Nature's Cure

By now, John was used to being woken up before he was ready, but not like this.

The calm reverie of near-unconsciousness was shattered in an instant. Feminine screams, undergrowth stirring, branches snapping, and the scrabble of hooves were all tossed in a blender inside his head. Looked like it was time to deal with another day of—

He then heard the distinct sound of a lion’s roar. Okay. Decidedly not a usual day on the job.

John didn’t have time to rub the sleep from his eyes. He jolted upright with a thrash of his arms. It was pitch-dark out, but he still had no way of knowing what time it was due to the thickness of the canopy overhead. There was another roar, followed by a brutal Thud! from right beside him. He yelped and instinctively threw himself in the opposite direction. He landed on something soft.

“OW!”

Something soft and annoying. “Violet?” he said.

“For fuck’s sake, my name is—”

“Shut the fuck up and run!” Daring yelled.

Couldn’t argue with that. Arms blindly outstretched and fishing for some purchase or understanding of his surroundings, John bolted as fast as he could, stumbling every few steps. More roars came from behind him, followed by the thundering of massive paws. Whatever it was that’d ambushed them was big, and it didn’t seem playful. One set of hooves mixed in with the sound of the creature’s movements.

A stray branch of vine caught John in the shin and sent him sprawling. “No—please!”

There was the striking of a match immediately followed by a plume of flame from beside him. Daring Do grasped a torch in her teeth. “Cmm nn!” she said, holding out a foreleg.

John took it and picked himself up. Their surroundings looked like something out of a horror movie, and he half-expected to see Jason jump out of the nearest thicket any second from now.

As they ran, obstacles leapt at them from the darkness. Reflexes John didn’t know he had saved him from another fall as he and Daring weaved through the trees, forced their way through bushes and brambles, and somehow kept their footing over a trail of mossy rocks.

With the sounds of pursuit growing no fainter, John looked behind him. That’s the thing you’re always told not to do, and now he saw why. The beast advancing on them had a scarlet lion’s mane, leathery wings, forepaws with claws the size of scimitars protruding, and a boatload of other features that John might have taken better note of if he wasn’t running for his life. He was fairly certain that if the forest was any less dense, it’d have caught up and shredded them by now.

Indeed, the creature had difficulty navigating the treacherous Everfree—a great deal more than John and Daring. John sidestepped a tree about twice as thick as his arm, and seconds later, the manticore—as he was almost certain it was—smashed through it. Each time something like this happened, John could tell from quick backward glances that he and Daring were distancing themselves from it, little by little, but John knew it couldn’t last forever.

If the creature had anything like a pony’s stamina, John would tire far before it would. He couldn’t see much ahead. Frustration grew in what little part of his brain that he had left for conscious thought, since most of his energy was going into keeping himself breathing. He needed a plan—but what?

His legs burnt almost as much as his lungs. His head pounded. However long he’d slept, it was nowhere near enough, and even less than he’d gotten used to over the last few days. Daring kept a few steps ahead, but somehow, she didn’t completely outrun him. Was she holding herself back so she didn’t abandon him?

John’s eyes frantically scanned his surroundings. Some of the trees had given way to rocks, something else to avoid. Rocks also meant something else: there was a good chance that there’d be fewer trees in the distance, and any little chance he had of survival would drop to zero if the manticore had an open field to run them down on.

Then, a blackness in the rocks caught his eye, something the flickering light from Daring’s torch couldn’t penetrate. A cave! Without hesitation, he turned and made a break for it.

“Jnn! Wht th fwk are uu dwng?”

All John could manage from his air-starved lungs was, “Only chance!”

He dove in, and the only tell that Daring was still behind him was the light that followed. Please thin out, please thin out... He blindly rushed through the cave with Daring at his heel. But, so far, it was large, and the echoing roar from behind told him that the manticore could fit. Fuck. Instead of getting him and Daring to safety, had he led them to their deaths?

The cave forked, and he took a hard right. He had no idea how the manticore hadn’t caught up with them yet, but he didn’t dare look back. Not now. The cave refused to narrow as his feet pelted against the rock, and it didn’t appear to be changing whatsoever. If they didn’t find somewhere tight to squeeze soon—

Suddenly, there was no floor. The dropping in his stomach felt exactly the same as when the log had snapped yesterday. He desperately tried to cling to something—anything—but the rock his hand found was slick and damp, and he immediately lost his grip.

Daring’s scream joined chorus with his as she, too, fell.

The torch fell past him. While the cave leading straight down was certainly narrower than the one they’d be running through—far too narrow for a manticore—he quickly saw what awaited at the bottom. Jagged rocks. Always the fucking jagged rocks. Now that death rushed up to meet him, or, rather, gravity pulled him into death’s welcoming embrace, he didn’t know what to think or what to feel. There was nothing he could do.

“Never in a cave!”

John couldn’t say what happened next. It was like one of those shitty home movies shot in bad lighting with a shaky phone camera. Bits and pieces of things—pony, rock, vest, wing, hoof, pith helmet, rock again, and then nothing, as the torch went out—all flashed in his eyes. As he fell, something hit his chest, and he felt the odd grab and tug on his clothes, and then something on his back.

He wouldn’t know it now, but apparently it was a point amongst hardened adventurers and explorers alike not to die in caves.

But right then, everything hurt all at once. A sickening CRACK! came at the exact same time that his lungs decided to deflate.

Then, silence.

Everything had stopped completely, except apparently his heartbeat. There was a faint ice-blue glow in the distance. Then the groaning started. He realized he was lying on top of Daring Do. “Holy fucking shit,” he said. “Daring… y-you saved me!”

“You’re welcome.” Pain permeated Daring’s voice. “Now could you…?”

John rolled over. Everything ached like a bitch, but at least he wasn’t dead. “Are you all right?”

“No.”

Neither of them could see, and so they made their way toward the strange glow up ahead. As they walked, the air grew hot. On the plus side, John didn’t have his heavy satchel weighing him down. On the negative… he didn’t have his satchel. All he had were his torn, sweaty, and grimy clothes.

“Oh. Oh, Jesus...!”

He didn’t even care about the source of the light when it grew bright enough to get a good look at Daring. Her left wing looked like it’d been run over by a dump truck. It stuck out at an odd angle, its feathers either missing or pointing in the wrong direction. Agony wracked Daring’s face, and he couldn’t imagine how she felt. As a kid, he’d fractured his arm on the monkey bars when he was in fourth grade, and that hurt. But completely shattering a wing?

“Stupid, stupid,” Daring grunted, half-limping toward the light.

“You shouldn’t walk,” John said. “You need rest—medicine, a doctor, something!”

“Are you a doctor?” Daring snapped. “Got any medicine?” A beat. Pained silence. “Okay, well, we’re going forwards. It’s that or die down here, and this isn’t the first time I’ve damaged a wing… but this is definitely the worst.”

John stopped. “Daring, I… I’m sorry.”

“So am I.”

“No, really, I am.” John always considered himself well-spoken, but the words were clumsy in his mouth, and he couldn’t blame the residual adrenaline from what’d just happened. “I know I’ve been kind of a bitch, and I’ve slowed you down, maybe even gotten the others killed… and you saved me.”

“It’s not that,” Daring said. “It’s… never mind. I don’t know where the others are, but I think they got somewhere safe, since we led that manticore halfway around the Everfree by the time we lost it. At the end of the day, it wasn’t your fault we got attacked by that thing, and you probably saved us, at least for now.”

John felt relieved and confused. Hearing Daring speak to him like this, when she wasn’t jumping down his throat, was just weird. “That’s all I could think of. If we’d gotten out in the open, you could’ve flown away, but I was dead for sure. Here, well, he can’t chase us down here.” He paused, and a terrifying thought struck him. “Manticores can’t tunnel through solid rock, can they?”

“They can do a lot of shit, but not that.”

“Thank fuck for that,” John said.

Daring grunted and trudged onward. “We’d better keep moving. We’re not doing anypony any favours by standing here.”

He knew Daring was right, and they set off together. The cave was just wide enough for them to walk abreast, and was only a few inches above the top of his head. The light grew stronger, and now that the danger had passed—at least for the moment—John had time to take in his surroundings.

Bioluminescent fungi dotted the walls and ceiling, growing denser the farther they ventured. They were shaped like the average run of the mill mushrooms you might find at your grocery store, except their caps were less rounded, and the fungus itself was ice-blue, almost ghostly in appearance.

The glow was pleasant, soothing. John wiped the sweat from his forehead. Why’s it so humid down here? The air grew hotter and thicker as they progressed through the network of tunnels, taking a left, a left, another left, then a right, and then another left. It felt like they’d been down there for hours.

The sound of gushing water met their ears. They made an unspoken agreement to follow the noise. John had no way of knowing if it would lead them to the exit, but fresh water would at least give them a better chance of survival down here. When they crossed a threshold, they let out a collective gasp.

John rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw. “What is this place?”

Daring only shook her head. A vast cavern sprawled before them. The air was full of steam that rose from the water pooling in the multi-tiered layers of rock all around the chamber. Several passages connected to it, and the water flowed from the walls in a steady, but mild current. That same fungi that’d led them here grew on the walls and ceiling, lighting the place up just as well as the midday sun might’ve.

These underground springs looked like something out of a tourism video, except completely untouched by anyone, pony or human. The way the rock was tiered reminded John of steps, except there was no logical pattern to them, and the water rested in what looked like several sizable indents that were essentially nature’s hot tubs.

“Fuck, my wing.”

Shit. He’d forgotten about that. Thinking fast, John looked around for something that might help. Moss and lichen covered much of the rocky cavern floor, as well as several patches of thick, wet mud. “I have an idea.” When she looked at him sceptically, he said, “Come on. At least let me try it. I ate your death mushrooms, didn’t I?”

Daring sighed, following him down the slope and into the springs. The going was slow, partly because of how treacherous the terrain was, and partly because the last thing John wanted to do after all that running for his life was exert himself more. When they reached the hot springs themselves, John sat down between patches of mud and moss.

Even though his shoes were pretty much destroyed, he kicked them off and set them aside before dipping his bare feet into the pool. A wave of relief washed over him. He’d forgotten just how soothing something like this could be.

Daring stood over him, grimacing from the pain. She hardly looked impressed. “How’s this helping my wing?”

“It’s not, but I’m getting to that.” With how rife with magic not just Equestria, but the Everfree Forest was, he wondered if some of that magic was seeping through his skin right now, or if the serenity he was feeling was just a placebo. It didn’t matter. “This water is so nice, Daring. You should rest your legs in it while I look at your wing.”

Shrugging, Daring sat beside him and did as he suggested. Immediately, some of the pain was gone from her face. Maybe this water did have a little magic in it. He had to stop enjoying himself. The mare who had just saved his life—twice—was suffering, and suffering because of him. He had to help. Taking a deep breath, he delicately began to touch the destroyed wing.

“Ouch! What are you doing?”

She didn’t pull away. Was it trust, or was she in too much pain? Hoping it was the former, John began to unfasten the buttons on Daring’s vest. “I have an idea, but we need to get you out of that first.”

Daring nodded and let him undress her. Her vest only had a half-dozen buttons, but unfastening them took much longer than it should’ve. John wasn’t sure why he was struggling. Ponies normally went around naked, and it wasn’t like he was about to get her non-existent tits out, so why was he so nervous about ‘stripping’ her?

His breathing grew ragged as the last button came undone, and the vest parted. He was surprised to see that her chest rose and fell irregularly. Could it be that—? No. It had to be from the pain. That was it.

John helped her finish undressing. She removed her forelegs from the arm holes mostly by herself, but allowed him to pull the sleeves off.

Her working wing fit through the slit on the vest’s side easily enough, but they both knew the broken one wouldn’t be as simple. John gently placed one hand on her barrel while he eased the vest off, trying to make it move around the wing as opposed to folding the wing so it’d slip off. Even still, he was finding it difficult to thread her wing through, what with its haphazard placement. “I’m going to rip your shirt a little. Do you mind?”

A bitter laugh. “I’ve got thirty more of these at home.”

And that settled it. He tore at the slit until it was large enough to thread her wing through with little difficulty, and did his best to ignore the fact that he’d just ripped Daring’s shirt off.

She felt so supple between his hands. It wasn’t anywhere near important right now, but it hardly stopped him noticing.

John knew pony girls definitely had the curves going on where they needed to be, but he had no idea they’d feel this nice. He could feel a heat on his face that most certainly wasn’t because of the hot springs. He couldn’t tell if all the mares were like Daring, or if it was due to her exceptional athleticism, but every inch of her spoke of vigour. Honestly, John didn’t know what the ideal Equestrian body was meant to look like, but somehow, he felt that Daring’s was just that.

After setting her now-torn vest on top of his shoes, he slowly, gradually bent the wing back to a natural, folded position. “I’ve seen a few videos about this,” he said, keeping his voice low and calm. He could feel Daring shivering and wincing in his touch. “Quick and dirty ways to mend a bird wing.”

Daring shot him a glare. “Do I look like a bird?”

John refrained from snarking. It was actually easier than usual. “I’m banking on pegasus wings being similar enough that the same method will hold you over until we can get you a real doctor. Sorry if this hurts—I’m being as gentle as I can.”

Daring didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixated on the water, and she took deep, steady breaths. With his face screwed up in concentration, John set about the meticulous task of adjusting her wing. Being careful not to force anything, he guided it back to where it should be, then straightened her plumage, feather by feather. Occasionally, Daring would curse wordlessly, but she didn’t try to stop him.

He couldn’t say how long it took for him to finish moving the wing, but when he was finally done, he tore a large strip of moss from the ground. He set it aside and scooped up some mud. It felt like just the right consistency, and he applied it to the wing and her barrel like a balm. Daring didn’t watch him work, and when he glanced at her, he could see a deep blue refraction in her ruby eyes, but little tears. She was so tough, it was impossible not to admire. Trying not to feel pressure—it was a pony’s wellbeing at stake, after all—he began applying the mossy strip to her side.

It wasn’t a proper sling or bandage, but it’d have to do, since neither of them had taken any of their supplies from the camp when the manticore attacked. His hands trembled throughout the whole process, despite his constant efforts to steady them. He hoped Daring didn’t notice his nerves. If she’d found out he was less confident about this whole thing than she was, she’d never let him finish.

Sweat covered his forehead, and he wasn’t sure whether it was the heat from the water or sheer nerves. Too focused on the task at hand, he didn’t have time to wipe it away. Finally, after a long, long time, he was done. He sighed with relief and took a moment to admire his work.

Daring looked strange with the makeshift bandage wrapped around her. After he rinsed his hands in the water, he asked, “So… how does it feel?”

“Mmm,” Daring said, rolling her neck. “A lot better. Still hurts like a bitch, but I think I’ll live so long as the bandage holds.” She turned to look at him, a genuine smile on her muzzle. “Thanks.”

John smiled back. “No problem. It was the least I could do.” He got up and pondered removing his shirt. They were all alone here but… there was no curtain or anything.

Now that the crisis had been averted, at least for now, he wanted nothing more than to have a bath. If the hot springs’ water felt that good on him when he wasn’t even knee-deep in it, he could only imagine what it’d make him feel if he could take a proper dip. “Do… do you mind if I?”

“You what?” She sounded curious.

“I… I want to take a bath.”

“So, take one? Nopony’s stopping you.” For once, Daring looked in no particular rush to get a move on. That, and her eyes were trained on him.

John couldn’t believe he was about to have this conversation. “Well, I know you ponies don’t wear too many clothes. But humans, well, uh… you know, we usually don’t go around naked.”

Daring only arched an eyebrow at him. Was she feigning ignorance? “WhatImeanwas,” John stammered, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I’ll keep my underwear on. I just thought it’d be polite to ask, is all.”

When Daring didn’t say anything for several seconds, John turned and took his shirt off. Why’s she just staring? He tried to be as casual as possible when removing his half-tattered jeans, all too aware of the soft, bright eyes that never left him. Both garments went on top of his shoes, and he dipped into the water.

Everything that troubled him melted away then. He didn’t know how to describe how relaxing it felt. Therapeutic didn’t come anywhere close. As he lounged in the spring, his back against the rock, he felt a foreleg draping over his left shoulder and resting on his chest. It was wet, but still soft as ever.

“D-Daring?” He looked at her.

She was still smiling. “I was wrong about you.”

“You’re not worried that we won’t be able to get out of—”

Daring pressed her forehoof into his mouth. “We’re all alone down here, and I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

“Well…” Daring sidled closer. “You surprise me, John. I thought you were just a liability—I really did—and that bringing you along was absolutely necessary. If the Celestite crystals weren’t so valuable, I wouldn’t have felt it was worth the risk or the extra time it’d take. But I’m glad you’re here.”

Was she snuggling against him? Her neck was definitely rubbing against his. He’d never been nuzzled before, but he returned the gesture without thought. “Daring, I—”

“Who knows? If we’d gone around that canyon like you wanted, we might’ve avoided that manticore’s territory,” she said. “I mean, we’d have avoided it if we’d just been able to fly, but after what happened, I can’t help but know none of us will be able to extract the Celestite without your help.”

Without meaning to, John snaked an arm around her. She was so warm, so inviting to his touch. “But, your wing…”

“It’ll heal,” Daring said. “I’ve hurt it before. Pegasus wing bones are very good at knitting, and you treated it damn well. You’re no doctor, but you’re way better than anything I could’ve done. Honestly, I’m impressed.”

“It’s not that difficult of a procedure.”

Daring shook her head. John could feel her breath on his cheek, and he turned to meet her gaze. Her eyes were full of sincerity, and her snout inches from his mouth. “Not about that. It was how gentle you were. You really care, even after the way all of us treated you. Those three ponies work for me, and instead of making them shut up, I just let them rip on you the whole time. I probably wouldn’t have been so gentle if I’d been treated like that for a week.”

John didn’t know what to think. Everything that’d happened just didn’t matter in this cavern, as if it was some completely separate dimension to Earth or Equestria. Even when she put it that way, he couldn’t imagine being so petty.“It’s just basic decency. You know—”

But he couldn’t say anything more. Her lips met his, and the next thing he knew, they were kissing. His arms were around her, and her forelegs around him. They pulled themselves into one another, their tongues meeting and entwining. Her breath brushed his cheek, and he could hear her whimpering from the soft touch of his tongue.

The sensation of making out with a mare was practically the same as doing it with a human woman. He groped her smooth curves, feeling toned, defined muscles beneath her fur. Daring’s coat felt odd on his fingertips. It was incredibly fine, so much so that it was almost like skin. The gentleness of her hooves against his body was amazing, nothing like he would’ve expected.

Eventually, they came up for air. Both of them were panting lightly. Whether it was from the sudden passion they’d shared, the heat of the cave, or both, John didn’t know. He didn’t care, either. He grinned at her like an idiot, and she mirrored his expression.

“What are humans like down there?” she asked.

John thought back to the previous night, where all the mares had laughed at him, and suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to give a shit. “What are pony girls like down there?”

“Wanna find out?” they both said at the same time. They looked at one another for a few seconds, then laughed.

John rose from the water and found himself kissing her again. He knew she couldn’t submerge herself like he did, otherwise the bandage would come off. His hands explored the top half of her body, gently groping her everywhere. He shuddered as she leaned into him, her hooves caressing him, slowly moving down his belly.

He was already hard before Daring even began to remove his underwear. The band caught on his cock, and it took her a few seconds to get the underwear off it. When she finished she pulled away from him. A single strand of drool connected them for but a moment. Her eyes followed it down until they stopped on his manhood.

“I know it’s not quite what you’re used—” But John couldn’t say anything more.

Daring went down on him, taking his entire length in her mouth, her muzzle pressing against his crotch. A huge wave of pleasure shot through him, unexpected yet more than pleasant, encompassing the entirety of his cock.. She could suck dick, and she could suck dick good. It was now he realized that her tongue was longer, broader, and more flexible than a human’s. It stroked and wrapped around his shaft, pulling back and forth at the tip even as she continued to suckle on him..

Who knew paralysis by pleasure was a thing?. When Daring began to bob her head, the sounds of her attentive muzzle’s work echoing throughout the cavern, John closed his eyes and moaned from ecstasy. He placed his hands on her head, caressing her ears and mane. His cock pulsed inside her mouth, and he began to rock his hips as her bobbing picked up speed.

Occasionally, his legs would shake from a powerful wave of pleasure, and he’d grunt to try to keep himself together. I have no idea how long stallions last, and I don’t care. I just don’t want this to end. It’s so fucking good! He didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he put all his concentration in making himself last. Having no opportunity to jack off in nearly a week didn’t help.

When he felt ready to explode, he stammered, “Unf… D-Daring, I’m gonna cum!”

But Daring pulled her head back and licked her lips. “Not right now, you’re not.”

Thoughts came in disjointed fragments, nothing could breach through his high.. He felt so hard, it was almost unbearable. Precum mixed with her saliva on the head of his cock. “It’s just too good. I have to cum!”

He reached for his dick. One way or another, he had to finish himself off, but Daring batted his hands away. “You will,” she said, “but first, you need to give me what I want.”

Hoping he already knew the answer, John tried to make his voice sound coy. “Well, what do you want?”

Daring made a show of turning around until her shapely ass was right in his face. There was a lot of moisture there, and there’s no way it was just sweat. Her tail was to the side, and she presented her asshole and pussy, the latter of which quivered and dripped. “I want that thing inside me, right here, right now.”

It all seemed to happen so fast—John’s hands were shaking.. But it was not from nervousness. It was from excitement, from anticipation. Daring shuffled backwards until her hind legs dropped into the pool, and her rear was level with his cock. Wow, I don’t even have to work at this! John placed his trembling hands on her ass. It was so rounded, so shapely. He squeezed. It had just the right amount of give, and just the right amount of resistance. “Do you like that?”

A moan was all he needed to her. He smeared his cock head against her lower lips, still reddened from the sucking it’d received. “N-no,” Daring said. “Not there.”

John couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “When I was making the comments about shoving something up your ass, I wasn’t—”

“I’m not joking, either.” She sounded pleading, desperate.

“Well, I’m not about to look a gift-horse in the mouth…”

“Good,” Daring said. “Fuck her in the ass instead.”

John felt like he’d been zapped. What he felt now he could only describe as animalistic. After he rubbed his cock against her pussy, just enough to apply some all-natural, fresh from the honeypot lube, he pressed his cock head against Daring’s puckering asshole. He grabbed her round ass harder and forced himself inside.

I’ve heard of a tight fit, but holyfuck. If he thought his nerves were on fire from the blowjob, then this was something else entirely. Daring’s ass grasped him like a vacuum, almost airtight. John clenched his teeth while his fingers whitened from gripping her ample ass so hard.

Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, he forced himself inside. Daring moaned, louder and louder, and shook from the shockwaves of pleasure crashing into her. John had no idea how he hadn’t blown his load—especially after he hilted inside her. “Y-yes,” she said. “It’s sooo good… I can’t even feel my broken wing anymore!”

John’s hands crept up her curves until they reached the part of her barrel where it blossomed out into her onion butt. There was a time where he’d thought it was just a stupid expression, but Daring’s ass was so fine, it really did bring a tear to his eye. With his hands firmly on her hips, he started to move. His movements were gentle at first, only a few inches.

Daring was still so tight around him that he could barely move back and forth. He could feel every detail of her ass with his member as he moved. The way her barrel and neck arched told him she was enjoying this just much as he was—if not even more.

“Yes, yes—YES!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. She shuddered violently, and John didn’t need to look down to realize that she’d came, and came hard.

As she trembled with his cock lodged all the way inside her, so tightly that there was no way he could move it, he brought his hand down on her ass full-force. The spank only made her scream louder, and he could see the ripples of her hide from the blow. Because she was covered in fur and not skin, it wouldn’t even leave a mark. There was something about being able to spank her nice and hard without her little numpties being any the wiser that just tickled him.

Finally, as her orgasm subsided, Daring panted heavily. John could feel her loosen ever so slightly. It was all he needed. He began rutting her, and rutting her good. Maybe there was some athleticism in him after all, because the way his hips pistoned back and forth amazed even him.

“Give it to me!” she shouted. Her legs trembled.

John grabbed her hips once again, admiring her thighs as he kept fucking her. Each time he thrust, he could feel the pleasure building inside him, churning and boiling in the pits of his gut. All Daring could do was bounce that luscious ass up and down slightly but rapidly as he kept ploughing her.

He could see her forehooves digging into the mossy rock. Daring was such a strong pony, and seeing her letting herself be in such a vulnerable state where all she could do was hold on for dear life as John fucked her senseless was just so damn hot to him. There was a wet slapping sound each time he hilted inside her.

The thrusts became erratic as he felt himself getting close. Pleasure clouded his brain, making his whole body tingle. Daring didn’t do or say anything to stop him, and he wouldn’t stop even if she tried. Making him edge earlier only made him feel even more pent-up.

With a wordless grunt, he leaned forward, careful to avoid her broken wing, and placed his hands near her shoulders. His fingers dug into the rock as he thrust his hips forward one last time and came. He closed his eyes as his climax made his entire body tremble. Several thick, sticky shots of cum exploded deep inside Daring, and she tightened around him.

John’s chest heaved as Daring’s incredibly tight asshole milked every drop of cum from his cock that throbbed and pulsed from the pleasure that seared hotter than the water he stood in. Relieved at last, he slumped forward, his cock falling from his lover’s ravaged asshole. A thin stream of his seed trickled from it, and he saw both her holes quiver from the residual pleasure.

“That… was incredible,” he said.

Daring was still flat on her belly, too spent to move. “You were incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm like that—never mind two. Fuck, man.”

“What’s wrong? Was it something I did?” John said. He clambered out of the water until only his feet remained in it and lay down on his back beside her.

She placed her hoof in his hand and gave him a dopey, half-lidded smile. “No, John. I’m just pissed we didn’t do this sooner. Think about it. This is what, day six? That’s five nights where we could’ve fucked like animals.”