TMI 2a: DARING DO and The Cannibal Paleoponic Nymphomaniacs of Xetlaxoxoa

by CoastalSarv

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Rarity, Romance, Sex, Daring Do, Adventure
Length: 10105

Rainbow Dash gets her fantasy about being an adventurer in distress fulfilled by Twilight and Rarity

Rainbow Dash has long nourished a sexual fantasy of being in dire peril, like Daring Do always is in her adventures. Knowing that recent couple Rarity and Twilight engage in some... roleplay... in their sex life, she asked them to help fulfill her fantasy. Exactly what will happen when the three mares spend one night pretending that Whitetail Woods is a hot hidden jungle valley?

This not entirely sane story written at the request of the readers looks at what might possibly have happened if the answer to Rainbow Dash's questions at the end of TMI 2: The Rainbow Confessions was "Yes, and sure!"
You might want to read that story, as well as TMI that came before it, to understand how the three ponies think, but it isn't neccessary.

The story contains explicit sex and shouldn't be read by minors or those upset by such things. Anyone who likes clopping should be aware the sex isn't exactly vanilla, and contains bondage, spanking, food sex, and weirder stuff.

I wish I could swear off responsibility for this madness but I can't; it's all my fault. May Faust have mercy on my soul!

Published 2012-08-23 23:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-26 13:04:54 UTC

Captured In The Jungle!

Note to readers: this fic jumps between what actually happens, told from Rainbow Dash's perspective, and what happens to Daring Do in, let's call it a fanfic written by Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle based on their fantasies of what happened. You got that? Good!

Rainbow Dash’s heart beat faster as she flew towards Whitetail Woods. Tonight was the night! Tonight was the night they had promised her, as a test run at least! When she had revealed her rather special kinks to Twilight (since Twilight had revealed her rather special kinks to all her friends) she hadn’t really thought it would work.

She hadn’t really thought Twilight, much less Rarity (Twilight’s recent girlfriend), would take her up on her silly offer. When Twilight had said “maybe” and “let me talk to Rarity, OK?” she had expected to be shot down... but she wasn’t. Instead they had invited her to tea at Rarity’s, and she had been forced to repeat her story so Rarity could hear. The fashionista had listened carefully and asked many embarrassing questions. After that Rarity had sat quiet for a long while, and then she had politely ushered Rainbow Dash out.

She had expected that to be the end of it, but it wasn’t. A couple of days later Twilight had turned up beneath her cloud house with a checklist. It turned out Twilight followed her habits from her youth, where such a list had been presented to each sexual partner, but the list was much different, since she already trusted Rainbow Dash. It was mostly a thorough questionnaire regarding turn-ons and turn-offs and a list of rules for safety when practicing rough sex. She felt a bit queasy when it mentioned such things as “be sure you have voided your bowels before you meet up”. Why?

“Darling, you have clearly stated your fantasies include being tied up”, said Rarity as she dressed her in the costume she was making. “Wouldn’t it be terribly inconvenient if you had to go to the little fillies’ room in the middle of that? I’m certain this is just Twilight’s... academic way to say you’d better have done all business before we start.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash, relieved. “Y’know, I already have a Daring Do costume I got for Nightmare Night. The official one, even. Why do I need a new one?”

“Because with this one I can do this,” said Rarity, grabbed her by the lapels telekinetically and ripped the khaki shirt off her.

“What - ! Hey!” Rainbow Dahs shouted. “It... it’s not torn!”

“No, it’s a trick you sometimes use with scene costumes,” said Rarity. “Not my specialty, but I’m learning. You simply use velcro in the right places.”

“May I ask why?” said Dash, a little flustered.

“Darling, these shenanigans we’re planning are all because you wanted to be some damsel in distress,” Rarity said. “Don’t assume your... violator will stop to unbutton your shirt. And we might want to do this more than once.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash and felt something pleasant stir inside her at the thought of a violator. A violator, more than once. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“I’m not the expert you are, but I have read my share of bodice rippers, and yes, if we are doing this, then we might as well do it right!”

Rainbow Dash had assumed some simple playacting at one of their homes, but the other two had different ideas. She knew they both could be quite obsessive, so the pegasus shouldn’t be surprised they were when it came to sex as well, but she was. Twilight had given her feedback on the questionnaire, and explained how they were going to do things in general. She was very thorough. At the same time it was clear that the details of their game were meant as a surprise for Rainbow Dash. Still, she did have a note with some directions with her, given to her by Twilight.

One of them was the very basic scenario, where in the world their little sex game took place, and what adventurous and amorous archeologist Daring Do was doing there. Another was where to land in the outskirts of Whitetail Woods, near a trail that led to a camping site. A third was how to react to what might happen there, a somewhat enigmatic set of instructions that teased her imagination but explained nothing.

Daring Do landed as the jungle grew tighter. She would have to walk from here, or at least fly closer to the ground. The tree canopy was too high. As night was falling, she chose to land completely so as to not fly into anything.

“A path!” she muttered to herself. “Then this place was inhabited not too long ago. The old donqeystador documents were right! I might find the lost city of Xetlaxoxoa here!”

She scanned the deep, verdant jungle as she walked along the path. Even if this place was long abandoned, it could have hostile wildlife or other dangers. It paid to be careful. Suddenly her eyes fell upon something that made her heart stop.

In the forest close to the path stood a pole topped by a skull. Bones and feathers hung on vines from the skull, and some sort of symbol was painted on the forehead. Daring fluttered up and shone her electric torch carefully on the skull. It looked somewhat like a pony’s, but with a heavy ridge over the nose and bigger nostrils.

“What the...?” Daring Do mumbled. “A Hippidion skull! But... the brutish Hippidion ponies died out in paleopony times!”

The explorer grabbed the skull and lifted it from the pole, and then she landed, looking it over.

“In any case this place is inhabited,” she said to herself. “The pole cannot have stood here for thousands of years! The natives must have placed this fossil here to warn their enemies because skulls are a symbol of death. It would fit with this glyph at least - it is very similar to the ancient llama symbol for ‘Stay away’. The city of Xetlaxoxoa was said to be founded by llamas or alpacas, after all... In any case, better be even more careful if the natives don’t like strangers.”

She flew up to the pole with the skull again, but just as she was about to replace it, she was so startled that she dropped it. An ululating howl came from somewhere in the forest, not far from her. Daring Do quickly collected herself, her heart beating faster, landed and took shelter in a bush. Then a drum started to play deeper in the forest, answering the howl.

“A scout or guard saw me, reported back to their village, and now the drum tells everypony to be on the outlook for intruders,” she told herself. “I should stay put. I should hide here in the outskirts of the jungle, and...”

She heard the howl again, this time much much closer. Daring Do, despite her years of adventuring experience, jumped again. Had it been day, and not deep within a tropical jungle, she would have been able to see the howler. Now, she stared into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was that was so close.

Suddenly, she saw a shape standing up in the underbrush, perhaps fifty yards ahead, something very light blue or gray, with small areas of white. Daring Do stood up herself to see better, a fatal mistake. She felt a sting in her rump, and when she quickly turned around she saw a face like a grinning skull not twenty feet behind her, gripping a blowgun in its muzzle. The poisoned dart did what it was made to do and she lost consciousness.

The instructions had been succinct: “When you’re hit by a dart, pretend you’re unconscious.” Rainbow Dash had been pretty impressed by the fake skull-totem and the sounds in the forest. Now she understood why one of Twilight’s constant lectures had been over exactly that skull. The Hippidion caveponies had turned up in one of the Daring Do books, the one with the Lost World, but Rainbow Dash had no idea of what they were before Twilight had shown her the plaster skull. Now it was obvious she had been setting the scene somewhat..

Rainbow Dash had shut her eyes, even if that’s not what happens when you go unconscious. She didn’t want to be entirely sure what happened. She wanted to be helpless. The pegasus heard whispering voices, and then somepony started to tie her up. Front hoof to front hoof, back hoof to back hoof, her wings to her sides, a piece of wood tied in mouth as a rather inefficient gag. Then the same somepony stuck a pole between her legs and hoisted her up. She felt an electrical tingling in her pussy as she was made helpless and marehandled like a bale of hay. Being carried like this was one of the scenes she had fantasized about in bed, or on a cloud, pleasuring herself. It happened regularly to Daring Do.

When she was lifted she lost her pith helmet. Rainbow Dash opened her eyes and tried to speak as she tried to make her captors note the loss, but there hadn’t been a need. The captor who stood in front of her swept up the helmet in a white magic aura and placed in on her head.

So that’s Rarity, she thought. The way she was carried, she only saw her walking hindlegs, her tail, her butt and... her tender parts.

Rarity’s teats and pussy are... really nice, she thought, the first time that thought came over her. Then she felt a faint smell of arousal from it which mixed with Rarity’s perfume... a kind she was certain she had never smelled before.

Is she also turned on by this? Rainbow Dash thought. Isn’t she just helping me and... and Twilight because she is... Rarity? That thought somehow made her even hornier.

Even the parts of Rarity she could see wasn’t Rarity, in a way. The coat was light grey instead of Rarity’s white, and had a pattern of white stripes. Not zebra-like, but wider and sparser. Rainbow turned her head and tried to get a view of her other captor.

It was Twilight that was carrying the other end of the pole, of course, but at the same time it wasn’t Twilight. She no longer looked like a modern pony. There was a heavy ridge down her face and her nostrils were wider. Her coat was dark gray with the same sort of stripes as Rarity. She looked, over all, somewhat like a donkey.

A Hippidion! Rainbow Dash thought. I don’t know whether Rarity used makeup or one of her illusion spells, but they do look like those caveponies.

The cavepony that had been Twilight had her face painted like a skull and her mane was decorated with colourful feathers. She had big earrings made of some kind of blue stone. Neither her outfit nor her species-change was as surprising as her visage, though. Twilight Sparkle, the geeky librarian, never had that facial expression. This Twilight, the savage cavepony, had a cruel smirk as she stared at her captive. Now and then she would scan the “jungle” around her cautiously. She looked wild, savage and animalistic. Most of all, she looked horny. Rainbow Dash remembered how Twilight had been frank about it, that pretending to be a non-pony was her kink, and the more exotic the non-pony the better.

She also realised that when Cave-Twilight looked at her that she must have an even better view of her pussy and teats than she herself had of Rarity’s. Rainbow Dash tried to pull her legs together or cover herself with her tail or something, but she couldn’t. The savage behind her that sort of reminded her of Twilight just laughed cruelly. That was the first time that night that she reached a level of arousal she had never felt before.

Daring Do struggled to get loose from her bonds, but they were too tight. She did, however, manage to make her captors stop. The one up front told the other to lower her to the ground and she did. She was amazed to recognize the language, but they seemed to be speaking a rare llama dialect, strangely enough.

Not as strange as surviving Hippidions, she thought. These ponies are too primitive to have a city, though...

The one up front seemed to be in charge. She was wearing a larger crown of feathers and more jewelry of polished blue stone. Instead of the simple skull paint she seemed to have a stylized red butterfly painted on her face. Perhaps some noble? Chieftain? Priestess? She glared at Daring Do.

“Stop struggling, intruder!” she said sharply.

“Check her bonds!” she ordered the other Hippidion, which nodded and tugged at the ropes binding her with her teeth and poked at her with her hooves. Daring Do first now realized that rags had been stuffed between the ropes and her coat, protecting her. “We don’t want her harmed... yet!” She smiled maliciously at the prisoner.

The other Hippidion snickered at that. She bent down and sniffed Daring’s nether parts. Daring jolted.

“Juicy!” the Hippidion said and snickered again. Then she casually bit Daring’s rump. Daring’s shriek was muted by her halter.

“Plump!” she said and licked her muzzle theatrically.

Daring tried to speak and protest at the treatment. If she couldn’t physically escape, perhaps she could reason with them.

“Heeehng!” was all she could manage.

“Free her mouth,” said the leader. The other did so, undoing the knot and removing the rope. Daring spat out the piece of wood.

“Look, I mean you no harm!” she said. “I only came to this valley to study it and learn more about it!”

“Lies!” said the other savage fiercely and prodded Daring with her hoof. “You are an evil invader like all the others, here to steal our treasures and desecrate our temple!”

The others? Temple? thought Daring. Something’s ahoof here!

“What’s your proof for that?” Daring protested. “I come alone and unarmed.”

“Oh yes,” said the savage and snickered. “That’s what you want us to think!”

“We will soon learn the truth,” said her leader. “Let’s get this pastelcoat to the village!”

“Look, I can walk myself!” Daring Do said. “You don’t have to carry me!”

The savage Hippidions stood still a moment as if considering it.

“Gag her!” the chieftain said. “We’ll hear enough of her yammering enough later!”

Despite Daring’s protests, the stick was rammed into her muzzle and tied up again, though she could feel the savage tying her did a sloppy job. She stopped to bite Daring Do’s ear and then smacked playfully.

“Mmm,” she said and grinned.

“Enough of that,” said the leader. “Get her up and to the village!”

Daring Do was hoisted up again and carried away. She swung towards the genitals of the captor in front of her, while her own tender parts swung towards the one behind her, who now and then would sniff in that direction or snap her teeth playfully as a crocodile after a fish. Daring swallowed. Were they really that uninhibited?

Rainbow Dash was almost disappointed. They had to stop two more times and check her bonds. Chieftain Rarity would make it out to be a quick rest for the “savages” and a chance to be certain their prisoner was tightly bound, but she was pretty sure Rarity really wanted to be certain she wasn’t hurt by being carried. The fuss with the gag was equally obviously to make it certain she could spit it out if she needed to shout the safeword. Rainbow Dash wasn’t experienced in these sort of games, but she was certain that was what was happening. That was the source of her near-disappointment, because she was being immensely turned on by being tied up and carried like this.

She could do nothing but wriggle, she couldn’t speak clearly, her nostrils and eyes were assaulted by Chieftain Rarity’s sex, and her own sex was constantly threatened by Twilight the Savage That Isn’t The Chieftain. Rainbow Dash was certain she would have had an orgasm if somepony had actually touched her, touched her down there, but apparently this was a very cruel herd. These very sensible hints that it was only a game cooled her off, though. She started to wonder if it was okay for the submissive in a sex game to shout the safe word and break the game to ask for harsher treatment. Then, she was interrupted by Twilight the Savage’s sudden ululating.

She whooped joyfully and made Rainbow Dash jerk in her bonds by surprise. Chieftain Rarity joined in as well, somehow making her own war whoop more refined and ladylike. Still stunned from the sudden noise, she was even more surprised when the drum she had heard earlier answered them from further up the road.

What the hay? she thought. Have they got more people into this?

She had a sudden vision of all her friends being part of the game. She couldn’t help it, it made her laugh out loud behind her gag, which mostly came out as a grunt.

I’m basically playing the kinky version of cowponies and buffaloes with the town librarian and the finicky seamstress, she thought. It wouldn’t be that ridiculous for the others to turn up, given how silly this is already.

Twilight the Savage started to sing or rather babble nonsense words to a rhythmic melody that the pegasus recognized as an old marching song. Or flying song, they had sung that in flight camp. Twilight was obviously making up the ongo-bongo wolla-bolla on the spot, and having the time of her life. This caused Rainbow Dash to laugh uncontrollably behind her gag again. The somewhat childish antics clashed with her fantasy, but for some reason the fire in her loins didn’t falter. It was as if Twilight’s enthusiasm was enticing in itself.

Of course, it did help that Twilight, ignoring that she was a Hippidion and shouldn’t have any magic ability, was levitating her blowgun tube and smacking Rainbow Dash on the rump playfully to the beat of her “singing”. It helped a lot.

The village was small, but the herd of Hippidions that met them was very enthusiastic and aggressive, and seemed to be larger than it was. They jeered at Daring Do as she was thrown to the ground and cheered her captors. She must have been right that the captor that was a paler shade of grey was a chieftain, because she seated herself on a simple throne and was handed a beautiful mantle of feathers and a sceptre-like staff topped with a pony skull. Daring Do’s helmet was taken by the other warrior and placed on a short stake near a crude wooden idol that seemed to represent some kind of tree or plant. The dark grey warrior bowed deeply before it. Daring saw to her horror other trophies spread around it - explorers’ hats and shoes, pony and llama skulls and even old donqeystador helmets. She felt a chill and wondered if her own skull would soon sit there on a stick.

The dark grey warrior then fetched something very similar to a sawhorse and dragged the thing in front of the throne. Daring was untied, but after a short respite she was made to climb up on the sawhorse, threatened by spears. The explorer was then tied to it, one leg to each leg of the wretched thing. She realized the wooden frame leaned forwards, and the way she was tied caused her rump (and other things) to point straight up in the air. The warrior removed her gag and in an act of false kindness gave her water to drink from a calabash.

“So,” said the chieftain, “now let’s see why you’re really here, pastelcoat!”

“Hey, my coat is not that pastel, it’s a shade of brown,” said Daring Do in an attempt at a joke.

“Witty, huh?” the chieftain said, pouting. “We’ll see in a while... Give her five lashes!”

“Yes,” said the warrior with a smirk and Daring felt a smack on her rump. She yelped.

Somepony started to play that drum again. The warrior began to leap and swirl, dancing around Daring Do, chanting to herself through her teeth which gripped a thin feather-decorated rod. Whenever she came behind Daring, she smacked her rump. Daring gritted her teeth, determined not to yelp again, but found herself counting the beat of the drum and the whirling dance-steps of her torturer, waiting nervously for the smack. Whack! Whack! Whack! And a final one, that hit her sex, not her rump. She made a little shriek most unlike her tough demeanor.

The savages laughed at her.

“You enjoyed that last one, didn’t you?” said the chieftain. “No? Then tell me how many more of you there are here!”

“There’s just me!” Daring said angrily. “Stop this, I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“More lies!” sneered the chieftain. “Let’s see how you like ten lashes!”

The warrior grinned and smacked Daring Do’s sex again, after which she resumed her dance. Now Daring could never know where on her behind the thin rod would land, and she writhed in her bonds as she grunted and shrieked. In the corner of her eye she could see how the chieftain, reclining on her throne, was rubbing her sceptre-staff between her legs, obscenely enjoying the explorer’s torment. The whole herd seemed to follow her torturer, leaping and chanting around her, leering painted muzzles and feather-decorated manes and tails, stamping hooves and grinning teeth, but hurting the prisoner seemed to be a privilege of her skull-faced captor.

Twilight Sparkle couldn’t dance. She couldn’t dance the slow, dignified courtly dances of Canterlot’s ballrooms and soirées. She couldn’t dance the modern dances made for blinking lights and dark dancefloors. She really couldn’t dance this made-up tribal dance either (though knowing Twilight and her obsessions, it might have been taken from some equinology textbook). It didn’t matter to her, however, because she loved to dance and did so with gusto. That was one reason why Rainbow Dash didn’t burst out laughing. Twilight’s enthusiasm for the fantasy was again contagious. The pegasus didn’t feel more threatened, but she didn’t feel silly either, which would have ruined the atmosphere.

Another reason was the special effects. Rainbow Dash knew that there were only three ponies in the clearing in the Whitetail Woods. She knew that the half-seen herdmembers, the huts in the village, even the jungle leaves and sounds, all of that was just smoke and mirrors. It was Rarity and Twilight combining their magics, probably Twilight’s animation spells and Rarity’s illusions, making some props and ponykins dance and drum and jeer and cast shadows. However, with the situation being what it was, they all turned real in her imagination, to a score of screaming savage ur-ponies after her blood. It increased the feeling of helplessness which she had craved, being so outnumbered and surrounded.

Finally, it was the fact that her lashes actually were painful and scary. Rainbow Dash wasn’t acting when she was writing in her bonds, whimpering and moaning. Of course, this sort of thing was what she had fantasized and dreamt of when she read her adventure stories. She grew more and more aroused, feeling her pussy becoming wet, and starting to wish again that she could touch herself, or that Twilight would touch her with something else than the rod. The way Chieftain Rarity was touching herself with her sceptre topped with a plastic skull and coloured chicken feathers.

As Savage Twilight finished the torture dance, Rarity jumped off her “throne” (a rattan chair from her parlour) and went up to their prisoner. She put her muzzle next to Rainbow Dash’s muzzle and looked into her with her deep blue eyes, surrounded by red warpaint instead of her normal eyeshadow.

“Now, pastelcoat, tell me how many more invaders there are,” she hissed.

“There’s... only... me...” Rainbow Dash panted. Then, on a whim, she spat Chieftain Rarity in the face. “Let me go... or else...”

Rarity drew back, clearly actually shocked, then visibly calmed herself down and smiled wickedly instead.

“Maybe ten more lashes will loosen your tongue!” she said.

Rainbow Dash was about to be defiant again when she felt something wet on her pussylips and yelped.

Twilight poked up her head behind Rainbow Dash’s rump and licked her nose.

“She is braver than you think, oh chieftain,” Twilight said. “This has done nothing but arouse her.”

“Oooh,” said Chieftain Rarity and reared up. “So, that’s why you and your allies are here, you lustful fiend!? To ravish our young mares and stallions?!”

“What?! How does that even...?” said Rainbow Dash. “No! I can explain...”

“I think we must employ different methods, chieftain,” said Twilight, her voice and pose somewhat stiff. She walked up beside Rainbow Dash and nuzzled her bound wings.

Knowing what was awaiting her, Rainbow Dash’s already quick-beating heart picked up the pace even more.

Oh yes! she thought. They are really going to do it! Are they really going to do it? Please Celestia, make so they are going to do it!

Rainbow Dash was staring at one of Twilight’s long lists, part of her checklist for their planned fantasy.

“What in Equestria is this, Twilight? ‘Note for each of the following treatments, whether you A, Don’t want it being done to you, B, Accept it being done to you, C, Crave it being done to you’?”

“Well,” said an enthusiastic Twilight, “it’s all about things that can be scary or painful or humiliating, but which aren’t dangerous if you’re careful. We have to put you in distress, right? But we must choose the things that you like!”

“‘Being spanked with the hoof’. ‘Being spanked with a stick’. ‘Being flogged with a lash’ Twilight, aren’t these all the same?”

“Oh no, there are clear differences! Well, in our experience, and according to experts,” Twilight blushed.

Rainbow Dash snickered.

“‘Having snakes put on your belly’ doesn’t sound like it isn’t dangerous, Twilight...”

“Oh, for something like that you get a non-venomous snake, of course.”

“Twilight, aren’t you afraid of snakes?”

Twilight swallowed. “Yes, but this is for you. They are awfully common in Daring Do stories, so...”

“No thanks, then. You folks should enjoy it too. Should I assume the non-venomous thing goes for ‘Having spiders put in your mane’?”

“Most spiders native to these parts of Equestria are non-venomous... Really. if you think anything is iffy just put it down as an A!”

“OK, Twilight...”

When she came the end, there was a field for ‘Your own suggestions of peril’.

“So, did we miss anything?” said Twilight anxiously. “I tried to correlate ‘D/s for dummies’ with the entire collection of damsel-in-distress scenes in the Daring Do series...”

“Well, you were thorough...” Rainbow Dash was about to mock the whole thing. This sort of game had safewords and basic rules, which should really make the list unnecessary. It was typical that it was the most detail-obsessed of her friends that had been willing to play with her. Then she was reminded of something.

“Twilight, do you remember why Daring Do couldn’t fly in ‘The Palace of the Mad Pasha’?

It was a running gag in the Daring Do series that the heroine would be hurt and become unable to fly somewhere during the book, so that she could be challenged by things that were no challenge to a well-trained pegasus. The author did their best to make the cause a different one in every book.

“Oooh,” said Twilight and shivered, “the Plucking!”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “she had her feathers in her right wing ripped out one by one as punishment for grave robbing.” She licked her mouth that suddenly felt dry.

“You want us to do... that?”

“Nono! Just... you know, symbolically. One or two feathers. Because...” She sighed. “Because not being able to fly... that scares me, mare! Scares me, but in this situation, it would turn me on.”

The Hippidion warrior removed the ropes from her wings, and Daring reflexively stretched them and flapped them. Her freedom didn’t last long, however. The warrior and the chieftain pinned the right wing and then the warrior bit down on one of her long, beautiful feathers. Daring shouted as she realized what she was about to do, but it was too late: she pulled out the feather.

The pain was quickly over, but not the humiliation. The warrior held the feather in front of her face and mocked her.

“Your feathers are mine now, pastelcoat!” she said. She impishly tickled Daring on the nose with it.

“They would make a beautiful headdress for you,” said the chieftain in a strange coquettish manner. She nuzzled the warrior. “Let’s pull out all the others!”

The warrior nodded and they went to Daring’s left wing. She shouted and flapped her wings as much as she could, but in the end it was in vain. Her wing was grappled and another feather was pulled out.

That feather as well was presented to her, held between the teeth of a grinning painted face. The warrior placed the feathers in her mane and laughed.

“Should we continue to pluck you, little bird?” said the chieftain.

“Please!” Daring Do was hoarse. “I tell you, I came alone! There is nopony with me!”

“Really?” said the chieftain and put her painted muzzle to Daring Do’s.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!” she begged. “Please let me loose!”

“Then nopony will miss you if you die, right?” said the chieftain with an evil grin.

Daring Do swallowed. The situation had just turned from bad to worse.

Rainbow Dash had come when the second feather was pulled out. She could hardly play her role because she was panting so hard. She could feel how she had spurted. The pegasus hadn’t expected that. The fantasy had always been a spice for her, to enhance the experience of playing with herself. She had still been touching herself when she had orgasmed fantasizing about being helpless and in danger. This time, however, she had been unable to touch herself, and her sex partners had just touched her quickly, teasingly, or had “touched” her to cause pain. It was a revelation of sorts, one she only hazily grasped through the fog in her mind.

Chieftain Rarity bowed close to her and broke character.

“Are you alright dear?” she whispered with concern. “Breathe!”

“I came,” she whispered back. “That was awesome!”

“How is she?” said Twilight, out loud and in her “cruel Hippidion voice” but clearly worried.

“Oh, she is wonderful!” said Chieftain Rarity. “She just came!”

“Oh;” said Twilight. Then she laughed. “Don’t you think she seems very brave and fertile, oh Chieftain.”

“Why, you’re right” said Rarity and smiled wickedly. Then she broke character again. “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes!” Rainbow Dash hissed.

“Why, you’re right,” Chieftain Rarity repeated gravely. “That means her death can only come in one way!”

“Of course,” said Twilight and bowed. “The gods will be pleased!”

“The herd will be fed!” said Chieftain Rarity.

“What are you talking about, you maniacs?” Rainbow Dash panted.

“Pastelcoat, you will be sacrificed to Xetlaxoxoa!” said Chieftain Rarity.

“How?” said Rainbow Dash. “When? To whom?”

“By being boiled alive with the divine brew in the sacred cauldron!” said Twilight.

“Right now!” said Rarity.

“To Xetlaxoxoa, the Cacao Goddess!” said Twilight loftily.

“What... Xetlaxoxoa... Kettle o’ cocoa... pot of chocolate... you’re going to boil me alive in chocolate?!” said Rainbow Dash.

“Take the prisoner to the altar and prepare her!” Rarity commanded with a wide grin. “I’ll put the kettle on!”

What will happen to our daring explorer in the next episode?! Will she live?! Will she die!? Will she have more not entirely consensual sex!? Stand by for the next episode of DARING DO and the Cannibal Paleoponic Nymphomaniacs of Xetlaxoxoa: DEATH BY CHOCOLATE!

Death By Chocolate!

Okey, I know I said I would wait a week... but things were done, and I couldn't concentrate on my other work until I was done with this! There will be a blog post with some author's comments later. Now, literally: bon appetit!

Daring Do tried to break free when she was untied from the whipping-frame, now covered in sweat (and other, more shameful, fluids). It was no use. Not only was the Hippidion warrior-mare that had whipped her fiendishly strong, she also had allies. Armed allies. Daring Do was re-tied as she lay on the ground panting. Her forelegs were hobbled so she couldn’t move them more than a few inches from each other. Same thing with her hindlegs. Her wings were tied to her sides. The warrior placed her on her feet and goaded the explorer on with her spear, prodding her buttocks.

“Move, main course!” the Hippidion said. “This is getting me hungry!”

“You can’t eat me!” Daring Do protested as she stumbled forth, unable to walk normally. “That’s cannibalism!” Her rump swung back and forth and her tail whipped up and down by her way of movement.

Entranced by Daring’s swaying buttocks, the Hippidion didn’t answer for a moment, but took the opportunity to stab each buttock with her fortunately rather blunt spear.

“Oh, it can’t be cannibalism when we’re not even the same species!” she said merrily.

“You’re... very... educated... for a... stone age tribesmare!” Daring Do growled as she stumbled forward, rubbing her limbs together and sweating heavily.

“Uh... silence, dinner!” said the Hippidion and pushed her forward. The explorer almost stumbled to the ground, but her tormentor succeeded in grabbing her. The Hippidion repositioned herself beside Daring Do and dragged her along through the jungle.

“I’m sentient! You still can’t eat people! In fact, I’m certain you’re herbivores, so you shouldn’t eat meat anyway!”

“Didn’t I tell you do be silent?” the Hippidion growled. “The Masters ate those lesser than themselves, and the Masters taught us everything! Hence, eating others must be a good thing!”

“The Masters?” said the explorer, her curiosity overcoming her desperation for a moment.

“The Masters built the city and the temple,” the Hippidion intoned as she dragged her prisoner towards a square wood thing in a clearing. Daring Do noticed a fire burning nearby... and a huge pot placed on the fire!

“They taught us everything... how to speak, how to make fire, how to grow the sacred cacao,” the Hippidion continued as she dragged Daring Do to the crude wooden altar. Daring Do noticed a series of pots, pans and wooden kitchen tools next to it. She felt a chill despite her sweating as her limbs continued to rub against each other.

That’s it... The City of Xetlaxoxoa was a llama colony... they enslaved the Hippidions... and when they were ‘’struck down by the Gods’’ as the donqyestador documents said, the slaves weren’t affected! Because they hadn’t done anything to anger the “Gods”! But the Hippidions... they continued as best as they could... keeping as much of the customs of their Masters as they could... Daring Do’s scholarly part of the brain had taken over, as the other parts were paralysed by fear... or other emotions, as the constant rubbing of limbs caused her loins to catch fire again.

Including, she thought as she was roughly thrown down on the altar-cum-preparation table, eating people!

“Oof!” Rainbow Dash grunted as she was dropped on the altar and her shirt ripped off by her captor.

“Oh sorry!” Twilight said as her skull-painted face was overtaken by worry.

“It’s okay, keep going, it’s great!” Rainbow Dash mumbled.

“Okay!” Twilight whispered and once again untied and retied her prisoner - Rainbow Dash had noted “AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!” on the possibility of being tied up during their sex game. This time she tied foreleg to hindleg on each side, almost down at the fetlocks, and splayed Rainbow Dash out, almost painfully.

“You can use... magic... y’know...” Rainbow Dash stage whispered.

“Mmf hkay,” Twilight said with rope between her teeth. “I wanna be a cavepony. Your savage captor.” As she moved, she got Rainbow Dash’s right hindleg between her own hindlegs, and rubbed against it.

“You’re a very horny savage,” Rainbow Dash snickered.

“You wouldn’t bucking believe!” Savage Twilight growled. “You got to cum you bad prisoner!”

“Have some sex then,” Rainbow Dash said. “C’mon and ravish me!” She tried to wriggle her hips.

“No, haveta prepare our juicy...” Twilight licked Rainbow Dash’s sweaty chest... “Plump...” she bit Rainbow Dash’s belly lightly... “Sweet... dinner....” she mumbled as she started to nibble Rainbow Dash’s teats and pussy, which was already pretty wet by itself.

“Are you having me raw?!” Rainbow Dash groaned as Twilight moved over her, then suddenly twirled around and sat down on her prisoner’s muzzle.

“I have to shut you up while I tenderize your best parts,” Twilight panted before she started eating her out.

Giving head wasn’t really Rainbow Dash’s specialty, and getting half-suffocated wasn’t a big turn-on despite her love of being in danger. On the other hand, she really wanted to give something back to Twilight Sparkle, and being immobilized and sexually stimulated was right up there among her top of fantasies.

She tried to do her best with her tongue and muzzle, but it was a bit difficult. Twilight kept rubbing herself so she couldn’t really keep up, with Twilight’s tail (tied up in some way near the base, with feathers and trinkets hanging from it) whipping her head. In addition, she wasn’t getting enough air as it was, snapping the few breaths she could when she should have moved her muzzle. Finally, unlike her Twilight was actually really good at this, and her eyes kept glazing over from horniness. It was hard serving others when being served.

Suddenly, she felt fresh air on her face, and a hoof lifted up Twilight’s butt from her face.

“Ease up, darling, you might suffocate her!” Rarity said. Her painted face looked down with concern at Rainbow Dash, whose muzzle was stained with sweat, tears and vaginal juices.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” she panted happily. “I’m almost... cumming... again!”

Rarity’s face changed to cruel and savage again.

“Oh we cannot have that, evil pastelcoat!” she snickered. “You’re supposed to be tortured!Step down, faithful warrior!”

Twilight climbed down, wiping vaginal juices and saliva off her muzzle.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be,” said Rarity and gave her a kiss with lots of tongue, “I loved watching you! But the kettle is getting hot - let’s prepare the main ingredient!”

How? Rainbow thought, suddenly nervous.

Exhausted, Daring Do lay sweating on the altar, her legs splayed out and tied up, her wings spread under her. Her main captors, the chieftain and the warrior, circled around the altar, swaying their hips to the drums that had begun again. She could see the shadows of the rest of the tribe move around her to the same rhythm.

“Do you ponies... always dance... when you cook?” she panted.

She didn’t get an answer, but the warrior took a jar from the ground and poured the contents over Daring, starting at her nether parts, dribbling upwards and emptying the last over her face.

“Oof, hey, my eyes... this is honey!” the explorer sputtered.

The warrior mare stopped and started spreading the honey over her belly and chest, then up in her face, rubbing her cheeks and muzzle, stopping to lick and kiss her.

“Can’t have your bitterness in the dish,” she said as she licked honey off her own muzzle, then kissed Daring again as her hooves moved downwards and started to rub the honey into her slit, her clit and her teats. Daring gasped as heat shot up her loins again. The Hippidion rose again, grinning, and swayed to the rhythm rearing on two legs. With one front hoof she sloppily rubbed in the honey on Daring Do’s upper body, with another she rubbed her own slit, obviously aroused by the act.

The chieftain, meanwhile, lifted several smaller jars. One by one she opened them, sniffed them, and then bit her prisoner. On the ear, on the cheek, on a leg, in the belly, in her clit... tasting her, then back to the jars. Finally satisfied, she settled for two of them, and went back to dancing around her dinner, now and then sprinkling Daring Do with her selected spices.

As a small cloud landed on the explorer’s muzzle, she sneezed.

“Aren't those spices a bit hot for a chocolate dish?” she gasped.

“Delicious!” the chieftain said, and purring as a big jungle cat she bit Daring Do on the muzzle. She stood up, swaying her hips.

“I call her face! I’m the chieftain!” she shouted out to the rest of the herd. She bowed down and whispered in Daring’s ear: “I can’t wait to eat your face!” She forced a kiss on the explorer, and when their tongues met, Daring bit her. She pulled back and for a second looked afraid, then laughed out loud and stood up again.

“I want her to be still alive when she is served!” she shouted. “I want... hey, what are you doing?”

The other warrior had been licking honey from Daring Do’s nether parts while working her own nether parts with what looked like a big ladle.

“Uhm...” she stood up blushing under her skull paint, “Too much honey on the pussysteak! Just... didn’t want to waste any of it!”

“Hm,” said the chieftain. “Let’s see.” She nibbled on said part of Daring Do’s body in a most frustrating way. “Needs more spices!”

She sprinkled a very small amount from a jar on the offending area and rubbed it in, as Daring Do shouted out. The chieftain then took another nibble.

“Better!” she said grinning. Then she bowed down to Daring Do, who was blushing deeply but had tears in her eyes. “Don’t you think so as well, dinner?”

“Be locked... in Tartaros!” Daring Do mumbled through clenched teeth.

The other warrior tasted the steak as well.

“Uhm, chief, I think she came again...” she said, licking her muzzle.

“You’re sure you okay, darling?” said Chieftain Rarity, bowing down over Rainbow Dash. Twilight the Savage stood on the other side and was equally worried.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Rainbow Dash babbled. “Hay that hurt! But...”

“You, erh, came,” said Twilight.

“I thought it wasn’t the pain, it was... nevermind, I’m fine!” Rainbow Dash said.

The drums started again and the two unicorns shifted their faces and postures to the roleplay.

“Wait, wait - RED!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

The safeword got the others back to their normal selves.

“Yes?” said Rarity.

“I’ll need to be untied or all my legs will fall off, I can feel that now,” Rainbow Dash said.

Two unicorns’ magic quickly removed the bonds.

“And y’know, in the story, I’m so weak now you don’t need to tie me up,” the pegasus said as she lay panting on the “altar”. “Thanks for padding this, by the way.” She knocked on the cloth-clad structure.

“Drink some water,” said Rarity and forced a bowl to her lips. “You too, Twilight dear. You’re losing a lot of fluids.”

Twilight blushed and took the bowl after Rainbow Dash.

“I’m sorry you haven’t got any... y’know, sex yet,” she said to Rarity. Rarity smiled.

“I get really horny just by this, don’t you worry,” she said. Both her sex partners blushed. “And I’m not really into pain at all, but being spit on and having my tongue bit... well, having such a strong submissive as you, darling, is soooooo sexy! It makes me feel strong!”

“Thanks,” said Rainbow Dash. “Erh, should we start again? Before the honey curdles in my coat or whatever?”

“Alright,” smiled Rarity. At a wave of energy from her horn, the drums started pounding.

“It’s time to stuff you, little morsel,” said the chieftain and looked at the worn-out prisoner as the other warrior rubbed honey and spices into her back and wings.

“Stuff... how... what?” Daring Do groaned, then she started to giggle. The areas under a pegasus’ wings are both ticklish and erogenous zones (the reason for the myth of the “wingboner”). The warrior rubbing her with honey and seasoning her seemed to know this, and took special delight in these areas.

“I see you will like it!” said the chieftain and plunked down a basket of fruit and berries next to Daring Do’s face. “Fruits taste well boiled inside a living wing-pony!”

She started pushing slices of fruit and berries into Daring Do’s face, almost faster than she could chew. Fruit juice dripped out and squirted over her chest, neck and face. She was about to protest, but pressure on her sides caused her to giggle and open her mouth, spilling mashed fruit over herself.

“Clumsy dinner!” the chieftain scowled, and then she ate the fruit off her. “Can’t you chew, you foal?”

She picked up a slice of fruit with her mouth.

“No, but - URGHL!” Daring Do was silenced when the chieftain pressed her muzzle against hers. She passed over half-chewed fruit and berries with a deep, heartfelt kiss, as her hooves rubbed all over the prisoner’s body. Daring Do found one of her hooves pressed close to the cannibal chieftain’s sex and as if in trance started to rub it clumsily.

Maybe if I do this well, these nymphomaniacs won’t kill me! she suddenly thought. She perked up and started answering the kiss at the same time as she vigorously started to seriously masturbate her captor.

The cannibal chieftain had to pause to moan, then she started to stuff her captive with fruit again. Her smoldering eyes looked into Daring Do’s and the explorer started to feel hopeful. Then the chieftain broke up, lifted her head and lick her muzzle.

“Start stuffing the other end,” she told the warrior, who rose from her rubbing Daring Do’s wings with a grin.

“As you command, oh big chief!” she said and started fiddling with something outside Daring Do’s field of vision.

“Hey, ‘my other end’, what -” she begun saying before she was silenced by a horny muzzle full of fruit.

As she was pulled back into being forcefed fruit by the cavemare she was masturbating (a sentence Daring Do had never even considered would one day be applied to her) she saw the other warrior come back into her line of sight. She held something very much like a... pumpkin baster for Hearts and Hooves day. Except the tip looked very much like a... stallion’s cock.

She tried to protest, but her mouth was full and the warrior left her field of vision. She could feel something being spurted into her sex and rubbed all over her groin, as hooves started to massage it.

“Ooh, what a nice pussy you have, pastelcoat!” the other cannibal cooed from down her side of the preparations. “I’m sure it will fit lots of stuffing!”

I always knew I would die in an outrageous way, thought Daring Do, but this takes the cake!

Rainbow Dash had used a dildo before, as well as some improvised implements when she was a filly. It was nice and all, even if just vaginal stimulation wasn’t enough for her just like for many mares.

Here she didn’t only have Twilight provide ample stimulation to the areas outside the pussy proper, there was also a special feeling with the “dildo” constantly spewing whatever fluid it was they were using, most likely cream. It was like having sex with some weird stallion that was constantly cumming, and it was strangely arousing.

How come Twilight’s so good at this? she thought as she kissed Rarity deeply. They had almost stopped pretending stuffing Rainbow Dash now. They were just having a makeout session while Rainbow rubbed Rarity’s pussy and Rarity’s fillyfriend was fucking Rainbow with the world’s weirdest dildo.

Did she learn all this by her reading, or did she and Rarity work out?

It was hard to think, because it was really working.

This is the best fuck ever, Rainbow Dash considered, and she’d had a few. I can never brag about it to anypony though or they will have me and my fuckbuddies committed somewhere!

She was about to have another orgasm and tried to hold back. It was unfair to the others, dammit.

Then she felt something else entering her pussy - not unpleasant, but it wasn’t the weird baster dildo.

She tore herself off from Rarity and looked up to see Twilight, tongue poking out from her mouth, carefully “sealing” her stuffed pussy with a peeled banana. Sure, almost all of the “stuffing” had of course poured out again and back on the cloth-covered fucktable, but it was the thought that counts.

“I think she’s full, big chief, so I thought I could join you before we put her in the pot,” Twilight said and smiled. “I think her other hoof also need some, uhm, cum seasoning.”

Both Rarity and Rainbow Dash laughed.

“No,” said Rainbow Dash. “The dinner needs more stuffing!”

“What?” said Twilight.

“I’ve got two holes down there,” she said.

“Your anus?” said Rarity. “Are you really sure, I mean...?”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “I know, it’s mostly something stallions think everypony will like, no prostate, yadda yadda. But that’s not it. It’s the humiliation!”

“You sure?” Twilight said, looking uneasy.

“If it’s okay with you, yeah,” Rainbow Dash said. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, Miss Egghead Cannibal. If anypony can make anal sex fun for a mare, it’s you.”

“O-okay,” said Twilight, bent down, and carefully began filling the device and rubbing Rainbow Dash’s ass.

Rainbow Dash pulled back her other lover.

“Come on, keep stuffing this end,” she whispered to Rarity. Rarity hesitated, but then she grinned and stuffed her face with berries again.

As their muzzles met, Rainbow Dash heard Twilight mumble something about “better shrink this”. There was a brief flash of purple magic, and right after that the pegasus felt something enter her ass. Oh it hurt, but she had been right, it was a good hurt. She groaned and leaned back, concentrating on helping Rarity having some fun and holding back that orgasm. It felt... disloyal to her friends and now lovers to grab all the pleasure.

It was a lost cause.

“Mmm, yesss...” said the cannibal chieftain as she rubbed Daring Do’s swollen belly. “Stuff the little bird, fill her all up...”

Against herself, Daring Do shuddered from an orgasm, tears in her eyes.

Damn it, I need to think straight or I’m done for! she thought as the warrior stuffing her ass pulled out the diabolical instrument of her pleasure and pain. Then the frowning cannibal poked in a second peeled banana in a second hole. Daring Do screamed into a muzzle filled with mashed fruit.

“She’s done, chief,” said the cannibal and stood up, sweat and other fluids having caused her skull warpaint to run.

“Mmm, good!” said the chieftain, her own warpaint equally mushed, and smiled. “Time to garnish the bird and get her in the pot!”

Exhausted, Daring barely resisted as she was tied with a simple rope holding her forelegs and wings down. Some vines from which hung berries and flowers were twirled around her body, limbs and neck, and her captors poked some sprigs of herbs and flowers in her mane.

Then they half walked, half carried her over to the big pot and dumped her in. She prepared herself to be scalded to death, but it turned out the broth wasn’t even simmering yet. It was more like a hot bath, in fact. As her head almost got under the surface the brown broth splashed up on her nose and muzzle. The taste and smell made it clear that it was, indeed, something very much like hot chocolate, and the fruit-stuffed and honey-drenched explorer was apparently a marshmallow.

The two chief cannibals looked at her and smiled impishly, while the rest of the herd gathered around the pot. Daring Do heard the drums shift melodies.

“Looks delicious!” said the warrior and licked her muzzle.

“Something’s missing...” said the chief, and shouted some orders. She was quickly given Daring Do’s pith helmet from the trophy place and wound a garland of flowers around the brim. Meanwhile, her second-in-command fetched the big ladle and started vigorously stirring the chocolate. The ladle found its way under Daring’s butt and legs, as if she wanted to prevent her from being stuck to the bottom. This was rather ridiculous as the pot wasn’t that hot yet. The cannibal was either overzealous or took pleasure in rubbing the ladle against the explorer’s banana-stuffed nether par, Daring Do thought as she moaned and drooled.

The chieftain, with a pleased sigh, got up and plopped down the helmet on Daring Do’s head.

“Look, much better!” she said and grinned. “Now we’ll just let you cook until tender, intruder!”

“You... don’t do this!” Daring Do shouted hoarsely. “Please...”

The chieftain clicked her tongue. “We can’t have you babbling and disturb us!”

“Easily fixed!” said the warrior and wedged a big red and green fruit - An unripe mango! Mmmf! - behind the explorer’s teeth.

Daring Do just grunted angrily.

“See! No disturbance!” said the warrior and smiled.

“No disturbance...” said the chieftain and kissed her.

Then she reared up and shouted: “Let’s have some dancing! Let’s celebrate our fine dinner!”

The herd took her up on her offer, wildly dancing around the pot, and Daring Do leaned back in despair.

This is it, Daring... boiled alive and then eaten alive, if their leader get what she wants, she thought glumly.

However, after a while she noted that while now and then a tribesmare would jump out of the whirling dance and taste the broth, poke her with a fork, pour broth over her with the ladle, dust her with more spices or similar things, nopony seemed to remember to stoke the fire. If anything, the chocolate was getting cooler. It was distinctly similar to a relaxing bath, in fact.

Not long after Daring Do had noted that, her hopes rising, the joyous dance turned first more lascivious, then into actual sex. With the leaders who had caught her the first to go, rutting mouth to sex on the grass right in front of the pot, the rest of the herd followed suit.

Well, that’s also a way to work up an appetite, she mused as she worked on freeing herself. It’s hard to tie up an ungulate if you leave their mouth free, and she easily chewed and spit out the fruit. Then, partially using her trusty hat, she carved off the vines and rope which held her and prepared to climb out of the pot. Before she did, and before she quickly slunk off between the herd made oblivious to their surroundings by high-quality rutting, she made a tough decision. She put her hat floating in the pot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come after you once I’ve got reinforcements!” she whispered, and then she slipped off into the jungle.

After an hour or so the chieftain got up to actually watch the dinner and, seeing the pith helmet floating on the surface, pouted.

“Aww, I wanted to eat the intruder alive!” she said. “Well, at least I can get a first taste...”

She started to root around the pot with the ladle, but found nothing. Her lover rose from the grass and rubbed her forehead.

“Did she melt?” she said, confused.

“No!” the chieftain shrieked. “She’s escaped! NOPONY escapes me! Summon the herd! We’ve got to catch her again!”

Meanwhile, a far distance away, Daring Do was almost ready to fly again. Unfortunately, she was surrounded by hungry bugs attracted to her sweet-smelling coat. “Oh damn! Seems this won’t be an easy journey... Well, at least I won’t need to eat for a couple of days...” She sighed and patted her over-full belly.

The three lovers were sitting by a nice stream in Whitetail Woods, the “chocolate pot” now heating water with the small magical heating unit under it (this time with no fake fire around it). The two unicorns were rubbing off chocolate and honey from Rainbow Dash, who tried to return the favour by wiping off their warpaint and Hippidion makeup.

“This, was awesome!” said Rainbow Dash. “It was the most corny thing I’ve done, but it was awesome.”

“You were wonderful yourself, darling,” said Rarity who blew her sweat-drenched mane out of her face.

“It would have been even cornier if I’d let Rarity make more decisions,” said Twilight, grinning as she telekinetically preened Rainbow Dash’s feathers. “She was going all Pinkie there a while...”

“Oh hush, I just found the subject of the fantasy a bit comical, so I treated it like that in the first script!” said Rarity and pouted.

“There would have been chef’s hats and cookbooks on pegasus cooking and menus with your name on it,” said Twilight and grinned more. “We were too civilized for stone age ponies anyway!”

“‘Sauteed Daring Do served alive in own sauce with stuffed genitals’,” Rarity intoned from an imaginary menu.

They laughed together.

“Y’know, what was up with the whole Hippidion thing?” said Rainbow Dash. “Not that I complain, but isn’t that a bit far-fetched?”

“Well, it was Twilight who insisted,” said Rarity and smiled, then got up to check the hot bathwater.

“You see, once we agreed to make this distress about ‘hostile natives’, and not Ahuizotl’s agents or something, I... well, I have problems not making things correct, see?” Twilight said. “That’s part of my fantasy, even if I must say it all started because of incorrect fantasies ponies had about non-ponies... So, we took a people that has been extinct for thousands of years and nopony really knows much about. Then we could make up a complete fantasy!”

“I don’t think they were cannibal chocolate-worshippers, though,” said Rainbow Dash and grinned. Twilight giggled and punched her telekinetically.

“But seriously,” Rainbow Dash said, “I hope you had as much fun as I did. Hay, I’ve never had so many orgasms before when having sex with somepony else, but I don’t know if any of you got to cum!”

“I did!” said Twilight happily.

“Strangely enough, I did as well,” said Rarity. “Strangely, because not only was this game made up from the fantasies of you two ponies, not mine, but when you’re dominant, it’s not uncommon you walk away from a session without orgasming.”

“It isn’t?” said Rainbow Dash.

“Not in the experience of us two,” said Rarity. “Not that all our little games are S&M, quite the opposite. But when they are, I’ve found that you have to spend a lot of attention on your submissive partner, and then it can be hard to get off yourself.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash. “Sorry!”

“Don’t be!” said Rarity and smiled warmly. “You get so much from making your sub happy. Besides, this time I really did get off! Not only are you a very sexy mare, Rainbow Dash, but I and my fillyfriend got to work together! That was wonderful!”

She hugged Twilight Sparkle, who hugged her back.

“Now, Rainbow Dash, I think you should have a hot bath and then a dip in the stream!” Twilight said and pointed to the pot.

“Oh no, I’m not going down into a boiling pot again even when asked by Equestria’s two sexiest cannibals!” said Rainbow Dash and grinned.

“What if we go down first?” said Rarity and grinned back. “The pot’s made for large family dinners... it will fit all of us.”

“Won’t it be cramped?” said Twilight and looked at the pot.

Rarity rubbed her muzzle against her.

“I’ve not had any after-sex snuggling with you two yet, darling,” she said.

“Okey, okey, I get your drift!” said Rainbow Dash. “But there’s one more thing before we get down and not dirty.”

“And what would that be?” said Rarity.

“Would any of you fillies like a banana?” said Rainbow Dash and spread her hind legs.

Many thanks to my proofreader, Lurks-No-More, and to Siansaar at deviantArt; he draw a short and crazy series called Cakes and Cannibals which inspired this.