> Daring Wakeup > by RainbowBob > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1: Things Are About To Get Steamy > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I opened my eyes, then immediately regretted when the sun's rays shot into my eyes like a cannonball. The force of the blast caused me to wince at the suddenly violent wave of agony that pierced my head. Then, what felt like a constant beat of a hammer driving a spike into my frontal lobe quickly took a turn for the worse as that hammer gots its friends to join in on the merriment of beating my skull to a bloody pulp. So a particularly bad hangover was what I got to wake up to. Whoopy. Waiting for at least a minute for the pain to die away—then having to accept the miserable fact that it wouldn’t—I ever so slowly peeled my eyelids back. While the excruciating pain of opening my eyes to the unforgiving light was pure torture, I knew from past experience I just had to stallion up and deal with it. After several minutes passed my eyes adjusted to the light. Not that it improved my alcohol induced migraine or mood, anyways. Though at least I finally had a chance to observe my surroundings. Let’s see… the first thing I saw was a partly opened curtain that let in some of the rays from Celestia’s sun to antagonize me. Note to self: close all curtains before falling unconscious from booze abuse. The next thing to note was that I was most likely in a cheap motel of some sort. Tacky wallpaper, windows that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in years, and a grimy carpet that seemed to have not been cleaned for even longer. At least it was someplace I was used to waking up in. Even the best of athletes had to make do with a shithole or two in his career. Or a dozen… Slapping my dry mouth to the point of cracking lips together, I attempted to acquire enough saliva to wet them. No luck, since my mouth was drier than the gin I guzzled down last night. And boy did it ever leave the worst aftertaste in my mouth after a couple of hours. I sighed, waiting for some resemblance of strength to return to my body so I could heave myself out of the itchy sheets that motel rooms always seemed to provide. I really needed to have some quality control whenever I get plastered for the night. Like… maybe a hotel. Was there really a difference between them? Now I was rambling in my own thoughts. Which certainly wasn’t helping my hangover either. After a hard night of hitting the rocks, I knew this one would last for some time still. Actually… what did happen last night to get me so shitfaced? Mulling over my hazy thoughts, the answer swam and dived out of my grasp like a fish in a river. I remembered the Wonderbolt race I was a part of, winning first place, which led to the after party later in the night where I was celebrated as a champion. Oh wait, that’s right. The after party was where I got drunk off my mind, which was surprising, seeing how I usually act better at formal events than when I’m at the bar. Then, the rest of the night became murky. Free drinks coupled with a dance floor and pretty mares led to me… lowering my inhibitions a smidge. At least to gulp down a couple of shots with the crowd cheering me on, which quickly turned to going topsy-turvy thanks to a kegstand. Dear Celestia, I probably drank my own body weight in booze last night. Groaning, then groaning again at the parchness in my throat causing me to gag, I tried my best to throw off my sheets. But it was all in vain, since I was too twisted in their grip. Grumbling at my fate and the worst to come later on in the day, I at least stretched out to get the blood pumping through my sore muscles from sleeping still all night. Stretching out my wings, I noticed they brushed up against a soft object behind me. And just from the contact it felt warm. It was then that I realized someone was sleeping beside me. With as much strength as I could muster I twisted myself over so I could see who my bedmate was. It was a mare, thank Celestia, so at least I didn’t have to worry about that. Dark yellow coat, multispectral grayscale mane, and a really pretty face to boot. Alright, I scored some last night. The morning was definitely looking better already. Finally managing to throw off my sheets, I fell out of bed and landed with a painful plomp on the floor. Glancing over my shoulder to see if my lover for the night had awakened, I was relieved to see she was still asleep. I knew from past experience that waking up someone who had just as bad as a hangover as yourself was just asking for trouble. I stumbled to the bathroom door, I was relieved to see that a shower was at least available. Better than most, actually. Plenty of square feet, and pretty clean to boot. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, the way my night went was crystal clear. My dark blue mane had the worse case of bedhead I had ever seen, not that it mattered much, since my hair was normally a mess anyways. Though my coat had lost its lusterful blue shine from the night before and now looked ragged and as grimy as the motel carpet. There was dried drool around the corners of my mouth, gunk around the edges of my bloodshot eyes, and overall I looked like hammered shit. First thing’s first: I had to brush my teeth. The stench from my mouth would probably burn off eyebrows if I didn’t take care of that first. Thankfully, a disposable toothbrush and cheap toothpaste was sitting on the counter of the sink. Quickly brushing my teeth and tongue clean of germs and the reek odor of morning breath plus alcohol sitting in the mouth all night, my oral hygiene was set. Now to move onto my bodily hygiene. I stepped into the shower and immediately turned on the water. My mistake, for the icy cold chill that drenched my body nearly killed me in shock. Holding back a scream and a few choice curses, I tried my best to make the water temperature to a more comfortable setting. Sighing in relief once the heat from the falling water hit my coat, I stayed still for a moment, soaking in the warmth to my aching bones. I took a drink from the shower head to quell my thirst. Though the water probably wasn’t the cleanest, it sure did hit the spot in getting me hydrated again. Once I had taken my fill of water, I stood under the shower pondering, collecting my thoughts. What else did someone do in a shower instead of cleaning themselves? Overall, my morning was brightening up. I apparently got lucky last night and taking a drink of some good ol’ water while staying under a shower head was rapidly clearing my hangover. Plus, there was still that mare currently sleeping in the bed. Definitely one of the hotter ones I’ve picked up over my time of late night drinking and painful awakenings. Though for some reason I could swear I’d met her before. I didn’t have many memories from the night, but there was this recollection of something related to that mare and some type of recognition. Maybe she was one of the celebrities that came to the Wonderbolt after party? There were always a couple of those guys hanging around. Or maybe she was a Wonderbolt recruit? I swore she was a pegasus, and with a fine form at that. Sighing, I lifted my head up higher to catch some of the falling water on my face. “So, you going to move over or should I just stay out?” a feminine voice asked behind me. I jumped and nearly slipped on the slick tiled floor right then and there. Glancing back, my bedmate I saw sleeping only minutes before was holding open the shower doors. Now that I got a better look at her, I realized at how sweet a score I got last night she was. Cute face, smoking hot body and a flank that worked real easy on the eyes. “Hey, big guy, eyes up here,” she said, pointing to her muzzle. “So are you going to make some room for me or what?” “I, um… what?” I managed to sputter out. Rolling her eyes, the mare entered anyways and immediately sighed when the blast from the water soaked her coat. “Man, that sure hits the spot.” Glancing sideways, she probably noticed my still confused expression and asked, “What’s with you? Why are you staring at me like that?” “I’m… just surprised, is all,” I said, backing up against the wall of the shower. Even with the two of us in there, there was still some room to move around in. “Well, I heard you getting up and turning the shower on, so I thought I might as well as freshen up myself.” Flicking her wet mane back, she beamed me a smug grin. “You don’t mind, do you?” My eyes didn’t mind, that’s for sure. The way her soaking wet coat clung to her luscious curves was a real treat to see. Already I could feel a hardening developing in my groin. “Why of course not, Miss…” “Daring Do,” she answered me, pointing to her compass rose cutie mark on her ample ass. “If the cutie mark didn’t make it obvious.” Looking at her flank in curiosity and some other perverted reason for a few moments, it took a few seconds for this information to sink in. When it finally did, I snapped my face back up to her eyesight and asked, “Wait, the Daring Do? The world famous explorer and popular adventure series author?” “Who else?” she said, breaking out into a giggle. “And you’re Soarin, right?” “You know who I am?” I asked in shock. Even though I was in the Wonderbolts, Spitfire was the star of the team and usually got the glory that went along with it. Most ponies don’t even recognize me when I’m out of uniform. “Well, you did win that race yesterday, right?” She stuck out her tongue, which I had to admit looked quite adorable. “Plus, I heard everypony at the after party scream out your name over and over again at the kegstand.” “Oh yeah…” Looking up at the shower, then back to the stunningly gorgeous mare before me, then down at my hooves, I asked, “So… did we do it last night?” Daring Do nodded. “Sure did, big boy. Surprised you didn’t remember it, seeing how...” My eyes widened as she meandered off of the sentence, not finishing. “Seeing how I what?” I asked desperately. “Seeing how you pounded me senseless all night long,” she answered, moving closer to me so that out muzzles bumped together. “Got to admit, that was the best drunk sex I ever had.” “Really?” I asked, a bit elated at such a welcoming compliment. She tapped her chin. “Well… I don’t usually remember most of the drunk sex I’ve had, but what I do recall couldn’t compare to that.” “Wow, um… thanks!” I said. My cheeks heated up from a mix of pride and having such a stunning mare to close before me. “I should be the one thanking you, big boy,” Daring said, edging closer and closer to me, driving me right into the wall. Running a hoof down the wet scruff of my neck, she smiled. “It’s not every night I have a good time with such a classy stallion.” “O-oh, think nothing of it,” I assured her. The coldness of the wall did nothing to alleviate the hardening of my wings being pressed against them. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it is all.” “You know what I’d really enjoy right about now?” she whispered. I gulped, my wings feeling like they were turning to stone. “Wh-what?” “If you’d be willing to wash my mane,” Daring said. She pointed to the bottle of shampoo at the shower shelf against the wall. “I just have such a tricky time washing all of it by my lonesome. Would you be a gentlestallion and help me out?” “Oh… uh, sure thing,” I said, disappointment evident in my tone of voice. Grabbing the bottle, I squirted a bit into my hoof and turned back to her. “So do you—” I immediately squirted the entire contents of the bottle on my hoof in surprise when I felt an unfamiliar hoof rubbing my dick. Looking down, I discovered Daring going for a reach around underneath me and making quick work at working on my hardening shaft. Looking back up at me with a wide grin plastered on her wet face, she said, “So, I was thinking while you wash my mane, I’d give you a treat as well.” “T-treat?” I said, my back legs shaking at the pleasurable feel of her hoof along my length. Daring smiled darkly up at me. “Well, I’m not a mare to be selfish while such a hardworking dick is left unattended.” Pushing at my neck, she forced me to lay with my back against the wall while she continued to make my ever growing cock bigger and harder with her swift hoofwork. “Now, if you do a really good job and my mane is extra clean, I’ll give you a special reward.” That sly wink when she said the word ‘reward’ made my wings poof out in excitement. Staring down at my slong getting a quite enjoyable hoofjob while the water from above beat down on it, I got to quick work on washing her mane. Because getting a special reward after a getting a hoofjob could only mean more good things to come. Lathering her mane with the extra shampoo I had in my hoof, I set to work on scrubbing her hair. Both of my hooves washed and rubbed through her mane, moving my hooves in a circular pattern to get the best amount of soapy suds buildup. While I was doing this, Daring managed to get my shaft at full erection with enough fast rubbing of her hooves. Smiling at the impressiveness of my size, she slowly leaned her head forward to get a quick lick from the tip. “Mmmm… Such a shame I didn’t get to try a taste of it last night,” she commented, running her tongue slowly up and down the bottom of my shaft. Returning at the head and giving her tongue a swirl around, Daring looked back up at me and grinned. “At least I have ample time to enjoy it now.” “Hngh… t-take you time,” I told her, my dick practically throbbing with joy to get licked again. Nodding her head, Daring returned to lapping at the tip of my shaft, while her hooves were at work fondling my balls. Her tongue rolled along the crown of my member in an excruciatingly slow process, over and over again at an even quickening pace. Her intent at this finally became known when a little of my precum squirt into her open mouth. “Nothing like a little treat before the main feast,” she commented, licking her lips. Lifting my cock upward, she grabbed one of my balls in her teeth and played with it gleefully in her mouth, squeezing at it with her teeth from time to time before spitting it out. “Do you want to blow a load in my mouth, Soarin?” she asked, moving back up to my tip at a leisurely pace with her tongue, intent on licking every square inch of my cock. My face was completely flustered at this point, with my wings pressed against the wall so hard I was sure they’d break. “Y-yes, please,” I muttered, resting my head against the coldness of the wall. “That’d be g-great.” “Then make sure to get my hair extra squeaky clean,” she said, her muzzle at the tip of my enormous cock as she stroked my shaft with her forehooves. Glancing up at me with an innocent smile on her cheeks while her hooves moved up and down quickly on my shaft, she asked, “Because you do want that special reward later, don’t you?” “Y-yeah!” I said eagerly, going back to work scrubbing her mane. “Rewards seem wonderful to me!” “Good,” Daring commented, giving the head of my dick a small kiss. “Because only good boys get the best of rewards.” And with that, she swallowed the tip of my member whole, the hotness of her mouth surrounding it completely. “Dear Celestia…” I murmured, clenching my jaw and willing myself to not to forget to clean her mane. “This is… is… fucking fantastic!” It definitely was one of the best blowjobs I had ever received in my life. Daring’s mouth was the perfect resting stop for my dick to stay in, while her tongue twirled around my shaft like an elegant dancer and squeezed like a constricting snake. With each throb of my dick in her mouth escaped a soft moan from her lips, while her head just sunk lower and lower down my length. “Yeah… shit, yeah, just like that,” I groaned, my hooves rubbing her head harder and harder as her mouth wrapped itself to the entire length of my cock. “Fucking yes, suck me off!” Daring stared back up at me, and I’m sure she would have been smiling if she wasn’t holding my cock between her lips. Closing one eye to avoid soapy bubbles from falling into it, her lips finally touched down at the base of my dick. My entire shaft was enwrapped by the tight warmthness of her mouth, a place I never wanted to leave. Though it was only momentarily, for Daring had lifted her head up halfway, but quickly returned down to deepthroat my length back down her throat. Once she got going, there was no stopping this amazing mare. Headbob after headbob she managed to take in the entire dimensions of my dick into her mouth, all the while sucking and moaning audibly for my pleasure and her own. From how much her wings extended from her back, I could clearly see she was enjoying this just as much as me. I bit my lower lip hard, her pace on my dick quickening. This was made in conjunction with how well her hooves treated my balls, like they were toys she could squeeze and pull at all he wanted to. My hooves clenched at the mane I was cleaning, my endurance reaching its edge. It was like after an all out race to the finish, with me desperately struggling behind to finish in a spectacular fashion. As of right now, my load was going to blow whether I liked to or not. Daring’s eyes widened when her nose touched the base of my dick at full deepthroating, the sudden tense and large throbs coming like a wave from my cock. Tugging at my balls a little harder than usual, it seemed like she was actually holding on when the first squirts of my cum reached her mouth. She moaned with each volley of semen my shaft shot into her mouth. I had no idea how she was able to swallow down the immense amount of sticky, white gooeyness flowing down her throat like a river, but she managed none the less. She gurgled on my semen, tongue desperately reaching out for a taste at my seedy fluids as they entered down her throat. Finally she could hold onto my dick no longer with her mouth and threw her head back and released my cock from her lips, smiling as a stream of cum fell upon her face and open mouth. Daring didn’t stop there, returning to my still unspent dick and lapping at my tip while it squirted cum all along her muzzle and face. “That’s right, big colt, let me have it all,” she demanded, licking, lapping, and drooling while her face became drenched in my seed. With a final sigh of my breath I was finally done riding the last wave of my orgasm. Already the last strings of jizz were done being squirted from my dick, turning Daring’s face a sticky white mess of cum. “Ugh… fuck, that was awesome,” I said. “Like, you were all over the place. Your tongue went places I didn’t even know it could get to!” “Well, I aim to please,” Daring laughed, her smile still having a few strands of my cum sticking there. “Though I guess it’s just my adventurous spirit. When I want something, I go for it no matter what.” “So you wanted me then?” I asked, smiling just as wide as her. “Well, what I wanted was a nicely cleaned mane,” she said, standing up to soak her soapy mane in water. Soap and semen from her face mixed with the water as it fell down the drain. Once it was clear of all soap residue, Daring rubbed at her mane and smiled. “And it looks like you succeeded in that, Soarin. Congrats.” “I just aim to please,” I chuckled. Looking down, I realized with disappointment my erection was becoming flaccid. While Daring’s wings were still erect as ever. Walking close, she stood directly above me, blocking the water from hitting me. “Well, you sure did please me last night, and this morning as well. Things seem to be going your way, big boy.” I stared into her rosy eyes and blushed deeply. “I’m… just lucky, I guess. It’s how I got you, right?” Daring hummed under her breath and tapped her chin. “Well… somewhat it was luck. It sure was lucky of me to be at the same party as you.” “Why did you come to the Wonderbolt after party anyway?” I asked, the question having been bugging me the entire time. I would have asked sooner, but well, there was a smoking hot mare sucking me off not too long ago. You don’t question anything in those types of situations. Daring shrugged, flipping her wet mane out of her eyes. “I had just come back from one of my recent book signing deals, so I headed to the race to unwind a bit. Caught a glimpse of you winning first place.” “Oh, did you now?” I asked, my blush deepening. “It was nothing, really. Usually I get second or third. Guess it was just my lucky day is all.” “I suppose it is.” Moving her muzzle closer, our lips were only inches apart. I could still smell my cum on her breath. “And I suppose it’s still your lucky morning as well.” Her lips touched my own. Hot, slow, and steady. Not unlike how she gave me that hoofjob not too long ago. Daring’s lips—like the rest of her—were quick and exciting, yet slow and… well… daring. I couldn't quite describe how I felt, but the best way to sum it up was with my lips brushing up into her own, searching for an opening while at the same time enjoying the ride along the way. We stayed there for what felt like hours, our lips doing all the talking we needed. The only sound in the shower came from the crescendo of water constantly falling on our bodies and the floor, while the smacks of our lips joining together melted underneath the water. She turned her back to me and slowly settled down atop of me, choosing to rest the softness of her seductive butt over my groin. I could feel my shaft being squeezed by both her cheeks, yet I had no way of glancing down myself. Daring was holding my cheek still, not having ended our passionate kiss just yet as she rested her back on my stomach. Already I could feel my shaft hardening in her ample flank’s grip. Every few seconds she’d clench her cheeks together, rubbing up and down my length to quicken the time for my erection to return. All the while she stayed lock in our kiss, rubbing her hoof lightly across my cheek every few seconds. After a few moments, she broke off from the kiss, moaning lowly as her whole body tensed above me. “Is something wrong?” I asked. She grinned, still wincing as she stared downward. “No… it’s just that I got caught off guard. You’re already inside…” “Oh… oooh, now I get it.” I looked over her shoulder and discovered the tip of my shaft poking into her sex. Not much, but I could already feel the warm, wet embrace of her lower lips over my tip. “Sorry about that.” “No, no, it’s fine,” Daring assured me, scooching up closer atop me as she adjusted where my head was entering her pussy. Her wings stretched out on either side of her, her wet back against my chest. Turning her neck around so we were once more face to face, she whispered, “Let’s try that again, shall we?” Her lips once more locked onto mine while her hoof reached down and tugged at the base of my dick to slide it up her sex. It was slow going, even with the moisture from the water falling down upon us. Breaking contact with her lips to grunt, I murmured, “Damn, you’re tight.” “And you’re big,” Daring whispered on my lips, kissing her succulent lips across my muzzle. Nuzzling my cheek, she said, “but it doesn’t matter, as long as you fit it in and make me feel as good as that time last night.” “Man… I wish I could remember that,” I told her, sliding my hooves up and down her slick and toned stomach. Daring giggled, trailing her tongue along the underside of my jaw. “I remember. So that matters, right?” I grunted at the pressure of the tight confines of her vagina’s inner walls. When the base of my dick finally touched down at her lower lips, I grinned. “It sure does,” I panted. “Mmhmm,” she moaned softly, taking in a quick breath once I fully entered her. Brushing her lips softly against my own, Daring rubbed vigorously at my balls. “Right there, Soarin. Don’t stop.” Before I could answer, her lips were once again smacking against my own, the wet sloppiness of her tongue entering my mouth and making it feel ecstatic. I had to admit, tasting my own semen wasn’t the most appealing part of the kiss, but Daring made up for it with how eager her tongue was to wrestle with my own. During this passionate tangling of tongues, I made sure to fulfill her wish of not stopping. Grabbing either side of her curvaceous ass cheeks, I lifted her up. Half my length dislodged from within her, only to be shoved back in with quick force. Daring moaned into my mouth, her tongue wiggling along my gums and teeth. Her hoof down below never stopped squeezing and grasping at my balls, moving them in a rhythm matching each of my thrusts inside her. I wrapped my hooves around her lithe form and continued my nonstop pounding of her pussy. Daring in turn used both hooves to play with my testicles, treating each like a bouncy ball she could pull apart and squeeze in her hoof. I had to admit, it tickled so much I nearly burst out laughing. After several minutes of our tongues contending for dominance in the others mouth while our lower bits were still at work bashing waves of pleasure to either of our brains, I felt the first tugging sensation of my approaching climax bulding in my loins. “Mmph!” I muttered in her mouth, drawing my lips away as I winced. “Shit! Sorry Daring… I’m about to cum!” I was afraid she’d look at me with disappointment or even anger at that remark. Instead, she lightly kissed me on the cheek and got up, my erect cock sliding out of her cooch. “Don’t worry, big boy,” she whispered to me, turning around so that she faced me directly. Putting her hooves over my shoulder against the wall behind me, Daring eased her butt down until she was sitting right before my towering penis. Seated, she grabbed ahold of it and pressed it against her belly, giggling at the warmth throbbing of it against her wet coat. “I’m here to take care of everything.” “B-but—” Daring pressed a hoof against my lips, still smiling that adorable grin that worked perfectly with her beautiful features. Blushing deeper, she lightly tapped at the head of my dick. “Like I said, I’ll take care of everything. So don’t you worry your cute head, okay, big boy?” “Uh… okay,” I replied back, unsure where this was going. Nodding her head, Daring lifted up her backside so that her pussy’s lips were directly above my cock. Glancing over at me before she descended downward, she asked, “Hey, Soarin, you see my wings?” “Yeah,” I answered, noticing them flared out on her backside. Daring moved them to her sides, resting their tips along my chest. “Can you clean them, please?” she asked, blushing harder as she hung her head downward. “It’s been a while since I’ve preened them, and I’m not usually good at that type of stuff. And while I don’t really like letting others do it either, can… you do it for me?” “S-sure,” I said, touching them lightly. I still had some sticky soap residue on my hooves. Brushing slowly, I moved both my hooves up her wingspan, getting her feathers coated in suds. Now the moan that escaped her was more audible, her mouth hanging open slightly as the redness of her cheeks grew darker. “Yeah… j-just like that. Don’t stop.” She finally went down on me, gripping tightly on my shoulders as my length once again filled her up. “Dont stop!” I tried my best to comply with her demands. My hooves worked fast at cleaning her sensitive wings as she bounced up and down on my dick. I added in my own thrusts to go in deeper, which got me many more moans and whispered beggings for more. The tightness of her cunt made my dick pulse with each sensation of penetration into her, sending a never ending hammer of pleasure to beat into my brain to leave me a bloody mess of ecstasy. It sure beat the hangover I had this morning. We kissed again, the movements of our lips and tongues more wild, sloppy and barbaric than ever. It was like we were struggling to top the other in this game of love making. One of us would come in front of the other, then we’d be upstaged with the other’s daring move. It was much like a race, actually. Except for this one, we’d both get in first place. My hooves moved ecstatically, leaving her wings covered in soap and her feathers sticking to one another. I was relentless with my thrusting, continually quickening my pace in rhythm with our lip smacking. Daring in turn gyrated on my shaft, moving her hips to and fro to get as much as my cock to enter her as possible, along with reaching her sweet spots as well. “S-Soarin!” Daring sputtered against my lips, moaning loudly now. “I-I can’t—ngh—hold it in m-much longer! Please, don’t stop!” “I won’t,” I whispered back, groaning under my breath as I felt a familiar tensing in the base of my dick begin to form. “Just get ready.” “I want it so bad,” Daring panted, drool falling from her open jaw as her eyes slid to the back of her head. “Mmmph… don’t stop!” The relentless pounding of my dick inside her tightness finally reached the climax for the both of us. I could feel her clamping shut right as I filled her to the brim again. Her inner vaginal walls squeezed on my shaft so hard I was sure my dick would burst. “Fuuuuck!” Daring screamed, clenching her jaw and squinting her eyes shut as she came. I, in turn, just pulled her in closer and prepared for the onslaught of my orgasm to come. Daring’s eyes opened up wide, much like the first time I cummed. Except this time it wasn’t in her mouth or on her face. No, this time the sticky warmth of my gooey load shot right into her cunt, coating her walls in the white liquid that squirted out. “Oooh, don’t stop!” Daring begged, moving her hips back and forth as the stream of cum filled her insides up. Her face was completely flustered to such a red tone, it shone over her normal yellow coat color. Daring laid herself atop me, both of us entwining together as we rode out our orgasms side by side. “I won’t, I won’t,” I told her, my grip on her backside was slippery from the large amount of soap her wings were covered in. Truthfully I didn’t want the high experience from my climax to stop, and from the look of pure bliss on Daring’s face, she didn’t want it to either. With one final grunt I thrust my dick as far as it could go, the entire length deep inside her as the final loads of my cum ejaculated forward. Daring too was done with her cumming, our combined fluids leaking out from our enjoined sexual organs. After a few seconds of loud panting, I laid down on the tiled floor with Daring above me for a moment longer. The water from the shower head continued to beat on us while cum drained down the floor. Both of us were tired, heavily breathing, and sweating up a storm in the steamy settings of the shower room. And my hangover was gone. That was also. “Wow, that was… wow,” I said, unable to keep myself from cracking a grin. Daring smiled to me as well, wincing when she lifted herself up and my dick left her vagina with a stream of semen falling out. “I’d say. You just don’t stop, do you?” “Guess it’s my racer’s spirit,” I chuckled. Looking down at all the semen that was covering her lower lips, I asked hesitantly, “Uh… should I—” “I’m on the pill, big boy,” she told me as I took a huge sigh of relief. “Man, you can be such a hothead sometimes.” “Also my racer’s spirit,” I said, resting my hooves on her wide hips. “Hopefully it satisfied you?” “Very,” Daring said, lifting her wings up to get soaked in the water falling from overhead. “I got squeaky clean and filthy all at once. Not bad, I say.” “I guess we can get cleaned up a bit more,” I commented, realizing that throughout the entire time I’ve been in the shower, I hadn’t really taken the initiative to clean myself up. Smiling wide, Daring cupped my cheek in her hoof and leaned closer, her rose eyes staring deep into my own. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to repay you by cleaning every dirty inch of your body.” Her eyes narrowed as she stuck her tongue out at me. “Of course, only if you don’t mind doing the same for me.” Returning Daring’s smile with one of my own, I lifted up my soap covered hooves and nodded. “Sure thing. I’m always one for a daring new experience.”