Applejack knocked the door again. Rainbow Dash had come through, sort of, and found another ruin to look through. Although, if Dash was being completely honest it was less of a ruin and more of an abandoned house. Still, if it belonged to an unicorn there was a good chance for any of the magical items left to be worth something to collectors.

A little treasure was certainly better than no treasure.

“Durn it Fluttershy, open the durned door!”

“Ummm… No, go away, please.”

“Fluttershy, Rainbow found a place that might have some treasure, now she’s a gonna fetch Endymion, and yer a gonna come with me.”

“No! I… I can’t!”

Applejack let out a sigh, “Okay, why cain’t ya?”

“P...Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Ah…”

“Pinkie Promise.”

“Seriously? Fine, Cross ma heart, hope ta fly, stick a cupcake in ma eye...Ouch! Okay, I dun went and made it, so open up.”

There was a shifting sound, and the door opened. Fluttershy wasn’t in her normal priestess robes, but instead she was a light pink bathrobe that had Rarity’s cutie mark sewn into the edge of it. There was a faint smell, and Fluttershy seemed to be walking a little funny.

Applejack’s eyes widened, “Yer in heat?!”

Fluttershy nodded, “I… I am, and I’ve got a cucumber stuck…”

“Ya what?”

Fluttershy covered her face, “I… Last night I was really trying to get some relief, and I bent over the bed, and used a cucumber, and moved my tail…”

“Sol, no, jest no, Ah dun’t wanna know that bad.”

Fluttershy looked at the floor, “AJ… Please, I need somepony to help me get it out.”

“Oh for Sol’s sake… Yer serious? Sol durn it, Alright, but Ah ain’t yer special somepony, ya got that? Ah tend ta like the stallions, ya hear?”

Fluttershy nodded, saying, “I know… Please?”

AJ odded, and the two of them walked toward Fluttershy’s bedroom. She bent over the bed and AJ could notice how her tail was hiked up higher than normal. Fluttershy spread her cheeks apart, and there, just barely poking out was the end of the cucumber. She could see Fluttershy’s anal ring contracting around it, and if the end was anything to go by Fluttershy took a might big cucumber up there.

“Shy, Ah need ya ta relax. Ah’m a gonna havta reach in a little. And mah hand is a mite bigg’r than yer tailhole…”

“Mm Hmm.. Please… be gentle.”

Cursing silently to herself AJ felt the end of the cucumber. If she pushed too much it might push it up into Fluttershy’s tailhole a little further. But other than getting something like a metal prong to get into the end sticking out… There wasn’t a whole lot of choices.

“Ah’m a goin’ in.”

“Wait… Umm… There’s some… oil over there… could, you please, pretty please, put some on your hand so it doesn’t go in dry?”

“Okay, okay, jest hold on a sec.”

Applejack grabbed the bottle and saw that it was something a pony had to pick up at Bit and Bridle - The Adult Mare’s Store. She opened the bottle and was greeted to the smell of a stallion’s cock. She looked at Fluttershy, “Ya seriously want ma to pour this on ma hand?”

“Please?”

She poured a bit out, letting it cover her hand, trying desperately to think of anything else other than the fact that her hand was going up her friend’s tailhole, and it was going up there to get a cucumber that her friend had put up there. Once her hand was good and covered she took a seat, breathed out, and looked ahead.

“Relax.”

“Okay… I’m reLAXEEEEEDDDDD!”

Fluttershy’s wings stuck straight out, her mouth was biting down on a rabbit shaped pillow, and she was moaning. AJ almost pulled her fingers out right then. She felt Fluttershy move, her hips pushing toward her.

“Eeeeeenope! Ah ain’t gonna help ya get off!”

“AJ I’m sorry, please, please help me get it out.”

She groaned, “Fine, jest don’t go acting like yer a gittin’ off on it.”

She pushed her fingers back in, and Flutters seemed relaxed. Really relaxed, and a moment later there was a thunderous sound of a massive fart. AJ looked at her butter yellow friend.

“Seriously?”

Still, the cucumber began to move, slowly coming out, and AJ pulled her fingers out, grabbing the bulk of the end with her fingernails, and pulled it on loose. Big hadn’t been the word. The Cucumber was twelve inches long, at least four inches around, and judging by Fluttershy’s tailhole it had been in there a while.

“It’s out, and we ain’t never gonna speak of this again.”

Fluttershy looked back at her, “Thank you.”

“Uh huh… Fluttershy, not that it’s any of ma business, but why did ya want such a big one fer? Was ya a thinkin’ ‘bout somepony?”

Fluttershy’s face turned red and she covered it with that rabbit shaped pillow.

“Endymion! Open up! I found out where some treasure is!”

Rainbow Dash waited, as she heard activity from the behind door. She couldn’t really tell what was going on on the other side, but it sounded like ponies getting untangled. She’d seen that a time or two while working for the Ponyville weather team. Sometimes, in the rush of a setting up or knocking down a storm, ponies would inevitably fly into each other. The worst she’d seen was an impossible tangle of Pegasi that was started when Muffins accidentally flew in the path of Cloudchaser. A nine pony pile up…

What was going inside the Golden oak was not such a pile up, but from what scents Dash was getting and the sounds from within, it felt like somepony had themselves a thorough rutting. It was getting close to that time, when mares like herself would start getting frisky and while she wasn’t completely immune to the heat, she had a few methods of sating it. If she did find a stallion who’d be willing, she wouldn’t say no to a romp in the hay, but she would need a contraceptive spell from either Twilight or Rarity. Rarity might not be the all around arcane genius Twilight was, but she knew a few anti-pregnancy spells. Dash thought she may need to avail herself of either unicorns magical skills before long.

So lost in thought Dash was, she didn’t register the door of the library open. When she did, and it took the snapping of fingers to do so, Dash caught sight of a very disheveled but very content Twilight. The unicorn mage still had on her nightclothes. (And Dash was surprised to discover her nerdy, bookworm of a friend had a hidden boudoir of very slinky lingerie, if the paper thin chemise she saw sliding off of Twilight’s shoulder was any indication.) Shaking her head of confuddlment, Dash stepped forward to peer inside the library.

“Hey, Twi,” Dash greeted.

“H-hello, Rainbow Dash!” Twilight exclaimed, “W-what are you doing here?”

“I gotta speak with Endymion,” Dash explained, “I got us a new adventuring gig and I need to get him up to speed so we can raid it.”

“Um, what sort of instance is this?” Twilight asked.

“I’ll let you know when I see Endymion,” Dash said, “seriously, is he in there?”

“I’m here,” came the Crown Prince’s voice, “sorry for the delay, I was getting decent.”

“A little late for that, ya daft wanker,” Dash said darkly, “you wanna hear this or not?”

Dash could see, from the sliver of the open doorway, Endymion slipping on a pair of trousers, his shirt and waist coat undone and showing his broad chest. A small flush rose in Dash, but she suppressed it. She didn’t have a thing for the Crown Prince so that reaction was a subtle symptom of an early heat. Buck it, Dash thought, stupid bucking hormones.

After a brief moment, Endymion arrived at the doorway. He gave Twilight a chaste kiss before she fled upstairs, likely to get changed.

“You hungry?” Endymion asked Dash, “I’m starved.”

“Ha!” Dash barked, “With two mares to satisfy every night, it’s a wonder you’re to dry as a bone!”

“Would you like to test that hypothesis?” Endymion asked with a cheeky grin, then, “Come on in, Spike is making pancakes.”

“Spike is cooking?” Dash asked, “Okay, count me in!”

Coming into the library she was hit with the smell of lavender incense, sex, and pancakes. Her eyes drifted over to Endymion as they walked toward the table. They took a seat, and Twilight soon came back down along with Pinkie Pie. The Pink mare was wearing what looked like a shirt and a pair of boxers, and Twilight was wearing a skirt that came down mid thigh, and a blue button up blouse. Rainbow Dash looked at it, trying to figure out why it looked so familiar, but she soon dismissed it.

The group took a seat, and moments later Rainbow saw Spike coming out. She could see the way the Drake had grown, remembering how just a year before he was considerably shorter, but over the last year he had gotten taller, certainly nearly as tall as Fluttershy herself. She also noticed the definition of muscle on his arms and chest. At that she quit looking. This was one of her best friend’s son, or assistant, or brother, well something, and she wasn’t going to mentally rut somepony, or dragon, that was obviously off limits.

Spike began dividing up the pancakes, leaving a bottle of maple syrup, and heading back into the kitchen for his own plate. He took a seat at the far end of the table, allowing himself to spread out and relax his tail without letting it knock anything over. Everypony, including Rainbow, tucked into their pancakes, with Pinkie making slurping sounds as she drowned hr stack in syrup.

Dash was enjoying the food immensely. Even in spite of the conditions she walked into this place with, the pancakes helped in removing a great deal of her trepidation of coming in. Spike had really outdone himself this time, mixing a healthy dose of heather and walnuts into the batter. The chromatic Pegasus couldn’t remember the last time she ate so well; her adventurers diet had consisted of stale bread and hay jerky, sometimes the occasional pint of mead.

While she ate, she noticed that Endymion was having some trouble concentrating on his food. She’d seen stallions getting head before, with the mares ducking under the table for a little afternoon delight. Endymion wasn’t any old stallion, but he certainly looked the part, with the beads of sweat and the mumbled praise that Dash could just barely hear. The only thing wrong with that scene, in Dash’s mind, was both Twilight and Pinkie were visible at the table and she was certain that Spike didn’t swing that way. (She had known the drake for years and his infatuation with Rarity was the worst kept secret in Ponyville. She also still had eyes on his tail, which was presently pouring milk from a pitcher to everyone at the table.)

“So, R…Rainbo..w… W.. Oh Sol, what’s this adventure yo...you’re wanting to t..talk about?”

Endymion was trying to be straight faced. He was trying to behave, and he looked to see Twilight using her magic to eat the pancakes with. It was a perfect cover to the invisible mouth that was currently licking and sucking on his stiffening cock. He was about to say something when he felt it take him deeper. He looked over at Twilight who was smiling, and looking innocent.

“Endy, are you…” Pinkie’s eyes widened as she sat there.

She looked at Twilight as she felt something pulling her panties to the side, a delicate tongue slipping into her marehood, and at the same time the same invisible mouth was beginning to suckle on her clit. The pancakes on Pinkie’s plate began to be forgotten, which certainly not something she’d normally do. Her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out. Rainbow Dash noticed how her eyes got a sort of dazed look to them, and again, she’d seen this kind of behavior before. Like with stallions it happened when a mare had a stallion, or mare, friend that went under the table, pulled their hips forward, and proceeded to eat them out. But nopony was under there. She looked to the end of the table, and Spike was happily munching on his pancakes.

Her eyebrow arched as she looked back. Something was certainly going on. She watched as Pinkie Pie went from looking dazed to leaning back, scooting her legs and waist further under the table, Endymion was doing something similar, and Twilight was still casually eating her pancakes.

“Spike, these taste better than normal,” Twilight said.

“Uh huh, you know, I get that I’m old enough to know what you guys are doing, but maybe wait until I’m completely out of earshot. I mean I’m glad that you like the pancakes, but seriously I’m like anypony else, I don’t want to hear my mom…”

Twilight raised an eyebrow at him, “And what about the times I’ve heard a certain pony’s name…”

“Wow, breakfast was so good, yeah, I’ve… got dishes to get too. Good seeing you Rainbow.”

With that Spike was up, taking his plate, leaving Pinkie’s, Endymion’s, Rainbow’s, and Twilight’s there. He disappeared into the kitchen and the door closed.

“So, he’s still in love with Rarity?”

Twilight nodded, “He is, and to be honest I had hoped it was just a schoolcolt crush, but he’s really hung up on her.”

Rainbow looked toward the kitchen, “Who knows, maybe in a couple of years Rarity will see the light. If not, maybe somepony else will come along and sweep him off his claws.”

“You mean like Scootaloo?”

Rainbow laughed, “Yeah, no. I love the Squirt, but she’s too hung on the fact she can fly. I mean, she finally gets it down, and she’s barely been down here to see anypony since. I think she visits Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, but I’ve seen her more in Cloudsdale than in Ponyville.”

“Oh sweet merciful Sol…” Endymion moaned before he almost went slack.

Rainbow Dash looked at Twilight and noticed that she was swallowing something, but she hadn’t taken a bite. Her eyes widened, realizing what had been happening at the table while they were eating.

“Ummm… Yeah, lookit, Endymion, why don’t you meet us at Lucky’s in about an hour… I’d say that would be good, just meet us there then, and I’ll see ya!”

Dash stuffed the last of her panckes into her mouth and rushed out of the library. She hoped to Sol that Twilight, Pinkie, and Endymion would get their collected lust out their systems. She decided to swing on by Fluttershy’s place and check on AJ’s progress with the Sol Priestess. It wouldn’t take much to get Fluttershy on board with a raid, given that is what her order lives to do. Sol wasn’t just The God of Light and Life, he was also the Lord of War. He was the patron saint of warriors and adventurers.

Her flight to Shy’s cottage was uneventful and as she landed, she detected nothing out of the ordinary. There was the cottage, Fluttershy’s chicken coop, the pig pen where a few happy looking swine were rolling in the mud, another pen filled with frolicking puppies, and a small gully where minnows and guppies swam, fed by a small pond where frogs sunned themselves. Dash walked up the cottage door and opened it up, to find AJ washing her hands in the kitchen sink and a half nude Fluttershy fanning her plot over the couch.

“Sol damn it,” she muttered, “I gotta learn to knock first.”

Applejack looks up from the sink and smiles at Rainbow, waving her in.

“Hey there,” the farm pony warrior says, “didn’t hear ya there.”

“Uh huh,” Dash grunts, then pointing to Fluttershy, “can you explain what’s going on here?”

“Eenope,” AJ states simply.

“What about you, ‘Shy?” Dash asks, “care to point in me in the direction of some answers?”

“Going into heat,” Flutters responds in a breath, “came early this year.”

“O-kay,” Dash murmurs, “whelp, did AJ tell you about this sweet new adventure I conjured up?”

The Sol Priestess’ head shoots right up, her ears perked up in excitement, “Adventure? You found us a new adventure?!”

“I sure did,” Dash beams, “and it sounds like a sweet raid. Abandoned unicorn estate, been derelict for centuries, plenty of local folk tales about it, the place has to be brimming with treasure!”

“Okay!” Shy exclaims, “I’m in!”

“Ah’m already committed,” AJ says, “so, we meetin’ at Lucky’s?”

“Yep!” Dash exclaims, “Endymion will be there, too, once he and his mares get their collective heads out of their plots. You won’t believe what I saw them doing at the breakfast table, with Spike right there!”

“Cain’t be any weirder than what was agoin’ on here,” AJ says darkly, “well, come on, let’s get hit lucky’s. After’n this mornin’, Ah could use an ale or three.”

“Oh, uh,” Fluttershy squeaks as she gathers up her robes, “wait for me!”

AJ was used to a few things. Stallions looking at her, but never really approaching her, the calm right before a massive storm that was scheduled, and of course seeing the entire town basically abandoned when most of the mares began going into heat. Right now it was edging toward being abandoned. There was stallions here, and some of them seemed to be eyeing Rainbow, Fluttershy, and herself.

She looked toward the bar and saw Lucky eyeing them for a moment, nodding, and sending over three mugs of Ale. AJ took a mug, sipped it, and felt the comfort of the amber liquid as it slid down her throat. She let out a satisfied groan, happy to be able to drink, not worry about vegetables being where they weren’t supposed to be, and simply wait for Endymion to show up.

The first mug turned into two, and then it turned into four. AJ would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the first stirring of her estrus as well. It was fairly easy to contain, and normally she worked, or went on an adventure, or did something to get through it. Sure, she wasn’t a stranger to the idea of getting together with a stallion, but being a bit of a traditionalist, she didn’t go for birth control spells. Nope, if Sol wanted ponies to screw whenever, however, even during their estrus, he’d given stallions the ability to cap the flow, or time it perfect enough to pull out. It wasn’t a popular thought, and she knew that, but it’s how she felt.

Nothing wrong with letting a friend help you through your estrus, but most of the time she just dealt with it on her own. Stripping off, working, swimming, and just keeping her mind and body busy. The door opened and she saw Endymion. He looked tired, but happy. Course, any stallion that was crazy enough to marry two mares, especially one that was Pinkie Pie, well, he’d have to be a little touched in the head.

“Pinkie and Twilight aren’t coming right?”

Rainbow’s question seemed a little apprehensive.

“Not right now, although they might be coming in later to get a mug of ale.”

She nodded, and waited for him to get his mug, take a seat, and sip from the amber liquid, “So, what’s this adventure you wanted to talk about?”

The road leading to the former estate of Iron Sides was dusty, hot, and barren of trees. There was no shade to rest in or tender to start a fire with. The journey there had consisted of small talk, a cloying smell that pervaded the camp at night and many cold rational. Eventually, though, the party arrived on fringe of the estate ground, where numerous dying crabapple trees sprung out from the withered grounds of the estate. No pegasus had ever visited this land with a cloud in many a season. Such was the fate of any traitor to the crown.

“Well, isn’t this cheery?” Dash asked apropos to nothing.

“Derelict estate, check,” Endymion commented, “withering garden, check; creepy as buck mansion, check,” a pause, then, “unexpected adventuring group that may be rivals, uncheck?”

“What are you talking about?” Dash said, then she saw Endymion pointing to a group coming over a hill on the estate grounds.

“No, no, this can’t be happening!” Fluttershy cried, “There is no way he can be here!”

“‘He?’” AJ asked, “Wait, ya know that feller wondering down yonder?”

Fluttershy nods, to concerned grimaces of her teammates. Meanwhile, the lead stallion of the group, a pale Pegasus wearing Sol Order robes, rushes ahead with a broad smile on his face. The messy top knot of his mane is reflected in his threadbare robes and rusted stave, but there is a veteran air around the stallion as he approaches. He finally stops in front of the party, smile still broad, his arms opened wide.

“SIS!” The stallion exclaims.

“No!” Dash murmurs, “Of all the daft, dozy, cunts we have to meet, it has to be this guy?!”

“Uh, somepony wanna tell me what’s going on?” Endymion asks.

“Well, it’s not I can keep it a secret,” Fluttershy moans, “Endymion, everypony, I want to meet my brother, Zephyr Breeze.”

“Priest Zephyr Breeze,” the stallion corrects, “we both hold the same rank, ya know?”

“Please, don’t remind me,” Fluttershy moans, “what are you doing here, Zephyr?”

“Well, I don’t know if you heard,” Zephyr starts, “but I recently, very recently, came into my own champion. She should be coming soon… Oh, Flurry! Why don’t you come and meet my sister and her companions?”

“Certainly,” says the mare who marches up next to Zephyr.

Endymion eyes are drawn not just to the Sol Priest’s female companion, but to the rest of his party. The mare isn’t an Equestrian. He’d seen enough diplomats from Saddle Arabia to know that was where this mare originates from. The elderly stallion that walks in her shadow is also a Saddle Arabian, although his dark coat puts him in mind of the infamous Neighponese ninja. He even has a sword that resembles their fabled katanas. The last of their party is a filly, and a young one, school aged at best, that is garbed in the robes of another order. Endymion isn’t sure which one it is, but it isn’t Sol or Faust, so it could any number of minor religious sects that exist throughout Equestria.

Endymion watched the mare, seeing her lean muscle, knowing that she was somepony that had trained, and often. The way her muscles didn’t bunch or cord up was a hint of a more flowing training. His mother’s own muscles were much the same, and while she practiced Steel Way, she also practiced Still Way and Hoof-fu. Those two called for grace over power. This mare, she had grace over power in spades. Deciding to practice a little diplomacy, and maybe even find out what was going on, Endymion walked toward the mare, noticing that the elderly stallion was watching him like a hawk.

“Hi, so, you’re here for an adventure?”

She nodded, a pleasant smile crossing her face, “Yes, actually I am. Zephyr informed me of it, and explained that such an adventure would be a good starting place to test myself.”

He grinned, extended his hand, and she took it. He gave a firm handshake, not overbearing, and looked toward the mansion, “Sounds good. That’s what we’re doing here as well.”

“HEY! DON’T GO TELLING THEM!”

He looked at Rainbow Dash, “Rainbow, we don’t know if there’s treasure in there anyway.”

“Treasure?”

He looked back at the mare, “Yeah, treasure, trinkets, or sometimes just good old fashioned bits.”

“Is that why ponies go on adventure, for money?”

“Of course it is! Why else does anypony do anything?! They get up and go on adventures for the bits! Good, old fashioned bits, and anyone who says different is a Diamond Dog cock stuffed Cunt!”

“Rainbow Dash! Language!” Fluttershy exhorts.

Rainbow looked back to Fluttershy, “Sorry.”

“Lookit, it ain’t gonna do any of us any good ta jest stay out here. Ah say we all go in, and try not ta get in anypony’s way. Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair enough,” said the older stallion, “we shall pursue our own interests here and should our paths cross, we shall expedite whatever interests we have so as not to be a burden.”

“Are we settled then?” Endymion asks.

“Yes, just about,” the mare says, “Allow me to introduce myself first. I am- Flurry Heart.”

Endymion nods, adding, “My name is Endymion Everfree. These are my companions, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy.”

“I have heard of Lady Fluttershy,” Flurry states, “next to adventuring, it is all that Monsieur Breeze will speak of.”

“I may have gone a teeny bit overboard,” Zephyr admits as Fluttershy blushes, “oh, I should introduce the rest of my team! You already know Flurry Heart, so the colt that treads behind her is Steeljack. The filly is called Amber. She’s a disciple of The Megan. Don’t let her size fool you, she’s one tough cookie.”

The name Steeljack rings a bell for Endymion, though it seems the rest of his party seems unaware of the title. His mind wanders to a day when The Saddle Arabians arrived to see his mother and with them was a stallion of average height and weight who bore a powerful menace upon him. He didn’t think that this Steeljack was the same stallion because if that were so, Endymion knew he’d be well in his retirement by now.

“Fine, everypony good?” Rainbow Dash practically growled, “Then let's get inside!”

Walking up to the old manor one of the first things that Endymion noticed was a distinct smell. It seemed to be wafting up from inside of the manor, almost the smell of birth and rot all at the same time. Endymion reached forward and he felt a very familiar energy. His mother’s energy covered the door.

He touched it, feeling the warmth of his mother spreading through him, and it pushed him back, almost as if he were still a small colt, and his mother was gently pushing him away from a cookie jar since it was far too early for snacks. Rainbow touched the door, and his mother’s energy wasn’t nearly as gentle. An invisible force lifted Rainbow, and tossed her into the air. Her wings unfolded, and she flapped them to keep from falling.

“What gives?”

“They’re sealed.”

The young filly was the first to say something, “A powerful magic user sealed them away.”

“Endymion, do you think that you could break the seal?”

He looked at Fluttershy, “I could try to, but this isn’t a normal seal. I don’t know how to say it, but it’s still connected to the caster.”

“Then the caster would be ancient.”

The young filly looked at him, “Oh, I see, the Princess of this nation, she cast it.”

Fluttershy looked at the doors again. If Princess Luna cast the spell, then there wouldn’t be any breaking it. Especially if she was still connected to the seal. Of course that would explain why the seal was so gentle removing Endymion, and so harsh removing Rainbow Dash. It might just be Princess Luna’s subconscious, but she’d know the feeling of her son’s energy. Naturally she would want no harm to come to him, especially if it was something she could prevent.

“Anypony else smell that?” Endymion asked as he began walking around, sniffing the air, trying to find the smell that was coming up.

He smelled it through the doors, or thought he did, but when the wind changed the direction of the smell changed. He followed it until he found a large stone in front of a an old weeping willow tree that looked as though it was nearly dead. Endymion felt the stone, and touched it. Unlike with the front door there was a different kind of magic there.

“I think I found a way in.”

Rainbow floated over and landed, “What is it?”

He looked at her, “I think it’s a secret exit. Lots of noble houses have them. Mostly they were used for show, but sometimes they actually got used for what they were supposed to be used for. Giving the noble a chance to escape without being seen.”

“Hmmm, I have seen a few of these,” Flurry Heart commented as she eyed the stone, “Most seem to be locked with a key phrase.”

Endymion nodded, “That’s right.”

“So what’s the phrase?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. Whoever would have known would be long dead by now, and that’s what’s weird. The stone should just be a stone. It shouldn’t have the magic spell cast on it to keep it in place until a word is whispered to it. Not since the unicorn that cast the spell is most likely long dead.”

“Endymion, can you get us in?” Fluttershy asked sounding hopeful.

“I can give it a try. Okay, I’m going to try a common phrase for these kinds of hidden exits,” he said before he breathed in, “Bouncy Breasts!”

Nothing happened.

“Perhaps I should give it a try?” Flurry Heart suggested before she did the same as Endymion, “Singing Fish!”

Nothing happened.

“Okay, okay, I think this might be it,” he prepared again, “Cute Flanks in Maid Outfits!”

“Hmmm, Lets see,” Flurry Heart said as she rubbed her chin, Oh, I know, “Room Service!”

Nothing happened.

“Banging Mares!”

Nothing.

“Expensive Dinner!”

Nothing.

“Anal!”

Nothing.

“Polished Silverware!”

Nothing.

“Yeah, guys, while you’ve been trying different phrases, we just went ahead and started cutting the tree around the stone to move it. It’s coming out now,” Rainbow said as she pointed to AJ who was pulling the stone back.

“Looks like we’re good to go.” Flurry Heart says, and the two parties descend into the dark corridor below.