Courage jerked awake, waving her knife around with her magic. Her heart was rushing, her breathing was shallow. She looked down at herself, expecting to see the huge long body of a pony lamia, but all she had, was the shorter tail of one that she had passed out with. "It was just a nightmare…"

"The nightmare is real, you are still here."

"Who… what are you?" Courage looked around, trying to find the source of the strange voice. "I just want to get out, I don't… what do you want with me?"

"I want to see you get out, it will be glorious. I want to see you rip your way free of this place and scream your anger as you do. But for that, you must first survive the Eighth Circle."

"Oh great, I get stuck with the incorporeal voice that likes playing games." Courage set her knife back into her little sheath under her cloak. "Very well, before I start screaming at you, what is the Eighth Circle known for?" Putting her legs under herself, Courage pushed up to her hooves.

"..."

Courage wasn't sure how, but she knew the voice was deliberately sending her silence. "Buck you, I can work this out." She gave a shake, shifting the horrible dirt and dust out of her coat as best she could before looking around. "Well, one direction is as good as another." As she took her first step, however, she felt that strange tail flick first to one side, then the other.

"Oh, so now not only do I have to put up with all this horse-apple, but I have to wave my plot around for everypony too?" She took two more steps, watching her rear sway with each movement of the tail. "Ah buck this." Picking a random direction, Courage began to march off, her swaying plot shoved to the back of her mind.

Hunger and thirst started to play at the mare, after an indeterminate amount of time marching in the ever-evening landscape. She looked around and blinked, recognizing something. "A cactus growing in this place? I heard you can get water from them." She trotted forward, grinning for the first time since she reached the "Eighth Circle."

Getting closer to her target, Courage tilted her head to the side. "What the buck…" The cactus was oddly colored, under the spikes, and running through the flesh, thick veins of pink seemed to pulse. She shook her head. "I am literally in the Pit, of course things are going to be freaky. Pulling out her trusty dagger, she bopped the handle to deactivate the enchantment that petrifies things.

She picked the smallest bud that was bigger than her hoof, set her knife to the base of it and sliced. The juice of the cactus was already leaking, dripping a mixture of green and pink fluid. Working fast, Courage sliced the skin off from around the thing and put the dripping flesh to her mouth and sucked.

Courage's eyes closed as the thin green liquid, and the slightly slimy pink, slid down her throat and quietened her empty belly. The taste could have been everything from average to horrid, but for some reason the taste she got was sweet and slightly musky. "This is pretty good…" She smiled and took another pull of the juices, then tried to bite the flesh. It all tasted good, from the odd sap to the soft and squishy flesh. Before the mare knew it, she had eaten the whole thing.

Burping, Courage smiled and flopped to her side. Without realizing it, she reached back with a hoof to stroke at her nethers. Then blinked at what she was doing. "Huh, didn't realize I was so buckin' horny… guess it wouldn't hurt to work an orgasm or two out." Looking around, seeing nothing nearby, she stretched out, flicking her big tail and was about to return to her ministrations, when something stroked along her vulva.

Groaning loudly, Courage flopped to her back and squirmed, squirmed with each stroke and rub. It took a while for her brain to wake up to what was going on, to the fact that she wasn't doing this herself. Arching her spine, Courage leaned up and saw a bright pink tentacle rubbing in and around her privates, smearing pink goo all over them. "Huh, where are you from? You seem friendly…" She giggled and realized she felt more than a little drunk. Drunk and horny.

The pleasure rolled through Courage's body, making her wriggle and squirm, and crushing the little voice inside Courage's head that screamed at her that something very wrong was happening. "Ha, as if… oh buck that is good… as if this could be bad, it is just a little tentacle rubbing-" Her eyes flew wide and she groaned out loudly as said little tendril squirmed at her inflamed lips and then pushed inwards.

"Oh buck buck buckity buck buck!" Courage tilted her head back as the tendril pushed into her, claiming first honors in doing so. She squirmed and moaned, but when the swelling inside her started she lost all her fight and climaxed.

The tentacle inflated within the mare, swelling inside past the point that her body could disgorge and anchoring behind her pelvic bone. It pulled, it tugged, and soon had the mare anchored in place beside the cactus.

Coming down from her first real sexual encounter, Courage felt the huge thing inside her pull and tug her around a little, but finally settle. "What… what more could…" She looked around and gasped as more tentacles started reaching out of the ground. Some wrapped around her hooves, others around her body, all soon held her still and unmoving. "Well, buck." Courage smiled as she saw her knife sitting neatly on the ground to the side. Energizing her horn, she reached out for it, her magic oddly putting out a hot-pink glow. Pleasure exploded in her head, it was like her horn had become her most sensitive organ and filled with magic, it climaxed.

More tentacles started rubbing around Courage's back end, she started to turn to see what was going on, her voice raising, "What the buck? Get away from-" She blinked as a pink tentacle shoved itself into her mouth. "Mmfmfm!" She tried to thrash her head, her horn lighting again with an even brighter pink, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through her, starting at the base of her organ.

The rush of sweetness in her mouth snapped Courage from her pleasure, she blinked and felt her belly swelling more and more. It's feeding me? Oh it tastes good… wait, is this the same stuff that was in the cac… cact… Oh buck... She groaned softly into the gagging tentacle, feeling more heat fill her body.

"Claimed so easily? An interesting fate for a pony. Twisted abominations, these creatures give and take, you are stuck here for eternity, but it makes you very happy to be so."

Courage felt the words, fought to latch on to them as her belly grew more and more taut with the "food" the tentacle was feeding her. A new intruder found her tail-hole and started squirming and wriggling at it, squirting goop on the tight pucker.

The tentacle shoved inwards, pressing in deep and being squeezed by the massive bulge in her other hole. Courage's eyes fluttered as her body started to feel heavier, weighed down with the lust and pleasure, and the need for more of both.

"I can free you from this, but it will cost you another boon."

Courage almost couldn't focus on the words, but somehow they remained in her head even as her own thoughts were pushed out by pleasure. She whimpered into the tentacle in her mouth, she thrashed her tail and struggled in the bonds. She nodded.

"Good girl."

The ground rumbled, Courage struggled to fight against the pleasure still assaulting her, but she felt first one leg break free, then another. Keeping hold of the idea that she should get free, Courage yanked and pulled, the huge shape inside her threatening to pull her down into the cracks in the ground.

"If it gets you underground, not even I can save you."

Courage's eyes widened and she kicked, struggled, and fought. When the thing finally yanked from her mouth, she coughed and spat out a long string of syllables that even the Pit hadn't heard before. "Buck you bucking bastards!" She shoved with her back legs, fighting the pull of the tentacle inside her.

Then Courage got lucky. She saw her blade, and better, it was within reach. Closing her freed teeth around the hilt of the dagger, Courage turned around—finding herself a little more flexible than she used to be—and brought the sharp knife down into the tentacle anchored inside her.

A fountain of pink fluid sprayed from the hole she had ripped, but her dagger was stuck in the thrashing tentacle. Squirming and struggling, the pressure of all the goo spraying from the bulb inside Courage meant that she was soon completely coated in it. Crawling along, she dragged herself away, watching the tentacles retreat and pull into the cracks in the ground.

"Wait, my knife!" It was far too late, the ground slammed together with a final THUD that rattled Courage's teeth. She looked forlornly at the place where the thing had come from, at the trail of pink slime that led away from it, to where she was laying. Her belly bloated, Courage Fire reached down with her forehoof, finding her still-inflamed vulva—and stroking.

"And now my boon."

Courage barely heard the voice, her pleasure singing in her again, the slime still poisoning her to induced need. A jolt ran through her belly, a grumbling and shifting-feeling inside made her curl and look past her slightly bloated midsection. "What…" She stared as, just forward of where her vulva ended, something seemed to be growing. Two somethings in fact.

Staring in shock, Courage watched as a heavy pair of balls started to sink down into her growing scrotum, and a fully erect pony penis pushed free of the now heavy and fuzzy sheath that had been hiding it. Hesitating, the mare slowly extended a hoof down, touching the head. "Is this… is this your boon?"

"Not everything I do, will you dislike. Stroke it."

It was as much a command as any word Courage had heard in her life. She gripped the big pole with her hoof and began to stroke. "Oh buck that is good." She smiled widely, looking three sheets to the wind and more than a little goofy, Courage lay there and masturbated. She stroked, she squeezed, she rubbed the base, the middle, the tip, and every spot between. She painted the ground a mixture of pink and white, she howled, whimpered, and groaned in pleasure.

Slowly, eventually, the effects of the goop wore off. Courage managed to slow down her frantic pace, the need for another climax now barely a suggestion, rather than a vital part of her continued survival. "Why… why did you want me to have this?" She made her best effort at getting up, but the ground was so slick she folded sideways and landed with a plop.

"In preparation. Your next test is in the city ahead."

Courage blinked a few times, then rose her head up to look over a low dune. "The buck?" In the middle distance, a huge city sprawled, looking just like the sanctuary she had hoped she would find. "This is another trick, isn't it?"

"Everything here is a trick. Can you spot what the trick is?"

"If it is something stupid like bucking 'treachery' again, I will just start killing them all. Become their damn leader and go up to the next level in a bloody trail!" Courage was panting with anger as she finished her tirade. "So, come on, what is this place?"

"Paradise. This is the city of Fraud."

She looked down and under herself, shuddering as the heavy shaft jiggled. "This is bucking crazy. I am a mare, what is with all this anyway. A snake tail, now I am some kind of… of freak." Courage got up and stood, trembling with anger at the feel of the heavy balls swaying between her back legs. "And now I still feel horny, BUCK!"

"Language." There was the hint of laughter in the voice as it rang through the mare's head.

Author's Notes:

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and I they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, I they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! I They will pick one question per chapter. (note, the commissioner will answer questions in the comments, since this is their OC)

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