Daring Do and the Golden Scootaloo

It was the cawing of seagulls that roused Daring.

She opened her eyes to see the bright sun beaming down on her. The gentle swaying of the raft told her the seas were calm.

She sat up and looked out across the water. There was no airship to be seen, though there was certainly a lot of wreckage. And floating near them… her pith helmet! She grinned and fished it out of the water. "Hah! Guess everything worked out."

Derpy was still out of it—though it looked less like a dizzying unconsciousness and more like a nap—but Fleur was alert, crouched on her knees cradling the golden scootaloo. She smiled brightly. "It truly did. Thank you for everything, Ms. Daring. Mr. Pants should be along shortly to retrieve us."

"Right, the aircraft carrier." Daring scanned the horizon again. "Well, I'm not seeing it yet, so already it seems like 'shortly' is a bit of a stretch. We'd see it from miles away." She leaned against the edge of the raft with her arms behind her head, doing her best to hide her coy smile. "Guess we'll have to find some way to pass the time."

After a pause, there was a soft chuckle from Fleur. "I suppose there's little point in me continuing to… profess innocence, as it were. Not after what you witnessed in that cell, and… if you heard me growing excited overhearing you last night in the jungle." Her finger twirled on the statuette. "It seems adrenaline does to me much the same as it does to you. I've tried to deny it, I suppose, but… in that cell, with no true reason to believe I'd make it out alive, and after surviving such traps and dangers in the temple… I needed release. It was then that I truly understood what you feel, and why you do this.

"Now… I don't think I'll be making a habit of this. My desire to reach old age outweighs my desire to chase this… 'high'. I plan to return to my office life and remain there for a good while after this particular adventure." She fixed Daring with a half-lidded stare. "But… while this 'high' remains…" She brushes aside the side of her coat with the statuette, baring her breast. "...I suppose I'm still in need of a release. It's the least I could manage after all you've done for us."

Daring grinned. This was always her favorite part of the adventure. The culmination of so much blood, sweat and tears so frequently ended with her entangled with her companions, and she wouldn't have it any other way. And Fleur was more beautiful than most; she was a prize Daring could hardly believe she'd won.

Daring pulled on the laces of her boots and slipped them off. "Trust me, release is a very important part of any adventure. Maybe the most important! Without…"

She trailed off. She spotted something oddly familiar; a blue spot blending in with the sea, behind Fleur. She strained for a better look—drawing a lip bite from Fleur as Daring seemingly approached her—and then saw it wave.

"That's—that's Trixie. That's Trixie!" Daring shouted. Fleur wheeled around in shock, and Derpy stirred from her nap. All three looked on as Trixie clung to a floating board, shouting something they couldn't make out.

Fleur's expression tightened. "Thanks in part to her, the golden scootaloo was nearly lost forever. I say we let her float until rescue arrives. Mr. Pants can take her into custody."

Derpy was squinting at the water surrounding Trixie. She straightened up in alarm. "Uhh, if we don't do something, he's only going to get to take half of her into custody!"

It was then that Daring managed to hear what Trixie was yelling: "Shaaaaark! Help meeee! Heeeelp!" A dark fin was tracing a terrifyingly tight circle around her.

"Trixie! Quickly! Swim to us! Now!" Daring shouted. Trixie's only movement was in her neck as she swiveled around to watch the shark with paralyzing fear.

The fin stopped circling—and headed straight for her, cutting through the calm water. Daring had only moments to act.

One good impact should be enough to drive the shark away, at least for a few moments. Daring scanned the raft they sat in. Her hat wasn't going to cut it, nor would any of the clothing they wore, sparse as it was. The only object remaining was…

...Well. Fleur won't be happy about that.

There was a choice to make—except Daring didn't consider it a choice. She didn't know much about Trixie, but it was enough to realize that that woman wasn't like her employer. Trixie's life was worth the risk of losing some artifact—as well as Fleur's appreciation, as painful as the thought was.

The shark breached the water, dozens of teeth baring down on the shrieking Trixie. Daring wrested the golden scootaloo from Fleur's grasp and heaved it; Fleur's outstretched hand followed it. "No! What are you—!?"

The statuette landed squarely on the shark's nose and bounced off into the sea. The shark recoiled and disappeared below the surface. Trixie checked, re-checked, and triple-checked the surface around her before finally releasing her grip on the floating board and making for the raft.

Fleur's hands were entangled in her own hair. "Daring, we—after all this time, we—how could you abandon it like that!?"

"I haven't," Daring said, removing her jacket and hat.

"...Wait, no, Ms. Daring—Daring—!" Fleur said.

With a deep breath, Daring dove into the water.

She spotted the soft glow of the statuette in the darkness below her and headed towards it, kicking her feet as fast as she could manage. It truly did seem to have a glow to it. More than a simple reflection of the sunlight. Overhead, she caught a glimpse of Trixie doggy-paddling over to the raft.

She focused on the golden scootaloo. With every passing moment, it was sinking deeper. Her shorts, damaged and loose from the day's excitement, threatened to fall off from her vigorous kicks. She let them; she needed to be as aquadynamic as possible right now. They drifted off into the abyss, leaving her nude.

She was nearly within arm's reach of the idol. It was most definitely glowing brightly, though she had no idea what that meant. She stretched her arm out as far as it could go—

And froze, letting air escape her lungs in shock, seeing a giant shadow approach her at great speed. The shark had returned, and there was no time to react.

Regrets flashed through her mind. All the treasure left uncaptured. All the sex left unhad. It was all so tragic.

It was then that the light from the golden scootaloo grew to near-blinding levels. Daring was forced to take her eyes off the shark in order to protect her sight, and she awaited the end.

But it didn't come. She opened her eyes… and found the water around her empty. The shark was gone, and the golden scootaloo was clutched in her hand. She didn't remember grabbing it.

No time to ponder. She was nearly out of air.

She swam towards the sun and breached the surface, taking a delicious breath of fresh air and coughing up the little water she had taken in. She turned towards the sound of cheering to see Derpy and Trixie, safe in the raft, raising their arms in celebration with wide grins on their faces. Fleur had on a smile of relief that only widened when Daring held up the golden scootaloo.

Daring used the last of her energy to swim over to the raft. Fleur and Trixie pulled her up, with Fleur taking the golden scootaloo, and Daring finally let herself rest. She sat in the middle of the raft, leaning back, exhaustion and adrenaline swirling around inside her in equal amounts. She shivered as much as she struggled to catch her breath, both seawater and sweat dripping off of her body.

She twitched in surprise as Trixie embraced her from behind with a squeal, Trixie's arms wrapping around Daring's stomach, Trixie's breasts pressing into Daring's back. "You saved Trixie! You saved Trixie twice! Thank you!" Her glee faded for a moment."And after… after what Trixie did…"

Daring turned her head towards Trixie. "Hey. Maybe I'm just an optimist, but I got the impression you're not a bad person. Just caught up in some bad things. Try not to prove me wrong and embarrass me in front of my friends, yeah?"

Trixie smiled, her eyes watering, then took on a look of resolve. "The Great and Vill—erm, Formerly Villainous Trixie will take this second chance for all it's worth!" she said dramatically.

Daring chuckled and looked ahead once more—and reacted with a start to Fleur leaning towards her. "U-uh. Hey."

"...You did it," Fleur said, looking into her eyes with some wonderment. "You were presented with a choice—The universe demanded you lose something, and yet you managed to act with such speed and determination as to save everyone and everything. How…?"

"Hey, c'mon, don't worry about it," Daring said with an awkward laugh. "Honestly, I don't know how I did it. I… think the idol helped me out."

"We did see a glow from up here," Fleur said as she looked towards the water again, her mind clearly jumping back to that point in time. "...It responded to your sacrifice. To your self-inflicted endangerment."

Derpy gasped. "It's not just sparkly! I knew it!"

"You may be the greatest hero I've ever known, Ms. Daring," Fleur said. Fixing Daring with a half-lidded stare, she sat up straight and allowed her coat to slide off of her entirely, leaving her in only her panties. "More than ever, you deserve a release."

She crawled to Daring's side and ran her hand up her stomach. The touch compounded with the fading adrenaline caused Daring to shiver with glee—particularly when Fleur leaned in and used her teeth to graze Daring's nipple.

Trixie grinned. "You read Trixie's mind." She pulled Daring's face to hers and kissed her, her fingers running up Daring's neck and cheek. Daring was caught off-guard, but melted into it quickly.

Fleur pulled back and spoke to Derpy. "I have a task for you, assistant." She ran a hand along the inside of Daring's thigh and gently spread her legs. Daring broke her kiss at the touch.

Derpy saluted. "Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!" She tossed her coat next to Fleur's and lay on the floor of the raft, sidling up to Daring's sex. She made eye contact with Daring and gave her a wide grin. "Thanks for everything you did today! You made my boss really happy."

Daring tried to respond with a humble platitude, but Fleur interrupted her. "You truly did," she cooed, and kissed her deeply, swinging her leg over Daring's body and straddling her, their nipples making gentle contact. Both of Fleur's hands wrapped around Daring's head, entangled in her hair, and at that moment, Derpy's tongue prodded Daring's labia with an active eagerness. Trixie's hands moved to Daring's breasts and lightly squeezed, sliding in between the two sets of breasts mashed together.

Daring was having a pretty good time.

Derpy stopped prodding the outside and delved in, licking lightly up Daring's walls. Daring moaned softly into Fleur's mouth, who pulled back with a sly grin. "She's had some… practice. Of all her duties, I'm most pleased with her progress on this one, even if I tend to leave it out of the performance review." She crouched down and suckled one of Daring's nipples once more; Trixie removed her hands to make room.

One of Trixie's hands gently slid up Daring's side, but the other one was missing in action. Daring craned her neck to see Trixie gently touching herself, staring at the pair of women pleasuring Daring. Daring chuckled. "Sorry about leaving you high and… wet, earlier," she said. "Maybe I can do something—mmm!—to make it up to you."

Trixie sat up straighter, and Daring's tongue briefly found her breast, swirling around the nipple. Trixie placed a hand on the back of Daring's head, giving her own soft moan as she continued to masturbate.

Slowly, carefully, Daring laid flat, and Trixie laid with her. Daring moved her hand to Trixie's folds, replacing Trixie's hand and rubbing in circles. "Oooh~," Trixie cooed, bending her legs and playing with her own breasts.

Fleur fell horizontal along with Daring and resumed her passionate makeout from on top of her. She grinded on Daring's stomach softly; there was an animalistic, uncontrollable aspect to her movements, a sharp contrast to the reserved woman Daring met at the airfield.

Daring's free hand slid up Fleur's leg and gripped her rear tightly, pulling down on Fleur's panties. "Move up," Daring whispered. "Use me." She lapped her tongue out and grazed the tip of Fleur's nose.

Fleur's breath grew heavy at that, and it poured over Daring's face. She wordlessly moved forward, straightening up and slipping off her underwear, her legs flanking Daring, her sex in Daring's face. Daring hardly needed to breathe on the soaking wet folds before Fleur was involuntarily gasping.

As Derpy ate Daring out more intensely, Daring channeled that into Fleur. "Ohh, Ms. Daring! Yes! Just like that!" She squeezed her own breast tightly and lost her fingers in Daring's hair all at the same time, and she thrust herself into Daring's face as best she could. Derpy's rear was in the air to give her own hand room to play with herself.

Trixie shifted to be perpendicular to Daring, leaning against the side of the raft, and grabbed at Daring's wrist in an attempt to pull her hand deeper. "Ohh, stop playing outside and get in!" Daring snorted and complied, thrusting two fingers inside of Trixie as best she could while focusing on Fleur. Trixie threw her head back towards the sky with a loud moan and a grin, letting herself slide off the side of the raft towards Daring.

The raft shifted in the calm water as the quartet gyrated and thrust into each other. Daring was giving more than she was receiving, despite this ostensibly being her release, but it suited her fine. She was never one to simply lay back.

Derpy's tongue was deep inside Daring, expertly bringing her closer to climax—Just as Daring felt Fleur begin to clench. Daring adopted the speed that had drawn the biggest moans, and Fleur's body rippled with the effects. Daring was fixated, watching her breasts heave. "Ms. Daring," Fleur breathed, "I'm almost—your tongue—"

Daring got her wish as she and Fleur came simultaneously—Fleur's mouth held open silently, while all of Daring's exclamations were muffled. Her toes curled on the rubber floor as an adventure's worth of excitement flowed from both of them.

"Hmmph. None for Trixie, then?" In the chaos, Daring's fingers had slipped from her and lay slick on the raft.

Fleur looked over, breathing heavily. "None for Trixie, you say? Oh, dear. None for Trixie." She moved off of Daring and seemed to circle around Trixie—very reminiscent of the shark. "After what you did today… after all you put at risk…"

Trixie shrank back, unable to take her eyes off of Fleur. Fleur gave a quick look to Derpy, who immediately wiped her mouth and got up.

"Nothing for Trixie. After everything you did today… no. We can't have you getting away with nothing."

Derpy grabbed Trixie's arms and folded them behind her back as she pulled Trixie up to her knees. "Ahh!" Trixie shouted. "What are you…?"

Trixie was set facing Fleur in the middle of the raft, fully exposed. Fleur reached around and slapped Trixie's rear with a clap that shot out across the water, then grabbed Trixie's chin. "I'll use this as an opportunity, then, to get a different sort of relief. Unless, of course, you have a problem with that."

Trixie bit her lip, apprehension melting into a thirsty appearance. For once, she was without words.

"Good," Fleur said, and drove two fingers inside of her immediately. Roughly, violently. She leaned forward and lightly bit Trixie's nipple, and Trixie gave a soft yelp and a twitch, even as her legs spread.

Daring sidled up behind Derpy. "You didn't get to finish either, did you?" she said, running a hand along Derpy's side.

Derpy was focused on maintaining her grip on Trixie's arms, despite a lack of any real struggle. "No, but that's okay. I'm just here to—Oh! Oohh…" She was cut off as Daring's hands slid into her panties and began to swirl.

Trixie heaved and squirmed. "Ohh! Ah—Mmnn! Ooooh, y-you really have it out fo—mmph!" She was cut off as Fleur squeezed her mouth shut.

"Shut up," Fleur said—Daring wasn't sure how serious she was. Fleur met Trixie's puckered lips with her own as her fingering continued.

Derpy's rear extended further and further outward as Daring stroked—until Daring finally bent down, pulled down Derpy's panties in a flash, and ate her out from behind. She always made it something of a goal to get a taste of everyone under her protection on her missions. Derpy squealed with ecstasy and bucked, and Daring held a tight grip on her rear to steady herself.

Trixie bucked as well, twitching and growing uncontrollable. Fleur was no longer able to keep their lips locked, but maintained a deep eye contact full of sultry and devious sentiments. Her hand was lightly but firmly around Trixie's neck. "Are you ready to come for me, Trixie?"

"Yes," Trixie managed to get out. "Please… almost…"

Fleur peeked over Trixie's shoulder and spied the events behind, Derpy only weakly hanging on to Trixie's arms as she moaned into the raft, Daring buried in her rear. Fleur slowed her movements for a moment, biting her lip, and then looked back to Trixie. "I was planning on keeping you this way for a bit longer, I must admit, but I'm seeing some goings-on I'd rather not be kept from." She redoubled her thrusting.

"Ohh—ohh! Trixie is coming, Trixie is coming, TrixiiiiieeeeEEEE!" Trixie arched her back, her breasts thrust into the air. Her knees buckled and spread apart.

Fleur unceremoniously tossed her to the back of the raft and inched close to Derpy. She angled Derpy's head up to meet her eyes—or, attempt to, at any rate—and asked, "What do you think, assistant? Her tongue, compared with mine."

Derpy panted, her eyes flailing about in more directions than normal. "I-in the interest of my continued j-job security, I'd rather not aaAAaaannswer!"

Fleur smirked. "Good response. But I, of course, know more of your secrets than she does…"

She lightly ran her fingernail down the small of Derpy's back, inching and inching along, as Derpy shivered and trembled. "OoooohhyesyesyesYESSSSS!"

Derpy fell to the side in a blissful haze, leaving Daring kneeling, clutching at nothing, and blinking. "Wow. How did you…?"

"Isn't this your job, Ms. Daring?" Fleur teased. "To discover secrets, to unearth ancient knowledge, to know all there is to know? You haven't truly completed your duty until you have found all there is to find, to see all there is… to see." Fleur reared up on her knees and ran her hands up her body, gliding over her own breasts.

"You're just…" Showing off, Daring wanted to say, but her mind stopped working at the sight. "...really pretty," she said lamely. She couldn't remember the last time someone had this effect on her.

Fleur was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and smiled brightly. She gave no verbal response, instead moving forward and gently pushing Daring until her back was against the edge of the raft; Fleur kissed her, gently at first, and then more intensely.

Daring broke the kiss briefly. "Mm, I can feel it: You're still not done, are you?"

"Until our rescue is here… no, Miss Daring. We're not finished. I expect I can pull a few more climaxes out of you yet." Fleur's leg crept under Daring's, and Fleur began to grind her thoroughly wet folds into Daring's slowly.

Derpy moved up with a hop and licked at Fleur's breast, and Trixie crawled around and did the same with Daring. Daring ran her hand up Fleur's leg, feeling the energy Fleur was exerting.

This was a moment Daring wouldn't change for the world. The perfect picture of ecstasy; the ideal outcome to any adventure.

She threw her head back and let her hand trail in the water as it all began to fade into a haze of ecstasy.

It wasn't the cawing of seagulls that roused Daring this time, but a strange murmuring.

Daring opened her eyes reluctantly. A slight shift led her to register the copious amount of skin she was still in contact with; Fleur and Trixie were each cuddling with her, arms crossed over Daring's chest. Both were slumbering peacefully. Derpy as well, a bit off on her own, leaning against Daring's legs and hugging the golden scootaloo. Daring found three naked women strewn over her to be an excellent way to wake up.

What did wake her up? Was someone murmuring in their sleep…?

She realized it seemed a bit… dark. She searched for the sun, idly confused about her inability to find it despite the bright blue sky that remained.

There's a giant ship over her. That might be it. The sun's probably behind that. Mystery solved.

...There's a giant ship over her.

Her eyes snapped wide open. Fancy Pants' aircraft carrier had arrived. She could see Fancy Pants himself, in fact, looking down at her with something of an attempt to mask his discomposure with professionalism, much like one might mask a shattered window with duct tape. Several… several crewmen were standing with him.

Daring gave a weak wave, and then a salute—as best she could with her arms weighed down with sleeping women. "Sir," she said with a nod, and then pointed at the golden scootaloo in Derpy's arms. "Uhh. Mission accomplished."

"I, erm… I see that," Fancy Pants called down. "We'll, um… we'll have a team down to take you onboard shortly. When you're—when you're ready, that is."

Daring responded with a thumbs-up. And then finger guns. And then back to a thumbs-up. She didn't know the appropriate hand gesture for 'I had sex with your operational manager and surveying expert'. Should have figured one out beforehand.

Mission accomplished, indeed.