Daring Do slowly shook her head, which ached just slightly and tried to piece together the events of her day. She remembered setting up camp near a temple ruin she had just uncovered, and getting her supplies sorted out. She had enough pressed grain bars for her purposes but had been running low on water. She had located a river with good flow, which meant she needed only lightly boil it before drinking it. It had had a slightly odd taste but nothing too bad. Then... then the fatigue. She had assumed the hour was to blame.
Another small twinge of pain made her aware her eyes were still closed and her limbs felt stiff and sore. She opened her eyes slowly, expecting to be blinded by sunlight while lying just outside her tent. Instead, she became aware of a high stone ceiling carved with geometric figures and dancing animals, illuminated by torches. She tried to move her hoof to rub at her head by found it stuck. A quick look over revealed her forehooves were cuffed down to what was likely an altar.
She looked behind her bound hooves to the area in which she was trapped. Likely she was inside the ruin she had been set to explore; the stone had a similar color, construction and level of age. The walls were also decorated with the same motif as the ceiling, geometric shapes and dancing animals, but also images of flowers, trees and what looked like grassland. Torches were set at regular intervals around the rectangular room, and between each torch sconce there were set large, diamond-cut crystals which glowed faintly with a greenish light.
The altar, so far as she could determine, was the only raised structure in the room. For a ceremonial center the place was remarkably plain. The only breaks in the architecture were the doors at the center of all four walls. It would make for an interesting write-up in a journal, an altar in a room that was not ostentatious.
“Time to work my way out,” She said, with a touch of resignation in her voice, carefully working her pith helmet off of her head. At least whoever had bound her to the altar had left on her khaki shirt and trademark hat.
“No, Daring Do... I do not think that will be on the schedule for today,” said a very familiar voice. It echoed slightly, bouncing off the stone walls of one of the corridors. It carried a suave, smooth, almost seductive quality, as well as a hint of mirth. From the door directly down the foot of the altar came exactly who Daring Do had been expecting.
“Ahuizotl...” Daring said, voice completely unsurprised. She sounded mad, yet not entirely so. She gave a slow writhe in her bonds and glared at her perennial adversary. “Why did I even think it had been anyone else?”
“You thought that another would pursue you, lie in wait, pour distilled oil of passionflower into the flow, let you boil it to activate the brew then tie you down to an altar?” Ahuizotl asked, voice teasingly hurt, tail-hand lightly covering his smirking mouth. “You wound me, Miss Do.”
“That's the idea, once I get out of thi... passionflower?” Daring questioned, thinking on the taste of the water. Passionflower was an exotic herbal remedy she encountered in her tropical adventures. Those from the region used it as a pain reliever, to calm spasms, stop cramps and help sleep. But distilled and purified it could bring deep slumber, and linger in the veins, loosening the mind enough to act as a kind of truth serum. It wasn't magical, or perfect, but it could be effective on the unwary. “Why passionflower?”
“That is unimportant. It is something with which I am familiar. I know things, Miss Do, I am just as wise as you,” Ahuizotl asserted.
“Doesn't matter! Like I told you, I'll make you pay for drugging me when I get out of this!” Daring threatened, twisting her body again and pulling at the bonds. “And you know I'll get out of this.”
“Do I, Miss Do? Do I really?” Ahuizotl asked, his voice still teasing and amused. He slowly, lithely, made his way from the entrance to the altar, rearing up to place his normal hands on the stone of the thing, his tail-hand waving a finger at Daring.
“I always do. You've never yet been able to activate a death trap that could get to me. And really, you never will,” Daring boasted, puffing out her chest proudly and carefully twisting all four of her hooves, in an attempt to work at least one loose.
“Perhaps this is true... but that personal failure will not be repeated here. I learned my lesson...” Ahuizotl purred, slowly walking his way around the altar. His tail hand slipped out and slid teasingly up Daring's covered chest, one finger ending the tip by gently flicking her snout. “You see... unlike previous encounters between us, this is not, as you say, a death trap.”
Daring shivered as the unnatural tail-hand slid over her clothing and snorted angrily as her nose got a soft flick. She looked around again, really scanning what she could see. There were no pinholes for darts or larger openings for spikes. No weapons seemed in evidence and she didn't detect the stink of magma nor any of the usual sources of flame. Only the crystals stood as an oddity and they simply glowed inoffensively. “No... this must be a death trap. You always rig up a death trap from the temple defenses...”
“And this is why I changed the game, Miss Do,” Ahuizotl said, standing by Daring's head. “Our routine has grown... routine. There is no spark, no surprise. It repeats again and again. You cannot tell me it satisfies you, either. You seem better than one to repeat the same dullness again and again...”
Daring ground her teeth lightly and snorted in frustration. “I prefer to escape from those death traps. It might not work out for you but it works for me.”
“I did not say 'escape.' What you do is your business. But to always create a death trap, to always leave you to your doom... no. It wears on me,” Ahuizotl said with a shake of his head. “I have no desire to bore you. I hold myself to a higher standard than that. I have my pride.”
Daring rolled her eyes and twisted her forehooves again. “Oh gimme a break. Fine. I believe that you didn't plan a death trap this time. So why did you shackle me to an altar?”
“Change, Miss Do. Change,” Ahuizotl said, his long snout breaking into a suitably huge smile, mirth shining in his eyes. “This temple gave me the inspiration, and I thank you for finding it. There are no treasures to take... not the kind you grab from my hand. But it holds a treasure all the same.”
“You mean those green-glowing crystals? If they're so much of a treasure why haven't you pried them out of the walls yet?” Daring asked.
Ahuizotl clicked his tongue, shook his head and waggled a finger on his tail-hand towards Daring again. “Miss Do, you wound me again. Those crystals being there are an important feature to this structure. I would not dare pry them loose. I need them there. But ah, you move me to speak far more than I must. I should not be so free with my words. I should allow my actions to speak for me...”
“Really? Are you going to torture me yourself? I can get out if you're gone or here. This isn't going to scare me,” Daring said boldly.
“I don't intend to scare you, Miss Do...” Ahuizotl said, his gaze becoming smoldering and his voice dropping in volume and tone, to become all the more seductive and debonaire.
“Then what are you going to- AH!” Daring had her question answered as Ahuizotl took his tail-hand and stroked it down her belly in a soft, teasing stroke that lifted up just before her exposed teats. “Wh-what do you think you're doing?”
“Right now, just touching your belly...” Ahuizotl replied with a mirthful voice, his tail-hand fingers 'walking' their way up and down the slightly rounded pony tummy, giving the occasional tap and tickle. He moved all around the area, until he came to her shirt. The tail-hand moved away suddenly and returned clutching an ornate dagger with a stone handle and a knapped obsidian blade.
“I knew you were going to torture me! You lying..!” Daring began.
“Calmate, Miss Do!” Ahuizotl said firmly, flicking the blade down to swipe off the lowest button.
“That's your plan? To ruin my shirt! I'm not needed here. A half-decent tailor could ruin this plan,” Daring said.
“Oh there is a bit more...” Ahuizotl teased, placing a hand on the exposed area and giving a slow, gentle stroke.
“Pervert! You know there's nothing under there! Why are you doing that?” Daring asked, her restrained body thrashing against her bonds.
“Because from what I have seen of you, you look... so nice with this hanging open,” Ahuizotl confessed, his head near Daring's, his tail-hand engaged with slashing off the next button, his other hand teasing the soft coat beneath.
Daring spat contemptuously into Ahuizotl's face, the thick blob of saliva striking him over one eye. She smirked a little as the viscous fluid slowly ran down over his cheek. “You've watched me undress? You really are just a pervert.”
Ahuizotl moved back just a bit, teeth bared, but in a rather toothy smile rather than a sneer. His tongue reached up to lick up some of the saliva that was sliding down the side of his face before he wiped away the spot. “Now who is the pervert? And I thought that a deep kiss was intimate. But to give me your saliva directly... naughty, naughty, Miss Do...”
As the final button was slashed off on her khaki shirt Daring gave a soft gasp. The air of the temple was warm and moist, with an odd heaviness which she could not place, yet in that moment a cool breeze snaked over her exposed chest. An involuntary shiver moved through her and her heart began to thump a little faster. “It wasn't... like that...”
“You know what passionflower will do... you know what it does to the tongue of they that taste it,” Ahuizotl said softly, setting the dagger aside.
“That's just a myth!” Daring shouted angrily, thrashing in her bonds. “I'm telling you it wasn't what you were thinking!”
“Wasn't it, Miss Do?” Ahuizotl purred, leaning forward again. He brought his normal hands to bear against Daring's exposed chest, fingers gently massaging and rolling against her rib cage. He stroked over her with the grain of her coat, leaving little furrows as he caressed her. He laid a hand over her heart, while his other swirled gently over her sternum. “If that is true... why does your heart beat so fast?”
“I-it does that when I'm... I'm excited...” Daring panted out. “For adventure!” She added quickly, suddenly throwing her whole body into a struggle against her bonds, her lips pulled into a grimace as she gave it her all. “I'm getting out of this! I promise you I am!”
“Tell yourself that all you like. We always lie to ourselves. But it is rude to lie to others. Don't lie to me, Miss Do, it is unbecoming to fight the truth the passionflower brings,” Ahuizotl whispered, his mouth next to Daring's ear. One hand was holding the altar while the other continued to calmly and slowly caress her ribs, teasingly sliding down along each one then moving down to the next. “You're not getting out of those bonds.”
“W-watch me!” Daring cried, trying to call upon her vast store of prior knowledge to solve her current predicament. There was almost always some catch or weakness. With enough wedging and twisting she could get out. But it was so hard to focus. Her chest was nowhere near any erogenous zone. And yet, as that accursed hand stroked over her, or stopped to press, palm down, over her heart, soft waves of warmth moved through her. It may have been small, and subtle, but it was pleasure. It felt good to be touched like that. “I'll... I'll escape...”
“If you say. Perhaps I should try to make you want to stay. There must be some way to convince you...” Ahuizotl said, still smiling. His tail hand came back into the action, and rested flat on Daring's belly again. The fingers curled just a little bit, squeezing and tickling all at once. After a few more slow curls the hand began to move up and down, stroking Daring's belly with the same slow and easy gentleness that had been shown to her chest.
The warmth grew. The small, gentle pleasure spread from that almost caring caress of her belly. Daring shook her head, brow furrowed and mouth screwed up into a moue of distaste. “No! That's not going to work! I'm not going to stay just because of that!”
“Oh? Not because of that?” Ahuizotl asked in a purring whisper, mouth down against Daring's ear again. His tongue slipped out and slowly licked over the delicate cup, and he blew a gentle breath across the moist spot. “Then... this?” His tail-hand slid down further, past the barrier it had not dared cross before. He slid the fingers through the valley between Daring's soft, generously sized teats, both sides of the tail-hand stroking against the mounds.
Daring hissed softly through her teeth as a small jolt of genuine pleasure spiked through her. Her teats were a real erogenous area, and the teasing caress was something she so seldom felt. Her teeth ground down as she tried her hardest to ignore the slow and tender stroking. “No! Not because of that either!”
“You're lying again, Miss Do. It does not become you. I am growing offended by your mendacity,” Ahuizotl said sternly, taking Daring's ear in his teeth and giving it a little tug, as well as a careful nibble. Though his pointed teeth dug at the flesh he barely left a mark.
“I mean it! Let me go right now! I'll never agree to anything you want!” Daring cried, struggling with her limbs but leaving her head still to prevent inadvertent harm. Her teats wobbled as she moved, and to her dismay Ahuizotl's tail-hand held firm between them. The generous mounds of flesh bounced solidly off the stalled hand, sending the fleshy sounds of perverse slapping echoing around the stone room.
“Do you like that? Like how it feels when your flesh slaps against mine? I can oblige...” Ahuizotl whispered out. His tail hand lifted up and whipped around quickly, slapping the side of one teat with a meaty thwack, which sent it against its partner. The tail-hand came around the other way and slapped the other the same way, the sound ringing around the room for a short while.
“Mmmph! I knew you were sick! Stop that!” Daring thrashed anew and shook her belly. She acted as though her flesh was burning, but there was nothing to cool. Her teats weren't burning from the strikes, they only tingled slightly. They tingled in a most pleasant and enticing way. Her mind rebelled against the demand to stop. She didn't actually want it to end. But she had to say it. She had to...
“But why, Miss Do? I feel it my duty to stop your lies...” Ahuizotl said firmly, tail-hand sending two more slaps across the wobbling and vulnerable teats. The actions done he used the fingers on that hand to pinch one nipple. The flesh was drawn tight, the surface pebbled and the whole thing as hard as stone. “Look. This is so firm, so aroused. How can I let you lie? I know the truth better than even you. You may have the right to lie to yourself but I find it tragic that you do...”
Daring released a loud gasp, back arching, wings desperately slapping as she attempted to take her teats away from Ahuizotl. It was true. The tingle in her teats had become that warm, enriching pleasure which had worked over her chest and belly. She had always wondered what it would feel like. The right application of force gave her the answer. It felt good enough to stiffen her nipples. “S-stop this! This is going too far! Set off the death trap. Let's get on with how it's meant to be.”
“I will not return to the routine. I will not let you force me to be a mere puppet to how you believe it must be,” Ahuizotl said firmly, suddenly stalking off to the lower portion of the altar to stare between daring's spread legs.
“What do you think you're doing?!” Daring cried, her voice jumping half an octave despite her attempts to restrict it. “Don't get near there...”
“You never stopped others,” Ahuizotl snarled, his voice heavy with contempt. He then gave a smile and leaned in close. “Besides, I can see you don't want me to leave this, either.” Daring's marehood was flushed, dark pink in color, the lips parted slightly and already moist with arousal. Ahuizotl leaned in and took a good, deep sniff of the musky petals, his tongue sliding over his lips to leave a sheen of saliva. “This flower... I always knew it would become my favorite had I ever the chance to smell it.”
Daring panted heavily as Ahuizotl's toothy maw approached her aroused sex, her body growing less tense as he simply sniffed at her and did nothing more. “Yeah? Well that 'flower' isn't for you! So you can get away from there right now!”
“You are right. I should not... rush this, “Ahuizotl said, moving to the side of the altar and bringing both his proper hands down on Daring's trembling teats. “I have neglected this part of you. How terrible of me. Here... can you ever forgive me, Miss Do?”
The sudden hard, solid grasp of her teats sent a sudden cry from Daring, making her back arch again and her wings shoot out in surprise. “I d-didn't... didn't mean that! Let go of those!” Daring's objections came in a breathy tone, while her anger was mixed with a light desire. The squeezing was hard, rough, yet controlled. The flesh was never taken to a compression it could not sustain. It was a deep tissue massage, just on some very sensitive tissue. Ahuizotl's fingers seemed to trace every nerve in her mounds.
Ahuizotl leaned down and smiled as he continued to work over the twin hills of flesh. He grasped the two as close to the bases as he could and squeezed slowly, gently applying pressure until he had reached the limit and gotten both nipples to stand proudly. Then he let his tongue out to slowly slide along both of them, grinding the top. His tongue was not entirely feline, but there was a patch of soft fleshy protuberances, small enough to feel like nothing more than a ticklish fuzz. He swiped that part across the pebbled, stone-hard nipples over and over again.
“Ngh! Stop! You... you beast! Stop that right now!” Daring's cries rang around the room, silencing the echoes of wet slurps and the sudden deep purring coming from Ahuizotl. Her body trembled, all four limbs twisting and pulling desperately, her wings flapping for all the good they did her. She was truly feeling the pleasure, her sex growing all the more moist, the delicate lips trembling as her arousal grew to a level that she had not felt in ages.
“Beast... is that all I am to you, Miss Do? A beast? Surely I am more to you than that. You are remarkably unkind to speak to me is such a way,” Ahuizotl said, drawing one last lick across both nipples and then blowing a sudden, cool breath over the nubs of flesh.
“Ah! B-beast! Monster! Stop doing this to me! Let me out of these! Don't waste both our times when you know I'll win!” Daring shouted, her eyes squeezed tight, her jaw snapping shut after her demands were made. Her teeth were clenched so tight she was trembling, but that may have just been her desperately fighting the lingering delight that flowed form the sudden shock of pleasure following the sudden cool breath across her heated nipples.
“If that's what you desire, who am I to deny you?” Ahuizotl said, releasing both teats suddenly and stepping slightly back from the altar. His tail-hand came up again, hovering between Daring's spread legs. His palm was down and the fingers pressed together straight out. Suddenly the thing flashed down, the fleshiest part slapping down on Daring's aroused sex, sending a wet smack to echo dully around the room.
Daring's eyes snapped open wide and her mouth dropped. She didn't scream, but she let out a strangled cry that couldn't decide what it wanted to be. After a moment of wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise she looked down in utter shock at Ahuizotl. “Wh-what in Tartarus was that? Why would you do that?!”
“You carry your weight like many mares do, down in your hips and... other areas...” Ahuizotl said. His tail-hand was still pressed down against Daring's crotch, and he slowly rubbed it up and down. The fingers pushed down just slightly, to feel over the softness and warm plumpness of the area. “This is soft, padded. The contact is light, flesh-on-flesh, without mashing against bone. You feel only the sudden impact against this flower.” So saying, his tail-hand lifted again, trailing sticky mare honey, and came back down once more at the same moderated pace, to create the same modest, wet smack.
Daring winced a little, from the soft-palmed strike against her sensitive petals and the plump mound above. She also winced because it was true. The slaps stung a little but pleasantly so, like the strikes against her teats. Moderation was the key; it was as though Ahuizotl knew exactly how much force to use to make her squirm. Another slap came down on her juicy sex, sending out a wet thwack and making he legs tremble. She wanted to pull them up and closed, to protect her sensitive flesh, but she also wanted what came of the strike, the mash of soft palm against her clit and the subsequent burst of pure pleasure.
“You can moan if you desire. I would prefer it, Miss Do. Let me know how much you love this. Tell me,” Ahuizotl purred, lifting his tail-hand slowly, to show the threads of warm fluid connecting it to its target. The next stroke came from lower, with little force, more of a hard pat. More of the same came down, the hand moved around the plump area to spread the firm thumps.
Daring held out as long as she could, head thrashing side-to-side, mouth still pulled into a grimace of focused resistance. It was no use. The softer strikes, the greater spread, the additive nature of it, it piled up on her. She let out a moan, strangled and hidden behind a grunt. But it was a moan. The second was less hidden, though still wrapped in the thick cloth of a groan of frustration.
With a smile of triumphant pleasure Ahuizotl pulled his tail hand away and slowly licked up the musky fluid that clung to it. “Was that really so hard? I just want my due...”
“You due is my hoof shoved up your ass and another one crushing your bit-pouch!” Daring hissed, her cheeks burning hot as she desperately attempted to ignore that she had moaned. The pleasant tingle remained between her thighs, as did the warmth from the crotch-spanking she had just endured.
“Such language!” Ahuizotl said with mock horror, a teasing smile playing along his lips. “But since you seem so interested en mi culo, I suppose it would be only right to give you more of what you truly desire.”
“What's that supposed to-” Daring's question was cut off by Ahuizotl's graceful acrobatics. He deftly leaped into the air, twisting to the side to turn his body around. As he did that he executed a somersault with the same gracile ease. For a moment Daring was actually staring at it. In her most private moments she could admit to herself that she really did love how Ahuizotl moved.
The movements turned him completely around, his head facing away from Daring's head and his backside aimed in her direction. He landed on the altar, his rear paws firmly planted on either side of her head while his hands grasped the stone on either side of her hips. He gave his masculine rear a shake, and then dropped his hips slowly, bringing his blue-furred moons closer and closer to Daring's face. Before he wound up making a pillow out of her face something else made contact with her.
Daring crossed her eyes and looked down as Ahuizotl's cerulean-skinned scrotm came down against her snout. The cool stones within were surprisingly heavy, and felt almost active. Each one was the size of a lime, if not a lemon, and had a similar ovoid shape. The musky pouch was slowly dragged along her snout, down the bridge and over her trembling lips. “You're kidding me,” Daring said, tight lipped, speaking only when the nuts were away from her mouth.
“Do my cojones amuse you, Miss Do? I was so hoping they would impress you. Surely no stallion you have met has had such noble nards as these,” Ahuizotl said with great pride. He lifted his rear again and pushed back slightly, before coming down once more and resting his testicles over Darling's eyes. “Perhaps you need a closer look...”
“Get... them... off...” Daring seethed, shaking her head a little but succeeding only in jostling the fat sac.
“Oh yes, I nearly forgot...” Ahuizotl said, lowering his head between Daring's thighs and releasing a hot, focused breath across her spanked nethers. “Getting off should be foremost in your mind... but so should the careful protection of my jewels. I can be a gentle tender to this flower... or I can snap away the petals in one stroke. We must trust each other, Miss Do, yes?”
Daring groaned in frustration, and pleasure, as the lingering tremble from the wafting breath moved through her, and the balls lifted off her her eyes, sliding down her snout again, though more slowly than before, and lingering over her nostrils to allow her to heavily suck in Ahuizotl's warm and masculine musk. It was spicy, exotic, properly foreign. No stallion had a scent like him. To her fascination and subtle horror it was quite inviting. “Fine. I won't bite off your pouch. But I'm not gonna li- mmph!” Further comment was lost, mumbled out around the muffling barrier of Ahuizotl's plump nuts, which had dropped right into her open mouth.
“Yes... just like that. Hum for me, Miss Do. Make beautiful music while I see to you...” Ahuizotl moaned, with his usual suavity. His snout came down and he ground his nose firmly against Daring's wet snatch. The spherical clit was standing out proudly, flushed as dark a pink as it could be, while her inner lips were slightly parted in anticipation, the whole shining in the torch light. Ahuizotl's nose ground against that pleasure button again and again, while his lips pursed to tease and nibble carefully along the inner and outer lips in turn.
Daring moaned unashamedly, her wings stretched out, trembling, too stiff to flap. Her limbs, as well, were stretched out stiffly. After so much helpless teasing, so much careful stoking and buildup, to feel pure pleasure like that, expressed as an even higher level of tease, made her whole body tense. Her moans were thankfully indistinguishable from her complaints and protests, all just a collection of muffled hums that vibrated Ahuizotl's testicles.
Due to their ample size Daring could scarcely hold both in her mouth. Her jaw hung down, in order to keep her teeth away from them, and she did her best to seem harmless. She didn't want to swallow, and thus seem to be savoring the salty tang of the heavy balls, so an undignified stream of saliva soon started running from between her lips and over her cheeks, and throat. Her tongue pushed at the ample testes, sliding and writhing against them to try and get them out.
Eventually Ahuizotl relented, and lifted his backside up, removing the oversized pouch from Daring's mouth with a lewd, wet pop, which left Daring panting softly and moaning out through her nose. The reprieve was short, however. He had seemingly felt Daring's distress, and brought his sac back down again, with his hips angled to only touch one ball to her lips. It was the work of a moment to get just that stone into her mouth, where the lips pressed loosely around it.
Ahuizotl moaned deeply as his testicle was sucked, if reluctantly. He knew Daring wasn't enthusiastic about it, but she did it in any event. He nosed around her clit again, still lipping at her folds and occasionally letting a panting breath wash across her dewy snatch, and smiling at the trembling response that got, which included another few drips of Daring's heady honey.
Daring turned her head a little bit, panting hard and moaning through her nostrils again. She wanted the sound as muted as she could make it, to steal the satisfaction from Ahuizotl. It was little more than the hollowest of victories. He knew she was excited, that he was pleasuring her with his perverted but effective ministrations. Her mouth was filled once again, with the other testicle, and she grumbled softly as she began to suck on it, with less reluctance than before.
Ahuizotl smiled broadly and actually planted a kiss on Daring's sensitive button, as though rewarding her for her lowered inhibition. His tongue slipped form his mouth and gave a quick, hot swipe across Daring's clit. As with her nipples, the ticklish patch added a texture to the lick. But the flesh being licked was far, far more sensitive.
Daring gave a cry that she didn't bother to muffle, head twisting to the side, body pulling and squirming hard on the stone of the altar. “Ah! D-don't..!”
Ahuizotl blew a chilly puff of air over Daring's saliva-slickened nub and added a small suckle after. “But you like it, Miss Do. This is clear. Let us try something more...”
Daring's half-lidded eyes noticed that her vision was no longer dominated by the looming testicles. The small favor was replaced with a dawning realization of what was actually happening as the sopping stones lightly tapped on her chin and slid down to her throat while Ahuizotl's puckered anus approached the reach of her mouth. “No way... there is no...”
“Deny that it has been done and I will leave you in this state,” Ahuizotl said with a sudden sternness. He ground his textured tongue over Daring's clit; whether it was encouragement or some perverse punishment was impossible to say. “I have earned all of your attentions. If you will do for others you can do for me. Now.”
Daring was lost for a moment, her brain a jumbled sea of uncertainty, fear, defiance and throbbing pleasure. Her world boiled down to her engorged button, to the unique experience of the exotic tongue grinding against it. Everything was new, tinged with excitement and uncertainty, but it was all so good. The lingering echoes of overpowering pleasure faded little by little, her figure trembling hard, wings giving shuddering flaps and sudden stiff trembles. Her mouth hung open, saliva leaking down one cheek, her tongue just peeking out.
Her composure was a shaky thing, but she eventually had the presence of mind to know that she was in no position to argue. How Ahuizotl had known was not the issue. He was right. “Fine...” She rasped out, throat tight. Her tongue slowly lifted as Ahuizotl's rear end came down, both motions leading to the meeting of tongue-tip and wrinkled ring. Her tongue slowly made a circuit of the very farthest perimeter, with a slow hesitation. More of the masculine musk met her senses, along with the salty bite of subtle sweat. In the humid environment it was hardly a surprise.
Ahuizotl gave a light shiver, his body going stiff for a moment as he savored the feeling of the unresisting tongue teasing its way around the rim of his ring. He wanted to stop everything and savor the glorious pleasure of Daring with her tongue on his anus, but he knew better. He had to follow through with his end of the strange agreement they had made.
His tongue lashed out at Daring's clit again, but did not stop after a slow, hard circle of the turgid nub. He continued to lick, sliding down along one outer lip, then down over Daring's dainty taint. He flicked and twisted his tongue at the area, creating a little frisson of reaction, before letting his tongue glide back up again against the other outer lip.
His licking did not go once more to clitoral stimulation, but dipped just slightly into the steamy passage, just far enough to teasingly lick both inner lips at the same time. After the first lick he twisted his tongue and pressed firmly, opening the passage up by pushing one of the petals stiffly aside. He repeated the motion on the other side, to leave Daring's twitching inner walls somewhat exposed.
To Daring's shame she gave a series of loud, shuddering moans, mouth practically pressed against Ahuizotl's muscular ring. She panted heavily after the deft licking, some amusement filling her as she watched the wrinkled, dark-blue skin quiver and the surrounding blue-furred moons tremble a little. Her tongue reached out again and swiped a saliva-laden lick directly over the whole anal surface.
Her next tongue-swipe slid more slowly across the twitching ring of muscle. She twirled her tip around the perimeter and slowly drew inward, slow enough to let her feel the slight bump of every wrinkle. She dug her tongue tip against the center of Ahuizotl's pucker, just enough to slightly part the muscles but not dip too deeply. She wiggled her tongue around with deft adroitness, showing off. It may have been galling to be doing it for Ahuizotl, but she was good, and wanted to make certain he knew just how good.
Ahuizotl was losing his power by inches, in some sense. Daring's talented, ass-pleasing tongue was giving him more pleasure than he had ever figured he could get from such an act. He gave a long, slow, whole-tongue slurp from clit to taint, getting a shiver and squirt of musky juice for his efforts. He nibbled at the lowest point of her maresex for a moment and flickered his tongue along the cleft, catching both spread inner lips.
The rising delight building in Ahuizotl moved him to jab his tongue deeply into Daring's snatch, twisting it around, grinding the textured portion of his tongue against the warm, pressing walls. He tickled his way along the accordion-like folds in the passage, his tongue tip taking light swipes over each one, in a similar fashion to the fold-flicking Daring was giving his ass.
Daring was moaning up a storm. She had stopped caring about how it looked. Her body was not thrashing in an attempt to escape, she was writhing around in pure delight. Her wings were stretched out fully, trembling and stiffly flapping as the flame of pleasure burned through her veins, reaching her wingtips, tingling through her limbs, making her mind cloudy.
The deep, careful licking flicked at her g-spot more than a few times, while Ahuizotl's chin pressed against her clit every few licks, on purpose. He ground his fuzzy chin against Daring's pleasure button when he had an especially deep or deft series of licks. The attention seemed to be working for both of them.
Daring licked desperately at Ahuizotl's pucker harder, faster, digging her tongue firmly at the tightly-squeezing muscle. Her sex fluttered in delight at the continual licking and clit-pressing, and her honey flowed freely, lapped up immediately by Ahuizotl's hungry tongue.
The analingus ended abruptly, Daring giving a sharp cry and a shuddering groan. Her spread sex squirted out a generous flow of her hot juice across Ahuizotl's face and digging, squirming tongue. His rubbing of her clit eased up and his tongue slowly withdrew, each little withdrawing lick slowly easing Daring through the throes of her orgasm.
Daring remained tense and quivering for a time, the waves of orgasmic pleasure serving to cool the fire that had blazed through her nerves. The classes of pleasure had never been made so clear to her before. She was left pleasantly relaxed, feeling tingly and entirely pleasured. She still wasn't willing to admit it. “Are you done now?”
Ahuizotl licked his face clean, at least as much of it as he could reach, and grinned back at Daring. “No, and you know why...”
Daring blinked to clear her lust-fogged eyes when Ahuizotl moved again. He was showing off again, spinning, twisting in the air after another jump. His hands landed on the altar's edge, while his paws securely settled down where his hands had previously been. She looked down the underside of his body and saw what he was getting at.
Ahuizotl's erection stood out stiffly, throbbing wildly in time with the beating of his heart. It was as large as any stallion's she had had, if not more so, but it was not built like any she had seen before. Where stallion rods were blunt his was tapered, the conical tip leading to the fat length, which lacked a medial ring. The color of it was dark bluish-black, mottled with cerulean. The thing which stood out most were the several rings of texture on it. They looked like fleshy nubs, large enough to be individually seen but small enough to create a collective sensation. She gaped at the thought and looked sternly up at Ahuizotl. “I sucked your sweaty balls and rimmed your ass! I did what you wanted! I'm not letting you rip my cunt into ribbons with that monster!”
Ahuizotl silenced Daring's angry ramble with a kiss. He didn't care that her mouth had just been engaged with his anus; he didn't care that he was making her taste the musky sweetness of her own vaginal fluids. He needed to calm her with a kiss. “They are soft...” he purred, looking directly into her eyes. “They are not the sharp spines you think of. They are thick, fleshy, rounded... but stiff enough to hold your interest. Trust me, Daring. Trust me...”
“You know I don't...” Daring huffed softly, staring right back into Ahuizotl's eyes. “You know I can't...” She licked her lips, tasting her own sex on them. The pervert had kissed her with his cunnilingus-flavored lips. “But...” He had kissed her after she had finished sucking his stones and licking his pucker. “I believe you're not going to shred me.”
“I would never. Death traps you can escape are one thing. But to tear your beautiful flesh, the flesh I have tasted, that yielded up a rich nectar to my tongue... no. Your flower is not to be harmed. I can assure you, I have better plans for this moment...” Ahuizotl's lowered his rear end slowly, to allow the midsection of his erection to press down on Daring's clit. He was between nub circles, and so just ground the smooth, dry, heated flesh against the button, smearing around the mixture of her fluid and his saliva.
Daring shuddered hard, her body still sensitized following her orgasm. The raw, direct stimulation of her clit was too much, too soon. She struggled lightly in her bonds and glared down at Ahuizotl's grinning face. “If you're gonna do it, do it. Don't just rub me.”
“You asked,” Ahuizotl said with a wink and air-kiss towards Daring. His hips drew back, dragging the fleshy length along Daring's crotch. His nubs bumped across the bulb of nerves, making Daring shiver pleasantly under him. His smile pulled wider at that reaction. He was playing her like an instrument, and she was helpless to resist his virtuoso skills.
His tip finally reached her sopping sex, pointed head flicking her clit downward before it settled slightly within her open lips. He didn't hesitate in his penetration, but he took his time with it. He savored the feeling of the warm, twitching flesh pressing and moving against his erection. His head was studded with the thick, fleshy bristles, and tickled as it plunged smoothly down the passage.
Daring cried out suddenly. There was more than just the ticklish massage of the textured penis along her clit, thanks to the angle of Ahuizotl's penetration. The soft spines, in their rings down the thick pole, worked along her flesh, with greater effect as Daring's body unashamedly squeezed down. Those rubbery spines plucked at her furrowed inner walls like deft fingers over the strings of a carnal harp. Her inner walls shuddered and slowly rolled on the length, drawing it down deeper. She wasn't saying she wanted more, but she couldn't deny she did.
Ahuizotl, too, was in a new region of pleasure. The nubby spines weren't just a way to pleasure Daring, they also did plenty for him. Each tug and flick massaged a point on his cock, and there were plenty of flicked spots. He was getting it coming and going. The smooth insertion was tight, hot and wet, the flesh gliding over the bumps. As he pulled back he traded the wet heat for a nearly unbearable tingle of pleasure as he worked all his rubbery spines through her passage.
The long shaft of thoroughly non-pony flesh was almost designed for Daring. Ahuizotl's still-soaking balls nestled comfortably against her rear end, while the point of his tip nudged lightly against Daring's cervix. He rested his hips after discovering that pleasant confluence of facts, letting all of the shared pleasure come from Daring's actions. He let her massage his pride with her quivering and rolling inner walls, while she got herself off with a buck of her hips, grinding her own clit against his length.
Daring had never been with a pony that was so perfectly sized. Fat enough to make her muscles ache the way she loved, long enough to be filling but not so much he obnoxiously battered her inner barrier like he was trying to breach a castle door, with cool, heavy stones that rested against her rear end. She could be forgiven for her work, her desperate bucking, the tight, hard, eager clench and shudder of her vaginal walls. She didn't notice or care she was moaning, giving Ahuizotl wordless praise for just being there.
Ahuizotl savored the adoration for a moment longer before drawing back his hips once again, smoothly and slowly pulling out ring after ring of nubs, which created a deep, shuddering moan from both his mouth and Daring's. They were in synch, the moans resonating right until his pointed tip seemed ready to leave her passage.
He 'stirred' his hips around, working at her nerves, rubbing the tip barbs around at her outer and inner lips, as well as her clit. He teased her mercilessly for a long moment, soft sounds of delight dripping from his lips, in contrast to Daring's more purely base and wanton gasps and groans. He could have done it forever, slowly making her bear his slow pleasure, but he had other plans.
After one more clockwise swirl of his rod he put all his weight and muscular strength into a powerful thrust, powering his pole straight through into her depths, nuts shaking wildly as they caromed off of Daring's backside. He didn't let her have a moment of rest, but yanked himself halfway out immediately, transforming her hot moan into a sudden shriek of delight, his spines plucking her nerve strings like a mad musician set free. He did it again, the hard thrust with all his might and the sudden withdrawal, making more cacophonous sexual music out of squishing flesh, thumping testes and the screams of pleasure freely erupting from Daring.
While his backside was in rapid motion, Ahuizotl's front moved in a more subdued fashion. One hand stretched up and out to the edge of the altar, and was placed firmly on top of Daring's bound hoof. Daring's eyes, which had been tightly shut, snapped open and her head turned to look at the hand on her hoof. She twisted her head to the other side as Ahuizotl repeated the action on her other hoof. “What..?”
No reply was forthcoming. Stretched out as he was Ahuizotl was forced to put his chest down, resting it directly against Daring's body. His face was right against hers, and soon enough he had silenced one instrument in the sexual symphony. His lips cut off Daring's screams and moans, his tongue serving as further mute for her questioning mumbles and groaning replies to the pleasure visited upon her.
Saliva flowed from one mouth to the other as tongues fought an epic battle of will. Daring remained unbroken, her own mare, a strong figure, even despite being awash in pleasure born from a sort of sex she had never even imagined. A crippling doubt moved through her, as the exotic cock plucked away at her nethers and her tongue wrestled with Ahuizotl's own. She wasn't sure he was trying to break her.
He gave as good as he got from the sparring muscle, wrapping his tongue around hers only to lose the slippery thing to a quick twist. Her mouth filled with his saliva, and she swallowed it down, just as quickly as he was drinking her own. She could feel his throat pulse when her tongue dug deep, barely able to touch the back of his long muzzle. Wrong. He was all wrong. His build was like nothing else she knew, the feel of his passion, the taste of his mouth, the spice of his musk. It was nothing like a pony's. She wasn't supposed to have it. But he gave it, unashamedly.
She dared to open one eye, to look into Ahuizotl's face. His face was probably screwed into a contortion of concentration as he fought to win his oral war and pervert her pony pleasure with his strange, bestial...
His eyes were open, and looking down on her. They were strangely focused, if half-lidded, and not wavering as he casually trapped and released her tongue, rammed his hips and yanked another burst of burning pleasure out of her. His hands gave her hooves a squeeze, and his tail-hand made itself known once more, twisting between their bodies to squeeze one of her teats, and massage the hard nipple.
Daring's back arched while her wings flapped. She broke the eye contact and then forcibly broke the kiss. She dragged her tongue out of Ahuizotl's mouth and twisted her head as far as she could to mostly pull his out, the slippery tongue sliding over her lips before pulling back into his mouth. “You don't! You can't!” She screamed, teeth bared in anger.
“I can. I do.” Ahuizotl whispered, licking up Daring's throat, never halting the desperate thrust of his hips. Hot jets of thin precum splashed across Daring's sensitized and nub-raked walls and against her cervix. He was coming close.
“Like this? This is sick!” Daring cried, wincing as her climax threatened again. Her anger couldn't stop her body from feeling good. More than good. “The crystals...”
“They do not change how you feel. They do one thing only and it is not that,” Ahuizotl purred, slowing his motions. A quick jab of his hips was followed by a slow, agonizing withdrawal, each rubbery nub pulling at her flesh, dragging her languidly towards the second orgasm. “And this... come now Daring. For those like us, would any other way be acceptable to you? Would you ever..?”
“No! No...” Daring muttered, wincing again and choking back a frustrated groan. Her next attempt was a failure, the groan shouted out as her inner walls trembled. She pulled and rolled over the invading cock, not bothering to try and control the uncontrollable response.
She peaked as she considered her conflict. The sudden spike of pleasure sent her head back and pushed her belly up as much as it could go, pressing her sweaty, trembling form into Ahuizotl's warm, moist coat, in an intimate touch. She had another squirting climax, splattering her scented fluid across his testicles, keeping them good and wet. Her tense body trembled as she held against him, then fell, shuddering, back to the altar. She was still tingling, the delight was still rolling through her. He was still in her. “What do they do?”
Ahuizotl's only answer was a guttural groan. His head smoothly swept back and he cried out his passion to the stone ceiling. His hands squeezed Daring's hooves tightly and his tail-hand clenched down on one teat. His thick erection throbbed heavily, and unloaded hot squirts of gooey, tingling seed. Each hot load splattered heavily against the face of her inner barrier, small squirts managing to pass the barrier and breach her womb. Warmth settled heavily within her, her passage quickly filled to capacity, leaving a small trail oozing slowly out of her.
His orgasm was sustained, and as heavy as it had been at the start. Those sperm-churning stones were not merely decorative. The semen packed into her womb, despite the low incidence of it gushing in. Her belly alternately bulged and flattened, as the flow of seed collected then was pushed out by a tight squeeze from Daring that forced it past the plug of Ahuizotl's cock. The altar beneath her crotch was a pool of slowly moving goop, looking like a spilled puddle of glue.
Ahuizotl collapsed atop Daring and smiled at her. “Think of your hooves being free.”
Daring thought of that, the shackles around all four hooves releasing with soft clicks. “Magic shackles... clever.”
“More clever than you know. You could have escaped any time simply thinking of being free. But you always think your bonds are locked tight, you think of escaping, you think of... our routine. You stayed locked because you imagined you had to,” Ahuizotl said, with his head against Daring's neck. “The crystals did that.”
Daring shook her freed limbs and squirmed beneath Ahuizotl, wriggling her way out from underneath him little by little. “That's it? Magic bondage crystals? You're slipping, Ahuizotl,” Daring scolded.
“They do more. Much more. They have magic in them, powerful magic. Magic enough to put an end to our routine,” Ahuizotl said, arching his back and stretching out to crack it. His softening organ slid out of Daring with a lewd slurp and small spatter of mingled honey and seed onto the altar. The remainder of Daring's creampie peeked from between her lips like a pearl.
Daring felt over her body, including her crotch. She was still a little tender from the rubbery-spined rutting. “I don't feel dead, or paralyzed or evil.”
“You will see in time. We will have our chance again,” Ahuizotl said, leaping off the altar with a restrained grace and slowly sauntering to the door from which he had first entered. “Do not fear, Daring. I will always be close, if you need me.”
Daring rested on her side after Ahuizotl had gone. He had had her. No death trap. No tricks. No cats. Just... the inevitable. She had always assumed she would be violated by mercenaries, or by uncommunicative native ponies. She had never dared consider it might be Ahuizotl... or that he would be good at it. She hadn't wanted to consider the idea. There was too much there. Too many confusing complications.
She rolled off of the altar and strolled up to one of the gems. It looked like an ordinary magical crystal, glowing with that soft green light she had noted when she came to. Up close there was a subtle warmth to it, weak but present. She ran a hoof along it, then the carvings on the wall. Nature scenes. A common motif.
She popped her neck and gave a long, slow sigh. She'd need time to look the place over, write up her findings, and then head back to civilization to share her findings. She couldn't let anything interrupt her. With a final shrug she trotted through the door Ahuizotl had taken.
As she trotted along she still felt the odd tingle in her sex. Those spines had really done a number on her walls, her folds and her clit. Her womb was warm with the semen that had been forced inside, something that had never happened in her previous sexual encounters. Maybe it was just Ahuizotl's strange penile construction that did it. His semen was pretty odd. The warmth was radiating. And it tingled in a most unusual, but delightful, way.
Seven Months Later
Flashbulbs popped and reporters eagerly conversed amongst themselves as they waited for the main event. They were all crammed into a convention center room, facing an empty table loaded with microphones. Soon enough they snapped to attention and began to clamor as the object of their excitement appeared.
A.K. Yearling trotted slowly up onto the stage holding the table, settling herself behind the microphones. She looked as she always did during her rare public appearances, with her bow-decorated gray cloche, large glasses and dark purple shawl tied off at the neck. The open front of her attire let the audience clearly see the round, full swell of her pregnant belly. She gently tapped one of the microphones and said, “Alright. I will take questions one at a time.”
A general din erupted as all the reporters shouted for attention. One of the number was finally selected. “Yes, Miss Yearling, is it true that this book, Daring Do and the Temple of Life, will be the final one in the series?”
A.K. nodded in response and adjusted her glasses. “That's correct. I think I've done all I can with the character. She was getting into a rut, so I thought I would change the game.”
Another hubbub followed before a second reporter was selected. “There are rumors going around that, based on leaked excepts, you have changed the Ahuizotl character. Can you comment?”
“I can't comment on any rumors based on ponies leaking what should be kept hidden,” A.K. huffed, seeming to glower at the one that had asked. “I can't answer any plot questions until after the official release.”
The quest for attention was a bit subdued following the stern answer to the prior question. A third reporter was selected despite the cooling of enthusiasm. “Is it true that your new maternity was a factor in choosing to end the series? There are still questions regarding-”
“This interview is over! I'll have my publisher mail the standard PR pack. Thank you and good day,” A.K. said stiffly, rising with as much speed as she could muster and stalking out the door, followed by rapid flashes and a wall of questioning voices.
A.K. made her way through the twisting halls of the center to a room marked with her name. Inside it was made up like the green room at a television studio, with a lighted mirror, a large couch, a cluttered collection of cases and a large fruit basket, which had been picked over.
She sat down in front of the mirror and slowly rubbed her head. “You knew they'd be asking... you should have just turned it down...” She mumbled to herself, shaking her head just a bit.
“You are too brave for the coward's exit,” purred a muffled voice from inside one of the large cases. The wheeled container looked like an ornate, antique steamer trunk, with gem inlays and aged teak construction. The lid slowly rose, and Ahuizotl peeked out from within. “You had to appear, to tell them you were going away.”
“You're the reason why,” Daring said, stripping off her authorial persona at the same moment she swept off the cloche and glasses. “You did this to me. You and those stupid crystals. I didn't know there was magic strong enough to cross a pony and... you.”
“Life finds a way,” Ahuizotl said with a laugh, slipping from the trunk and settling himself behind Daring, He rested his head atop her head and his three hands on her belly, while he regarded the mirror. “I told you it would change our routine...”
“I think I would have preferred, 'Daring, I think you're the hottest piece of flank in Equestria. Do me, I've got a super awesome dick,' over being tied to an altar by trick shackles in the middle of a fertility temple. At least some warning would have been nice! You could have just unloaded in my ass...” Daring groused.
“I could have. I considered it. But really, how many opportunities would I have had to get you in this state?” Ahuizotl asked, getting a tail flick on his stomach for his trouble.
“At least you're really not the raging ass I thought you were. You really thought I'd always stop you?” Daring asked, looking up at Ahuizotl's eyes in the mirror.
“You have the skill. Oh, I did want those little trinkets. I never would have used them if I thought you weren't up to stopping me. I probably would have just displayed them, my gallery of petty historical larceny,” Ahuizotl chuckled.
“They're all in museums now, or buried back where they belong. Or destroyed. At least now I can rest. Sort of...” Daring said, placing a hoof over Ahuizotl's hands.
“What? Retirement means rest. And you have so much money, you never need to work,” Ahuizotl said.
“I have to run to the ends of Equestria, and maybe beyond. A.K. Yearling has to disappear completely from the face of the Earth. Daring Do does too. The readers will think it's crazy that Daring Do let herself settle down with the guy she always said was her nemesis. They'll think it's impossible that they had a kid together, a child of legendary import to fulfill an ancient prophecy and save the world. But it sure plays better than a hot and heavy session in a temple...” Daring said with a slight blush and a cheeky grin.
“It is all for the best,” Ahuizotl said, rubbing the top of Daring's head with his chin.
“How do you figure?” Daring asked.
“We vanish from the world, you under a new name, in a far land, and I hidden whenever you choose to live, our child a secret from everyone... but we would be together, Daring,” Ahuizotl noted, placing a kiss atop her head.
Daring let out a breathy laugh, tilting her head up to place a kiss on Ahuizotl's chin. “I guess it's not too bad of an ending. I can live with riding off into the sunset to enjoy myself. And that that super awesome dick.”
Both of them dissolved into hearty laughter.
Author's Note
Judge me gently. My fetishes are modest and my intentions always to end in happiness.
