Daring Do and the Flying Futa Flitter
Fifteen days in and still no sign of the temple. The tan colored pegasus was losing hope on ever finding the sacred idol. It seemed as if each day dragged out longer than the last, having the adventurer lacking the enthusiasm to continue on much further. It also didn't help that the mare's heat had hit recently and she was struggling to keep a focused mind.
There had been a few days of grueling travel through the expansive forests and jungles, mostly getting lost and having to circle back around. Every time she found herself in a spot recently traveled, the pony gave a scoff and took a moment to get her bearings. Daring Do hadn't been this troubled in finding a place before. Of course, her frustration from ignoring more primal needs had been getting the way a bit too much lately.
She pulled the map from her breast pocket and laid it out on the ground. A rock or two and she made sure it wasn't going anywhere. There was a quick survey over the land and the geography the map held, one of her hoofed fingers tracing around here and there. Dangerous pits, perilous cliffs, and deathly caves, but nothing close to the temple.
As she squinted at the map, her violet eyes scanned the distance between the supposed location of this hidden temple and where she could only guess she resided right now. A deep groan and she sat back, taking off her pith helmet and fanning herself some. At this rate, she would be out here for a whole month, if not longer.
The adventuring pony grunted and looked up at the trees shading her from the glaring sun above. It was still far hotter than it looked. A second thought about the situation had her bite her bottom lip and snake a hand down between her legs. This heat was getting to her a bit worse than usual.
She seemed to quite along out here, especially with no raving fan chasing after her. Maybe just a bit of time to herself could ease the tension. In fact, it might help her concentrate a lot easier on her path instead of ignoring such a need building up within. A few minutes taken out of the day wouldn't hurt and she wouldn't be missing too much travel time.
“Well, Ms. Do..time to venture south,” she whispered to herself with a roll of her eyes.
Her fingers moved down, into the hem of her cargo shorts, while she rubbed the hoofed tips to her tan coat beneath. Just the simplest of touches had her already yearning for more. Was she really this needy? Sure, her heated sex below was nearly craving for attention but would a simple ease of pleasure keep her from getting side-tracked after? Only way to find out.
With no more need for encouragement, her fingers slipped into her shorts and began their journey below that elastic band of her panties. The closer she got, the more she felt her body nearly demanding for the pleasure. Her tan coat felt so smooth on the way down, barely making it to her loins before she let out a light gasp and shivered.
Yeah, she was in dire need. Those fingertips danced along her lap until she brushed over the crevice of her own cave. A cave that was begging to be explored. A touch to her winking clit and she let out another sound while pressing lightly to it. Carefully swirling her digit around the sensitive button, she moved her finger lower and glided down along the crease of her folds and back up.
“Oh... Finally~” she cooed out and closed her eyes. The pegasus was going to take her time with this to make it really count.
She was far more wet than she had previously assumed. Her fingers began their work at massaging the inner lips of her mound, drawing up her slick fluids and toying with her budding clitoris. It was amazing to finally give into the lust and just take a break from her journey in the thicket to roam the lands below. Judging by her feminine juices leaking out, it seemed her body appreciated the gesture just as much.
The comfort of her own clothing was feeling a little too stifling as she kept up the work. Her hoofed tips teased and caressed her most intimate of areas before she eventually pulled them free. A quick flick and a tug and her shorts were one with the grass below. Her gray panties were instantly pulled aside at the crotch and there she was. Finally exposing that heated and aching sex to the world.
There may have been a small part of her that took a secret joy in the fact she was out in the wilderness and doing such things. The thought of showing off to the world with anypony to come by and see what she had to offer. Her knees parted as she sat back and felt her wings expand a little at the idea. A small glance down at her mostly naked lower body and she was back at it.
The tan pony's knees lifted a bit as she slipping a couple of those dexterous digits right into her sunken treasure. A good spelunking session and she was already beginning to tilt her head back and moan out. The motions of her knuckles and the slick sounds between her legs were now working into her mind more than her surroundings. Each dip into her wet folds made her gasp out, pumping the digits like crazy along her walls and hitting those sweet spots only she knew of.
The scent of her aroused state combined with the heat had her groaning and tilting her ears back. Despite being on a journey this long with little means of a bath, she still thought she smelled rather insatiable. The light coat of sweat and strong scent of her venturing coupled with her rising lusts had a strange but very enticing concoction mixed in the air. It was divine.
The rising temperature was a clear indicator of how much her body was reacting to the treatment. Every dip inside was giving her a push to that release she was wanting so bad. Her wings flapped a little as she worked her body closer and let her palm press and roll against the stimulated bud atop her slick channel.
“Ah! There it is... Just...about there,” she panted, working her hand faster and reaching her free one up to grope along her still-clothed breast.
Just the right amount of pleasure with her hands, between groping and fingering herself, and she was nearing that proverbial edge faster than anticipated. The light drooling of her juices had her squirming her hips, rubbing that toned plot along the ground while she panted faster. There was nothing she wanted more right now than to just give in to the whole thing.
The pony felt her lower half seize up and her walls contract quickly. The surge of pleasure went up her spine and had her hooves in the air, shaking lightly. Those moist walls gripped and massaged at her digits before she opened her muzzle and let out a light groan once her orgasm finally hit.
The initial spritz of her juices into her palm made her gasp, shaking and grunting as she hit her mark and did her best to ride it out. Those hoofed fingers kept up the pace of trying to work within her, letting that soft palm rub to her clit repeatedly. The slick fluid worked against her, matting her tan coat at her lap and making her whimper in that lust as she held herself to that peak as long as possible.
Of course, it had to end. Her body went limp and she practically collapsed on the ground, panting heavily as she stared up to the trees offering her some shade. While she laid back, her chest heaved with each breath, lifting her hand up to look over the clear and slick coating her digits had. A small sniff and she smirked. She guessed she should be thankful no stallions were around, despite how much she would love to just ride one until sundown.
Little did she know, her lustful moans and the enticing scent in the air had draw in a visitor. One that would have no issue with giving her what she wanted.
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In the nearby brush, a set of eyes stared at the recently relieved pegasus laying on her back. The voyeur smiled as she noticed the glisten of those fingers while the tan pony looked them over. It was a moment of surprise that the light-lavender pegasus wanted to wait on before announcing her presence.
The dark maned pony stayed on her back a bit longer before finally sitting up and started to shift her panties back in place. It was a sight that the onlooker quite enjoyed, seeing the adventuring pony try to steady her nerves a little as she moved onto her hands and knees. Such a great position and perfect for what she wanted.
Flitter grinned wide, unable to keep her hands free of her phallus while she watched. A few strokes here and there, and she was just as firm as ever while noticing the damp spot on the gray fabric at the crotch of those panties. It looked like the masturbation session didn't do the trick entirely. Such a needy pony.
The hidden pony stifled a small giggle as she saw Daring Do crawl forward and towards the discarded shorts from earlier. The way she crawled was incredibly hot. So low and careful, letting her body spread out some being so close to the ground. Each movement was almost like a sensual roll or lift of her limbs, wings staying tucked to her back, and her head staying level.
Why she was doing this while heading towards the article of clothing, Flitter had no idea. Perhaps it was habit and instinct kicking in now that her pleasure high had gone down. Still, there were ways of easily changing that.
The winged pony in the brush sat up a little as she looked down at her own body. The tribal markings her own form had decorated upon it were part of her hunting camouflage. Swirls and stripes all over from the local berries had a more purple hue to her coat to let her blend in. Of course, having a thick tool jutting from her lap didn't exactly add to being hidden most of the time.
Her fingers danced over the engorged flesh, trailing up and down the spire of want while she breathed in and out slowly. When she looked up, she saw her prey had closed the distance to her shorts and looked to be reaching out for them. No time to give herself some private pleasure though, she didn't see a reason to with the heated pony before her.
Flitter's wings rose as she wiggled her hips, the teal mane draping down in front of her as she grinned wide. She waited for the perfect moment until she saw that hand come within inches of the article of clothing before jumping forward.
The sound of leaves rustled and sticks snapped as she rushed forward while managing to use her wings for all the forward momentum she could. The tan colors pony had no time to react when she heard the commotion, only able to turn her head to see the savage pegasus leap from her hiding spot.
“What..,” Daring managed to utter before she felt her hips lift and her body tilt with the motion.
The marked pony held tight as she let her form move over the unsuspecting prey, panting and giving a rather lewd grin. This was perfect. Her scent was strong and the fact that there was a heat in the air only seemed to draw out the lust of the pony with extra equipment. Any resistance was going to be met with the strength of desire.
Of course, the fact dear Daring didn't try pushing herself back up seemed to hint at something more. The pegasus stayed with her chest to the ground and those toned hips right in the air, not attempting an escape. This pleased Flitter greatly.
Those fingers groped along the soft but firm backside, teasing over the navigational cutie mark before giving a good squeeze. The pinned pony let out a light gasp and tilted her head lightly to try and look back at her lust-driven attacker but to no avail. There was little she could do in the position, Flitter made sure of that.
A thumb on each side of Daring's hips slipped under the hem of her panties and began to peel the fabric down slowly. Carefully, the underwear was moved to just under those round cheeks as the dark tail moved out out of the way. The tribal clad pony helped by tossing the tail up along the back instead and then began yanking at the light material.
There was a light gasp at the sudden eagerness to her body, leaving the tan pegasus squirming in place until she felt her panties slip to her knees. The savage behind her watched in curiosity as one of the legs lifted up and let her undress the adventurer completely from the waist down. Well, minus the dangling undergarment around one of her knees.
There it was. The dripping honey hole that was calling out for any stallion to take a nice and long dip into. Flitter drew in a deep breath as she looked it over and used a thumb to spread one side of the folds open. A clear drop of that fluid from within had her quiver in anticipation while she let her attacker get a good look at her body.
It wasn't hard to stay aroused at seeing such a sight, having that massive girth lift and brush along the tan pony's stomach. A smear of the leaking pre-seed from the tip had them both give a little shiver. The thick head traveled up and ran through the coat of her stomach until it nestled comfortably at the slick folds.
With no resistance from the positioned pony below, the hermaphrodite mare took hold of those hips and leaned in closer. A small press and she felt the winking sex at the tip of her fat rod, giving a rather animal-like grunt as she pushed forward. The thick end of her dark colored shaft gave a small slip before she repositioned and tried once more.
This time there was some give, smearing juices and making some small noises before that tight and hot hole finally accepted the intruder. Demanding entrance was only going to keep up anyway, so it was probably best to give in and let that monster have entry. Slowly, the throbbing end of Flitter's erection sank into Daring's depths as her hips did their best to keep feeding the pony that hefty stalk of flesh.
“S-stop! It... it's too much!” Daring grunted, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut tightly.
There was no stopping it, especially when the pony mounting her had yet to utter a word. With how tight it felt on Flitter's shaft, she could only imagine the strain those walls were feeling the further she pushed inside. Still, it felt far too good to even consider pulling out. A small buck and there was a wet squelch heard along with a moan from below.
“Just... just start slow!” the adventurer demanded, her hips giving a light lift and allowing that length to sink in fully now.
The winged pony above just gave a quick roll of her hips in response. The feeling of those walls gripping along her shaft felt amazing. Hitting deeper than possibly any stallion that's been lucky enough to take a dip, Flitter's member was nearly pumping in to the base each time. Every thrust had her lap press flush with that backside, holding onto those flanks with a grip that wasn't about to let go until the deed was done.
Her hips rolled and sent the beast sinking into the wet canal of the pony under her. Wet and very lewd noises were quickly starting to arise from the encounter. A lovely coat of those juices along the shaft made it easier to keep up the eager pace into her captive. Wet slurps seemed to be common at every pull back, easily accompanying insane amounts of bliss while the dominating pegasus kept up the thrusts.
Bursts of her clear pre spilled and drooled into the tanned body below. The olive green shirt the exploring pegasus wore was easily getting ruffled from the thrusts and her angle. Those soft panties dangled and swayed at her leg as the rutting continued with seemingly no end in sight.
Flitter knew, though. Her first orgasm was fast approaching and she wasn't about to hold it back. Even though she couldn't see Daring's face, the pony had a look a strained turmoil and need upon it with her teeth grit tightly together. The bit of drool from her heaving pants trickled lightly from her muzzle as she allowed her captor their use of her body.
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In all her times with one night stands or just a quick and rambunctious tussle someplace, Daring had never been treated in such a way with pure carnal need like this. She loved it. As much as it felt like she were to split in half from the vicious thrusts, she wanted it continue on.
Her hips shook a little from every pump, feeling her lips cling to that wonderful staff inside of her. The walls within gripped and massaged to the best of their ability as she huffed and gripped the grass between her fingers. It was like it was the perfect shape to keep her at the edge without actually pushing her over it and making her climax. It was incredible but also frustrating.
“H-harder!” she grunted, pressing back and trying to get her attacker to really give it to her.
It took a moment, her hips shifting back against them a few times, but there it went. The pounding became even more unstable and felt like it was almost punching her stomach or lungs. The wing was constantly being knocked out of her either way. Harsh thrusts and that tight hold onto her backside, she was being driven crazy.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body jostled from every hump, listening to her needy chamber swallow that scepter with such greed. She could even feel her stomach bulging at each push, making her want it that much more. This was exactly what she needed and it still wasn't enough to make her hit her own peak.
“I... I s-said... -oohh- Just... fuck me harder!” she finally moaned out, trying to push back in time with the thrusts to her body.
The bucking seemed to increase, nearly raising those hips and that plot up with every hump. The tanned pegasus let out a startled moan, letting them freely claim her as she heard those wet pats pick up in frequency. It was the sound of the most carnal and needy sex she's ever heard, even with the wild animals she's studied.
The air was heavy with lust and laden with the arousal of two mares, yet Daring knew there was a true shaft pumping away inside of her. How was there the scent of another mare nearby? Was one watching? Certainly, the one pounding at her tight depths wasn't a female with how she felt every throb and pulse of that incredible cock.
“More! M-more... Almost there!” she groaned, not even sure who was behind her but caring more about being on cloud nine instead.
Whether or not the other pony heard her or understood, that shaft stirred her pussy in ways no other had. Another spurt of that warm liquid into her made her almost cry out in the sensation. It wasn't semen, but it was close.
Her cheeks became flush with frustration and pleasure, breathing in sharply through her teeth as she grunted from the eager mount over her. She was going to sore for the rest of the week after this. It was getting to be too much for her, though. The estrus had taken its hold on the poor mare being drilled senseless, getting her loins to nearly dribble with excitement and her craving.
“I'm... I'm almost... Ahh... A-almost..,” she groaned, one of her legs lifting up lightly as she struggled to make sure her body could milk that length to the best of its ability.
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Flitter hadn't enjoyed such a tight mare in so long that this one seemed to be a treat just needing to be savored. As much as she wanted to just blow it all into her, there was a need to keep going and hold out until it was too much. Sadly, that moment was starting to close in a little faster than she intended.
Holding off on her orgasm a couple of times had put her into overdrive, pounding mercilessly at Daring's sweet pussy. The messy slurps and loud, wet claps were the only things she heard or understood at this point. With the pegasus below her muttering and screaming out various phrases, Flitter hardly took any of it in.
The tribal paints with the berries was starting to smear against that plot and those hips. The dark color made just as good of a contrast on the tan coat she was mounted over as it did her own. The sweat and contact had caused the two to exchange the markings some, smearing it plenty along Flitter's thighs and lap like a painting being ruined.
That thick shaft plunged hard and fast into the mare, diving deep and making sure to bottom out each time as she huffed in her thrusts. Her tail mane hung down as she stared along that bare rump and upturned tail, watching her shaft sink into the female over and over.
Each time her balls swung and slapped to that clitoris beneath, there was a light squeal from the tanned pegasus. More of that wetness doused and coated the invading shaft as she worked it into Daring Do's passage as if it were the last pussy in the world. The constant winks and grips along her pole were quickly moving the end up faster than she wished.
It wasn't easy to hold off. It was actually nigh impossible with how good it felt just having that warmth holding her member and feeling those lips roll and tug along the sensitive flesh. Every pass over her medial ring made her give a shiver and groan, panting hard in her position. It felt amazing, looked incredible, and her prey had certainly been wanting this just as much. Why hold back?
The was the last thing Flitter could think of before she gripped tightly to Daring's flanks and let out a low moan. Those thick orbs lifted up and hugged to her body as she felt herself driven off the edge of need and right into the arms of bliss. Nothing could stop her now, short of a firm grip to cut the flow.
With nothing impeding her lust, the tribal smeared pegasus dug her hoofed fingers into that backside and buried herself to hilt. The stomach of her precious and willing captive bulged a bit in the sheer size being filled in her as that stiff length gave those warning pulses.
Once. Twice. The third throb and twitch within that vise-like hold on her finally erupted that first blast of such potency directly into the heated chamber. The gush of white lust sprayed and filled the pony quickly with just one shot. Still, there was more to give. With the first sling of her seed spraying into the womb of the temple warrior, Flitter moaned with her wings fanning out above, giving into that sweet embrace of release.
Another thick rope shoots out and adds to the filling. The creamy substance now having nowhere to go as she feels it backwash out and spray onto her own lap from between those tight folds and her shaft. The flood of hot and heavy pony cum was quickly overflowing and sloppily drooling to the ground below.
This was easily one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced. Those walls clamped down and milked her eagerly, almost as if demanding more until she felt something else. In the midst of her own climax, she could feel the warm juices of the pegasus below spritz her loins and help ease the excess semen from her body.
From the feeling of it all, it seemed that Daring Do had climaxed along with her after all the squirming and moaning. The two of them shuddered and stayed against each other for a good several minutes, panting and heaving with glazed over eyes. It took a while before the savage pony finally realized where she was and who she was balls deep inside of before pulling back.
The slick feeling of pulling out made her coo in delight, hearing the loud slurp before the wet pop sounded out. The flared head drooling the last remnants of her seed as she watched the blocked flow finally drizzle out in a thick and creamy fashion from the freshly used hole. A job well done.
When reaching below her thick balls, she brushed her fingers to her moist slit hidden beneath and bit her lip. Perhaps another encounter with this pegasus could sate other needs. For now, she had to recuperate first and get out of there before the dust settled.
Her wings stretched and spread out before she took a few steps back and lifted up. The dripping shaft stayed firm as she gave a few strokes and notice her partner turn her body to look at who had taken privilege of her body. When locking eyes with those hazy violet ones, Flitter gave a wink and blew a kiss, holding the base of her soaked member before flying off through the trees.
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Daring felt like a mess after having such an earth shaking orgasm. Her legs were jelly and her eyes had a hard time focusing on anything at all. When the intrusion in her body left, she struggled until she finally saw who her sexual deviant was. It took a bit to process it all until she raised a brow at the wink and slowly started to lower her rump from the air.
Just sitting down had her wince and grunt, taking slow breaths as she chuckled to herself. Yeah, she was going to be extremely sore for the next few days, at least. The emptiness in her body from that shaft had her feel a tad lonely but the whole ordeal had been an experience she would never had traded for.
A small shift in her position to settle down better has her sigh from the throbbing pain within until she leans back and looks down at her body. It was still hard to believe what she saw moments ago. A flying futa pony? Here? She had heard the tales of savages in the land but hardly believed the rumors and all surrounding them. Here she was able to confirm it. Horny, breeding tribe ponies. Or, well, at least one of them.
When she turned to sit up, she noticed her flank marked in smeared markings. It looked like what the other pegasus had along her body. A closer inspection showed it to be a mixture of berries and something else to keep it applicable. A taste of it had her give a little coo, finding traces of an aphrodisiac within it. That explained some of it.
Still, that member on a female? How? It was a confusing notion, and one that Daring would dwell too long on, so she let it rest for now. A small rub to her lap at her sore clit and those painfully aching folds had her smirk. Must have had some of that tribal stuff on the shaft as well with the tingling feeling that kept lingering on her.
Or was she pregnant now? No, that couldn't be it. Could it? Instant impregnation? Daring sighed and shook her head as he laid back on her wings and stared up at the leaves and trees above her. She was drawing too many crazy conclusions from that intense session now that she was calming down and filled to the brim. She still couldn't get that thick and throbbing tool off her mind, though. It would be clopping material for years to come now.
“That thing certainly belongs in a museum,” she says quietly and snickers. She wouldn't be the only pony to check it out daily if that were the case. Maybe after a good nap, she would finally get dressed and try finding this temple once again. Maybe.
Author's Note
Cover image was in collaboration with the talented artist Pashoo/NakedSharks.
