The Crystal Queen

by Wendy Crescent

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Original Character, Crystal Ponies
Length: 5389

It is rumoured that the Crystal Queen is a mare with a taste for cruelty. But surely those are just rumours? Surely Violet Glow could simply tell the queen what had happened, tell her side of the story. This was all a simple misunderstanding clearly

It is rumoured that the Crystal Queen is a mare with a taste for cruelty. But surely those are just rumours? Surely Violet Glow could simply tell the queen what had happened, tell her side of the story. This was all a simple misunderstanding, clearly!

Contains: Rape play, Futa Changeling, Mild Pain-play
Art by: Manifest Harmony
Setting: Clocktower Society
Co-Written by: Chosen Heart and Silent Whisper
Big thanks to my editing team for giving this a well needed pass: Fuzzy Fabricator, Troposphere, Sixkiller5

Published 2017-10-13 16:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-13 16:50:06 UTC

The Crystal Queen

The sky was unnaturally dark outside the windows of the Crystal Castle. The palace’s grand throne room was lit only by a sourceless red glow that seemed to emanate from the air itself. The walls were draped with the most luxurious tapestries of various shades of red and floored with the finest carpets, a sweet scent permeated the room emanating from the incense burner hidden behind the throne. The scent was intoxicating to most ponies that were not of the Queen’s staff. It was a mix of the most potent of pheromones one could find in the frozen north. The room was truly fit for the grand monarch of the Crystal Empire.

The centre of the room was dominated by a crystalline altar carved from a smooth, clouded quartz, thick manacles and chains fused into its corners. It was short enough that an average pony laid on it would have their legs hanging off the end, kept spread by the heavy chains. A small mercy was a raised stone section for the head – the only mercy the uncomfortable stone slab offered – was carved so as to force any pony pinned to the altar to look up at their Queen.

The translucent mare lay restless across her throne, her brilliant pink coat shimmering in the red glow, her body flowing like liquid crystal. Her face partly hidden by a mask of onyx and adamantite, her amethyst eyes revealed a bored impatience as she played with her jewel-encrusted whip. Her guards were keeping her waiting. She hated being kept waiting. If it hadn’t been for her most beloved pet – a small, teal-maned changeling sat beside the throne, adorned in an opulent black collar ringed in purple, orange, and gold bands surrounded with silver spikes – she would have likely called for their heads, but she wore a peaceful smile on her muzzle as her hoof slowly ran through the changeling’s mane.

It was only when the Queen got ready to shout at somepony that the door finally opened and her guards entered. A large, charcoal unicorn with blazing-orange mane, face obscured by a black mask streaked with adamantite, and a large blue pegasus of purple mane and small black mask, dragging a small mare between them across the cold, crystalline floor.

The little prisoner was in heavy chains, all four hooves shackled together with just enough slack to allow her to walk – not that she was walking. The chains at her hooves were linked to a thick, blackened-steel collar ringed in a gold band inlaid with dark citrine stones. An odd, heart-shaped locket hung below it. She was very short, barely looking old enough to be considered an adult, with a white coat and a honey-blond mane and tail. She had been stripped of any clothing, but oddly enough she was still wearing two earrings. They were beautiful things that covered the tips of her ears. Expensive and well-crafted, each of them had a small gemstone set into the pattern of a shooting star.

The prisoner looked like she hadn't slept in a while, her eyes distant and tired. Her mouth was gagged with a wad of cloth tied fast with ropes, her wings bound by leather straps around her barrel. Still, she held her head high, glaring defiantly at the Queen, despite her exhaustion.

The Queen arched one of her immaculate eyebrows, her eyes shining with a sinister red glow. She was the saviour of the empire, the mare who had defeated the evil tyrant Sombra. It was through her that they were even free, that they lived prosperous lives. It was through her public care for the citizenry that she got away with private moments like these, and she made no attempt at hiding the cruel smile that crossed her lips as she sat up straighter in her throne, her mask’s swirls of gold and amethyst sparkling around her eyes.

As she coiled her whip against her thigh and observed the small mare, her expression revealed more than cruelty – it held a predatory malice matching her sinuous movements. Nopony cared about those that committed crimes – even petty ones. Breaking the law was breaking the law, and to be punished severely. She spoke casually, knowing she had already won, "Well, well, you finally brought me one with a spine to break. Is this one a thief, or perhaps a rebel?” The queen asked, slowly pulling herself into a more upright position. ”Guards, bind her to the altar, face up."

The guards paused briefly, looking down at the mare between them expectantly. Her tail flicked and a single clear ring echoed through the throne room and the guards instantly jerked forward.

The mare glared at the Queen even as the two guards dragged her roughly over to the altar, causing the pegasus to stumble forwards. She cursed against her gag, her words coming out as incoherent gibberish. The guards were far from gentle as they slammed her onto the altar belly-up. One by one, they replaced her heavy shackles with the chains that were attached to the altar. She tilted her head back, resting it in the depression so she could level her intensified glare of hatred and anger at the mare that called herself a fair and just Queen. She tried to scream at her that she was innocent. She had done nothing wrong!

The Unicorn guard turned and took a step toward the translucent, glistening mare. He bowed respectfully, streaks of gold, purple, and orange glowing with a sinister light across his blue-bordered mask. “This is Violet Glow, a master thief and a rebel, my Queen,” the Unicorn guard, who seemed to be in charge, announced with a grin that said it all – they had actually plucked a random mare off the street, the queen could see it in his smirk, but that was left unspoken. The guard knew that it didn’t even matter if the mare had done anything at all. All the public needed to hear was ‘criminal’ and they were satisfied, anything else would be considered seditious and would be met with the same fate – or worse. The Queen was pleased, and they had their pay.

Laid out on the altar as she was, everything exposed to the Queen, Violet Glow squirmed in the uncomfortable bonds, struggling to break free. She flicked her tail over her tiny teats, attempting to cover her marehood. If it wasn’t for the gag, she would be screaming about the proof of her innocence. The longer she was in the room the hotter she started to feel – the sickly-sweet smell in the air was mixed with something else, something familiar to her. It was hard to place until she noticed the dampness of her own pussy seeping into her tail.

"So loud. We'll break her of that soon enough. You may go, guards." She gestured to the guards dismissively, already ignoring them to focus on her succulent-looking plaything.

The large pegasus patted the prisoner on the cheek. “Have fun, traitor,” he cooed softly with a wink. She gave him a death-glare, staring at the faint gold, purple, and orange lines around his eyes. The oversized guards both made themselves scarce in a hurry – though the pegasus tickled the little changeling’s chin with a feather on his way past, eliciting a small squeak. A sickening smack of a hoof to the back of his head was heard followed by a muffled yelp just after the door closed behind the guards.

Once they were alone in the room, the Queen reached down by her chair, resuming the petting of her tiny changeling pet. "A rebel, hmm? Then you don't care what I say, do you? Such a pity, it’s always more fun breaking the innocent ones,” the Queen said while audibly relishing in the unfair and even cruel position one of of her subjects was in. She made it no secret that she very much loved this. ”In truth, I don't care if you committed a crime or not, who and what you are was forfeit the moment my guards arrested you. Like this little toy here. It used to be so trusting and naïve, before I gave it a purpose in life. Come out, toy, your owner has a treat for you."

A low whine escaped Violet as she stared up in horror at the queen with her innocent, pleading, baby-blue eyes. This wasn’t fair! This was sick and so cruel! Her frustration and anger emerged as a wordless scream of outrage against the gag.

The Queen’s favourite changeling pet stepped very cautiously from her perch besides the throne. She was chained to the throne by a very long, thin silver chain and hoof cuff. Clearly it could be easily broken, but it wasn’t meant to keep her trapped, the chain was simply a sign of her submission. The changeling looked very much like she was afraid – afraid that each step was going to get her in trouble with her Queen.

The Queen’s toy stood there staring at the new mare. If she could have, she would have asked her what she had done, how the guards had taken her. Or perhaps she would ask what the outside world looked like. It had been so long since she had seen it. But that mattered little to the small changeling toy. Asking such questions would see her thrown in the dungeons for reeducation. She shuddered at the thought, pushing it away. The only thing that mattered was her Mistress, and her only goal in life was to please her. She did not raise her head to look at the Queen – it wasn’t her place to.

The Queen’s grin lowered into a small disapproving frown as she looked from her prized pet to the new plaything. Her look hardened into a vicious, withering glare. Her hoof flashed, the whip uncurling in an instant to crack painfully against Violet’s inner thigh, ripping a muffled scream of agony from her throat. "Expose yourself, or you will lose your tail." Her voice didn't rise, but she was clearly angered.

The poor, bound mare pulled her tail out of the way almost instantly, her eyes wide with shock and hurt, tears of pain welling up in those pools of blue. The Queen’s smile returned at the filly’s screams of pain, and her anger faded almost instantly as the tail was removed and she got a good view of the sticky mess her new plaything was trying to hide.

"There we go. You'll learn that obedience is preferable to defiance If you wish to last longer." The Queen's eyes wandered over her new captive’s body, drinking in the the unspoiled innocence of a virgin. She flicked out the whip, not quite hard enough to crack, against a teat. "Well well, looks like my guards brought me a young one this time. Good, I've grown tired of older slaves. They break too easily."

Violet blushed deeply as the mare eyed her in a way that she'd never actually been eyed before. A low whimper was followed by a sharp gasp of pain as the whip lashed at her teats, it wasn't even hard but hurt all the same – or maybe the pain was just in her mind.

The Queen slid the handle of her whip gently up the changeling's neck, pressing it under her chin, forcing the female changeling to look up at her. "There you are, little toy. Transform. Futanari, small body, thick cock. Stay cute," she ordered, fondness for her prized pet evident, even as she talked to her as if she was a dumb animal. The Queen let her hoof gently play behind the changeling's ears even as they were engulfed in a bright, emerald-green fire.

Violet couldn’t believe that she was in this situation, helpless and unable to get away. Being forced to show the evil Queen her delicate virgin folds. Being made to watch how she treated another living, sentient being as if she was a mindless animal. Violet pulled her ears back tightly against her skull looking a pitiful mess. Looking up at the changeling fearfully, she didn't want to end up like that! No, that was not on her to-do list in life. At least that was what she kept telling herself. Watching the changeling mare nodding at her Queen and going along with it so eagerly, without hesitation, without a care about being treated like a mindless animal, as if she genuinely liked it.

As the emerald flames passed over her, the changeling was left standing with a large cock rubbing against her tiny body’s belly. She spread her legs, raising her front to try and present to her mistress as best as she could while balancing on her two hind legs, proudly showing off the breeding spear that would put any stallion to shame. The changeling toy sensed the new mare – practically a filly – staring at her, and met her pitiful gaze with an empty one. ’Soon,’ the changeling thought to herself, ’this filly, too, will know the simple joy of bringing her Queen pleasure and making her proud’.

The Queen slowly reached out a hoof to caress her changeling toy’s new assets. Wrapping her forehoof around her toy's cock, she started firmly stroking at a painfully slow pace. "Now, my prized toy, I have a reward for your continued obedience. Mount this worthless slave. Your reward is the slave's virginity." The Queen purred in a deeply sexual, predatory voice. Enjoying the way her changeling pet squirmed and writhed against her grip while moaning softly in need.

Violet shook her head firmly as she watched the lewd display of the changeling getting her cock stroked. No, she didn't want to be fucked! Her virginity was meant for somepony special! She screamed words of protest, only for them to be muffled behind the gag. The only thing to hint at what she was truly trying to scream was the hateful, defiant glare in her eyes. It was just as well – there were some words there that may better remain unheard by the Queen. She kept tugging at her bonds as she screamed and cursed, trying to get loose but being too weak to ever succeed.

The Queen released the changeling’s new cock and patted her rump. The changeling nodded obediently and shuffled around the table towards the new slave. Her single silver chain around her right hind leg rattled almost musically with every movement, she had to actively try not to trip on her chain. She brushed herself against Violet's side gently before she turned to mount her, gently nudging her tail down more, pushing away the hairs matted to her drooling pussy. She knew it would hurt the filly – she knew very well how it would hurt – but it would be over soon, and this filly, Violet, would find happiness in submission, just as the she had found true joy in her own submission to her Queen.

The bound pegasus trembled as the Queen’s pet brushed up against her, her eyes closed as she squirmed and tugged at her rattling bindings. She felt herself being mounted and let out a pitiful squeak, mumbling something against the gag that sounded suspiciously like ‘please d-don’t’. She was wet – very wet. But she did not understand why she was wet or aroused.

A full-out sadistic expression crossed the Queen’s face. She let the handle of her whip slowly travel down her own body, pressing it against her own marehood in preparation for the coming show. "No need to be gentle with her, toy. This slave is lower than even you are. Maybe you'll even teach her some manners, when talking to her betters," she purred, setting a hoof down on her throne’s footrest, turning a knob that was built into it. The changeling toy nodded at her Queen’s words.

The vibrator in her prized toy's rump started to buzz, egging her on, coaxing a cute, muffled squeak from the changeling. "This will hurt, slavething. This is your punishment. It's just, you see, you've displeased your Queen, so you lose something precious. Please me, and you get rewarded. Like the toy about to fuck you is being rewarded with your virginity."

Violet looked at the Queen, whimpering, her eyes half closed as tears flowed freely along her cheeks at the injustice of what was happening to her. She squirmed around more, her wings struggling against the belt that restrained them. She futily screamed more words of protest against her gag, more venomous words of pure hatred, clearly not taking the Queen's words to heart. She had done nothing wrong! She was innocent! Then a long, drawn-out moan escaped her, she had squirmed so much she was now rubbing her drooling pussy against the tip of the changeling’s cock. She felt the hot, throbbing mareflesh so intensely against her sensitive virgin folds. She tried to reach out to ‘ling with a pleading look.

The changeling toy rubbed the new mare's sides soothingly with her hooves. She slowly forced her way into the mare's drooling, virgin cunny, biting her lip softly as she pushed deeper, feeling the blissful sensation of a painfully tight pussy being spread open for the first time on her sensitive cock. She was only barely in when the pleasure was too much, causing her hoof to slip as she lost her balance – not a very hard feat on the smooth gemstone surface. Her wings buzzed instinctively trying to catch herself, but it was too late – she jerked forward and plunged in deeply, slamming half of her sensitive cock in, breaking the mare's seal.

As Violet felt the changeling’s breeding spear spreading her open so obscenely wide, feeling the mare impaling her virgin pussy mercilessly and taking away what she had been saving, she screamed against the gag. She cried openly as it happened. It hurt. It hurt a lot having her hymen ripped and her virginity taken away from her. She could feel the trickle of blood running down her ponut, onto her dock and flanks. She arched her back and looked at the Queen almost apologetically now, ears pinned back, each ear still having some of her old jewellery on it, eyes brimming with tears. The sight that greeted her was of a cruel, sadistic mare pleasuring herself to the young, innocent mare’s suffering.

The Queen watched, amused at the scene playing out before her. The handle of her whip dug into her mound, coaxing out soft moans that made her seem so very casual in the way she took pleasure in the filly’s suffering. She found herself feeling pleased, especially by the teary-eyed look she was receiving. On a whim, she slid off her throne, stalking slowly down the stairs in a manner not unlike a large feline prowling towards her prey. Stepping around, circling to take in their coupling from every angle. She licked her lips slowly at the sight of the virgin blood being spilt on her altar. She stopped by the head of the now-deflowered mare, a hoof trailing in along her tear-stained cheeks.

The toy watched with half-lidded eyes, fluttering to keep herself upright, rubbing her hole-riddled hooves over the slave's bound wings gently, drawing a long moan from the filly’s lips. There was no better feeling than obeying her Queen, as Violet would learn.

Violet looked at the cruel mare as she stood over her, her eyes half closed, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, her body trembling before the Queen, wings struggling to unfold, an instinctive response to the coupling. She was openly crying, it hurt having her virginity taken, it hurt but it felt oddly… good? She didn’t understand! How could this feel good!? Then it hit her, the sweet scent that hung in the air, the rumours of the Queen’s favourite incense – how it worked as a powerful aphrodisiac.

The Queen’s wicked hoof reached Violet’s ear and gripped her ear decorations, wresting a whimper from the poor filly, even as her hips rocked against the toy, her body responding to the shaft stretching her, the hooves at her wings, the scent in the air – and it was beginning to drag her mind with it, her glare slowly giving way to desire – to surrender.

"There we go. That's the look I expect from you. You're learning. It doesn't matter what you did, or if you are truly innocent. You're mine now, you belong to your Queen." She reached back and pulled a knife from the hilt of her whip, taking her sweet time to slowly cut the gag away. The blade so sharp that even gently touching it was enough to leave a small, bleeding cut, forcing a gasp from Violet’s throat, despite barely even touching her flesh. "Now, what do you have to say, slave?"

Soft panting escaped Violet, who could have said anything. She could have cussed the Queen out, she could have screamed, ranted, and raved. Shouted all her pain at her – only to have gotten hurt more for it. The cruel, sick mare that claimed she was a Queen could simply rip her earrings out, and a fair chunk of her ears with it. Or do any other number of unspeakable things to punish her. Finally, Violet settled on very simple words. “I-I’m s-sorry my Queen!” Her voice was low, pathetic, fitting for her place, even before she had truly thought about her words.

"Thrust, toy. Make use of the slave, fuck her properly," the Queen commanded of her favourite toy.

The changeling toy nodded eagerly in affirmation before thrusting forward. Gripping Violet´s flanks while pushing in and out slowly, gently, evenly – at first. With a smirk, the changeling started pistoning harder, in and out of the filly’s drooling pussy, finally beginning to enjoy herself. Enjoy the sensation of ravaging her. It was an honour to be the one to break in a new mare. She wouldn’t utterly break her – that was the Queen’s pleasure and royal right, a blessing that the Queen didn't often bestow upon a simple playtoy. The changeling grunted heavily as her cock throbbed in the tight, virgin pussy, now simply using Violet for her own pleasure, just as her mistress had commanded.

The harder rutting made the recently-virgin mare squeal out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The potent aphrodisiac that laced the air had dulled her mind, it was harder to think, pain was starting to melt away into pleasure for the poor mare. Even though she was not yet used to the sensation of being fucked, her resistance and defiance had been brought to a halt. The initial pain had forced the mare into line – at least somewhat – while the pleasure and threats wore away at her foundation. Cute coos and moans escaped her lips in between waning cries of pain. She was moving her hips instinctively, her hooves reaching up, rattling the chains, trying to grab onto the changeling, desperate to hold on to something right now as her tears flowed freely. Yet she went with it, spurred on by the drugs that laced the air. Her make-up smudged with every motion. She remembered being forced to put it on by the guards. The guards who had known exactly what the Queen was going to do to her and how she liked it.

One of the Queen’s hooves once more wrapped around her ear, teasingly flicking at one of the earrings, smiling somewhat genuinely at the slave's shameless moan of pleasure – her ear clearly a weak spot.. "That's better. I think you might get to keep them. You must care deeply for these, to keep my guards from taking them. If you disobey, or displease me, I will remove them. One by one." A hoof slowly caressed its way down her neck, trailing circles along her chest. "Your insolence is forgiven – this time. Now beg, beg for my toy's cock, beg for its cum. You are less than it. Not a pony, not a thing. You're a slave, to be used until you no longer amuse me. You don't want that day to come."

Violet’s eyes went wide in shock at being allowed to keep her prized earrings. She nodded eagerly, she would do anything to keep those, anything to not be hurt again! “T-thank you, my Queen! Y-you are most generous!” she praised, startlingly genuine in her words. “P-please! P-please fuck me! Please fuck this slut and fill her with your seed!” Violet pleaded.

“That was pathetic, though you will learn to speak properly. Like the fuck-slut that you are.” The Queen remarked with a low, lust-filled purr, visibly relishing the idea of teaching Violet.

The little changeling rolled her eyes at the virgin's squealing. Pathetic, yes, but she'd learn in time. The new bitch was catching on quick, after all. The ‘ling was panting softly, still eagerly pounding away at the new slave’s deflowered honeypot, enjoying the sensation of the mare’s tightness and the way she was squirming underneath her. Most of all though, she enjoyed her Queen's idle gaze. Glancing up as arousal and pressure built in her thick cock, making it twitch wildly while smearing pre through the formerly virgin pussy. The changeling dutifully waited on her Mistress's signal. She could hold out for ages, she’d been trained to be the best. She would edge her climax, or forgo it completely, if it pleased her Queen. She would be happy regardless of whether she was allowed to have a climax or not. She would do anything on her mistress's whim if it meant serving her. And someday, she hoped, the new slave would understand the freedom and pleasure of complete submission.

Violet closed her eyes for a moment and squeaked as the little changeling continued to plough away at what used to be her untouched virgin flower. Opening her eyes once more, she gave the Queen and changeling pet a meek look. If it hadn’t been for the changeling, she would have probably gotten herself into more trouble. Having an example to look up to – quite literally, in this case – helped her cope in a way. “AH! I-It hurts! But—it’s good!” she admitted, her cheeks bright and embarrassed, the life she had before was over, but it was a little voice in the back of her mind that asked her if that was really a bad thing, for an orphan.

"Eager little virgin slave, so obedient now. I think you really are a slut. You've been waiting for someone to give you a cock, haven't you?" The Queen leaned down, letting her lips close around the slave's ear. She gently used her tongue to rub along the ear, flicking the earring in her mouth. And then suddenly the cruel Queen bit down, almost hard enough to truly hurt.

“YES! Yes my Que-AAAAAAH!” Violet wanted to agree but instead was made to scream out in pain as her ear was bitten. She wasn’t a slut, she hardly even knew what the word meant! The Queen was right about one thing, though. A part of her, a very disturbing part of her was enjoying the sensation of being bound, forced to take another mare’s cock. She wasn’t sure if that part was her, or if it was the drug making her feel that way. She was startled to realise that she didn’t care which it was.

The Queen watched, waited, and prepared. A hoof fetched the new collar of deep-purple adamantite that was attached to the altar’s base. She simply unlocked the one that was worn by the filly, holding the new one open and ready. She knew the altar would be occupied for a while, and this little artifact was going to make it all the better. That is, if it worked, and didn't just destroy the filly's mind. Like it had for countless others. When she judged the moment right, she gave the order, "Give her what she wants, toy. Fill her slutty pussy. Give her something to crave in her training,” the Queen commanded.

“Yes! Please! Fill me!” Violet begged desperately, needily. Her body shuddered heavily, her hips thrust harder to the changeling’s cock, slamming it in deeper without meaning to. “T-thank you my Queen!”

The moment her Queen gave permission, the changeling toy pushed her thick, throbbing cock as deep into the mare as she could possibly get it, feeling the filly’s womb give way – ripping another cry of pained pleasure from her – and came, filling Violet with her sticky, hot seed, the flared head of her cock making a tight seal, keeping all the seed inside of the filly’s womb. The Changeling gasped. Her wings stopped for a second and she clinged to the new slave, hooking her legs around her bound wings as she let out a soft moan, her cum shooting deep inside the new slave, bulging her belly.

The moment her favourite changeling toy started to fill Violet, the Queen struck, snapping the collar around her new slave's neck.

The little pegasus mare let out a shrill cry, her eyes rolling back as the changeling mare hilted inside of her and filled her with very hot, creamy cum. Her back arched further and if she hadn’t been bound and chained she would have grabbed the mare on pure instinct. Violet herself came the moment the collar snapped shut around her slender neck. She found herself filled by a sharp warmth that ran through her body, a sharp pain at the back of her neck melting into pleasure as tendrils of warmth and thick magic started to slide slowly up her spine to take root in her mind. She wanted to say something, but instead she simply screamed out loudly, mindlessly, in what could only be described as a scream of pure and absolute bliss. She shuddered and squirmed then went limp with a dumb, satisfied grin on her muzzle, eyes unfocused, with a quiet mumble of “S-sooooo good…”

As Violet slowly passed into unconsciousness, she was presented with a disturbing realisation. The pleasure, the bliss? They didn't fade into afterglow. The raw bliss stayed, held in her mind by the tendrils of magic as they got to work. Partitioning off memories, twisting her pain and pleasure senses until they were one and the same, and slowly delving deeper into her mind, twisting and changing her.

"Enjoy your fuck, toy?"

The changeling buzzed her wings in a daze before slipping gently out of the mare and hovering over to her mistress, waiting for any command. She showed her appreciation for the reward by nuzzling into one of the Queen’s hooves, buzzing her wings happily.

The Queen patted the little changeling with a satisfied sigh. She moved back to her throne for a moment, pressing a small button, returning to Violet’s side as a quiet buzzer sounded. She stroked the little mare’s mane and began unhooking the chains from her black hoofcuffs – those would have to be changed soon, too. The changeling hopped back on the table with a buzz of her wings and settled beside Violet, who looked over at her, and they shared a somewhat exhausted smile.

The guards returned, looking questioningly at the Queen, who shook her head and waved them off as a pair of mares in navy blue maid uniforms entered from behind the throne. There was a bit of cleanup to do…

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

If you are looking for more Clocktower Society goodness please consider looking at the following stories:
- Razzle Dazzle, Extra Sprinkles
- Hunter's Moon
- Lunar Ravishment
- The Consensual Kink Collection

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