Chapter 1: You Definitely Want To Bookmark This Page
Daring Do wasn’t having the time of her life. The notorious archaeologist and treasure hunter extraordinaire was certainly having an off day, but the familiar weight of her new prize in her satchel made things slightly better. The jungle cat currently chasing after her at a breakneck pace certainly wasn’t. Along with her injured leg, things had really taken a nosedive.
It’s not like she intentionally woke the hulking monster of a predator up when she accidentally stepped on its tail while it was sleeping in some bushes... though scratching her and leaving a gaping wound on her leg was a clear indication it was pissed off. By that point Daring was running for her life to be avoided being eaten as lunch.
She briefly contemplated just throwing off her heavy satchel to gain a better advantage over not being eaten, but her stubbornness prevented her. The artifact she just swiped from that abandoned temple was immeasurable in its historic importance. Plus, she didn’t travel all across a death at every turn jungle and booby trapped temple just to give up her prize now.
Those snapping jaws one foot away from her leg made the idea very tempting, however. Persevering further to not end up as cat chow, she jumped over a tree stump in the way and barely cleared the jungle cat’s razor sharp claws. The hapless explorer stumbled, desperately rising back on her feet as the cat effortlessly jumped over the trunk.
They made their way through the jungle, Daring dodging and weaving through the ever-thinning trees as the gigantic leopard gained inch after inch on her. She abruptly came to the end of the jungle, merely inches away from the edge of a cliffside. Ah, the end of the road, literally, for all great adventurers.
Glancing back, she stared as the jungle cat approached with slobber hanging from it jaws, its claws ready to tear her to chunks and its teeth ready to shred her apart. Backing up, her heart dropped to her stomach when her foot found nothing but air to rest on.
Bending forward to not plummet to her death, Daring was stuck in a perplexing situation. She could either attempt to fight off the jungle cat, or jump off the cliff. Both options would probably kill her, since her whip wouldn’t have that much effect on a predator bigger than her and already pissed off. Unlike what they show in the circus, a whip wouldn’t keep a big cat away for long, and she was fresh out of chairs at the moment. So the cliff jump was certainly looking more appealing right about now.
Gulping, she gripped the strap of her satchel hard, holding it tightly underneath her arm as she swayed on her feet on the edge of the cliff. Looking down below at the intimidating distance, she muttered, “They don’t pay me enough for this shit.”
With those final words she leaned back and fell down from the cliff face, the leopard jumping on the spot she was only seconds ago in a death pouce. She could hear the beast howl in displeasure as she plummeted to her certain doom. This actually caused her to smile. Well, she certainly wasn’t going to be that cat’s meal, but certainly some other predator’s that finds her flattened on the jungle floor.
The fall felt like an hour’s endeavour, when it couldn’t have been more than two seconds. Adrenaline always did make time slow down somehow, the rush of enzymes to her head causing her fatal freefall to drag on forever. Well, at least she had time to do some last minute (Or second) thinking.
She skipped all the obvious stuff, like never marrying or having kids, because frankly, those were quite boring. There were all the lost riches and treasures that would go undiscovered. All those artifacts and important memorabilias of history she’d never be able to find for museums. Wow, isn’t this depressing?
And too bad for her, that little clarifying moment of life’s unfairness came to an end once her back crashed through the upper tree branches of the jungle canopy. She tumbled through layers of thick vegetation, her arms and legs grabbing hold desperately to anything in her fall, just for a chance she wouldn’t end up dead on impact with the ground.
Fortunately for her, she managed to crash through just enough tree branches and limbs to survive the fall. She came to a painful landing on a (Thankfully thornless) column of bushes. She lay there in a heap of intolerable pain, covered in gashes and cuts–-along with unhealthily sized bruises–-from her near death experience. The scratch on her leg inflicted on her by the cat burned with a fiery vengeance, causing her to wince and suck in a breath each time she moved it.
“Okay Daring, you survived. Congrats,” she muttered to herself, a lock of her multi-shaded gray hair sticking to her sweat and blood covered forehead. “As for how long remains to be a mystery.”
Yes, she was talking to herself, but having just survived a near death experience, she felt the need to keep herself awake. It’s not like the multiple branches whipping against her head did any serious damage. Though all her cuts along with the deep gash in her leg posed a problem. It would be her bane through blood loss, or much more slow and painful infection.
Right now she needed to move, get herself patched up, and get the hell out of this Celestia forsaken jungle. The only problem was that moving seemed like such a difficult task. She was sure some bandages wouldn't fix her up this time, and by jumping off of that cliff she was officially lost. Wonderful...
Daring reached out with a hand and grabbed ahold of one of the bush brambles, tightening her grip as she attempted to pull herself up to a sitting position at least. Using both hands now she was successful in her endeavor, sitting upright in a patch of bushes she luckily fell on.
Gazing down at her body, she had to admit she was quite a piece of work now. Her light green shirt was in tatters, her collar broken off along with the front pocket and much of the right sleeve. The fact that she could feel a slight breeze underneath her breasts was a clear indication much of the underside of her shirt had been ripped off. Well, better here than in public. She could just imagine the amount of men that would be drooling over her. Barely exposed and near topless with her large breasts just hanging there in the breeze...
“Dammit, Daring! Stop making things more negative for yourself!” she cried out loud, facepalming as she struggled and squirmed to get her legs from underneath herself and her feet on firm ground. It was pain filled, tedious process. She kept crying out in agony every few seconds, just barely staying conscious as her vision swam from the double whammy of blood loss and too much pain.
Finally her feet hit the jungle floor, one of her explorer boots missing, her foot dirty and covered in long running scratches. Getting up on shaky legs, she wobbled forward, nearly falling on her face when she couldn’t support her weight. This was partly due to the fact that even through all that, she still had that satchel clutched to herself in a death grip. She immediately sighed in relief, glad that one good thing came from this event.
Adjusting the strap on her shoulder, she took another step forward, gritting her teeth hard as the white hot pain that stabbed into her injured leg with each step. It was only when a breeze passed by that she stopped and stared down her body.
Much like her shirt, her short cargo pants were barely hanging on, her butt free to the air as her pants only stayed together in a few tatters. Okay, now I’m really glad no one’s around. She was practically naked at this point. Her light brown skin glittered with sweat, while the too numerous to count cuts all along her body gradually leaked blood. If I don’t get help soon, I’m... I’m a goner. Hell, her leg injury practically guaranteed that.
Well, making a hopeless situation worse by doing nothing about it certainly wasn’t going to help herself, so she shoved off on a random direction, hoping that some miracle would befall her. She wandered aimlessly, her boot and foot trudging along as she used every reachable tree trunk to keep herself from falling and probably never getting up. Blood dripped from her leg wound down her boot, soaking up into her sock until her foot made a squishing noise each time she took a step.
The jungle humidity was making her sweat profusely, so her lack of clothing at the moment was somewhat a blessing. Sweat ran down her chest with droplets dripping from her nipples, her breasts free in the air to catch a passing breeze. Her hair hung down in twisted tatters, branches and thorns along with leaves stuck in an unruly messy tangle. What she missed the most had to be a decent pair of pants, because short shorts definitely weren’t a good option now that her rump had no covering whatsoever.
Eventually the combination of high humidity, dehydration and constant blood loss started grating on her. She started hallucinating. Strange, indecipherable images and figures appeared at the edge of her vision. She tried her best to avoid them, walking forward in an ever decreasing walk that became an uphill challenge. Each time she had to put a foot in front of herself she grew weaker, her dark pink eyes growing duller. Her eyelids fluttered like she was on the edge of sleep.
How she even kept on going she didn’t fully understand, her feet following an unknown pathway even she didn’t know or comprehend. But she kept on going, never giving up, even as her limbs grew heavy and the pain too great, with the feel of the dirt beneath her feet growing all the more appealing. Even ones of the highest willpower and endurance couldn’t contend with a badly wounded leg that was leaking out more blood than her body could handle to lose.
With one last footstep she collapsed, barely registering the fall as her body met the ground in a death’s embrace. Her eyes weakly struggled to stay open as she stared at the jungle floor.
And apparently feet as well, because she saw two of them right in front of her eyes.
Daring would have laughed at this last hallucination if she had the strength for it. Instead she closed her eyes and fell back into blissful sleep... probably her last. As the darkness enveloped her and eased away her aches and pains, she didn’t even notice a pair of ebony hands carressing her near lifeless body.
A void. Darkness with a touch of black nothing with just a pinch of bottomless abyss. That was what surrounded Daring Do. Nothing but miles upon miles of nothingness and emptiness. Needless to say, it got old for her real quick. Daring wasn’t well known for her patience.
Stuck in an endless void was rather downheartening. She thought for sure the afterlife would be a bit more exciting. Maybe angels, fairies, heck, even flying pegasi in some fluffy white clouds. But this was just plain old boring. The fact she couldn’t even move her arms to cross them and pout was just the added piece of shit on the crappy day she was having.
Am I even dead? It was hard to tell, since there wasn’t that nagging pain on every inch of her body anymore. Maybe blood loss finally put her under. Or she was in a coma. If it was the latter, then it wouldn’t be long until a hungry predator spied her defenseless and bleeding on the ground and went all aboard for an easy snack. What a way to go... Wait a second.
The endless void... thingy... was going away. Small rays of blinding white light were dispelling the darkness, awakening her from whatever state of unconscious being she was in. If she could jump up and down in joy and fist pump she would have.
She started coming back to herself, no longer on the edge of the abyss called death. Unfortunately, the first thing she noticed was pain. Stinging pinpricks of intolerable pain shot up all along her body, a stabbing point of pure agony coming solely from her leg.
Daring Do bit her lip hard, scrunching up her eyes as she hissed. After a few seconds her tolerance built up, and the once suffocating nature of the pain died down to a dull throb she could better deal with. At least the discomfort of the pain meant she was alive. For how long, however, remained to be seen.
Breathing in large gulps of air, she finally got the mental preparation to peel back an eyelid and look at her surroundings. Once her eye adjusted to the light, and the fuzziness of her vision died out, she could get a better look of just where she was. First thing she noticed was that she was naked, her body bare with multiple scratches and cuts atop a comfy bed of animal skins.
It was a dwelling of some sort, maybe a hut. The ceiling hung low, and there was a large hole in the roof. A cauldron with a fire pit rested underneath it, boiling green liquid clearly seen in the pot. Along the walls was a large variety of masks. They seemed to be cut from the barks of trees, painted and carved to represent joyous faces or sinister scowls. Due to her wide range of cultural knowledge, Daring could already tell that most of the masks meant greetings and a homely feel to them. That was worth a sigh of relief, because she really didn’t want to see the ones meaning human sacrifice (Which was a eyeless happy face).
The floor was just dirt, with thatched rugs from plant foliage and animal skins liberally spread out across the mess. The shelves were lined with dozens of tonics, each marked in a language Daring had only glimpsed in her lifetime. She gave a weak groan, throwing her legs off of the bed and numbly sitting up as she fought against a headache. To her right, a simple skin guarded the doorway of the hut, keeping insects and predators at bay. As she looked over at it, it was brushed aside. In stepped a woman.
The first thing Daring noticed were the white markings that cut across the woman’s soft face. Angular. Pointed. Warrior’s markings. They painted a hard counter to the softer, lined and rounded marks on her bare arms; those were simple spiritual markings for dozens of native tribes to dignify doctors, shamans and leaders. The ebony-skinned woman gave an appraising, predatory gaze with her blue eyes over Daring, and her full lips curved upwards in a small smirk. She brushed a strand of her thigh-length, black-and-white hair behind her ears, the hoop earing she wore briefly twisting at the action. She crossed her powerful arms over her large, ample breasts, each hidden only by a narrow strip of diagonal cloth that crisscrossed at her neck, and wordlessly stared at the explorer.
Daring Do gulped, unsure what the exotic lady wanted. Seeing as how she just woke up what was clearly the woman’s bed... I must have a savior. Daring could vaguely remember feeling someone picking her up just when she fell unconscious. Her chances were looking good that she wasn’t going to be sacrificed in a bloody ritual to some war god anytime soon. Hopefully.
Coughing awkwardly while giving her supposed savior another once over (Not because she was attractive or saucy, nothing like that at all), she said, “So... you live in the neighborhood or something?”
“I may,” the woman replied after a moment’s pause, glancing briefly down at Daring’s naked form. “Tell me, what gave it away?” she dryly finished.
Daring looked down and realized she was fully revealed to the strange woman. Quickly grabbing an animal skin to cover herself, she said, “I, um, well... the entire tribal thing makes it kinda obvious. No offense, though.”
“I’ll assume you’re simply stressed; that is why you didn’t realize my simple jest.” The woman moved forward, crouching to eye level with Daring and putting her arms near her crotch in order to keep the short loincloth she wore from revealing too much. “It seems like you took a spill. You’re lucky an infection didn’t make you ill.”
“Yeah, I was in a whole heap of luck when that leopard decide to make me its lunch,” she grumbled, touching a hand to her cheek and wincing slightly when she touched a nasty bruise. “You know what happened to my clothes?”
“Relax, young traveler, don’t be shy. Your clothes are simply out to dry. I took them off to treat your cuts, that is all, no ifs ands or buts.”
“Well, my cuts still hurt like hell,” Daring grumbled, lifting up her leg hesitantly. It was coated in more dark bruises than she cared to count. The large gash was wrapped in brown cloth. The tingling sensation emanating from it was a clear indication that strong healing herbs were at work. “But you managed to do a pretty well done job with this. So... thanks.”
“Your gratitude is something I do not need. I was simply doing a good deed.” The healer put her hands to the patterned suns at her thighs and snapped her ankles together, bowing slightly.
Daring couldn’t help but notice the bodacious curves of her savior’s large breasts as she bowed, lost in the seeming endlessness of her cleavage. Blushing slightly and averting her eyes so she didn’t get aroused further, Daring spoke up. “So, what were you doing around where I fell unconscious anyways? I don’t think finding and helping lost explorers is on your schedule.”
“I deal in potions and tinctures from across the land. I routinely gather herbs to make my spells grand.”
“Well, I’m just glad you found my sorry ass before I keeled over and died,” Daring chuckled, a warm smile appearing on her battered face. “So, you have a name?”
“My name is not often used, for alone I dwell. However, you may call me Zecora, if it suits you well.” She rested one hand on her side and stared openly at Daring, a clear indication to tell her name as well.
Smiling her usual cocky grin, she said, “I’m Daring Do. Archaeologist, explorer, adventurer, and treasure hunter. You can add the word extraordinaire to all those titles as well, if you want.”
“A traveler that’s been to many a-place. I can tell this simply by your body’s grace.” Zecora gave a small laugh. “The only way in which you seem to stumble is how your words are less than humble.”
Daring rolled her eyes and leaned back in the bed. “Yeah, well, when I risk myself in near death experiences multiple times a week, I think the titles are deserving.”
Zecora stood and turned quickly, the action showing a hint of her heart-shaped ass. She moved over to her collection of bottles. “Simply remember that the one who boasts tends to be the one to hurt the most.”
Daring Do grumbled under her breath but remained silent, throwing glances at Zecora’s luscious ass every couple of seconds but remaining laid down at the bed. Not like she could move much anyway with her injuries. She could only hope the artifact had survived. It should have good protection in the satchel... ...Wait a minute.
“Hey, where’s my stuff?!” Daring yelled, getting up and instantly regretting it when a couple of her wounds got aggravated by the sudden movement and reopened.
“Don’t act like a spirit possessed!” Zecora rebuked, moving to the woman and putting a hand on her bare shoulder. “For your wounds you need to lie down and rest.” She gave a nod towards the hut’s entrance. “As for your stuff, your things, your pack, they’re simply outside, by the wash out back.”
“Oh thank the Princesses...” Daring sighed in relief, laying back down on the bed. Her face instantly flushed when she realized Zecora was still holding onto her shoulder. “So, um, what’s your deal with helping me out like this? Undressing me, washing my clothes...” She blushed even redder at mentioning it.
Zecora shrugged. “It’s important to help people, that’s simple fact--it’s a moral pillar of how my community should act. In between that, and what it says in our sacred books, maybe I helped you for your stunning good looks.” She gave a friendly, joking wink at that, removing her hand and resting it at her hips.
Daring was usually the smooth talker when it came to the field of seduction, not that seducing Zecora interested her in the slightest. The thought didn’t even pop into her mind. Nor the thought of running her hands down those firm, powerful thighs of hers, or straddling that beautifully large ass... Dammit Daring, snap out of it!
Gulping a suddenly dry throat, Daring asked, “So... what do you intend to do with me?”
“My thoughts I believe you misconstrue. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” Zecora glanced behind Daring, still carrying a sultry grin. With a small shake of her hip, the loincloth shifted once more, exposing even more hints of the woman. “If you do, however, want to row, you’ll soon find yourself unable to say no.”
Daring let out a small meep. Her face was a scarlet red, a far cry from her tan skin. Lifting up the animal skin to cover herself, she hissed at the pain the cuts caused her. “Shit... got anything for these wounds? Would make me feel a whole of a lot better than what you had in mind.”
Zecora’s taunting dropped instantly. She gave a professional nod and selected a light red potion from her cabinet, then quickly brought it to the injured Daring. “To let you know what I will do; the medicine must be rubbed through.” She dabbled a generous portion onto a hand, and cautiously went to Daring’s leg. She took to smearing it all over her injuries, then went over them again, massaging the wounds with the care of a nurse. Once it had been thoroughly applied, she began blowing delicately onto the wounds with her lips.
Daring felt a sudden intense heat from the patches of medicine on her wounds, then it just as quickly descended to an icy coldness that made her shiver. The best part for her had to be the fact that her cuts and scrapes closed up, the stinging pain ebbing out to nothingness. Daring moaned with relief, lifting the animal skin higher so that Zecora could reach more of her leg. “Oh yes, go higher. That feels fantastic.”
Zecora dabbled a bit more of the healing tonic onto her hands, then rubbed them together vigorously before taking Daring’s meaty lower thigh and pulling it a bit closer to the edge of the bed. She took to slowly rubbing her palms over her, blowing the thigh with the same concentration it took to breathe life into sparks.
Daring moaned even louder, drool leaking from the side of her mouth. The tingling cool sensation and healing relief traveled to the very edge of her upper leg, just barely drawing breaths of arousal. It didn’t help that Zecora was getting pretty up close and personal, her breasts brushing against Daring’s knees every now and a then. Licking her lips, Daring asked, “Zecora, how does this stuff work so good?”
“It’s all a matter of using tricks, to heighten potency in a mix.” Without pause, Zecora rose her hands even higher and began massaging just below Daring’s uninjured hip.
Daring wanted her to move higher, to a more sensitive part of her body. The combination of the earlier blood loss and orgasmic feel of the medicine on her wounds had lowered her inhibitions below sea level at this point. She discarded the animal skin and revealed her naked body to Zecora. Her ample breasts were covered in a sheen of sweat and her nipples were like rock spires. “Mind treating my wounds on my upper body now too?” she asked with an assertive grin.
This act of bravery drew amusement from Zecora. Her larger bust bounced in time with her chuckles. “For my hands to sate your lustful need, I think I’d like to hear you plead,” she said, a faint smirk crossing her face on seeing the adventurer’s desperation for the touch.
Squirming slightly and pouting, Daring looked at Zecora with quivering puppy dog eyes. “Pretty pleeease, would you touch my tits? With sugar and a cherry on top?” The quivering lip more or less sealed the deal.
“With a face like that all but dripping with woe, who would I be if I said no?” Zecora whispered sultrily, smiling with a ravenous hunger. She grasped Daring’s right breast and took to rolling the nipple with a thumb and finger. She ran her free hand up and down the crater of Daring’s toned yet giving stomach.
This elected a squeal of joy from Daring, who was in bliss from the firm yet gentle touch of Zecora’s fingers. Smiling back at her with a seductive look, Daring reached forward and tore away the straps of gray cloth holding Zecora’s bulging bust. As the pillows of wonder and beauty fell across Zecora’s chest, Daring caught hold of them in a playful grip. “So, anyone ever tell you have an awesome rack?”
Zecora let out a small laugh once more, pushing her body forward to let Daring continue her prodding. “When it comes to me showing a breast, I have never heard an ounce of protest.” She pinched Daring’s mounds, drawing another small gasp. “Yours also have made my day. They are each a beautiful instrument to play.” Just as the last word left her lips, she took Daring’s right breast into her mouth and began moving her tongue clockwise across the pink areola, never taking her gaze off her patient’s face. She sucked deeply on Daring’s nipple, pulling it upward, then pushed her face deep into the flesh.
Daring moaned and shivered in pure pleasure from Zecora playing with her sensitive breasts, her nipple enjoying every feel of coarse jungle tongue sliding over it. Panting slightly while still fondling massive ebony breasts, Daring straddled her legs around Zecora, her powerful thighs pulling the medicine woman in close. Zecora’s loincloth covered crotch was pressed firmly against Daring’s most love button. She was already quite excited over the current events.
She leaned in close, taking Zecora’s head in her hands and ending the pleasant sucking of her breast. Bringing Zecora’s face up close to her own, which was a noticeable tinge of red, she asked, “So, my hero, I guess it’s time I properly thank you. I just hate having a debt remain unpaid.”
“It seems I've drawn your heart's desire. Do you feel as though you're about to catch fire?" Zecora asked, one of her hands trailing south as she traced Daring’s neckline with kisses. “I hope you enjoy my hand’s caress, for now I believe I have a button to press.” The saucy healer dragged a thumb gently over Daring’s risen clitorous, then took to rubbing a circle on the small protrusion.
A heavenly smile sprouted on Daring’s face as Zecora went to work on fingering her entrance, her thumb rubbing in deeper while parting her vaginal walls. “A-ah, yeah, j-just like that,” Daring swooned, arching her back up so that her breasts squished against Zecora’s and forced the wonderful fingers deeper inside her. “F-feels... awesome...”
“Your juices are flowing, free and thick. It amazes me how much you are slick.” Zecora flexed her fingers inside Daring, manipulating her digits and twisting inside the woman’s passageway. She licked her lips, grinning at how helpless Daring was under her enchantment. “A climax is coming to you, and coming quick.” She thrust in once more. “With hands like these, who needs a dick?”
Daring would have laughed, had she not been too lost in the blissful state of Zecora’s wonderfully skilled fingers. Every inch of her insides felt like they were being probed and tickled, electing giggles and squeals from her every couple of seconds, along with the occasional deep moan or two. Her chest heaved in and out and a moan escaped her lips with each breath when Zecora’s fingers went on the double with fingering her clam.
“I-I’m–ah–going to-!” Daring shouted, reaching out with her hands and grabbing Zecora’s toned shoulders. She used her legs wrapped around Zecora’s ass to pull her in, causing her fingers to go deeper than ever into her pussy. Instantly Daring’s inner walls clamped tight. She screamed, rolls of pleasure like a hurricane ripping her body apart as she came, with love juices coating Zecora’s hand. Daring panted hard, drool hanging from her mouth as her entire body felt like it just went through a two hour sauna.
Zecora licked Daring’s juices off of her hand, finger by finger, and smiled even harder. “Don’t rest yet, we are hardly through. Wait for just a moment and we’ll start round two.” She turned, walking out of the hut. Daring didn’t even have time to collect her thoughts before the woman came back inside, hips swaying with her every step. She was clutching a familiar looking satchel in her hand.
“H-hey, what are you doing with that?” Daring asked, worried about what may have happened to the precious cargo. Would be a major pain in the ass if the one reason I came to this accursed jungle in the first place got damaged. Stupid leopard.
Zecora spoke up. “When you were injured and I carried you en route, I took a break from walking to search through your loot. Glad I paused before we arrived at my hut. Otherwise I might not know of your smut.” She reached into the bag, producing something that made Daring gasp.
“T-that isn’t smut!” Daring shouted, snatching the phallic device from Zecora’s hands. It was about a foot long, smooth to the touch, with both ends shaped in the head of a certain part of the male reproductive system. It shimmered with a dazzling light in the hut, seeming to be made from the purest of diamonds. “This is an ancient tool used by early Zebracean tribes during their rituals to their gods. Nothin’ smutty about it.”
“While it is quite a fine craft; what you hold is a glorified shaft. It was created to honor a fertility god, and used between women who lacked their own rod.” Zecora’s smile turned from innocent to devious. “I know you travelers all search for the fact, so perhaps I could show you... our ancient mating act.”
Well, it would certainly be rude to turn down an offer to get some information on a long lost tribal rutting ritual. Being an archaeologist and woman of history, Daring was obliged to learn as much as she could about ancient cultures. So, for the sake of history, guess I’ll have to fuck Zecora again... She made a sound that could only be described as a squee.
Smiling and leaning close, Daring pressed her lips firmly against Zecora’s, wiggling her tongue in her mouth and scraping her gums. After a few seconds Daring broke away, a faint blush on her cheeks as she said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Zecora grinned, taking the relic from Daring. She suckled on the tip of the phallus, then fit it almost completely into her mouth, coating it with saliva before adjusting herself on the bed. “Come on then, let me hear you roar,” Zecora moaned, inserting the shaft halfway into her own soaking lips. “Where do you want it, you lovable whore?”
Daring crawled over until she was directly above Zecora, reaching below to remove the last traces of the loincloth. Revealed to her was a moist dungeon with the diamond dong halfway inside. Gripping the ancient sex toy, Daring squirmed it inside the moaning Zecora, trying out a few different positions to slide it in and out of. “Me, a whore? You’re the one practically begging for it, jungle nympho.” Daring chuckled and playfully slapped Zecora’s tit, a dominatrix allure taking over her. Zecora moaned, biting her lower lip at the rough treatment.
With a lick of her lips in preparation, Daring started thrusting the dildo repeatedly into Zecora’s tight pussy. Juices started flying as the phallic device made quick work pounding her. Zecora’s moans were lost was Daring quickly bent down to kiss her, one hand continuing to thrust her while the other pulled on the nipple of the same slapped breast. They traded saliva in a heated tongue war. Daring was growing hotter at the thought of dominating Zecora like this while the woman in question just enjoyed the wonderful company of a guest and new lover. She rolled her eyes back with every hard impact into her, reaching up and grabbing Daring’s butt in a vice grip as she spread her legs wider, helplessly slobbering at the adventurer’s actions.
Daring didn’t let up, pushing the dildo in further and rougher, wrecking Zecora’s jungle grove with a vengeance with her own still leaking from events prior. The feeling of Zecora’s hands on her ass caused Daring to break away from their kiss, moaning blissfully as her tongue hung out of her mouth. “So, my doctor, you gonna come or not?” Daring asked with a predatory look on her face.
Zecora gazed with half-lidded eyes. “Your mating skill I cannot deride. My lust for you will not subside.” She seemed to spring awake, snapping up and tackling Daring, pinning her tightly to the bed. “However your speaking is quite crass.” She stroked Daring with one powerful arm, lifting the legs up and positioning her hips near Daring’s soaked hole. Zecora’s vicious smile exposed her flawless teeth. “A bitch like you with your perfect ass...” With a small travel downwards, Zecora pressed the head of the phallus against Daring’s tight entrance and began a slow insertion. Their mixed juices provided adequate lubricant.
With a small squeak Daring’s body tightened up, the inside of her ass clamping down on the dildo being shoved up there. Her arms and legs quivered as the relic slowly reached its limit. Once it was all the way inside her did Daring say, “H-holy s-s... Why d-did they have to m-make them so big?”
“It’s not that it’s big, you just have a tight ass. One that’s not used to swallowing a mass,” Zecora cheerfully said, slowly pulling out and burying it once more into Daring. The ebony woman groaned as the relic’s other end penetrated her still soaking wet sex. Zecora’s pussy swallowed her end whole while the other inserted itself deeply into Daring’s ass. The sweating explorer shouted out again in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
“O-oh god, I-I feel like I’m g-going to burst,” Daring gasped, her body having never felt something so large enter her before. The new sensation sent constant waves of pleasure to travel up her spine and beat her brain into submission. Her clam was ablaze, leaking profusely from her other hole being pleasured so thoroughly. Zecora took advantage of Daring’s moment of weakness, again using her magical hands to thrust deep inside Daring’s soaked vagina while increasing her tempo on her stretching pucker.
Daring screamed, reaching out to grab Zecora’s breasts in a death grip as she was pleasured from both ends at once. Moans shouted out from her like rain on a roof, drool flying from her mouth as her crotch was drenched by their combined juices. With the dual pleasures wrecking her mind, she didn’t stand a chance at lasting much longer, but she made up for it by thrusting her hips so the dildo inside her went deeper, the same effect happening to Zecora’s insides as Daring’s cheeks connected with her crotch.
“I-I’m not going t-to come before y-you,” Daring slurred, quickening her thrusts while squeezing Zecora’s breasts hard in her grip.
“T-that’s a bet that’s quite t-tough,” Zecora panted, her other hand pressing hard enough on Daring’s breast to leave red marks. “I’m going to h-have to call your–” she let out another moan, “...bluff.”
“I-it isn’t a b-bluff if I know it’ll c-come true!” Daring yelled, leaning close to suck on Zecora’s nipple, hard, biting in slightly to the tender flesh and pulling back the nipple with her teeth. The bed was now sorely soaked by their combined sex juices and sweat, but they hardly seemed to notice or even care.
Zecora pulled the shaft almost completely out of Daring and then lunged forward, all the while thrusting her fingers as deep as she could into the woman’s maidenhood. Daring pressed her body flat against Zecora’s folds and clamped down hard onto her breasts. With cries of ecstasy, both lovers climaxed at the same time.
Daring fell backwards, with the phallus leaving her ass with a wet popping sound. Her legs, crotch and, of course, nethers were blanketed in her own juices. Zecora was much of the same, falling atop Daring and breathing heavily, with her hair a disheveled mess. Gulping a dry throat, Daring asked, “Holy fuck... you always treat random nearly dead strangers you find in the middle of the jungle this well?”
Zecora gave a small smile, tracing a finger over Daring’s chest, hips and navel. “Only ones that have a nice looking stomach.” She paused, a frown crossing her face as she realized something. “I can’t rhy–”
Daring laid a finger on her lips, a sluttery look still stuck on her face. “Shush. Now, why don’t we go real hardcore now? Unless you’re scared or something?”
“After your ass has been so wrecked?” Zecora wiped the sweat from her forehead. “That is something I can respect.”
Daring licked Zecora’s neck, electing a shiver of pleasure from her as the tongue collected sweat. Planting faint kisses on Zecora’s cheeks, Daring whispered, “I can respect the fact that you’re still wet. Such a naughty nympho.”
“Nympho? Let me put this to you mild: Earlier, weren’t you the one begging like a child?” Zecora arched an eyebrow at Daring, giggling softly.
Not really appreciating that bit of irony, Daring pushed her off her body so that she fell on her back on the other side of the bed, with her and Zecora’s legs the only parts of their bodies still touching. Grinning wickedly, Daring arched up her hips and lifted one leg, her clit glistening with love fluids. “Just shut up already and fuck me...”
“I’ll show you what to do with that clit, as soon as I’m finished with your slit.” Zecora laughed, spreading her own legs in much the same way except with the opposite leg. Without further ado, she crawled closer. The two sets of legs straddled one another, finishing their alignment when Daring and Zecora’s equally soaking pussies embraced.
Holding up her waist with her arms tucked underneath herself on the bed while Zecora got much into the same position, Daring thrust forward, her clit slamming against Zecora’s in a slap of wet sexual organs. Both women screamed out in blissful delight. Soon Zecora joined in on the fun, scissoring in tempo with Daring as their pussies pounded into one another with unrelenting force.
Daring Do shouted out in joy, like she just scored the winning goal in a soccer game. “Whoo hoo! Fuck yeah, hit me harder you fucking brilliant doctor you! Cut me up!”
“I’ll give it to you like a knife! Prepare for the fucking of a life!” Zecora shouted, getting more into the swing of things (Literally). Both their vaginas lightly penetrated the other as they crisscrossed together with each slam of their groins.
“Keep going fast, don’t become slowed. It’s time to reap what you have sowed!” Zecora announced.
Zecora grabbed onto Daring’s knee, her leg passing over her stomach as they continued to hump in a saw-like motion. Daring joined in by grabbing ahold of Zecora’s knee, increasing her speed and pounding the outside of her pussy more furiously against Zecora’s clit. With sweat running down her brow and a shimmering sheen over her tanned body, Daring shouted, “I-I’m going to–ah... fuckin’ explode!”
“You see to be right on cue, my climax is approaching too!” Zecora yelled back, arching her back as she screamed in pleasure.
Daring made good on her announcement. She came so hard, squirting her nectar from her lips all over Zecora’s clit and legs. Zecora returned the gesture with a deep moan. Both women’s voices rung high in volume as they rode out the simultaneous orgasm. Both of them laid back on the bed, gasping with exhaustion, their legs still wrapped together. “W-wow,” Daring panted, feeling a special kind of warmth spread across her body, one that only came from deep sexual satisfaction and hint of love. “That was... amazing... Zecora... Definitely worth the trip over here.”
Zecora wrapped a finger around Daring’s big toe, then suckled it affectionately, drawing giggles from Daring. “Perhaps now we could talk–I could bend your ear. You seem quite eager to please a seer.”
She crawled forward, with Daring resting beside Zecora and giving her a warm smile. Daring snuggled closer to her unexpected lover and left a soft kiss on her cheek, then her lips. They kissed like true lovers for a while before Daring broke the connection. “Oh yes, I am so eager to please you. And talking with my savior is always a good way to spend my time. So, how about I-”
Before the two newfound lovers could continue further with their endeavor, a snarl and ferocious growl from outside caught their attention. The animal skin curtain was ripped through as a large leopard leaped into the hut. Daring tensed up when she realized that beast looked all too familiar. With a roar the jungle cat leap at Daring and Zecora, its claws extended in an attack.
“Oh, you gotta be fu–-”
“Dash!” the voice of Twilight called out from outside the room. The girl in question glanced at the locked bathroom door with a roll of her eyes.
Right when I was getting to the good part too...
“What?” Rainbow Dash asked, giving an annoyed huff at her egghead friend’s interruption and marking her page briefly with a thumb. She removed her other hand from the inside of her jeans.
“You’ve been in there for almost twenty minutes!” Twilight called from the other side. “We’re going to be late for the picnic. Hurry up already!”
“Ok, ok! Damn,” Rainbow Dash cursed, slamming the book shut. She hitched up her jeans and flushed the toilet behind her. After washing her hands, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror and decided that her hair and teeth looked decent enough to brave the outside world, and figured her pants were dry enough to avoid an awkward moment.
She gave a roll of her arms, pat the rainbow lightning bolt tattoo on her shoulder and then took off. She quickly doubled back and set her copy of Daring Do Discovers the Temple of the Diamond Dong on the counter before joining Twilight for their trip to the park.
