth.
  125. 125.
    >Daring felt her cheeks burn red. Quickly, she popped out on the other side and raised her hoof up to check.
  126. 126.
    >Yup, she could see the slight wetness. Embarrassed, she quickly rubbed it off on her vest.
  127. 127.
    >Rubbing her hoof against her nethers had been a complete accident.
  128. 128.
    >But still, even the brief contact had left her aroused.
  129. 129.
    >Why was that? Was the brain fog lowering her inhibitions?
  130. 130.
    >She may have been all alone, yes, but that was no excuse not to be unprofessional.
  131. 131.
    >Quickly, she brushed herself off and took a few deep, relaxing breaths.
  132. 132.
    >Her muscles still clenched a bit, but at least it was bearable. Off she went down the hall.
  133. 133.
    >Just one more hallway.
  134. 134.
    >Daring felt her restlessness return.
  135. 135.
    >Just one more entrance.
  136. 136.
    >Meditate. Focus your thoughts and energy. Focus your attention on the pretty lights as they guide you forward.
  137. 137.
    >Just one more crevice.
  138. 138.
    >Crouch. Squeeze. Moan.
  139. 139.
    >What.
  140. 140.
    >Faust, that wasn’t good.
  141. 141.
    >Her heat shouldn’t have arrived yet, right?
  142. 142.
    >She’d gone through worse than this, anyway.
  143. 143.
    >What was going on? Her thoughts were so fuzzy and mixed up and confusing.
  144. 144.
    >She needed to find the pendant.
  145. 145.
    >But her own needs. Her own needs…
  146. 146.
    >Without much thinking, her hoof began to inch ever closer backward.
  147. 147.
    >This time, she audibly gasped as it pressed against her marehood and she retracted it quickly, her breath shuddering.
  148. 148.
    >Stupid, stupid Daring.
  149. 149.
    >She gritted her teeth and shook off the liquids, ferociously shaking her head back and forth in a desperate attempt to snap out of it.
  150. 150.
    >She berated herself for having traversed the temple so slowly.
  151. 151.
    >Just get the damn pendant, she thought. And then get out.
  152. 152.
    >Just ignore the hazy thoughts and winding corridors.
  153. 153.
    >Just ignore your heavy breathing and the pressure on your body.
  154. 154.
    >Just ignore the mesmerizing torchlight and how it pulls your vision into those soft, welcoming colors.
  155. 155.
    >Just ignore the meandering artwork as it leads your eyes on their own journey along the temple walls.
  156. 156.
    >Just ignore your moaning as you squeeze and wander.
  157. 157.
    >…
  158. 158.
    >I can’t take it anymore.
  159. 159.
    >I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it I can’t I can’t I-
  160. 160.
    >And just like that, Daring turned one more corner and found herself facing the last central obstacle to her goal.
  161. 161.
     
  162. 162.
    >Her eyes greedily took in every sight, eagerly darting from one area to the next as she tried focusing on anything but her own self.
  163. 163.
    >Her first impression was that it looked like a giant atrium or greenhouse of sorts, except with the top completely sealed, minus a few crevices.
  164. 164.
    >That was where small cracks of sunshine seeped through, as did pockets of fresh air.
  165. 165.
    >Importantly, it was roomy. Daring stretched her wings in relief and flew toward the ceiling.
  166. 166.
    >She took quick but deep breaths, filling her lungs with fresh air.
  167. 167.
    >It cleared her head a little, but much less than she wanted. Her mind was still filled with chaos, and worse, lust.
  168. 168.
    >At least the chirping of birds and the whooshing of wind outside gave her something to smile about.
  169. 169.
    >It was a small ray of hope.
  170. 170.
    >She turned her head and looked at the ground, and saw a single tunnel leading downwards.
  171. 171.
    >Above the tunnel, within the circular room, was a single massive drawing that confirmed her expectations, and now, fears.
  172. 172.
    >She pulled out her map again and double checked to make sure it lined up.
  173. 173.
    >It did. There was no doubting there was a maze underneath.
  174. 174.
    >At its center, the pendant would be waiting for her.
  175. 175.
    >As her wings beat rhythmically, she found her eyes tracing the path along the artwork of the circular maze.
  176. 176.
    >It spiraled around and around, pulling her in.
  177. 177.
    >The art was beautiful, too. As her eyes followed the correct path, the art drew her attention away.
  178. 178.
    >It sent her vision across their own wavy lines, distracting her and forcing her to keep starting over.
  179. 179.
    >Back and forth her eyes went. Around and around.
  180. 180.
    >Unconsciously, her wingbeats began to slow, and she drifted closer towards the ground.
  181. 181.
    >Her breathing slowed down again.
  182. 182.
    >Finally, she figured she’d checked the correct path enough times.
  183. 183.
    >Calmly, she walked over to the tunnel and began to descend.
  184. 184.
    >Down she went, deeper and deeper into the heart of the temple.
  185. 185.
    >The air began to feel a bit more oppressive again, as was the pressure on her mind.
  186. 186.
    >Not that she paid it much attention anymore.
  187. 187.
    >As she saw the maze, it took her breath away.
  188. 188.
    >Here, the design on the walls was vastly different to the crude stonework outside. There was glasswork.
  189. 189.
    >The torches in the maze combined with the peeking rays of sunshine outside to create a dazzling display of color.
  190. 190.
    >Daring felt her mouth curl into a loopy smile.
  191. 191.
    >It was gorgeous.
  192. 192.
    >But she had to keep moving forward. So she did.
  193. 193.
    >She entered the maze and took a right, letting herself bask in the colors.
  194. 194.
    >Around she went.
  195. 195.
    >As she walked, the pressure on her mind grew. She began to feel a bit more lightheaded.
  196. 196.
    >There was a low humming now; she didn’t know from where. Her mind hummed and buzzed along with it.
  197. 197.
    >Around she went. Around and around spiraling closer to the center.
  198. 198.
    >Tracing the maze with her eyes was one thing, but having to actually traverse it was another.
  199. 199.
    >It seemed to stretch on for so long.
  200. 200.
    >And her mind was moving so slowly. She felt herself let go a bit as her thoughts began to wander.
  201. 201.
    >She thought about how she felt before finding the maze, and how frustrated she was.
  202. 202.
    >There was no room for frustration anymore. Just… heaviness.
  203. 203.
    >Perhaps she’d been going about it all wrong.
  204. 204.
    >Why had she been pushing herself so hard to ignore everything? It wasn’t pleasant for her.
  205. 205.
    >Maybe embracing it would propel her instead.
  206. 206.
    >Yes, that sounded right.
  207. 207.
    >Against the backdrop of her own jumbled thoughts, Daring began to focus on the environment around her instead.
  208. 208.
    >The low humming of the atmosphere.
  209. 209.
    >The refractions and reflections of the glasswork and the oscillating torchlight.
  210. 210.
    >Just give in.
  211. 211.
    >The rhythmic cycles of hot air and cold gusts that blew from the cracks outside.
  212. 212.
    >The chirping of the birds that seemed almost metronomic now.
  213. 213.
    >It feels so nice to give in.
  214. 214.
    >The spiraling pattern of the maze drawing her in, deeper and deeper.
  215. 215.
    >Yes, she felt so nice. Her hooves raised up and down, marching as if she was an obedient soldier.
  216. 216.
    >Such a good girl. You deserve a break.
  217. 217.
    >Daring stopped in her tracks. Yes, she’d figured it out. Maybe rewarding herself with a break would be nice.
  218. 218.
    >She realized her mouth was dry.
  219. 219.
    >When was the last time she’d drank water?
  220. 220.
    >Her canteen was almost empty now. She greedily poured out the last drops.
  221. 221.
    >She was still thirsty.
  222. 222.
    >But Faust, she was something else, too.
  223. 223.
    >She’d been blocking it out of her mind as best she could, but it was too much to ignore in the moment.
  224. 224.
    >Her clit had never stopped winking, had it?
  225. 225.
    >It wasn’t right.
  226. 226.
    >But it felt so good to give in.
  227. 227.
    >She was all alone, wasn’t she? She was so close to her goal. It wouldn’t hurt to just…
  228. 228.
    >Ohhh.
  229. 229.
    >Her legs twitched and she moaned deeply as her hoof drifted all the way down.
  230. 230.
    >Every touch caused her to mew and writhe.
  231. 231.
    >So good. More.
  232. 232.
    >Her hoof began to trace circles as her marehood grew wet. Circles just like the maze, and the torchfire around her.
  233. 233.
    >She squirmed, continuing to tease herself. Pleasure coursed through her as soft moans escaped her lips.
  234. 234.
    >It was so hard to think now. Her thoughts were so cloudy and hazy.
  235. 235.
    >Much easier to give in.
  236. 236.
    >Much easier to let the rhythm and spirals around her take control.
  237. 237.
    >Her hoof spiraled closer and closer towards its perfect, final destination.
  238. 238.
    >Her limbs wriggled and convulsed. Her breath came quicker and quicker.
  239. 239.
    >She was close. She could feel it. Her heart beat fast. The world around her seemed to fade away.
  240. 240.
    >Her tongue lolled out as her head grew lighter. She rubbed and moaned and shook and-
  241. 241.
    >Her juices splattered messily on the ground below her as her climax crashed through and her clit winked furiously. She was in pure bliss.
  242. 242.
    >She lost track of how long it continued. Her entire body convulsed as she sweat and gasped for air.
  243. 243.
    >As more of her liquids dripped down, she wondered if she’d ever felt greater pleasure.
  244. 244.
    >But she was so tired. It was so hard to think straight.
  245. 245.
    >And she was still so thirsty. She had to drink.
  246. 246.
    >She grasped at straws in her lust-addled mind until something made sense.
  247. 247.
    >Like a wild animal, she bent down and began lapping at her own marecum.
  248. 248.
    >It tasted like honey. Like nectar. It was delicious.
  249. 249.
    >She continued licking until it was all gone. The fog in her mind was her everything now.
  250. 250.
    >Still, she needed more.
  251. 251.
    >Stumbling to her feet, she began drunkenly staggering back toward the center of the maze.
  252. 252.
    >Blood pumped through her head as the world blurred around her.
  253. 253.
    >She needed to keep going. Somehow, she knew the center of the maze, and the pendant, would save her.
  254. 254.
    >Around and around she went. It was easier to just go where the flames and the light wanted her to now.
  255. 255.
    >Just when she felt she was about to collapse, there it was.
  256. 256.
    >Finally, finally the center of the maze opened up. She was here.
  257. 257.
    >A small but ornate fountain, bubbling with natural spring water, awaited her.
  258. 258.
    >She didn’t know whether to scream or cry for joy.
  259. 259.
    >She leapt toward it, her lips gleefully meeting its surface. Loud slurping resonated as she gulped the water down without restraint.
  260. 260.
    >The pressure on her mind felt like it was about to explode. It was as if her thoughts were at war with themselves.
  261. 261.
    >She was still aroused. No, twice as aroused as before.
  262. 262.
    >As she finally withdrew from the fountain’s surface with a loud gasp, her thirst finally quenched, her hips bucked as she leaned against the fountain’s edge.
  263. 263.
    >She didn’t know how, but it felt like the pressure, the atmosphere was invading her every orifice.
  264. 264.
    >She bucked again. Her hoof darted downwards, thoughts of foreplay evaporating as she chased paradise.
  265. 265.
    >Stroke. Buck.
  266. 266.
    >Stroke. Buck.
  267. 267.
    >She bit her lip and groaned.
  268. 268.
    >*Yes, mistress.*
  269. 269.
    >Where… where did that thought come from?
  270. 270.
    >*Yes, mistress.*
  271. 271.
    >So hard to think. It wasn’t her place to question the thoughts.
  272. 272.
    >”Yes, mistress.” Her lips parted to speak the words. They weighed right in her mouth.
  273. 273.
    >A wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body, leaving her shuddering and quivering again.
  274. 274.
    >Stroke. Buck.
  275. 275.
    >*Yes, mistress.*
  276. 276.
    >”Yes, mistress.” Daring parroted the words like a good puppet. It felt correct in her head.
  277. 277.
    >She moaned again as her knees began to shake. The pleasure came in waves.
  278. 278.
    >Though her vision swam with spirals and the transcendent light show around her, out of the corner of the eye, she saw glittering.
  279. 279.
    >The pendant.
  280. 280.
    >She ignored her quaking body for just long enough to plunge a hoof into the water, triumphantly scooping it out.
  281. 281.
    >It was euphoric. She’d done it.
  282. 282.
    >With a woozy grin plastered across her face, she lifted it with both forehooves and placed it over and down her own neck.
  283. 283.
    >The moment it fell in place, a few things immediately shifted.
  284. 284.
    >She felt fuller and more filled than even before.
  285. 285.
    >And she couldn’t explain the sensation, but it was as if a warm, heavy blanket had slid over her mind.
  286. 286.
    >She bucked and shuddered again. She no longer needed her hoof to do the work.
  287. 287.
    >More. She needed more. Her voice lilted as she moaned.
  288. 288.
    >She was so tired. But so close.
  289. 289.
    >She was panting now. Her moans came faster and harder and her wings were fluttering and she tossed her head back and
  290. 290.
    >screamed
  291. 291.
    >it was ecstasy
  292. 292.
    >bliss as she’d never felt before
  293. 293.
    >Her vision went white as her second orgasm hit.
  294. 294.
    >Her muscles clamped and convulsed as the juices flowed freely, and she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
  295. 295.
    >Basking in her afterglow, Daring felt her body go limp, unwilling to move.
  296. 296.
    >She was spent.
  297. 297.
    >*Sleep.*
  298. 298.
    >With her urges satisfied and her quest concluded, there was nothing more she wanted to do.
  299. 299.
    >As her vision faded to black, she felt her brain itching, as if being scratched.
  300. 300.
    >*This is normal.*
  301. 301.
    >Yes, it was normal to feel that way. She acknowledged the thought plainly.
  302. 302.
    >She closed her eyes and let sleep consume her.
  303. 303.
     
  304. 304.
    >When Daring awoke, it was with a clear and refreshed mind.
  305. 305.
    >She presumed she’d slept for a few hours. Looking up, the light from outside was dim. It was nighttime.
  306. 306.
    >A cool wind gently breezed around her.
  307. 307.
    >Then, memories of before she’d fallen asleep hit her.
  308. 308.
    >She gasped as she was hit with a new wave of arousal. Her tail instinctually flagged.
  309. 309.
    >But the shame. And embarrassment.
  310. 310.
    >She was Daring Freaking Do. What had-
  311. 311.
    >Her eyes unfocused for a brief moment, and she blinked rapidly.
  312. 312.
    >No. There was nothing shameful or wrong in what she had done. She didn’t know what she was so worried about.
  313. 313.
    >What was she doing here, again?
  314. 314.
    >She glanced down at the pendant against her chest and gripped it lovingly.
  315. 315.
    >That was right.
  316. 316.
    >She’d come here for the pendant, and she’d succeeded. Now she was to leave and take the pendant and her mistress inside with her.
  317. 317.
    >Daring felt herself calmly climb to her hooves.
  318. 318.
    >She brushed herself off and began to walk.
  319. 319.
    >As she navigated out the maze, out the atrium, out the twisting corridors, the path seemed to give way to her.
  320. 320.
    >How strange, she wondered. For it to be so much easier exiting the temple than entering it.
  321. 321.
    >The torchlight flickered much more calmly now, as if satisfied with something.
  322. 322.
    >On her way out, she paused. Dr. Caballeron was lying on the ground.
  323. 323.
    >He lay whimpering and shuddering in a pile of his own cum, his cock twitching helplessly.
  324. 324.
    >This was not a surprise to Daring. It simply meant he had succumbed much earlier than she had.
  325. 325.
    >Dr. Caballeron saw her, too. His eyes widened upon spotting the pendant dangling from her neck.
  326. 326.
    >Continuing to whimper and squeak, he began crawling toward her like a sad puppy.
  327. 327.
    >It was good, seeing his unquestioning devotion for the pendant.
  328. 328.
    >But this wasn’t the right time. She trotted past him, ignoring his protests as he tailed after her.
  329. 329.
    >Eventually, they reached the temple entrance. It felt good being outside again.
  330. 330.
    >The moon shone brightly and crickets chirped in the underbrush.
  331. 331.
    >Daring took a deep breath and savored the night air.
  332. 332.
    >She took one more step outside the temple.
  333. 333.
    >One more step out the jungle, and toward civilization.

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