The first thing that Daring Doo noticed when she opened her eyes was that it was dark. Very dark. Not a soul-crushing darkness, but still dark enough to make distinguishing anything in the grey soup around her difficult. Through the blackened haze, the archaeologist managed to catch the dim outlines of high stone walls boxing her in on all four sides. Underneath her, cold stone grated against her back.
Shuddering at the damp masonry under her, she shifted in place, trying to jimmy herself off of the stone slab. She stopped, however, when she felt a thick braid scrape against her hooves. Looking down, she could just make out the outline of a massive cord of rope snaking around her hooves, holding them in place.
“Ooh... not again,” she muttered through her teeth. Why did all of her archaeological expeditions always end with her tied down to some sacrificial altar or other? Was one dig that didn’t foist her into the middle of a secret Marezi plot to overthrow the world really too much to ask for? “How come this never happens to the other scientists that come along on these expeditions?”
It didn’t help her mood one bit that she was restrained in a rather compromising spread-eagle position. Sighing dejectedly, she mumbled, “At least I’m not afraid of the dark.”
“Oh, you should be, Miss Doo.”
The voice shot through the dark and resonated all around her, shaking her out of her daze and standing her fur up at rigid attention. "Who's there?" She flared her nostrils and tried to move into a fighting stance, only to have the rope holding her taught bite into her legs. Shifting her weight around experimentally, she felt the rough surface underneath "And where am I?"
The voice sounded again in a deep baritone. "So many questions, Miss Doo." Behind her, a shadow flicked out from the corner. "But I think that from now on, I will be asking the questions."
"Heh, yeah right. I can't even see you, how am I supposed to be scared of you?" She let out a cocky laugh. "Sorry Captain Invisible, but I'm no filly. I'm not scared of shadows anymore."
A shape, sleek and cat-like, crept from the murky shadows, its paws gliding noiselessly over the stone floor as it approached its prey, poised and ready to pounce like a lion hunting in the tall grass. "I can make you fear the shadows."
"Yeah, right. And I'm the golden dagger of Buckzhiikistan—"
A taloned arm shot out of the darkness with blinding speed, striking Daring heavily across the face. "You will not disrespect me, you whelp!" it screamed in rage. The sharp, sudden sting forced a thin whimper out of the mare as she grimaced in pain.
As soon as she did, however, she found the same paw that hit her only moments ago caressing the site of the strike with tender care. "Oh no, sorry sorry sorry! Are you alright? Please tell me you're alright." The menacing hum of the monster's voice quickly deteriorated into a mewling wail. "I'm sorry, I hit you too hard." The paw retreated, shedding light on a fresh welt forming under Daring's skin. "Oh, no! I think I see a bruise coming on! I'm so sorry."
"Wait—what?" The schizophrenic change in her mysterious captor's attitude blindsided her again, this time aiming straight at her confused brain. "Don't feel bad for me. Hit me again!"
The voice wavered. "A-are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure! Do it again!"
Diligently, if not hesitantly, the paw struck out again at Daring's other cheek, landing a softer but still forceful blow. The mare shivered in response. "Oh, yeah." Her wings tried to flutter, but found themselves pinned between their owner and the stone slab, the rough rock scraping against her feathers and sending jolts of sensation through her spine. "What are you gonna do to me now, you sick fiend?"
Returning to its previous demeanor, the monster cackled, "Nothing, my dear Daring, if you tell me the location of the Sapphire Rune of Shangri-La that you so rudely stole from my posession."
Living up to her namesake, the pegasus scoffed at the shadows that clung like spider webs around her. "Ha! As if some thing like you could even tap into the rune, much less wield the rune's true power. You'll have to torture me before I ever tell you where you where that jewel is."
The beast growled again, a sickening purr that rattled Daring's ribcage. "Oh, Miss Doo. Always the naive one. I'm not going to torture you." Dragging its razor-edged claws over the stone floor in a shrieking hiss, the creature slowly strode out of the shadows and into the sickly light of the room. An evil smile broke through its cracked lips as its powerful presence struck a look of unbridled terror into her captive's eyes.
"I'm going to ravish you."
An involuntary chill ran down Daring’s spine as she finally got a good look at her captor. She tried tugging at her restraints, but her feeble attempt only made the beast laugh harder. “Ahuizotl! Y-you’re supposed to be in a Mareuvian prison! I saw you get carted off by the authorities after they caught you trying to steal the priceless pearl of the Pegasi Pantheon!”
“No, you caught me trying to steal that pearl. You’re the one who shut the door to my cell after the mayor commissioned a statue in your honor for saving their precious little gem.” The cat-like captor bared his teeth as the memory of his past humiliation resurfaced. “Even if I were to disregard that little debacle, there’s still the matter of your foiling my attempt to find the crystal caverns of Calcutta.”
Daring blushed. “Oh... yeah.”
“And the Gold of Grendel’s Gorge.”
“Good times, good times.”
“And the diamonds from the Diamond Dog’s Depths of Despair.”
“Now don’t go blaming that on me, it was all that portly weasel General Uzimbabwa’s fault.” No sooner had she spoken than she found a sharpened talon being jabbed into her chest.
“I don’t care if it was your fault or the stupid General’s. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side for far too long, and now that I have you where you can’t fight back, I’m going to do anything I want, everything I want, with you to make up for it.”
Daring cringed as the sharp claw prodded her. “You’re starting to sound like a perverted old codger, Ozzy.”
The talon gently traced a path up the mare’s chest, before slicing down into her skin, drawing a thin streak of blood. “Do not call me that disgusting mockery of a name. You will call me master, and as of now, you will be my slave.”
“Yeah, not gonna happen, Ozzy.”
The predator dragged its razors against her chest once more, staining her fur with a second stream of blood. Daring winced at the claw’s cold bite. “Ow—ow! Quit it, you furball!” The “furball” only pressed down harder on her with its padded spikes. “Gaah, alright, alright. You win! Stop it, Ahuizotl.”
The pain continued. Wheezing, she spat, “Geez, you’re a sick freak. Please stop it, master.” Mercifully, the monster finally released his hold on her, leaving two thin lines of red trailing down her coat.
“There we go now, wasn't that easy? I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I? I’m sorry.” Daring’s nose scrunched up in surprise at Ahuizotl’s genuinely motherly tone. “I have bandages over in the corner there, I could go patch you up if you needed it.”
“No, stop doing that!” Daring’s exasperated reply was only amplified by the burning in her bosom. “Keep going, you were doing so good!”
Ahuizotl’s beady eyes shot wide open. “Oh—right!” He hastily plastered a wicked smirk on his face as he tried to salvage the momentum that had been so violently trainwrecked. “Uh—yeah. I’m your master. And I’m going to ravish you.” Some of the gusto returned to his voice as he reaffirmed himself. “Yeah, I’m going to ravish you.”
To drive his point home he leered over Daring menacingly before leaning over and planting a quick line of kisses on her chest. The mare gasped as the fluttering feel of the monster’s lips against her mingled with the stinging sensation, the heat from one mingling with the heat from the other.
Daring let out a muffled whine. “Y-you fiend.”
Ahuizotl merely laughed as he eyed his prey menacingly. “Ha! You’re enjoying yourself already, can you not smell it in the air?” Indeed, as Daring cocked her head and took a whiff of the stale, musty air, she detected the strong odor of arousal emanating from somewhere in the room.
Please don’t let it be me, please don’t let it be me, her mind murmured as she strained against the bonds and rubbed her hind legs together. Sure enough, a thin, sticky layer of wetness coated the insides of her thighs, seeping down onto the stone altar. Oh, great. Now I’m attracted to ancient cat-monsters. Won’t Momma be proud.
Her self-chastising rant was cut off as a sudden jolt shot through her body, and the feeling of something cold and padded worked its way up her leg in a slow, agonizing wave. “Deny it all you want Daring, but you’re going to enjoy this just as much as I am.” Leaning in close, Ahuizotl added, “And I’m going to enjoy this very much.”
Daring screwed her eyes shut as tight as they would go and shirked away from the beast. “Don’t do this, please.”
Suddenly, Ahuizotl shied away from his conquest, noticeably cringing. “Oh, alright. If you don’t want to, I’m sure we could find something else to do.” His tail snaked behind the mare, reaching for the ropes that held her. “Here, let me get those ropes—”
“No!” Daring’s shout of objection caught the monster off-guard, and he instinctively jerked up, yanking on the cords as he did. The mare’s eyes went wide and she let out a squeal as the ropes bit into her hocks and pulled her legs taut against the stone slab underneath her.
“Oh, no no no no!” Ahuizotl’s face registered shocked guilt as he dropped the ropes and rushed to massage his captive’s rope-burned legs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was nervous, and then you yelled, and I got scared—please don’t hate me forever!”
The archeologist rolled her eyes and jerked her legs in a feeble attempt to free herself from the monster’s grasp. “What—quit doing that!” Locking eyes with the monster, she nodded at the discarded ropes. “Pick those back up and pull harder!”
Ahuizotl reeled as if she had been struck. "B-ut I thought it was hurting you."
"It was a good hurt, now pick those ropes up you big sissy." The monster tucked its tail between its legs and hung its head in defeat as it shuffled over to the rope. "Good. Now pull." Ahuizotl gave a feeble tug on the ropes, barely enough to register on the reddened skin showing through her fur. "Oh for Pete's sake, harder!"
intimidated by the mare's forcefulness, the beast gave a sharp, quick tug. The ropes groaned in response, as did the archaeologist as she writhed under the braid's tight embrace. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep pulling!” Her wings finally wriggled their way out from under her, rising with each tug on the ropes.
Noticing her wings on display, Daring smirked and grinded her wings against the rough stone. “Ooh, that looks painful,” the cat-creature muttered. “Um, do you want me to help you with your wings? I don’t think that scratching them against the stone is very good for them—”
“Yeah—do that!” Daring’s shout made Ahuizotl cringe again, but he wearily complied, moving his hands up her body and awkwardly stroking her ruffled feathers like he was petting a dog. Only after receiving a lustful (but mostly angry) stare from Daring did he dare try and do more, parting the individual feathers between his fingers and tugging them gently.
The feel of her most sensitive parts being pulled and stretched made Daring’s face screw up in blissful agony. Weak moans escaped her lips as she writhed helplessly under her captor’s touch, bucking her hips instinctively while she struggled uselessly against her bonds.
“I-is that okay? I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?” Ahuizotl’s timid mumble broke his captor out of her pleasure-induced stupor.
“No—ah—keep doing that!” she breathed. “A-and use your tail—stick it in my p-pussy.” The cat-creature flinched at Daring’s foul language, but wordlessly snaked his tail over her immobilized form to the spot between her legs.
As Ahuizotl used his tail’s hand to feel his way around, he let out a small gasp at the sheer amount of fluid that she had secreted. A small puddle had begun to form on the slab under her nethers and dripped onto the floor below. “Goodness,” he breathed. “You’re leaking.”
“Darn right I am,” Daring grunted. “Now hurry up and do something about it.”
“Oh, right!” Spurred into motion, Ahuizotl wasted no time parting the nether lips of the mare below him and slipping his tail’s hand into her folds. Daring sighed as the monster ran its hand over her inner walls, pinpointing each nerve ending before overloading it with a quick, hard poke.
Daring’s hips jerked and twitched under the beast’s touch, futilely fidgeting against her restraints. Her pleasure only escalated when Ahuizotl started pulling at her primary feathers, capturing them between a claw before jerking at them in time to his hand’s thrusts. Each synchronized push was accompanied by a frantic whinney, ratcheting up in intensity as the big moment neared.
“Y-yeah, harder! Harder!” Daring practically screamed. The ropes dug out jagged red marks on her fur as she squirmed, but her mind was too busy drowning in its own hormones to notice. Her chest heaved up and down erratically as Ahuizotl continued his assault, thrusting his whole hand into Daring’s willing marehood to her shouts of pure ecstasy.
Suddenly, Daring’s entire body seized up. “Oz—I-I’m gonna cum.” Her eyes opened wide with shock. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Each wail was punctuated by another maddening spasm of her wings, the only part of her body that wasn’t tied down to the stone altar.
Ahuizotl, too worried to keep his own eyes open, just turned his head away and doubled his efforts, yanking on Daring’s wings and forcing his tail into her with extra vigor.
“I’m gonna—gonn—c-cu—” Daring’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she jerked wildly about, helpless to stop the tsunami of orgasm that swelled up inside of her. With one final ear-splitting scream, the tidal wave overwhelmed her, tossing her body about as a thin stream of juice shot from her lips and onto the beast’s tail. Her head flailed about and her wings flapped crazily in pure, feral exhilaration as she writhed violently against the ropes that held her.
Seeing his captive writhing under him in throes of carnal bliss, he slowed his strokes in time with her spasms, pinching her feathers lightly between his talons until the clenching and shaking finally dissipated. Satisfied, Daring made use of Ahuizotl’s claws still tugging on her wings and made one last flap to finalize the fantastic orgasm.
Unfortunately for her, her wings twitched at the exact same time that Ahuizotl tugged on the feather in his grasp. With a sharp, sick pop, the large cyan feather ripped right off the wing and sent a jolt of pain through Daring’s frame.
“Ow—Ow!” The mare’s yelp of pain—real pain, not just a lust-lined ache—made every hair on her body stand at rigid attention. Turning her gaze from Ahuizotl (who was just standing there, staring at the yanked feather dumbly) to her injured wing, she spotted a thin stream of blood spilling down her feathers and onto the floor. Through the cloud of pain, her days of studying wing anatomy at flight school kicked in. Must've been one of my primary feathers. Oh man, that's gonna hurt really badly tomorrow.
Another bolt of agony shot through her, reminding her that it was still hurting now. "Owie-owie-owie!" She grimaced. "I gotta stop—chocolate malt, chocolate malt!"
No sooner had the safe word left her mouth than Fluttershy ripped the Ahuizotl mask off her face and flew to her side in a blur of pink and yellow, tearing away the ropes with surprising strength. Finally free, Rainbow Dash folded her wing over her and pressed it tight against her chest, applying pressure to the wound.
"Oh goodness, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Fluttershy was beside herself as she stared in horror at the blood marring her fillyfriend's coat. "I didn't mean to—I was just doing what you asked me to—I'm sorry!" Tears welled in her panic-filled eyes. "What can I do to help?"
Grimacing through the pain, Dash grunted, "Y-you still got those bandages you mentioned earlier?"
"Oh, yes! Of course." The timid pegasus snapped into motherly mode, scuttling around in a flurry as she swiped up the bandages and wrapped Rainbow's wing. "This will stop the bleeding, but it still might hurt... a lot." She winced heavily, retreating behind her thick mane to hide her shame.
"Heh, don't I know it." Dash punctuated her point by flexing her injured wing. "Ow, ow. Okay, maybe I shouldn't do that." With a groan, she propped herself right side up on the bed and started to wriggle her way out of the Daring Doo costume she wore. "Whew, that was intense. I mean, up until the whole feather thing—but up until that, it was awesome. You were pretty good at role playing, for it being your first time."
Fluttershy fluttered over to her partner and helped her out of the fake archaeologist's suit. "Thank you. Again, I'm sorry about hurting you. Maybe we should just take it easy for a while, and not do anything... extreme." She shuddered as she caught a glimpse of the still-menacing Ahuizotl mask sitting on the floor.
"Nah," Dash replied, casually waving off her friend's suggestion. "The feather will grow back before you know it, and by the time it does I'm sure I'll have thought of something even more awesome to try!" Noticing her fillyfriend flinch at her shout, Dash did her best to backpeddle. "I mean—if you want to, that is."
Peeling the somewhat-sticky costume off of her partner and tossing it limply to the floor, Fluttershy leaned over and settled herself into Dash's shoulder with a content sigh. "For you, Dashie, I'd love to." Rainbow was in the midst of a victorious hoof-thrust when Fluttershy added, "As long as we take it slow."
Dash's celebratory smirk melted into a warm smile.
"Yeah... I think that can be arranged."
Edited by Maskedferret.
