Author's Note

(This chapter contains bondage and roleplay.)

Rainbow Dash's Daring Détente

Her cargo shorts lay in a heap across the room, next to her hiking boots. Her khaki top was unbuttoned, exposing a long band of smooth blue skin, broken only by rough, braided rope.

She squirmed slightly, causing the stiff-backed, armless wooden chair to which she was tied to wobble. Her arms were bound securely to the back of the chair; her wrists were tied together, and an extra layer of rope around her midriff secured her firmly to the chair. Only her legs were left unbound; her bare blue feet kicked out ineffectually as she wriggled in place. From beneath the brim of her pith helmet, rose-hued eyes glowered at her captor and tormentor. A white cloth gag tied around her mouth muffled the sounds of protest she made.

The man's sharp blue eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail: her toned legs, the plain cotton panties she wore, the faint hint of a six-pack, largely covered by the ropes binding her, the swell of modest breasts, tantalizingly hidden by her unbuttoned shirt, her angry rose eyes, and her long, rainbow-colored hair. He licked his lips and ran a hand over his stubbled chin.

He wore an off-white suit with the jacket mostly unbuttoned. The white dress shirt he wore underneath was unbuttoned at the collar; he sported a polka-dotted red neckerchief. His medium-length, shaggy black hair was shot through with an ash grey streak and topped with a white fedora.

"At long last," he said, licking his lips, "I finally have you right where I want you, Miss Do."

She growled out something loud and angry behind her gag and thrashed. He chuckled.

"Struggling will not avail you, Daring Do. You are at my mercy, and I will take my time to...savor this victorious occasion."

She rolled her eyes and flicked a foot at him, then tilted her head to the left twice. Blinking, he reached down and untied her gag.

"Do the accent! You're supposed to do the accent!" Rainbow Dash said irritably.

Quibble Pants snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no. Me trying to fake that horrible accent? We'd both be laughing too hard to really enjoy this."

Rainbow sighed. "Okay, fine. Put the gag back on and let's keep going."

Quibble nodded and tied the gag back around Rainbow's mouth; she resumed her fruitless squirming. With a dark chuckle, he leaned in and caressed her cheek, then let his hand trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and down her chest. "Exquisite," he purred as he peeled her shirt away from her left breast, exposing a pert mound with a ripe, succulent blueberry nipple. He seized her breast in a rough burnt-orange hand and kneaded it, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Rainbow drew in a deep, hitching breath, squeezing her thighs together. With a smirk, Quibble uncovered her other breast. Cupping both in his hands, he spent several long minutes playing with them. "At last," he said. "This...this is the true treasure I've sought in all our years of cat and mouse, Daring Do."

"MMPH!" Rainbow cried out, thrashing madly. Quibble laughed and slapped her once, then crouched down and ran his hands over her supple blue thighs. Smirking up at her, he trailed his fingers up to her crotch. Rainbow whimpered; Quibble pressed a fingertip against the crotch of her panties and stroked firmly, pressing the fabric into the warm flesh of her sex. Rainbow's feet flailed out to the sides. The chair thumped as she tried to arch her back. He continued to rub circles in the cloth, wedging it into the crease of her pussy.

"I can feel your heat, Miss Do," Quibble said. "Oh? I do believe you're becoming rather wet."

Indeed, Rainbow's panties were growing damp; the wetness soaked through the cheap cotton, coating Quibble's fingertips. Rainbow whimpered as he spent a few more minutes probing her slit through her damp panties.

Finally, Quibble lifted Rainbow's butt off the seat of the chair and slowly, laboriously peeled off her damp panties, exposing her glistening, flushed sex, swollen mound, and sparse multi-hued pubes. "Ah, and here we have the greatest treasure of all," he purred as he tossed her panties aside.

Rainbow finally managed to work her gag free. "You'll pay for this, Caballeron!"

"That's DOCTOR Caballeron!" Quibble thundered, jabbing a finger into Rainbow's exposed clit. She squealed and thrashed wildly. Glaring up at Rainbow, Quibble salaciously pried open her outer lips, thrusting an index finger deep into the folds of her pussy. He curled his finger inward and slowly scraped along her inner walls, drawing a sharp hiss from her.

"Yesssssss," Quibble said in a low, menacing whisper. "Everything that is yours will soon be mine, Daring Do."

"N-no," Rainbow whimpered as Quibble fingered her pussy. She bowed her head, closing her eyes. Her cheeks burned as gasps and whimpers issued from her lips. Her sex squelched and smacked and slurped as Quibble's middle finger joined his index finger in exploring her. Her hips bucked, shaking the chair with every sharp thrust of digits into tender flesh. A stain spread across the upholstered chair cushion as Rainbow's arousal issued forth from her body in sticky-slick rivulets.

"Hmm," Quibble murmured after long, sensual minutes of fingering Rainbow's slit. "It would seem your treasure is hidden behind an ingeniously complex lock. Luckily for me..." He stood and stepped back, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. "I happen to possess the key—"

Rainbow started snickering. "S-seriously?!" she choked out.

Quibble's cheeks flushed. "H-hey!" he cried. "YOU try keeping up this weird cosplay fantasy and staying in character! I mean, A.K. Yearling's been writing Caballeron so badly lately! His dialogue is...it's just so...so corny!"

"Yeah yeah," Rainbow said, chuckling and rolling her eyes. "Whatever. Are you gonna plunder my treasure or what?"

Grumbling, Quibble tugged off his boxers and kicked out of them along with his pants. His mostly-stiff cock drew Rainbow's attention, and she took a deep, shuddering breath.

"And now," Quibble purred, getting back into character as he advanced on Rainbow, "you are mine, Daring Do." Bracing the chair against the foot of the bed with his knees and cupping his hands around Rainbow's rear, Quibble prodded the tip of his dick against her eager sex.

Rainbow gasped as she squirmed frantically. "Caballeron, I swear you'll paaaAAAAAY!"

Quibble thrust sharply into Rainbow; the legs of the tilted chair scraped against the floor as he pounded into her. Rainbow cried out and bucked against him, the ropes digging painfully into her abdomen and arms as they strained against her body's motions. Quibble grunted, both from the exertion of sex and from the uncomfortable feeling of the chair's front legs digging into his legs. It was hardly the most ideal sexual position, but untying and retying all those ropes would take far too long, and then they'd have to start the entire game all over...

"H-harder," Rainbow grunted. Quibble obliged, pounding deeper into her, his balls slapping against her flesh. Her entire body rocked, her pert breasts bobbing and swaying with each thrust.

"You know," Quibble said, "this is supposed to be Caballeron raping Daring Do. I don't think Daring would say to go...nngh!...harder in this—"

"Seriously?" Rainbow snapped, gritting her teeth. "You're getting pussy at a convention, probably the best pussy you'll ever get, and you're nitpicking my roleplay?"

Quibble paused. "W-well...! It's just...! It's, you know, the principle of—"

"Just shut up and fuck me," Rainbow growled.

"Y-yes ma'am." Quibble thrust into Rainbow again; her neck arched back and she groaned.

To Rainbow's disappointment, Quibble didn't last long; after only a few short minutes, he abruptly pulled out and came all over her. As she sagged against the chair, which fell to the floor with a jolt as he backed away from it, Quibble coughed. "W-well then, Daring Do. It would appear that I have proven, once and for all, which of us is—"

The door lock clicked, and the door swung open. "Hey Rainbow Dash, I just wanted to thank you a...gain..."

Quibble and Rainbow froze, slowly turning to stare at the door.

Daring Do stood there. A keycard fell from numb fingers. She stared at them, slack-jawed. "What...the..."

"Uhh...hey, Daring!" Rainbow said weakly. "Uhh...heh...so, this...this is totally not—"

Daring held up a hand to stall her. "Don't even go there," she said. "Either this is exactly what it looks like, or it's even worse than it looks. Either way," she said with a disgusted grimace, "this is exactly why I avoid these conventions." Shaking her head, she turned and closed the door behind her.

A long silence fell.

"Gave her an extra key to your room?" Quibble asked.

"Heheh...y-yeah..."

"Didn't text her to say not to drop by for a bit?"

"No. No, I did not."

"Why am I not surprised."