Title: Daring Do Ch2 (needs work) Author: FlamingHomophone Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/WwFrVEaZ First Edit: Tuesday 13th of October 2015 02:32:06 AM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 13th of October 2015 02:32:06 AM CDT Daring Do folded her wings and took a nose dive, piercing the clouds below like amber arrow and leaving a long grayscale trail in her wake. Spike the Dragon wrapped his arms around her neck ever tighter in a desperate attempt to hold on for dear life, screaming his head off all the while. As they barreled downwards uncontrollably towards the rapidly approaching Earth, the plunging pegasus spread her wings at the last moment, leveling out of the dive. Still, she hit the ground at sickening speed, skidding to a stop and leaving deep tracks in the dirt behind her.   The pair landed in a forest clearing, just outside of Daring's nondescript cabin in the woods. Once she had reached a complete halt, Spike's grip loosened and he slipped off Daring's back. His limp body fell to the ground like a dropped sack of flour. As he blankly stared up at the pale blue skies above, he said, “I don't think I'm ever gonna get use to that.”   “You probably never will,” Daring replied, “Seeing as how you don't have wings of your own.” She poked a beige-furred hoof at his wingless back.   “Gee, thanks for reminding me,” the young dragon responded, sarcasm apparent in his voice.   “Don't be so glum kid. Hey, maybe these can be your wings,” Daring said as she brushed Spike's earfins. She giggled at the frown that spread across his face. “Seriously, these things are huge. Have you considered a career in the circus? You wouldn't look out of place next to a flying elephant.”   “Very funny, Miss Yearling. Did you fly me all the way out here just to make fun of me? I'm guessing I'm walking home too.”   “Oh, loosen up Spike, I was just teasing,” she said, trying to stifle more giggles, “Come on, let's head into my cabin. I just want to show you something.” She ambled over to the cabin door and entered without another word.   Spike contemplated spending the rest of the morning just lying down in the dirt and wishing he was in his basket, before getting up with a groan and following suit.   He passed through the doorway, only to find his host's home in a state of absolute chaos. Dusty books and rolled-up clumps of discarded parchment were strewn across the wood paneled floor. Cabinets had been pulled out of desks and haphazardly tossed about, further contributing to the agenda of completely obscuring the ground. Smashed potted plants lined the window sill and a shattered mirror laid amongst a pile of its reflective fragments in a corner.   Spike stepped over the remains of a very old-looking vase, “Whoa, looks like somepony tossed the place. Twilight told me about how some stallion searched your house for a magical artifact. You think he could be behind this too?”   Daring picked up a fallen chair and righted a toppled table, “Dr. Caballeron? Probably. He comes by 'bout once a month to raid my cabin when I'm away on business.”   “What!? And that doesn't upset you?”   “Nah, if he takes something, then he takes something. I don't mind a quick snatch-and-grab between my more grand adventures. And he leaves a gift-basket every anniversary of the first time he ransacked my cabin too. Besides, I keep all the really sensitive stuff in a warehouse in the badlands. Can I offer you a glass of water? Maybe some precious stones?” Daring went through another door, presumably into the kitchen.   “Um, no thanks, not sure I'll be able to keep anything down after that flight. You said you wanted to show me something?”   Daring returned through the door, this time with an occupied saddlebag at her flank, “Yup, got it right here.” She walked over and gently lowered the saddlebag onto the table. She motioned for Spike to sit down in the adjacent chair. Once he had seated himself, Daring opened the saddlebag, revealing the mysterious egg she had rescued from Ahuizotl's ship. “This egg look familiar to you?”   Spike's face adopted a deadpan expression, though a caustic tone tinged his words, “An egg. You kidnapped me and took me all the way out here. For an egg.”   “Hey, I did not kidnap you,” Daring retorted.   “You snuck into Twilight's castle in the middle of the night and carried my basket out on your back. With me in it!” Spike sighed, “Twilight probably doesn't even know where I am.”   Daring chimed in, “I left a note!”   “...Saying what, exactly?”   -----   Meanwhile in Ponyville...   Twilight struggled to hold back tears as she read the note again, “Princess Twilight Sparkle, if you want your dragon back, come to the dark part of the Everfree Forest, past the haunted ruins, through the Caverns of Everlasting Despair, and make a right at the accursed shrine. You know how I like my privacy, so bring no pony. Signed, DD.”   A knock on the door announced the entrance of a royal guard in her chambers. Upon seeing his ladyship's unkempt hair and frayed countenance, he inquired, “I heard a scream from down the hall. Are you alright, Princess Sparkle?”   “Spike's been kidnapped by Diamond Dogs!” Twilight blurted out.   The guard gasped, “Egads! I shall mobilize the squadrons immediately!”   As he turned to run out the door, a brilliant raspberry aura lifted him up and into the air. Twilight shouted, “No! You can't! I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even told you. The letter was very clear, I have to go alone.”   “Nay, Princess! As a member of Her Majesty's guard, I cannot allow royalty to walk into the jaws of certain doom unaccompanied!”   Twilight wiped away tears and took a moment to think, “Hmm, if I follow the directions on the note, I'll pass by..,” she paused for a brief second, as if mulling over a thought, “..the home of a certain, very capable pony. She's quite the adventurer, and I'm sure she'll lend a hoof. Thank you, guardspony, but your assistance really isn't necessary.”   “Are you quite sure, Princess?”   “I'm sure. You have my leave to take the rest of the day off,” With that final word, Twilight went out to the balcony, spread her wings and took off in the direction of the Everfree Forest.   “Princess!? Princess Sparkle!? Can you put me down before you go!?”   -----   Back at Daring's cabin...   “When you put it like that, maybe I could've worded that note a bit less ransomy,” Daring shrugged, “Not much I can do 'bout it now though, no real point dwelling on it. So, about this egg.”   Spike sighed, but took a quick glance at the object in question none-the-less. It didn't take long for him to reach a conclusion, “Nope, doesn't ring a bell.”   “What?! Are you kidding me? You were inside an egg for a huge chunk of your life, shouldn't you be an expert on eggs and all things egg related?”   Spike yawned, “I don't follow that train of logic at all. And in case you're wondering, I'm pretty sure this isn't a dragon egg. Are we done here? I have a lot of lost sleep to make up for.”   Daring pursed her lips in disappointment. Her frown was broken by a sly smile as a more optimistic thought took root in her mind. In a way, she was glad that she didn't get the answers she was looking for so quickly, pleased that her adventure hadn't ended prematurely. She was about to make her way towards the door to fly Spike home, when a wicked thought crossed her mind. “Hey Spike, maybe we can salvage this waste of our time and do something productive with it. What do you say we have a little fun?”   “Um, fun? What do you have in mind? I'm game.”   “Awesooome,” Daring dragged the word out, savoring her oblivious guest's timid affirmation. Her demeanor changed instantly, as if a switch in her head had been pressed, stirring up the equine's more base urges. She drew closer to Spike, invading his personal space and making him squirm uncomfortably in his chair. “So Spike, since you know this isn't a dragon egg, you must know where dragon eggs come from.”   Spike shrugged, “From girl dragons, I guess. Twilight taught me enough about biology that I know that much.” Uneased by his host's close proximity, Spike tried getting down from the chair, to which Daring responded by placing a firm hoof on his scaly chest and gently pushing him back until his spine met the wooden backrest. “M-Miss Yearling?”   “Oh, is that it?” Daring said in a slow, sultry voice. “What else did she teach you? I certainly hope she went into more detail than that.”   “Now that you mention it, she did glance over a chapter in the biology book, which is really unlike her. She slammed it shut when I tried to get a look, saying something about how, 'don't worry, this won't be on the test!' And I never could find that book in the library.”   “Hmmm,” Daring sauntered around Spike, circling her catch like a hungry raptor and making sure he got an eyeful of her well-toned flank. Every so often, she would flick her tail up and give him just the slightest glance at her honeyed marehood. From behind the chair, she wrapped her forehooves around Spike's diminutive chest, locking him securely in place. Her hooves roamed over the tiny dragon's young body and she enjoyed the sensation of her fur skimming across his warm scales. Spike continued to writhe in her grasp, though she could already feel his body temperature rising, as was something else between the dragon's stubby legs. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear, “I can tell you exactly where eggs come from. Better yet, let me show you.” She finished by giving his earfin a playful nip.   “Um, Miss Yearling, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?”   “Unabashedly.” Daring spun around to face Spike, and without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered her head into his lap. She spread his legs, revealing the infant dragon's petite hemipenis, each about the size of a plantain. Daring knew that some species of snakes and reptiles had two penises, and she was delighted to discover she had the chance to sample the exotic organ for herself. It looked to her as if two ridged cocks were sprouting from the dragon's crotch, right above his testes, one dick on top of another.   Spike grimaced as Daring shoved her head roughly between his thighs and gave one of his peckers a cursory lick. Her experienced tongue slid over, under, and between his stiffening organs, teasing thick globules of precum out of the tips. She wrapped her long, equine tongue around his lower shaft and steadily took him into her mouth, savoring the musky aromas that emanated from his fluids and groin.   Spike shuddered and struggled not to cum then and there. He felt as if his member had just been plunged into a unbelievably tight and moist glove. His cock wrestled in her mouth with her tongue, and every caress sent bolts of lightening up his spine. Daring began pumping her head, slipping her lips further down the length of his rod with each pump until she reached the base of his testicles. Spike's unattended cock meanwhile was sliding back and forth across the soft fur on top of Daring's muzzle, constantly stimulating the underside of his shaft.   To Spike's surprise, Daring suddenly opened her mouth wide and swallowed up both of his fleshy peckers. The added sensation of both his cocks being engulfed between her moist lips proved too much for the fledgling dragon to handle and he climaxed, grabbing onto Daring's mane with his claws and shoving as much of himself into her mouth as he could.   Daring continued suckling on Spike's squirting pricks to ensure a tight seal as he sprayed the back of her throat with rope after rope of reptilian jizz. Just as one cock finished with a spurt, the other would shoot another load, and so on and so forth, like the alternating pistons of an engine. The dragon flooded Daring's mouth with his seed and she made sure not to spill a single drop.   Spike let go of Daring's gray hair, allowing her to slide off of his slick shafts. She quickly mounted the chair and wrapped him up in a heartfelt embrace. She pressed her lips against his, this time invading his mouth with her own wet organ. Spike, dazed and light-headed after his first orgasm, couldn't care less as his own cum swirled about in his mouth, carried in via Daring's tongue. The baby dragon was like play-dough in her hooves, so vulnerable and completely at her mercy. Daring broke the kiss, leaving Spike open-mouthed and gasping for more.   “How was that for your first time, kid? I hope you haven't tired yourself out yet, 'cause I want more, and from the looks of it, so do you.” She grazed Spike's dicks with the side of her hoof, smearing cum on her fur and eliciting a grimace from the spent dragon, pained by the heightened sensitivity of cumming for the first time. Despite that, he didn't show any signs of softening, remaining just as hard and rigid as when they had started. “We're going to need to do something about those though,” gesturing a hoof at his small, but still erect penises.   Daring stepped over to her study and leafed open her copy of 'Pony Sutra' with her muzzle. Hidden within its pages was a magnificent piece of silver bullion. She picked it up with her mouth and casually walked back over to Spike, depositing the silvery coin into his lap.   Still lost in his after-sex high, Spike groggily held up the heavy coin and said, “What's this?”   “That's yours. Don't go and spend it all at once. There's also three gold doubloons in the potted sunflower, two-hundred carats worth of uncut diamonds buried in the backyard, and the original 'Colt with Apple' painting under the fireplace. Those are yours too.”   Grand thoughts of wealth and opulence flashed before Spike's eyes. In his greed-addled mind, he conjured up images of himself sitting atop a vast hoard of gold and jewels, riches as far as the eye can see. It was a familiar feeling, one he had experienced before and had struggled to keep buried ever since. Already, he could feel his body changing: his bones growing thicker, his scales hardening like tempered steel, his mind regressing to a more primal state. “N-no, Miss Yearling, I can't accept this stuff. It wouldn't be right.”   “But Spike, I insist. You're a very special friend. I want you to have them, and deep inside, you know you want them too.”   “I want them. I want. Spike want.” Spike's voice fell deeper, adopting a deep baritone. Sparkles filled his vision as everything around him developed a glossy sheen. The coin in his burgeoning hand, the scattered books on the floor, even Daring Do herself seemed to gleam and twinkle with newfound radiant vitality. He fell out of the chair with a thump and adopted a more quadrupedal stance. Like something out of 'An Equestrian Werewolf in Trottingham,' Spike's limbs stretched and lengthened grotesquely, as if the baby dragon were undergoing years of natural growth in the span of seconds. The not-so-small dragon's reptilian snout became more pronounced, with his thickened, elongated tail completing the transformation.   Daring stood before what looked like an enormous purple and green komodo dragon that towered a full head above her, nearly touching the ceiling. He sniffed the air and flicked his forked tongue out, unintentionally tasting the feminine scents wafting off of Daring's unsatisfied, dripping cunny. His tongue told him that there was a fertile female nearby, ready to be bred and filled with his virile seed. His members swelled with blood and greed, each now resembling a pink, fleshy spear. They oozed copious amounts of pre, despite having only just climaxed.   “Looking for this, big guy?” Daring turned and presented herself to the smoke puffing crocodilian. She flicked her tail up, giving him a full, unhindered view of her tight vertical slit. Clear fluids trickled out of her and flowed down her inner thighs in small rivulets.   “Spike want,” he growled in response. Slithering up behind her, he positioned himself just outside her awaiting entrance, grabbing and holding up her tail with one claw and wrapping the other around her abdomen. Daring gasped as Spike unceremoniously sheathed himself into her sodden cunt with one girthy cock, forcing apart her feminine folds with slickened ease. Her velvety walls unwittingly massaged and milked the invading member as Spike buried inch after inch of reptilian flesh into Daring's tight pussy. She felt as if an eternity had passed before her draconian partner finally hilted inside of her, his grapefruit-sized testicles slapping against her engorged clit and splattering their crotches with their intermingling juices. Spike's other cock meanwhile slid upwards, hotdogging between her firm asscheeks.   Daring shivered in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled with one of the thickest cocks she'd ever encountered. She could feel every ridge and bump on her partner's generous pecker, a far cry from the twinkie she had been suckling on only moments before. She moaned throatily as Spike began pulling out, nearly exiting completely before thrusting forward, spearing her with his full length in one smooth stroke. Daring screamed and arched her spine as the first of many orgasms shook her body, her winking pussy tightening around Spike's cock and soaking their groins with her mare ejaculate. She would've collapsed onto the drenched floor had Spike's claw hadn't been supporting her.   Spurred on by the additional lubricant, the dragon began sawing in and out of the barely conscious pony. Every thrust was long, deep, and backed by the reptile's immensely powerful hip muscles. His other cock slid up and down between Daring's well-lubed ass, oozing precum that dribbled from his member and gushed down her valley, pooling at her untouched pucker. Amidst one of his lengthy thrusts, the dragon inadvertently slipped his other penis into Daring's snug asshole, further stuffing the panting mare with his meat and granting her another mind-shattering climax.   “M-more,” Daring said, barely a whisper. She felt as if her brain was melting in a blaze of heat and lust; there was nothing else that mattered at that moment besides the two massive draconian shafts stretching out both of her tender holes. Her brain was filled with only one thought: more. “T-there's a gold bar under the third step in the stairs! And a crystal amulet behind the bookshelf!”   Spike flared his nostrils and roared. Already, she could feel him and his generous organs swelling to even greater size, growing so large that his claw wrapped around her midsection completely. More over, he had stopped thrusting and was more or less tugging Daring up and down his cocks, using her body as if she were just some convenient sex toy. She looked down and saw a very noticeable bulge move along her flesh, nearly reaching her stomach every time Spike drove into her.   Suddenly, the front door burst opened and a distraught Twilight Sparkle entered, “Daring Do! I'm sorry for barging in like this, but I need your help! Spike's in trouble! He's...”   “... right here, rutting you like a horny bonobo.” Twilight froze and stared at the lewd sight before her in disbelief. She shook her head, as if the entire scene was just some bizarre hallucination brought on by an overabundance of worry and she could merely blink it all away. Once it was apparent the gigantic Spike and the caramel-coated mare impaled on his dicks weren't going to fade away, she ran up to the pair and shouted, “Bad dragon! Bad dragon! You put that poor pony down this instant!”   Spike paused mid-stroke and looked down at the glaring alicorn at his feet. In his eyes, she twinkled and shimmered far greater than anything else in the room, like a brilliant lighthouse in the midst of a foggy night. Even the riches Daring had promised him paled in comparison, eclipsed by Twilight's blazing incandescence. “Spike want,” he bellowed.   Twilight's ears drooped at the familiar response. He stepped towards her with lecherous intent, drawing another moan out of Daring as she bobbed up and down on his slippery members. Twilight turned to run, when Spike slammed Daring's body on top of her, pinning her to the floor.   Spike pulled out of Daring and readjusted his footing, lining up his hefty cocks with both Daring and Twilight's marehoods. Obscene secretions gushed out of Daring's gaping honeypot, dribbling downwards and soaking Twilight's groin in preparation for her imminent penetration. Spike groaned as he inelegantly rammed his peckers into the two mares beneath him, fully immersing his generous shafts in taut pony flesh. Daring merely emitted incoherent pleasure babble as Spike filled her again, while Twilight screamed at the unexpected insertion. Even with Daring's juices easing the dragon's passage, Spike stretched out Twilight's fuckhole painfully, filling her every nook and cranny with his rigid meat.   Though the alicorn thought of Spike as a little brother, her body couldn't deny millions of years worth of natural evolution and raw instinct. Even before Spike started bucking his hips, Twilight's carnal walls eagerly squeezed at the substantial penis lodged in her moistening gash. Despite whatever she was thinking at the moment, her traitorous body had a mind of its own.   The sensation of embedding his cock into his mentor and surrogate sister's almost-achingly tight snatch finally sent the dragon over the edge. A white edge creeps in on his vision as the reptile reaches his peak. He slammed himself into the two ponies as deep as he could go, grinding against Daring and Twilight's entrances as his cocks unloaded a veritable flood of creamy dragon jism directly into their wombs. Twilight could feel Daring's abdomen bulge with Spike's seed on her back, even as her own belly was filled to the brim. Spike's essence sloshed about awkwardly inside her for a brief moment, before he pulled out of the two very sore ponies. As if a dam had been broken, dragon cum surged out of their winking pussies, each contraction releasing another wave of sticky baby batter onto the slippery floor.   Twilight rested her chin on the ground, just grateful the entire ordeal was over. Her relief is short-lived however, as she felt something very large and very hard prod at her untouched backdoor.   “Spike want more.”