Okey, I know I said I would wait a week... but things were done, and I couldn't concentrate on my other work until I was done with this! There will be a blog post with some author's comments later. Now, literally: bon appetit!

Daring Do tried to break free when she was untied from the whipping-frame, now covered in sweat (and other, more shameful, fluids). It was no use. Not only was the Hippidion warrior-mare that had whipped her fiendishly strong, she also had allies. Armed allies. Daring Do was re-tied as she lay on the ground panting. Her forelegs were hobbled so she couldn’t move them more than a few inches from each other. Same thing with her hindlegs. Her wings were tied to her sides. The warrior placed her on her feet and goaded the explorer on with her spear, prodding her buttocks.

“Move, main course!” the Hippidion said. “This is getting me hungry!”

“You can’t eat me!” Daring Do protested as she stumbled forth, unable to walk normally. “That’s cannibalism!” Her rump swung back and forth and her tail whipped up and down by her way of movement.

Entranced by Daring’s swaying buttocks, the Hippidion didn’t answer for a moment, but took the opportunity to stab each buttock with her fortunately rather blunt spear.

“Oh, it can’t be cannibalism when we’re not even the same species!” she said merrily.

“You’re... very... educated... for a... stone age tribesmare!” Daring Do growled as she stumbled forward, rubbing her limbs together and sweating heavily.

“Uh... silence, dinner!” said the Hippidion and pushed her forward. The explorer almost stumbled to the ground, but her tormentor succeeded in grabbing her. The Hippidion repositioned herself beside Daring Do and dragged her along through the jungle.

“I’m sentient! You still can’t eat people! In fact, I’m certain you’re herbivores, so you shouldn’t eat meat anyway!”

“Didn’t I tell you do be silent?” the Hippidion growled. “The Masters ate those lesser than themselves, and the Masters taught us everything! Hence, eating others must be a good thing!”

“The Masters?” said the explorer, her curiosity overcoming her desperation for a moment.

“The Masters built the city and the temple,” the Hippidion intoned as she dragged her prisoner towards a square wood thing in a clearing. Daring Do noticed a fire burning nearby... and a huge pot placed on the fire!

“They taught us everything... how to speak, how to make fire, how to grow the sacred cacao,” the Hippidion continued as she dragged Daring Do to the crude wooden altar. Daring Do noticed a series of pots, pans and wooden kitchen tools next to it. She felt a chill despite her sweating as her limbs continued to rub against each other.

That’s it... The City of Xetlaxoxoa was a llama colony... they enslaved the Hippidions... and when they were ‘’struck down by the Gods’’ as the donqyestador documents said, the slaves weren’t affected! Because they hadn’t done anything to anger the “Gods”! But the Hippidions... they continued as best as they could... keeping as much of the customs of their Masters as they could... Daring Do’s scholarly part of the brain had taken over, as the other parts were paralysed by fear... or other emotions, as the constant rubbing of limbs caused her loins to catch fire again.

Including, she thought as she was roughly thrown down on the altar-cum-preparation table, eating people!

“Oof!” Rainbow Dash grunted as she was dropped on the altar and her shirt ripped off by her captor.

“Oh sorry!” Twilight said as her skull-painted face was overtaken by worry.

“It’s okay, keep going, it’s great!” Rainbow Dash mumbled.

“Okay!” Twilight whispered and once again untied and retied her prisoner - Rainbow Dash had noted “AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!” on the possibility of being tied up during their sex game. This time she tied foreleg to hindleg on each side, almost down at the fetlocks, and splayed Rainbow Dash out, almost painfully.

“You can use... magic... y’know...” Rainbow Dash stage whispered.

“Mmf hkay,” Twilight said with rope between her teeth. “I wanna be a cavepony. Your savage captor.” As she moved, she got Rainbow Dash’s right hindleg between her own hindlegs, and rubbed against it.

“You’re a very horny savage,” Rainbow Dash snickered.

“You wouldn’t bucking believe!” Savage Twilight growled. “You got to cum you bad prisoner!”

“Have some sex then,” Rainbow Dash said. “C’mon and ravish me!” She tried to wriggle her hips.

“No, haveta prepare our juicy...” Twilight licked Rainbow Dash’s sweaty chest... “Plump...” she bit Rainbow Dash’s belly lightly... “Sweet... dinner....” she mumbled as she started to nibble Rainbow Dash’s teats and pussy, which was already pretty wet by itself.

“Are you having me raw?!” Rainbow Dash groaned as Twilight moved over her, then suddenly twirled around and sat down on her prisoner’s muzzle.

“I have to shut you up while I tenderize your best parts,” Twilight panted before she started eating her out.

Giving head wasn’t really Rainbow Dash’s specialty, and getting half-suffocated wasn’t a big turn-on despite her love of being in danger. On the other hand, she really wanted to give something back to Twilight Sparkle, and being immobilized and sexually stimulated was right up there among her top of fantasies.

She tried to do her best with her tongue and muzzle, but it was a bit difficult. Twilight kept rubbing herself so she couldn’t really keep up, with Twilight’s tail (tied up in some way near the base, with feathers and trinkets hanging from it) whipping her head. In addition, she wasn’t getting enough air as it was, snapping the few breaths she could when she should have moved her muzzle. Finally, unlike her Twilight was actually really good at this, and her eyes kept glazing over from horniness. It was hard serving others when being served.

Suddenly, she felt fresh air on her face, and a hoof lifted up Twilight’s butt from her face.

“Ease up, darling, you might suffocate her!” Rarity said. Her painted face looked down with concern at Rainbow Dash, whose muzzle was stained with sweat, tears and vaginal juices.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” she panted happily. “I’m almost... cumming... again!”

Rarity’s face changed to cruel and savage again.

“Oh we cannot have that, evil pastelcoat!” she snickered. “You’re supposed to be tortured! Step down, faithful warrior!”

Twilight climbed down, wiping vaginal juices and saliva off her muzzle.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be,” said Rarity and gave her a kiss with lots of tongue, “I loved watching you! But the kettle is getting hot - let’s prepare the main ingredient!”

How? Rainbow thought, suddenly nervous.

Exhausted, Daring Do lay sweating on the altar, her legs splayed out and tied up, her wings spread under her. Her main captors, the chieftain and the warrior, circled around the altar, swaying their hips to the drums that had begun again. She could see the shadows of the rest of the tribe move around her to the same rhythm.

“Do you ponies... always dance... when you cook?” she panted.

She didn’t get an answer, but the warrior took a jar from the ground and poured the contents over Daring, starting at her nether parts, dribbling upwards and emptying the last over her face.

“Oof, hey, my eyes... this is honey!” the explorer sputtered.

The warrior mare stopped and started spreading the honey over her belly and chest, then up in her face, rubbing her cheeks and muzzle, stopping to lick and kiss her.

“Can’t have your bitterness in the dish,” she said as she licked honey off her own muzzle, then kissed Daring again as her hooves moved downwards and started to rub the honey into her slit, her clit and her teats. Daring gasped as heat shot up her loins again. The Hippidion rose again, grinning, and swayed to the rhythm rearing on two legs. With one front hoof she sloppily rubbed in the honey on Daring Do’s upper body, with another she rubbed her own slit, obviously aroused by the act.

The chieftain, meanwhile, lifted several smaller jars. One by one she opened them, sniffed them, and then bit her prisoner. On the ear, on the cheek, on a leg, in the belly, in her clit... tasting her, then back to the jars. Finally satisfied, she settled for two of them, and went back to dancing around her dinner, now and then sprinkling Daring Do with her selected spices.

As a small cloud landed on the explorer’s muzzle, she sneezed.

“Aren't those spices a bit hot for a chocolate dish?” she gasped.

“Delicious!” the chieftain said, and purring as a big jungle cat she bit Daring Do on the muzzle. She stood up, swaying her hips.

“I call her face! I’m the chieftain!” she shouted out to the rest of the herd. She bowed down and whispered in Daring’s ear: “I can’t wait to eat your face!” She forced a kiss on the explorer, and when their tongues met, Daring bit her. She pulled back and for a second looked afraid, then laughed out loud and stood up again.

“I want her to be still alive when she is served!” she shouted. “I want... hey, what are you doing?”

The other warrior had been licking honey from Daring Do’s nether parts while working her own nether parts with what looked like a big ladle.

“Uhm...” she stood up blushing under her skull paint, “Too much honey on the pussysteak! Just... didn’t want to waste any of it!”

“Hm,” said the chieftain. “Let’s see.” She nibbled on said part of Daring Do’s body in a most frustrating way. “Needs more spices!”

She sprinkled a very small amount from a jar on the offending area and rubbed it in, as Daring Do shouted out. The chieftain then took another nibble.

“Better!” she said grinning. Then she bowed down to Daring Do, who was blushing deeply but had tears in her eyes. “Don’t you think so as well, dinner?”

“Be locked... in Tartaros!” Daring Do mumbled through clenched teeth.

The other warrior tasted the steak as well.

“Uhm, chief, I think she came again...” she said, licking her muzzle.

“You’re sure you okay, darling?” said Chieftain Rarity, bowing down over Rainbow Dash. Twilight the Savage stood on the other side and was equally worried.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Rainbow Dash babbled. “Hay that hurt! But...”

“You, erh, came,” said Twilight.

“I thought it wasn’t the pain, it was... nevermind, I’m fine!” Rainbow Dash said.

The drums started again and the two unicorns shifted their faces and postures to the roleplay.

“Wait, wait - RED!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

The safeword got the others back to their normal selves.

“Yes?” said Rarity.

“I’ll need to be untied or all my legs will fall off, I can feel that now,” Rainbow Dash said.

Two unicorns’ magic quickly removed the bonds.

“And y’know, in the story, I’m so weak now you don’t need to tie me up,” the pegasus said as she lay panting on the “altar”. “Thanks for padding this, by the way.” She knocked on the cloth-clad structure.

“Drink some water,” said Rarity and forced a bowl to her lips. “You too, Twilight dear. You’re losing a lot of fluids.”

Twilight blushed and took the bowl after Rainbow Dash.

“I’m sorry you haven’t got any... y’know, sex yet,” she said to Rarity. Rarity smiled.

“I get really horny just by this, don’t you worry,” she said. Both her sex partners blushed. “And I’m not really into pain at all, but being spit on and having my tongue bit... well, having such a strong submissive as you, darling, is soooooo sexy! It makes me feel strong!”

“Thanks,” said Rainbow Dash. “Erh, should we start again? Before the honey curdles in my coat or whatever?”

“Alright,” smiled Rarity. At a wave of energy from her horn, the drums started pounding.

“It’s time to stuff you, little morsel,” said the chieftain and looked at the worn-out prisoner as the other warrior rubbed honey and spices into her back and wings.

“Stuff... how... what?” Daring Do groaned, then she started to giggle. The areas under a pegasus’ wings are both ticklish and erogenous zones (the reason for the myth of the “wingboner”). The warrior rubbing her with honey and seasoning her seemed to know this, and took special delight in these areas.

“I see you will like it!” said the chieftain and plunked down a basket of fruit and berries next to Daring Do’s face. “Fruits taste well boiled inside a living wing-pony!”

She started pushing slices of fruit and berries into Daring Do’s face, almost faster than she could chew. Fruit juice dripped out and squirted over her chest, neck and face. She was about to protest, but pressure on her sides caused her to giggle and open her mouth, spilling mashed fruit over herself.

“Clumsy dinner!” the chieftain scowled, and then she ate the fruit off her. “Can’t you chew, you foal?”

She picked up a slice of fruit with her mouth.

“No, but - URGHL!” Daring Do was silenced when the chieftain pressed her muzzle against hers. She passed over half-chewed fruit and berries with a deep, heartfelt kiss, as her hooves rubbed all over the prisoner’s body. Daring Do found one of her hooves pressed close to the cannibal chieftain’s sex and as if in trance started to rub it clumsily.

Maybe if I do this well, these nymphomaniacs won’t kill me! she suddenly thought. She perked up and started answering the kiss at the same time as she vigorously started to seriously masturbate her captor.

The cannibal chieftain had to pause to moan, then she started to stuff her captive with fruit again. Her smoldering eyes looked into Daring Do’s and the explorer started to feel hopeful. Then the chieftain broke up, lifted her head and lick her muzzle.

“Start stuffing the other end,” she told the warrior, who rose from her rubbing Daring Do’s wings with a grin.

“As you command, oh big chief!” she said and started fiddling with something outside Daring Do’s field of vision.

“Hey, ‘my other end’, what -” she begun saying before she was silenced by a horny muzzle full of fruit.

As she was pulled back into being forcefed fruit by the cavemare she was masturbating (a sentence Daring Do had never even considered would one day be applied to her) she saw the other warrior come back into her line of sight. She held something very much like a... pumpkin baster for Hearts and Hooves day. Except the tip looked very much like a... stallion’s cock.

She tried to protest, but her mouth was full and the warrior left her field of vision. She could feel something being spurted into her sex and rubbed all over her groin, as hooves started to massage it.

“Ooh, what a nice pussy you have, pastelcoat!” the other cannibal cooed from down her side of the preparations. “I’m sure it will fit lots of stuffing!”

I always knew I would die in an outrageous way, thought Daring Do, but this takes the cake!

Rainbow Dash had used a dildo before, as well as some improvised implements when she was a filly. It was nice and all, even if just vaginal stimulation wasn’t enough for her just like for many mares.

Here she didn’t only have Twilight provide ample stimulation to the areas outside the pussy proper, there was also a special feeling with the “dildo” constantly spewing whatever fluid it was they were using, most likely cream. It was like having sex with some weird stallion that was constantly cumming, and it was strangely arousing.

How come Twilight’s so good at this? she thought as she kissed Rarity deeply. They had almost stopped pretending stuffing Rainbow Dash now. They were just having a makeout session while Rainbow rubbed Rarity’s pussy and Rarity’s fillyfriend was fucking Rainbow with the world’s weirdest dildo.

Did she learn all this by her reading, or did she and Rarity work out?

It was hard to think, because it was really working.

This is the best fuck ever, Rainbow Dash considered, and she’d had a few. I can never brag about it to anypony though or they will have me and my fuckbuddies committed somewhere!

She was about to have another orgasm and tried to hold back. It was unfair to the others, dammit.

Then she felt something else entering her pussy - not unpleasant, but it wasn’t the weird baster dildo.

She tore herself off from Rarity and looked up to see Twilight, tongue poking out from her mouth, carefully “sealing” her stuffed pussy with a peeled banana. Sure, almost all of the “stuffing” had of course poured out again and back on the cloth-covered fucktable, but it was the thought that counts.

“I think she’s full, big chief, so I thought I could join you before we put her in the pot,” Twilight said and smiled. “I think her other hoof also need some, uhm, cum seasoning.”

Both Rarity and Rainbow Dash laughed.

“No,” said Rainbow Dash. “The dinner needs more stuffing!”

“What?” said Twilight.

“I’ve got two holes down there,” she said.

“Your anus?” said Rarity. “Are you really sure, I mean...?”

“Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “I know, it’s mostly something stallions think everypony will like, no prostate, yadda yadda. But that’s not it. It’s the humiliation!”

“You sure?” Twilight said, looking uneasy.

“If it’s okay with you, yeah,” Rainbow Dash said. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, Miss Egghead Cannibal. If anypony can make anal sex fun for a mare, it’s you.”

“O-okay,” said Twilight, bent down, and carefully began filling the device and rubbing Rainbow Dash’s ass.

Rainbow Dash pulled back her other lover.

“Come on, keep stuffing this end,” she whispered to Rarity. Rarity hesitated, but then she grinned and stuffed her face with berries again.

As their muzzles met, Rainbow Dash heard Twilight mumble something about “better shrink this”. There was a brief flash of purple magic, and right after that the pegasus felt something enter her ass. Oh it hurt, but she had been right, it was a good hurt. She groaned and leaned back, concentrating on helping Rarity having some fun and holding back that orgasm. It felt... disloyal to her friends and now lovers to grab all the pleasure.

It was a lost cause.

“Mmm, yesss...” said the cannibal chieftain as she rubbed Daring Do’s swollen belly. “Stuff the little bird, fill her all up...”

Against herself, Daring Do shuddered from an orgasm, tears in her eyes.

Damn it, I need to think straight or I’m done for! she thought as the warrior stuffing her ass pulled out the diabolical instrument of her pleasure and pain. Then the frowning cannibal poked in a second peeled banana in a second hole. Daring Do screamed into a muzzle filled with mashed fruit.

“She’s done, chief,” said the cannibal and stood up, sweat and other fluids having caused her skull warpaint to run.

“Mmm, good!” said the chieftain, her own warpaint equally mushed, and smiled. “Time to garnish the bird and get her in the pot!”

Exhausted, Daring barely resisted as she was tied with a simple rope holding her forelegs and wings down. Some vines from which hung berries and flowers were twirled around her body, limbs and neck, and her captors poked some sprigs of herbs and flowers in her mane.

Then they half walked, half carried her over to the big pot and dumped her in. She prepared herself to be scalded to death, but it turned out the broth wasn’t even simmering yet. It was more like a hot bath, in fact. As her head almost got under the surface the brown broth splashed up on her nose and muzzle. The taste and smell made it clear that it was, indeed, something very much like hot chocolate, and the fruit-stuffed and honey-drenched explorer was apparently a marshmallow.

The two chief cannibals looked at her and smiled impishly, while the rest of the herd gathered around the pot. Daring Do heard the drums shift melodies.

“Looks delicious!” said the warrior and licked her muzzle.

“Something’s missing...” said the chief, and shouted some orders. She was quickly given Daring Do’s pith helmet from the trophy place and wound a garland of flowers around the brim. Meanwhile, her second-in-command fetched the big ladle and started vigorously stirring the chocolate. The ladle found its way under Daring’s butt and legs, as if she wanted to prevent her from being stuck to the bottom. This was rather ridiculous as the pot wasn’t that hot yet. The cannibal was either overzealous or took pleasure in rubbing the ladle against the explorer’s banana-stuffed nether par, Daring Do thought as she moaned and drooled.

The chieftain, with a pleased sigh, got up and plopped down the helmet on Daring Do’s head.

“Look, much better!” she said and grinned. “Now we’ll just let you cook until tender, intruder!”

“You... don’t do this!” Daring Do shouted hoarsely. “Please...”

The chieftain clicked her tongue. “We can’t have you babbling and disturb us!”

“Easily fixed!” said the warrior and wedged a big red and green fruit - An unripe mango! Mmmf! - behind the explorer’s teeth.

Daring Do just grunted angrily.

“See! No disturbance!” said the warrior and smiled.

“No disturbance...” said the chieftain and kissed her.

Then she reared up and shouted: “Let’s have some dancing! Let’s celebrate our fine dinner!”

The herd took her up on her offer, wildly dancing around the pot, and Daring Do leaned back in despair.

This is it, Daring... boiled alive and then eaten alive, if their leader get what she wants, she thought glumly.

However, after a while she noted that while now and then a tribesmare would jump out of the whirling dance and taste the broth, poke her with a fork, pour broth over her with the ladle, dust her with more spices or similar things, nopony seemed to remember to stoke the fire. If anything, the chocolate was getting cooler. It was distinctly similar to a relaxing bath, in fact.

Not long after Daring Do had noted that, her hopes rising, the joyous dance turned first more lascivious, then into actual sex. With the leaders who had caught her the first to go, rutting mouth to sex on the grass right in front of the pot, the rest of the herd followed suit.

Well, that’s also a way to work up an appetite, she mused as she worked on freeing herself. It’s hard to tie up an ungulate if you leave their mouth free, and she easily chewed and spit out the fruit. Then, partially using her trusty hat, she carved off the vines and rope which held her and prepared to climb out of the pot. Before she did, and before she quickly slunk off between the herd made oblivious to their surroundings by high-quality rutting, she made a tough decision. She put her hat floating in the pot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come after you once I’ve got reinforcements!” she whispered, and then she slipped off into the jungle.

After an hour or so the chieftain got up to actually watch the dinner and, seeing the pith helmet floating on the surface, pouted.

“Aww, I wanted to eat the intruder alive!” she said. “Well, at least I can get a first taste...”

She started to root around the pot with the ladle, but found nothing. Her lover rose from the grass and rubbed her forehead.

“Did she melt?” she said, confused.

“No!” the chieftain shrieked. “She’s escaped! NOPONY escapes me! Summon the herd! We’ve got to catch her again!”

Meanwhile, a far distance away, Daring Do was almost ready to fly again. Unfortunately, she was surrounded by hungry bugs attracted to her sweet-smelling coat. “Oh damn! Seems this won’t be an easy journey... Well, at least I won’t need to eat for a couple of days...” She sighed and patted her over-full belly.

The three lovers were sitting by a nice stream in Whitetail Woods, the “chocolate pot” now heating water with the small magical heating unit under it (this time with no fake fire around it). The two unicorns were rubbing off chocolate and honey from Rainbow Dash, who tried to return the favour by wiping off their warpaint and Hippidion makeup.

“This, was awesome!” said Rainbow Dash. “It was the most corny thing I’ve done, but it was awesome.”

“You were wonderful yourself, darling,” said Rarity who blew her sweat-drenched mane out of her face.

“It would have been even cornier if I’d let Rarity make more decisions,” said Twilight, grinning as she telekinetically preened Rainbow Dash’s feathers. “She was going all Pinkie there a while...”

“Oh hush, I just found the subject of the fantasy a bit comical, so I treated it like that in the first script!” said Rarity and pouted.

“There would have been chef’s hats and cookbooks on pegasus cooking and menus with your name on it,” said Twilight and grinned more. “We were too civilized for stone age ponies anyway!”

“‘Sauteed Daring Do served alive in own sauce with stuffed genitals’,” Rarity intoned from an imaginary menu.

They laughed together.

“Y’know, what was up with the whole Hippidion thing?” said Rainbow Dash. “Not that I complain, but isn’t that a bit far-fetched?”

“Well, it was Twilight who insisted,” said Rarity and smiled, then got up to check the hot bathwater.

“You see, once we agreed to make this distress about ‘hostile natives’, and not Ahuizotl’s agents or something, I... well, I have problems not making things correct, see?” Twilight said. “That’s part of my fantasy, even if I must say it all started because of incorrect fantasies ponies had about non-ponies... So, we took a people that has been extinct for thousands of years and nopony really knows much about. Then we could make up a complete fantasy!”

“I don’t think they were cannibal chocolate-worshippers, though,” said Rainbow Dash and grinned. Twilight giggled and punched her telekinetically.

“But seriously,” Rainbow Dash said, “I hope you had as much fun as I did. Hay, I’ve never had so many orgasms before when having sex with somepony else, but I don’t know if any of you got to cum!”

“I did!” said Twilight happily.

“Strangely enough, I did as well,” said Rarity. “Strangely, because not only was this game made up from the fantasies of you two ponies, not mine, but when you’re dominant, it’s not uncommon you walk away from a session without orgasming.”

“It isn’t?” said Rainbow Dash.

“Not in the experience of us two,” said Rarity. “Not that all our little games are S&M, quite the opposite. But when they are, I’ve found that you have to spend a lot of attention on your submissive partner, and then it can be hard to get off yourself.”

“Oh,” said Rainbow Dash. “Sorry!”

“Don’t be!” said Rarity and smiled warmly. “You get so much from making your sub happy. Besides, this time I really did get off! Not only are you a very sexy mare, Rainbow Dash, but I and my fillyfriend got to work together! That was wonderful!”

She hugged Twilight Sparkle, who hugged her back.

“Now, Rainbow Dash, I think you should have a hot bath and then a dip in the stream!” Twilight said and pointed to the pot.

“Oh no, I’m not going down into a boiling pot again even when asked by Equestria’s two sexiest cannibals!” said Rainbow Dash and grinned.

“What if we go down first?” said Rarity and grinned back. “The pot’s made for large family dinners... it will fit all of us.”

“Won’t it be cramped?” said Twilight and looked at the pot.

Rarity rubbed her muzzle against her.

“I’ve not had any after-sex snuggling with you two yet, darling,” she said.

“Okey, okey, I get your drift!” said Rainbow Dash. “But there’s one more thing before we get down and not dirty.”

“And what would that be?” said Rarity.

“Would any of you fillies like a banana?” said Rainbow Dash and spread her hind legs.

Many thanks to my proofreader, Lurks-No-More, and to Siansaar at deviantArt; he draw a short and crazy series called Cakes and Cannibals which inspired this.