Daring Do's Demise

by Dire_Straits

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Thriller, Changelings, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Horror, Adventure, Sex, Daring Do, Tragedy, Dragons, Ahuizotl, Griffons, Dark
Length: 3373

The ever adventuresome pegasus Daring Do meets her end in a variety of ways through short stories!

Daring Do meets tragedy in a series of short stories which culminate in the bad end that's so often lacking for heroes and heroines alike!

Published 2017-08-03 19:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-22 13:38:30 UTC

Stung On You

Author's Note

Stinging and Vore Fetish down below, you've been warned. Oh, and digestion too.

Stung On You

We find our valiant heroine on another adventure, trekking ever steadily through a immensely thick jungle inhabited by cannibal tribal ponies and voracious predators!

"Jungles, why's it always a jungle... couldn't ponies build their temples in like... the desert.. or maybe someplace where it just snows," she grumbles, dislodging her hoof just as it gets painfully stuck in some bramble. She was wearing her usual ensemble, along with a saddle satchel.

Unfortunately, flying was out of the question as the canopy of the jungle extended far too high for her to make anything out for certain. So, wearily, she continues to trample a path through the thorny thickets while trying to keep quiet and low. The air was filled with the sounds of wild animals and the occasional loud buzz as one of the many extremely large insects flies by her ears.

"Okay, not much further... not much further," she thinks quietly. She finds herself in a brief loss of concentration as she continues the to repeat those words as though to it will somehow shorten her travel. A second later, she lets out a loud yelp as something sharp and pointy jabs into her backside! She winches painfully as several more of those sharp needle like pains penetrate her rear. Her hoof had accidentally disturbed a nest of mud wasps, a type of stinging insect who so just happens to be extremely territorial!

She abandons her stealthy approach and begins dashing through the brush as cloud of black agitated wasps follow in close pursuit! The bramble scratches whatever bare skin it can find and hangs on her clothing. This occasional slow down is punished as a few of the mud wasp catch up and bury their venomous stingers into those shapely yielding flanks of flesh. As the venom courses through her veins, it spreads a fiery painful sensation that causes her rump to expand and leave large welt bumps where the stinger punctured.

It's then she notices a hopeful salvation, tears swelling in her eyes as suddenly turns and heads to what seems to be a hole on the wall of a rocky cliff. The mudwasps are still on her trail as she dives into the hole! Darkness engulfs her vision as she makes it inside, but much to her dismay... only partially! Her saddle satchel made it impossible for her to the rest of the way in!

"Oh no no, not good," Daring Do whines. The stinging swarm had caught up and made short work of her! Instead of swarming and attacking her at the same time, they took turns five to six at a time. They'd land on her derriere, crawl around for an area that had yet to be stung and jabbed their venomous barbs into that doughy furred rump. Her anus and marehood are not spared either as a few manage to dig their toxic spurs into her puckered hole and those soft black fleshy lips! They quickly swelled up along with the rest of her reddened welt covered backside!

Every other second, Daring Do's posterior suffered another stinger jabbed into that tenderized flesh. By the time it ended, she was sulking heavily. Her rump was swollen to an embarrassing size, her rump hole even more puffier along with her marehood. The assault subsided after a minute, but the swelling would remain for hours and the welts maybe even for a whole day!

Sullen, she pushed herself out of the small crevice and weakly stumbled forward. The venom was making her terribly weak, she knew she easy prey for anypone or wild animal at this point.

"Oh no.. now what," Daring Do muttered as she heard something sliding across the ground. She only managed to turn around and face the source of the sound for a mere secondly before it struck out with a wide open maw! A larger than life snake had latched it's onto Daring Do and managed to engulf her entire head! She screamed and frantically beat her hooves against it's hard scaly body, but the serpent did not withdraw his hold on her! She felt his body slither and constrict around her own much smaller form. The serpent pushed his head down, shoving more of her body into his welcoming gullet!

Her cries and pleas for help were muffled and the venom of the mudwasp had zapped all her strength. Her struggle was futile and quickly she succumbed to exhaustion as she was pulled deeper and deeper toward his gut where she'd be digested... alive. She simply whimpered and cried, feeling the slimy strong muscles squeezing over her body and pushing her deeper. On the outside, her bulge was slightly noticeable along his coil.

She could feel herself being marinaded in his digestive juices which caused her flesh to burn painfully as it ate away. Her clothing offered her a little protection, but even she had to concede that it would not prevent her now inevitable end. She felt the muscles of his gut grind and squeeze her body about as she gasped sharply at the quickly declining pocket of oxygen. Darkness began to creep into her eyes, she could feel unconsciousness eagerly waiting to take her from a lack of air.

"No... please... I don't want to die," were the last words the pegasus muttered as she passed out and her heart took it's final soft beats as it struggled. Her body was slowly digested over the course of several times, eventually leaving only just a fresh pile of snake dung as the only unrecognizable remains that the adventuresome heroine had ever been here.

Sometime later, next to the temple which Daring Do was seeking...

"Did you eat well, my lovely," Ahuizotl asked as he gave his newfound a pet a stroke along the side as she returned from her outing. He could see the bulge in her gut, that was a good enough answer.

"Well we best prepare ourselves for that foolish Daring Do's eventual arrival... I'm for certain she'll not escape me this time, this will be her end!"

Spikes Do Not A Bed Make!

Author's Note

Fetishes Below: Use of Poison, Gore, Death, Snuff, Etc.

Spikes Do Not A Bed Make!

"So it's one of those old follow the path of repeating pattern floor tiles traps, huh? This will be a piece of cake!"

It had been a rather long and uneventful exploration of another temple of ancient pony tribes that inhabited the dense jungles of Manegascar. Least up to this point where she finally came upon what had been so far the only real booby trap to speak of. She adjusted her hat then proceeded a quick survey of all the patterns. From what she could see, there was six all together. "Okay, now to just find the pattern." her eyes swept across the first set of large stony tiles, then the second... and finally the third. "What.. wait, that can't be," Daring Do exclaimed as she examined the first three rows another time. There was two tiles alike that were connected.

"Okay, think Do, think.... there has to be something. Lets see if we can't figure out what sort of mechanisms will trigger if I hit the wrong pad." Her eyes scouted the walls and it was obviously there was hundreds of holes that looked pretty deep, "Okay.... so either I'll get spit roasted by a spear... or turn into a pincushion by blow darts, lets just assume they're poison tipped," Daring Do surmised. She studied the ceiling, there was nothing of particular noteworthy there. Her eyes then turned down to the large stone tiles that spanned out in front of her, "I'suspect maybe collapsible floor, but those look far too large and heavy for that such of rigging."

Daring Do, being the ever forward thinking adventurer she was, took a rock she had earlier scooped up from outside. "Hah, this is the third time that carrying a dumb ole' rock has paid off." She gave the rock a toss onto the tile in front of her. Nothing, nothing at all happened. Daring Do sighed, "I should've got a heavier rock," she then sank as low to the ground as she could. Her foreleg reached out and her hoof pushed against the tile as hard as she could from such an awkward position. Her efforts were rewarded with several old blow darts shooting out, their sharp wooden tips clinking as they hit the stone wall on the other side.

"Okay, I could run and hope for the best. Not all traps have a solution after all, specially if it was set in place afterwards. Doubly so if it's a tomb," Daring Do took a deep breath and took a good look at how far she'd have to gallop. It'd at least take her five seconds to get across... assuming she didn't have to adjust for any other potential threats along the way. Daring Do gathered her wits up and took a rather long and deep breath. "Okay, this won't be hard at all. Five seconds, that's all it'll take," she recited to herself as she trotted back few good yards. She definitely wanted to be at max speed when she hit those tiles to maximize her chances of not being turned into a pony pincushion. "Wait... what I'm I doing," she shook her head as she put a hoof to her face. Something obvious had just dawned on her, "I can just bucking fly across, wings Do, you have wings! Forget you're a pegasus sometimes."

She stretched her wings out and went into a brief gallop. She then pushed herself off the ground and got enough air that a few flaps of her feathered wings sent her soaring across the tiles. All was good, least until she suddenly felt her entire body slam into something in front of her. Some unicorn had long ago erected a magical barrier that covered the top of the hallway and halfway across the floor tiles. She instantly plummeted to the ground, landing with a loud whimper on her rump which was more than enough to trigger the blow darts!

The sounds of dozens of blow darts being launched filled the air as Daring Do scrambled across the rest of the way. It was an extremely short distance, so the tragedy was over quickly enough as she tumbled to the ground once across. "Ah... made it," she smiled and pulled herself back up to her four hooves. It was only then she noticed something stick out of her rump, right where her cutie mark was. Two blow darts with their wooden tips buried deeply into her derriere. She gasped, "Oh damn it.. please don't be poisonous," she whimpered as she carefully dislodged them from her rump. She managed one, but the tip of the other broke off. She'd have to get that removed, if it lingered she knew it'd result in an infection.

Dizziness and wobbly legs now plagued Daring Do as she continued down the hallway. Those blow darts were indeed poisonous, but it wasn't like this was the first time she'd been poisoned. It didn't exactly make it easier though. She used the wall as a brace to keep herself steady as she pushed one hoof in front of the other. "Gotta' keep moving, even if it is making the poison take effect quicker," she was finding it increasingly hard to draw breath. "C'mon Do, you've been through a lot worse." At last she found herself in a passage that was even more narrow... and at the end, she could see the light of day. "Finally, time to get out of here."

As Daring Do was taking the last ten yards of her journey through the temple, she could practically smell the thick jungle as a wind found it's way inside the tunnel and washed away the stale air. "A few more, c'mon, almost," Daring Do pushed herself off the wall, wanting to take the last bit of this on all four hooves. She didn't even notice it till it was too late, but as she went to step upon what she was assumed was floor, it quickly gave way. It was some sort of poorly made carpet camouflaged to seamlessly blend in with the rest of the floor.

"Nooooo!," the pegasus cried out as the rest of her body fell forward toward the pit. The poison of the blow darts was in full effect and there was certainly no way she'd manage to fly or brace herself. Her scream echoed through through the hallway before coming to strange silence. Below, the pegasus' lifeless corpse rested, impaled by several ivory spikes jutting out of the ground. One had pierced through her skull and snuffed out her life. A few found her torso and tore through her innards, partially disemboweling her intestines which were pushed out. Her heart took it's last few beats before finally stopping all together.

How To Serve Pegasi.

Author's Note

Anal, Rape, Cooking, Spit Roast[Literally], Death, Snuff.

I've been away for a while... this one's a bit on the short side, but I tried to make it a little more interesting. x3

How To Serve Pegasi.

Daring Do had narrowly dodged a barrage of primitive arrows, her nimble frame and dexterous skills in flying in extremely cluttered areas were paying off in spades. Though she quickly found herself backpedaling in mid-air as another shower nearly found it's intended mark.

"Damn, if I'm not careful I'm going to be turned into a pegasus pincushion," she wiped off the sweat from her brow after pulling an arrow out of her hat with her teeth. They might be primitive tribal ponies, but were proving quite savvy with their rather archaic weaponry. The pegasus continued to dodge, weave and roll as the relentless horde of cannibal ponies followed in close pursuit. "C'mon Do, think. Tribal pegasus ponies waiting to spear you above, earth and unicorn ponies trying to skewer you with arrows here. There has to be SOME way out."

Daring Do had finally come up with an idea just when things seemed rather bleak! Making sure her pursuers had lost sight of her, she landed quietly as possible and began creeping along the incredibly dense thicket. "If I can just find some place to hide... hopefully they won't see me. Or... smell me, " she griped. "Couldn't wait for it to pass, could you," Daring Do berated herself in her head as she pushed herself into an incredibly thick patch of bramble bushes. As she steadied her breathing, her body became absolutely still as the hoofsteps of other ponies came closer. She could see them, they had considerably slowed down and now seemed poke and prod their spears into the brush.

"OWW," cried a loud voice as something sharp jabbed into her hindquarters, plunging into the thick muscle. A pony had spotted her tail and had successfully landed a rather devastating blow from behind! Bleeding from her fresh wound, Daring Do was immediately set upon by a herd of ponies who dragged her from her cover. The mare thrashed and howled as well placed stomps to her wings left them mangled and totally inoperable. "Please, just... let me go," she pleaded as they looked down at her. It was then she noticed something else, they were all quite aroused. No doubt they sensed that she was in estrus.

Held down by the magic of three unicorns, Daring Do could do little as she was kept in place. Her face down in the dirt, hind legs keeping her plot held high up in the air. She was damp, she was winking needfully and it was making her stomach churn in disgust as panic slowly took hold. She couldn't see her rapists, but felt them as each buried their long meaty shaft into one of two presented orifices! She felt their powerful bucks as they plunged deep into her marehood with each thrust. The stud would hammer away, breathing heavily then let out a pleased groan as his hot sticky spunk flooded her orifice. Fifteen or so stallions later, Daring Do's puffy anus and marehood were loosened beyond what they ever had been before.

"Ugh... so full... of cum," Daring Do muttered as she laid on the ground, nearly mentally broken and physically exhausted to the point that escape seemed impossible. She could feel their spunk oozing out of her overfilled marehood and tailhole. Her stomach churned in disgust, she had never felt so... dirty, used and humiliated. She didn't think it'd get any worse until she glimpsed a stallion standing over her with his flaccid cock dangling out of it's sheath. A light trickling of warm yellow piss turned into a steady more heavily pressured stream as the tribal stallion relieved his bladder into her face. She barely managed to clench her eyes and mouth shut. She couldn't do anything but endure the rush of urine as it ran down the sides and front of her face. It quickly damped her mane and soaked into her fur. She slipped unknowingly into unconsciousness while she waited it out.

Daring Do would wake up sometime later, laying on her stomach on what seemed a makeshift table of chiseled stone. She couldn't make out much except for crudely thrown together racks of wood that seemed to be filled with clay jars. The most significant thing about the room was the rather lively fire pit that had fresh kindling on it. It's position from the center of the room allowed the small flickering flames to briefly illuminate and warm her surroundings.

"Where... where am I?," she asked herself in a rather frail voice. She got no answers, but she did wince and whimper as something hard and thick poked against her used and abused anus. Another stallion was about to have his way with her defenseless backside.

"Please.. please stop, I beg you," she cried as the stallion, whom was the chef of the tribe, rhythmically pumped his large black meaty shaft into her loosened tailhole. She could hear the buck snorting and nickering, his balls noisily slapping against her rump as he raped her with every bit of strength his powerful hind legs could muster. She whined loudly as he gave a final thrust, feeling his cock twitch inside her as he emptied his load into her already cum soaked rear. She listened to his heavy breathing, feeling a soft tug as he pulled his softening cock free from her backside. Was this her fate? To be a cum dumpster for these stallions' cocks? Her answer came soon enough.

The chef picked one of his finest spits, sharpening the thick pole's spiked tip end with a sharp edged rock. Using his magic, he moved it over and pressed it's tip against the pegasus' gaped cum dribbling anus. Soon her cries of pain filled the chamber as he drove the spit through her entire body till it exited out of her mouth. Her screams became garbled with blood, body thrashing wildly as she pulled against the bindings. It proved of little success as he levitated her over, placing her over the fire pit. She continued to spasm wildly and howling as he turned her body, watching as the flames licked over her naked body. Not enough to burn, but enough to make the flesh become crisp and singe the fur off. Slowly her life slipped away, eyes going lifeless as the chef marinated her with exotic spices and other liquids. By the end, there was only a deliciously golden crispy pony cooked to perfection over hours.

Later on, she was served at a great feast to celebrate their successful hunt. They didn't use knives to cut away the flesh, but instead dug into her deliciously cooked meat with their teeth while it was still on the bone. Her organs, eyes and everything edible would inevitably come to rest in the gut of a tribal pony by day's end. What was left of her carcass would later be discarded back to nature to become one with the earth once more.