Twisting her arms, attempting to kick her legs, flexing her wings - there wasn’t anything Daring Do could do to loosen her bonds. Thick lengths of rope secured each of her limbs, ensuring she couldn’t escape, and a gag muzzling her prevented her from calling out for help. She’d been in a few sticky situations over the years, several of which being the fault of the nefarious Dr. Caballeron, yet her current predicament was by far one of the worst - not just because of how meticulously it had been enacted, but because of whom had put her in it.
Hearing the sound of approaching footfalls, she lifted her gaze and scowled. The prismatic mane and tail, the ruby eyes, and the cerulean coat of her captor, a pony she’d once called a friend, were as unique as they were unmistakable. As she renewed her efforts to break free, her host slowly approached and clapped her hands.
“Gotta hand it to ya, Daring, you look pretty good like this,” Dash chuckled, earning herself a muffled grunt from her prisoner. “What’s that? Did you want to say something?”
Again, Daring cursed and continued fruitlessly trying to loosen the rope tying her in place. With her legs pulled apart and arms pulled over her head, there wasn’t much she could do - nevertheless, she wasn’t about to give in. Watching the pegasus draw nearer and condescendingly hold a hand to her ear, she grimaced.
Dash’s question was absurd. How in the world was she supposed to say anything with a piece of cloth wrapped around her snout?! She snorted in response and tensed, keeping her fingers crossed that the pegasus would get the hint, though her plan backfired instantly. Casually reaching out and grabbing her boobs, Dash’s smile broadened.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” Dash breathed, tenderly squeezing the adventurer’s breasts.
Daring winced slightly, though not from pain. She’d known that Dash was a fan of hers for ages, having found out that the Element of Loyalty looked at her like an icon years prior, so it wasn’t that shocking that the Wonderbolt’s interests in her involved a hint of passion. Twisting her shoulders from side to side, she growled through the length of fabric.
Dash ignored her struggling, rubbing her and touching her in ways that only a lover would. A caress here, an affectionate touch there, a sensual hum in her ear - her captor did them all without shame. As a hand glided around her midsection and to her lower back, she turned her head and noticed the woman walking behind her.
“And that ass,” Dash chortled, smacking her tush and causing her to yelp. “Even if you could do a little more to sculpt that behind of yours, maybe doing some squats, I think it’s just perfect - in fact…”
Going rigid, Daring was powerless to stop her tormentor’s hand from sliding down the back of her shorts and to her rear. She’d dealt with fanatical devotees a few times before, but none of those occasions had involved her being trussed up and unable to defend herself. Squirming and rocking her hips from side to side, her defiance eventually bore fruit.
“I’m sorry,” Dash sighed, withdrawing her hand and trotting around to face her, “you probably have so much you’d like to say!” Slipping her hands behind the adventurer’s head, she fiddled with the gag’s knot. “Here, let me help with that.”
“Screw you, Dash,” she spat as the cloth was pulled free. “I thought we were friends.”
“We were friends,” Dash countered, dropping the fabric to the ground, “but a lot has changed over the years ~ hasn’t it?”
Scrunching her snout and refusing to reply, not wishing to give the smug Wonderbolt any inspiration, she looked away and set her jaw. There weren’t many, if any, ponies in Equestria that she trusted more than Dash, although that trust was what had gotten her into this whole mess. She kept her eyes on the ground and fell still, considering her options and mutely wondering what wickedness her former companion had in store for her.
“What was that other thing you just said?” Dash quipped.
“Screw you,” Daring seethed, leering over at the flier.
With a menacing grin splitting her muzzle, Dash leaned in. “You know, you could have just asked me to do that from the get-go! You wouldn’t be the first and you definitely won’t be the last mare who’s wanted a piece of this,” she tittered, waving a hand down at herself. “But first, let me see what you’re working with…”
“What I’m…” she fell silent as the supposed hero pulled a small folding knife out of her pocket.
Her heart began to race, sweat beaded her brow, and her mouth went dry, as Dash brought the blade to her collar. If she’d had any idea what she’d been in for, she would have gone out that morning with her trusty whip and some of her equipment - alas, the only things she had on her were her blouse, shorts, and undergarments. Clamping her eyes shut and turning her head away, all she could do was listen as the seam of her shirt was sliced open.
“This will just take a second,” Dash noted, paying her little heed.
Piece by piece, her attire was surgically removed from her frame. It would have been bad enough to be undressed while completely unable to defend herself, but the slow, careful manner with which her clothing was cut off of her was extremely depraved. Though the process couldn’t have taken more than a handful of minutes, she felt like it took a small eternity before Dash finished the perverse endeavor.
Glancing down at herself, seeing the vivid pink of her nipples against the gold of her coat, she shifted her focus over to the amused pegasus. “I hope you’re happy now…”
“Oh I am definitely happy,” Dash hummed, closing and tossing the knife over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, Daring!”
“I’m not!” she bleated. “It’s just cold in here!”
Lifting an arm and grabbing the collar of her t-shirt, Dash started pulling the piece of clothing up and over her head. “That’s ok, because things are going to heat up very, very shortly.”
Daring’s eyes widened as the young woman nonchalantly started to strip. While she’d been given no choice in being naked, Dash, as with most things in her life, made a spectacle of herself. Dancing around the room while she took off and threw her clothes off to a corner, the staggeringly cheerful mare acted like she hadn’t just strung her up and left her buck naked. Tracking the athlete with her eyes, she remained deathly silent.
“You’re loving this view ~ aren’t you?” Dash mused, bending over and drawing her panties down her legs.
Though she wasn’t about to admit it, the sight of Dash’s toned ass, muscular thighs, and bare back was pretty hot - hotter than it should have been under the circumstances. Glancing over her shoulder at her, after she’d kicked her underwear away, the Wonderbolt ran her hands up the back of her legs and prized her buns apart. Though she shouldn’t have been shocked, given the scandalous turn things had taken, seeing the young mare’s glistening snatch sent a thrilled shiver up her spine.
In the blink of an eye, Dash straightened up, faced her, and pinched the bridge of her snout. “Daring, I don’t know what I was thinking - I mean, getting you here, tying you up, and taking off all your clothes! What in the world was I thinking?!”
Daring opened her mouth to reply but quickly closed it and pursed her lips. This was a trap, it had to be, though she’d be darned if she could say what the pegasus had up her nonexistent sleeve. As Dash strutted over to her, swaying her hips and brazenly flaunting her body, she swallowed hard.
“Here I am doing whatever I want without thinking about your needs,” Dash purred, pressing her breasts against her captive’s tits. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable.”
Flinching when the mare rested a hand on her hip, she steeled herself. Being stripped down and immobilized should have been a dead giveaway for what she was in for, especially after Dash’s comment about things heating up, though she was still stunned when her host shied away, leaned in, and kissed her nipple. A bolt of pleasure surged through her, forcing her to bite her lip to stifle herself.
Dash looked up at her and gave the sensitive bud of flesh a gentle nibble. “You can be as loud as you want - trust me, nobody’s gonna hear you.”
“You don’t - Aaahn,” she whimpered as the Wonderbolt delicately twisted and tugged on her nipples.
The burlesque show had been arousing, yet it had only been a prelude to her real torment. Her breasts were suckled and lovingly fondled, fingers wandered down her side and to her tush, and Dash’s breath felt hot upon her skin, wearing away at her resolve and making it harder and harder to concentrate. It was no secret that she’d always had a sexual preference for mares, ever since she was a teenager, and the athletic pegasus had the sort of body she dreamed about.
Steadily kissing her way downward, Dash lazily sank into a deep squat. “I bet you’re sopping wet…”
“Shut up,” she hissed.
“Oh yeah,” Dash giggled, wetting her fingers with Daring’s juices. “It’s like you sprung a leak down here - then again, there are mares who’d kill to be in your position.”
Daring wanted to reply, to tell the pegasus off, but the most she could manage was a hushed groan as the woman rubbed her loins. Like herself, Dash was as gay as they come, probably never having thought about bedding a stallion, which meant she was in trouble - big, big trouble. She’d always said that only a mare could really get a mare off, since they knew all the most sensitive areas and what felt best, but she wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of things - at least not like this!
Running her fingers between the adventurer’s lower lips, Dash teased her guest’s clit. “Poor little thing. How long has it been since somebody showed you any love?”
Refusing to answer, Daring clamped her eyes shut and ground her teeth together. She may have been helpless, but she wasn’t about to give Dash the slightest bit of gratification. Trying to think of something - anything to distract her from the gradually mounting bliss, she fidgeted and fought to keep herself calm. If she could hold out for long enough, there was a chance that she’d be able to get free and get the heck out of there - she hoped.
As seconds dragged into minutes, the onslaught of pleasure grew stronger and stronger. A tremor crept into her thighs, her wings twitched, her womanhood grew wetter and wetter as her body betrayed her. She had no reason to be getting aroused by the lecherous torment, yet her mind grew clouded by lust all the same. Maybe it was because she was so used to being on top of things, or perhaps it was due to her attraction to Dash - regardless of the exact cause, it became increasingly difficult not to yield to her impulses.
“Huh…” Dash grunted as her motions slowed. “You’re one tough cookie, I’ll give you that, but…”
Cracking one eye open, Daring peeked down at the woman. “But…?”
“But I know just how to fix that,” Dash purred.
Dipping her head and shuffling forward, Dash buried her muzzle between her thighs. Being groped had made it difficult to stay quiet, yet the sensation of a tongue against the bare flesh of her bare nethers made it impossible. Gasping and reflexively bucking her hips, unable to control herself, she ground her womanhood against the Wonderbolt’s face.
“Now we’re talking!” Dash exclaimed, reclining slightly. “You want me to keep going?”
A stubborn part of Daring wanted to say no, yet another, far more indecent part of her yearned to say yes. In spite of her lack of control, or possibly because of it, a pitched war took place in her mind; on one side lay her common sense and her defiance, while the other was composed of her perversions and amorous desires. In the end, ultimately refusing to say a thing, she turned her nose up and looked away.
“That’s fine,” Dash glibly noted. “Since you didn’t tell me to stop, I guess I’ll just…”
Daring’s eyelids fluttered when the mare lipped and nursed on her clit. She, like most mares, had a number of weak points, but Dash had struck upon the most vulnerable of them all. With her hooves curling and the breath hitching in her throat, she thrust into the pegasus’ face. It was at that moment, beleaguered by rapture, that she came to a startling realization - no matter what she did, Dash was only going to stop when she wanted to.
She tried - sweet, merciful Celestia, how she tried to control herself, but it was no use. Each lap of the Wonderbolt’s exquisitely skilled tongue wrought havoc upon her. To say being eaten out by Dash felt good would be an understatement of titanic proportions - heck, any other mare who’d gone down on her would kill for the oral prowess of the flier, and she was left to impotently endure it. Inching closer and closer to her limit, struggling not to enjoy herself, she gasped when a slender digit slipped into her depths.
The two-pronged attack of having her clit sucked and her g-spot rubbed sundered her resolve and threatened to break her entirely - still, she was somehow able to find the fortitude to hold herself back. She was Daring Do - the Daring Do, and she wasn’t about to unceremoniously climax at the hands of some nubile pegasus! Knitting her brow, she forced herself to glower down at her captor.
After contentedly humming into her cunt, Dash withdrew and licked her lips. “Don’t give me that look. I know you’re loving this…”
Daring was given no time to respond as Dash dived back in and set upon her with renewed vigor. She wanted to be upset, though her indignation was drowned by immense pleasure the Wonderbolt delivered. Trembling like a leaf, she was driven to the very cusp of a climax before her captor relented.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Dash murmured. Straightening up and grabbing her wrist, she started untying the rope securing her left arm. “If you really don’t want to be here, I won’t keep you.”
Of all the things Dash could have said or done, Daring would never have guessed that the flier would spontaneously release her. As her arms fell to her sides, she stared down blankly at her hands while her legs were freed. She could have - should have fled, yet she was too stupefied to budge - that and she’d been seconds from cumming when her torment had come to its abrupt end.
Leaving her where she stood, Dash walked over and lifted a small box from the corner. “It’s a shame you’re gonna leave, because I was gonna give this bad boy a whirl on you…”
Daring’s jaw went slack as the woman opened the little chest and revealed a strap-on. Most of her experience between the sheets didn’t involve penetrative sex, but she’d be lying if she said the idea of being bent over and railed by a hot mare like Dash didn’t get her fires going. Imagining how incredible it would be to get plowed by her kidnapper, she sensed her depths clench in anticipation.
“If you want it,” Dash cooed, broadening her stance and invitingly patting her crotch, “how about you give me a kiss and warm me up…”
There was a point at which anyone, be they stallion or mare, broke under the crushing weight of her lust - for Daring, this was that moment. Falling to her knees and grabbing Dash’s thighs, she frantically feasted upon the woman’s pussy. The scent musk and flavor of arousal were the icing on the debaucherous cake, fanning the flames of her passion into a roaring inferno.
If there was one thing she loved more than being eaten out, it was eating out a mare - especially if the mare was one as attractive and tomboyish as Dash. She was normally a top, the one keeping her partners on the edge, yet the role-reversal she was subjected to was electrifying. Shuffling forward on her knees, she peered up at the pegasus and groaned.
“There’s a good filly,” Dash sighed, rolling her hips forward and back. “If you do a good enough job, I’ll give you what you really want.”
Letting her actions speak for her, Daring began to move. To Tartarus with it - having a passionate fling with Dash definitely wasn’t the worst thing in the world, even if she’d been ruthlessly teased and tied up beforehand - plus it wasn’t like anyone would ever know what was happening. On the slim chance that the Wonderbolt did end up running her mouth or bragging about what they’d done, she could always deny it.
Despite the peculiar circumstances, she ravished her host. The taste of sweat and nectar bathed her palate, her sinuses were filled with the athlete’s heady bouquet, and the sensation of taut, silken depths around her tongue drove her wild. This was what she’d wanted, though she hadn’t had the gall to say it, and so she savored the moment with everything she had.
She would have been happy to stay where she was until she’d earned a baptism of climactic juices over her face - regrettably, it wasn’t meant to be. No sooner did she reach down to rub herself, acting purely on instinct, than Dash leapt back and away from her. The move was so sudden and jarring that it put her at a loss for words, though the pegasus wasn’t done with her - not by a long shot.
“Ah ah -” Dash tutted, wagging a finger, “no touching. The only way you’re going to cum is by having me fuck you.”
Watching the woman step into the strap-on harness and pull it up her legs, Daring gulped. She wasn’t one to beg under any circumstances, be they in the bedroom or in some long-forgotten temple at the hands of her arch nemesis, and she wasn’t about to start now - that being said, she wasn’t above a slightly more subtle approach. Falling forward and onto her hands, she shuffled around and leveled her backside at the Wonderbolt.
Dash quickly secured the device to her groin and playfully stroked the molded silicone length over her crotch. “Oh yeah - I know a needy bitch when I see one, and you are definitely wanting this…”
Daring averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks darken while a bead of arousal crept down her inner thigh. Keeping her eyes lowered, she pressed her breasts to the ground, arched her back, and spread her legs. The position she assumed was one of universal submission, not unlike an animal preparing to be bred, but she was too horny to care. Her pussy ached, her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and she was desperate for some relief.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” Dash chirped, sauntering over to her without a care in the world. “I may have gotten a friend of mine to enchant this little toy for me,” she continued, kneeling down behind her. “Do you know what it does?”
Shaking her head and glancing back, Daring eyed the dildo. It didn’t look particularly unique, modeled after a stallion’s endowment, but that didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. Considering one of Dash’s friends was an alicorn supremely gifted with spellcraft, the strap-on could be capable of anything.
Inching closer and kissing the blunt tip of silicone to her entrance, Dash spit on the toy’s shaft. “It means that I’m gonna feel everything you do. Deep breath…”
“Oh buck,” Daring quietly groaned as she was penetrated.
It may have been her imagination, but she could swear the dildo felt far better than any ordinary sex-toy. While the dong wasn’t overly large or fancy, the way it stretched her open and caressed her interior made her hair stand on end in the best of ways. Steadying herself and trying to keep her voice down, she reflexively squealed in delight when the thick medial ring ground over her g-spot.
“There you go,” Dash reassuringly stated, draping herself over her back. “You want me to start moving?”
Peeking over her shoulder and meeting the mare’s ruby eyes, she gave a slight nod. “Y…yes…”
“You’re gonna have to speak up,” Dash urged, remaining motionless. “Unless you tell me what you want, I might have to -”
“Fuck me,” Daring blared. “Plow me until I can’t stand straight.”
As she beamed down at her, Dash clutched her hips. “Now we’re talkin’!”
And with those words, they got down to business. Dash started slowly enough, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion, though she gradually picked up speed. Relishing the sense of fullness and the heavy breaths of the mare rutting her, she lurched forward and grunted with every thrust. She had no way of knowing who the intrepid mare was who’d first affixed a dildo to a harness, but she mutely thanked them for such a miraculous invention.
It was a bit crazy to wrap her head around, but knowing Dash was experiencing her pleasure elevated the experience and compounded her pleasure. Like an ouroboros of bliss, the Wonderbolt’s enthusiasm fueled her rapture - which in turn thrilled the Wonderbolt. Pushing herself up slightly, she threw her ass back to meet her captor’s plunges.
The pair moved in tune with one another, slamming their bodies together while they increased their pace. Had someone walked in on them, it would have been easy to assume they were lovers in the throes of passion. Sweat beaded on their bodies, the air grew thick with the sound of their groans and whimpers, and any animosity between all but disappeared. For all their differences, they had a great deal in common.
On and on they went, seemingly without end. Daring couldn’t be entirely sure about what was going through Dash’s head, but the only reason she hadn’t cum yet was through sheer willpower alone - yeah, they may have been feeling the same thing, but to climax would be to yield. Glancing back, she flapped her wings.
“Harder,” she huffed.
Giving her rump a smack, Dash straightened up. “You got it!”
Losing themselves to the heated exchange, the pair flew into a frenzy. The Plap Plap Plap created a drumbeat for the symphony of their mewling. Neither spoke, save for the occasional heated remark, until they reached their crescendo in perfect unison. Throwing their heads back, both Daring and Dash screamed in ecstasy as they climaxed in tandem.
Orgasmic nectar gushed from their spasming pussies, painting the ground and their legs in sweltering essence, while their voices rang to the heavens. It was the perfect ending for such an obscene evening, though the night was far from over. Draping herself over Daring’s back, Dash fell to her side and dragged the adventurer along with her.
“S…sweet Celestia -” Dash wheezed, “that was awesome.”
Panting and trying to catch her breath, Daring threw a hand back and rubbed Dash’s flank. “Y…you could say that again…”
Dash leaned in, pecked her cheek, and gave a playful, halfhearted thrust. “So was it as fun for you as it was for me, babe?”
Unable to keep herself from smiling, Daring turned and met her lover’s gaze. “It was, but I’m gonna be the one tying you up next time.”
Staring into each other’s eyes, they locked lips and deeply kissed. The entire thing had been Dash’s idea, some fantasy inspired from a steamy fanfiction she’d read at some point, and she’d been happy enough to play along. There wasn’t much they wouldn’t do for one another, either in public or in private, and the bond they shared made both their lives all the more worthwhile - still, she would only let this stand for so long. She had sinful machinations of her own, and she couldn’t wait to turn the tables on her mate…
