Daring Do and Rainbow Dash and the Trials of Temptation
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Chapter 5
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"Lunch?", asked Twilight with a bemused face, "Sure, just grab something from the kitchen."

Rainbow Dash may have imagined the dinner date, but the reading was real. The room was lit by the midday sun shining in through the open windows, and not the flicker of a roaring fire, but Dash was, by this point, willing to take what she could get.

Twilight's cupboards were almost bare, devoid of most forms of food. Dash knew Twilight ate out a lot, and got Spike to make almost everything else, but even she had more in stock, even if that was mostly in the form of leftover pizza. Twilight didn't even have that.

What she did have was some rather dry looking grass - not, Dash noted, hay, just dried out grass, as if it'd been sitting there for weeks - and a small pile of cheap gems. Rainbow Dash wasn't sure which one looked more appetizing. Maybe she could skip lunch just this once.

Her thought stream was interrupted by an embarrassed squeak from the front room. Twilight had reached the pudding trap.

"Dash", she called, "is this what I think it is?"

"Uh-huh, you like it?"

"...pudding?"

"Just... keep reading"

Dash slipped back into the kitchen, leaving the blushing purple unicorn to finish the chapter. Twilight liked it. Right? Of course she liked it. She had to like it. Everything rested on her liking it. Everything.

Without food to keep her occupied, and with the possibility of seeing two dreams crash around her ears very soon, Dash had trouble keeping calm. It was going to be alright, she told herself, over and over in the hope she'd believe it. It wasn't helping - she felt trapped, like she needed to fly. It was a familiar feeling to any Pegasus, they all felt it as children, and it took years to completely prune that part of their evolutionary heritage, but even then it could return in times of great stress.

"Okay, Dash, I'm done!" called the focal point of Dash's stresses and strains, her voice floating through the room. Steeling herself and hoping against hope, Dash pulled herself together, on the outside at least, and walked into the room.

"What... what'd you think, Twi?"

"Pudding? Seriously? It was going so well, but the pudding doesn't even make sense! How can there be fresh pudding in there after thousands of years? Why would there be pudding there at all? Did you think that through at all?" she exclaimed, her voice growing shriller as she went.

'going so well'

Approval! Success! Victory! Dash danced a little dance in the air, revelling in Twilight's praise, while part of her brain slowly worked on decoding the rest.

"Dash, that wasn't a good thing, it'll be difficult to rescue this! I, of course, am happy to help, if you want" Twilight continued, baffled at Dash's reaction.

Again, Dash heard only what she really wanted to hear. 'a good thing', 'I, of course, am happy to help'. Twilight liked it, and she wanted to collaborate on more!

"Now?" eagerly queried Dash, ready to spend more time with the surely almost seduced purple pony. Nobody could resist The Dash forever.

"Sure, I have a report due for the princess in a few days, but really I need Spike's help to categorise all the different frogs anyway" Twilight agreed, pulsing her horn and summoning her personal writing pot and quill. "Now, shall we rewrite the last chapter?"

"Nah, let's just keep going!" disagreed the dubious Dash, deciding to press on determinedly.

"Well, how about I write a bit, and you tell me what you think?" Twilight said, smiling sweetly at Dash and dipping her quill into the ink. Dash didn't really hear what she said, too busy looking at the pretty face and the smooth smile. She smiled back and nodded.

Daring Do drew her gaze across the room, spotting ancient statues lining the walls of the long, thin room. More pressingly, she noted that, save for the foot wide bridge spanning the gap between the two ends, the pit between the two sides appeared bottomless.

This was, of course, no issue for a team of Pegasi - or at least, wouldn't be if their wings weren't so caked in pudding that they were incapable of flight. Still, their natural agility, combined with years of skill and training should make a simple bridge an easy task.

As she took a careful step forward, Do felt a sharp pain in her neck, and a great force pull her back. An instant later, a great metal blade sliced through the air mere inches from her nose, the air current almost knocking the hat clean off of her head.

"Celestia, Do, be careful!", Dash exclaimed, spitting the hairs out of her mouth after letting go of Daring Do's mane, having just saved her ilfe. Again.

"So, what do you think, Dash?" Twilight asked, with wide, hopeful eyes. Nopony had ever seen Twilight's fan fictions before. Apart from that one time, but Twilight took care of that - just so long as she never had to tell anybody why exactly she knew the Want It Need It spell off by heart, nobody would ever find out.

"That's pretty great, Twi" Dash lied, the gorgeous author being more interesting to her than her work.

"Why don't you write the next bit, then? We could collaborate! Oh, we could have a pen name even! Rainbow Sparkle! No, that doesn't work..."

"Spike seemed pretty good with names, why not ask him?" Dash suggested, taking Twilight's quill in her mouth and savouring her taste and smell. The scent of lavender filled her nostrils, and the quill tasted basically like a quill, but it was Hers.

"Oh, Dash, you saved me!" shouted Daring Do over the sound of the huge blades slicing along the bridge, before diving forward and holding Dash close in a tight embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Rainbow" she whispered.

"We'll never get across that bridge, Do! We need our wings!" remarked Dash, stating what was blatantly obvious to the duo. "Come on, I'll do you, you do me" she suggested. Daring Do was only too happy to comply, stretching out her wing, feeling the cracking and popping of the dried pudding breaking and snapping.

While Dash's mind couldn't remember the temptations of the room before, her body could, easily getting back into an intimate mood as she wove her tongue over her companion's sodden wing. Even dried, the pudding had a powerful effect, and soon Dash's licking grew from slow and deliberate to impassioned and powerful. Daring Do, much like the chocolate, melted under Dash's touch, her legs giving way and leaving her to rest on the cold floor.

Neither pony was quite sure why Pegasus wings were so sensitive, nor why sensation on them felt so good. Some theorised it was to make flight seem more important to younger ponies, but others thought that, like so many other things, it was simply because it felt good. Daring Do, were she capable of vocalising anything between Dash's rough cleaning licks, would not have disagreed on the last point.

Rainbow Dash's frantic licking quickly cleansed one of Do's wings, but her mind had long since forgotten what she was there for, and her licking continued down onto the yellow body, Do's pleasure lessening slightly as Dash left the pleasurable wings.

"Daaah-Dash", Daring Do gasped, "My other wing!"

Rainbow Dash wasn't so far gone she couldn't recognise a command when she heard one, and her attentions quickly turned to the Pegasus' other wing, still caked in yet more of the delicious, maddening chocolate.

"What the hay, Dash?" Twilight exclaimed as she read over Dash's work, blushing profusely with a mixture of embarrassment and, much as she was so ashamed she would never admit it, arousal. Mostly embarrassment.

It was a sign, Dash knew! Strong reactions probably meant Twilight liked it! The scene grew still as adrenaline began to flood her body, and her chest grew tight as she knew the time was right. Dash's body was on overdrive, her senses running almost as fast as they did during supersonic flight. She could see everything - the way the light reflected off of Twilight's mane as it moved almost imperceptibly during each of Twilight's breaths. The scent of her cheap lavender shampoo almost undetectable in the air. The sweet sound of her heavy breathing. One last smell was new to her, but she'd smelled similar smells to know exactly where it was coming from. Twilight was ready.

With a beat of her wings, Dash darted forward, turning her head in mid air and matching the shape of Twilight's mouth, already opening in surprise. She kissed her.