Daring Do and the Golden Scootaloo

by SaintChoc

Rating: mature
Tags: Fleur de Lis, Derpy Hooves, Human, Porn, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Adventure, Sex, Daring Do
Length: 11478

Adapted from John Joseco's comic of the same name, this tale follows Daring Do and her compatriots as they trek into the jungle for a mysterious artifact—dodging traps, battling mooks with poor aim, and losing their clothing at every turn.

Read the story that A.K. Yearling's publishers desperately wish she'd stop sending to them!

Daring Do and the Golden Scootaloo follows our titular character into the deadly jungles of Somewhere Probably Near the Equator as she battles foes from A Bad Organization trying to stop her from completing her mission: Having sex with every woman she finds. Wait, no. Finding the golden scootaloo is the mission. But also, the sex.

This is a story inspired by John Joseco's short comic of the same name, which can be found at the humandaringdo tumblr. This was something of a fun writing exercise to bridge the gaps between panels, expand on the events portrayed, and explain just why there seems to be less clothing at every turn.

Cover art is from that very comic, colored by an artist named Michos! Check his artist tag on Derpibooru for more colorings!

Published 2018-11-09 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-09 20:50:01 UTC

The Jungle

Fancy Pants looked up from his desk as his visitor entered his office. "Ah! So glad you could come, Ms. Daring. Please! Take a seat."

Daring Do remained standing, tapping a finger on her pith helmet, as if the adventure lay just outside his door and he was keeping her from it with every boring pleasantry. She was already suited up in her green explorer's outfit and thick hiking boots.

When Fancy Pants subtly motioned to the chair in front of his desk once more, she spoke. "You said this wasn't going to take long. You needed this job done fast, right?"

Fancy Pants nodded slowly. "Of course." He stood up and turned to face the large world map behind him, regal and extravagant as everything else in his office, including himself. "You'll be heading here." He pointed to a speck in the southern hemisphere. "A small island thought to be of no historical interest until an ornate temple was recently discovered among the underbrush."

"Right," Daring replied. "And what am I looking for, again?"

"The golden scootaloo," Fancy said with a solemn air. "An artifact thus far seen only in ancient texts, but of great value and significance. To get it back to civilization would mean the world to me."

Daring frowned, raising an eyebrow. "I've never heard of a… scootaloo, golden or otherwise."

"My assistant will have some reference material with her so you know what you're looking for." Fancy sat down at his desk once more. "I hope I'm not making a mistake. It's been many years since I've spoken to someone who requested the payment before the job was completed, but I've been assured you've never failed. "

Daring shook her head. "Never."

Fancy nodded once more. "Glad to hear it." He motioned towards the door. "My assistant is already waiting at the airfield. I'll make sure they have the plane ready to leave."

Daring turned to leave. "And who am I meeting?" she called over her shoulder.

"Fleur de Lis," said the woman, pink hair flowing down to the shoulders of her long coat. "But do call me Fleur." She shook Daring's hand with confidence, a warm smile brightening her face.

"Nice to meet you." Daring cocked her head and looked at the woman behind Fleur; short, styled blond hair, and one eye looking in a very different direction from the other. "And this is…?"

"Derpy Hooves. My assistant," Fleur replied.

"An assistant to an assistant, huh?"

"Oh, for—Did he call me that again…?" Fleur sighed. "I am Mr. Pants' operational manager and surveying expert. He's never been good with titles. Our company is composed of him and seventy-six assistants if you were to listen to him."

"Yeah, that's great. What I was getting at is the growing amount of tagalongs I need to protect," Daring said sternly.

"Hey, we can take care of ourselves!" Derpy said, stepping forward. "We've taken like a ton of wilderness survival courses, and—and this isn't our first trip into dangerous jungles looking for treasure, you know!"

Daring crossed her arms. "Then why do you need me?"

"W-well…" Derpy stammered. "I mean, we haven't found any treasure… but that's still a lot of running around with in places with tigers and bugs and pointy stuff!"

"At any rate," Fleur said with a stifled groan, "we know how to take care of ourselves, and you won't have to worry about us. Don't spare a second thought for our safety; focus on finding the golden scootaloo. We'll be behind you at every step."

There was a long pause as Daring ran her eyes up and down her 'companions,' hoping to see them squirm. Derpy did; Fleur did not. "Alright," Daring said. "Then let's get going." She moved for the plane, propellers already spinning.

Fleur followed at her side, Derpy running up behind them. "We'll be flying to an aircraft carrier we have stationed near the island, at which point we'll go by helicopter," Fleur said.

"An aircraft carrier?" Daring said. "This company just loves living in excess, huh?"

"There's…" Fleur paused. "It's likely nothing relevant, but there's another group searching for the golden scootaloo as well. Nearly as well-funded, and potentially dangerous. Mr. Pants is simply taking precautions."

Daring stopped and turned to Fleur. "And you didn't think about bringing that up earlier?"

"The chances of them getting involved are minimal. We don't think they even know about the temple, let alone that it might house such a valuable artifact." Fleur gave Daring an unflinching gaze. "Are you saying we need to abandon the mission?"

"Why would we?" Daring moved for the plane once more, smirking. "I'm finally getting interested."

Machete in hand, Daring hacked her way through the hanging vines, clearing a path for the two behind her. "On the off-chance you two hear something before I do, let me know. I have a personal policy of trying to head off crazy ambush scenarios."

Fleur followed in Daring's footsteps, with Derpy a bit farther behind. Both of them carried large packs on their back, while Daring remained free of baggage. Derpy looked up at the canopy as she walked. "Ooh! The sun looks really pretty right th—Appth!" She stumbled face-first into a vine.

Daring laughed. "And that's why I told you to keep on my six! I'm making a path here—It's up to you to follow it." She demonstrated her point with a few more hefty swings.

"I see you're growing more chipper," Fleur said, panting. "You certainly seem to enjoy the rush of adventure."

Sweat poured down all three of them. Daring stopped for a moment, resting her blade against a tree. "Wouldn't be in this business if I didn't," she said, unbuttoning her safari shirt. "Exploring new places, getting into trouble, and getting paid for it? I'm livin' the dream." Her shirt open, only bare tanned skin beneath, she placed one hand on her hip and turned to Fleur. "Need a break?"

Fleur chuckled as the gentle wind ruffled the two halves of Daring's shirt. "I suppose I should let you know, Ms. Daring, that I was quite thorough in my research. I know how you tend to get when the 'rush of adventure' grabs you."

"Wh—" Daring did her best to put on an indignant air. "When you're in the jungle, the need for ventilation beats out modesty. The more airflow, the better. I'd recommend you do the same before you suffocate." She motioned towards Fleur's shirt, only the top two buttons undone.

"I'm comfortable as I am," Fleur said. "I'll allow you your little exhibitionist tendencies as long as the golden scootaloo ends up safely in our care."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Daring said, her facade fracturing as a grin formed. She stretched her arms above her head, grabbing one elbow, her shirt raising up and fully exposing one of her breasts. "Just making sure I'm healthy and safe in this dangerous land!"

"Mm." Fleur stole the briefest of glances at Daring's dark nipple. "I wouldn't have agreed to this if I wasn't prepared, but don't expect me to engage with… this. Let's keep moving."

Daring picked up her machete. "Yeah, I saw that. You love it. Might as well come clean." Her smile weakened as she turned and continued into the jungle.

Fleur stepped back in line. "You can remain confident that the only one enjoying your antics is you, Ms. Daring."

Derpy followed behind, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Hold up…" Daring said. The sun was almost below the horizon. "I see it. Assuming there aren't some other temples around here you haven't told me about."

Some distance in front of the group lay a grand stone entrance to a path that quickly went down beneath the earth. Derpy and Fleur flanked Daring, catching their breath.

"That's not too bad, right? It's pretty small." Derpy said. "Oh, wait. Shoot, it goes underground! Do we know how big it is?"

"We spotted what we believe to be another section of the temple… quite a distance from here," Fleur said. "We believe it to be a fairly immense structure. It will not be a simple matter once we get inside."

"Then we'll make camp," Daring said. "We need to be rested before we wander into trap-infested halls."

Fleur frowned. "We don't have any intel on… 'traps'."

"Trust me. I've been doing this long enough." Daring kept her eyes on the temple. "Hey, Derpy, think you can find some fuel for a fire? Bark, thin twigs, any dead leaves you can find…"

Derpy's head was cocked, peering sidelong into the opening in Daring's shirt. "...Whuh-huh-right! Yeah, firewood. I can do that!" Daring smirked as Derpy dropped her pack and jogged off, surveying the ground.

Fleur set her pack down as well. "I hope this is the right decision. If that other group is around, then that's all the more time for them to catch up and get involved.

"Well, you said they wouldn't be relevant. I'm counting on that. But it wouldn't matter either way if we just walked in and got taken out by random spears because we missed a good night's sleep." She picked up both packs and made her way to the largest clearing she could find in the area. "We'll get a fire going, have ourselves a meal, and get to sleep. I'll take first watch."

"First wa—" Fleur stopped herself. "...Yes. That is for the best, I suppose."

"Gotta stay alert if there's bad guys around." Daring dug through Derpy's pack. "Alright, we got beans, beans, or beans. Take your pick."

The sun dipped out of view just in time for its light to be replaced by a small but healthy fire. After a mediocre cooked meal, three sleeping bags were laid out, and Derpy and Fleur took to them happily as the fire slowly burned out.

Daring stayed awake, sitting down against a tree, her shirt falling open and baring her whole chest. Her boots and socks were placed near the fire. She stared at the temple absent-mindedly.

She wasn't used to her compatriots getting a bead on her so quickly. Yeah, she tended to get a little salacious when the adventure was in full swing, but it usually just lightened the mood and took everyone's mind off the stress. Sometimes it led to a fun romp as soon as the sun went down, which was all the better.

To get shot down on the first move was a bit more alien to her. But she wasn't going to press it.

Still—her 'antics' weren't simply something she played up for their own sake. Being miles from civilization and with danger lurking around every corner was a thrill she fell in love with years ago, and she aimed to recapture it as much as she could. Here, with an ancient structure containing untold mysteries ready to be explored, along with a vague threat of peril that could rear its head at any moment… her heartbeat soared.

Before she gave it conscious thought, one hand unbuttoned her shorts and slid down inside. The nightlife was her only companion as she began to stroke herself, legs bending slightly. Her favorite moment of the day—releasing the build-up that came from being right in the thick of things yet again.

She stole a glance towards the two occupied sleeping bags behind her. Neither moved. Daring grabbed one of her own breasts and moaned softly.

She couldn't help but think back to Fleur… her breasts only just held back by her tight safari shirt. Daring knew it was a long shot to suggest that she allow some more ventilation, but she still found it a shame that it didn't work. It wouldn't have been the first time.

Daring's thoughts strayed to a more ideal outcome, with Fleur unbuttoning her shirt at Daring's request… sliding it off entirely, breasts glistening with sweat… walking towards Daring, groping herself softly… running a hand along Daring's breast, stroking her nipple…

Her toes curled in the dirt as her imagination got away from her. She drove two fingers inside herself as a naked, imaginary Fleur grinded up against her. "Mmm… hahh…!" She tried to quiet her moans, but was unsuccessful.

One leg spasmed, her heel shuffling around dead leaves as it dragged along the ground. She sped her hand up, feeling herself grow closer to climax. Her other hand traveled across her bare chest.

"Mmmm—" She bit her lip as she came, relegating her noises to a deep intake of breath. Her legs straightened out, and her chest pushed even further out of her shirt. She held her pose for a few moments as the trembling stopped, then relaxed against the tree, letting her hands fall to her side. She caught her breath, smiling, gazing at the temple entrance.

Her head cleared, and she thought more properly on what she had just fantasized about. She flushed a touch. Well, alright. I should probably admit to myself that I don't just get off to adventure. Having ridiculously attractive co-workers probably plays a part.

She listened to the breathing of her companions, noticing one had grown significantly quicker in the past few minutes. Hmm. Sounds like someone's awake after all, and... liked what they heard? She wiped her hand in the dirt and stood up, cocking an eyebrow. Gonna guess it was Derpy, then. She seems to be a fan.

She removed her shirt entirely, laying it by the fire, along with her shorts, leaving her in just her underwear. She rustled through Fleur's pack and retrieved the thin tank top Fleur was carrying for her and slipped it on, completing her sleeping outfit.

Smirking softly, she moved to Derpy's sleeping bag. "Hey," she whispered, gently clasping Derpy's shoulder. "Your turn for watch."

Derpy slowly roused from what was clearly a deep sleep, to Daring's surprise. "Mmnn… oh, my turn to watch for bad guys?" She rubbed her eyes. "Right. I'm on it. Don't worry about a thing. Heck, I can watch two places at once. 'Cause I've got the, you know… the..." she trailed off, blinking. "I'm a lot funnier when I'm more awake."

Daring frowned slightly as Derpy wandered off. She looked to the remaining sleeping bag, hearing only a normal breathing pattern.

"Derpy! Stop! Oh crap—" A spear shot out of the wall next to Daring, inches from her skin and shredding a piece of her open shirt.

Derpy continued to sprint over the tiles lining the floor, producing various clicks which heralded various pointy objects. "Help help help help help help help!"

Fleur stood still at the entrance to the room, watching the chaos unfold with wide eyes. "...Hmm."

Derpy made it to the end and dived onto the safe, solid stone floor. "I made it! I made it!" She looked back. "Um, how are you doing?"

A veritable fence of extended spears lay in front of Daring, one suspending her hat in the air. "Honestly? Pretty good, considering." She placed her hat back on her head and walked forward slowly. "As I was saying, we should be safe if we walk on the tiles that are more worn—More foot traffic from the people who knew the pattern." She stepped on a tile with four lines, then on one with a crosshatch pattern, ducking underneath spears to progress. "I'm sure these designs mean something, but, eh. This is easier."

Fleur nervously examined the floor in front of her. She began to step forward tepidly, placing her foot only on the tiles with designs difficult to make out.

A few harrowing minutes later, and all three were safe. Fleur breathed out and unscrewed her flask of water. Daring looked at her and Derpy, who was also enjoying a break. "Alright. You guys having fun? I'm having fun. Wait—" She did a double-take, turning back to Derpy. "A muffin? You have a limited amount of space in your pack for important life-giving rations, and that's what you brought?"

Derpy, inches from taking a bite of a bulging blueberry muffin, put away her wide smile and looked up at Daring. "Um… yeah."

"Man, that muffin's huge. You could have stuck four energy bars in there and gotten way more calories for the space."

Derpy looked longingly at her muffin. "But…" She looked at Daring and held it aloft another inch. "...muffin."

Daring blinked. She turned to Fleur, who turned away with a shrug, taking another swig of water.

Daring looked down at her shirt, holding up a side torn so badly as to hardly cover anything. She let it fall and shrugged. "Alright, we've been in here a good long while. If we're going to find anything, we'll find it soon."

"I must say—I hope so," Fleur said, screwing her flask closed. "I'm more interested in ancient historical relics than most, but even I have to wonder if anything could be worth this danger."

They proceeded down the path. Cracks in the ceiling both provided ample natural light and allowed the growth of the jungle to seep in. Daring followed the twists and turns, pushing through the hanging leaves, and, in the very next room, found something glittering underneath a shaft of light.

"I… I think that's it," Daring said.

"...I take back what I said," Fleur said breathlessly, moving slowly into the room. "This was worth everything."

There, atop a stone base, sat the golden scootaloo. An elegant sculpting of a pony resting on its hindquarters with rich, beautiful rubies for eyes. From every angle, the light from above reflected off it exquisitely.

"They say this holds remarkable power," Fleur said reverently. "They say it responds to sacrifice. It protects those who endanger themselves in place of others."

"They say a lot of sparkly things hold remarkable power, but remember that the people making these things are usually trying to start a cult. They want everyone to think it's some amazing, magical thing. It's usually just... sparkly." Daring approached it carefully. "Hand me the sack," she said to Fleur without averting her gaze from the prize. Fleur reached into her pack and retrieved the burlap sack they brought for this purpose.

Daring's eyes fell to a circular imprint in the stone around the relic. "Damn it." She looked around the room, seeing numerous bits of stone that could be hiding any number of things. "A weight sensor. This is gonna trigger something."

Derpy stepped back. "T-trigger what?"

"Mm… could be a few things. The room might fill up with sand, a giant boulder could roll out of the wall, or we'll get shot at by a hundred poison darts." She held the sack with one hand as the other hovered above the relic, fingers flexing back and forth. "Get ready. It looks like there's another exit to this room if we need it," she said, motioning to a second doorway that lay in the opposite direction from where they entered.

Fleur choked. "That's it!? The typical follow-up to 'we're likely going to die' is some sort of alternate plan, not 'get ready'!"

"Should have shopped around if you were wanting something different," Daring muttered, only half paying attention.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled the golden scootaloo off of its altar and stuffed it in the sack. The circle surrounding it raised just slightly, emitting a loud click. Fleur and Derpy's eyes darted around the room. It was quiet for a moment.

With a loud crash, a ramp slammed to the floor behind them. A rumble began, growing louder and louder, and in the darkness above, the group began to make out the shape of a large rounded boulder hurtling towards them.

"Yeah. That's a classic. Alright, c'mon!" Daring began to sprint towards the only remaining exit. Fleur and Derpy followed, arms flailing to and fro in panic.

This hallway was much straighter than the last, though cracked in places. Daring vaulted over them with ease. Derpy tripped and stumbled, but managed to roll forward and get back to her feet in a flash. "I don't like this I don't like this I don't like this!" she cried. Behind them, the boulder shattered the golden scootaloo's stone base without slowing down.

In front of them lay a pit lined with spikes; on the other side, long stairs leading up, covered with overgrowth. Daring soared over the pit, then turned and waved the others over. "C'mon! You have to jump!"

"I had gathered that much thank you!" Fleur exclaimed. Without breaking stride, she leapt in the air—but just a touch too early. She slammed into the edge of the pit, quickly clutching onto what vines she could reach.

Daring stepped forward quickly, dropping the sack behind her and reaching down. "Fleur! Take my—Woah!" Derpy vaulted over the pit and slammed into Daring, knocking them both over.

Fleur frantically pulled at the vines, only succeeding in snapping off leaves. She looked back at the boulder quickly closing in. "No no no, please—Please help—"

Daring shoved Derpy off of her, then rolled over towards Fleur. Without getting up, she clumsily gripped Fleur's arm, along with the back of her shirt, and pulled with all her might as she rolled back. Fleur was tossed onto the ground just as the boulder slammed into the edge with an ear-splitting racket, sending shards of rock up as it settled in the pit.

The trio laid on their sides, breathing heavily.

"S… sorry about the… jumping into you," Derpy said, staring at the ceiling, panting heavily. "Probably… probably hurt you more than it hurt me."

Daring began to rise to her feet. She groaned, a hand going to the small of her back. "Glad I could help…"

A hand reached down to her. She accepted it, and was pulled to her feet by Fleur.

They looked at each other for a moment before Fleur spoke. "...Thank you, Ms. Daring."

Daring brushed the dust off her breasts and stomach, then cleared her eyes. "That's what I'm here for, right?" She gave a cocky smile.

Fleur nodded, then bent down and picked up the sack, cradling it in her arms. She turned and looked up the stairs, seeing a bright light at the top. "Is that… outside?"

Derpy got up slowly. "...We picked the wrong side to go in, didn't we?" She ruffled her hair, dust flying out.

"Couldn't have known," Daring said. "We've got it now, anyway. Let's just get out and get back to the helicopter."

The group stumbled up the stairs slowly, emitting groans every few steps. Fleur beamed through the pain as she clutched the golden scootaloo tight.

A low-pitched noise became more and more audible as they climbed. Derpy's eyes widened. "What is that? Please don't say 'another boulder,' because I'm not okay with that at all."

Daring frowned. "Some kind of… engine, or motor? Propellers?"

Fleur slowed her walk. "...Oh no."

As they crested the top of the stairs, the sound grew to its peak as a great zeppelin appeared in the sky, twin engines idling as it hovered in place. Another step, and so too did men come into view— dressed in black with matching helmets and assault rifles, only a few paces in front of them, approaching the stairs.

Their eyes met, and the men immediately raised their weapons. "Halt!" shouted the lead.

Daring gritted her teeth and raised her hands, and Derpy followed suit with a fearful expression. Fleur clutched the sack tighter. "No, no no no no…"

"Well, what do we have here?" came a voice from the behind the men. A blond man, demonstrated by his uniform to be of a higher rank, stepped forward. With him came a woman with shining blue hair, a devious smirk, and a cape completing her uniform. She carried a weapon as well, while the man only held his hands behind his back.

"Blueblood…" Fleur breathed.

"Prince Blueblood, if you would," said the man, irritated. His gaze fell on the sack, and his expression brightened. "Ah! And here I was afraid we'd have to brave the depths of this temple ourselves. You have my gratitude!"

"You're not a prince," Fleur growled. "You aren't owed a thing."

Blueblood's expression tightened once more. "Opinions differ," he said bitterly. He stepped forward, hand outstretched. "Hand it over."

Fleur's expression twisted in despair. Daring stepped towards Blueblood. "Don't you touch her—"

The men behind Blueblood aimed down the sights at Daring, and the blue-haired woman grabbed her arm. "Ah, ah, ah… Keep still like a good little girl. There's no reason this can't be a pleasant experience for everyone." Her eyes trailed down to Daring's breasts, nipples poking out through tattered fabric.

Fleur tepidly handed the sack to Blueblood, who snatched it from her roughly. He opened the pack and pulled out the golden scootaloo, letting it sit in his hand. "...Magnificent."

Daring yanked her arm out of the thus-far-nameless woman's grip. She hardly reacted, smiling, eyes gazing at Daring's chest. She brushed aside half of Daring's shirt. "Yes, no reason at all…" Daring studied her face, noticing it flush.

"Come!" Blueblood said, transfixed by the relic. "Let's get back to the airship. Trixie, escort our new prisoners to their lodgings."

"With pleasure," the blue-haired woman said. She released Daring's shirt, letting her finger brush against Daring's nipple as she turned around. "Follow me, girls. The Great and Villainous Trixie will make sure you're very well cared for." She strutted off in the direction of the zeppelin.

"What are we going to do?" Fleur whispered frantically to Daring. "We can't let them take it. It'll be lost forever—They—they can't do this! They can't!" Her eyes welled up in frustration.

Daring was watching Trixie walk away, rhythmically moving her hips as she walked. "I'm not worried. Just stay safe, and I'll come get you."

"You're going to escape? Just like that?" Derpy said. "I don't think that lady's going to let you out of her sight…"

Daring nodded. "I'm counting on it."

The Airship

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.

The Raft

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.