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

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