Title: Danger: Falling Masonry

~Story Excerpt~

Okay, I gotta sweeten the pot a little, Daring thought. “I’m not joking. Look,” She pointed down at the pressure plate she’d tested earlier. It was only a few feet away from them. “That’s a pressure plate that activates a brutal trap.” She pointed at the ceiling. “The ceiling blocks come crashing down on top of you. There’s probably more in here so we gotta be careful where we—Gah!”

Silver smiled sadistically and had jumped over, giving Daring a quick sharp shove that knocked the mare off balance and sent her falling over. She sat back up, her eyes glaring in Silver’s direction. Her mouth opened to yell at the thief before her face shifted to one of horror at the sound her now pinned back ears flicked to from under her.

Click.

Uh-oh. Daring had been pushed right onto the pressure plate. She looked up, just in time to see the heavy stone block slam down on top of her with a loud, crunching crash. The Medallion flew from her pocket when she was crushed and landed on the floor.

Silver walked over to it, smiling. She picked the Medallion up and looked it over to make sure it hadn’t been damaged by the trap. It was fine. In fact, now that she thought about it, none of these traps seemed to do anything to it. That was pretty weird. Oh well. Made things easier, now that she thought about it.

She looked back over at the stone trap. There was only a tiny gap between it and the floor, only slightly thicker than the Medallion itself. Daring Do had definitely been right. That was a pretty brutal trap.

“That’s for breaking the lever to leave me stuck in that roller trap,” she spat out with a snarl. There was only one Medallion and that meant only one winner. It was a zero-sum game and just like those cold winter nights with a growling belly and only one loaf of bread to go between them, she wasn’t going to lose to a weaker pony like Daring Do. Not after everything she’d been through to get here.

“Glad you could give me a demonstration, Daring, but I really must be going now. There’s cold gold waiting for me—and me alone—that needs my warm, loving embrace.” She waited for a response, maybe a muffled groan or whimper she could enjoy listening to, but frowned after a second. There was nothing. The stubborn explorer must have been knocked out by the impact. She couldn’t really blame her. She would have been too if the horseshoes were reversed.

Silver walked through the rest of the trap room and into the next hallway. A minute later, a loud ratcheting noise filled the air and the stone block lifted back to the ceiling, clicking back in place once it reached it. It looked no different than any of the other blocks that were on the ceiling, save one new feature. A tan disk smushed to its surface.

Daring Do was flattened right against it. Her body had been reduced down to the small disk, no bigger than a marehole cover. Her wide, flat hindhooves took up most of the disk’s surface, but you could still see part of her rump and cutie marks on one side, with her tail wrapping around about half the circumference of the disked mare.

Daring slowly peeled away from the stone and gently began drifting down to the floor. The front side of her flat, disked body gradually became visible as she rocked back and forth. Her face took up most of it, but both her forehooves had flattened on either side of her smushed cheeks in much the same way and with the same thickness of the rear, as she’d desperately lifted them up in a vain attempt at stopping the squashing stone. There was also a small bit of her vest’s collar visible just below her chin.

Without her hat, her full black and gray mane was visible and fully flattened down, with a few of the bangs covering her face. Her teeth were tightly gritted in pain, but her eyes were still open in an angry glare. Damn that thief! To think she had felt sorry for the mare for her foalhood. That was the first and last time she’d be baited by Silver’s sob story. She’d extended an olive branch and it had just been smushed into oil.

She stared straight up at the ceiling as she drifted back to the floor. Anger boiled within her, a new plan forming. In a few seconds, she’d land and then pop herself back to normal. Then she could run after that arrogant orphan and get the Medallion back. That’s it. She wasn’t playing around anymore.

She felt her rear hooves touch down on the cold stone floor and readied herself to start pushing up so she coul—

Click.

She felt her hooves press down on the pressure plate again as she settled to the floor. She’d landed perfectly back on top of it. All she could do was keep defiantly glaring up at the ceiling and watch the stone block slowly dislodge, as if her angry glare could somehow stop the multi-ton stone from falling back on top of her. She watched it drop all the way down until the heavy block filled her whole vision. She grunted weakly when it hit.

Hopefully the next time she peeled off she’d be light enough not to retrigger it.

~End of Excerpt~

You can read the full story over on Fimfiction, Deviantart, or Furaffinity.

A/N: To celebrate the completion of Daring Do and the Curse of Avarice, I finished up the next piece of fetish art for the story I was working on. This time, Daring Do falling into the ceiling trap from Chapter Five. Like with the previous ball art, I found myself adding more detail to the character’s body than what the narrator gives in the story. It might not match perfectly, but that’s fine by me given how much more stimulation it provides.

This one gave me more trouble than Silver’s balling, but this time in the opposite direction. Whereas Silver and the telekinesis were the hardest parts of that one, this time, Daring was relatively easy to draw—though the hooves and hind legs did require some frustrating revision. The real trouble was the background. It was amazingly difficult to get the stone lines to look decent. Too wiggly and they resembled badly done line art and too straight and they looked too clean and perfect. Maybe that’s just one of the weaknesses of doing vector art with a mouse. It’s really hard to get the needed subtle curves in the lines to look good.

I opted to finally dip my toe in what’s sure to be an agonizing experience to come: lighting. It will become necessary to learn it if I ever want to graduate to the classic “pre/during/post” fetish comic structure. Can’t show an unflattened character well if they don’t have body shading to indicate their three dimensionality. I’m not there yet, but still wanted to give lighting/shading a test. In this case, it was to try and help diminish the optical illusion of the stone block—the brain switching between it being “indented” and “embossed”—by giving a shadow to reference.

I’ve also included an alternate version without the light effect, in case you want a “clean” look at Daring’s disked form. On the technical side, it’s the same as before. About ten hours to draw with a mouse and keyboard, using Inkscape and color references from the MLP Vector Club. I also used a Daring Do cutie mark vector by Kna as a reference when drawing it.