Title:           Daring Cooked
Author:          jonnybgoode
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First Edit:      Saturday 23rd of April 2016 09:14:18 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 23rd of April 2016 11:21:05 AM CDT

>Be Daring Do
>Hot under the collar
>And under the gut, which is slowly dragging you down into a pit of boiling oil
>You should've turned back earlier, but no
>And now you're gonna be cooked
>You'd rather not think about how you got here
>But you're going to anyway
 
>Be Daring about an hour ago
>Tentatively, you gaze ahead at the tiled floor of the hallway
>One of them is a trap, but you don't know which
>You just step forward, hoping against hope that you're not about to-
>*click*
>*clang*
>*bam*
>Yep
>A set of rusty iron shackles have risen from the floor to restrain you
>Futile as it is, you give a few token struggles before pausing
>Did you just feel a breeze, or...?
"YIPE!"
>Something cold and metallic is pressing against your anus!
>Tensing instinctively, you-
>*fwoomp*
>Okay, it was in, and now it's out
>But you still feel a pressure inside your ass, as if it left something in th-
>*fwoomp*
"GAH!"
>Yep, it's putting something up there, and you're not sure what
>*fwoomp*
>You're starting to feel full now, whatever's going in there, there's a LOT
>*fwoomp*
>You're not really an anal girl, which you suspect is the reason your ex-husband left you for that tramp in Trottingham
>*fwoomp*
>Glancing between your forelegs, you can see your belly start to hang down
>It feels so weird!
>Then you realize, whatever has been filling you has stopped for the moment
>*plug*
>Whoops, no, NOW it's stopped
>It just had to leave something extra in your ass
>You can feel it stretching your anus, like some kind of butt plug
>The shackles are still there, but at least you have a chance of getting whatever it is out!
>You grunt, squeezing your bowels, trying to force something out, anything...
>*Frrt*
>Huh, smells like garlic... Sage... Rosemary...
>Spices?
>Spices!
>You're full of spices!
>What is this, some kind of ancient pervert's kitchen?
>You have to get out of here, before you're just another meal
>Grunting, you flap your wings for some extra lift as you struggle to free your hooves
>The rusty metal chafes your skin, but a little tetanus never hurt anypony
>Slowly, you feel the floor drop away as you rise inch by inch into the air, shackles straining against your strength-
>*whack*
>A sharp pain hits you in the joint of your wings, causing you to drop down
>Pain shoots through your legs as they slam into the ground with no time to brace for impact
>Gasping, you look back
>Your wings are tied now, with some sort of thin rope
>No hope of flying, now
>You'll need to find a different means of escape
>The metal tube approaching your face doesn't offer any suggestions
 
>Wait, wh-
 
>Before you can make a sound, the tube forces itself into your mouth
>The tube is just as rusty as the shackles, your tongue recoiling at the taste
>About halfway down your throat it stops, completely sealing your mouth
>And the machine whirs to life, pumping liquid down your throat
 
>It feels so strange, swallowing without swallowing
>Your belly on the other hand, is so full it's starting to ache
>You like almost pregnant with that heavy, hanging orb slowly drooping towards the floor
>The pressure forces another garlic-scented fart out, followed by a twinge of pain as your butt begins filling up too
>Your stomach is tight, your skin stretching desperately around it
>You don't think you're going to make it
>So full
>So full
>So fu-
>Huh
>With a mechanical creak, the flow grinds to a stop, and the hose retracts
>The shackles around your hooves retract too, leaving you barely able to stand
>Woah...
>You're like some kind of landwhale!
>Your belly is covered in stretch marks, each one red and aching
>It sloshes with every movement, the fur brush the ground when you walk
>Your flank is bigger, each one larger than your head
>Even your wings are fat, a layer of flab hanging where lean muscle once sat
>Grabbing your machete, you slice through the rope restraining them, your belly sloshing violently as it flops down
>Your body jiggles and quakes as you walk, each labored step sending ripples through your gelatinous body
>You huff as you waddle, mourning your lost athleticism
>...Hopefully you can find enough treasure to afford a gym membership
 
>The doorway ahead is just too small for your wide belly, but you manage to drag yourself through
>Slowly, inch by inch, your wide belly squeezes through the stone frame
>*phhhrt*
>Your belly voices its displeasure with a fart
>You have to admit, you do smell tasty
 
>The corridor ahead is dimly lit, a soft glow reflecting off the walls ahead
>It almost looks like it's coming from the floor ahead
>Is it just you, or is it getting hotter..?
>Your breath grows more labored with every step
>Sweat forms on your brow, and several folds of your flabby body
>Soon, your body is slick with greasy sweat, leaving a faint trail on the floor behind you
>Up ahead, you notice a ledge in the middle of the hall, and a light orange glow emanating from it
>Approaching quickly, you see it's a pit, about six feet across, blocking off the hall
>At the bottom, you see what you can only describe as a lake of fire
>Flames shoot up the sides, the walls and ceiling black with soot
>Normally, this wouldn't be a big problem
>You'd jump it easily, with the help of your wings
>But even with your wings unbound, you wonder if you can make it
>Your heavy body certainly won't help
 
>But this is the only way forward, and you never give up
>Swallowing your fears, you take a step back
>Coil up
>Unfurl wings
>And leap
 
>Arcing gracefully, wings slicing through the hot air, you see the edge of the pit ahead
>Yes! You're going to make it!
>Only for it to drop away before you
>Reflexively, your fore and hind legs stiffen
>With a crash, they slam into the stone floor with the force of your several-hundred pound body
>You're fairly certain you've strained every muscle in your body
>Glancing down, the fire looms closer and closer as you begin to slide
>You feel your hooves slipping, dust and pebbles dropping down into the fire below
>Your back is starting to ache from supporting your heavy gut
>The smell of burning fur wafts up as your belly gets closer and closer to the flames
>Tensing your screaming muscles, you pray you can escape before you're roasted