Daring Do and Rainbow Dash and the Trials of Temptation

Chapter 4

The forest was silent, save for the heavy hooffalls of the lonely pony running over the soft ground, snapping twigs and ruffling leaves as she went. Rainbow Dash ran, the droplets of rain slapping against her face and the wind rushing through her mane, not making a sound. She dare not look back, too afraid of what she was leaving behind to even consider returning, though she knew her inaction had doomed her companion.

She tripped on a misjudged rock, and her face hit the ground with enough force to cause her to cry out in pain - something even the attack that had shattered her wing and left it tattered and useless at her side had failed to do. The adventure was over, the adventurers were finished. Her tears joined the raindrops as she thought of all the places and people she would never see again, and everything began to go dark.

In one last act of defiance, she raised her head to curse the heavens themselves, her cry echoing out across the chaotic, yet silent, night. Then there was nothing.

Dash awoke with a start, jumping out of bed and landing prone, breathing heavily as the adrenaline coursed around her body. Just a dream, she whispered, just a dream. Not real. It was a new dream, but just a variation on an old one. Her nightmares were always the same, below the surface - failure. Very little scared the brash, blue pony, very little could cause her to wake in a cold sweat quite like that. Just a dream.

Calming herself, Dash stared out of the window, watching as the sun pierced over the distant mountaintops and started a fresh day. Rainbow Dash liked this time of morning, nopony else was up and about yet, save for her and some of the other members of the weather team - but they stuck to their areas. This was the time when Dash felt comfortable pushing herself, when nobody could see her screw up, and she could pretend it hadn't happened. This was the time she made the most progress.

The time she could admit to herself the hopes and dreams she wasn't sure could ever be fulfilled. Everypony knew she'd get into the Wonderbolts one day, as soon as she was old enough. She liked to imagine they already had the costume ready for her, just waiting for her to pull it on. Other dreams were less certain. Other dreams she couldn't just rely on herself, and her skills, she needed others too.

Other dreams that were kept stalled because that stupid, gorgeous librarian couldn't see past her studies. Kept stationary because some ponies have no trouble accepting Dash as both one of the best fliers in Equestria, and yet also somepony who crashes through her window several times a month. Some dreams remained unmoving because it was easier to do a Sonic Rainboom than it was to say three simple words.

Some, lesser, dreams lay dormant because Dash was too busy scaring herself over what-ifs to pick up a quill and write. Those dreams were important too.

"Dash, why are you looking at me like that?" asked Daring Do after several seconds of watching Dash, paralysed by emotion, as she stared. "You okay? Door's over there, we really aught to get going before this place gets flooded!"

As if her words carried weight she couldn't understand, the slow trickle chose that moment to explode outwards, splashing both mares with thick, sticky, warm pudding. Daring Do didn't know what it was, but she saw what it did to Dash after she tasted some, and that scared her. Rainbow Dash was one of the strongest ponies she knew, and if she'd been stopped by just a lick, she didn't want to know what would happen to her.

Do pulled herself to her hooves, slipping on the now-slick floor and covering herself in the goopy fluid. Rainbow Dash lay there on her side, still staring straight at her, lightly panting as the pudding level rose around her, the waves breaking against her body and soaking into her fur, matting and staining it the light brown of fine chocolate dessert.

"Come on, Dash! Hurry!" screamed Daring Do over the sound of the continuous torrent, her now wet mane trailing over her eyes in thick bundles and strands. Her hat was ruined, the brim frayed and sagging under the weight of so much pudding.

Rainbow Dash didn't move, but Daring Do couldn't ever leave her behind. Her wings were too sodden to fly, making traipsing through the viscous liquid difficult and exhausting. "Take my hoof!" she yelled, holding one out for Dash to grip. In return, Do felt Dash's hot, wet tongue slide down the soft plane of her hoof, cleaning it of pudding. It felt good - too good - but she knew they had to hurry. Something was very wrong with Rainbow Dash, Daring knew as she grabbed hold of her and forcefully lifted her onto her back, fully intending to carry her across the long room where she could hopefully treat her in peace.

As luck would have it, she barely managed more than a few feet before the slimy goo conspired against her and she lost her footing, sending the two face first into the thick layer covering the floor. They both emerged at the same time, spitting Daring spitting out a mouthful of pudding while Dash happily swallowed hers, the slight disassociation in her eyes showing the effect the powerful aphrodisiacs were already having, even before most of them had been absorbed into her system. Daring Do looked into those eyes, and saw them quickly switch focus, pointing directly at her.

Dash's inactivity ceased as she dived forward, wrapping her hooves around Do's body as she pushed them both backwards into the lake of pudding, their relatively low density keeping them floating. As they fell, Dash's head flew forward faster, finding Daring's in a passionate, unexpected, but not entirely unwanted kiss. Dash tasted like chocolate pudding. Daring Do tasted like cheap rations. Daring Do found herself with no option but to swallow as the buildup of saliva in her mouth became problematic, and her unwillingness to break the kiss stopped her from spitting it out once more.

The effect on Daring Do was minimal. Long stretches of time alone in caves, temples, forests, and deserts had helped her train to be unaffected by going into heat long ago. Or so the concious part of her brain told her, trying to distract her from the way her hooves had reached up onto Dash's neck, pulling her closer and tighter, and the way she'd begun to thrust forward, grinding herself against her partner as the space between them was lubricated by the ever increasing field of pudding. Pudding - the room was flooding with pudding. They had to get out or they would surely drown.

Rainbow Dash raised her quill. Her own scent was filling the room, and she was hungry for chocolate treats. Leaving the quill where it was, she trotted over to her kitchen to fetch something to fix the latter problem, and set it down next to her ink pot. Taking a lick of chocolate, she returned to work.

"Dash! We! Need to! Get! Overthere! Door!" Daring Do gasped between kisses, her four legs pushing and swimming through the treat as she slowly traversed the room. Dash didn't even hear her, gripping tight and running her wet pink tongue over Daring Do's body, cleaning small parts of delicious, drugged pudding before a wave or splash would simply cover the area once more. Daring Do began to zone out, lost in a world of swimming and being licked, and closed her eyes, deciding to save her strength for when she needed it, and abandoned herself to it.

She came to some time later, lying on the cold hard stone floor, surrounded by a small pool of pudding, with a sleeping Rainbow Dash on top of her. They'd made it, and another door had slid shut behind them, cutting off the pudding stream. Checking her limbs, she found that while she was dripping wet, there wasn't a speck of pudding on either of their bodies, save for where they were lying. She wasn't sure what worried her more, that she had, at least temporarily, become so lost she'd licked apparently every inch of Dash's athletic, muscular, toned body, or that she couldn't remember any of it.

After poking and prompting, Dash came to. "Oww, my head. What the hay happened in there, Do? Something hit me?"

"Something like that. C'mon, we have to keep moving"

Dash's chocolate stained muzzle lifted away from the page, confident that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but was enjoying it nontheless. Poking her head out of the window, she found it was about noon, the sun directly overhead. She'd agreed to meet Twilight for lunch and reading soon. Maybe she shouldn't have binged on that chocolate.