Rogue Hunt: Gems and Beauties

Starlite had no shortage of secretarial duties to tend to after their visit to the Sun and Moon Casino Palace. It seemed as though quite a lot of external agents were going on the move. Intriguingly, Numinous herself spent considerable time in the upper districts, mingling with her more influential pawns – be it to arrange matchmaking, to network for them, or to procure new gems. The unicorn, meanwhile, was one of the few, if not the only one, with access to such information.

In fact, while no statements had been made, there was a clear understanding that she had received something of a promotion after last time. Starlite found herself being asked to oversee and direct work of fellow orange-patched secretaries. She was more than satisfied to do so, as it was incontrovertible proof that she had pleased her Mistress - likely beyond what had been expected! Her ability to discern value of information allowed her to take to her duties with great effect, now that she was fully motivated to remain in the dragon’s good graces.

The gift Numinous presented her with last time was a very promising indicator of what she might receive for continued good work. As such, when she was called into the dragoness’ personal abode, Starlite was full of positive vibes. There was no usual thumping, tingling anticipation at the bottom of her gut when she walked toward the jewel encrusted entry chute and let herself be scanned for entry.

The secretary stood before the door with her arms outstretched, the multicolor beams refracting off her shades. Suddenly, the doorway opened before the scan finished, revealing Numinous in her pink bathrobe and loosened hair.

“Uuuhhh-“ the mare started, her cheeks reddening.

She didn’t get to continue. Numinous let out a jet of steam from her nostrils, rolled her eyes, and grabbed the mare by the horn, pulling her into her private chamber with a groan.

“In you go,” the dragon uttered with her mouth half full of gems.

“Gah!” Starlite grunted, swerving around in confusion. She landed square on her bottom, sitting down on Numinous’ luxurious green and purple octagon pattern rug. “Ex… cuse me?! What’s the matter? Um, Mistress?”

“Busy, busy little gemling you have been, Starlite. Goodness.” Numinous let the doors shut and approached her administrative control console. She swiped through her messages one last time and performed an elegant, growling yawn. With her tail, she poked the speaker crystal system, setting it into standby, the pink crystals turning a ‘Do Not Distrub’ red hue. “I’d like to discuss your work performance, you see?”

“Oh? Oh, oh, oh, what about it?” Starlite clambered back to her feet, hurrying to restore her composure. She fixed her suit and straightened out her white shirt, tugging at her breast laces to bring out her proud posture. “I’ve been-“

“You’ve been feverish, my dear! I… let me see there… ah, yes, there. You’ve been breaking your own performance records today, as you have been every other day for the past week.” Numinous clicked her tongue and disabled the HQ tasks and orders console with another precise poke of her tail. “I must say, no other secretary among my beauties has worked as if their life depended on it! That sort of dogged determination is more common among-“

“Well of course I’m doing my best! How could I not? You’ve given me-“

“TUT. TUT! No interrupting, Starlite,” Numinous hissed, appearing before the mare within the blink of an eye. Before Starlite could even gasp, her snout was squished by the dragoness’ gempowder-stained, powerful hand. “Dogged. Determination.”

“Hnmf?”

“Dearie,” the dragoness explained in a deeply condescending tone. “You have CLEARLY failed to notice, but for the past twenty-four hours, I have been giving you completely made-up orders and sending you to work in circles. You have been doing absolutely nothing of use. Every secretary has been, for that matter.”

“Hn… hnmf.” Starlite’s eyes went slightly askew. Her gut sank. She was disappointed… and angry. More importantly, however, she was now most assuredly worried.

“You didn’t notice! You’ve actually been doing better than ever, Starlite, which I find just… precious, albeit immensely DISAPPOINTING.” Numinous blew cloud of steam on the mare’s face. With shaking limbs and sweat raining down her neck, she only tepidly bucked as the dragon hoisted her into the air by her snout. “And this is what I’ve been saying… this is exactly the kind of behavior you looked down on just recently. Now I give you more attention than normal, and just like this, you become addicted! Tut. Tut. Tut!”

Starlite gasped as Numinous let her go, dropping onto the dragoness’ extraordinarily bouncy, colorful bed. She nearly tumbled off it, having to grip the squeaky mattress to stay attached. Her gulp was loud enough to drown out her beating heart, if only for a moment.

“But… but… wait… but… but aren’t we- don’t we have- why would- Mistress, how come-“ she babbled, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to smile in a fake display of confidence.

“Blah-blah-blah! Scuttling, buzzing about, you’re a busy, busy beetle. Quaint, but I’ve no need for beetles! I’ve something of an ant colony under my sway, Starlite, dearie, darling, sweetie-pie.” Numinous was in something of a hissy fit, stopping only to throw a white gem into her mouth. She continued while chewing: “And frankly, I am quite exhausted and do believe you don’t deserve the effort it would require for me to proceed with the metaphor. I believe you understand what I mean!”

“…uhm…” Starlite cleared her throat and desperately tugged at her collar, trying to let off some of the building heat. “…n-no, Mistress, I’m… really confused…”

“I think you are working too hard, and your desire to please me has gotten in the way of your better senses, Starlite,” the dragoness explained after a long, drawn out groan. She took a swig from a bottle of expensive champagne that sat, long opened, on her table. Off said table, she lifted a small crystalline control tool. “Which is adorable, but really, you were busting your precious, proverbial hump for tasks I simply made up on the spot. Do think about it.”

“But… why?!..”

If she had herself together, she would definitely have uttered a low, hopeless ‘oh shit’, as in her short time under Numinous’ employ, she’d come to learn what encounters like these meant. Especially that tool in her hand, which the mare knew for a fact opened up a… secret compartment in her already rather complex, spacious, luxurious chambers.

“Well, fine. If you must know...” Numinous sighed and put her hands together, tilting her head, her tail swirling around her legs. “I really, truly did not appreciate that… bleh, crackling noise. You know what I mean. I enjoy watermelon entirely too much; I am, after all, an aquatic dragon. You could have been more elegant!”

“Oh.”

“So I decided to, ahhh, engage in a charming little practical joke with you, and the fact is that I am currently having to explain that it was, indeed, a practical joke.” Numinous shrugged. “The last twenty-four hours of utterly useless secretarial tasks, that is. Your presence here is not a joke. Hmmm, not at all.”

“Oh…”

“As such, presently, I find that I’d enjoy you a whole lot more as a stress toy, my beauty.” The dragoness smiled, fluttering her eyelashes. “Really, I am quite stressed, I mean, just look at me! Putting my grand plan into motion is a lot of work. You’ll be a lot more useful like this for the moment.”

“B-but, but, but why did you have y-your entire secretary staff just-“ Starlite began to argue, her mind, while influenced by Numinous, certainly not operating on the same wavelength as her. This was… almost pissing her off. How could her genius Mistress casually dismiss such a pillar of her organization if important work was underway?

“Because you’re simply not very useful to me right now! I am focused on entirely different aspects of preparation! Ones you are not required to know, ones you are not intended to stick your snoopy charcoal snout into, ones I undertake myself while my loyal beauties keep me happy with the efforts of my operation!!!” Numinous stamped her foot and shook her fist at the mare. She huffed and crossed her arms, looking away from her. “Therefore, I decided to use you for some personal amusement. Here we are now, you dolt. So… I will ask you to remove this adorable outfit of yours.”

Starlite’s breath evacuated her lungs in a dejected gasp. She hung her head. Reality hit her like a speeding carriage. Both the reality of her situation, wherein she truly did let herself go and fell for such basic urges as clamoring for the dragon’s approval… and the reality of how this whole predicament was utter bullshit. Starlite simultaneously knew she degraded herself in her Mistress eyes, and that her Mistress was playing tricks on her for her own amusement despite seeming appreciation for her professional value.

But her inner turmoil had to be folded up and set aside. Numinous had been kind to her, but her experience with disciplinary measures was quite real. Particularly those where you are summoned to her private chambers… She may have remembered more from her time before induction into the operation than she realized, too. Her sessions were rather interesting.

“Ahem.” Numinous snapped Starlite out of her trembling, lip-biting, fist-shaking reverie. “Do cooperate. If I utilize my full control over you, I may get a little… carried away.”

Starlite jolted, bouncing again on the dragon’s large bed, and she scuttled off it, proceeding to unbutton her suit and shirt. She found it hard to maintain eye contact with the dragoness, who was chewing on gems from a plastic bucket while she watched the mare undress.

“Now-now, don’t be shy. There’s nothing there I haven’t seen,” Numinous reminded her, taking another swig of her champagne.

“Hkk-“ Starlite had nothing to say, having stripped herself down to her own custom made, gem-encrusted lingerie.

“And for goodness sake, I understand how much you like it, but-“ Numinous grunted, stomping over to the half-naked pony. She yanked the shades off her head and delivered a rather strong flick at her forehead. “-there is a time and a place for wearing these! I suppose I really do need to encourage you to learn some perspective.”

“Tha-tha-aaat m-might not be necessary, Mistress, I’m sure we can-“ the unicorn stammered, trying to ease her fate. Her argument was countered by a deeply skeptical head tilt, the mere sight of which caused her ears to fold.

She hadn’t yet removed her heels when Numinous helped her out of them – by coiling her tail around the mare’s waist and lifting her into the air. Starlite yelped and barely landed on her knees when she was tossed through the chamber. She narrowly avoided landing on one of Numinous’ numerous decorative gem stuffed pillows, and she found herself steps away from the recently unlocked secret compartment. Therein lay the dragoness’ array of special tools that didn’t quite find justification for their use in her professional practice.

Numinous, befitting her exotic nature, had an appropriately exotic taste in toys. Starlite’s mind raced, looking for any excuse to get out of this… as well as trying to stay convinced that she didn’t want this.

“Oh, don’t get so excited. In fact, you should relax,” the dragoness recommended. Her hands abruptly pressed up against the mare’s shoulders. She squeezed tight, sending electrical jolts and heatwaves to throughout Starlite’s body, negating the tension that had amassed in her limbs. “The suit might get somewhat uncomfortable if you’re so tense.”

Starlite gulped. Her amber eyes darted back and forth in the interior of the foreboding tool closet. “Uuhh… Wh-what suit?..”

“Why, the Stress Suit, of course. It’s a new item in my inventory.” Numinous snickered. She pointed towards it, her arm brushing up against the mare’s cheek. Starlite’s mane drooped over it when the dragoness removed her hair clip, rather unceremoniously using her teeth. “It’s for providing overly fiddly busybodies like yourself with a new perspective on life under my dominion.”

“But that’s-“

What the dragoness pointed at was not quite a suit – it was a wide open body cast, as if a statue had been vertically cut in half. Little crystals sparkled within subtle slots placed at the joints and along the spine, a hexagonal honeycomb pattern of internal wiring connecting the crystals and spreading into the outer shell. The material appeared a mixture of rubber and plastic, with an untraceable resemblance to marble – there was something about the way it hung loosely on its hook, yet not a wrinkle or crease on its surface, making it clear it was as solid as it was malleable. The material was a tepid red, yet the refraction of the lights in Numinous’ chamber on its surface suggested that its color was not permanent.

And as fascinating as all that was, what drew the most of Starlite’s attention was the fact this was a draconic body shape. Snout, horns, spines and a fleshy tail, its limbs and torso both longer than hers.

“-that’s a dragon suit,” she said, turning to face Numinous, pointing towards it with her arms. “H-how am I supposed to…”

The dragoness simply crossed her arms, tilted her head, raised her eyebrow and began tapping her foot, her tail swinging in agitation.

“Oh, so THIS is where you begin to ask questions? How disappointing,” she said. “As you were just told, I procured this item to grant dogged busybodies like yourself perspective. Now – unhook it and lay it on the bed.”

“But-“

“No. Buts.”

Starlite didn’t finish, a mere glimmer of the dragon’s sharp maroon eyes enough to convince her to do as asked. It wasn’t even her size… taller than her across the board, yet less muscular in certain areas. She groaned as the dragoness sped her along with a tail smack against the mare’s freshly exposed rump. Her cutiemarks stung for a moment before falling back into dejected acceptance.

Starlite sighed and gritted her teeth as she lifted the heavy suit off its hook, then stumbled over to the bed and laid it on the mattress. For a few moments, she just stood over the gaping ’maw’ of the mysterious device, shrugging and rubbing her snout in anxiety. Numinous' hands came up to her shoulders and gave a gentle but firm push, eliciting a small yelp from Starlite as she plopped onto the strange ’cushion’.

Against her bare skin, its surface felt even more bizarre, both smooth and hard, yet pliable with enough pressure. She did not get to lounge on it for long, however, as the dragoness turned her onto her back and set about playing ’dressup’ again, fitting Starlite’s limbs into the suit's receptacles one by one. She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes at her squirming companion, who could hardly keep still, given the deluge of stimulation. Her skin was sensitive enough to the dragoness' touch its own, but now those claws were squeezing the mare into this exotic contraption, making her feel that odd substance caress her bare skin from all around, becoming more intense with each arm and leg that the suit claimed.

Finally, Numinous reached in, her claws slipping around Starlite's hips and teasing her rear briefly, eliciting a squeak that put a delighted smirk on the dragoness' face. She took her time tugging and twisting the mare's tail, until she finally had it in one solid bundle, which she proceeded to push into a compatible slot. Starlite’s body was now fully encased, save for her face and the front of her torso. While it was a tight fit, the suit was also too tall, rather than too small – dwarfing the pony with its size while making her feel cramped at the same time.

The secretary took a few deep breaths and cleared her throat. “Sooo… what, ummm… n-now?..” she mumbled through gritted teeth. “I don’t get it…” Her movements were the tiniest of twitches now, the sheer mass of the suit keeping her in check.

“Oh you won’t need to.” Numinous’ snout split into a sharp-fanged grin. “I will take it from here.”

From an inner pocket of her robe, the dragon procured her trusty pendant, which she spun once in the air before pressing her thumb against it. Starlite noticed how that gem was quite similar to the ones now poking at her joints and spine. That was the last thing she got to notice before the suit closed up, the frontal section collapsing into existence in mere moments, sealing her inside.

Her mumbles of concern didn’t last much longer. Starlite found it impossible to move the suit’s limbs, and her skin was fully exposed to the magical currents running along the honeycomb circuitry. It was a worryingly persistent feeling, as if the wiring were installed chiefly to zap the wearer, and not to convey energy between the magical conduits. More disturbingly yet, the frontal part came installed with its own eyelids, much larger than her own, and currently shut tight. Her ears, too, were folded down against her temples. The only part of the equine anatomy this suit seemed to account for was her horn, which jutted out in its own slot.

“I hope this will be an illuminating experience,” Numinous said, her voice resonating in the mare’s mind more than her ears. “Oh, gosh. Pfffheh-heh-heh~”

With those words, the dragoness grasped Starlite’s protruding horn and slid some sort of device over it. It seemed to have a similar internal texture to the suit – soft, tight, rubbery, and lined with gems. Numinous’ claws jabbed at a very sensitive spot directly underneath Starlite's horn, which elicited a shocked, whinnying groan from the trapped mare, followed by a reflective expulsion of magic. No sparks shot from her horn, instead being absorbed by the sheathe. For a moment, Starlite assumed it was one of those magic nullifiers used by kidnappers and kinksters. But its purpose was something entirely different.

Detecting Starlite’s magic signature, it redirected the energy into the mare. At first, it was simply a jolt of magic through her entire nervous system, similar to the tingling her flanks used to emit back when she was still Scarlet. The gems and circuitry came to life afterward, maintaining the flow of energy through her nervous system. While it wasn’t outright painful, she was trapped in a humid, ill-fitting body suit, unable to do anything but lie still. It was stressful, to say the least. Yet that wasn’t the whole purpose of the Stress Suit either.

At some point, Starlite suddenly no longer felt her legs dangle. Her biceps stopped rubbing up against the inner boundaries. Her chest could touch the top, and her tail stalk sensed the entirety of the tendril encasing it. The suit had somehow become skintight, while the flow of energy faded into the background. Starlite could no longer make it out among all the other sensations, even in spite of her base magic eruptions pulsing repeatedly, from the heels of her paws all the way to the tips of her horns. A deeper shudder passed through her as she realized she was perceiving those extremities as her own.

The suit’s eyelids opened, revealing a better lit room than she remembered, and more of it than she could previously see at any one point. Numinous’ excited visage filled her vision, clapping excitedly and licking her lips. Grabbing Starlite by her new horns, she forced her to sit up on the bed.

“No need to get acquainted,” Numinous said, echoing in her mind. “You’re feeling as natural as you ever will!”

Starlite’s head tilted down, allowing her to see her body – a passive rose red color with a pinkish highlight around her belly, scale patterns around her joints. She had quite a lot of thoughts to voice, but her snout remained sealed. She then tried to lift her head, another thing in which her body did not cooperate. It did, however, get up and spin in place, bending over, arching its back and otherwise posing as soon as Numinous wished for it.

“Perfect! The Stress Suit works exactly as I designed it.” The dragoness approached Starlite. The two were now on eye level, Numinous no longer towering over her minion. Bizarrely, that did nothing to assuage her towering presence. “You see, I was quite literal about providing you with perspective. I was also quite, quite literal about how stressful my work really is. Well, this will give you an idea! Ah, who do I kid? No, it will not. I designed it specifically to mess with you. You’ll never know what it’s like to be in power like I am. But you’re still going to find out what it’s like to possess a body such as this… yet remain in total, uncompromising subjugation. Sound good?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Starlite’s voice, deeper and somehow even huskier, replied without her consent.

“Well follow me then! Oh-hoh-hoh, it’s been long since I sunk my claws into one of my kind. Now it gets to be you, Starlite! How exciting!” Numinous giggled, skipping off toward her recreational pool, stylized as a miniature hotspring. Starlite followed, baffled by the lack of motion sickness as her legs made her travel such a great distance in just a few steps. Her tail now acted as a counterweight to her lean, mobile body’s many iron-dense muscles. “So it’s rather simple, you see. Right now, you’re a rather generic, uninteresting, characterless red – your kind tends to depict us dragons thusly, and really, it confounds me. I mean, fire dragons may generally be red, but aquatic dragons? How narrow-minded!”

Starlite’s body slipped into the water, immediately becoming one with it. Her nervous system wailed in abject despair, spinning in circles at the unnatural ease of her movements, randomly stabbing at various reflexes in an attempt to make heads or tails of how she felt. And yet, none of her movements were affected by it, every relevant thought being leveraged through the hooks Numinous had sunk into her core long ago.

“And the more I tune you to this wonderful suit, the more it will come to resemble your natural coloration,” the dragoness remarked. She had popped out of the water inches ahead of Starlite. ”It’s a brilliant idea, truly. I get to see you cook inside this shell with a pleasant visual indicator! Now, what is the tuning process, you might ask?”

“What is the tuning process?” Starlite’s voice said without her consent. Its tone failed to quite reflect the creeping anxiety those words would have intended to convey.

“Oh, thanks for interrupting.” Numinous switched to a harsh, abrasive frown. Her strong arms wrapped around Starlite, squeezing her tight, applying great amounts of pressure to her muscular draconic body. The green dragoness’ claws sunk into her back and trailed downwards, each stroke feeling explicitly real against her thick, smooth red skin. Naturally, Starlite never even considered interrupting her to begin with, but alas. “Ponies, unicorns in particular, have a habit of expelling magical energy when under stress – as I have demonstrated. It is how your body interacts with your mind, you see… Well, I intend to calibrate it.”

All this came with the added benefit of full and complete awareness she was very much trapped inside, no matter how authentic each sensation may have been.

“Eh-heh-heh, turning darker already!” Numinous chirped with laughter. “Oh, I think I’ll have to take it slow so the fun isn’t over too soon. I’ve much to expose you to, and a lot of stress to inflict…”

“But why, oh why, would you do that, Mistress?” Starlite’s voice asked in a hoarse monotone. The question, while apt, did not come from her own will or desire for answers.

“Because shut up, pet, and receive ample punishment for interruption,” the dragoness replied coldly. Before Starlite could process the dread inflicted by those words, her body slouched and dove underwater – only for Numinous to place her heel on her companion's head.

She was stuck underwater, unable to recognize whether she risked drowning, with her Mistress’ foot pressing down on her inordinately large skull. Nothing she did was in her control, yet she felt significantly more than she previously could. In her immediate future waited numerous tribulations where her equine body likely couldn’t have held together. In her present, she was having to realize that even if her body were truly hers, Numinous had stepped on her in such a way as to completely block any writhing or slithering.

Oh, and there was fuck all she could do to stop being punished whenever Numinous felt bored with her current predicament, so there was also that.

The suit took less time to darken than the dragoness may have wanted.

But in that time, Starlite was exposed to a variety of rather unforgettable experiences, such as coiling backwards around herself up to two times for a period of twenty minutes, hanging upside down with only her tail for purchase, withstanding Numinous’ teeth around every new sensitive point not present on her equine body (dragons were mercifully less touchy), and acting as her Mistress’ furniture while she read her magazines, sipped on champagne, and devoured gemstones. She took great pleasure in letting her pet know that her snacks were genuine starlites.

At some point, all she could do was give in and just… resign to the oddly pleasant tingling permeating in her spine. A tingling that only grew stronger the more she realized how little control she had. It did provide perspective, that much was true. Already quite proud of her body, she got to understand what a chasm existed between a nominal dragon and her Mistress, to say nothing of ponies. Many times she was allowed to feel the dexterity and strength her body now possessed, yet every memory she had of Numinous acting with any degree of power or finesse showed she was on another level from even that.

More and more, the cathartic feeling grew in her awareness. Being in possession, yet by no means in control of, such a refined, superior body didn’t end up feeling that different to her usual state. She was Mistress' right hand, an extension of her slippery, insidious claws. By default, Starlite was merely allowed to act on her own, a rather minor allowance, really – take away the novelty, and there was little to distinguish how she was now from how she was then. And she knew she liked how it was then.

Thus, at some point, the ambient stress from her predicament had begun to settle down – something Numinous obviously planned for, relishing in the chance to claw, nibble and constrict her. It was abundantly clear that the Mistress was indeed quite stressed, needing far more recreational abuse of Starlite than usual.

They happened to be in front of a mirror when her coloration finished calibrating. Starlite watched Numinous grasp her body from behind, digging her snout into her neck, her tail coiling around her legs, still ever so slightly taller on account of her longer horns. With one last lick up her elongated neck, her body had finally locked into a flat charcoal tint, her belly an amber shade fitting that of her vertical slit eyes. Her short hair bangs took on a lighter grey than her skin, with distinct cyan highlights, which were echoed in the fleshy fins protruding from her elbows and her back. A strange rush passed through her, making her body tingle all over before it transcended the physical, drowning out thought and emotion, and she could feel the words flowing to her lips.

“Assimilation complete,” her voice remarked.

“Oh… oh, you silly, stupid, stupid thing, now why would you say something like that… you’re not being assimilated!” Numinous growled passionately into Starlite’s earhole, her claws sinking into her hips. “Assimilation tactics are something I am quite, quite, quite annoyed by… oh, you nasty thing.” Starlite would have loved to reply, to reassure her Mistress that she agreed, but her mouth remained shut. Her flanks stung again, and she picked up on a faint undertone of amusement in Numinous’ words. She was being set up for a lecture, even if it meant putting words in her mouth - quite literally. “The correct term is calibration. This suit has merely hijacked your entire nervous system through access to your cutiemark magic and applied the perceptive filter of a draconic body, modeled after yours truly, while compensating for your physical shortcomings with some basic safety magic. You are now in tune with… a better perspective on how I wish for things to work.”

“I am sorry, Mistress. Perhaps you should punish me some more,” Starlite’s voice suggested dryly. Starlite herself, by that point, after the passing of many hours, would have added a roll of the eyes at most.

“Punish? Oh no no. Silly, again. You’ve afforded your Mistress a beautiful chance to test some very promising tools…” Numinous rested her head on Starlite’s lean shoulder. By then, she was on her third cherry smokestick, callously blowing the smoke at Starlite’s snout. “…and to remind herself that Starlite is really quite delicious in any form, once she is allowed to settle in.”

The dragoness’ hand then crawled down along Starlite’s torso, making serpentines down her belly and thighs, just a few tantalizing inches from her nethers. Only now did the mare realize that she had yet to explore the most intimate "enhancements" the suit gave her - though it was hard to think about it in the first place, as the experience had made her all but lose distinction between her equine body and the one cuddling with Mistress.

“You know, Starlite, dearie, sweetie… You are a xenophiliac. I know that for a fact,” Numinous stated. “So for your information, my special pet...” She blew cherry scented smoke into Starlite’s snout. To a draconic olfactory system, the smell was oddly arousing. “…this will still count as cross-species intercourse.”

The green dragoness grinned, and her hand finally closed the gap, claws teasing Starlite's entrance. “Enjoy!~”

The mare gave a small gasp. To an outsider, it would have seemed like an oddly lukewarm reaction, if not for the venomous chuckle Numinous gave in response. The suit was still not cooperating with her, but the stimulation set off intense waves of pleasure, amplified by the crystal circuitry, and the sheer intensity of it all overwhelmed the ’grip’ on Starlite's faculties. It was just enough to make her open her mouth, inhale sharply, eyes widening a little, all to the thorough amusement of her Mistress. Moreover, the magical feedback loop was still active, and as Starlite's horn fizzled and crackled, she soon felt her own lust crashing back onto her.

“Ohhh~” She arched her back, tail swishing from side to side, and she leaned into her partner, legs quivering as she did her best to stay upright.

“Mhmm~” Numinous dispensed with the monologues. Her actions already spoke volumes, not to mention her mouth was busy getting another sample of Starlite’s ’flavor’. Something about the tone of her hum was quite foreboding, and the mare did not need to wait long to find out.

Those skilled fingers gently stroked her lower lips, a thumb settling on her most sensitive spot, pressing and rubbing to elicit more squirming and moans. As always, Mistress knew exactly how to make her ’sing’. And yet, somehow this was something more. All their past sessions felt whimsical by comparison. She tried to think, but any coherent string of ideas slipped right out, caught in the wake of another powerful rush of pleasure, drawing a low moan from her lips. Mistress pressed tightly into the submissive dragoness’ back, legs and tail coiling around Starlite's own. Her free hand trailed up toward her pet’s chest, gently kneading one of her mounds while she whispered into her ear.

Something felt off. Different. It was right on the tip of her tongue, yet a swift pinch from Numinous' teeth banished it from her mind. She could hear the dragoness speaking to her again. Explaining things. Examining. Praising and scolding. She felt kisses being trailed up her neck and to her cheek. The fingers dove in between her folds, making her lift her head and moan toward the heavens. Heat pooled in her belly, a pressure that steadily grew from Mistress’ rhythmic teasing.

The voice was ever-present now, detached from the physical, yet in tune with the events around her. It narrated her thoughts, feeding into that fire building inside as she considered Mistress delving so deep. Her limbs could move freely now, though she could only think of moving them to join the embrace. Words turned into laughter, her moans fading into the background, even as they became more frequent and intense. Her body swayed, thighs clenching around the claws that plunged in between them. Her eyes lost focus, barely able to make out distinct shapes through the haze.

For a moment, she could have sworn she saw two emerald serpents intertwined, setting off a sense of triumph in her head, the level of arrogance feeling quite foreign, yet familiar and alluring at the same time. Meanwhile, the claws below finally pushed her over the edge, and the building heat and pressure exploded into her body, her last thought drowned out by her own ecstatic cry.