Retirement

by Pegasus 25

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Daring Do, Profanity, Non-consensual, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4287

Daring Do and Rainbow Dash set out to find a forgotten tribe of minotaurs in what turns out to be the final adventure for the famed explorer.

Daring Do is considering retirement and sets out on one last expedition to find a long lost ancient tribe of minotaurs rumored to be the wielders of powerful magic and forgotten treasures. Rainbow Dash comes too. That was probably a bad idea.

Contains: Breast tf, light breast expansion, milking, hypnosis, and some minotaurs showing Rainbow Dash a more than friendly welcome whether she wants it or not.

Editing by SolidFire

Picture is 1214124 on Derpibooru.

Published 2019-09-20 18:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-20 18:30:01 UTC

Go Out with a Bang

Daring Do grunted in annoyance as she struggled against the vines binding her wrists together. The ropes were young and green, still soft and flexible, but she couldn’t dig her nails deep enough into their flesh to start tearing them apart. That, coupled with the bounce of every step of her captors as she hung from a wooden pole between them, made it difficult to make much progress, if any.

“Daring?” a scratchy voice called out next to her. “You got a plan, right?”

Daring frowned down the length of her muzzle and glared sideways at the colorful pony similarly hanging from a wooden pole between two other minotaurs. Rainbow Dash had been bound just as she was, with her hands and fetlocks tied together on the opposite side of a wooden pole, hanging from it with her back to the ground and wings tightly bound to her sides. She tried struggling against her bindings like Daring had done, but she was smaller and had less weight to leverage against them.

“I had a plan,” Daring growled back. “But then you got us caught!”

“Hey, to be fair, those minotaurs really camouflaged that trap well.”

The explorer sighed and went back to trying to slip free of her bindings, for all the good that would do even if she did get her hands free. This all started when Daring had let slip that she was planning on retiring and ending her saga once and for all. That, of course, drew Rainbow Dash to her cottage to try and plead and beg her in every way she knew how to change her mind. Daring had been adamant in her plans; all that adventuring was wearing her down, and after a mishap with a boulder trap in the last temple had crushed one of her legs flat and nearly broken her spine, she realized that maybe it was time to hang up the hat once and for all and just live off the royalties her books generated. After all, she’d sealed Ahuizotl away inside a Mareyan temple months ago when he triggered a trap, and without their boss around to hatch nefarious, world-threatening schemes, Dr. Caballeron and his cronies would have trouble robbing a drier for anything more ancient than the lint. They were hardly threats worth her time without any true leadership, and they’d probably go away on their own.

But of course, Rainbow didn’t see it that way; all she saw was the imminent end of her favorite book series ever. So she’d tried for two days to get Daring to change her mind about retirement, and just when Daring was about to shout her away for good, a friend arrived to deliver news of a long lost tribe in Zebrica being spotted for the first time in centuries. That shook her resolve more than any of Rainbow’s pleading. These minotaurs were said to possess ancient magic and lost arts the world has never seen before; who knew what was waiting to be discovered? And as much as she hated to admit it, finding a lost civilization like this would have been a great way to retire, a fitting final achievement for the world’s greatest explorer, provided she could actually find the minotaurs and bring back proof of their existence. As soon as she’d announced to Rainbow that she’d changed her mind for one last crusade, the pegasus squealed with delight and immediately insisted on coming along with her. Though Daring had been hesitant to let her, she decided it would be alright given how much the Wonderbolt had helped her out in the past. If she ran into trouble with the minotaurs, having some backup might be useful, and two mares were, in theory, better than one.

As it turns out, that theory was blatantly false, and she would have gotten off much better if she didn’t take the brash Wonderbolt along. Rainbow ended up caught in a net trap left by the minotaurs for catching game (or intruders, since it seemed to work great at that), and Daring found herself similarly tangled in the sap covering the ropes when she tried to help. The minotaurs found them struggling shortly after that and had bound them to wooden poles, and where they were taking them, she had no idea. Presumably back to their village to be cooked and eaten, so that didn’t worry the explorer that much. She’d escaped from half a dozen similar situations over the years, and she figured she’d find a chance to get away one last time.

Supposing Rainbow didn’t mess things up again, that is.

They found themselves in the middle of a forest village before too long, and even bound as she was, Daring could still admire the simple connection with nature the minotaurs seemed to have. Their buildings were built into and around the roots of great trees that hid them from the sky, and many tattooed warriors and hornless cows sat around great fires that diffused their smoke through the trees; no wonder this place had remained so hidden from modern civilization until now. Curious eyes looked up at them as they passed, and soon the two pegasi found themselves in the middle of the town.

The minotaurs unceremoniously dropped the two mares to the ground and slid the poles out from between their bindings, allowing them to kneel as they pulled them up by their hair. Shouts went up in some primitive language unknown to the modern world, and Rainbow looked around in bewilderment. “What are they saying?” she whispered to Daring, squirming against the vines holding her tight.

“What do you think?” Daring grumbled. “They’re probably getting ready to sacrifice us to some god of theirs and cook us medium rare over a fire. You know, the usual angry native thing.”

Sure enough, two minotaurs returned with a great golden idol on a plinth between them. Rainbow’s ruby eyes widened in surprise at the curvaceous form of a minotaur wrought in gold and gemstones, but Daring hardly batted an eye. She’d seen many statues of fertility gods before; not even the milky white opals on the idol’s nipples surprised her all that much. Though she did lower her brow as she got a closer look at the statuette. Since when did angry natives sacrifice captives to a goddess of fertility?

A minotaur that Daring could only assume was the leader of the bunch by his feathered headdress stepped forward. He began to shout things in that incomprehensible language of his tribe, and the explorer squawked in surprise when the minotaurs began to tear her clothes off, even her underwear. Rainbow cried out in alarm as well, but the observant part of Daring Do coolly noted that the fertility goddess made sense if they were about to be treated to that kind of hospitality. That was something of a relief at least; they weren’t going to be killed and eaten immediately if the minotaurs wanted to fuck them first, so that meant she had more time to craft an escape plan.

But then one of the minotaurs rubbed beefy fingers over the breasts of the idol, and a strange tingling sensation ran through Daring from head to hooves. One of the minotaurs squeezed at her breasts with a grunt of approval, and she angrily tried to swat him away with her bound wrists to no effect. When she looked over, she saw Rainbow shivering as they did the same to her, and then they began to confer with each other.

“Are they gonna... they’re not really gonna… are they?” Rainbow whispered, glancing down at her tits.

“Looks like it,” Daring said. “That might be our best chance to escape, though.”

“You have a plan?” Rainbow asked.

“Something like that,” Daring murmured back. “Just follow my lead.”

Just then, one of the minotaurs stepped up behind Daring and grabbed her mane. Daring Do grunted in indignation and tried to wrestle her way free, only for the minotaur to turn her head and press her face right into Rainbow Dash’s blue cleavage. The explorer snorted in surprise, trying to pull her face out, but the minotaur just pushed back harder, and an icy cold tingling feeling began to settle over the brown pegasus’ face. As soon as she felt the minotaur’s grip loosen, she tried to push away again, but this time Rainbow Dash yelped and moved with her. “Daring! What are you doing?!”

Daring Do tried to respond, but she found herself unable to open her mouth. Her eyes traveled down the length of her muzzle, and instead of her nose, she saw her brown coat merging with the soft tissue of Rainbow’s tits. She struggled and thrashed in alarm, but that only seemed to speed up whatever was happening to her. Faster and faster she melted into those two athletic blue balls, and then her head was completely gone, taking away her sight and hearing even as she struggled with the rest of her body before it too disappeared into her companion’s chest.

But it was no use; sensation and control fled from her, leaving her barely able to twitch her limbs, let alone move them. Rainbow panted and moaned and panted some more, squirming this way and that as Daring felt herself sink further into the Wonderbolt’s chest. Confusing whorls of fear and thrill ran through what was left of her swiftly shrinking body, leaving behind odd emptiness wherever it passed. What felt like Rainbow’s hands began to run over her ass and her legs, shockingly big for how small she remembered them being. She soon lost the ability to think straight, and apart from a shudder as her marehood merged with Rainbow Dash, she blacked out and remembered nothing more.

When she finally came to, Daring found herself staring sideways at a crack of light through the woven walls of a dark room. She didn’t remember ending up here, didn’t remember much of anything after having her face pushed into Rainbow’s chest. Why did the minotaurs do that? What had they done to her? It didn’t matter now; all that mattered was getting out and getting back to safety. Daring Do’s last crusade had already turned into more trouble than it was worth.

Only, she couldn’t feel or move any of her limbs, couldn’t blink or move her eyes. Had the minotaurs paralyzed her somehow? It was the only explanation. Her gaze was fixated on that crack of light in the wall, her heart slowly beating behind her, her vision rising and falling with each breath...

Wait... she wasn’t breathing that hard, was she? Why should her vision be moving like that? Come to think of it, she couldn’t even feel the air rushing into and out of her lungs. She couldn’t feel much of anything right now. Just what was going on?

But there was one thing she could certainly feel: she felt like she was full and about to explode, like she was stretched to her absolute limit after gorging herself on a Hearth’s Warming feast and drinking all day without a chance to use the bathroom. In fact, that was a better metaphor for the strange sensation she was feeling; she felt like her bladder was about to burst and she desperately needed to relieve herself, only she couldn’t, and on top of that, she felt that sensation twice, somehow. It was almost as if she had two bodies, each filled to the point of bursting, and craving some kind of release from the pressure stuck inside.

Then she heard a moan. It came from somewhere behind and above her, but it seemed to flow through her body, vibrating it ever so slightly. Then she moved, but not of her own accord; one moment she was staring at that crack in the wall, and the next she was moving off of her side, up and back. A shaking, jiggling sensation ran through her, and the pent up pressure threatened to pop her like a water balloon stretched to its limits.

The world was no longer sideways when she finally stopped moving, and an involuntary shudder ran through her. She heard that moan again, still above and behind her, and only then did she realize it was Rainbow Dash. Was she lying in Rainbow’s lap or something? Just what was going on?

And then she heard Rainbow’s breath hitch, and that made Daring’s vision bounce in response. Two enormous blue hands entered her vision from the sides, and she felt the tickle of Rainbow’s hot breath on the top of her head. “What the fuck?” Rainbow hissed, and her fingers came closer and closer to Daring’s face. Daring tried to call out and ask her what she was doing, but she still had no voice, and she couldn’t even feel her mouth. All she felt was that confusing pressure in her left and right, as if she’d been split down the middle and filled with something to the bursting point.

“Daring? Are you... are you there?”

Yes, I am! Daring wanted to shout at her, only she couldn’t. She could only sit in silence, staring at Rainbow’s trembling hands silhouetted against the wall. How could Rainbow not see her? She was practically on top of her!

Then Rainbow’s hands moved toward her face. The moment the Wonderbolt’s fingers touched her, Daring’s world exploded in sensitive pleasure. She could practically feel the grooves in Rainbow’s fingerprints as she ran them over her face, and Rainbow Dash hissed and shuddered as if she could feel everything Daring felt as well. As she ran her fingers around and around over Daring’s soft and smooth skin, the explorer soon began to realize that she didn’t seem to have any features to her face. No muzzle, no nose, no cheeks, no eyes. Only one thing stood out, and that was a singular hard point on each of her halves, something that ran her through with pleasure like a hot knife every time Rainbow brushed it with her fingers.

But it was Rainbow’s next words that finally made Daring realize what had happened: “Holy shit, my tits are so huge...”

And suddenly it all made sense. That stupid fertility idol turned me into Rainbow Dash’s tits!

That realization took some time to come to terms with. She wasn’t a daring adventurer anymore. She wasn’t even a pegasus or a woman. She was literally two lumps of fatty tissue hanging from Rainbow Dash’s chest, and she knew why she felt so bloated. Some part of the spell must have merged her with Rainbow’s breasts and made them bigger, and the other part must have turned her excess mass into the milk she was now full of. This is sick and twisted, she thought to herself, unable to voice her opinions or do much of anything given her current situation. Why would the minotaurs do this to her?

Rainbow let her hands drop away from Daring’s two halves, taking that freakishly exhilarating sensation away with them. “Holy shit,” she muttered. “I think they turned Daring Do into my boobs.” Her breath tickled Daring’s sensitive skin as she looked down at what remained of the entrepid explorer. “Uhhh... shit. Daring, are you in there?”

There was no way for Daring to respond to Rainbow and tell her that yes, she in fact was her tits. Instead, she explored her new form for any sort of independent action she could take and managed to perk her nipples up. That’s the best I can do? Damn it!

At least it was enough for Rainbow to confirm her suspicions. “Woah! Uh, okay. Guess you are. Shit. Okay, we’ll figure out how to fix that later. We gotta get out of here,” Rainbow said, forcing herself to bumble into a standing position with her comically huge tits swinging from her chest and throwing her off balance. “Nnnnrggfff... fuck that feels good. You, uh, you okay, Daring?”

No, but thanks for asking. Daring realized with no shortage of horror that she was completely reliant on Rainbow Dash for getting out of this situation. There wasn’t anything she could do like this; she was a part of the other mare, totally helpless and inanimate, and she didn’t think the minotaurs had merged them like this only to separate them again later. She still didn’t know why they had done so, but she had a feeling she didn’t want to know.

“I gotta get outta here and get to Twilight,” Rainbow said, walking toward what looked like a door. Every single step she took, however, sent Daring bouncing and jiggling left and right, making it impossible for her to focus on anything. The sensations of the milk swirling within her, her two sweaty halves rubbing up against each other, and her erect nipples feeling the tickle of the air inside the wooden shack left her in mindless glee. She couldn’t focus on how bad her situation was because of how good it felt to be just a pair of tits. She realized with horror that she already wanted Rainbow to play with her nipples again in the hopes of relieving some of that pressure pent up within her, waiting to burst free.

Rainbow Dash tried the door, only to find it barricaded on the other side, and she succeeded in doing little more than rattling it (and Daring Do) back and forth. “Damn it,” she muttered, her scratchy voice filling Daring with a faint vibration as it resonated in Rainbow’s chest. “Maybe I can bash it open with my shoulder, but then how am I gonna fly with tits like these?”

She once more touched Daring Do, this time her hands rubbing the soft and sweaty underboob that tucked into her chest, and she shivered at the sensation. “Fuck, why do you have to feel so good, Daring?” she asked, falling back against the wall and slumping to the floor again. “You’re just so... so... ah...”

No! Daring wanted to scream. Stop playing with me and get us out of here!

But Rainbow didn’t, and soon there wasn’t anything Daring could do except cave to the sensations and lose herself in the pleasure. Rainbow’s fingers took her mind away from everything else, and she embraced herself in the waves of bliss that drenched her new form. After all, tits didn’t have to worry about anything apart from making milk and being played with, and she was doing her job perfectly.

She didn’t even notice the door at the end of the shack open until the bright light of day shone down on her and Rainbow Dash. A pair of minotaurs stood in the doorway, and once they saw Rainbow playing with herself in the corner, they stepped inside and grabbed her by the arms. “H-Hey! What’re you doing?” Rainbow protested as they dragged her to her hooves and took her outside. “Can’t you let a mare have a little bit of privacy?!”

Despite her struggles, the two minotaurs dragged her from the hut and into the open, across the grounds in the middle of the settlement. Rainbow slouched forward as she tried to struggle free, leaving Daring to hang from her petite frame and stare at the ground below without the ability to look at anything apart from what was right in front of her. The jostling from Rainbow’s flailing shook Daring left and right, the shaking and jiggling made so much worse from all the milk inside struggling to break free. Only when they momentarily forced Rainbow to stand upright did Daring see the makeshift pillory in front of them and the minotaur chief standing off to the side, golden idol glistening next to him in the morning light.

It didn’t take much thought to piece together what was going to happen next. Daring just wondered how much she’d be abused in the process as nothing more than a pair of tits.

The minotaurs had the petite pegasus’ hands and neck tied to the pillory in moments, leaving Daring with nothing but a view of the grass and dirt on the ground with Rainbow’s hooves stomping at it at the bottom of her vision. She heard the minotaurs saying something to each other in their language and laughing, and Rainbow Dash simply muttering “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” to herself over and over again. One of the minotaurs placed two wooden buckets beneath Rainbow’s tits, and if Daring had eyes, they would have widened at that.

Oh, they can’t actually...!

It was at that moment one of the minotaurs mounted Rainbow and slipped inside of her; the shocked gasp and squeak made that plenty obvious, along with how Rainbow rocked back and forth against the pillory, moaning and panting in unison with the minotaur’s grunts. Two massive hands suddenly clouded Daring’s vision, and she felt herself squeezed and groped between strong fingers. It caught her by surprise, and when thumb and forefinger pinched down on one of her nipples, she shivered in ecstasy as a stream of milk shot forth and splattered into the bucket below, taking some of the pressure with it and leaving Daring hungry for more.

A tingle of magic ran over her, feeling eerily similar to the magic the idol had cast on them the day before, and Rainbow suddenly stopped whimpering. Something in her broke when the magic washed through her a second time, and she began howling in joy.

It seemed to drag on for hours. The first minotaur finished and stepped aside for the next, then the second for the third, and every time, they squeezed Daring with their strong hands and forced her a little bit closer to empty. Rainbow had completely lost herself to the sex, seemingly hypnotized into loving it by the idol. When one minotaur finished, she would beckon the next onwards, swaying her hips from side to side. And she didn’t keep her pleasure to herself, either; every time she came, that climactic explosion of sensation and ecstasy soaked through Daring as well, the rush carried to her in Rainbow’s blood, and she would scream in her mind while Rainbow screamed with her voice. It was a world of pleasure Daring had never imagined before, and when the last minotaur finished with Rainbow and Daring realized she was finally empty, she wanted little more than to fill up and be milked again.

At least, that was how she felt at the moment. The minotaurs had untied Rainbow shortly after she’d been milked dry and led her back to a hut with a soft bed of leaves to sleep on, and the pegasus had immediately passed out, leaving Daring alone to her thoughts. With the high of the sex and milking gone, however, Daring soon realized in horror that if Rainbow had been brainwashed by the idol, there was no way she was ever getting out of this one. The pegasus would want to stay and get fucked day after day, making no effort to escape, and Daring was utterly powerless to do anything on her own. She was just a pair of tits, not a person, and what she could do in the world was strictly limited to what she could do with her nipples, the one part of her life she still had any control over.

Her worries were all but confirmed the next day when Rainbow Dash woke up, ate a tray of food offered to her by one of the minotaurs, and walked herself back to the pillory again, tail held high and ready for any bull that wanted it. And around lunchtime, they all came again, in more ways than one. Once again, Rainbow was rutted raw by a succession of bulls, and Daring Do, having filled up with milk again while Rainbow slept, once more found herself emptied with strong hands pinching at her nipples. Day after day the cycle repeated itself, and Daring soon realized that there was no way of breaking it, not without outside help that likely wouldn’t come for her anytime soon.

But soon, that didn’t bother her all that much. She soon found herself looking forward to the day’s milking and fucking just as much as Rainbow did. She was just a pair of tits now; she might as well start thinking like one. And so she slowly forced all her worries and concerns out of her mind, focusing only on the sweet relief she felt whenever the minotaurs emptied her, and the unparalleled ecstasy she received whenever Rainbow Dash came at her post.

She’d hoped to find the minotaur civilization when she set out on this expedition. And she’d found it, alright, and she’d ended up a lot more immersed in their practices and magic than she’d first anticipated. With that, Daring Do could only sigh to herself as she realized she’d finally met her match. This was how the story of Daring Do ended; not with a glorious retirement, a ride into the sunset, but stuck as a pair of tits on a Wonderbolt for the rest of her life. She’d lost her independence, lost everything about herself apart from her identity, and had it replaced with the enhanced sensitivity and insane orgasms that she shared with Rainbow Dash. She’d been turned purely into a sex object, an inanimate pair of tits, and she knew she was never going to be an independent mare again. She’d just pass the rest of her life one groping, milking, and orgasm at a time, and not worry about anything else ever again.

All in all, it wasn’t that bad of a retirement.