“Well, flying, mostly, but definitely something physical. And I don’t like waiting around for stuff. I just want to jump in and do it right away.”

A lot of tropical drink went down the wrong way and Quibble had to cough it up. “How physical?” he asked cautiously, eyes still streaming. “How right away?”

Dashie's being Oblivious to Love again, eh?

...and she knew about them because both Rarity and Twilight had been reading a book called Fifty Shades of Neigh. They both hated it...

*snerk!*

“I’m saying,” Dash said, and hesitated, “I’m saying I’d be up for it.”

Oooh, she really does like him ...

Great work! I love how you write Quibble.

I haven't even gotten to the sex scene and you already get a fave and a thumbs up from me.

Great use of marshmallows!

Always a fan of consensual bondage and I really love how IC Quibble is.

I once flew straight into a huge pile of rocks on purpose because I said I would

holy shit, i laughed out loud at this, and i rarely do that with stories.

I'm so confused. :| Good job, tho.

“Are you kidding?” said Quibble, waving one hoof in front of him as he talked. “The Daring Do novels are loaded with kinky subtext!”

Oddly enough, that's actually sort of accurate. And yes, believe it or not, the Daring Do books are real novels you can buy and read yourself. Well, three of them are anyway . . . starting at what's supposedly book #8. HASBRO!!! Why you do this!???

Well anyway, the following is a direct quote from "Daring Do and the Marked Thief of Marapore"

The next morning, Daring Do awoke before dawn to find that her body was stiffer than a board on a pirate ship's plank. It was as if each wing and limb had been bound with rope and tied to a sand-bag. Though it was the first time in weeks she'd had a full night of sleep, it wasn't restful.
She tossed and turned throughout the night, her mind hijacked by a disturbing dream that she'd been surrounded by hundreds of little animals crying out for her. She'd tried to shake the odd feeling it gave her, but she could still imagine their fuzzy faces and watery eyes. "Save us, Daring Do!"
they pleaded. The plea mixed with that of the stranger's and swirled above her head like a gray rain cloud.

A sliver of morning light began to peek through the burlap curtains. Daring was about to go draw a hot bath to loosen up before she took off again, when a jar on the nightstand caught her attention. It was the hide ointment that had been left behind in room three. "No time for a bath," she thought. "This will do perfectly to ease my aching muscles until I can relax. She scooped out a generous portion of the oily green goop and slathered it on her green-and-gold compass rose cutie mark. It smelled a bit sour. Daring looked at the jar again. Nothing on the bottle indicated it had gone bad. She shrugged.

She rubbed the stuff in and made sure that it soaked into her flank and hind legs. A moment later, a tingling sensation took over, and she was able to stretch and walk once more. Daring Do was back in action.

I'm not the only one who sees some kinky subtext here . . . am I?