“Well if only I had a nickel for every time you got into a pickle.”
Daring looked up, a fire on her cheeks as she looked up at her mentor. Zecora must have been watching from the woods while she had practiced her acrobatics. Unfortunately, in her want to push herself… No, Zecora hated when she hid her intentions. When she was trying to pretend to be a Wonderbolt and tried balancing on one hand, she had fallen into the sand pit she now found herself slowly sinking into. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just get me out, okay? I’ll even cook tonight!”
Zecora let out a small giggle as the tribal zebra lowered herself to the ground, and sank her legs into the quicksand. Daring grabbed ahold of her firm thighs, but was stopped as the zebra put a hand on her head. “Now, now, one must not be so hasty, especially since your offer is nowhere near tasty.”
A growl escaped Daring as she felt her hair be ruffled. Getting out was not going to happen if Zecora pushed her back down. At least now she was safe. “Oh, please do not tell me that this is a ‘teachable’ moment. You realize ponies have died in this stuff, right?”
Zecora crossed her arms beneath the brown shroud she wore over her large bosom, and only stopped from scowling because of Daring looking away. While even the cute action was of disappointment to her, it only reinforced the fact that this lesson had to be done this way. She reached up and slid the fabric upwards, letting her heaving bosom come out as she spoke. “I do, but do you?”
Daring glanced back, before seeing the supple flesh still slightly jiggling as her mentor’s large rack settled. A small heat rose within her, as well as made her cheeks go from tinged with red, to making her head feel like she was in an inferno. “O-of course I do! Now will you please let me out?”
Zecora shook her head, making sure to get her body to follow suit. The mare went to bury her face into her chest, but must have remembered that there was still quicksand there. Still, for her to go for that, instead of enjoying the view Zecora was giving her, while not entirely unexpected, did hurt. “Why?”
Daring’s hands dug into Zecora’s thighs as she swore she was about to pop a blood vessel, but still wouldn’t look up. “Because, even if we’re almost to Ponyville, I am still your fucking student!”
Zecora shut her eyes for a moment as she took in a deep breath. Daring was still a scared, young mare, unable to control her emotions and made rash decisions. That was part of why she changed her name in the first place to Daring Do. Still, it had always been Zecora’s job to temper that side of her, and she was running out of options. “If you want to be free, you’ll need to pay my fee. Reach between my thighs, and let my member rise.”
A silence filled the jungle at the words, before Daring finally looked up and into her teacher’s face. “W-what?”
Zecora’s body trembled as she saw the pain in those usually playful eyes, but she had heard Daring’s plans, and didn’t want her to ever be without a way out. She had to learn this. “This is indeed a lesson, and your situation the question. If stuck by an enemy with every advantage, how do you make sure they do not stay savage?”
“B-but I can’t. I’ve only seen yours on accident, let alone-”
“It doesn’t matter!” Zecora found her own eyes widening at just how hostile her tone had become. The memories of the past pecked at her head, and she shut her eyes, before pulling Daring closer. “You.. you need to learn this.”
Daring looked up again, her fear now gone. She could even have gotten out if she had wanted to, as Zecora didn’t seem to be entirely with her anymore. She didn’t even try though, having seen the zebra like this only when they got to her earlier adventuring days. To her mistakes. “Cora?”
Zecora took in a deep breath, and as she spoke, Daring knew for certain that she was afraid. “I don’t want you to end up like me. Alone, cold, stuck in a cage for so long, stallions coming and going as they please, all because you tried running from the one you could have overpowered afterwards” She almost forced Daring into her crotch as she bent over and hugged the mare’s head. “Please, just, try not to hate me for this.”
Daring wrapped her hands around Zecora’s waist now, breathing deeply as she could smell the scent coming from between Zecora’s thighs now. It didn’t make her afraid now though… or at least, that’s what she told herself.
She pushed herself away from her mentor, a large grin across the yellow mare’s face as her eyes gleamed. “Come on Zecora, why would I hate you? This is a small challenge compared to hot coals on my back, or flying through a lightning storm. Besides,” she paused, a blush coming across her cheeks as she realized her next thought just might be the truth, “I don’t know who else I would want to be with first.”
Zecora smiles slightly, a tear coming down her face. “If it helps even more, I know something that makes you sore. So for this time, you won’t need to listen to-” She stopped looking at the finger Daring put on her lips.
“If I’m gonna have to suck you off, I want to be dead certain it’s you. Rhyming and all.” She then pushed herself forward, and pecked Zecora on the lips. The zebra’s lips were soft. The lips were soft. A whole day of firsts for me I guess. “Now, push me down before I chicken out, alright?”
Zecora smiled, her body shaking as warmth radiated from where their lips had touched. For the mare to be willing to even do that for her… She swallowed hard, making sure to push back the tears in her eyes, before pushing Daring down, back into the quicksand. “I do hope you like it, and be careful not to leave me bit.”
Daring nodded, before swallowing hard and reaching forward with one hand. The other could keep her safe, but it was time for her lesson to actually start and for her to face… Daring paled, feeling the large, thick meat between Zecora’s thighs and knowing it wasn’t even hard. “It’s, umm, pretty big.”
Zecora chuckled a little as she leaned back. One of her hands slowly came up from her thighs, caressing her smooth stomach, before it reached her breast. Her fingers gently pressed into the soft flesh as she let out a coo, able to feel Daring’s gentle proddings with her hands. The mare would need a bit of time, and now that both had said their pieces, she was willing to give her that time. She would not push, nor would she distract.
Even if she had though, Daring would probably not heard it over the beating of her heart. Zecora’s big, black cock was right in front of her, and barely didn’t touch the sand she was in while it hung over the edge. She tried putting a firmer grip on it and stroke it with her whole palm, before letting out a small squeak when it shuddered and got bigger, even with her hand completely coiled around it.
“I am happy that you are not a mute, or else I would not hear something so cute.”
“Sh-shut up!” Daring could feel as her face turned an extreme shade of red, but it only fueled her determination. She was an adventurer, and a mare. Sucking some idiot’s cock shouldn’t be so difficult. Sucking your mentor’s though?
She paused at that thought, staring at the increasingly large girth that she was supposed to swallow. It wasn’t a stranger’s dick that wanted to fuck her throat, but Zecora’s, and it wasn’t malice, but tenderness and care that had led to this. She grit her teeth and balled her free hand into a fist, before pushing herself forward and giving the tip of her mentor’s large, flared tip a kiss. Sucking her off should be a piece of cake, maybe even sweeter if I’m lucky.
Zecora gasped as she felt the small, soft lips touch her tip, and groaned as the mare slipped them over the beginning of her shaft. It had been a long time since she had felt the touch of another, willing mare on her flared rod. There had been female guards and gang leaders who wanted a chance on the exotic cock, but to feel the lips of a mare she cared about, and she knew cared about her… it brought a tear to the older mare’s eye, and moan as she pushed her nipple into her breast.
Daring stopped there though, slowly breathing in the scent of her mentor. She had forced her to start, and already knew she was going to finish this, as she simply wasn’t a mare who did anything halfway, but that didn’t make it any easier to go full throttle. She had barely seen another ponies unmentionables before now, and suddenly, she had the sweet and bitter taste of precum on her tongue. Coupled with the scent of Zecora that invaded her world, and she found herself unable to retreat, but unable to do more than weakly lick her mentor’s tip either.
A hand gently brushed the side of Daring’s face, and she could see Zecora looking down on her. The blue eyes she peered into were as calm as a lake, and as inviting as the sky as they came closer and closer. Soon, the flexible zebra kissed the top of her head, and Daring could feel the hand on her head shift away. First the tender digits ran along her collarbone, circling to her front, before undoing the top button of Daring’s shirt.
Zecora smiled as she saw her student’s eyes widen in realization, but stopped in response too. She didn’t know how okay Daring was with another mare’s touch, especially more sensitive parts of her. Feeling another lick against her throbbing cock urged her onwards though, as she needed to feel more of her lovely, little, pegasus.
With each button that came afterwards, more of Daring’s sandy brown fur began to show, as well as a bright red coloring that splashed over her cheeks. It was cute to Zecora, who gasped when the shirt came open and she saw the most conservative, white bra in Equestria. “Pardon me for this jest, but don’t you think you could be a little less modest?”
Daring slowly slid her lips off, her face now beet red as she covered her smaller bust. If Zecora had been planning on make her more comfortable by undressing her, she had been sorely mistaken. “L-look, if you’re going to tease me no-” A snap cut her off, and she blushed as bright as a red dwarf when she realized her arm was the only thing covering her. “Zecora…”
Her mentor put a finger to the young mare’s lips, and whispered into her ear, “Please do go mute, as what you dislike, I find cute.”
Daring could hear her heart hammering in her ears as they folded down, but if Zecora really did like them… She let her arm drop, and watched as her bra sank into the quicksand. Zecora’s hands then gave her plenty of time to react as they descended down from her collarbone. She didn’t dare stop them though, not now, not when she was this riled up. A soft coo escaped her lips as fingers brushed against her small, perky breasts, and it turned into a full fledged moan as her mentor gave them a gentle squeeze.
Zecora lowered them further, making sure her student felt every inch of her hands as they moved over her soft bosom. It was so pure and soft that Zecora wished they were in bed, lying beside one another and she could just snuggled against the small set while her own bust rested against Daring’s stomach. Such was not the life of an adventurer. Still, she could fantasize, and maybe, just maybe, also romance. “Am I the first mare to touch these, because to hear that, me it would please.”
Daring’s whole body was shaking at this point as she felt the soft palms of Zecora’s hands run themselves against her firm nipples, teasing and playing with them better than the pegasus could have ever done herself. The answer to her question was obviously yes, and that she adored that the pony she could always trust was the one who did this to her. Unfortunately, there was a less frightening option staring her right in the face.
Zecora’s eyes opened wide as she felt her student’s lips curl around her tip once more, and the mare’s tongue flicked over the entirety of her flared tip. She wasn’t as coy as before though, the well hung zebra soon found almost half of her shaft overtaken by her lover. The tongue sliding along her shaft, the pursed lips that ran themselves over each new inch, and the intense heat that came from Daring’s throat was almost more than Zecora could take, especially when done as unexpectedly as now, but she kept it together. Barely.
Daring didn’t notice this, or the heavy breathing of her zebra. No, instead, she only focused on the service she could give, trying to do all she could to show her acceptance of her well endowed, maybe someday, marefriend. Even those thoughts sent shivers up and down her spine, and caused her to move faster. Up and down, up and down along the mighty girth that was her Zecora, every time bringing back the sweet taste of her nethers over her tongue and leaving her wanting more.
A shaking breath escaped Zecora as she bent over, trying to stay calm as all of this became more intense than it ever should have been. She tried figuring out why. She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt like this before, or even felt this good. Mares and stallion flashed into her mind, all ponies and zebras she had fucked, slept with, and yet, each heartbeat that sounded off in her ears made them go away. It was only as Daring met her base that she figured it out, and a tear came down her cheek.
She had slept with plenty of others, but for once, she was making love. A ripple ran through Zecora’s body as she felt a warmth grow in her chest, and her balls tightened. Without warning,
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The guard let out his small amount of cum, looking smug as his filthy little cock became limp in Daring’s mouth, as if he was challenging her with the amount of cum she ‘had’ to swallow. If it weren’t for it being better for the act, she would have just waited for him to leave and spat it out like she had a small cold. Still, she was used to bitter cum, having been away from home for far too long, and found too many smart idiots.
The guard let go of the back of her head, and she let go of his ass, before he laughed. “The great Daring Do, reduced to a cock sleeve for an extra bit of bread. Ah, how I never thought I would be able to see the day.”
Nine.
“Tell me, just how many cocks have you sucked? It’s okay now to admit that you’re a whore. It’s not like you have much to hide anyways.”
Thirteen.
“Eh, it doesn’t matter really. I bet none of them compared to me.”
Twenty-seve…Oh, hey, add one and I know how many cocks I’ve had to fuck. Huh. You learn something new everyday I suppose. Daring blinked as she heard him begin to move away from her, and pushed away the thoughts. He was done gloating about literally nothing, and now she had to get to work. Luckily, he wanted hands before mouth, so pick pocketing his keys had been easy.
She reached through the bars, her face still sore from being fucked against them, and put the key into the lock. She really hated these types of missions, where she wasn’t even against Ahuizotul or Cabaleron, but just some corrupt jackass who had her info. He hadn’t even been polite enough to skip the interrogation phase of her supposed due process. “If you’re gonna rig the system,” she heard the lock click as she found the right key, “at least save me a bit of time and stop pretending.”
Soon she slipped out of the cell, her ears pointed to the sky as she listened for a sound. Her fingers stayed at work as she surveyed the land, taking the cell key off the ring, just in case she somehow found herself back here that night. Of course, she doubted it, but Zecora’s words on planning were already ringing in her head… and bringing a tear to her eyes.
She looked back to the one spot of cum left on the cell room floor, the one drop that had dripped from the fat guard as he had pulled out. It made her heart sink, as their rare postcards weren’t enough. Not to make her feel whole still. She looked to the key, and sighed. “Maybe that’s why I’m getting sloppy nowadays.”
Her eyes lingered on the key for another moment, before the sound of hooves coming down one of the corridors reminded her of what she was doing. It also helped strengthen her resolve. After she got this artifact, she was going to see Zecora, and teach her lover all she had learned in this past year. The thought alone helped bring a smile to her face, and a heat to her crotch.
Once she was out of the city, she spent one more moment in thought as she looked the hustle and bustle, but could feel the invite of the trees and adventure behind her. If not for Zecora’s lessons, and the thorough curriculum on all sorts of positions and roles that Zecora had vigorously pounded into her, she wouldn’t be able to return to the trees and life she enjoyed so much. At least not that night.
She looked to the key still in her pocket and nodded. She was skipping this treasure, at least for now. It wasn’t going anywhere fast, and she had a lover to thank, and hole in herself to fill.
