Daring Do and the Golden Scootaloo

The engines of the airship were at full blast once more as it cruised over the ocean. The sun hung high in the sky.

Daring sat on a regal bed with her hands tied tightly behind her back. Trixie was walking about in front of her, removing her gloves and placing them on a nearby oak dresser. "We're a bit short on interrogation rooms," she said, a smug grin dominating her features. "Trixie hopes this doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"Where are my friends?" Daring demanded. "If you've hurt them, I'll—"

"Don't worry your very pretty little head," Trixie said. "They have their own cell all to themselves. They may not get a lot of food until they decide to talk, but… well, that's their own choice, isn't it?" She laughed. "Oh, how the pink-haired one trembled with every touch. Not just fear, but… something else. Trixie was intrigued."

She leant in close to Daring. "But Trixie is more intrigued by you. The famous explorer, Daring Do! Darling of President Celestia. You saved her sister, didn't you?" She smirked. "You may be an even greater treasure than that little horse you found for us. Prince Blueblood may finally be able to get what he deserves from his auntie as long as we promise to hand you over safe."

"And what does he 'deserve'?" Daring said, glaring.

"Everything," Trixie said. "His aunt gets the presidency, and what does he get? Shunned. Abandoned." She gripped the bedsheets on either side of Daring as she brought her face even closer. "He is owed. And when he claims what he's owed, Trixie will be there at his side. Ruling right along with him." Her eyes grew distant. "And then… then, everyone will love Trixie. Everyone will envy Trixie. They'll have to."

Daring stayed quiet. Trixie's eyes snapped back to hers. "But watch your tone when you speak about him. He deserves your respect," she said harshly.

Daring averted her eyes and turned away slightly. "Okay," she said quietly. "Okay." Trixie's expression softened, surprised.

"I'm just…" Daring continued. "I'm just scared. I don't know what's going to happen, I have no idea if everything's going to be okay…" She leant backwards subtly, letting her shirt fall open, baring her breasts entirely. "I just… I just need to calm down, and I'll be okay. I'm sorry."

Trixie's breath caught in her throat as she stared at Daring's breasts. Seconds passed as she stood there, swallowing.

Trixie looked back at the locked door for a brief second, then slowly moved her face next to Daring's. "I can help you with that," she whispered in Daring's ear, and gently kissed the side of Daring's neck.

Daring cocked her head slightly, giving Trixie a better angle. She quickened her breath.

Trixie kissed up Daring's neck to her cheek, laying a peck at every inch. As she moved towards Daring's mouth, Daring turned her head slowly and met Trixie's lips with her own. They kissed deeply as Trixie's hand crept up to Daring's breast and gave it a tight squeeze. Daring moaned softly.

As they made out, Daring pressed into Trixie more and more. Trixie pushed back, growing more aggressive with her groping. "Mmm…" Trixie uttered.

Trixie pulled her mouth away from Daring's, a thin line of saliva bridging the gap briefly. She kissed down her neck once more and traveled down her chest. Her mouth found one of Daring's nipples, and she extended her tongue, swirling around it.

"Nn…" Daring moaned. "Oh, yeah…" She breathed in deep, letting her chest shift up and down in response to each movement of Trixie's tongue. Sweat formed on her chest.

Trixie switched to Daring's other breast, taking it in her mouth entirely and suckling. She brought her hand up and squeezed Daring's free breast, rubbing in the traces of saliva left behind. Daring let her breath wash over Trixie's forehead.

Trixie moved down further, running her tongue down Daring's stomach inch by inch. Daring's breath grew quicker, and she let her shirt slip off her shoulders, bunching up at her bound hands.

Trixie tugged on Daring's shorts and panties, pulling them down an inch, revealing Daring's trimmed pubic hair. Now on her knees, she gave it a lick before moving back and pulling everything off entirely.

Daring was left entirely nude save for her thick boots. She spread her legs to make room for Trixie, revealing her slick folds. Her heavy breathing was interspersed with desperate moans.

Trixie moved in, running her hands down Daring's back and along her thighs. She kissed Daring's labia twice, and then slipped her tongue inside gently.

"Ohh…" Daring said, playing it up. "...Ohh," she said, no longer acting. Trixie's tongue moved with experience and a genuine eagerness.

As Daring writhed, Trixie unfastened her cape and let it fall to the floor. One button at a time, she began to take off her uniform jacket; with the last button, she stood up on her knees, pushing her chest out. There was no bra to conceal her firm breasts, slick with sweat. She held eye contact, a sultry grin on her face, and dropped the jacket as she moved back down, her breasts caressing the inside of Daring's legs. Daring made a point of biting her lip.

Her mouth found Daring's sex once more, and she dove in with renewed vigor, closing her eyes. Her tongue slid along Daring's walls with long, slow movements. She squeezed her own breast as Daring's sounds of pleasure continued.

"You're so good at this," Daring said. "I—Haahh!"

Trixie's eyes lit up for a moment before she regained her composure and pulled back. "You don't need to tell Trixie that," she said, and moved back in.

Daring was growing closer to climax, but she had to make good on her promise to her companions. As much as it pained her, it was time to move.

"Can I…" she panted. "Can I taste you?" Trixie opened one eye to peer at Daring, who smiled warmly. "You deserve it."

Trixie pulled back, a trail of liquid trailing down her chin—half saliva, half Daring's juices. She looked up at Daring, most of her smug confidence gone. "...Really?"

Daring felt a pained twinge in her heart, but didn't let it creep into her expression. "Yeah." She nodded, then shuffled her arms awkwardly, a bit of a sheepish expression on her face. "It's just hard to, uh..."

Trixie narrowed her eyes in thought. They drifted aimlessly to Daring's heaving breasts. After a moment, she shook her head and stood up, smiling. She undid her belt and pulled her pants down, revealing a set of garters—and no other underwear. Daring suppressed her bemusement, managing to turn it into lustful surprise.

Her pants and boots off, Trixie climbed onto the bed behind Daring. Kneeling, she untied Daring's bonds. "We can spend as long as we want in here. No one will disturb us." She let the rope fall to the bed and wrapped her arms around Daring's midsection. "Let's get lost in each other," she cooed.

Daring flexed her wrists, freed of both the rope and her shirt, and readied herself. Trixie's words of genuine validation pained her still, and the feeling of her breasts on her back were a siren call to stay just a bit longer—but every second that passed was another second that Derpy and Fleur were left in potential peril.

She grabbed the rope with one hand, took Trixie's arm with the other, and whirled around her entirely, pressing her face down in the bed in one swift motion. Trixie yelped in surprise. Daring grabbed her other arm and quickly wrapped her wrists together. "Oooh, you just wanted to be the top, didn't you?" Trixie said, her voice somewhat weak, as Daring worked on the knot.

"Yes, tie it tight! Mm, have your way with me," Trixie continued, her voice quieting. The knot complete, Daring hopped off the bed and started sorting through the assorted clothing on the floor, loosely tossing her own shirt back on. Finally, Trixie's face fell—not in realization, but in acceptance. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Yeah. Obviously."

Daring, holding her shorts, looked at the miserable naked woman on the bed, bitterly staring at nothing in particular. She was such a far cry from the boisterous act she put on earlier.

"...I'll come back for you," Daring said. Trixie looked at her with tired and confused eyes.

"Buuuut, for now…" Daring looked around the room. Seeing nothing more immediately suitable, she took her panties out from her shorts, balled them up, and stuffed them in Trixie's mouth. Trixie gave a muffled yelp and flushed immediately. "Sorry, but I'm not risking you alerting guards anytime soon. I need to save my friends."

Daring slipped her shorts on and grabbed Trixie's gun, checking its ammo count. "...This is empty. You never had ammo in this at all?" Trixie gave a nervous shrug.

Daring sighed. Taking one last look at the confused and distressed Trixie, she opened the door and slipped out.

Fleur and Derpy were taken somewhere deeper into the airship. Daring ran down the main hall, ducking into bathrooms and meeting rooms as guards walked by.

Finally she came across a hallway lined with sealed doors, each with a slot in the middle—for food. Only one of them came complete with two guards standing in front.

Daring got the drop on them, thrusting her weapon in their face, hoping they didn't call her bluff. "Ah ah ah! Nice and easy, boys." The guards dropped their weapons in surprise and backed away. "Into a cell, please, and give me the keys. I'm guessing you know the drill." They dutifully backed into a cell and shut the door, passing Daring the keys through the food slot. Daring locked them in.

She moved back to the previously-guarded cell and unlocked it. "Told you, Derpy! Just like that. Now let's—"

Daring balked. Fleur and Derpy were there, as she expected—but naked, which was not expected. Fleur seemed to be straddling Derpy on the single cot, their clothes scattered around the room. They stared at Daring with their eyes wide, and Daring stared right back.

Fleur spoke first. "...My assistant was nervous, you see. Stressed. From the situation." There was a long pause. "...And I am an excellent boss."

Derpy looked up at her with a frown. "If I go along with this, do I get a raise?"

"...Yes."

"Then yup! She goes above and beyond. And below. Really, a whole lot of angles."

Daring blinked. Unfortunately, there was no time to explore the ridiculously sexy implications of this. "Okay, well, up and at 'em. I bound Trixie, and I locked your guards up next door, but eventually one of these loose ends is going to lead to an alarm sounding. We need to get off this thing."

The pair of prisoners leapt to their feet, slipping on their respective panties. "'Get off this thing'? We need to get the golden scootaloo!" Fleur said. "We can't let all of this be for nothing!"

Daring grit her teeth. "Then all the more reason we need to get. Going. Now." She left the cell and dashed around the corner. The next area was the display room. Daring placed herself next to the doorway, back against the wall.

"Oh, goodness, oh my—" Fleur followed after and flanked the doorway with her. No time to dress any further, which Daring had secretly been counting on, but a moment later, Derpy arrived as well—with an oversized black coat draped over her and a second in her arms, which she handed to Fleur.

"Where did you—?" Daring asked.

"I asked the nice men in the other cell for them!" Derpy replied with a grin. Fleur eagerly slipped it on and began buttoning it up. Daring had never hated Derpy more.

"Where is the artifact? Is it in there?" Fleur asked.

Daring peeked around the corner. "Yup. They've already got a nice glass case for it. The pricks." She turned to face Fleur. "Unfortunately, they're also facing this way with weapons. I'm not going to be able to get the drop on them."

"...So what are you looking at me for?"

"No guard shoots at a helpless topless woman. It's, like, in the handbook."

Fleur freezes, her fingers still resting on the top button. "What—So why don't you do it!?"

Daring shrugged. "I'm too famous in these circles for that. Page one of that handbook is 'Whatever Daring Do is doing, it's a trick.' Look, just get up close to one and I'll get the other. I'll be right behind you."

Fleur groaned and yanked her coat open, letting it fall to the floor. "I suppose I should be thankful I'm well-equipped, then…" Their size had not escaped Daring's notice. At any point of their adventure, to be honest.

Fleur took a deep breath and dashed into the room, arms flailing about helplessly. "Oh, help me! Somebody, please!" True to Daring's word, the two guards both raised their weapons for only a moment before pointing them at the floor. Fleur grabbed one of the men and pulled his face down to her chest, doing her best to muster tears.

Daring slipped into the room, noting that Fleur even had the presence of mind to move towards the back of the room, thus pulling the second guard's attention further from the doorway. Pretty clever.

Daring stepped up behind the second guard and put the full force of her boot into the back of his knee, sending him tumbling to the ground. Another swing to his head knocked him out cold. She moved towards the other guard, still buried in Fleur's chest. "How 'bout you, buddy? Gonna make any trouble?" Daring said. A coy smile formed on Fleur's face. She was starting to have fun after all.

"Honestly? I'm alright. Go about your business," the guard answered. He wasn't exactly struggling. Fleur rolled her eyes and bashed his head against the side of a display case, letting him fall beside his colleague.

Derpy skipped in after them, her coat flapping wildly. "Wow, you guys are awesome! See, boss? I knew she'd keep us safe!" Fleur gave her a bright smile and left to retrieve her coat.

There were many display cases in here containing many artifacts, looking as if they came from all across the world. But the center one held their prize; the golden scootaloo. It rested on an elaborate silk sheet, which Daring used as a makeshift sack as she reached in and plucked out her prize.

Just then, Daring heard yelling from behind her, and a moment later, an alarm blared on the speakers, complete with flashing red lights. Fleur sprinted back into the room, her coat only half on. "They found us they found us they found us!" Right behind her came men with guns—probably loaded, unlike Daring's.

"Shoot. Go! Go! Go!" Daring led them into the next room as the bullets began to fly, and all three took cover by the door. Unfortunately, the room appeared to be a dead end, holding only… the engine. Which was now riddled with holes, more forming every second. "...Oh boy," Daring said.

"Oh! Good news!" Derpy said, sticking her hand into a compartment. "I found a parachute!"

"...One parachute!?" Fleur exclaimed.

"I mean, yeah, it's not amazing news, but why you gotta put it down like that? 'Ooh, look at me, I'm Fleur de Lis, I don't want to hear about nice things unless all our problems are solved at once!'"

"Your raise is off the table!" Fleur said through gritted teeth.

"Now we have to do it off the table, too!? And it's called a cot, boss!"

"Ladies!" That was Blueblood's voice. The bullets had stopped. "My nice display case is distressingly empty. If I can't fill it with the golden scootaloo, then I'll fill it with your heads."

"...That's really gross, sir," one of his guards mumbled.

"Yeah, I have to go through here to get to the bathroom, I don't want to see heads in a box every day," said another one.

Blueblood spoke in a whispered hiss. "If you imbeciles do not stop undermining my metaphorical threats, I'll stuff your whole bodies in there! Literally!"

Daring watched as small jets of flame shot out of the engine, and then out of a pipe that led into the wall. "Right," she said to her cowering, half-naked wards. "In about five seconds, we'll either be dead or we'll need to start running."

"Towards them!? I don't think our toplessness is going to help any more!" Fleur said.

"On your feet. Get ready," Daring said. "Any second now…"

"Do I need to start counting?" Blueblood called. "Fine. Five… four… three… two…"

Daring had rarely been in an airship, plane, train, or large boat that didn't end up exploding—but, more importantly, she noted they never exploded only once.

The first explosion rang out from the pipe in the walls of the display room, rocking the entire ship and eliciting shrieks from Fleur and Derpy. Daring poked her head around the corner to see the guards sprawling on the ground as smoke poured into the room.

"Now!" Daring grabbed Fleur's wrist and pulled her along; Fleur pulled Derpy along, and Derpy pulled the parachute along. They dashed through the crowd of men struggling to their feet. Daring couldn't help but deliver a solid punch to Blueblood's face as she passed, sending him right back down to the ground.

"Nnnnggaaaaahhh!" Blueblood screamed from behind them. "Shoot them! Now!"

"But the handbook—" a guard said meekly.

"No exposed tit will keep me from my vengeance!"

The trio sprinted down the halls as bullets flew past them once more. The gunfire nearly covered the sound of Fleur's voice. "Do you have any idea where we're going—Aaaahh!" An explosion from a nearby hall nearly threw her off her feet.

"I saw something at the other end of the airship that can help us. The yellow pack thing on the wall where we came in," Daring replied, and slowed down just enough to grab the parachute from Derpy. "Keep going. I'll catch up."

"What!? Where are you—!?"

"Go! Go!" Daring said, and shooed them down the main hall. She dipped into a side hall and opened a familiar ornate door to a moping nude Trixie, still on the bed. Daring tossed the parachute; Trixie extended her arms in surprise just fast enough to catch it. "Better hurry up," Daring said, and left.

...And then shortly slowed down and doubled back, poking her head back through the door. "Didn't I leave you tied up?"

Trixie shrugged. "Trixie has been a stage magician for ten years." She looked at the parachute in her hands, and then at Daring with desperately confused eyes. "Why would you…?"

"Just hurry up!" Daring shouted, and then raced after Fleur and Derpy, leaving Trixie to her own devices. There were plenty of exits she could make use of.

As she entered the hangar, she found Derpy fiddling with the yellow pack. "Um, so what exactly is—Whoa!" With a tug, the pack inflated into a sizable yellow raft in seconds, knocking Derpy on her back.

"Get in!" Daring shouted, and slammed a button on the wall. The exit ramp began to lower, and howling wind whipped around hair and coat alike.

Fleur struggled to keep her coat on. "You cannot be serious, Daring! Surely we can locate more parachutes! They must be around here somewhere!"

"There's no time!" Daring was already pushing the raft towards the opening. "This'll work. I saw it in a movie once. Don't remember which one."

Once they were inches away from the edge, Derpy climbed into the raft, and Daring grabbed the more reluctant Fleur herself, being semi-careful to politely avoid her breasts. With all three inside, Daring used her boot to shove them off.

As they slipped over the edge, Blueblood burst into the hangar. "Daring Do, don't you dare—! I'll get you! You and all of your naked friends! I swear it—!"

A massive final explosion tore the airship apart and sent the raft into a tailspin. All three struggled to keep a grip. Daring could only pray that it stayed level as she slowly grew fainter and fainter from the g-forces.