Note to readers: this fic jumps between what actually happens, told from Rainbow Dash's perspective, and what happens to Daring Do in, let's call it a fanfic written by Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle based on their fantasies of what happened. You got that? Good!

Rainbow Dash’s heart beat faster as she flew towards Whitetail Woods. Tonight was the night! Tonight was the night they had promised her, as a test run at least! When she had revealed her rather special kinks to Twilight (since Twilight had revealed her rather special kinks to all her friends) she hadn’t really thought it would work.

She hadn’t really thought Twilight, much less Rarity (Twilight’s recent girlfriend), would take her up on her silly offer. When Twilight had said “maybe” and “let me talk to Rarity, OK?” she had expected to be shot down... but she wasn’t. Instead they had invited her to tea at Rarity’s, and she had been forced to repeat her story so Rarity could hear. The fashionista had listened carefully and asked many embarrassing questions. After that Rarity had sat quiet for a long while, and then she had politely ushered Rainbow Dash out.

She had expected that to be the end of it, but it wasn’t. A couple of days later Twilight had turned up beneath her cloud house with a checklist. It turned out Twilight followed her habits from her youth, where such a list had been presented to each sexual partner, but the list was much different, since she already trusted Rainbow Dash. It was mostly a thorough questionnaire regarding turn-ons and turn-offs and a list of rules for safety when practicing rough sex. She felt a bit queasy when it mentioned such things as “be sure you have voided your bowels before you meet up”. Why?

“Darling, you have clearly stated your fantasies include being tied up”, said Rarity as she dressed her in the costume she was making. “Wouldn’t it be terribly inconvenient if you had to go to the little fillies’ room in the middle of that? I’m certain this is just Twilight’s... academic way to say you’d better have done all business before we start.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash, relieved. “Y’know, I already have a Daring Do costume I got for Nightmare Night. The official one, even. Why do I need a new one?”

“Because with this one I can do this,” said Rarity, grabbed her by the lapels telekinetically and ripped the khaki shirt off her.

“What - ! Hey!” Rainbow Dahs shouted. “It... it’s not torn!”

“No, it’s a trick you sometimes use with scene costumes,” said Rarity. “Not my specialty, but I’m learning. You simply use velcro in the right places.”

“May I ask why?” said Dash, a little flustered.

“Darling, these shenanigans we’re planning are all because you wanted to be some damsel in distress,” Rarity said. “Don’t assume your... violator will stop to unbutton your shirt. And we might want to do this more than once.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash and felt something pleasant stir inside her at the thought of a violator. A violator, more than once. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“I’m not the expert you are, but I have read my share of bodice rippers, and yes, if we are doing this, then we might as well do it right!”

Rainbow Dash had assumed some simple playacting at one of their homes, but the other two had different ideas. She knew they both could be quite obsessive, so the pegasus shouldn’t be surprised they were when it came to sex as well, but she was. Twilight had given her feedback on the questionnaire, and explained how they were going to do things in general. She was very thorough. At the same time it was clear that the details of their game were meant as a surprise for Rainbow Dash. Still, she did have a note with some directions with her, given to her by Twilight.

One of them was the very basic scenario, where in the world their little sex game took place, and what adventurous and amorous archeologist Daring Do was doing there. Another was where to land in the outskirts of Whitetail Woods, near a trail that led to a camping site. A third was how to react to what might happen there, a somewhat enigmatic set of instructions that teased her imagination but explained nothing.

Daring Do landed as the jungle grew tighter. She would have to walk from here, or at least fly closer to the ground. The tree canopy was too high. As night was falling, she chose to land completely so as to not fly into anything.

“A path!” she muttered to herself. “Then this place was inhabited not too long ago. The old donqeystador documents were right! I might find the lost city of Xetlaxoxoa here!”

She scanned the deep, verdant jungle as she walked along the path. Even if this place was long abandoned, it could have hostile wildlife or other dangers. It paid to be careful. Suddenly her eyes fell upon something that made her heart stop.

In the forest close to the path stood a pole topped by a skull. Bones and feathers hung on vines from the skull, and some sort of symbol was painted on the forehead. Daring fluttered up and shone her electric torch carefully on the skull. It looked somewhat like a pony’s, but with a heavy ridge over the nose and bigger nostrils.

“What the...?” Daring Do mumbled. “A Hippidion skull! But... the brutish Hippidion ponies died out in paleopony times!”

The explorer grabbed the skull and lifted it from the pole, and then she landed, looking it over.

“In any case this place is inhabited,” she said to herself. “The pole cannot have stood here for thousands of years! The natives must have placed this fossil here to warn their enemies because skulls are a symbol of death. It would fit with this glyph at least - it is very similar to the ancient llama symbol for ‘Stay away’. The city of Xetlaxoxoa was said to be founded by llamas or alpacas, after all... In any case, better be even more careful if the natives don’t like strangers.”

She flew up to the pole with the skull again, but just as she was about to replace it, she was so startled that she dropped it. An ululating howl came from somewhere in the forest, not far from her. Daring Do quickly collected herself, her heart beating faster, landed and took shelter in a bush. Then a drum started to play deeper in the forest, answering the howl.

“A scout or guard saw me, reported back to their village, and now the drum tells everypony to be on the outlook for intruders,” she told herself. “I should stay put. I should hide here in the outskirts of the jungle, and...”

She heard the howl again, this time much much closer. Daring Do, despite her years of adventuring experience, jumped again. Had it been day, and not deep within a tropical jungle, she would have been able to see the howler. Now, she stared into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was that was so close.

Suddenly, she saw a shape standing up in the underbrush, perhaps fifty yards ahead, something very light blue or gray, with small areas of white. Daring Do stood up herself to see better, a fatal mistake. She felt a sting in her rump, and when she quickly turned around she saw a face like a grinning skull not twenty feet behind her, gripping a blowgun in its muzzle. The poisoned dart did what it was made to do and she lost consciousness.

The instructions had been succinct: “When you’re hit by a dart, pretend you’re unconscious.” Rainbow Dash had been pretty impressed by the fake skull-totem and the sounds in the forest. Now she understood why one of Twilight’s constant lectures had been over exactly that skull. The Hippidion caveponies had turned up in one of the Daring Do books, the one with the Lost World, but Rainbow Dash had no idea of what they were before Twilight had shown her the plaster skull. Now it was obvious she had been setting the scene somewhat..

Rainbow Dash had shut her eyes, even if that’s not what happens when you go unconscious. She didn’t want to be entirely sure what happened. She wanted to be helpless. The pegasus heard whispering voices, and then somepony started to tie her up. Front hoof to front hoof, back hoof to back hoof, her wings to her sides, a piece of wood tied in mouth as a rather inefficient gag. Then the same somepony stuck a pole between her legs and hoisted her up. She felt an electrical tingling in her pussy as she was made helpless and marehandled like a bale of hay. Being carried like this was one of the scenes she had fantasized about in bed, or on a cloud, pleasuring herself. It happened regularly to Daring Do.

When she was lifted she lost her pith helmet. Rainbow Dash opened her eyes and tried to speak as she tried to make her captors note the loss, but there hadn’t been a need. The captor who stood in front of her swept up the helmet in a white magic aura and placed in on her head.

So that’s Rarity, she thought. The way she was carried, she only saw her walking hindlegs, her tail, her butt and... her tender parts.

Rarity’s teats and pussy are... really nice, she thought, the first time that thought came over her. Then she felt a faint smell of arousal from it which mixed with Rarity’s perfume... a kind she was certain she had never smelled before.

Is she also turned on by this? Rainbow Dash thought. Isn’t she just helping me and... and Twilight because she is... Rarity? That thought somehow made her even hornier.

Even the parts of Rarity she could see wasn’t Rarity, in a way. The coat was light grey instead of Rarity’s white, and had a pattern of white stripes. Not zebra-like, but wider and sparser. Rainbow turned her head and tried to get a view of her other captor.

It was Twilight that was carrying the other end of the pole, of course, but at the same time it wasn’t Twilight. She no longer looked like a modern pony. There was a heavy ridge down her face and her nostrils were wider. Her coat was dark gray with the same sort of stripes as Rarity. She looked, over all, somewhat like a donkey.

A Hippidion! Rainbow Dash thought. I don’t know whether Rarity used makeup or one of her illusion spells, but they do look like those caveponies.

The cavepony that had been Twilight had her face painted like a skull and her mane was decorated with colourful feathers. She had big earrings made of some kind of blue stone. Neither her outfit nor her species-change was as surprising as her visage, though. Twilight Sparkle, the geeky librarian, never had that facial expression. This Twilight, the savage cavepony, had a cruel smirk as she stared at her captive. Now and then she would scan the “jungle” around her cautiously. She looked wild, savage and animalistic. Most of all, she looked horny. Rainbow Dash remembered how Twilight had been frank about it, that pretending to be a non-pony was her kink, and the more exotic the non-pony the better.

She also realised that when Cave-Twilight looked at her that she must have an even better view of her pussy and teats than she herself had of Rarity’s. Rainbow Dash tried to pull her legs together or cover herself with her tail or something, but she couldn’t. The savage behind her that sort of reminded her of Twilight just laughed cruelly. That was the first time that night that she reached a level of arousal she had never felt before.

Daring Do struggled to get loose from her bonds, but they were too tight. She did, however, manage to make her captors stop. The one up front told the other to lower her to the ground and she did. She was amazed to recognize the language, but they seemed to be speaking a rare llama dialect, strangely enough.

Not as strange as surviving Hippidions, she thought. These ponies are too primitive to have a city, though...

The one up front seemed to be in charge. She was wearing a larger crown of feathers and more jewelry of polished blue stone. Instead of the simple skull paint she seemed to have a stylized red butterfly painted on her face. Perhaps some noble? Chieftain? Priestess? She glared at Daring Do.

“Stop struggling, intruder!” she said sharply.

“Check her bonds!” she ordered the other Hippidion, which nodded and tugged at the ropes binding her with her teeth and poked at her with her hooves. Daring Do first now realized that rags had been stuffed between the ropes and her coat, protecting her. “We don’t want her harmed... yet!” She smiled maliciously at the prisoner.

The other Hippidion snickered at that. She bent down and sniffed Daring’s nether parts. Daring jolted.

“Juicy!” the Hippidion said and snickered again. Then she casually bit Daring’s rump. Daring’s shriek was muted by her halter.

“Plump!” she said and licked her muzzle theatrically.

Daring tried to speak and protest at the treatment. If she couldn’t physically escape, perhaps she could reason with them.

“Heeehng!” was all she could manage.

“Free her mouth,” said the leader. The other did so, undoing the knot and removing the rope. Daring spat out the piece of wood.

“Look, I mean you no harm!” she said. “I only came to this valley to study it and learn more about it!”

“Lies!” said the other savage fiercely and prodded Daring with her hoof. “You are an evil invader like all the others, here to steal our treasures and desecrate our temple!”

The others? Temple? thought Daring. Something’s ahoof here!

“What’s your proof for that?” Daring protested. “I come alone and unarmed.”

“Oh yes,” said the savage and snickered. “That’s what you want us to think!”

“We will soon learn the truth,” said her leader. “Let’s get this pastelcoat to the village!”

“Look, I can walk myself!” Daring Do said. “You don’t have to carry me!”

The savage Hippidions stood still a moment as if considering it.

“Gag her!” the chieftain said. “We’ll hear enough of her yammering enough later!”

Despite Daring’s protests, the stick was rammed into her muzzle and tied up again, though she could feel the savage tying her did a sloppy job. She stopped to bite Daring Do’s ear and then smacked playfully.

“Mmm,” she said and grinned.

“Enough of that,” said the leader. “Get her up and to the village!”

Daring Do was hoisted up again and carried away. She swung towards the genitals of the captor in front of her, while her own tender parts swung towards the one behind her, who now and then would sniff in that direction or snap her teeth playfully as a crocodile after a fish. Daring swallowed. Were they really that uninhibited?

Rainbow Dash was almost disappointed. They had to stop two more times and check her bonds. Chieftain Rarity would make it out to be a quick rest for the “savages” and a chance to be certain their prisoner was tightly bound, but she was pretty sure Rarity really wanted to be certain she wasn’t hurt by being carried. The fuss with the gag was equally obviously to make it certain she could spit it out if she needed to shout the safeword. Rainbow Dash wasn’t experienced in these sort of games, but she was certain that was what was happening. That was the source of her near-disappointment, because she was being immensely turned on by being tied up and carried like this.

She could do nothing but wriggle, she couldn’t speak clearly, her nostrils and eyes were assaulted by Chieftain Rarity’s sex, and her own sex was constantly threatened by Twilight the Savage That Isn’t The Chieftain. Rainbow Dash was certain she would have had an orgasm if somepony had actually touched her, touched her down there, but apparently this was a very cruel herd. These very sensible hints that it was only a game cooled her off, though. She started to wonder if it was okay for the submissive in a sex game to shout the safe word and break the game to ask for harsher treatment. Then, she was interrupted by Twilight the Savage’s sudden ululating.

She whooped joyfully and made Rainbow Dash jerk in her bonds by surprise. Chieftain Rarity joined in as well, somehow making her own war whoop more refined and ladylike. Still stunned from the sudden noise, she was even more surprised when the drum she had heard earlier answered them from further up the road.

What the hay? she thought. Have they got more people into this?

She had a sudden vision of all her friends being part of the game. She couldn’t help it, it made her laugh out loud behind her gag, which mostly came out as a grunt.

I’m basically playing the kinky version of cowponies and buffaloes with the town librarian and the finicky seamstress, she thought. It wouldn’t be that ridiculous for the others to turn up, given how silly this is already.

Twilight the Savage started to sing or rather babble nonsense words to a rhythmic melody that the pegasus recognized as an old marching song. Or flying song, they had sung that in flight camp. Twilight was obviously making up the ongo-bongo wolla-bolla on the spot, and having the time of her life. This caused Rainbow Dash to laugh uncontrollably behind her gag again. The somewhat childish antics clashed with her fantasy, but for some reason the fire in her loins didn’t falter. It was as if Twilight’s enthusiasm was enticing in itself.

Of course, it did help that Twilight, ignoring that she was a Hippidion and shouldn’t have any magic ability, was levitating her blowgun tube and smacking Rainbow Dash on the rump playfully to the beat of her “singing”. It helped a lot.

The village was small, but the herd of Hippidions that met them was very enthusiastic and aggressive, and seemed to be larger than it was. They jeered at Daring Do as she was thrown to the ground and cheered her captors. She must have been right that the captor that was a paler shade of grey was a chieftain, because she seated herself on a simple throne and was handed a beautiful mantle of feathers and a sceptre-like staff topped with a pony skull. Daring Do’s helmet was taken by the other warrior and placed on a short stake near a crude wooden idol that seemed to represent some kind of tree or plant. The dark grey warrior bowed deeply before it. Daring saw to her horror other trophies spread around it - explorers’ hats and shoes, pony and llama skulls and even old donqeystador helmets. She felt a chill and wondered if her own skull would soon sit there on a stick.

The dark grey warrior then fetched something very similar to a sawhorse and dragged the thing in front of the throne. Daring was untied, but after a short respite she was made to climb up on the sawhorse, threatened by spears. The explorer was then tied to it, one leg to each leg of the wretched thing. She realized the wooden frame leaned forwards, and the way she was tied caused her rump (and other things) to point straight up in the air. The warrior removed her gag and in an act of false kindness gave her water to drink from a calabash.

“So,” said the chieftain, “now let’s see why you’re really here, pastelcoat!”

“Hey, my coat is not that pastel, it’s a shade of brown,” said Daring Do in an attempt at a joke.

“Witty, huh?” the chieftain said, pouting. “We’ll see in a while... Give her five lashes!”

“Yes,” said the warrior with a smirk and Daring felt a smack on her rump. She yelped.

Somepony started to play that drum again. The warrior began to leap and swirl, dancing around Daring Do, chanting to herself through her teeth which gripped a thin feather-decorated rod. Whenever she came behind Daring, she smacked her rump. Daring gritted her teeth, determined not to yelp again, but found herself counting the beat of the drum and the whirling dance-steps of her torturer, waiting nervously for the smack. Whack! Whack! Whack! And a final one, that hit her sex, not her rump. She made a little shriek most unlike her tough demeanor.

The savages laughed at her.

“You enjoyed that last one, didn’t you?” said the chieftain. “No? Then tell me how many more of you there are here!”

“There’s just me!” Daring said angrily. “Stop this, I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“More lies!” sneered the chieftain. “Let’s see how you like ten lashes!”

The warrior grinned and smacked Daring Do’s sex again, after which she resumed her dance. Now Daring could never know where on her behind the thin rod would land, and she writhed in her bonds as she grunted and shrieked. In the corner of her eye she could see how the chieftain, reclining on her throne, was rubbing her sceptre-staff between her legs, obscenely enjoying the explorer’s torment. The whole herd seemed to follow her torturer, leaping and chanting around her, leering painted muzzles and feather-decorated manes and tails, stamping hooves and grinning teeth, but hurting the prisoner seemed to be a privilege of her skull-faced captor.

Twilight Sparkle couldn’t dance. She couldn’t dance the slow, dignified courtly dances of Canterlot’s ballrooms and soirées. She couldn’t dance the modern dances made for blinking lights and dark dancefloors. She really couldn’t dance this made-up tribal dance either (though knowing Twilight and her obsessions, it might have been taken from some equinology textbook). It didn’t matter to her, however, because she loved to dance and did so with gusto. That was one reason why Rainbow Dash didn’t burst out laughing. Twilight’s enthusiasm for the fantasy was again contagious. The pegasus didn’t feel more threatened, but she didn’t feel silly either, which would have ruined the atmosphere.

Another reason was the special effects. Rainbow Dash knew that there were only three ponies in the clearing in the Whitetail Woods. She knew that the half-seen herdmembers, the huts in the village, even the jungle leaves and sounds, all of that was just smoke and mirrors. It was Rarity and Twilight combining their magics, probably Twilight’s animation spells and Rarity’s illusions, making some props and ponykins dance and drum and jeer and cast shadows. However, with the situation being what it was, they all turned real in her imagination, to a score of screaming savage ur-ponies after her blood. It increased the feeling of helplessness which she had craved, being so outnumbered and surrounded.

Finally, it was the fact that her lashes actually were painful and scary. Rainbow Dash wasn’t acting when she was writing in her bonds, whimpering and moaning. Of course, this sort of thing was what she had fantasized and dreamt of when she read her adventure stories. She grew more and more aroused, feeling her pussy becoming wet, and starting to wish again that she could touch herself, or that Twilight would touch her with something else than the rod. The way Chieftain Rarity was touching herself with her sceptre topped with a plastic skull and coloured chicken feathers.

As Savage Twilight finished the torture dance, Rarity jumped off her “throne” (a rattan chair from her parlour) and went up to their prisoner. She put her muzzle next to Rainbow Dash’s muzzle and looked into her with her deep blue eyes, surrounded by red warpaint instead of her normal eyeshadow.

“Now, pastelcoat, tell me how many more invaders there are,” she hissed.

“There’s... only... me...” Rainbow Dash panted. Then, on a whim, she spat Chieftain Rarity in the face. “Let me go... or else...”

Rarity drew back, clearly actually shocked, then visibly calmed herself down and smiled wickedly instead.

“Maybe ten more lashes will loosen your tongue!” she said.

Rainbow Dash was about to be defiant again when she felt something wet on her pussylips and yelped.

Twilight poked up her head behind Rainbow Dash’s rump and licked her nose.

“She is braver than you think, oh chieftain,” Twilight said. “This has done nothing but arouse her.”

“Oooh,” said Chieftain Rarity and reared up. “So, that’s why you and your allies are here, you lustful fiend!? To ravish our young mares and stallions?!”

“What?! How does that even...?” said Rainbow Dash. “No! I can explain...”

“I think we must employ different methods, chieftain,” said Twilight, her voice and pose somewhat stiff. She walked up beside Rainbow Dash and nuzzled her bound wings.

Knowing what was awaiting her, Rainbow Dash’s already quick-beating heart picked up the pace even more.

Oh yes! she thought. They are really going to do it! Are they really going to do it? Please Celestia, make so they are going to do it!

Rainbow Dash was staring at one of Twilight’s long lists, part of her checklist for their planned fantasy.

“What in Equestria is this, Twilight? ‘Note for each of the following treatments, whether you A, Don’t want it being done to you, B, Accept it being done to you, C, Crave it being done to you’?”

“Well,” said an enthusiastic Twilight, “it’s all about things that can be scary or painful or humiliating, but which aren’t dangerous if you’re careful. We have to put you in distress, right? But we must choose the things that you like!”

“‘Being spanked with the hoof’. ‘Being spanked with a stick’. ‘Being flogged with a lash’ Twilight, aren’t these all the same?”

“Oh no, there are clear differences! Well, in our experience, and according to experts,” Twilight blushed.

Rainbow Dash snickered.

“‘Having snakes put on your belly’ doesn’t sound like it isn’t dangerous, Twilight...”

“Oh, for something like that you get a non-venomous snake, of course.”

“Twilight, aren’t you afraid of snakes?”

Twilight swallowed. “Yes, but this is for you. They are awfully common in Daring Do stories, so...”

“No thanks, then. You folks should enjoy it too. Should I assume the non-venomous thing goes for ‘Having spiders put in your mane’?”

“Most spiders native to these parts of Equestria are non-venomous... Really. if you think anything is iffy just put it down as an A!”

“OK, Twilight...”

When she came the end, there was a field for ‘Your own suggestions of peril’.

“So, did we miss anything?” said Twilight anxiously. “I tried to correlate ‘D/s for dummies’ with the entire collection of damsel-in-distress scenes in the Daring Do series...”

“Well, you were thorough...” Rainbow Dash was about to mock the whole thing. This sort of game had safewords and basic rules, which should really make the list unnecessary. It was typical that it was the most detail-obsessed of her friends that had been willing to play with her. Then she was reminded of something.

“Twilight, do you remember why Daring Do couldn’t fly in ‘The Palace of the Mad Pasha’?

It was a running gag in the Daring Do series that the heroine would be hurt and become unable to fly somewhere during the book, so that she could be challenged by things that were no challenge to a well-trained pegasus. The author did their best to make the cause a different one in every book.

“Oooh,” said Twilight and shivered, “the Plucking!”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “she had her feathers in her right wing ripped out one by one as punishment for grave robbing.” She licked her mouth that suddenly felt dry.

“You want us to do... that?”

“Nono! Just... you know, symbolically. One or two feathers. Because...” She sighed. “Because not being able to fly... that scares me, mare! Scares me, but in this situation, it would turn me on.”

The Hippidion warrior removed the ropes from her wings, and Daring reflexively stretched them and flapped them. Her freedom didn’t last long, however. The warrior and the chieftain pinned the right wing and then the warrior bit down on one of her long, beautiful feathers. Daring shouted as she realized what she was about to do, but it was too late: she pulled out the feather.

The pain was quickly over, but not the humiliation. The warrior held the feather in front of her face and mocked her.

“Your feathers are mine now, pastelcoat!” she said. She impishly tickled Daring on the nose with it.

“They would make a beautiful headdress for you,” said the chieftain in a strange coquettish manner. She nuzzled the warrior. “Let’s pull out all the others!”

The warrior nodded and they went to Daring’s left wing. She shouted and flapped her wings as much as she could, but in the end it was in vain. Her wing was grappled and another feather was pulled out.

That feather as well was presented to her, held between the teeth of a grinning painted face. The warrior placed the feathers in her mane and laughed.

“Should we continue to pluck you, little bird?” said the chieftain.

“Please!” Daring Do was hoarse. “I tell you, I came alone! There is nopony with me!”

“Really?” said the chieftain and put her painted muzzle to Daring Do’s.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!” she begged. “Please let me loose!”

“Then nopony will miss you if you die, right?” said the chieftain with an evil grin.

Daring Do swallowed. The situation had just turned from bad to worse.

Rainbow Dash had come when the second feather was pulled out. She could hardly play her role because she was panting so hard. She could feel how she had spurted. The pegasus hadn’t expected that. The fantasy had always been a spice for her, to enhance the experience of playing with herself. She had still been touching herself when she had orgasmed fantasizing about being helpless and in danger. This time, however, she had been unable to touch herself, and her sex partners had just touched her quickly, teasingly, or had “touched” her to cause pain. It was a revelation of sorts, one she only hazily grasped through the fog in her mind.

Chieftain Rarity bowed close to her and broke character.

“Are you alright dear?” she whispered with concern. “Breathe!”

“I came,” she whispered back. “That was awesome!”

“How is she?” said Twilight, out loud and in her “cruel Hippidion voice” but clearly worried.

“Oh, she is wonderful!” said Chieftain Rarity. “She just came!”

“Oh;” said Twilight. Then she laughed. “Don’t you think she seems very brave and fertile, oh Chieftain.”

“Why, you’re right” said Rarity and smiled wickedly. Then she broke character again. “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes!” Rainbow Dash hissed.

“Why, you’re right,” Chieftain Rarity repeated gravely. “That means her death can only come in one way!”

“Of course,” said Twilight and bowed. “The gods will be pleased!”

“The herd will be fed!” said Chieftain Rarity.

“What are you talking about, you maniacs?” Rainbow Dash panted.

“Pastelcoat, you will be sacrificed to Xetlaxoxoa!” said Chieftain Rarity.

“How?” said Rainbow Dash. “When? To whom?”

“By being boiled alive with the divine brew in the sacred cauldron!” said Twilight.

“Right now!” said Rarity.

“To Xetlaxoxoa, the Cacao Goddess!” said Twilight loftily.

“What... Xetlaxoxoa... Kettle o’ cocoa... pot of chocolate... you’re going to boil me alive in chocolate?!” said Rainbow Dash.

“Take the prisoner to the altar and prepare her!” Rarity commanded with a wide grin. “I’ll put the kettle on!”

What will happen to our daring explorer in the next episode?! Will she live?! Will she die!? Will she have more not entirely consensual sex!? Stand by for the next episode of DARING DO and the Cannibal Paleoponic Nymphomaniacs of Xetlaxoxoa: DEATH BY CHOCOLATE!