The Royal Brat's Reality Check: Only the Finest of Hues

Chapters

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 1
Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 2
Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 3
Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 5
Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 4

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 1

Author's Note

Hello fellow weirdos! Figured I'd update the author's notes of this first installment now that the second is available. The Royal Brat's Reality Check series was written as a no-expense-spared clopfic, meaning it's very long. I wrote it this way because I feel many quality clopfics are too short, so one of my goals was to remedy this by writing the spicy bits to such an extensive length that they felt sufficiently long according to my standards. Only about 20% of this chapter collectively qualifies as plot progression/character development, the other 80% is... well, not.

Don't forget to give the sequel a looksy if there's anything in here that you even slightly liked. Not to toot my own horn, but I've gotten a fair bit better at writing since this first installment was published, so the second installment should be—at the very least—as good (if not much better) overall as this first installment and any of its 'high-points', if you catch my drift.

I thank you in advance for any feedback you have to offer, positive or negative. Be it constructive with improving my writing techniques or just stemming from your own personal tastes/reactions!

Smut contents of this series have been written with human sexual anatomy in mind for all female characters, meaning while body shape is show-accurate and feral, there will be no equine-specific sexual anatomy references of any kind, such as crotch breasts or 'winking'. Sexual anatomy of male characters are given no such alignment to humans.
Also keep in mind, this series has an automatic implication that all characters depicted have their sense of morality/inhibitions overwritten by base hormonal urges at one point or another, exclusively for the sake of maintaining a consistent ~~excuse for~~ source of spiciness without sacrificing character believability too much.
~~Translation: Everybody in this story belongs in horny jail by the end.~~

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Disclaimer!

Remember! Pornography-induced dopamine rushes are dangerously addictive, especially for younger individuals! Porn is not, and never will be an accurate reflection/depiction of any healthy and successful real-life relationships, period. Over-consumption/reliance on porn can wreak devastating havoc on ones mind, body, and personal relationships in their private life. All pornography is intentionally crafted to be an unrealistic fantasy, and that's where it should always remain. Please pace yourself and consume all forms of degenerate online filth responsibly.
Thank you and enjoy! :twilightsmile:

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 1

The road had long since dissipated from sleek cobblestone to a well-worn mix of gravel and dirt. Rolling along it was an unmistakably unique carriage, donning bright blue and white ribbons along its upper rim. Hundreds of sparkling crystalline stones dotted the carriage’s shining exterior in breathtaking patterns; a beautiful hybrid of vivid artistry and talented jewel smithery. It was an over-the-top display, to say the least. Not to mention, a stark contrast to it’s current surroundings of empty forest. This carriage was a mobile status symbol of the highest regard, owned and used expressly by royal elites of the Crystal Empire.

“Your Highness, forgive me for speaking freely, but I cannot stress enough how long this outing has already taken. We’ve gone quite far,” said the Earth Pony stallion pulling the carriage, turning his head over his shoulder as he addressed the sole passenger on board behind him. “Furthermore, if I am to return you home before nightfall, we should head back now.”

“Quit your bellyaching, Cotton. I picked you for your legs, not your whining. It’s barely past mid-day,” spat a snide Flurry Heart, silencing him from behind the pink silken drape of the carriage’s front window as she lay comfortably on the cushy, leather upholstery of the interior, feather-filled pillows resting beside her. The seating within was remarkably spacious to the point of doubling as a small single bed, should a long-enough journey call for sleep in transit.

The stallion took her animosity in stride, and silently turned his head back toward the path as he tugged her carriage along it. He’d worked at the Crystal Palace long enough to know better than to press a matter after such a snippy response... especially with her.

His name was Cotton Cream. He was one of many servants at the Crystal Palace. The coffee-brown, blonde-maned stallion typically busied himself with manual labor and other chores that mare maids didn’t necessarily have the muscle to pull off on a day-to-day basis. He had always had a dumb boy’s crush on the Crystal Princess. Then again, virtually every stallion did, both in the Crystal Palace and down in the streets of the commoner’s. This was the royal daughter, Princess Flurry Heart, after all!

Flurry Heart would only ever let herself be seen in the most exquisite of garbs, a fair portion of her wardrobe even having been custom-made by the Element of Generosity herself! Flurry made it her business to turn her form into as much a work of art as she could, taking after her mother when it came to doing her face each morning.

Despite his hidden fondness, Cotton Cream wouldn’t lie to himself; she was a spoiled, condescending, pretentious brat surrounded by hundreds of thousands of bits worth of luxury she had never worked a day in her life to earn.

It was all because she was born so special. It caused the riches and gifts and praise to flow in even more-so than your average royal birth. Though, everyone who had actually interacted with her on even a semi-regular basis knew of her insane ego, Cotton Cream included.

And yet... he still adored her in secret just as much as when he was a stupid colt living in the outer districts of the Crystal Empire.

Growing up, he had dreamed of the palace so many times. Seeing it every night from his bedroom window, lit up so brilliantly in a dazzling light show of soft and shifting colors. It was like a personal nightlight glowing just for him, and it had filled him with wonder when he was young. Watching it gleam in the moonlight in such a mystical manner. The magnificent aurora of lights it would regularly cast in the night skies above. The seemingly endless hustle and bustle of all the surrounding market shops and businesses that remained active all throughout the night. And at the top of it all?

Her.

Princess Flurry Heart. The pinnacle of regality, living in the highest room of the palace that looked out on all the empire.

As a colt, he would always stare out to the inner district and think:
What a life to lead, living so close to the palace that you routinely walk directly under it on your way to a fancy restaurant... and right past the Crystal Heart, too! I bet you could even spot the Princess on her balcony from any one of those shops!

The majority of his birthday’s were spent visiting the empire’s innermost district. ”The place you wanna be, there’s just so much to see!” as the slogan on the advertisement fliers went. One such birthday, his parents even scraped enough money together for him to take the Crystal Palace tour. It had only showcased the first two floors of the palace, but even that was enough to have him enamored. Though he never got to see her, the simple fact that it had put him closer to the Crystal Princess than ever before was the real icing on the cake that day.

Come his twenty-first birthday, he could think of nothing more exciting than to actually work in the palace. Now that he met the minimum age requirement, he applied for royal staff...

...again, and again, and again.

The rejection letters hadn’t discouraged him much. It was a long shot after all, and he knew it, but that only made him all the more elated when at long last, he received an acceptance letter. He was going to be a real-life, full-fledged, genuine royal servant!

Granted, the position was as low on the board as it comes, but never-the-less he would get to be a real part of that palace that had filled his dreams for so many years. More importantly, he would actually get to see—maybe even meet—the Crystal Princess!

But that was almost two years ago, now. Boyish fantasies of drawing a hot bath for Her Majesty Princess Flurry Heart the Flawless, or being asked to come stand on her balcony with her and enjoy the view had all been replaced by monotonous lifting tasks, shining and rearranging shields and spears for the royal guard, and carrying prepared meals from the kitchen all the way up countless flights of stairs to Flurry’s chambers because she wasn’t in the mood to come out that day.

Usually, when he would wish her a good morning or ask how she was, he would be met with cold silence as she walked by, not even acknowledging his presence, let alone that he had said anything at all. That was one reason why Cotton Cream had been quietly ecstatic when Flurry Heart approached him this morning concerning a “private outing” of which she required a “strong stallion”. That was the first time that she had struck up conversation with him, as opposed to the other way around.

Admittedly, her wording enticed Cotton in a heartbeat, but looking back on it, he was beginning to think he’d been manipulated into agreeing.

It had been hours by now. He had been pulling her carriage far out beyond even the sight and massive stature of the Crystal Palace, through dense woods and over winding hills. They were well off the beaten path of any common roads. She had asked him to take her to a flower field. A flower field of all things!

Flurry Heart had taken up painting in the last year, and insisted only certain flora would do for the colors she wanted in her next piece, which just so happened to be yet another self-portrait.

She had gotten increasingly picky about what she was given to use for her works. She’d even gone as far as shouting the local florist out of the palace for being an “inept peasant” whose flowers produced “shades weaker than your bloodline”.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but...” Cotton piped up for a second time, pausing as he ran through scenarios of worry in his head. Flurry gave an audible, agitated exhale. “It’s quite dangerous for a member of the royal family such as yourself to be traveling this far from the palace with no protection. As I recall, protocol is a minimum of five soldiers of the royal guard to escort you farther than-”

“That’s why you’re here,” Flurry interrupted, her head popping out from behind the pink curtain to face Cotton. “Your very strong for such a young stallion. That’s why I wanted you! You’re my protection. You can keep me safe, can’t you?” Flurry Heart cocked her head down and to the side, blinking a couple more times than necessary and sporting a subtle smile.

This was entirely uncharacteristic from her normal, cynical, dismissive attitude, and Cotton knew it... but boy, was she beautiful up close. The soft, pink lace hue of her coat. Her piercing, light blue eyes. Long, silky mane. Pronounced black eyeliner complimenting her gaze. A royal headdress of polished silver bands with braided threads that dangled tiny precious gems behind her ears. She was gorgeous in more ways than one. Cotton’s words were caught in his throat as he looked back and locked eyes with her.

“Well... I mean, yes, your Highness. But I-”

“Great, keep going. We’re nearly there,” Flurry cut him off once more, retreating back into the luxurious confines of the carriage.

Cotton was certain he was being manipulated now.

She probably had just wanted to leave immediately, rather than go through the proper process of rallying a few available guards and waiting for them to gear up... or maybe she was having him take her somewhere the royal guard wouldn’t actually allow, and he was the only one new enough—and gullible enough—to say yes. They were pretty far out, after all. He didn’t like this one bit, but just like everything else with the Crystal Princess, he went along with it anyway. Cotton Cream had a serious problem with saying no to her.

“Your Highness, why not just send someone out to fetch the flowers you need?” Inquired Cotton Cream, still hoping to slowly bargain his way into turning the carriage around sooner rather than later.

“None of those idiots know what a Centaurea Maculosa looks like when it’s at its most vibrant,” Flurry exclaimed in her signature annoyed tone of voice from behind the pink curtain. “My painting requires only the finest of hues. I need to see each one for myself before we bring it back. I’m sick and tired of trivial delays getting in the way of my art!” she huffed.

Cotton was about to ask why she couldn’t just fly here herself, then fly back. She was an alicorn, after all. An alicorn with the most impressive set of wings Equestria had ever seen. He instead bit his tongue, because he knew full-well what the answer was: she didn’t want to.

She would rarely leave the palace if she didn’t have to, and used her wings for show far more than anything else. Flying out here on her own would be tiring, so instead she opted to have Cotton Cream get tired for her, even if that meant taking several hours longer than necessary. Though, Cotton knew that making her admit this out loud would assuredly put her in a sour mood, so he carried on in quiet.

Cotton Cream pulled her carriage up one final incline, then trailed down and out of the section of dense woods they had been in for the past hour. It lead into a wide open clearing of grassy slopes with patches upon patches of colorful flowers all around, and surely even more yet to be seen just beyond the initial hills of the terrain.

Flurry parted the curtain of her carriage’s window with her magic, glancing around nonchalantly at their new surroundings. “Stop here,” she ordered.

Cotton slowed his pace to a crawl until coming to a gentle halt, as his servant training had taught him. He unhitched himself from the carriage tongues’ breeching and sauntered over to the coach’s side, preparing to help Flurry Heart out of the carriage.

Upon opening the door, he was immediately reminded of exactly why he had willfully allowed the princess to practically hustle him into taking her all the way out here with little to no information: She really was stunning, and he just couldn’t get his dumb boy crush under control.

Flurry Heart laid placidly on the cushioned seating inside. Cotton was suddenly given the best possible view of the extravagant pink gown that she was wearing. It had strips of purple and teal that matched her mane, and small jeweled beads all along the expensive satin fabric that went from between her wings, along her lower back, and all the way to the bottom rim of the dress that draped down her rump, concealing all but the hooves of her hindlegs that were poking out beneath it’s hem.

Flurry craned her neck over to stoically lock eyes with Cotton, who—for a faint moment—almost shut the door on her out of instinct.

He felt like he had violated her privacy somehow, given that her hindquarters were facing him as she had been gazing out the opposite window in her prone and poised pose. “Well?” she chided impatiently, raising an eyebrow at Cotton. “Go to the boot and open the trunk!”

“Oh, uhh... right,” Cotton was taken a bit off guard, given that proper etiquette was to first help your passenger out of the carriage as soon as it had come to a halt.

He walked around to the rear boot where Flurry had told him to place her trunk of unknown contents before their departure. Popping the latches on the chest, it opened to reveal a folded double-bag harvesting saddle, a spyglass, and a book of horticulture.

Cotton apparently took a little too long looking at the items in the trunk.

“Bring me the book,” Flurry said curtly in a frustrated tone, as though she was telling him something he should already know.

Cotton scooped it up and hurriedly walked back over to the open carriage door, offering it to her.

Flurry Heart’s horn glowed, and she magically snatched it from his hoof, floating it over to her eyes as she rapidly flipped through dozens upon dozens of pages in a matter of seconds, stopping at one in particular.

“Here,” she turned the open book around, floating it back to Cotton Cream. She dropped it towards him before his hoof had even reached out, causing him to briefly fumble forwards in order to catch it. Her head turned back towards her window, completely disinterested in him.

The page she had opened the book to showed a picture of a bright purple flower. He glanced at it, thinking perhaps she wanted him to read it to her.

“What’s this?” Cotton asked.

“What you’re looking for,” she replied without bothering to turn her head back to him.

Oh. Of course. How very Flurry Heart of her, he thought to himself.

She wasn’t even going to get out of the carriage and pick any of the flowers herself. She expected him to go find them, bring them back to the carriage, and have her yay-or-nay each and every one before they could start back home.

“Ah. Yes, thank you, Your Highness,” said Cotton in as honest of a tone as he could muster, despite his internal aggravation at yet another classic example of the sheer audacity of this royal brat. “And what of the spyglass? Do you need it?”

“No dummy, you do,” Flurry condescended him without a care in the world. “The field is large, so go up a hill and use the spyglass. Anything that looks like what a peasant would call ’purple’ you go towards and see if it matches the picture,” she turned her head just enough to glare back at him through the corner of her eye. “Do you understand, now?” she said to Cotton in an insufferably belittling way, like she was talking to a special needs filly.

Cotton Cream had gotten used to Flurry Heart testing his patience like this. Everyone at the Crystal Palace but her own parents had, as well. Yet, this time was definitely up there in the top ten... or maybe top twenty. There were a lot of instances to pick from.

“Yes, Your Highness... but wouldn’t it be far better an idea if you came with me?” Cotton began, before suddenly realizing that almost sounded like he was telling her she should get off her royal heinie and actually help. “I mean, for your safety! I... can’t exactly... protect you, as you said, if you’re left alone here at the carriage without-”

“Cotton,” Flurry cut him off as she turned her head to face him, her expression one of feign friendliness.

Cotton waited for her to continue speaking, but she didn’t. Instead, she just stared at him, blinking twice expectantly.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“What did I pick you for?” she raised her eyebrows, looking for a very specific answer.

“My legs?” Cotton sighed.

“Then go use them,” she blurted out rudely before he could finish speaking, gesturing with a head tilt toward the field, then turning back to the window again. She rested her chin on a forehoof casually, disengaging from the interaction in the most apathetic way.

Cotton’s eyes drifted downward in defeat, taking another look at the book’s purple flower.

A small part of him just wanted to slam the book shut, toss it into the carriage, hitch back up and take her home immediately, whether she liked it or not.

...But then his eyes rose up and made several seconds of direct contact with that royal rear end of hers, draped in bejeweled satin cloth and pointed straight at him.

He’d never dare steal such a bold gaze when she was looking. He silently berated himself for deliberately checking her out like that at all, but given what he was putting up with, he justified it in the moment as well deserved.

I’m a chump, aren’t I? Cotton grumbled in his head, carefully closing the carriage door so as to not show that he had let her get to him... again.

He walked back over to the rear boot of the carriage, and grudgingly put on the harvester’s saddle. Two empty bags now resting on either side of him.

“There’s a good boy,” he heard Flurry Heart mutter to him from within the carriage.

He noted the page number for the purple flower she wanted so he could reference it again as he closed the book and placed it into one of the harvesting pouches, along with the spyglass.

She just walks all over me and I go along with it, he thought to himself. Why do I go along with it!? Is it that she’s royalty and I have to? Do I secretly like it? Is it because I want to grab that ass and just-

Cotton shook the perverse fantasy from his head before it began. There was no time for that now anyway. He was going to be in this damned flower field for at least two hours—if not more—wandering around like an idiot holding a book and looking for a very specific purple flower among what were likely a dozen different purple flowers, just because she said so.

He set off into the field, a cloud of quiet anger looming over him while he worked his way up the first hill, pulling out the spyglass, and searching for a ‘peasant’s purple’, as she called it.

After the first thirty minutes, though, he gradually discovered it wasn’t quite as grating on him as he thought it would be. In fact, it turned out that getting some distance from that sarcastic, gorgeous brat was exactly what he needed.

He actually found himself getting a bit lost in the process. He’d scan his surroundings through the spyglass for anything purple among several other vibrant colors, as though he was sailing the high seas searching for islands over the horizon. He’d spot the color, trot over, check the book to ensure it was the right species, pluck and stow. Rinse and repeat.

The only trouble was... the vast majority of them weren’t the right species of flower, just as he had worried.

Before long, he’d found himself doing this again and again for almost a whole hour, and what did he have to show for it? A whopping nine of these stupid ‘Centrifuge Medusas’, or whatever she had called them. This was going to take a long while if he didn’t pick up the pace.

As time passed back at the carriage, Flurry Heart was lost in her own thoughts, as was the norm for her when she was alone. Staring off into the sky and watching the rolling clouds drift along far out in the distance, she passed tiny judgements on things—but usually people—as she daydreamed. Judgements from her mind that were no kinder than those from her mouth.

Flurry Heart knew full-well what a stallion looked like when they were under her spell. Though, not just any suck-up would do. If she wanted to get this done today and no later, she had to pick someone that put her above any stupid, over-reaching regulations that would otherwise get in her way.

Cotton Cream was perfect for that. The youngest stallion servant employed at the palace. She had heard of how he’d practically flooded the mail room with his applications to serve there. Each one rejected was met with another application, mouth-written himself, and having small differences or meaningless little additions to his skill-set in a desperate attempt to look just a little bit more valuable than before.

Flurry grinned to herself. She had to admit, it was kind of cute how badly he had wanted it. It also made him a prime target to be her new errand boy.

Most other stallions that came to work at the palace—either as a servant, butler, or rookie guard—had all fallen prey to her routine of fluttering her eyelashes and using a soft, sweet voice that was exclusive to her manipulation tactics. Eventually though, they caught on and started giving her canned responses straight from their code of conduct booklet, just to be able to tell her no without telling her no. She grew so annoyed with the ones that did that.

Cotton Cream, though, was still in the early stages of palace servitude... and he adored her in secret, she could tell. Flurry gambled she could keep him putty in her hooves for perhaps twice as long as other newcomer stallions from the past before he’d finally catch on too, beginning to live and breathe protocol as an avoidance strategy against her like all the others eventually had.

A knock on the carriage’s opposite door pulled her out of her musings.

It’s only been an hour! Flurry thought to herself. No way this idiot filled both bags that fast.

“Open it,” she sighed, preparing for more annoyances from her new lackey.

The carriage door swung open, but to Flurry’s surprise, she was not met with the face of a fatigued Cotton Cream, but the mug of a bipedal dragon staring back at her.

She paused, eyeing the drake over. He was male for sure. His face a stern and somewhat grim-looking visage. His figure was clearly one of someone who did physical labors on the regular. He was fit, and covered in night-black scales with two horns that curved back and down protruding out from the top of his head.

He was dressed exactly like a bounty hunter. He wore a masterfully stitched sleeveless cargo vest that exposed the size and toned muscle of his arms, a leather strap across his chest with little pouches and vials, a noticeably large leather sheath housing a dagger belted onto his right hip, gloves on his hands that had metal bracings on the top; the whole nine yards.

“Who are you?” she demanded, her expression completely unmoved.

“I am Shade, a humble adventurer, Your Majesty,” he spoke in a deep, masculine voice that she couldn’t help but silently note was extremely commanding, yet slightly gruff. “Is everything alright? Why is your carriage abandoned all the way out here?” he asked her, sounding concerned.

Flurry was unphased by him, however. Telling people off of all shapes and sizes was an art form for her, and she was in no mood to sign anything from a wanderer that thought he’d be owed her attention just for checking on her well-being.

Yet, in the back of her head, she couldn’t shake a quiet worry that perhaps this wasn’t just some draconic vagabond.

“My carriage is not abandoned if I’m in it, commoner. I’m here on royal business, which is none of your concern. Shut the door and be on your way!” she snapped, using her typical, dismissive demeanor, far too antsy to get back to her peace and quiet to bother with even basic manners.

Yet, the black-scaled dragon just stood there. His eyes wandered from hers, down to her folded wings, then across her magnificent, sparkling dress, and lower still down to her rump. A subtle smirk slowly crept onto his face as his gaze came to rest on her clothed flank.

Flurry was appalled as she watched where his eyes went, her expression immediately turning to one of furious disbelief.

This degenerate was staring right at her ass! Right in her own carriage!

In a not-so-thought-out reflex, she whipped her tail directly at him. She wasn’t close enough to make contact, but it was certainly enough to make him flinch, his eyes darting back up to hers.

Shade’s smirk turned into a toothy grin, and he bellowed out in a deep and rowdy laugh.

Alright, that’s IT!

An indignant Flurry Heart raised herself up off the seating of the interior, and faced the chortling dragon. He backed away from the carriage a few steps as she jumped out of it in a huff. “Listen here, buck-o!” she shouted, her calm, collected, nonchalant attitude vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Upon exiting the carriage, however, she realized he wasn’t alone. There were two others as well. A dark red, and a yellow dragon that were dressed much the same as Shade, and equally as imposing. She gave them both a quick glance, but it didn’t deter her concentrated rage on the ebony-scaled one before her.

“I don’t know what trashy lowlife standards your kind has, but a scum-puddle like you does NOT let his eyes roam over royalty!” she absolutely went off on him. “Furthermore, you don’t get to ignore a royal command you stupid lesser! Shut the door means shut the door! You will not touch my carriage ever again, you got that!? I am Princess Flurry Heart of the Crystal Empire, and my being out here trumps your being out here, so hit the road you cretinous, overgrown cragadile, or you’re looking at a one way ticket to a dungeon cell for the rest of your useless days!” Flurry Heart craned her neck forward and raised her eyebrows menacingly. “Try me, and I’ll have your hide turned into cheap farmer’s boots!” she spat through gritted teeth as she finished.

It was quite a sight in and of itself. A prim and proper-looking princess covered in vibrant, dazzling attire with perfect mane, manicured hooves, and done up face was chewing out this bulky, jet-black dragon that looked like he could bench press her for fun. He stood a solid two to three feet taller than her. Granted, she was on all fours, and he was not, but she still had to look up at him as she barked out her threat.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

“Damn, sweetheart, you’re vicious!” the yellow one nearby exclaimed in hearty laughter. The dark red by his side had an amused smile on his face, clearly having enjoyed her outburst, their chipper and unbothered reactions doing nothing to quell her fuming outrage.

“Now gentledrakes, don’t be rude. She has a point!” the ebony dragon maintaining direct eye contact with Flurry Heart as he spoke, his eerily stoic expression betraying the calm and sincere tone of his voice. “She is royalty. We should be more formal and give her the respect she deserves,” he said in heavy sarcasm. “Please, Your Majesty, forgive me. Allow us to introduce ourselves proper.”

“I don’t care who you are, you will leave at once. Get outta here! Last warning!” Flurry’s anger was boiling over. She had never felt so disrespected in her whole life. To Tartarus with what was ‘becoming’ of a princess, the last of her self-control about to snap like a twig.

“My name is Shade, and I do... contracting work,” he said calmly, completely ignoring her warning. “These are my... business partners, Krim,” he pointed to the dark red dragon, “and Dandy,” then to the yellow dragon, who waved casually at Flurry with clawed fingers twiddling in the air.

Once she heard all their names together, it suddenly clicked.

‘Shade’, with the pitch-black scales. ‘Krim’, with the crimson scales. Dandy, with the yellow scales. ‘Dandy’ no-doubt short for dandelion, the yellow herb. These weren’t even their real names! These were simple aliases to loosely describe them.

She was well read, and she knew what this meant. It was common practice for members of illegal or shady guilds to use placeholder names, both as a mark of reputation in their guild, and also so their true identity wouldn’t be printed on wanted posters.

How they were geared up like they were going hunting for an Ursa Major. The way the black one had disregarded her authority. How he was so brash as to undress her in his head while she was looking right at him! Calling her sweetheart!? These weren’t simply cocky travelers hailing from the outskirts of Ember’s dragon lands, clueless of how to behave around royalty... they were coordinated, and most definitely had wicked intent.

Flurry Heart wasn’t just being disrespected, she was in a situation.

That was fine, though. She was Flurry Heart. Glittering and glorious! Wings unlike any seen before or since. Raw magic power practically on par with Twilight Sparkle herself! Why, Flurry was accidentally blasting out beams of pure energy when she was just an infant! Now, she was an adult... and very, very pissed. These ruffians picked the wrong target.

Without hesitating for another moment, she reared up on her hindlegs, her wings swiftly unfolding to show their intimidating size. “Stupid peasants,” she growled, before stomping her forehooves down to the ground, pointing her horn directly at Shade and...

...

Nothing?

Why did nothing happen? That wasn’t right. He should have been blasted clean out of his boots, a small crater where he used to be standing, but instead... not even a magic fizzle?

Flurry concentrated her mind, and thrust her horn down and forward a second time, grunting in effort to will the violent spell forth, but still nothing happened.

Her eyes opened in a panic, and she looked up at Shade who was standing in front of her with a relaxed posture, that same smirk still on his scaled face. She hadn’t noticed until just now, but he had piercing blue eyes that peered right into hers. She felt a pang of terror, but kept it hidden from her expression.

“Yeah, you were right. She is a bit of a mean bitch, isn’t she?” Krim chided, as though nothing of significance was going on.

Flurry’s eyes darted over to him as he made the comment, and that’s when she noticed it beside him: a piece of finely cut, circular metal laying flat on the ground, with large prongs embedding it into the earth. A small, dark purple crystal was levitating inside a glass dome at the center, sparking with violent little jolts of activity.

A proximity magic inhibitor.

Krim must have deployed it while she was shouting her outrage at Shade.

How could they possibly have something like that? Those weren’t just ludicrously expensive, they were very, very illegal. You could be locked up for a decade just for owning one, let alone being caught selling it. The artificial gem inside looked to be exactly the kind she’d read about. Forged by vile wizards seeking power rather than knowledge, and crafted in an attempt to replicate the magic of Tirek and other demons of eras past. She’d figured all of them had been sought out and destroyed by now after The War on Dark Magic concluded years ago, leaving nothing but heavily-regulated magic-blocking horn rings... but apparently not, because there it was.

Her next immediate instinct was to fly away. They had wings too, but tucked neatly back behind all the mercenary garments they were wearing. Plus, her wings were bigger. She didn’t even need a head start, she could outfly them easy!

...If she hadn’t decided to get so close to Shade during her temper tantrum.

Flurry Heart backed up slowly, trying to create some distance so she could have the time to twirl around and take to the skies, but Shade knew precisely the only move she had left to make, and he was ready for it.

He lunged at her the exact moment she spun away and raised her wings. "Woaaah there!" said Shade amusedly, grabbing her by her wing and neck from behind. "Where do you think you're going, sweet cheeks?" he chuckled villainously. Krim and Dandy bolted over to help him, the three of them dragging her down into the grass, easily overpowering her.

Flurry had only ever practiced self-defense in magic. Now, she was as helpless as an Earth Pony... but far weaker. She was an absolute pillow princess being wrestled to the ground by a trio of tough-as-nails lizard men. She stood no chance at all to resist them.

“Get off! Get your filthy paws off me! No!” Flurry Heart screamed, her voice full of fury as a scaled hand came down on her muzzle, gripping it closed firmly and silencing her into muffled screeching.

“You’re sure you were thorough?” Shade spoke over her struggling form.

“Me and Dan triple-checked every last tree along the whole ridge. There’s not a soul in the forest, no clouds for any fliers to hide in, and that huge meadow leads nowhere but the Badlands,” Krim replied, a hint of anticipation in his voice. “She’s definitely out here alone.”

Shade grinned wickedly, looking back down at the writhing princess beneath him. “Good... then we have plenty of time.”

Flurry's stomach dropped as she heard him say those words, looking up at him with panic and hatred in her eyes, noting the way he spoke with that awful hunger in his voice. She thrashed desperately for her freedom.

Shade rose up from the restrained Flurry Heart, leaving her struggling under Krim and Dandy’s hold. He glanced at the back of her carriage, and walked over. Seeing the trunk resting on the rear boot, he stepped forward, popped the latches and opened it. “Perfect,” he whispered to himself, finding nothing inside. He shut the lid and lifted the heavy chest off of the carriage’s rear boot with ease, walking it over to a soft patch of grass nearby.

“Bring her over here,” Shade commanded as he set the trunk down in the greens.

Dandy released her muzzle, and with the help of Krim, effortlessly lifted the squirming princess up off the ground, carrying her over to the makeshift hot seat Shade had placed.

The moment Flurry’s muzzle was released, she immediately began screaming again. “Bastards! Disgusting, reprobate degenerates! Release me right fucking now, or you’ll die alone in a cell UNDER MY HOOVES!”

Flurry Heart had never used such profane, vulgar language in front of anyone before, but she was beyond enraged. Awash with humiliation in how they lackadaisically rough-handled her like she was a prize toy at a carnival.

The two draconic brutes sat her down on the trunk, her haunches resting on the top of it, and her hind hooves dangling just above the grass below. Krim and Dandy were at her sides, each holding a foreleg tightly to keep her still. Krim put a hand back over her muzzle to quiet her onslaught of shouting, demands, and threats.

Shade lowered himself down on one knee, kneeling before her in a show of mock-respect for her royal status. His conniving eyes met her fiery ones.

“Now then,” he cooed, taking her right forehoof into his gentle grip and raising it up to his face. “I believe we got off on the wrong—” he pressed his lips to the top of her forehoof, kissing it politely “—hoof, as it were. I’d like if we could be friends,” Shade spoke playfully, clearly trying to upset and abase her as much as possible.

He stood up and leaned forward, his gaze going up and down her body, from the flaming hatred of her eyes, down to the finely sewn hem of her dress, and back up again. “I must say, Your Majesty... you are absolutely beautiful!” Shade placed a gloved forefinger and thumb under her chin, like he was inspecting her worth.

In truth, he was. He was drinking her in. Beholding the soft elegance of her facial features. His gaze dancing with hers. Everything about her from her dolled up face to the brilliant shine of jewelry from her headdress screamed 'royalty' to an exuberant degree. A mischievous smile grew on Shade's face as he looked upon the Crystal Princess, basking in how unbelievably attractive the young mare was up close. He knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he planned on taking his sweet time.

Shade signaled with a finger-flick for Krim to release her muzzle, and the moment Krim did, Flurry immediately spat like a viper directly at Shade’s face, the dollop of saliva landing on his left cheek.

“Fuck you! You’ll have the entire might of the Crystal Empire’s military coming after you for this. Do you hear me!? There is no where you’ll be able to hide once-” Shade shot his hand around to the back of Flurry’s head, roughly grabbing a handful of her mane, which was enough to startle her into gasped silence.

Only now did she realize just how frail she really was compared to this towering, muscly dragon. But her foolhardy pride was stronger still, and she scowled up at him.

“...o-once they hear of-” Flurry stammered, continuing her threat before Shade’s stern tonal shift interrupted her.

“Seems you don’t want to play nice... but that’s okay,” he spoke with a calm but threatening aura, wiping her saliva off his cheek. A sly curl formed at the corner of his mouth. He leaned in closer to her, meeting her eyes face to face, causing Flurry’s breathing to deepen in fear, her rigid look of defiance still present and unwavering.

“To tell you the truth—” Shade raised his gloved right hand to Flurry Heart’s face, pressing his thumb into her mouth and forcing her jaw open from the intrusion. Her breathing hastened as the gloved digit wedged itself between the back right row of her teeth. “—neither do I,” he whispered, his face an inch from hers.

Shade forced his lips to hers in an aggressive, full-mouth kiss. It wasn’t slow or romantic, it was harsh and thieving.

Flurry squinted her eyes shut and immediately screamed into the unwanted oral assault, squirming violently in the clutches of the three dragons, trying to break free. Krim and Dandy held her tighter to keep her from moving left or right. All she could do was lean back as far as possible to try and pull her mouth out away from Shade's, but he leaned further and further forward at the same time, following her down until they were both completely horizontal. He laid overtop her, continuing his attack on her lips completely unabated. His hips rested squarely between her hindlegs, weighing down on her and ensuring she had nowhere to wriggle but deeper into the violating kiss. She kicked her lower legs out from the bottom of her dress again and again, swiping them at nothing as they flailed wildly on either side of him. As soon as she realized she couldn't move in any direction anymore, she promptly registered the current posture of her predicament, and it made her go utterly berserk. It was a sex pose! He'd locked the Crystal Princess into a missionary position underneath him, his large, clawed hand clamping down on the back of her head to keep her face pointed up toward his, her hair dangling down behind her ears inches above the grass. The clicking and clacking of little jewels knocking into each other as they hung from her headdress filled the gaps between the sounds of her anguished, choking wails.

Her eyes shot open, zipping around in search of relief that was nowhere to be found. All she could see was the deep, shadowy black hue of his scalie face obscuring all but the far edges of her peripheral vision. His eyes were closed and a subtle snarl resided on the top of his snout as he repeatedly pressed his mouth into hers with a passionate intensity that made her sick to her stomach. He was so domineering, his lips crashing over her own, suckling firmly, pulling back, letting go with a messy-sounding, saliva-drenched 'tlup', then going right back in for more. Again and again and again. He kissed her dirty, sloppy, needy. It wasn't just kissing for kissing's sake. He macked on her maw with wet, ravenous, arrogant force behind each pushing closure of his lips that captured her own, like he was going out of his way to make sure she felt as romantically degraded as possible.

Flurry felt a dizzy mixture of disgust, outrage, humiliation, and total shock at what was being done to her. She had no way out. Couldn't speak, couldn't break free, couldn't wriggle, couldn't move, couldn't even turn her head away. They were all so viciously strong in their coordinated restraint of her slender, regal figure. She felt like she was being traumatized by the sheer lack of any control as something so invasively intimate was forced upon her. How did it go from an outing for flowers to a burly dragon thug not just stealing her first kiss, but practically devouring it for his own satisfaction?

Just when Flurry Heart thought she couldn’t stand anymore, she felt him slip his tongue into her mouth, and her muffled screaming into the kiss was instantly reinvigorated.

He pushed forward, sealing his lips right on to hers and holding them there while his tongue danced around inside her mouth, sliding up along the inner walls of her maw and pushing against them, causing brief protrusions on her outer cheeks as his tongue wormed around inside her chops with hurried, explorative movements.

Her first instinct was to bite his tongue as hard as she could, but she was quickly reminded of his thumb that was lodged into the back of her jaw. The small metal bracings on the top of his armored glove served as a bite block between her teeth. She was also reminded of exactly how prehensile a dragon’s tongue was as Shade managed to coil his completely around hers, ensnaring her tongue while simultaneously bathing it in a layer of his own saliva, making sure she couldn’t possibly evade the feel of it’s slick, twirling ministrations.

Flurry was panting heavily through her nostrils, her eyes wide with rage and fear, darting left and right saccadically. She desperately tried to break free from the iron grip of the two dragons at her sides, fruitlessly attempting to pull her head away from Shade’s hold to no avail. She could barely move an inch with all their hands holding her. She really did just have to lay there and take what he was doing to her. Held down as her delicate lips were given a vicious once-over from a ferocious pervert, feeling as though her pride and perfection were being stolen from her with every passing second that this black-scaled brute forced his twisting, tendril-esque tongue around the interior of her maw, wrapping itself luridly around her own tongue and tugging on it, fondling it, seizing all its mobility and marinating it with his own spittle from back to front. It was by far the filthiest and most spine-tinglingly alien sensation Flurry could have ever imagined feeling inside her own mouth. He was gratuitously frenching her against her will and then some! She couldn’t imagine any princess being treated worse than this. Her blood boiled and her shame broke the scales. She screamed into his maw sealing itself tight over hers, shrieking in furious indignation as loud as she possibly could.

Then, his tongue uncoiled itself from hers and began sliding further into the back of her mouth. Then further. Then even further, and a new wave of struggles erupted from Flurry when she caught on to what he was doing.

Dragons were lizards. Their tongues weren’t just flexible... they were long! Shade had only been using half the length of his the entire time that it’d been wrestling with hers.

His tongue slithered along the top of her own and trailed past it, gradually slipping deeper in. Flurry couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly going so slow and gentle, almost like he was hesitant all of a sudden... but as his tongue started to creep too far back, Flurry gave an involuntary ’glhk’, to which the slick length immediately retreated... then rapidly slid forward again, then back, then forward. Before she knew it, Shade was perversely thrusting his tongue in and out of the depths of her mouth repeatedly.

She realized he was testing where her gag reflex was triggered so he could get his tongue as far in as possible without having to break the kiss. It relieved her to know he wasn’t going to try and force it all the way down her throat, but her relief was replaced by more fuming outrage as Shade moaned into her mouth while his tongue continued its pumping motions back and forth within the confines of their sealed lips.

There was something positively horrendous to Flurry about hearing him moan like that. Knowing he was deriving pleasure from doing such a lascivious thing to her, and that she was helpless to stop even one little bit of it as it went on and on.

She tried to scream again in her renewed protest, but the sound she made came out in interrupted spurts, as every time his tongue went right up against where her throat began, it would cause another involuntary ’glhk!’, ’glhk!’, ’glhk!’, ’glhk!’, from her, over and over again.

Krim and Dandy looked up at each other, grinning in unison. They could tell from the sound of her gagging screams exactly what Shade was doing to her.

Dandy pulled at her foreleg as he held it, pressing her front hoof firmly over his groin where a bulge had formed. Not that she had any idea, though. Her eyes were tightly shut as she endured the deep, intrusive assault.

Krim massaged her other foreleg that he was holding, enjoying the feel of her soft fur between his clawed fingers while she was getting the inside of her mouth literally tongue-fucked by Shade, who was now audibly, continuously moaning into the forced lip lock with his captive princess.

Well, twenty-seven is way better than nine! Cotton Cream thought to himself as he worked his way up another of many hills, having one of his harvester pouches more than half-full of identical purple flowers.

He pulled out the spyglass once more, and with the aid of the elevated terrain, scanned his surroundings for what felt like the hundredth time.

Wait... I’ve already been on this hill, haven’t I? Cotton grumbled to himself, lowering the spyglass. Yeah, I’m sure of it! There’s blue over there, orange right there, he did a full turnaround, gathering his bearings on his location. Aaaaand there’s the carriage way over there! Cotton kicked himself, trying to figure out at what point he’d gotten so turned around.

Then, he noticed something odd, giving a second glance back at the direction of the carriage. The door was left open, and it looked like there were multiple figures in the distance next to it. What were those? Maybe logs, or rocks he hadn’t noticed when he set out into the field in a quiet huff?

Oh no... are those wild animals? That close to the carriage!? he thought in worry.

Cotton raised the spyglass, pointing it over to the figures.

They weren’t animals, but never-the-less, a rush of anxiety washed over him.

He was looking at what were definitely three dark-clothed figures of some species or another, standing upright. A red, a yellow, and a darker one that was... laying down? It looked as though it was draping itself over a boulder or... something.

Cotton adjusted the spyglass magnification, setting it to it’s maximum view distance and frantically gazing back through it.

He gave a shaky exhale at what he saw, his worry immediately morphing into horrified panic.

Three bipedal dragons all close together. A crimson red on the left, and a soft yellow on the right. The dark one in the middle was leaning far forward overtop of something, the back of his head subtly shifting up and down. There were two slender, light-pink equine legs sticking out on either side of his hips, kicking desperately at nothing. The rumples of an all-too-familiar dress were scrunched up between the bucking pony legs and the dragon’s body.

”Flurry Heart!” he burst out loud.

Who were they? What were they doing to her? What should he do? It was just supposed to be the two of them out here. There was no one to go to for help! Help was several hours trot away back at the empire!

A slew of fears rushed through Cotton Cream’s head. She was in danger! Was he looking at a struggle for her headdress? Were they thieves trying to steal it? Why were the other two at her sides so immobile then? Cotton couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t obliterating them with her powerful magic.

Oh shit... was he biting her jugular? Was he killing her!?

This worst-case-scenario hit Cotton Cream like a train, a fight-or-flight response kicking in as adrenaline rushed into his body. He had to get down there! It'd take him half a minute to sprint through that huge field separating him and the carriage, but he had to try and stop it. Maybe he could scare them away? They looked massive compared to him, but if Flurry Heart was being killed, he had to do something!

Mere milliseconds before he was about to lower the spyglass and bolt down the hill to her rescue, the black-scaled one in the middle leaned back up and off of her, standing himself upright. The two other dragons at either side raised her up by her forelegs into a sitting position on what Cotton could now see was the trunk from the carriage boot.

Cotton let out a small sigh of relief as he got a good look at her. She looked unharmed. No blood, no scratches, no nothing. Her headdress was still on, and even her make-up seemed intact.

But then... what had they been doing to her?

Flurry Heart was panting heavily, her threats and screams of before now replaced with labored, trembling breaths as she began to recover from the violating ordeal. The two dragons at her sides sat her upright on the trunk as she shook like a leaf, looking like she'd just been dunked into ice-cold water but still perfectly dry.

Shade looked her over, placing a gloved hand on her cheek. She looked up at him with gritted teeth, still having stern defiance in her glare as her breathing slowed to normal.

“My deepest apologies, Your Majesty... but you looked so—” he gave a wide, toothy grin “—ravishing!”

She heard Krim and Dandy chuckling together at either side of her, their clawed hands squeezing down excitedly on her forelegs and shoulders.

Flurry could tell by now, Shade was clearly the leader of their little party. The other two had been readily complicit and patient in helping him restrain her for that... session of cruel pervertion. If she had any hope of talking her way out of this, it was with him.

She looked down to the grass beneath her, thinking of what to say, the greens at her hind hooves reminding her of why she was out at the edge of these massive, hilly plains in the first place.

Maybe everything would be fine, if she could perhaps just stall them—or, stars forbid, sate them—until he came back. He was her only chance for salvation now. She just needed to hold out until her errand boy returned to change the situation, maybe give her a chance to fly off.

“Y-You’ve had your fun... now flee,” she said, trying her best to keep her voice from quivering as she spoke, the shuttering in her chest less from fear and more from the brutal shock that such a foul, crass, salacious thing had just happened to her of all ponies! “I have a platoon of guards on their way back right now. Enough is enough,” she lied through her teeth, hoping to scare them into taking the bait.

Shade stepped closer to her, lifting her chin up to his eyes. “You’re a bad liar, Your Majesty,” he said in a deep, soothing voice before pushing his lips against hers one more time for a greedy, wet, full-lip kiss.

Cotton Cream watched through the spyglass, trying to figure out what his next move should be.

He saw her mouth moving and figured a conversation was happening. The black-scaled dragon placed his hand under her chin, lifting her gaze up to meet his, and the posture of it all set off some very specific alarms in Cotton’s head.

Then, he saw the drake push his mouth over Flurry’s. She yanked her head to the side in disgust, her assailant smirking his enjoyment of her rebellious spirit.

He had stolen a kiss from her!

Suddenly, it all fell into place for Cotton. What that dragon had been doing on top of her before; he had been making out with her! The other two had been holding her in place so she couldn’t escape his mouth.

Cotton felt a pang of rage, knowing that this group of bandits was ganging up on her to take advantage of her beauty for their own sick fun. The idea of dropping his saddlebags and running down there suddenly seemed worth considering for entirely different reasons.

He had no experience in real combat, but had spent some time chatting with numerous members of the royal guard, who’d detailed their experiences in fighting. What worked, what didn’t, mistakes they made. It was a gamble, but maybe if those dragons were just a bunch of all-bark-no-bite morons, he could threaten them away, or at least word himself into a position of bargaining somehow.

Flurry would love me for it... if it worked, he weighed his options. The thought caught in his head for a moment; being seen as uniquely valuable by the princess he’d idolized and crushed on since adolescence...

Fantasies of being Flurry’s savior were quickly dashed, though, as his gaze through the spyglass caught sight of the black-scaled dragon’s weapon belt. A huge, nasty looking dagger rested on his hip in a sheath that appeared expertly tailored for that exact blade.

And just below him, a strange metal object was planted on the ground, with little purple lights coming from it, leading Cotton to believe it was some sort of advanced mechanism that was keeping Flurry from using her horn to protect herself.

If they had gear like that... then perhaps these goons were a bit more dangerous than he thought. What was the next best idea to running down alone and getting stabbed by what might be three violent, experienced outlaws?

Cotton’s thought process was interrupted as he watched the black-scaled dragon say something with a hand gesture, the other two drakes at Flurry’s sides then lifting her up, spinning her around, and bending her down over the trunk. Her head was facing away, and her rump now pointed right toward his spyglass’ view—the very same rump covered by gem-set satin fabric that he had stared at just before leaving the carriage.

Cotton Cream was suddenly transfixed on the scene before him. He had never seen the Crystal Princess bent over like that. The position was downright raunchy. A strange concoction of paradoxical feelings began brewing in Cotton’s mind as he watched the red and yellow drakes press a scalie hand down on each of her wings, forcing them to stay folded closed, and using their other hands to reach over and grip each hindleg securely so she couldn’t buck. It worried Cotton something fierce that they seemed to know wordlessly how to coordinate where their hands needed to be to restrain a mare in that particular position, as though they'd done it before.

The black-scaled dragon knelt down in front of her dress-covered rump, clearly eyeing it with dirty intent as he took one of his gloves off. He raised the bare hand up to Flurry Heart’s now pronounced rear end, and then patted it through her dress.

“You motherfucker, leave her alone!” Cotton said under his breath.

He was furious at seeing someone touch his princess like that, but in the back of his head, he couldn’t help but also note the odd coincidence that it was exactly what he’d fantasized doing to her not even two hours ago when she'd belittled him and sent him on his way.

Flurry’s heart pounded in her chest as she lay face down over the trunk, unable to see anything going on behind her as Krim and Dandy held her immobile in that humiliating pose.

Just that position alone had her rife with embarrassment. Bent over her own luggage trunk as though being displayed like a piece of meat at a market. “Stop this! Stop it!” she howled, her head flailing as she tried in vain to use a spell—any spell at all—to get herself out of this, but still to no avail.

“Now then,” Shade bent down on one knee, lowering himself down directly in front of her hindquarters. She felt him pat an ungloved hand down on her flanks, treating her presented bottom like a trophy. “Where were we, back in that carriage?” he gave a throaty chuckle.

“Don’t you dare, you wretched fuck!” Flurry yelled from the other end of the trunk.

“Let’s see,” Shade took off his other metal-braced glove, laying it aside in the grass with the first. He brought an open hand right up to the left cheek of Flurry Heart’s dress-covered posterior, eliciting a loud shriek of humiliation from her. “Was it something like this?” he said, palming her ass firmly, grabbing as much of the cheek as he could with a single hand and pawing at it through the fabric.

“Fucking heathen! Bastard! Licentious, cave-dwelling filth!” Flurry hurled a colorful series of long-worded insults at him as she endured having her pert haunches felt up by grabby dragon claws.

He pulled his hand off her ass, causing Flurry to calm herself for just a brief moment. “Ah, wait. I remember, now!” he said facetiously.

“No!” Flurry shouted.

“I was staring at this beautiful ass, and thinking how much better it’d look if...” he paused.

“No! Get off!” her nostrils flaring and heartrate skyrocketing.

“...this silly thing was out of the way!” Shade grabbed the hem of her expensive dress, and threw it straight up, exposing the pink lace fur of her plump buttocks to the open air.

“Noooooo! Fuck you! Get off of me! I’ll kill you!” Flurry screamed at the top of her lungs. All her years living as the most prestigious and sought-after girl in Equestria had resulted in her being wholly unprepared to handle the mental anguish of being treated in such a horribly wanton way.

He bunched up the fabric of the dress, tossing it onto her lower back, her tail going up with it. Dandy and Krim grabbed hold of the gown’s rumples, pinning them under their grip on her wings to keep them out of the way, her panty-clad ass and cutiemarks now in full view.

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 2

Cotton’s breath was caught in his throat, his eye instantly glued to the spyglass at the sight he was taking in. The visual stimuli flooded into his male brain. Despite what he could already tell was going on down there, what he saw still caught him totally by surprise.

The dark drake grabbed the bottom of Flurry’s dress, pulling it up and out of the way to reveal two soft-looking, light-pink globes of royal flank—a sight Cotton admittedly fantasized about dozens of times in the past. He heard a faint scream in the distance that he easily pegged to be hers as her posterior was completely exposed to the prying, perverted eyes of the black dragon, who himself reared his head back with a wide, toothy grin, relishing in the delectable new view.

Something depraved stirred in Cotton Cream as soon as he found himself staring straight at Flurry Heart’s perfect, luscious pink ass. There was nothing covering it save for what Cotton had to admit were astoundingly provocative violet panties. He had expected something way more modest, like bloomers... but come to think of it, the only thing Flurry Heart put above her looks was her comfort.

Still, Cotton couldn’t shake how insanely attractive it was just to know—let alone see—that a girl like Flurry Heart opted for slim-and-sexy panties under all those beautiful garbs she’d regularly flaunt herself in around the palace.

When the dark drake put both his hands up to her ass, squeezing each of her naked cheeks tightly, something else also stirred in Cotton. Something lower down and far less abstract.

Shade grabbed as much of her ass as he could in each palm, squishing her cheeks together, pushing them up, then letting them fall back down in a delightfully alluring jiggle. He repeated the motions several times. Squish, lift, drop. Squish, lift, drop. A vehement Flurry Heart continued screaming curses back at him, all of them going completely ignored as Shade gleefully groped her ass flesh.

He gave one cheek a harsh pinch while he cupped the other gently, causing a high-pitched yelp of surprise from Flurry, prompting a round of laughter from all three of the dragons at the adorable squeak she made.

“Fuck... look at this royal ass!” Shade said through lustful breath. He poised his hands on either side of her bottom, placed his thumbs underneath each tush, and bobbed her ass up and down, making each buttock jiggle even more as he bounced them in his hold.

Flurry felt a burning heat of shame wash over her face as her practically-naked butt was just... played with by this perverted brute. She grunted indignation through gritted teeth. “You’re all SCUM! Detestable ruffians! You’ll suffer for this, I swear it!” Flurry craned her neck up and looked over her shoulder at Shade, who hadn’t slowed down in feeling up her noble hams one bit. “Do you hear me, you ignorant f-fuck!?” she spat through shaky breath. Tears of uncontrollable embarrassment were already streaking down her face, taking a little mascara with them. Her head drooped back down and she let out a hostile groan through her bite.

“You’re such a mouthy little princess,” Shade chided playfully. “You wanna know what happens to mouthy princesses?” he raised a hand and brought it down hard on her left tush, causing a loud SMACK. “They get punished!” he said, a deep satisfaction resonating in his voice while he gawked at her butt cheek jostling from the aggressive slap.

Flurry gasped aloud from the impact, her head shooting up and face immediately flush as she looked straight ahead in bewilderment with wide eyes.

Did this repugnant beast just spank her!? She couldn’t contain her ire, and readied another spouting of curses.

“You fucking-” SMACK! Flurry gasped again, another harsh slap silencing her, the echoing sting brought down on her right tush this time.

“Did I say you could talk?” Shade chastised, SMACKing her ass again to emphasize his point, causing rippling jiggles across each cheek. “Huh? Did I, sweetie?”

Flurry was too defiant to shut up, and spat further protests pushed out through panting breaths. “You’re g-gonna be-” SMACK! “Ahh! You’ll be hunted down and-” SMACK! “Ahh! And s-strung up like a-” SMACK! “Ahh! Like a fucking-” SMACK! “Ahhh!” SMACK! “Aghh! Stop it! You malignant-” SMACK! “Aahh! F-Fuck! Stop!” SMACK!

Krim and Dandy were absolutely loving the exchange, practically giggling among themselves at the display. Her feisty refusal to be quiet met with another spank, and another, and another. They couldn’t help but crack huge, villainous smiles at the dirty-but-adorable back-and-forth game that she and Shade were playing. She spouted her vitriol, he spanked her as punishment. She cursed him for that spank, he spanked her again. On and on it went.

Shade wore a triumphant smirk on his face, watching his own hands mashing down palmfuls of princess tush, his eyes feasting on the delicious view he was giving himself as he mauled her firm ass between each spank he gave her, aggressively squeezing one plump cheek in his hand, then the other, then both together, and giving another SMACK! to interrupt her as she mouthed off.

He was avidly enjoying feeling up every last square inch of her plush, royal butt, and Flurry could feel the excitement in his hands as they held absolutely nothing back, appreciatively but ruthlessly molesting her soft, supple pink buns.

Cotton Cream was frozen in place, his breathing having shifted into deeper, slower inhales. His heartrate had spiked through the roof as he watched with profound and shameful interest, laser-focused on every single movement of those sable-scaled hands assaulting the beautiful, perfect pink cheeks of Flurry’s pert, exposed bottom.

He even began to feel faintly light-headed as he took in the sight. This was the talk of every teenage colt when their parents weren’t around. The object of every stallion’s unspoken desires... and Cotton was right there taking in the real deal, branding the imagery of it into his memory whether he meant to or not. It had completely entranced him, and he dared not budge an inch—lest those motor functions jumpstart his conscience and rightfully pull him away from what he’d wanted to see for so many years.

His face was a blend of stoicism and worry. A serious battle had begun in Cotton’s mind; a fierce struggle between his private lusts and his personal principles. It was as if he had no control over how much he liked what his eyes were taking in, and he was caught in a perfect stalemate with himself over what to do next. Whether his head was spinning or not, though, his body had started to make up its mind. His groin was now under a small bit of pressure from the encased half-mast erection he’d acquired. He just couldn’t bring himself to look away.

Should he look away?

He was watching thee Flurry Heart, renowned royal daughter and legendary wet dream of the century... getting her beautiful, curvaceous, magnificent flanks groped, and squished, and pinched, and squeezed, and jiggled... and now spanked!

The reality he was witnessing was surreal, outlandish. That was the exact ass he’d fantasized about having in front of him countless times on late nights when he’d let his mind wander to dirty places, and now it was right there in full view... getting greedily mashed by scaled hands feeling up her rump with wild abandon... and Cotton was actually seeing it happen second by second!

He’d resigned himself to just those dirty thoughts on those late nights, never imagining he would ever see something like this for real. She was far too uptight to bother talking with anyone, let alone a stallion with romantic interests.

Yet, there it was. That perfect, regal rear end getting treatment that far too often he’d envisioned himself giving to it when he had enough time alone and was feeling particularly fed up with her attitude. Staring right at the tail-end of the Crystal Princess, half naked was... breathtaking.

would I ever get to see something like this again in my life? Would anyone? he caught himself thinking, almost automatically.

Wait... why does that even matter? What’s wrong with me!? Snap out of it!

Cotton tried to shake the selfish lusts from his head. Had he really allowed himself to fetishize his own princess over time? It would make sense, after all. He’d idolized and dreamed about her since childhood, that distant fondness naturally turning to sexual infatuation come his teenage years, and ever since then, nearly half of his daydreams about her either started out dirty, or turned dirty.

Either way, she was still in trouble, and he had to be as practical and attentive as he was trained to be if he was going to be of any use. What were his options?

Well, he should go get help! But... then he’d be leaving her alone with them. What if things got too dangerous? They got too rough and seriously started to hurt her? He could still run all the way down there and at least try to save her from those vicious perverts.

But wait, even if they all became distracted enough for him to move closer unseen, those lizards were armed, and looked the part of dangerous, seasoned rogues. What were the odds he actually could rescue her? Probably not great at all. In that case, he should start the long trip right now and head back to the empire as fast as he could. Tell them she was in dire trouble. Help would fly out here immediately and...

...and she might be long gone!

What if they abducted her? He contemplated. If they take her somewhere after they’re... done with her—Cotton gritted his teeth at the thought—there’d be nothing here to find. It’ll take hours to get back, precious hours those fuckers could be using to take her somewhere!

Cotton struggled to formulate a coherent plan. His boyish crush on the beautiful damsel in distress down by that carriage combined with the pressure of wanting so badly to be her knight in shining armor was slowing his thoughts and stunting his focus. Having to combat his own arousal from what he was seeing certainly didn’t help either, his eyes currently taking in the enchanting sight of Flurry’s bared and jiggling ass being repeatedly spanked with no small amount of force, then stroked and fondled lovingly, then fiercely spanked again. That wasn't just any mare down there getting pawed at. That was the, beautiful, rotund, pink lace butt of the one and only Princess Flurry Heart the Flawless being put through the wringer, those two plump, cushy mounds being treated just as harshly by rude hands as she herself had treated others with her foul temper on so many occasions... Cotton very much included.

Okay, alright, alright. Think! Cotton lowered the spyglass and shut his eyes, doing his best to break from the enticing view before him and concentrate his mind. When a girl is in real peril, the last thing she needs is some lone idiot who thinks he’s the protagonist of real-life and charges in without a plan.

I should wait and see If they kidnap her, so I could at least set the rescue team on the right path straight away. Then they could get her back way sooner! Cotton rummaged through possibilities in his head.

...But if I go running down there—he looked back through the spyglass, giving a second take to the size of that dagger on the black dragon’s waist—all it would lead to is a dead servant on top of a missing princess, but with no leads...

It was clear to Cotton what the smartest available strategy was, given his situation. He’d convinced himself he could be her saving grace if he just laid low and watched... at least for now.

Yeah, yeah! Play the long game! Don’t be rash, just lay low and wait, that’s the smart thing to do! Yeah! he thought while re-aligning his spyglass with the impromptu, once-in-a-lifetime peepshow. He centered it back on Flurry’s presented butt right as sable, reptilian fingers squished down on the supple flesh of her ass, the individual digits sinking into each buttock and squeezing the fullness of her flanks with visually apparent strength.

Play the- Cotton let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, -long game... that’s the best idea...

Cotton decided that’s what he would tell himself, and while it wasn’t necessarily untrue, he was deliberately suppressing a subtle, sickly selfish curiosity to see what they would do to her next. She was always so nasty to him in person... but she was so, so beautiful, too. He was still plenty angry at seeing his dream girl getting treated in such a way, given his mixed—but affectionate—feelings for her... yet there was a part of him that was also a little excited to see it continue, if the discomfort in his pants was any indication. He found himself totally unable to get that part of his boy brain under control... so he opted to ignore it instead as he watched on.

After at least four dozen spankings, Flurry finally conceded, only letting off the occasional grunt or angered whimper. Her screams of defiance and hostility internalized, now that her poor behind was so sensitive from the sting of numerous slaps.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’d think she’d never shown that sweet little ass before!” Dandy commented, noting her foolhardy persistence as he stood above her.

“No fuckin’ way. Just look at those pretty panties she was hiding! She’s a closet slut for sure,” said Krim, looking down to the purple undergarments she wore that so wonderfully accentuated the exposed cheeks of her rump.

“You ever shown this beautiful butt to any of your guards, honey?” Shade taunted, giving her cheeks a teasing squeeze, egging a reaction out of her.

“Fuck you!” Flurry sharply exhaled, her venom met with a double-handed SMACK! on both cheeks. “AAah!” she cried.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I shouldn’t speak that way to royalty, should I?” Shade said with a wicked grin. “You’re more used to people doin’ this!” he leaned in, and planted a gentle, audible kiss on her left tush, then her right, earning amused chuckles from Krim and Dandy.

Flurry felt his warm breath on her butt, the sensation causing a bizarre tingle of surprise from how close his mouth was to such delicate, intimate flesh. She stiffened, unnerved by the feeling. A faint groan of protest rose from her throat as his lips connected with each tender tush.

“Nice panties, by the way,” Shade slipped his index claw into the waistline of her underwear, pulling the elastic outward and peeking down inside at the fully naked pair of fuzzy, pink buns. “Very cute, I really like ‘em,” he mocked, releasing the panty pluck and letting them snap loudly back into place.

Flurry exhaled angrily at the additional sting, thankful it wasn’t felt on her now-sore-and-sensitive behind. She let off an indignant grunt as she felt his palms come down over each cheek and grip them firmly in his hands, then pull them gently apart.

Shade tilted his head to the side, opened his maw, and leaned in toward her ass, pressing his snout and chin into her left and right tush respectively. He delicately closed his jaw—sliding his lips across the skin of each cheek—and took the flat backside of Flurry’s undergarments into his teeth. What little fabric of her purple panties that was still covering her behind now bunched into a fine little strip as he held them inside his bite. In a soft, predatory growl, he pulled his head back, the silken, violet fabric pulling back with him and stretching out away from the crevice of her beautiful ass, revealing the full nudity of its plump curves.

“N-nuuh... No!” Flurry murmured, worried for what he was planning next, but too shaky and sore to risk being any louder and earning another stinging slap to her abused bottom.

With the cheeks of her ass held apart by his scaled palms and her panties pulled back by his teeth, he held there, giving himself a nice close-up eyeful of her newly exposed pink little tail-hole, as well as a subtle glimpse at the bottom half of her dainty slit.

“Nnnnn, so fuckin’ cute...” he said breathily through his clenched teeth, his eyes glossing over that pretty pucker, then staring down at the small portion of uncovered cleft peeking up at him.

Flurry couldn’t handle the shame she felt rushing through her, knowing what he was seeing back there as he deftly pried her cheeks apart. He was taking an up-close-and-personal look at one of her most sacred and embarrassing places. It was an utterly humiliating and scandalous exhibition of her modesty. He was making her feel this way on purpose!

How could they do this to her? She was royalty! She was a princess! Did they not understand what that meant!? They truly were the lowest of the low. It was awful and debaucherous, vile and pornographic! Inappropriate beyond any words to even think of treating a noblemare like this! ...But there she was, bent over a trunk with her naked ass on display. The most private and intimate places of her regality under thorough and erotic scrutiny at the hands of a ruthless dragon cur peeping arrogantly at whatever he wanted, no matter what clamoring she gave.

Flurry was really starting to feel it now; the feel of being internally dethroned, violated in a way none but the most beautiful could ever experience, knocked off her illustrious pedestal and placed somewhere entirely new—and entirely too degrading for her to handle. She had never imagined her pride could take such a blow. Despite her still headstrong demeanor, full-on tears of unfiltered humiliation began to fall from her eyes, the streaks of black eyeliner creating a stark contrast of color as they streamed down the pink lace fur of her pretty, grimacing face.

“Ssstop!” Flurry gave another short, faint huff of protest, shutting her eyes as she tried to power through the treatment those scalie hands were giving her. There was a hint of something different in her voice. It almost sounded like real submission for a second.

Shade picked up on it, and decided to capitalize. Maintaining his grip, he roughly massaged her plush, furred ass. His squeeze on her cheeks tightened as he rolled each tush in wide, opposite circles of the other, resulting in the rotund globes of that royal butt being squished tightly together—looking like a cute, pink plumb—then rolled around and spread apart to expose her pink tail-hole to him, again and again.

Flurry gave off little squeaks and soft, quivering exhales in response to the lewd feelings of Shade’s possessive ministrations back there. He was actively trying to make her feel as vulnerable as possible while he rubbed and squished her ass cheeks together and apart in his firm, carnal grasp, avidly kneading them with a twisted, wicked looking smile spread across his muzzle.

The stern and shameless grip he had on her buttocks combined with the perverted, rolling massage of each felt like slow torment to her freshly punished ass, causing an occasional little mewl from Flurry as she did her best to—at the very least—keep as quiet and collected as she could while he enjoyed the full range of her curvaceous, malleable butt in his aggressive, groping hands.

“Fuck... I had no idea how right I was,” said Shade through his teeth, halting his massage on her ass and holding her cheeks apart. “Your beautiful ass looks way better with nothin’ on it!” he pressed her buns together again, admiring how lush they looked mushed up together in his hold. “I just love how fuckin’ firm it is, nnnnnhh.”

Shade pulled his head back a little more, further stretching the elastic of her panties, then opened his jaw to let them snap back into place directly over her presented tail-hole, causing her to jump. He released his hold from her ass, and gave her one last sharp smack on her left cheek, then her right, watching them jiggle before his eyes. Flurry let out two coarse whimpers—one from each sting.

“Give ‘em a feel, fellas!” He said to Krim and Dandy, who were all too eager to change their grip from her back legs up to her tantalizing pink hindquarters. Both drakes grabbed a cheek and instantly began pawing at her ass, their smiles broadening in an instant as they each copped a feel with rude and greedy handfuls that showed no regard at all to how much abuse her sensitive behind had just received.

Shade moved his hands down to her hindlegs, keeping them both in place just in case she decided to get feisty again and kick around, now that Krim and Dandy were so preoccupied. However, he quickly found himself enamored with how toned and slender her hindlegs really were. His planted hands almost immediately shifted from securing those powerful equine limbs to running up and down them like a masseur on a client, taking special, slow care as he felt up her thighs, his touch softly rubbing up and down the contours of her leg muscles with a sensual and intimate curiosity.

Flurry blurted out an onslaught of moaning squeals in response to Krim and Dandy’s hasty, unrestrained groping, unable to keep quiet as they teamed up on her, enduring the sting of their draconic grip strength roughly roving all over each tush. Her cheeks were extremely tender from the previous assault and in desperate need of being left alone, but that was inconsequential to the handsy drakes as they both carelessly grabbed, squeezed, and fondled her naked flanks—each of them ravenously squishing a heady helping of pink ass flesh into their hands repeatedly, and occasionally jiggling the cheek up and down in their grasp before letting go, chuckling to each other at the sound of her strained whimpers and panted, dainty grunts; paying her audible peril no mind.

"Aa-aaaaaAAagh! AAaoww, oww! AHHHhssssstooop!! Aauhh!" cried Flurry, her face scrunching and wincing in pain while flailing her neck about, waving a single forehoof wildly behind her and bumping it into Krim's hip in a blind hope of pulling at least one of their horrible, forceful hands off her sore and sorry haunches.

Krim looked down at her pitiful writhing, his slitted eyes full of excitement watching the jeweled strands of her headdress whipping to and fro, the noises of her protest sounding so adorable to him that he decided he wanted to see how many of them he could get her to make. He pinched her ass hard, causing her to shriek.

“You fuckin’ like that, pretty princess?” Krim growled gleefully, his hand being purposefully, entirely too rough on her abused tush.

Dandy loved her reaction and followed suit, pinching her ass on his side too.

Flurry’s head rapidly shot up as she shrieked again, her eyes opening wide in shock from their impatient and powerful hands mercilessly seizing the plump, pink pillows of her royal rear-end, fingers nipping into each buttock right where it already stung.

“I think she does!” said Dandy in partnered taunting, competed with Krim in making her as vocal as possible. They both laughed aloud like a duo of heartless schoolyard bullies with the Crystal Princess pinned between them, endlessly enthused by the sight of her scrambling helplessly for relief with no leverage whatsoever.

Flurry couldn’t stop herself from letting out a cacophony of shrill squeaks, yelps, and breathy cries that came tumbling from her mouth one after the other. They were just threshing her poor, sensitive butt relentlessly. Experimenting with what pervy grips exactly where on her ass made her cry out the loudest.

Meanwhile, Shade was deeply mesmerized with her legs, running his hands all over them. His now soft and affectionate touch going from just under where her haunches began, all the way down to her ankles, and back up again, really enjoying the feel of the smooth and luxuriously groomed fur she had as his palms roamed freely up and down and up and down. He felt her legs shake briefly, and looked up to watch Krim and Dandy both treating her pert ass like a shareable stress toy.

Flurry's train of screeches and howls morphed into loud moans of pained frustration coming out through gritted teeth with every exhale of breath. The two drakes at her sides feeling up her oh-so tender flanks as aggressively as their hands would allow was starting to do a serious number on her. She’d never felt anything like this before. The over-stimulation was intense! Flurry shut her eyes, her head lolling from side to side. She felt one hand grab as much cheek as it could, the other pinching tight and jiggling the tush up and down. The first hand slapping down in a loud flat-fingered SMACK, the second squeezing harshly, its fingers spreading out and sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of her cheek as they clamped down with ferocious strength.

They were molesting her royal flanks with a cruel a needless amount of force, completely apathetic to how sore and receptive her wails were telling them she was so long as they each had a handful of princess ass to play with. She heard them guffawing at her distress through every second of it, loving how much she hated it. The feel of multiple boy hands rampaging over her smarting ass and skating along her downy, quivering legs was somehow thrumming up a very peculiar and paradoxical reaction within her. Flurry couldn't help the deep blush that rushed over her face, and was thankful it wouldn't be visible to them through the pink lace color of her coat. She couldn’t bear the notion of them even thinking she was starting to enjoy the overwhelming abuse of her body occurring in such a naughty place.

Even though... deep in the recesses of her frenzied mind—and for some reason unbeknownst to her—she was starting to, in some small, hidden way.

Cotton’s breathing had deepened. He was exhaling through his teeth while he peered through the spyglass with furrowed brows and a disgruntled expression on his face.

It was not an easy thing for Cotton to do watching his deepest crush getting bent over and gang-groped by three dragon louts, all of them working together to physically disrespect her eminence in the most intimate way a princess could possibly endure. She had rough, enveloping hands all over her exposed backside that were putting on the show of a lifetime for his viewing pleasure. The dark drake was feeling up her legs, a deep adoration for them clearly visible in his sensual, teasing touch. The red and yellow drakes were grabbing at and squeezing her ass—though far more harshly than the black one had—and making sure she couldn't do a single thing about it. Whether Cotton wanted to admit it or not, it was a maddeningly erotic sight to behold.

More times than he was willing to admit, Cotton had dreamed of Flurry Heart calling him into her quarters and ordering him to ‘service’ her in scandalously explicit ways that were hardly any different from the treatment she was currently getting down by that carriage. Treatment from his fantasies that Cotton was now witnessing live and in person.

He loved what his eyes were seeing, but hated that it was happening under such circumstances, and to Flurry Heart, no less. He couldn’t imagine what she must sound like right now. Would she be crying in anger? Maybe even sobbing in defeat?

No, she was one hell of a girl. She was likely just chewing them out, but in screamed curses instead of condescending quips and mean-spirited insults.

Cotton laid himself forward in a prone position, keeping his gaze locked through the spyglass as he shifted his weight. It seemed a good idea to keep as out-of-sight as possible in case those scalie goons had excellent eyesight and decided to glance in his direction... but also because he wanted to get more comfortable for whatever he was going to see next.

The black dragon raised his head and mouthed something, rubbing all over the back of Flurry's long, smooth, slender hindlegs nonstop as he spoke.

Flurry raised her head up just high enough that Cotton could see her mane and headdress again from his angle. She turned her head back, giving a partial view of her face as she mouthed something herself, likely in response. A shaky anger was visible on her features, and streaks of smeared mascara were falling down her cheeks.

“Oh, Flurry...” Cotton sighed in sympathy as he saw the state she was truly in. She had been crying, but knowing her, it was likely from having her whole world turned upside down, rather than genuine fear or melancholy. One morning she was the most amazing, beautiful, and praised noble in all of Equestria. The coming evening, a sexual plaything for dragon bandits. The horrid shame someone like her must be feeling as she was turned into a quadrupedal tushie toy for bipedal perverts was clearly too much for her to handle.

Cotton knew her about as well as anyone could who worked at the palace, given how distant and snippy she was with everyone. It was apparent to him now that what he was seeing happen to her in real-time was a devastating blow to her pride; held down and getting every contour of her perfect ass exposed and rough-handled with no restraint and no mercy. The graphic and gratuitous details of her current jeopardy were as egregious a sacrilege to who she was as one could imagine.

That notion alone was probably the bulk of the reason for her tears.

Feeling the reality of that notion roaming up and down her legs and all over her gorgeous, royal ass, though, was surely uniquely traumatizing to her inflated ego as their hands treated her beauty and prestige like a mere object good for nothing more than being pawed at and played with.

...And clearly, they liked to play rough.

Shade loved the sounds she was making as his partners squished and pinched and pulled on the two perfect mounds of that delicious pink rump. He rubbed up her inner thighs faster, his scalie hands gliding closer and closer to her panty-covered groin each time. “Do you like it when somebody plays with that sassy ass, Your Majesty?” said Shade, pressing on her humiliation while giving her thighs a tight squeeze in his hands to make sure his words reached her.

Flurry was already struggling madly to power through the overwhelming sensations from Krim and Dandy’s strong, mean, masculine hands mauling her ass... but when paired with Shade’s unbearably demeaning taunts of her current predicament, that was what crossed a line, flipping a switch in her head; rekindling a fire in her belly as a tide of returning tenacity overcame her. Suddenly, her vocalizations stopped, she forced her lips closed and huffed angrily through her nostrils—the signature noise of an extremely unhappy equine.

She was the Crystal Princess! They were forgettable, lowlife cretins! She would not let herself be tamed by these horny degenerates, no matter what unprecedented things they made her feel or places of her they touched! She would show them what a princess was made of. They were nothing! This was nothing!

She raised her head up and looked back over her shoulder, black mascara running prominently down the soft pink cheeks of her pretty face. “I’ll like it better when I watch you all burn in Tartarus, stupid FUCKING LIZARDS!” she shouted, a rebounded vitriol clear in her tone.

All three of the drakes let out a tumultuous hooting of surprise, snickering in unison at her rejuvenated backtalk.

“Daaaamn, Shade! You undersold her. She’s not just hot, she’s fuckin’ spicy too!” Dandy said with boisterous laughter, his and Krim’s heartless assault on her ass finally, finally coming to a halt.

Krim raised his hand over her rump and swung it down abruptly with a resounding smack. “One of a kind, aren’t you, darling?” he said as he leaned his head towards hers, flashing her his teeth in a wide, threatening smile as his hand gripped her tush, pulled, then released, letting the cheek jiggle back into place.

Flurry had seen his hand raise and braced herself, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes as it came down to hit her tender buttock in yet another harsh, stinging slap, followed by a particularly unkind squeeze-and-tug. She knew they liked her indignant shrieks, and she would be damned if she was going to give them even one more, now that she’d regathered at least some of her fortitude.

Shade raised up and stepped forward. He stood directly behind her and pressed his groin up against her butt, placing his hands on her hips and gripping them tightly as though readying to take her from behind.

Flurry felt him pushing his bulge into her panty-clad ass, and her stomach dropped, wondering if this was it. Would he unleash that stiffness in his pants, pull her underwear to the side and... dammit, was this really how it happened?

She begged the stars for it to go any other way, paralyzed in fear as she waited to hear the sound of a zipper at any second... but the way he held himself up against her rump in complete stillness also told her that he wanted a reaction out of her, and she refused to give it to him. She stared straight ahead in rigid defiance and kept just as motionless as he, ready to emotionally check out at a moment’s notice. The implications of the position overflowed her mind with dread, but filled his with sickening amusement.

Instead, he leaned forward, laying himself over top of her draped form, his chest pressing into her back. Krim and Dandy released their holds and stepped away as Shade took control of her. He reached a scaled hand around to the front of her neck, closing down over it and licking her cheek. Flurry grunted her disgust and shut one eye as his wet tongue dragged up the side of her face.

He rose back up, pulling Flurry up off the trunk with him as he stood upright, forcing her up onto her back legs. His hands reached around and pressed into her fuzzy, heaving chest from behind, holding her against him with her back to his front. Gravity allowed her dress to drop back down into its proper place.

It was a brief respite for her, having her modesty returned by the cover of the falling gown, despite how so very disheveled she looked. Her mane was a frazzled mess, streaks of eyeliner streaming down the bright pink lace fur of her usually pristine face, and her breathing was deep and labored.

Shade loved the feeling of such a snooty, foul-mouthed, gorgeous princess caught in a fit of frightened panting as he held her tight in his arms—it was a physical sign of her body acknowledging the power shift that had taken place. He leaned his head over her shoulder and nuzzled his cheek up against hers. A faint growl of satisfaction emanated from his throat as he felt her bosom rising and falling against his palms.

“I’m glad you’ve still got some grit left, Your Majesty...” Shade whispered into her ear with a sultry tone, one hand moving up from her heaving chest to grab hold of her jaw. He turned her muzzle so she could lock an eye with him, and kissed her on her cheek, holding her head in place so she couldn’t turn away from his lips. “...because we’re not nearly done with you!” he said.

Flurry shuddered at his words, unsure of how to brace herself for anything more than what she’d already gone through. Whatever came though, she swore to herself she wouldn’t give these sick fucks the satisfaction.

Shade placed his hands on her shoulders and forcefully shoved her over to Krim, who caught her stumbling form effortlessly. He pulled her into a front-hugging pose, her chest pressed tightly against his. He looked down at her with hungry eyes while trapping her in his arms, giving her a coy and cocky smile as her eyes met his, his grinning muzzle far, far too close to her own.

Flurry attempted to struggle, but despite her renewed resistance, Krim—just like the other two—was still a towering bulk of scales and sheer muscle.

Krim took quick advantage of having the Crystal Princess pulled up against him and playfully swayed her around in his arms, acting as though the two were dancing, regardless of Flurry’s lack of participation as she continued to squirm in his hold.

“♪♪ I know you, I groped at you once upon a dream, ♪♪” Krim sang in a gladsome tone, parodying a waltz. He swung her back and forth in his arms, spinning around with her clutched up to his chest in the unwanted embrace. “♪♪ I know you, the squish of that ass is so familiar to me! ♪♪”

Flurry growled and grunted through clenched teeth, beating on his chest as hard as she could with her limited wriggle room. She heard the other two chortling at the sight before them. A searing rage like she’d never felt came crashing down on her as she was treated like a child being taught ballroom etiquette. Who the fucking fuck did these fuckers think they FUCKING were!? Every fiber of her being loathed how much joy they took from using her like their own private dally doll. They were going the extra mile to taunt her because of her royal status, and it was working far too well.

The gall of these absolute pricks... Cotton thought with pursing lips as he watched Flurry Heart getting twirled around like a dummy partner in a dance class. These dragons were just as intent on humiliating Crystal Empire royalty as they were molesting it, but Cotton knew he had to keep his cool and keep laying low. His best bet to get her back was to let trained pegasus soldiers do it instead, and if Cotton could at least tip them off to the direction those thugs took her—if they didn’t just have their way and flee afterwards—then it could spare her days at their mercy.

They would almost certainly hold her for ransom. A huge ransom, and given what Cotton had already seen, they would most definitely be violating her six ways to Sunday the entire time she was their captive.

The idea itself wasn’t doing Cotton’s self-control any favors. He shuffled his right hindleg slightly in toward his groin, trying to relieve some of the strain in his pants without having to use his hooves.

It aggravated Cotton something fierce, watching the red one demean her like that—using his lumbering size to roughhouse her smaller, feminine figure in a humiliating mockery of who she was. He was so much larger than her, and he was using his superior size to just downright bully her, lifting her up and swaying her around like a stuffed animal made for a cheap laugh.

How fucking dare you. She’s a princess! Cotton grumbled internally, an instinctive sense of boyish jealousy and outrage dashing through his mind, paired with a hefty dose of ‘white knight syndrome’ that had been festering in the back of his thoughts the entire time since he’d first laid eyes on the reality of his crush’s distress.

He couldn’t shake the undying want to just run down there, puff his chest out, tell them to get lost, save his dream girl from the nightmare of her life, then sweep her off her hooves and ride back home on the tide of a setting sun’s warm glow to light their path.

This was a stupid fantasy though, and Cotton knew it full-well. In reality, he’d run down there, probably get immediately pounced, and then—in a best-case scenario—held down and forced to watch as they continued their assault on his beloved princess’s beautiful body, likely redoubling their licentious efforts now that they’d have an audience to flaunt their perverted conquest to.

Cotton found himself envisioning this "best-case" scenario all-too-vividly.

The red would restrain him and make him face forward so he’d have the perfect view of the black and yellow who would hold Flurry between the two of them, standing her upright and interlocking each of her forelegs with their arms. They’d tilt her head to the left to receive mouth-to-mouth from one drake, then tilt it back over to the right to be kissed the same way by the other. Left then right then left then right, two over-enthused dragon punks taking turns kissing the Crystal Princess on the mouth while 'hero boy' watched on, unable to do anything at all as his lovely lady was slowly broken down and raunchily ruined while naked and shivering right there in front of him. The drakes pushing their mouths sloppily into hers until she was a dazed and breathless mess of a girl, chest heaving and mouth fallen open from two hungry thugs roving such unwanted passions all over her lips, one, then the other, back and forth until she couldn't even get the word "please" out anymore. Their free hands would be all over her, rubbing and groping along her neck and chest, belly and thighs. The yellow would hold her head still as he frenched her ruthlessly while the black would busy himself with pulling up the hem of her dazzlingly bejeweled dress and sneaking his hoof up underneath it, his sensual touch eliciting a sexy moan from his beautiful princess as he glided up along the inside of her right hindleg, feeling the soft, perfect fur of her inner thigh as he went, running higher and higher until his touch made contact with those delicious violet panties hidden underneath the marvelous garments. The tip of his forehoof would graze directly over that absolutely forbidden cameltoe, poking at the alluring outline of those sacred folds through the fabric before tucking his hoof down inside their waistline and reaching straight in to fondle Flurry’s royal little-

What the hell!? There’s no time for that you idiot, focus! screamed Cotton’s conscience, finally pulling him back out of the hypothetical outcome to his hypothetical rescue attempt. He barely even registered that he’d started turning it into a racy runaway self-insert fantasy with his dream girl.

Cotton quietly cursed that force of habit he had and realigned his train of thought back onto its rails.

In a worst-case scenario of running down there all alone... he’d be dead, and the Crystal Princess would be lost. Sentenced to who knows how much torment. Doomed to endure weeks or even months of sexually abusive captivity as the empire scrambled to find something—anything—that would give them a lead to try and get her back. Meanwhile, the unspeakably perverse things that would be done to her day in and day out before she was eventually found...

...If Cotton couldn't keep his cool and play this smart, she could be captive so long that she'd never be the same by the time anyone saw her again—not in mind, and definitely not in body.

A familiar sentiment jumped out from his memory.

“No sense holding your head high if you can’t keep it square on your shoulders. Calm and practical wins wars. Rash and emotional loses lives.”

It was a valuable piece of advice spoken from Duffle Roughridge, Captain of the Crystal Empire’s Royal Guard. Cotton had conversed with the battle-scarred stallion on a couple occasions in his first few months at the palace. The words struck him as particularly wise.

I can do that, thought Cotton. Just calm down and wait for my moment to act!

Cotton’s real problem, however, was that it wasn’t just his temper flaring up as he watched his crush being taken advantage of.

He watched Flurry Heart being twirled in circles, the mock-dance occasionally swinging her legs straight out and in the direction of his spyglass, allowing him multiple, brief glimpses straight up her dress and repeatedly flashing him a clear view of those hot little violet panties.

Just... be calm and... and wait... he mused, shifting around again from his prone position, trying his best to ease the separate-minded burden that was steadily growing in the groin of his pants.

Flurry had all but forgotten to be frightened at just how easily Krim lifted her off the ground and spun her full bodyweight around in his arms. The humiliation she felt as this crimson lunk danced her about without a care in the world infuriated her like never before. Regardless of the soreness of her rump or the black streaks of eyeliner drying on her face, she was still Princess Flurry Heart, and Princess Flurry Heart had a fury to her. A fury this big brute paid absolutely no mind to, and that made the sting of disgrace ten times worse, hammering home the idea that she was just a pretty plaything to these scalie boors.

It should have felt like a reprieve that they’d all just gotten done feeling her up to their heart’s content and had now downgraded her violation to mere nonconsensual tango. Yet, her blood boiled anew. She would never dance with such degenerate lugs like these; never give them such affections willingly, but that certainly didn’t stop Krim from taking it for himself anyway, even if it was just a twisted parody of the real thing.

The beauty of the nearby flowery plains and soft green grass gave the setting an entirely different tone to what was really happening. The landscape had every ingredient to be the ideal spot for a dreamy and romantic date with a chivalrous stallion that pined after her heart. It looked like a place she’d run away to with a special somepony as they’d dance and laugh and cuddle out their forbidden love in secret... but instead she was here with these horrid, thick-tailed fiends! Her tantrum and struggles were having no impact on the repulsive delight this big red bastard took in pressing her firmly into him and spinning her around in unilateral light-hearted folly derived exclusively at her expense.

"♪♪ But if I grope you, I know what you'll do! You'll moan out at once, the way you did once, upon a dream! ♪♪" sang Krim with exaggerated choreography in his step indicative of someone with genuine practice in the art of waltz, putting far more effort into the gag than was necessary as he swayed and sashayed his unwilling dance partner to and fro.

Flurry struggled violently while wrapped up in those big reptilian biceps and twirled about, but was winning no leeway at all as his massive arms ensconced her upper half. He was bigger than her, and gave no acknowledgement of her struggling, acting like he didn’t even realize she was trying to get away, which was making her more livid with every passing second that her hind hooves flopped through the air. He dallied her back, forth, and around in circles with a big, stupid, toothy grin on his face while he sang his glee in that coarse, draconic voice, swapping any words of the lyrics he could with suggestive alternatives or wildly inappropriate double entendres.

It was really starting to piss her off. She was Princess Flurry Heart the Flawless for fucks sake, and she’d had enough!

She looked up at his big dumb mug, his eyes shut and a sarcastic grin plastered on his insufferable face as he serenaded her. She practically snarled at him with gritted teeth and wrinkled snout. He was going to put her down right fucking now!

Flurry was mere moments away from damning any consequences and lunging her head forward to chomp down on this vile varlet's stupid, singing snout as hard as she could, until Shade spoke up with a commanding tone, interrupting the two of them.

“Alright boys,” he said, grabbing the attention of his two accomplices, the feign dance with Flurry ended. “Take off her dress,” said Shade bluntly, his voice sounding deeper and more serious than before.

Flurry’s eyes went wide with dread upon hearing the order, her struggles switching from humiliated defiance to all-out desperation in an instant. Dandy rushed her from behind, and before she knew it, she had two lumbering, horny drakes and four scalie hands suddenly upon her.

“No! No! Filthy fucks! You’ll die! Fuck you! Nooo!” Flurry screeched in protest, undiluted panic having set in, feeling as though she’d been caught by two wild animals about to rip her to pieces.

“Just don’t tear it, it’s worth a fuckton’a bits,” Shade added with a smirk as he watched Krim and Dandy spring into action, their speed and movements rabid with zeal at the prospect of stripping a beautiful young princess completely naked by hand.

Shade's instruction was easier said than done, though. Flurry kicked and thrashed wildly in an attempt to thwart their plans of taking away her last true layer of safety. Her dress was the only thing she had left standing between her ultimate sanctity and their libidinous intentions, and the idea of losing it made her manic against them.

Dandy reached around and grabbed her forelegs from behind, pulling them back and interlocking them in his arms while Krim fiddled with the small zigzag strips of lace going down the front of her dress. His clawed fingers fidgeted to pinch one end and pull the other, releasing it from one loop, then the next.

Flurry tried to twist and contort her body in a vain attempt to deny him access to the crucial strands of fabric that were being rapidly undone, but Dandy had her whole upper body locked in place, holding her upright as well as pushing her chest out, giving Krim an easier job as he kept going lower and lower down, loosening the front of her dress a little more every few seconds.

“No! No! Stop! Stop! Stop it! Stop! Nooo!” Flurry cried in a panic, her wide-eyed gaze locked down at her chest as she witnessed herself being actively undressed. The sight of those crimson meathooks undoing her lace crossings and the implication of what it would immediately lead to had stricken her into a state of shock. Of all the things they’d already done to her, this was the one that set off a proper and palpable fight-or-flight response, flooding her limbs with adrenaline that did her no good in Dandy’s staggeringly powerful grip.

She looked as though she was watching herself being disemboweled, staring in consternation at the antsy, taloned fingers unweaving her beautiful princess gown that she had taken such care to put on this morning. The reality of Shade’s words: ...we’re not nearly done with you... seeping deep into her mind as she contemplated where she would be in two hours, and what perverse things would be done to her once her dress came off.

“Yeaaaah,” Dandy moaned in lustful anticipation from behind her. “Let’s have ourselves a naked pony princess!” His long dragon tongue slithered out of his mouth and dragged up the side of Flurry’s neck in a wet, gradual, growling lick that blended into a malicious chuckle coming out of his hung-open mouth. The slimy appendage sent shivers down Flurry's spine, making her tilt her head away from it as it slinked up toward her jaw, wetting her fur as it went.

As the final lace crossing on her chest was undone, the clothing parted at the newly made divide. Krim gripped both junctions and quickly pulled open the upper-half of Flurry’s fanciful, luxurious dress, exposing her from her neck down to her lower stomach, her smooth, fuzzy chest on full display and sporting a cute tuft of fur right at the top.

"Oh, fuck yeah, sweetie! Let's see aaaaall the fur you're hidin'!" said Krim wickedly, leering at the full slenderness her exposed sternum and underbelly revealed.

Flurry looked down in horror at the newly naked fur of her breast being pushed out in presentation for him. Her heart jumped into her throat as he reached his hand forward and pressed it flat against the fuzz of her bosom, trailing it down to her belly, then luridly, sensually running it back up toward her collarbone. His claws spread apart and combed through her chest tuft as they passed over it, pulling a shaky, tepid gasp out of her while she looked down at his hand and watched it happen.

Krim replied with a delicate "Mmmmmh," cooing appreciatively as his hand sampled her softness.

Suddenly, everything they'd done to her up to this point felt like a warm-up. Her imagination lit itself on fire theorizing about what other sickly explicit particulars these awful drakes were willing to do to her once she was properly nude, and the apprehension of wondering exactly how much more intimate her assault was about to get had locked her in place while her eyes continued following Krim's deceptively affectionate touch.

Krim slid his hands inside her dress through the opened front, his palms gliding past her sides and snaking around to her lower back. He pulled her chest into his—as though they were lovers sharing a special moment—and looked down into her eyes. “Ohhhh, this is gonna be fun, darling!” he whispered, his face so close to hers their noses were practically touching.

“No-hh!” she protested in a breathy exhale, turning her head away from him.

Dandy released her forelegs from his arm lock and brought his hands up into the back of her collar, clenching the fabric in his fists and pulling it straight downward. The remainder of the gown that had still rested loosely on her shoulders was peeled down her back, forcing her wings and forelegs down with it, slipping them completely out of the apparel's confines.

Krim—with his arms already embracing her unclothed middle—lifted her up into the air as though she weighed nothing at all, while Dandy slid his hands down into the hips of her dress, gripping it from the inside of the waistline and pulling it down her dangling hindlegs and all the way off of her. He tossed the bunched heap of gem-riddled garment into the grass behind him.

Krim lowered her back down in nothing but her skimpy, purple panties. He canted his torso back and looked over her newly exposed physique like a hungry jackal. “Ohhhh yeaaah...” he rumbled out soft and gratified, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, marveling at the full-fur display of her lithe, feminine figure wrapped in his arms.

Flurry took a deep breath and swallowed back the tightness in her throat, trying to ease herself back into a state of coherent calm, now that the scuffle over her dress was finished.

It’s fine, you’ve been naked before. You’re okay. You’re a princess. You’re fine! Compose yourself! Don’t give them the satisfaction! she thought with a tensing of her shoulders, trying her best to treat her nerves.

Flurry stood on her back legs in just her underwear, her panty-covered butt facing Shade and Dandy. She tilted her head down and to the side, looking over a raised shoulder as though instinctively trying to hide behind it, watching them gawk at her body with a submissive smolder on her face. She’d never felt so vulnerable.

She had no vocal enmity left to spit at them this time, standing scared and still, wearing nothing but scanty nylon panties in front of them all. She glanced over at the lump of silken, bejeweled fabric laying in the grass, a unique sense of hurt washing over her at seeing how carelessly they'd discarded it. It wasn't folded, or even turned back outside-in. Just left there in a wad on the ground. They'd taken her dress away. The most prominent piece of her palace life ripped off her body and tossed uncordially off to the side. She wasn't a princess to these monsters, she was something else entirely—something she didn't have the stomach to find the label for, so instead, she resigned herself to a cold, quiet demeanor. Her ears flattened and forehooves propped themselves up against Krim's chest, looking down and away as she settled herself into her silent defiance of what was clearly going to continue no matter what. The only thing she could think to do was press her hindlegs together and lower her big wings down over her flanks, trying to preserve whatever modicum of modesty she might have left.

Cotton swabbed his tongue along his gums, his mouth gone dry without him noticing. Another pang of depraved excitement overcame him that he did his best to ignore. He looked upon the mostly-nude princess through the spyglass, drinking in the sight before him as yet another of his many fantasies involving her came to life before his eyes.

She looked so amazing standing upright on her hindlegs in nothing but those hot little panties, the red drake at her front holding her in that pose, forcing her into a position of noncompliant presentation while she stilled herself in scornful compliance.

Cotton never dreamed he’d actually get to see so much of her stunning form with no exuberant adornments on it. The wonderful, feminine curves and pink lace fur of her whole body now laid bare for him to ogle freely.

He much rather wished he could have seen her take the beautiful garments off herself. How graceful and sultry it would be, watching her dress slowly slide off that rump and fall into a pile of dazzling gems on the moonlit floor of her personal quarters, turning her head to look over her shoulder with a lustful smile while pointing that soft, legendary, panty-clad ass right at him; silently begging him with bedroom eyes to reach over and peek at what was hidden behind the saucy, violet fabric.

Instead, she was trapped down there with those sick brutes who had trounced her, roved their hands all over her, coordinated to restrain her, and peeled that beautiful gown off against her will... but somehow all of that took an immediate backseat to how suddenly, outrageously hot it was for Cotton to see Flurry lowering her wings down to cover her ass in that particular pose, like she was the world's most stunning cover girl doing her first ever X-rated magazine shoot and far too shy to let the camera see what it was zooming in on.

Those wings had been a biological status symbol her whole life. She loved to show them off, especially when it was not at all needed. She’d pushed Cotton out of her way with those brilliant, pink-feathered flaps on more than one occasion, sweeping him aside like he was trash she didn’t want to step on or walk around. But now, those very same, angelic appendages did nothing more for her than hide her panties from view as she poised them down over her rump to try and deny her attackers their peepshow, a nervous, grimacing eye poking out above a single raised shoulder, and her forehooves resting on the chest of the red drake pressing her possessively up against him. Her posture showed nothing but shyness—a trait that was the polar opposite of everything Cotton knew about her. She looked so incredibly demure. It was the most erotic, adorable thing he never imagined seeing from someone like Flurry Heart.

A part of him loved that contrast, but in a way that riddled him with guilt. Why would that of all the things he’d already seen hit him so hard? He really had fetishized his own princess!

Cotton tried to discourage the thoughts, but the rising ache between his legs had no such conscience to abide by. His fully erect stallionhood throbbed shamelessly in his pants to the scenes of Flurry’s ongoing peril. The situation down by that carriage and sights that accompanied it were hurling him through a personalized rollercoaster of titillation that he himself had accidentally built up layer by layer from numerous years of sexual fantasies and long-term idolization. All that longing and all those feelings targeted exclusively at that exact mare on the other end of the spyglass whose timid and portrait-ready nakedness was presently flooding his brain with even more reasons to be constantly horny for her, no matter what his better half had to say on the matter.

As Krim held Flurry up against him, he ran his hands from her lower back up to where her wings began, gripping each at the base and raising them back up, re-exposing her panties and pert bottom.

“Don’t hide that ass, you precious little fuckin’ prude.” Krim growled through gritted teeth, audibly excited to have a princess in such a state of undress hugged up against him.

Dandy stepped up closer to her from behind, slapping both hands down onto her ass while Krim held her wings from dropping too low. Dandy squeezed each soft, furry tush in his hold, leaning his head over her shoulder and rubbing his cheek up against hers affectionately.

“Not quite so feisty when ya’ aren’t wearing pretty things, huh sweetheart?” Dandy softly spoke, fondling a plush buttock in each hand.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about? Those panties are beautiful!” Krim dissented.

The two drakes chuckled in unison, the rumbling feel of laughter in their chests distinctly intimidating to Flurry as she was sandwiched tightly between the two powerful dragons.

“Let’s keep that shiny hat on, too,” said Dandy, exhaling more excitedly with his face pressed up beside hers, fondling her ass flesh in his palms.

“It’s called a headdress,” Krim corrected him casually.

“Bullshit, that’s just a fancy ‘fuck my throat’ hat, and you know it!” Dandy retorted, earning an amused exhale from Krim.

Flurry shuddered, and let off a faint whimper at hearing the notion that any one of these scalie thugs might force themselves into her maw for pleasure. She shut her eyes and turned her head away, doing her best to ignore everything about where she was right now; pressed up taut between two grabby, draconic brutes in nothing but undergarments she thought no one but her would ever see.

“Awww, you scared her!” Krim said in mock-sympathy, hearing her little squeak of fragility. He gave her a delicate peck on the cheek.

“She’s not scared,” said Shade as he stepped over toward Flurry, adding himself to the trio. “Poor thing is just cold,” he joined the crowd of the other two dragons, pressing himself right up against her from the side.

She was absolutely surrounded. No where to squirm to even if she tried. Krim was at her front, his arms wrapped around to her back and pressing her into him, face to face. Dandy was behind her, his chest pushing into her folded wings, keeping them from extending out. Now Shade was at her left side, his groin pressing into her hip. She felt his hands come to rest on her underbelly and cutiemark.

“So let’s warm her up!” Shade spoke with a lusty growl in this throat. His left hand slid from her belly down to her panties, cupping her entire groin and rubbing slowly while his right hand dropped down over her ass, curling his fingers into the plush of her buttock, then stroking his thumb back and forth across it.

Dandy repositioned his hands, letting Shade have full access to one tush while he took to groping the other. His right arm reached around to her front and stroked an open palm up and down the right side of her ribcage, feeling as much of her soft, uncovered fur as he could and pressing his muzzle into her shoulder, slipping his tongue out and licking it on and off like an overly-affectionate dog.

Krim leaned his head down, planting surprisingly intimate and loving kisses all over Flurry’s neck. She felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin as his lips roamed up and down, even planting little nibbling love-bites under her chin.

Flurry’s body was flooded with pleasant sensations that she fought hard not to react to, but it was a losing battle. Krim’s delicate attentions on her neck, Dandy’s hand running up and down the curves of her torso, him and Shade both playing with her malleable, pink ass...

Most especially, Shade’s hand between her hindlegs.

These boys were all over her, in practically every way they could be. Hands, mouths, soft whispering huffs of satisfaction from every which way, the closeness of their bodies pressing into hers. Those broad, masculine chests of chiseled scale boxed her in from all directions as their touches and tenderness wandered all over her vulnerable figure. It was so much more than she was ready for. They all got quiet, and just... touched her, kissed her, licked her, rubbed her down, and the most mortifying part of it was how strangely gentle they all were, sharing every inch of her with each other. Flurry was being triple-teamed, and had no mental preparedness of any kind. She defaulted herself to tensed silence in coping, and tried frantically to control her breathing.

She should be thrashing again right now. She should be feeling indignant and belittled and assaulted, because that’s what was happening. Maybe it was what they’d done to her body up to this point, or maybe she was suddenly too exhausted to fight back and didn’t fully know it... but for whatever reason, Shade’s clawed fingers rubbing along the crotch of her panties had frozen her stiff. She desperately fought the feeling it gave and told herself as loudly as she could in her own head that she hated every last bit of it... even as she felt herself begin to respond to that hand caressing over her mound.

Flurry Heart had never in her life experienced a situation like this where her body had plans completely independent of her mind. She remained absolutely still as they all cocooned her in lascivious affections. Pressed up between three dangerous, muscly boys all working together to fondle and kiss and rub and squeeze the most intimate parts of her entire body all together, all at once, nonstop.

She looked straight up to the sky from the center of that lust-filled swarm of scales and pleasure, inadvertently giving Krim all the more ease of access to lay gentle, wet, horridly delightful kisses all over her neck. She truly didn’t think he even had it in him to be so soft and intimate, his lips tending to her like she was a secret old flame of his.

Flurry gazed up at the massive canvas of brilliant, fluffy white clouds above that slowly floated by. She watched them as they went just as she’d watched them from back in the carriage, except this time wishing somehow they could take her with them if she stared hard enough. She was frantic in her own mind to try and focus on those enormous, beautiful clouds—to focus on anything, really. Anything except what their utterly amorous touches all over her body were making her feel.

In her despondent search of things to distract her mind, she wondered where Cotton Cream was in that exact moment. A piece of her hoped he wouldn’t come back any time soon, because if he did, then he’d see her... like this. She shuddered at the idea of anyone seeing her brought so low as to be earnestly fighting off intense arousal while wearing nothing but her princess panties. What would she do if anyone found out? What would she say? What would they say? Who would they say it to? She couldn’t bear the thought, so instead, distanced her mind from it, and focused on those big, fluffy clouds up there in the distance while trying desperately not to moan.

Cotton could barely make out anything of Flurry’s figure, spotting only glimpses of her pink lace fur as all three of the dragon cutthroats had completely enshrouded her between them. The black and yellow were shifting their arms in subtle movements, and the red had begun kissing her neck with a tenderness unlike anything they’d done to her so far.

They were crowding all around her; ganging up on her. She was locked into a cage of grabby hands and dirty devotions. Their movements had all transitioned to soft and slow. Their affections seeming motivated by a profound respect and adoration for her body, touches and kisses seeking her pleasure instead of theirs, with her having nowhere to go but to fall deeper into that ambush of sensual praise their towering bodies had closed her into. It was a staggering juxtaposition to how rough and cruel they’d just been with her while she was bent over that trunk.

Flurry’s struggles had ceased, and she took on a very passive-defensive body language from her new predicament. The only thing Cotton could see clearly was her head poking out from that reptilian dogpile of groping, her eyes wide and pointed straight to the sky. He noted how unlike her it was to not put up a fight, at least for the principle of it, and hoped she wasn’t starting to break down from the degrading treatment the three scalie bandits were subjecting her to.

Watching them completely surround her like that—crowding in as their hands went all over her—was unbearably erotic to Cotton. Though, their bodies blocked Cotton’s view of everything going on inside that raunchy hands-on huddle, and so he found himself filling in the blanks of exactly where and how they were touching her... which his riled up mind spared no expense for. The ebony drake’s left arm in particular looked like it was angled in and going right for the gold.

That thuggish, sable drake was rubbing The Crystal Princess’s crotch! Cotton could tell just in the oscillating movements of the dragon’s elbow that he was grazing his fingers all over that sacred royal flower in much the same way Cotton caught himself nearly fantasizing about doing not even ten minutes ago. Whether those fingers were rubbing her through her panties or that hand was tucked inside them and frantically fondling the raw flesh of those naked folds, he just couldn’t see...

...But damn did Cotton want to see!

He wished so badly that ebony reptile would step aside just a little bit and give him the view of a lifetime: to see exactly how the royal snatch of his dream girl was being avidly molested. To watch the contours of Flurry’s dainty pink lower lips being greedily massaged with no intimate details spared as to how those fingers glided gratuitously over her soft, delicate labia.

The object of Cotton’s desire; that most special and absolutely prohibited piece of her anatomy, the part of her body that he—like every boy in Equestria—had imagined seeing even for just a brief moment was currently being cupped and groped and fingered by some faceless, undeserving dragon lout... and Cotton couldn’t even see it happening. The focus of countless wet dreams was right there on the other end of the spyglass being seized and ravished and played with. The most graphic specifics from some of his most perverted fantasies about Flurry Heart were coming to life right before his eyes... yet all he could see was their implications. It was, admittedly, a rather self-inflicted blue-balling that was driving him absolutely insane.

The tainted thoughts and lustful cravings pelting Cotton’s mind were getting to be too much, but looking away now was absolutely not an option for him.

He rolled from his belly and onto his side, lest he soon be fighting the urge to hump his uncooperative and raging hard-on into the grass underneath him. Keeping it constrained in his trousers was already immensely uncomfortable as it was.

“You’re doing great, Flurry. Just keep toughing it out!” Cotton murmured to himself as he fought his own battle, trying his hardest to ignore the straining bulge from his leggings that showed no signs of going away any time soon.

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 3

Flurry was breathing erratically, letting off soft little pants and huffs as she endured their hands and lips on her. Her mouth had fallen slightly open as Shade rubbed over her panty-covered pussy more firmly, making sure his touch grazed across that hidden little nub at the top of her crotch.

“See, sweetheart?” Krim whispered to her, his tongue running under her chin, speaking in between kisses. “We can be gentle, if you’ll be a good girl and keep still.”

Dandy opened his maw and brought his teeth down to rest on Flurry’s shoulder, taking extra care not to cause any harm. He growled through the delicate love-bite, running his fingers through the tuft of chest fur just below her neck. His and Shade’s massaging of her ass was bizarrely gentle and tender, considering how mean and harsh they'd already proven they could be.

“You like this, don’t you, honey?” Shade whispered into Flurry’s ear, her catatonic gaze locked upward at the sky, completely unchanging.

She refused to answer, too caught up in combating the sensations all over her body to think on anything else.

“I said-” Shade repeated, nibbling on her ear to make sure he had her attention, “-do you like this, Your Majesty?” Shade began rubbing in firm, small circles through Flurry’s panties right over where her clit was.

Her mouth fell further agape and her eyes widened in response to the boost of stimulation on her most sensitive and sacred of places.

“N-No...” she replied in a quick, breathy exhale between her irregular and shaky panting. In her muddled and hazy mind, she couldn’t even decide if she was saying no to his question, or just saying no in general defiant exclamation to the extra attention he was suddenly concentrating on her receptive nub.

“You shouldn’t lie, Your Majesty. It isn’t very princess-like of you!” said Shade. He watched for the small reactions in her breathing and expression that his touch was causing, his smile turning broader at each adorable, quivering pant she gave as he focused his fingers over her clit. “I know you like it because you’re cute little panties are all wet,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into her cheek.

“H-aah! ... N-no!” Flurry squeaked through faint-but-frantic breath. She couldn’t find any words besides that, wanting to tell him to stop, to deny his claim that she liked it, and to reject this whole ordeal from her perception of reality all in one.

“Oh, you don’t believe me, do you?” said Shade in a soothing, playful tone, his eyelids lazing halfway closed as he spoke. “Well then... guess I’ll have to prove it!”

Shade waved his hands outward, making a tapping contact with Krim and Dandy, signaling them to release her.

As they both stepped back, Shade moved in right behind Flurry. He squatted low and reached his hands down to the back of her thighs, hooking under them and abruptly standing back up. “Aah!” Flurry yelped in surprise as she was swept up and off the ground from behind by nothing but a firm, scalie grip on the back of each hindleg. The motions naturally caused her whole upper half to fall backward into him, forcing her into a bent-hip stand-and-carry position in his grasp, her back now pressed into his chest, tail hanging straight down toward the greens, and hind hooves angled up and out as she was suspended in the air by her legs, which he deliberately held somewhat ajar.

“Let’s put this royal pussy on display!” Shade growled eagerly as he carried her back over towards the trunk.

Flurry’s visage became one of angry shame now that she wasn’t being molested anymore, but instead carried in such a lewd way; her legs held open by his grip under her thighs, making her panty-covered privates face directly forward. He’d obviously hoisted her from this position just so he could show off the little wet spot that had formed on the crotch of her underwear right where the outline of her nethers was clearly visible through the damp violet nylon.

Shade sat down on the trunk, resting her rump down into his lap as he landed. He dropped Flurry’s hindlegs, prompting her to immediately press them together—at least out of spite, if nothing else.

He grabbed her by the neck, earning a small gasp from her. She’d never felt anyone grab her by the neck before, and no matter how many times they did it, it always startled her. There was something inherently predatory in the feeling of it, which was also something she was wholly unused to.

...But for some reason, didn’t necessarily hate.

His hands slid soothingly down her neck as she sat docile in his lap. His fingers combed through her silky fur as his touch ran sensuously over her lithe body while he held her spooned up against him. “Mmmmm, how do you get your fur so soft and sexy?” Shade cooed to her, palms trailing down across her chest, then lower to her belly, and finally to her tightly-clenched thighs.

Her hooves rested on his hands as they went further down, trying to stop him as he felt all along her naked furred form. When his touch went down to her thighs, her indignation returned, paired with defiant wriggling, trying to wiggle out of his lap, or at least hinder his progress. She refused to simply lay there—held down on top of him—and let him do with her as he pleased.

Shade took hold of her forelegs and pulled them back, locking them in place behind his elbows and keeping them restrained at her sides. He grabbed the front of her neck in a show of force, his head leaning down to level right beside hers.

“Don’t be such a feisty little brat!” he said sternly. “You wouldn’t want us to get rough again, would you?” but his gentle-voiced threat fell on deaf ears.

“You’re all sick fucks! You’ll be turned to stone and melted down, I swear it!” Flurry spat back at him. She kept her hindlegs crossed, denying him any further access to her groin. She knew full well she couldn’t actually stop him, but her resistance was running solely on pride and principle by now.

“Hold her legs open!” Shade commanded, keeping Flurry tightly secured in his lap.

Krim and Dandy practically sprang forward, each grabbing hold of a hindleg and prying them both widely apart, holding her in what wasn’t terribly far from a perfect splits. Their hands were strong and excited as they pulled her legs out to either side. There was nothing she could do, she was completely immobilized. Her only options were to watch, curse, and maybe squirm.

Flurry couldn’t stand how much of a shameless, wanton whore they were making her feel like just by holding her in this pose. Her legs were splayed open obscenely far while Shade reached around from behind and locked her forelegs behind his arms, keeping her trapped in his lap but still having full access for his hands to touch her wherever he wanted.

“There we go... now let’s see what we have down here,” said Shade, a deep satisfaction rolling through his voice. He kept his left hand up at her neck, as though ready to choke her at a moment’s notice while his right hand slid back down along the fur of her toned stomach.

“No... don’t do this!” Flurry quietly protested, shutting her eyes and shaking her head as his hand drifted lower still to the forced spread of her open thighs. She was suddenly afraid all over again that she would have to fight against her own body if he started rubbing her there for a second time.

“Shhhhh,” Shade hushed her. He reached down and plucked the crotch of her panties, hooking two clawed fingers under them before sharply pulling upward. The sudden jerk caused the thin groin section of her underwear to immediately slip up inside the folds of her pussy, not just exposing her outer labia, but prominently pronouncing it as those violet panties were reduced to nothing but a thin, tightened little strip of fabric coming out of the top and bottom of her vulva.

Flurry jolted in Shade’s lap, letting out a loud, surprised gasp. She looked down to see what he had done to cause such a sensation, and she was immediately irate, her face flushing with hot shame as she saw her own panties pulled up inside her snatch.

He wasn’t being nice or delicate at all this time. He was just playing with her for his own fun! Presenting the most delicate and special part of her femininity in the most crude and downright perverse way she could conceive of! She was a mix of livid anger, but also embarrassed shock, thanks to the fabric of her own underwear being pulled right up across her clit.

That embarrassed shock was suddenly made exponentially worse as Shade began doing gentle little upward tugs to her panties, one after the other. He was knowingly sliding the nylon fabric up along her sensitive little button, purposefully teasing her arousal.

“Ohhh, fuck! That’s so fuckin’ hot!” exclaimed Dandy, leaning his head in just a bit to get a nicer view of her pussy lips outlined by the panties pulled up between them.

Shade took his hand off her neck and moved it down to her slit, taking the pink lips in between his thumb and forefinger and pinching them together to make her labia look as plump and cute as possible. “Mmm, look at that royal little peach!” he taunted.

“Aah! Fucker!” Flurry yelped her outrage, looking down in disgust at what he was doing to her. Where would he even get the idea to do such a thing to a girl? It was unbelievably perverted; squishing her pussy lips together in between his fingers while he softly flossed her own panties up and down inside them, keeping them trapped within her folds as they moved.

“Hot damn, she really is a gorgeous girl...” Krim commented in the most honest tone Flurry had heard from him the entire time. He, too, was transfixed on the mesmerizing sight between her thighs.

Flurry’s eyes shot up at both Krim and Dandy in quiet fury, seeing them each holding one of her hindlegs out, but staring hungrily right at her pussy as Shade presented it in that unbearably lewd fashion.

Hearing such genuine-sounding compliments from both of them, but knowing it was brought on only by the outrageously sexual context of what was happening to her manipulated marehood made her extremely self-conscious of the smutty position they’d secured her body in. She felt so objectified, but also—in a strange way—flattered by their praises.

Even if all their attention was honed in right on her abusively presented privates, they were still technically saying she was beautiful... hypnotizing, even. She’d always loved hearing how pretty she was, and despite her atrocious predicament, somewhere in the back of her head, buried under all that rage and shock and fear and humiliation... a part of her still loved hearing it now.

Shade changed from pinching her pussy lips together to rubbing them up and down with two fingers. Flurry tried to shift around in his lap as she felt those clawed digits transition to a far more sensual touch, but all her squirming did was grind her ass into his groin as she sat firmly restrained on top of him, making her worryingly aware of the stiff bulge beneath her that she couldn’t escape.

Shade found the wriggling of her hips incredibly erotic, and thrusted his pelvis back into her in response. “Oooh, you like that, huh sweetie?” he gyrated his hips up against her ass in provocative little movements as he mocked her, instantly doubling his efforts and rubbing the outer folds of her pussy more firmly. “How does that feel, hmm?”

Flurry let out an aggressive-sounding moan through gritted teeth. Her head tilted down and her eyes clamped shut as she endured those fingers intently rubbing up and down her labia. She realized she was caught between a rock and a hard place; his fingers or his bulge. Not wanting him to take anymore pleasure from her squirming, she tried her best to keep her hips still and just let him have as much of her pink flower as he wanted.

“Mmmmmm,” Shade murmured into her ear, enjoying the feel of a young pony princess’s malleable slit under his claws. “Do you like having your royal little pussy played with?” he teased, nuzzling her cheek affectionately.

Flurry refused to answer, still swimming in her strife with the now distinct build-up of pleasure between her pried-open hindlegs as he upped the ante of her torment.

“I think you do,” he whispered, pulling the crotch of her panties out from between the lips of her pussy, a small, sparkling strand of her juices coming with them. “I think—” he grabbed the top and bottom of the crotch of her panties, clutching the wetted fabric in his fists and ripping it in two, earning a gasp from Flurry, “—that you secretly love getting held down while you’re naked—” he gripped the waistband of her panties, swiftly tearing that in half as well, “—and having this pretty princess pussy fingered by a brawny thug!”

Shade pulled the torn remains of her underwear out from between her ass and his groin, tossing them aside into the grass below. Now she really was completely naked, save for her headdress. Her breathing was ragged and deep, regardless of her efforts to try and calm herself. She hated that they could all so easily see the effect her nudity and molestation was having on her.

She hated even more the intense, lustful gazes of Krim and Dandy as they both gawked at the puffy pink lips of her helplessly exposed pussy, every last inch of it on full display as they held her legs broadly apart. She was a passenger in her own body, unable to do anything except watch them both take as close of a look as they wanted at the most intimate part of her anatomy.

“You like being overpowered and pawed at, ‘cuz you’re a royal little slut, aren’t you?” said Shade, his hands roaming up and down her torso for emphasis.

Flurry tried to ignore his words, knowing all he was doing was trying to get another rise out of her; riling her up to make her feel indignant and helpless again. He was such a horrible bastard!

And yet... as much as she hated every last thing about him, she found it surprisingly hard to deny a verboten thrill that'd risen through her chest right as he’d ripped her panties apart. Something about feeling his huge arms flex their intimidating, masculine strength while she was wrapped in them helplessly like that... unable to close her legs or do anything to stop him as he tore up that final piece of apparel, discarding her last remaining layer of protection. She was sitting spread-eagled and completely naked in the lap of a big, hulking, horny brute and being forced to flash the entirety of her glistening genitals to his two equally big, hulking, horny friends... simply because that was exactly how he wanted her to be:

Naked and defenseless in his arms.

She shivered in a bizarre, involuntary delight just thinking again about the way he’d ripped her panties off like that. Her biggest fear had shifted from what else they were going to do to her, to a sneaking suspicion that he was correct—that she secretly liked being taken advantage of but would never admit it to herself.

Cotton gave a shaky sigh, the quiver in his throat a bi-product of how begrudgingly tantalized he’d become by what he was seeing.

He’d watched them toss her around, grope her bared ass, run their hands all over her body, slather her in tonguing kisses, pull her dress off, and crowd around her in a frenzy of affectionate fondling... but seeing her sat in the lap of that ebony dragon like that, with her legs pulled lewdly apart by the other two had shot Cotton’s excitement into the stratosphere.

All that time spent fantasizing about Flurry Heart in so many different, dirty ways over the years had inadvertently primed him for the exhilarating intoxication of arousal he was stuck with in this moment as he honed his view dead-center to the pink petals of his princess’s vulva being pinched together while her panties were used against her, pulled up inside those wetted, royal folds.

His breathing was deeper, his concentration intense, his engorged stallionhood at full-mast and trapped in his leggings. It was getting practically unbearable, especially as Cotton saw the scalie fingers of that wicked drake start rubbing up and down the pouty outer lips of Flurry’s gorgeous little pussy.

Just looking at her naked body was a powerful drug in and of itself for Cotton, let alone the things he had seen the three drakes doing to it.

Get it under control. Get it under control! What’s wrong with you? Stop enjoying it. She’s in distress and you’re enjoying it!? Cotton’s conscience berated him, his head swimming with self-deprecating judgements. His principles as a servant to nobility were in a mad tango for dominance over his mind with the sheer eroticism of the situation continuing to unfold through the spyglass.

Then those dark, clawed hands grabbed hold of her panties, snapping the crotch of them apart and doing the same for the waistband. The unwearable remains were tossed away, leaving Flurry Heart truly as nude as could be, her legs held wide open to forcibly showcase every last contour of her heavenly-looking honey pot.

Cotton’s hard-on immediately twitched.

He couldn’t put his hoof right on it, but there was something insanely hot about how top-of-the-line taboo it was for someone like him to see a princess’s naked pussy; a common servant of his status getting more than an eye-full of exposed royal snatch in all its glory. It was the ultimate forbidden fruit, and Cotton somehow found himself with a front row seat, staring right at the most perfect, pink, lush-looking labia he could have ever imagined. She was just as beautiful as he’d fantasized, if not considerably more-so.

He had already seen too much to regain any composure over the rampant sexual thoughts that swarmed his mind. Upon seeing the unobstructed view of his crush’s flawless regal pussy—and before he even realized it—he was vividly visualizing burying his muzzle in between her widespread thighs and eating her out until she came all over his face.

He gritted his teeth and exhaled through his nose, trying futilely to push the explicit fantasy out of his head as he watched on.

And watch he did, as two black-scaled digits slowly slid down the center of those bared, beautiful young pussy lips... and parted them. The dark drake spread Flurry’s pussy open, his two fingers forming an upside-down V-shape, exposing the smooth, slick pink glove of cock-hugging flesh inside.

Cotton’s pupils dilated, and his hard-on twitched again.

“Dammit!” Cotton grumbled. He couldn’t handle the strain any longer, and unfastened the buckle of his pants to relieve some of the pressure, the tip of his member popping out of the top of his waistline, throbbing and desperate for attention.

The obscene leg-spread position they had her in caused the lips of her feminine flower to part ever-so-slightly. There wasn’t a single inch of her body these reptilian rapists hadn’t ogled now that her panties were no more.

Shade rested one hand on her belly, and brought the other one back down over her pussy. He used two fingers to slowly part the lips proper, spreading her open and presenting her inner labia. “Mmm, fuck. Such cute little petals!” he said in a sultry tone, nuzzling his cheek up against hers as they both looked down at her crotch together, but with wildly different expressions. “You have such a beautiful pussy, Your Majesty!”

Flurry was bristling with shame. She had no clue how a princess was supposed to process something like this happening to her. All she could settle on doing was looking down at his fingers in reserved shock as they lovingly splayed her privates open. She started breathing manually, trying to focus on anything besides how desecrated she felt in that moment. Her mind drifted to some far-off place as a last-ditch coping mechanism to ignore the rising heat that she hadn’t even realized had been quietly building in her core ever since that awful spanking session.

Shade let her pussy fall closed under his claws, then spread it open again, then closed, then open, closed, open, over and over in a slow and steady rhythm. The sound of Flurry’s wet folds coming back together, then parting open again by the continuous scissoring gesture of his two fingers made a distinct slickening noise each time—an audible reminder of how her body was responding to the attentions it had received.

Despite her snooty, holier-than-thou attitude, the Crystal Princess could be made hot, bothered, and wet like any other girl subjected to such perverse treatment.

“Didn’t I tell you how wet you were? Mmmm, listen to that...” Shade admired the faint little shl... shl... shl... of her pussy opening and closing repeatedly. “What’s got you so worked up, my dear?” he teased. “Are you embarrassed to have your precious little princess pussy shown off to a few scaled boys?”

His demeaning words pulled her out of her trance of burning denial just enough to remind her that she wasn’t only combating unwanted pleasure in a one-on-one with him, but the exposed essence of her femininity was still being hungrily eyed up by the other two brutes holding her legs apart. That added layer of voyeuristic exhibitionism being forced upon her truly was the cherry on top of her humiliating assault. She just hated what he was letting them both see.

Dandy had taken to pressing her hind hoof up to his bulge, gently rubbing it along his groin as he watched her sexual sanctity being so intimately violated. Krim was running a hand along her other hind hoof, massaging it as though enamored by it, even though his eyes, too, were locked right on to her vulnerable pussy being spread open and closed.

Flurry hadn’t even realized that they’d started playing with her hooves like that. She’d been too lost in the struggle of fighting off the shameful sensations between her legs to notice until now. Both of them had defaulted to manipulating each of her hooves according to their own distinct preferences without even taking a single glance at what they were touching. She hazily processed their actions and couldn’t help but note how dragonesque the behavior really was; that they just start naturally fondling whatever part of a naked princess they could get their claws on, like that piece of her was a prized possession of their own personal hoard, theirs and theirs alone to play with as they saw fit.

“There’s no way you’re shy. You’re so bodacious, Your Majesty! And you take such good care of your looks,” said Shade, craning his neck down and around, leaning in to give Flurry a peck on her cheek, making it harder still for her to ignore what she was feeling. “You’ve flashed this perfect royal pussy to some of your guards before, haven’t you?”

“Damn right she has. No girl puts that much effort into herself and then never shows it off!” said Krim before leaning down to give her hind hoof an affectionate kiss, pampering it in soothing, appreciative strokes.

“I’ll bet you saunter down those palace halls going commando, raising your dress up as you walk by a guard to show him this pretty little slit, don’t you? Relishing in the fact that nobody would ever believe him,” Shade chuckled, his words pulling out a deeper blush from Flurry as she listened to his perverted scenario while he held her pink peach open.

“Fuck...” he whispered. “I just can’t get over how soft these adorable pink lips are, Your Majesty. Mmmmhh, this is such a special moment,” Shade glided his other hand from her belly down to her mound, his hand ruffling sensually over the pink lace fur of her pubis as it slid past and joined his other hand at her cleft. He used the full range of his clawed digits—four at either side of her presented pussy—to fondle up and down the entire length of her labia before pulling the lips open from either side with the finger tips of each hand, his middle claws just barely hooked inward for added leverage. He held open the mouth of her nethers in that exposed yawn, showing off as much of her pink insides as he could to his companions.

“Speaking of flashing your guards... where’s that platoon you promised me? Shouldn’t they have been back by now to save you?” said Shade through a cocky smile.

Flurry grimaced in chagrin at the reminder of her failed bluff from earlier.

“Or do you think that once they got a nice good look at the Crystal Princess with her wet, needy fuckhole spread wide open like this, they’d just join in so they could have their turn, one after the other?” Shade taunted her as he held her vulva agape, showing much more inner pink from pulling it open with two hands than he had gently parting it with two fingers.

“I h-hate you,” Flurry exhaled, too tired to say anything more than a simple truth plucked directly from her current, clouded state of mind. “You’ll all b-be executed s-s-slowly!” she stammered through faint, labored panting.

“Mm. In that case—” Shade brought a hand back up to the top of her neck, closing his grip around it as his other hand moved up to her sensitive clit, rubbing it in little up-down motions, the newly electric touch causing her mouth to fall open in a strong gasp, “—we’d best make sure that what we do to you is worth dying for,” Shade growled into her ear. There was a clear tinge of intimidation present in his words. All three of the drakes chuckled aloud, vocally excited by the implications.

Flurry suddenly wished she’d kept her mouth shut. A horrible chill ran down her spine at hearing them all so jovial, clearly on the same page about what vile, explicit things they still had in store for her even now as the powerhouse of her pleasure center was being rudely rubbed into with nothing separating the intimate contact between those determined, scalie fingers and the wet, spongy pink flesh of her hot and helpless pussy.

“Bet ya’ she’s a closet freak, probably has a collection of vibrating dildos all molded from the cocks of her favorite guards!” Dandy theorized with a smug grin on his face. “Bet ya’ she even sleeps with one stuffed inside that royal cunt every night!” he said, casually rubbing her hind hoof up against his bulging crotch as though it were an automatic motor skill for him.

“I could see that,” replied Krim, “but I’d go one further, and say she orders her guards to gang-fuck her on her own bed in the middle of the night, then calls some poor sap in to clean it up before morning,” he snickered to himself and took a loooong, slow lick up her leg, from hoof to thigh as he sensually massaged the tensing muscles under his surprisingly experienced hands.

They were making her out to be some degenerate broodmare, gossiping about her like she wasn’t even here! It infuriated her, but her focus was fading too fast for her to care this time, thanks to Shade’s constant diddling of her wet little love-nub.

“Really though, how many of your guards do you think have wanted to see your naked pussy?” Shade asked her while nuzzling her cheek, rubbing her clit more firmly as he spoke. “I bet if you wandered through their barracks on just the wrong day, they’d swarm you to the ground, hold you down, and line up to take turns stuffing this delicate pink hole full of cock for hours. You’d be caked in their cum before you finally hobbled out of there,” he pinched her clit and gently tugged it while touting his twisted sexual fantasy to her, giving another rude—and particularly aggressive—kiss to her cheek. “And you’d fuckin’ love it, wouldn’t you, sugar?”

He was so awful. So mean.

How many of her guards had wanted to see her naked? Literally all of them. She knew every last stallion had fantasized about her back at the palace, and she’d made it a practice of leisure taking advantage of them and exploiting their boyish desires at every given opportunity while simultaneously looking down on all of them as hormonal oafs not worth her time. Though, even she knew that in any other circumstance but this one, any stallion from the palace would kill for the opportunity to see her like this, let alone have her to themselves.

“I can see it now,” said Shade, chuckling cruelly as he rubbed firm on her humiliation—as well as her hot little bead. “They’d take turns running a train on you, pinning you in a hold and forcing your legs open just like this. Each stud lining up to pile drive this sweet little royal pussy and flood it with cum, slamming down balls-deep inside you in an orderly fashion. Think you could handle twenty creampies in a row?” he asked her, licking her cheek again and whispering the filthiest nothings into her ear he could think of. He was positively cherishing this moment; bringing Flurry to the lowest point she didn’t know she could be brought to, her blush deepening as he exploited the electric sensitivity of her clit through every word he spoke.

Shade’s words only pressed into her shame even hotter, flashing her lewd, promiscuous mental images of herself on the ground getting plowed by her own guards in a gangbang orgy with her and only her as its lusted-after centerpiece. She tried not to let the thoughts in, but she couldn’t just block out his words either, and they were painting a very specific picture as he guided her imagination with his speech while fervently rubbing away at her defenses with his hand.

Flurry’s eyes went shut, struggling hard to fight the horribly wonderful feel of the drake hand eagerly masturbating her while she was trapped in his arms and at the complete mercy of his touch. His fingers rolled her clitoral hood in little circles, her hips shifting and curling in response to the unwanted pleasure with breathy pules slipping out of her maw every few seconds.

“You think I didn’t notice every single wanting shiver running through you while we kissed? The cute tremble in your legs when I felt them in my hands?” Shade whispered harshly. He fondled her entire pudendum, four fingers running all the way along her helpless pussy from bottom to top, her pink folds mushing wetly under his determined grazing. “You really think a guy like me doesn’t know how to handle a stuck-up little fuckin' brat like you?” he said through clenched teeth in a possessive tone.

Shade slid two fingers in between her inner and outer labia, nibbling on her neck as an appreciative murmuring vibrated through his throat.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Flurry couldn’t hold her defiant vow of silence any longer. Her head tilted down and to the side, turning away from Shade’s loving nips. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, then a sharp intake of breath, followed by an “Aaauuhhh!”

Her legs tensed, instinctively trying to close around the rush of sensations on her pussy, but two pairs of red and yellow-scaled hands kept them firmly in place. This was a losing battle, and Flurry knew it. He wasn’t going to stop, he was just going to go at her defenseless royal kitty more and more until he got every last thing he wanted from her.

“You love getting held down and taken advantage of. I can feel it while I touch you... but don’t worry, I know part of the fun for you is lying to yourself about it,” he said, bringing his hand from her neck up to her chin and turning her muzzle toward his. “Relax, angel. Your secret is safe with me,” he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate mouth-locking kiss right as he slid his middle finger into her folds.

He barely needed to hold her chin in place to keep her lips to his. Flurry was so drowned in pleasure, she didn’t even think to try and pull away when his mouth closed over hers. She let off a loud moan into the kiss that—despite what she wanted—came out needy and wanton.

Shade instantly cracked a smile through the lip lock upon hearing her moan into his mouth so desperately. He suckled on her lower lip, gently dipping his middle finger in and out of her rapidly dampening depths.

Flurry panted through her nostrils as Shade pushed his muzzle directly into hers. She’d almost not even realized it when she thrusted her pelvis into his hand; a nearly involuntary reaction to the compounding carnality his fingering had wrought.

No! No! Don’t. Don’t push into it! Fight him! Flurry told herself. She couldn’t bear the thought of what they might say—the dirty, accusatory, sexual things they’d label her—if they saw her humping into his hand like that. She let out another moan into the kiss, sounding far more akin to a defeated whimper than the horny bellowing of just before. Shade loved the noises all the same, though. He saw it as an irrefutable testament of how much she belonged to him in the impassioned heat of that libidinous moment.

Shade broke the kiss with a wicked grin on his face, Flurry coming out of it with a shaky gasp, followed by a faint “H-aah!”

“Yeaaaah, you like that?” asked Shade with a slight wrinkle on his snout, his middle finger pulling out of her folds and firmly rubbing over the inner petals of her pussy, then diving back inside them. “You like where my claw is right now, sweetheart?” he cooed affectionately, rubbing his middle finger up along the sensitive inner walls of her pussy, causing her back to arch and jaw to fall open in response.

Shade loved seeing her chest pressed out like that, and slid his free hand down to rest over it, feeling her trembling breaths under his palm. “Ohhh yeah, that’s right...” he murmured in a lusty whisper, rolling his finger around inside her, causing wet little squelching noises as he twirled the scalie digit in wide, teasing circles. “Tell me how it feels, princess,” he growled.

“H-aah! Nnnuh! Sss-s-staaah! Stop!” was all Flurry could muster. She’d never felt anything even remotely like this in her life. The hooves of a pony bore no comparison to the intimate precision of a dragon’s claws delving straight into her love tunnel and rubbing up inside her. Nothing short of telekinetic self-pleasure could even come close, and magic use like that was for miscreants and prostitutes with no self-control.

Flurry had always prided herself on keeping her base desires reigned in—as a princess should—but as Shade began to pick up the pace with that finger inside her, she realized all that approach had done for her at this point was make her all the more ill-equipped to resist what he was doing to her, thanks to her distinct lack of experience with such torturous feelings. Try as she might, Flurry just couldn’t tell her body to calm down and ignore the stimuli through will power alone.

She leaned back into Shade’s chest and tensed her abdomen as her fight against his fingers started breaking down. Shade gave a soft growl, sliding his hand back up around her throat, loving the way she rested more of her weight backwards into him as the pace of his finger-fucking started to slowly increase.

His hand was hardly applying any pressure at all as it clamped down just under her chin. It was clearly a possessive ’you’re mine’ sort of thing for him more than an actual restraining hold to help finger her better.

...And if Flurry was being honest with herself, that’s exactly what it felt like to her, too. It complimented the burning heat in her belly in a way she couldn’t understand.

Just having his hand resting there wrapped gently around her neck made her somehow feel so much more helpless, like those fingers over her throat were a make-shift leash, and she was his property so long as he held his hand there. Why in the world would she enjoy a feeling like that!?

She was too caught up in the unbearable bliss of that middle claw thrusting in and out of her pussy to think on it any further, but whether or not she could fathom the reason why, one thing was bitterly certain: She loved his hand around her neck... and she hated that she loved his hand around her neck.

Cotton lay still as a statue, relaxed on his side as he kept the spyglass up to his eye, holding it as steady as possible—which was becoming gradually more difficult to maintain.

This was by far the most attractive he’d ever seen her; locked down in the lap of a drake, utterly nude with her hindlegs pried completely open, a dark-scaled digit now pumping in and out of her soaked pink folds in earnest. It was something straight out of a fantasy more raunchy and explicit than anything even he had ever come up with in all his years since puberty drooling over her from afar.

Cotton tried to chastise himself as he watched on, unsure if it made him a disgusting pervert to even suggest that Princess Flurry Heart was more beautiful naked and displayed than clothed and poised.

It’s not what’s happening to her, it’s just her body, that’s all! Cotton argued with his conscience, adopting any line of reasoning he could think of to justify his rock-hard erection while he witnessed his own princess getting held down and finger-blasted by scalie, bipedal bandits.

He could tell just by looking at her that her typical, snobbish demeanor was being completely broken down by now. It was an incredibly arousing disparity to practically every last memory Cotton had of his princess. Her expression was so often one of contempt or animosity that it had been hard for him to imagine that perfect face looking like anything else.

...But now...

Her muzzle was pointed to the ground, ears folded back, eyes shut, brow furrowed, and mouth hung open as she craned her neck back and pushed her chest out. That middle claw of the ebony drake curling inward, slipping inside her royal folds all the way up to the knuckle, his palm slapping down against her mons with each slick, fingering thrust.

Cotton’s hard-on twitched again from the sight of it.

He had such a confusing blend of rage and lust racing through his mind. These unworthy, musclebound punks taking their sweet damn time greedily stealing away every last part of her beauty—his princess’s beauty—made him feel acutely incensed. The pornographic, spread-eagle display they’d forced her into made the sight of her debasement all the more a blurry mix of enraging and erotic as that stunning, perfect pink pussy Cotton had imagined countless times was getting a cruel and thorough once-over done to it by that thirsty thug.

Cotton saw what the other two dragons were doing to her legs. The salacious, tongue-heavy massages the red one was giving one leg, and the hoof of her other leg being rubbed into the groin of the yellow. He couldn’t believe how comfortable and confident they were in molesting royalty in such... readily creative ways.

He loathed them—seeing what they were doing to the one and only girl he had been so distantly infatuated with for so long now. It tore him up inside watching his deepest crush having this done to her, but even more so by concupiscent criminals that absolutely loved what they were allowed to do to the royal daughter's naked body. The smug and bombastic enjoyment clear on all their faces as they abused her photogenic flesh made it so much worse for Cotton to watch... in the emotional department, anyway.

I’m gonna get you out of this, no matter what it takes. Just try to keep holding on, Flurry... Cotton promised her.

He hoped beyond the stars they would be done with her soon. Either they’d leave her be, and that would be the end, or they’d abduct her, and Cotton would have to pay very close attention to which way they’d go... especially if they retreated back into the forest.

The dense woods he’d pulled her carriage through just before arriving in the flowery clearing would be a real challenge for pegasus guards to scan from the skies during rescue. If Cotton couldn’t give them a distinct direction as their lead, Flurry might even never be seen again... depending on how coordinated and experienced those scaled bastards were at not being found.

Cotton shook those worst-case scenarios from his head and tried to steady his breathing, still upset with himself for getting so excited at watching the girl of everybody’s dreams—but especially his—having every scrap of modesty plucked from her in a forceful lust-fueled frenzy that showed no signs of slowing.

There was no teasing or taunts or hesitation in Shade’s ministrations anymore. Just a stern, repetitive slk slk slk slk slk slk slk slk coming from between Flurry’s soaked, splayed thighs as she was downright finger-fucked at a rapid pace.

“Ooooooh yeaaaah...” Shade groaned lustfully, peering over her shoulder and gazing down the front of her body to watch her pussy envelop his middle finger with each pump of his hand.

Flurry’s breathing had morphed into a repeating pattern of a sharp gasping inhale, then a heavy panting exhale, then a long, quiet pause as she tried to power through the pleasure taking hold of both her body and her mind. He wasn’t holding anything back now. Those wicked clawed digits intimately ravaged her nethers. She sat rigid in his lap, languid and helpless as she endured every second of it.

“Uuuuuaaaaahh!” came a moan from Flurry’s maw as it hung open. Her thighs were shaking—much to the enjoyment of Krim and Dandy—from how long she had held them tensed in response to Shade’s molestations.

This was bad. This was really, really bad! Flurry couldn’t hold on much longer. She knew what was coming; what he was trying to get from her, and she just knew he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. She could feel it readying to boil over inside her.

Don’t give in. Don’t let him have it! You can fight him. You’re a princess! Calm your mind! Ground yourself! she thought, and opened her eyes to try and reaffiliate with her surroundings in hopes of gaining a second wind of strength...

...But that was a big mistake.

As soon as her eyelids drifted open and her vision refocused, her gaze was filled with the sight of Shade’s fingers pummeling in and out of her pussy. She was immediately granted a direct visual tie to everything she had been feeling and fighting the whole time, and she couldn’t possibly stave it off now that she was looking right at it. A mountain of ground had been lost in an instant.

She’d just accidentally forfeited her best tactic of resistance against his fingers.

Seeing his hand slapping down on her mound over and over in rapid oscillation, his middle claw curled up inside her and thrusting in and out from tip to knuckle, again and again and again so swiftly... she couldn’t believe how obscene it looked; couldn’t believe a sight like that was actually happening to her!

Flurry’s eyes went wide as saucers, drinking in the shockingly pornographic scene of her own violation, her breathing turning to rapid, irregular pants.

“Uuhh! Uuaah! Aah! H-aauh! Nnnnnnuh! Fffuu-uuuh!” a slew of breathy, heaving moans came from her, one after the other. She was losing it. Losing her grip. She’d even failed to keep her hips still, and was now wriggling in Shade’s lap once more, sliding around in small little gyrations from the things his fingers were making her feel down there.

“Yeaaah, yeaaahhh, ohh yeaaah, that’s right! Ohhh, sweet little pink pussy!” moaned Shade, his tongue lolling out of his maw with a snarl on his snout. His expression was one of malicious gratification as he watched his own fingers violating a young pony princess in the most intimate of ways—the highest peak of femininity Equestria had to offer totally nude and helplessly restrained on top of him as he buried his digits up inside her slit.

He growled out his gratuitously sexual exploitation of her soft, delicious body, his fingers positively relentless as they dove in and out of her slick and dripping crotch. His own breathing had deepened to a more lustful, dominating, aggressive mix of pants and snarls and huffs. Flurry could hear just in the way he exhaled how much he was enjoying pumping his fingers into her so fast, a combination of slishing and slapping sounds coming from between her tensing, shaky thighs.

Shade easily picked up on her body language. The subtle roll of her hips against his hand, her erratic inhales, the straining shiver in her core as she flexed and unflexed her abdomen between breaths. He could tell she was close, and he simply loved it.

“I still can’t believe we landed a prize like you, Your Majesty,” he said to her in a low, flirty tone. “I never imagined I’d get to have a girl as perfect as you...” he nuzzled his cheek up against hers, as though cuddling romantically while his fingers continued to destroy her resolve, not letting up in the slightest. “But here I am, with the most beautiful angel in the lands sitting naked in my lap—” his tongue slithered all the way out of his maw and dragged up her cheek in a strong, affectionate lick, “—while I finger-fuck her royal little pussy as much as I want!” Shade drove his hand down just a bit harder, thrusting his middle claw up into her abused nethers more firmly to punctuate his words.

Flurry was already on her last legs, having shut her eyes again after learning her lesson to not feel and watch his fingers at the same time, but his words were making it even harder still. There was something about that gruff, deep, commanding voice he spoke with while simultaneously taking everything he wanted from her.

It was that damned verboten thrill again. Being talked to like that. In a voice like his. Treated like this! Her dainty, feminine frame trapped in huge muscly arms like those...

What was this? And why was it the only thing about him she couldn’t fight against what-so-ever!?

Shade slowed his assault and pulled his middle claw out from her depths, admiring how drenched in her juices his digit was before gliding his hand up to her clit. He rubbed it firmly in slow circles with the same finger, causing white-hot sparks of ecstasy to start zipping through her lower body non-stop as he concentrated his efforts on her sensitive little pleasure button.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! Flurry told herself over and over again, clinging to that phrase in her mind as though it were her only life line while adrift at sea in a violent squall. She was at least grateful that he’d slowed down as he transitioned to focus right over her nubile pink nub. Perhaps she could ward off her own pleasure a bit easier if he kept at that speed.

She couldn’t bear the thought of cumming in front of these horrid goons. The things they’d say to her, their vile chuckles, the sheer level of encouragement they’d get out of it. Seeing a princess having an actual orgasm from their pervy touches and thuggish treatment... it would reinforce their sexual drives, embolden the boyish power they held over her body to no end if she let them see her fall past that crucial brink of self-control. Every time she had let on that their hands, or mouths, or tongues were having an affect on her, it only ever compelled them to redouble their efforts in that moment. If she didn’t want it to get even worse, she had to hold herself back at all costs.

“Fuck, you’re a one-in-a-million catch, sweetheart. Do you know what that means?” he murmured as he buried his nose into her neck, inhaling her wonderful scent and giving a few gentle, nibbling kisses to it, earning a bolstered output of loud, breathy moans from Flurry as her muscles unwound from the tenderness of his mouth. She slowly melted into him as she felt his finger rolling so carefully over her clit, but pressing so firmly into it.

He was relaxing her on purpose, and she knew this could only spell disaster for her.

Don’t! Don’t say anything else! You fucker! Shut up! No more. Damn you! I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! Flurry cursed him silently. She’d been teased and tormented enough by now to realize he was playing another of his sick games with her, building up a tempo with her susceptible young body that he reveled in having unconditional authority over.

Shade raised his head up to just above hers, and sweetly whispered down into her ear. “It means you get the VIP treatment. We’re gonna do so many filthy things to your perfect little pussy,” he threatened, rolling his middle claw over her clit faster.

“Stuuuh! Stah! Aah! Stop..... Aaahh! P-puh... please!” Flurry was free falling towards her breaking point, feeling him rubbing so harshly over her most sensitive of places. She hadn’t properly spoken any real submission until now, but she was out of options, and was failing miserably at hiding her desperation.

As soon as Shade heard her say ‘please’ like that—in a cute, panting, helpless little mewling tone—a smug, triumphant grin came over his face, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her. He was driving her insane. Flurry even considered begging him out loud to raise his finger off her clit as she continued gyrating her hips into his hand in a virtually automatic fashion.

“Mmmm, these cute, royal pussy petals are gonna be such a mess once I’m done with you!” he growled into her ear, then gently nibbled on it, using his words to keep her mind focused on the ceaseless stimulation he was swirling all over her special gem.

He doesn’t think they are already? ...Oh fuck. I can do this, I can do this! Flurry never dreamed she could even feel this helpless, and there was a deep-seeded frustration that came along with it. She was angry at herself for liking the feel of having control so thoroughly taken away. It wasn’t right! She was a princess. The best princess, as far as anyone worth their weight in salt was concerned! She was always in charge, otherwise what kind of a princess was she? How could she actually like being the plaything of some beefed-up, horny, meathead hunk like him?

Flurry shuddered in his hold, terrified not by him, but the inexplicable control he had over her body. It was like he knew she was struggling to not enjoy being at his mercy, and he was slowly but surely tugging that forbidden excitement up out of her where it couldn’t hide as that middle claw danced tirelessly in dashing little circles directly over her pink pearl.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” he whispered teasingly.

His middle claw moved lower from her clit and slowly slid back inside her, curling up against her G-spot and rubbing into it.

Flurry’s eyes shot open and she gasped as the shock hit her like a tsunami. The touch of his claw rubbing right up into such an extraordinarily erogenous place sent another shiver rushing through her body.

Oh shit, fuck! Fuck! He knows what he’s doing... oh no, oh fuck, I can do this! Fuck! I can do this, I can do this! Flurry’s worry increased tenfold. She had already been on the brink for so long, she couldn’t help but shake as her whole body tensed up, trying to guard against where he was pressing his finger. Her breaths wavered wildly between shallow and heavy, a steady and visible quiver taking hold in her fluffy chest.

“We’ll make sure you like it...” Shade slid his thumb over the top of her pussy, resting it on her pubis and aligning it with the finger inside of her. He clamped down, trapping her G-spot in a pinch between his thumb from outside and middle claw inside, tightly rolling them in circles, grinding the hypersensitive little zone between his fingers. “...whether you fuckin’ want to or not!” he growled, and tightened his grip on her neck.

Oh fuck! I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t, fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Fuck! No! was the final thing to run through Flurry’s mind before she threw her head back and let out a long, shrill cry of pure ecstasy as she came. The feel of her entire mons gripped firmly under the pressure of his fingers sent raw, unfiltered pleasure coursing through her as Shade squished that overly-responsive little spot into his middle finger, rubbing and tugging it harshly in the pinching vice.

Her hips pumped hard into his hand, and her whole body tensed up like she was being electrified. Her hindlegs tried to raise up and close over Shade’s hand with a surprising burst of strength, forcing Krim and Dandy to stop their pervy touching games and hold onto the wild limbs in earnest, gripping them tightly with both hands to keep them splayed apart while Flurry climaxed like a mare possessed. Shade held her tightly up against himself as her muscles reacted to the experience and tried to lurch her upper body forward.

Her thighs trembled violently, and then she began to squirt as euphoric spasms overtook her nervous system.
“Hhh-aaaaaah! AaaaAAAH! AAAahhh! Nnnuuuuuaaaahhuuuhhh!!!” Flurry shrieked, a jet of her juices firing out, then a second, then a third, splashing into Shade’s hand, blocked by his palm as he held her pussy in a thumb-and-finger hook pinch, keeping pressure on her G-spot while she humped his hand and rode out the earth-shattering orgasm.

Cotton bit his teeth together and swallowed back the tightness that'd formed in his throat; his heart racing despite lying perfectly still and taking in the visual stimuli that had seized every last fiber of his attention.

The most intimate question about Flurry one could ever ask—a question sure to get you locked in a dungeon for the rest of your life should it ever leave your mouth—had just been answered for him, before his very eyes:

She was a squirter.

Or, at least, she could be made into one with enough teasing... or in this case, torment.

He could hardly believe he was actually watching his dumb boy crush actively cumming all over herself. She’d lasted longer than Cotton thought she would. Just like her to put up a fight, tooth-and-nail, even when it did her no good. All her resisting had won her, though, was even more time with that black-scaled digit pumping away inside her, faster and faster before grappling down on her G-spot in that lewd, possessive pinch between the dark drake’s middle claw and thumb.

Cotton realized he had no reservations nipping at the back of his mind anymore. No little voice telling him he should be looking away, or closing the spyglass, or trying to come up with a better plan than to lay still and watch the Crystal Princess get held down and finger-fucked for thirty minutes straight. He simply stared on in silence, his stiff stallionhood twitching on occasion.

In fact, he’d unconsciously flexed his cock enough times that it had grown uncomfortable still, sticking out of his waistline like it was.

Cotton reached down and unceremoniously unzipped his groin the rest of the way, letting his eager and raging hard-on fall completely free of any confines, standing at attention. He frantically re-aligned his gaze and looked back through the spyglass, not wanting to miss a single second of what they were doing to her, despite what he knew his conscience would have to say about it.

Are they going to fuck her? The thought blazed through Cotton’s mind for the tenth time. It had initially been from a place of fear and worry, but now equal parts lust and perverted anticipation.

...I’m so gross. She’d hate me if she knew I- he began to berate himself again, but nothing came of it. Still he lay there on his side, motionless, watching intently as the princess of his wildest fantasies was getting abused in a way Cotton had to admit was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. It almost surprised him how careful and selfless they were all being. It was probably the safest and most merciful attack on her body she could have hoped for... at least in terms of physical harm, anyway.

The three drakes had seemed to take special care in making sure she hadn’t been injured, or roughed up, or bruised, or anything. ... Well, maybe her ass was a minor exception. Even still, they’re focus was her body, and it was abundantly clear they were quite determined not to ‘damage the goods’, so to speak.

Cotton stayed low to the ground, surrounded by grass just barely tall enough to reach his shoulders from his prone position. Patches of colorful flowers swayed gently around him in the soft wind, a brilliant blue sky just above. It really was a beautiful day, which made it all the more jarring a contrast to the ruthless and forceful debauchery still ongoing down by that sheening carriage with its owner—Her Majesty, the one and only Princess Flurry Heart—being viciously molested with extreme fervor.

Angry purple clouds had begun to accumulate off near the horizon; a distant promise of a storm to come, not that Cotton noticed, of course. He was far too caught up in watching Flurry’s plight, his dirty love/hate relationship with what he was seeing starting to lose any semblance of balance.

He knew that if he just kept watching and watching, these images would be burned into his head, and he’d never be able to forget what Princess Flurry Heart the Flawless looked like while naked and dripping as she twisted and writhed in forced orgasm, her legs spread lewdly apart, inadvertently ensuring Cotton could see every last detail of what those drakes had been doing to her gorgeous body to make her cum so much.

Every time after this day when he’d speak to her, or deliver her meals, or just see her walk by him in the palace, he’d have a flash of what she looked like right now jump into his head. Nude, exposed, helpless, shaky and... oh-so beautiful!

Somewhere in the perviest reaches of his mind, that was also exactly what he was hoping for. No matter how wrong he knew it was, he just couldn’t fend off the desire to take in as much as possible, purposefully trying to focus so abnormally hard that he'd be able to pull this memory up in perfect clarity whenever he wanted. He never wanted to forget the shape of her curves. The cute tuft of fur at the top of her heaving chest. The look of pleasured, submissive exhaustion on her pretty face. Her sexy, toned, slender legs pulled wide out at either side...

...the soft pink color of her royal pussy...

Cotton stared at the lips of that immaculate pink flower as the black dragon held it in that dirty hook-pinch hold while rubbing his fingers together, grinding her senses into raw, mind-wiping ecstasy and dragging out as much of her orgasm as possible, her entire snatch visibly flexing and twitching around his middle claw stuffed up inside it.

The inner petals of her pussy had a color to them that Cotton never wanted to forget. Something about that particular shade of pink had him enraptured. It was like the soft pink rims of a tropical fantasy sunset, or the most vibrant pink cherry blossoms riding the coattails of a summer breeze. It was a shade of delicate femininity like no other. All he could think to compare that precious pink pussy to was only the finest of hues.

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 5

Flurry slowly forced her eyes to drift open, only to see Dandy trade places with Krim, the red drake having moved aside and headed over to the carriage as the yellow knelt down in front of her shaky form.

Unlike Krim, he had a cruel, hungry look in his eyes as he gazed at her violated nethers up close. There was a distinctly aggressive anticipation clear in his face, and it scared her.

Dandy had waited the longest to have his own turn, and he’d also been the most grabby and rough in all the things they’d done to her. A rush of anxiety overwhelmed her at seeing him in particular moving closer and closer to the most vulnerable, sensitive, and overclocked part of her body as he stared it down with predatory intent.

She lifted her head up and turned it to Shade, her pleading eyes locking with his. He was in charge, wasn’t he? She certainly felt like he was, in more ways than one. He was the ringleader. She had nothing else but him as she sat limp and exhausted in his lap. He could be her rock! If he said stop, it would stop.

“Please... don’t let him-... Please! I caaaan’t!” she whined, looking up at Shade pitifully.

Flurry hoped to the stars that if she could get him to pity her, he’d finally call off the assault and let her be... or at the very least, give her body a much-needed break.

Shade gave her a manipulative smile, putting a claw under her chin as she looked up at him, her sweet gaze appealing to a better side of him that she blindly hoped was there. He pressed his nose up against hers. “Hushhhh, don’t worry sweetie,” he murmured. There was a hint of yearning in his voice, like he wanted to see her pushed past her limits now that she was in this state. “After this, we’ll be on our way. Promise,” he cooed and pushed his lips to hers, gentle like a lover.

Could she really trust him? He hadn’t exactly lied up to this point... in fact, he’d been a little too correct. Furthermore, she hardly had a choice.

A sharp slap to Flurry’s inner thigh jolted her out of the hazy kiss with Shade. She looked down just in time to see Dandy slap the inside of her other thigh, pushing both a little further open. “Oh fuck,” he grumbled, both his hands slapping down together on her thighs and squeezing them harshly in his grip. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said under his breath as he felt up the inside of her toned, equine legs.

Dandy's open palms traveled all along her flaccid thighs, trailing down to her hocks, then back up toward her groin in slow, affectionate motions. His eyes followed his hands as they ran up and down and up and down her splayed legs before focusing his stare back toward the object of his desire, his touch gliding up her thighs and roaming inward toward her cleft. The tips of his thumbs came together at a point right over the center of her slick, pink folds before pressing both digits together, side by side, and pushing sloooowly inside, producing a soft, wet squishing noise from the ample arousal collected at her nethers.

He eyed her pussy with dirty determination as his thumbs slid further and further in, going as deep as he could make them until his trapezium joints touched and there was no more thumb left to push. His palms laid flat down at either side of her mound, positioned like the wings of a butterfly.

Flurry dared not wriggle her hips or move an inch, not that she had the strength for it anyway. It felt a little strange having both his thumbs so far inside her, a feeling which immediately turned to discomfort as his palms slowly separated, his thumbs in turn pulling the walls of her pussy apart from within, opening her as wide as he could until that pretty pocket finally revealed the pink, fleshy ring of her cervix to his hungry, scouring eyes.

“Uuuuhhh!” Flurry groaned at the intrusively intimate sensation. She looked from his hands up to his face, taking in his features, trying to gleam just how much more was in store for her through the only means she could: reading his expression as he took in her sexual beauty.

He peered in with stoic fascination as he pried her channel agape and ogled the newly exposed regions of her privy interior. “Nnnnn,” Dandy growled coarsely through clenched teeth in a low, rumbling hum; like a draconic purr. “Fuckin’ pretty little pink princess...” he said softly, cherishing the view he’d given himself, staring right at that puckered little barrier nestled back in the most sacred of her depths.

All three of them had spread her pussy open now, but Dandy in particular had a strange aggressiveness to his hands. She could feel it in the strength he had behind his thumbs hooking inward to pull the delicate walls of her young flower apart. It was above and beyond obscene; an incredulously perverted thing to do, like he was directly examining her fertility. Watching a big mean brute like him being practically hypnotized by the sight of her unveiled insides made her feel bashfully self-conscious beyond any words—even now.

Dandy’s eyes burned their lusty gaze into the crux of her femininity with a distinctly boyish fascination. His demanding and impatient method to splay her intimates open along with his quiet, concentrated inspection of the pliable, pink insides seemed like it was more out of curiosity over how deep she went, rather than just another humiliating exploitation of her body.

Flurry felt such a unique humiliation watching the absolute... stillness in his face and posture as his eyes pierced into the spread of her pussy. The delay he employed gave her the time to let it sink all the way in how filthy this really was.

He didn't want to rub it, or kiss it, or play with it like the other two had. He just wanted to... look at it. To really look at it, like it was his horny-teenager birthday wish that he'd always wanted and now was finally getting. He wanted to see The Crystal Princess' naked, royal cunt. Every crevice, every inner wrinkle, every fold of pink awash with her own arousal. A soft coolness of air brushed up into her breeding hole—a sensation that was supremely foreign to Flurry. It enabled her to literally feel how much of an eyeful he was getting holding her cleft so thoroughly open like that, exposing the full extent of her vaginal cavity to his embarrassing scrutiny.

Oh fuck, please stop... staring at it, she thought as she watched his focus lasered right in on her intimates, her heart beating out of her chest and face flushing hotter than ever before in her entire life.

There was an almost angry desire shown in Dandy’s expression as his eyes roamed over that fleshy little donut sitting snug up in the back of her spread-and-readied hole. He was utterly entranced as he drank in the world-class peepshow before him. The intoxicating sweetness of a princess’s soaked and defenseless pussy gave off the most arousing odor the yellow dragon had ever smelled, and just inches from his predatorily attuned nose, blasting his senses like a firehose in the face and driving him insane.

He inhaled slowly, and immediately lost a sizeable, visible chunk of his composure. A barely-noticeable snarl formed on his muzzle and his eyes opened wider, a look of heightened intensity showing through them. The carnivorous features of his scalie face growing more exaggerated with each following whiff he took in of her forbidden flower, it’s soft, mushy pink tunnel pried open around his thumbs, leaving not even a single nook or cranny of royal chastity hidden from his view.

He closed his eyes and let his snout fall forward, pressing it right into her clitoral hood and inhaling deeply through his nose, drugging himself with the source of her beautiful scent. He again gave off that strange, reptilian purr, his olfactory drowned in an endlessly tantalizing paradise. He had to have more. He had to taste it; taste all of it. Every last bit of it, from the inside out.

With his eyes still closed, Dandy slithered his tongue out from his maw and pressed it slowly into the gaping pink of Flurry’s displayed pussy, the slick, prehensile tendril sliding between his two thumbs that held her petals apart and working its way deep up inside her.

Flurry gave a startled gasp, followed by a slowly exhaled “Aaaaaaahhhh!” as she watched that draconic tongue slip smoothly into her with astonishing ease.

“Noo, no-ho! Haah!” she cried, shutting her own eyes and shaking her head left and right as she felt his tongue begin writhing around in the confines of her sex, wriggling its way deeper. She was far too raw and sensitive for something like this so soon after what Krim had done to her. These boys just wouldn’t give her a single moment to breathe. They all wanted a piece, and she had no say in the matter.

Flurry’s front hooves instinctively came down to rest on the top of Dandy’s head, bracing herself on him while she took the brunt of that slender and ultra-flexible tongue pushing up inside her. She threw her head up and back, draping the back of her neck over Shade’s shoulder, her head hanging upside down behind him as she let out a soft but prolonged groan. The feel of something slipping that far up her pussy—even if it was as soft and squishy as a lizard tongue—had taken her breath away. She didn’t even know she could feel a fullness like that as it buried itself further, slickly plugging up all the available space in her vaginal canal.

Shade brought both his hands up to clamp down on her neck, as though he was choking her out from behind, the gentleness of his touch totally betraying how viciously dominant the hold looked with his massive arms reaching around and elbows pointing straight out at either side as he gripped down over her throat, the posture emphasizing her submission tenfold. A loud, desperate moan escaped Flurry’s maw, and Shade could feel the vibrations of it in his palms, growling flirtatiously underneath her in return, adding to the sound of her pleasured wail.

Dandy slithered his tongue up through her slick, velvety folds, pushing more and more of it’s insane length into her—tasting her depths just as much as he was burrowing inward for deeper access until his infiltration of her nethers reached its end, his tongue nuzzling up against the pink, squishy rounding of her cervix.

Feeling the resistance, a smirk formed at the corner of Dandy’s mouth, knowing full-well what his tongue was pressing up against. He let off another purring growl of satisfaction and twirled his tongue around, slathering the tip all over that lewd little barrier to her womb. He slowly reared his head back, easing half of his tongue out of her.

“Uuuuhhuuuaah!” Flurry moaned at the feel of his tongue dragging along her sensitive insides as it slithered partway back out. She gasped out a loud “AAHhh!” as Dandy plunged straight back in, thumping the end of his tongue up against that firm little wall.

He repeated the motions, shifting his head back to drag his tongue out, then lunging forward as he darted it back in, setting a slow and steady pace that suited him. He was giving Flurry a first-hoof experience to the unbelievable depth a dragon’s tongue was capable of reaching inside a mare as he established a tempo and began to tongue-fuck her in earnest.

Her pleasure was irrelevant to him in that moment as he sampled her honeypot. She was simply along for the ride as he adeptly dipped into the delicious, quivering girl-hole at the end of his snout, the oral organ filling, then emptying her delicious pink chute in a continuous, pumping rhythm.

“Ah!... Ah!... Aah!... Haah!... Ahh!... AAH!... Aah!” came a series of breathy moans from Flurry, each one huffed out in sync with the repeated thrustings from that invasive reptilian muscle as it started audibly sloshing in and out of her again and again. Dandy began bobbing his head back and forth in added rhythm to the motions, giving more oomph to his tender-but-needy tonguing of the beautiful, helpless princess before him.

There was no need to properly restrain Flurry’s legs anymore, upper or lower. She was too exhausted to put up any real fight, and Shade could feel her lack of energy each time she’d shudder in his arms or shuffle on top of him. She’d given up the struggle entirely, her body language showing nothing but resignation as the exhausted girl tried her best to suffer through yet more waves of mind-numbing pleasure while these scaled brutes continued to have their way with her supple flesh.

The sensation of having something bottoming out inside her was foreign and bizarre to Flurry... but that certainly didn't make it unpleasant. On the contrary, she was shocked at just how quickly it'd started to wrack her senses wild... for the fourth time.

But four was too much. Flurry felt like she might lose her mind if these insatiable ruffians made her cum for a fourth time. They’d proven they could make her cum as much as they wanted. She’d already lost that battle thrice over. All Flurry had left on her list of options was to plead with the one drake of the three that—ironically—had destroyed her sexual resolve the fastest by far.

Flurry opened her eyes and pulled her head back upright, Shade’s covetous grip on her neck releasing as she did.

“Shade... please,” she looked to him and mewled pitifully, sat naked in his lap as the yellow drake buried his tongue up inside her receptive, pink pussy, treating the rest of her like she wasn’t even there, her hips subtly shifting back and forth over and over from each forward-drive of Dandy’s determined tonguing.

Now they were both on a first name-basis with each other. This was the first time she’d actually used Shade’s name, instead of a mouthy name-call. The way she’d said it—high-pitched and breathless—was a hugely erotic rush to his ego. His cock jumped in his leggings as he heard her speak his name.

Shade lunged his head forward and greedily crashed his lips down onto hers. She laid totally listless in his arms and let him have as much of her mouth as he wanted. She knew well enough by now he loved to kiss, and was hoping that her compliance would better her chances of gaining his pity. Shade moaned sweetly into the aggressive lip-lock, his tongue briefly darting into and exploring her mouth before pulling back and breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” he responded teasingly, flashing her his teeth in a condescending smile.

“Please... I ca-hHHHhhhh!!,” her words were interrupted by a cute, girly sigh of pleasure. She looked back down at Dandy’s head, her forehooves perched on him as he bobbed back and forth between her thighs, the intense sensation of that unwavering dragon tongue slipping partway out of her folds, then shooting all the way back in was making it extremely hard to think—let alone speak.

Flurry’s brow furrowed and her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. That tongue was incredible, and she had no defenses left standing to fight the feelings it gave. It was so slickly efficient in the way it masterfully bored into her love tunnel, smoothly gliding past her outer folds and lodging up inside her depths like a perfectly fitting glove before receding back out with not even a hitch. It baffled her, the unspeakable fullness he was able to make her feel with just that slender muscle coming out of his mouth. Were all dragons able to do this to a girl so easily? There was nothing like it she could compare to, no point of reference to fall back on or reprieve to distract her from how... stuffed it made her feel with every tenacious thrust. She felt as though all she could do anymore was lay there slack and defeated in the lap of a big, horny lizard boy and just... let her whole essence be sensuously impaled by the uniquely relentless and unforgettable acquaintance of dragon tongue despoiling the deepest reaches of her exhaustively overtaxed pony pussy.

Any residual sanctity; whatever remaining scraps of her incredible beauty she still had were now left totally unguarded, free to be picked apart and feasted upon for the enjoyment of thick-tailed thugs doing whatever they wanted to do with the body of a beautiful, helpless, naked girl who they'd forced through blinding euphoria thrice in a row with nobody around to come and stop them... and at this point, Flurry just let it happen.

Her legs dangled inertly, she made no attempt to close them as she not only watched the hulking yellow fiend delving passionately between her thighs, but allowed it, too—resigning herself and her body to whatever these pervert drakes wanted from it. She wished so badly for it to stop, but there wasn’t an ounce of that notion being practiced anywhere in her worn and wearied state anymore.

Dandy used the muscles in his neck to reel his head back, then lurch it forward into her crotch repeatedly with a snake-like motion, the additional leverage embedding his tongue into her taut channel with no small amount of strength. He dipped into the source of her arousal like a chameleon drinking from a water-filled blossom, giving her a simulation of proper, penetrative intercourse with remarkable authenticity using nothing but his tongue and a desperate, voracious desire to have a princess’s pink and pristine pussy all to himself.

“I ca-hh... can’t h-handle anymo- A-Aaah!” she whispered through raspy panting.

Hearing her pleading so cutely to Shade only encouraged Dandy. His claws squeezed down on her inner thighs, and he tilted his head to the side with each forward thrust, adding a cork-screwing motion to his intrusions as he longingly tongued the back reaches of her gushing little peach. His movements prioritized depth above all else, ensuring she could feel him filling her to capacity each time. “Pleeee-hease! Make him stop! Haahh, fuck! I ca-hh! Fuuuhhck! AHH!!” Flurry squealed, shutting her eyes tightly and turning her head toward Shade and away from the intolerable tonguing.

Shade grabbed her forehooves, lifting them off Dandy’s head and bringing them together up against her chest. He held them both in one hand while the other raised up to clamp down on her neck.

“Open your eyes,” Shade cooed to her.

But Flurry kept them shut, letting out a constant stream of soft little pants and moans as she felt the pressure in her abdomen building once more, her lucidity beginning to fall victim to the sensations of a dragon tongue swirling, curling, and plugging up inside her in the most shiver-inducing ways

“I said open your eyes!” Shade repeated through gritted teeth, his tone shifted to stern and commanding.

Flurry complied and forced her eyelids to drift open, though her eyes were rolled partway up into her head.

She dared not anger him, telling herself it was just because she wanted to get on his good side in hopes of him finally calling this nightmare off... but the underlying reality was that she wanted to obey that low, conquering, gravelly voice whose owner had all but taken charge of her psyche. The feeling of being locked in his lap had started as one of furious indignation, but had since transformed into the only sense of comfort and fallback she had—perhaps even the only sense of comfort she wanted.

“Look at him,” Shade ordered, gripping her jaw in his fingers and aiming her head back down toward Dandy’s positively lecherous exploration of her insides.

The blurry shape of two horns attached to a yellow oval came back into view as Flurry struggled to refocus her eyes on the occupied drake between her legs, letting out a desperate, pathetic whimper as she took in the sight of what was currently ripping her cognitive coherency to pieces.

“Do you see what he’s doing to your naked little pussy?” Shade hissed coldly into her ear, holding her gaze down at the tongue-fuck she was taking.

Flurry’s only response was a particularly drawn-out wail combined with a needy hump of her hips directly into Dandy’s face, causing him to halt his thrusts and hold his mouth over her crotch, moaning sweetly into it. The vibrations of his vocals rolled along her vulva and through her whole groin, making her legs shake in fatigued delight.

“Answer me,” Shade growled softly.

Flurry whimpered and nodded her head rapidly.

“My, my. What would your admirers think if they saw you getting fucked by dragon tongue and loving every second of it like the royal little slut you are?” Shade asked cruelly, still speaking softly through clenched teeth as he nuzzled her cheek affectionately—a hugely contradictory action compared to the venom in his voice. "Not feeling so high and mighty now, are we princess?" he crudely whispered the shameful question in her ear.

Flurry shook her head and moaned again, her eyes beginning to glass over and lose focus, feeling that tongue tugging along the inner walls of her pussy, slithering out, and pushing deep back inside as Dandy renewed his rhythmic penetrations.

What was she thinking hoping he’d help her? Of course he was just going to start another of his awful games. Yet, this time felt different. He hadn’t growled at her like that before. It was so proud and possessive, like he wouldn’t allow her to disobey, wouldn’t allow her to not answer him. Stars above, why did she love that? How could she melt so easily like that in the arms of this scalie thug while getting her pussy so assiduously probed? His coarse, rumbling vocals somehow perfectly resonated with her libido, causing the most inappropriate butterflies in her stomach that she couldn’t ignore, nor explain.

Dandy, meanwhile, was in another world entirely. He was happily drenching himself in her indescribably addicting scent and flavor. He slid his thumbs out and rested his hands flat on her inner thighs, giving his tongue all the room it could get as he plunged it in and out of her royal pussy with reckless, selfish abandon. His nose repeatedly bumped right up against her clit each time he sank into her, and his long, oral appendage kissed her cervix at the peak of every burrowing advance as he plundered her intoxicating depths with an exorbitant appetite.

He loved it. Loved the smell, loved the taste, loved the wet sounds of her sopping and receptive little hole as it took the ruthless barrage of tongue-fucking that filled every last bit of her silken insides... again and again and again. If there was any better way to devour a young princess’s love box, Dandy was too drunk on lust to think of it.

He began letting out needy, growling pants with every bobbing motion of his head, vocalizing his inability to get enough of her each time his tongue pushed back inside. His mind was a foggy mess of hormones, lost in that moment of debaucherous indulgence as his elongated lizard tongue continuously penetrated the inner ward of a beautiful pony princess.

Flurry’s eyes started to fall back up into her head, her eyelids naturally drifting closed as she grew lost in the endless pleasure of that horribly amazing alien muscle eagerly snaking its way in and out from deep between her legs.

Suddenly, Shade’s hands shot to the back of her head and top of her neck as he turned her to face him, planting a harsh, aggressive kiss on her mouth that was no less forceful and thieving than their first meeting of lips from two hours ago.

“What did I fuckin’ say?” he growled angrily and kissed her again—as though it were a punishment. “What did I say, huh? Did I say keep your eyes open?” he chastised her, his face not even two inches from hers.

Flurry frantically nodded, her eyes locked on to his, not daring to look away, those two intense, oppressive lip-locks each having wracked her body with a taboo delight. In her right mind, she would have berated herself for such a reaction, but she had since been severed from her wits, and instead found herself almost mindlessly hoping for a third.

“Apologize!” he barked.

“Uuaaihm sarruh!” was all she could get out through her ragged breathing, earning her another forceful mouth to mouth from Shade. Flurry couldn’t help but let off a cute, wanton squeak into the overpowering kiss. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. She loved belonging to him, and she had no energy left to hate herself for it.

“Show me your tongue!” he ordered, squeezing tighter around her neck to emphasize that she had no choice.

Flurry hesitated for a brief moment, confused by the command, but obeying it none-the-less. She opened her maw, and not even half a second later, Shade forced his mouth back over hers, his tongue darting inside with zero resistance to wrestle with her own as he greedily, noisily french-kissed her. Angry moans of sexual conquest rumbled up from his throat and into her mouth, serving as an aggressive reminder that he could have as much of her as he wanted, in any way he wanted, and she couldn’t do a single thing to stop him.

For the entire, prolonged, defiling kiss, his eyes were locked right on to hers. Not closed, not even droopy. His piercing gaze practically staring into the very essence of her while his mouth gluttonously claimed her own. A fierce, masculine, tyrannical look was clear in his face. It was a stark contrast to the cruel-but-gentle gaze he’d had every other time she’d looked into those dreamy, hypnotizing blues.

Flurry kept her eyes open as well, looking back into the predatory lock of his. He’d yelled at her for closing them, and she had no idea how else to react but to keep obeying, even while his tongue hungrily invaded the inside of her maw. He was kissing her like she was a girl who'd slighted him time and again, and now he was finally getting his revenge in the form of holding her head firmly in place and shoving his tongue into the back of her mouth, viciously growling through every second of the oral attack and staring dominantly into her eyes all the while to make sure she knew it was personal.

He’d never been so demanding and forceful in all the things he’d done or said to her. The drastic change in his tone, his rough, hands-on french-kiss, those heart-pounding grunts and groans that vibrated through his muzzle and into hers! It was nothing short of an aphrodisiac for Flurry... and somehow, it was like he knew.

Shade broke the kiss unceremoniously. Keeping his angry gaze locked in with hers, his squeeze on her neck loosening. Flurry’s tongue hung out of her open mouth as he freed her from the oral embrace, still abiding by his order to keep it shown, while also wanting to stay ready for more as she looked up at him panting and needy.

She was losing her mind. The combination of Dandy’s desperate oral servicing and Shade harshly seizing her entire mouth with his own was having a profound and earth-shattering effect on her.

“Pluuhh! Huuh. Pl-heasssse. Aahh! Shhhhaade! Haah, I-Mmmf!” Flurry mewled, cut off as Shade’s mouth closed again over hers, a hoarse and hostile moan rising from his chords.

He began a rude and lascivious rain of kisses, pelting her mouth with them one after the other, his lips closing sloppily around hers, and only breaking briefly to whisper flirtatious perversions and dirty praises in a soft, lusty voice before pressing back over her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ cute, Flurry! Mmmmh...” he cooed, moaning audibly into every single meeting of their lips. “Such a beautiful girl, mmmh! You have such a sweet little pussy, don’t you? Mmmmhh, you belong naked in my lap, you understand slut? Mmmh!” he suckled on her lips, sprinkling in lewd flattery between each individual kiss. “I can’t believe we caught the best princess–mmmh–out here all alone–mmmmh–just waiting to get her spoiled little pink pussy played with! Mmmmh.”

Fuck, please stop! You incredible brute! Damn you! If you’re gonna kiss me then just kiss me!! Please, stop talking! You’re so mean. Oh fuck, please hold me tighter! was what Flurry wished she could tell him through the bridling bombardment of lip-to-lip as his mouth pressed over hers again and again, not even giving her enough time to catch her breath—let alone form any words—before the next kiss came crashing down on her. It filled her with a sensuous, erotic bliss that washed over her whole being. His shower of kisses and sweet filthy nothings whispered to her over and over made her feel pampered and appreciated in a way no servant, chef, or priceless gown could ever hope to match. She felt decorated instead of demolished, and she no longer cared why. She was putty in his claws, and they both liked it.

In the hazy lust that overwhelmed Flurry’s mind, her forehooves both unconsciously drifted to the two dragons befouling her beauty. One hoof raised up and wrapped around the back of Shade’s neck, wordlessly encouraging him as he kissed her mouth, the other hoof coming down to rest atop Dandy’s bobbing head as he tongued her pussy. She braced herself on those muscly ruffians as they double-teamed her, completely trapped between the two thuggish drakes latching their mouths onto her from above and below, draining her of all her sensibilities from both ends at once.

Flurry barely even registered that her hooves had come to rest comfortably on each of her unrelenting assailants. Her body language was totally automatic in that fiery moment of chaotic passion caused by two big, nasty boys collaboratively monopolizing her entire being. The way she held onto each of them as their mouths separately but simultaneously sampled her ended up looking like a physical gesture of scandalous appreciation and desperate, wanting approval as Shade’s additions brought her gang rape to a new level of intensity. Despite what the posture of it clearly looked like, though, she didn’t mean to appear so needy, and she most certainly didn’t want this frenzied ravaging of her dainty figure to continue...

...is what she told herself, before moaning loud and lustful into the draconic chops closed down over hers and humping her hips eagerly into the mouth of the drake between her thighs.

Shade broke the kiss he had her in, cradling the back of her head in his large scaled hand to keep her facing him. “You’re my pretty princess, you got that?” he whispered sternly to her. “You’re my pretty fuckin’ princess. Mine! And you’re gonna do everything I say,” he held her chin in his thumb and forefinger, “do you understand?”

Flurry nodded meekly, completely entranced by him, her eyes lost in his. In that moment, she couldn’t even imagine a reality where she wasn’t his submissive little princess.

“Good,” said Shade, his hand at her neck gliding ever-so-slowly down, running along her collarbone and down across her chest. His clawed fingers combed through the tuft of fur at the top of her trembling bosom, causing her ragged breathing to catch in her throat. Her eyes trailed down, following his hand as it continued its journey and settled in an open-fingered splay on her stomach. The new position of his palm refocused all her scattered attention back down to the ravishing that her sodden nethers were receiving from Dandy... and also how close she was to her peak.

Shade pressed his hand flatly down on her stomach, adding to the pressure she already felt each time Dandy’s dragon tongue invaded the innermost recesses of her abused little love box. His other hand shifted to wrap back around her neck as he nuzzled her ear from behind, putting his muzzle right beside it.

“Now cum,” he whispered in an authoritarian growl. Flurry could feel the reverberations in his throat as he pulled her tightly into him, rumbling the order with that same, soft intensity she had no clue even how to disobey. She was going to cum because he said so, and she wasn’t allowed a choice.

Stars he was so big, and strong, and forceful, and mean, and... so incredibly fucking hot. His hand on her throat. Palm on her lower belly. Dammit, that sexy, throaty voice right in her ear! It was everything she needed in that moment, and she obediently swan dove over the edge on his command.

“Aaah! Aaaahh! H-aaaauh! AAaaahhh! AaaaaaAAAHHHH!” came a series of cries from Flurry, each longer and louder than the last as she looked down with hazy eyes at that tongue spearing into the parting folds of her princess pussy. She threw her head back and let out a howling moan, a long, drawn-out, violent shiver passing through her, quaking across her whole body as she came.

She gyrated her hips into Dandy’s face, instinctually trying to ride his tongue deeper into her as it carried her through her climax. Flurry’s left forehoof was raised up behind her and clinging around the back of Shade’s neck for support while her right forehoof sat on Dandy’s head between his horns. The limb tensed up in her electric bliss as though trying to push him out of her while the simultaneous, avid rotation of her hips looked to be encouraging quite the opposite.

Her lower legs shook through the entire climax, like the muscles had a constant current of low voltage coursing through them. Shade’s hand on her neck glided up and down its length, stroking the fur along her throat sensually. It made Flurry feel so pretty when he did that, giving intense compliment to the orgasm currently raging through her. She took in a shaky breath of air, paused, and let it out in a loud, needy, desperate moan of shameless desire. Her walls clamped down on Dandy’s tongue, and her vulva spasmed, squirting a stream of her juices right along the top of his muzzle.

As soon as Dandy felt that jettison of wetness splash across his snout, his eyes shot open, and his pupils dilated. His tongue pulled out from her depths and hung out of his open mouth. He wrapped his claws around each of Flurry’s hindlegs and stood upright, lifting Flurry’s hips up with him as he rose out of his kneeling position, pulling her lower half right up and off of Shade’s lap, her back hooves pointing toward the sky.

Dandy held her legs in his powerful grip and splayed them wide apart, looking down at her puffy little kitty still gushing and flinching helplessly before him. Little shudders of pleasure surged through her slim and shaky body as her orgasm started to subside.

Something had turned within Dandy as he watched her pussy trembling beneath him. He panted with impatient, anticipatory huffs, eyeing the royal daughter's naked pink cunt with a vicious gaze as it pulsated cutely over and over, as though still trying to squirt up at him. He bared his teeth and gums in a deep, predatory snarl accompanied by a wicked grin. A perverse and positively primal growl rose out of his maw—a sound of raw, masculine hunger. He thrust his head down into her shivering crotch, pressing the prehensile meat of that oral organ back into Flurry’s spasming and sodden hole, immediately bottoming out inside her and revitalizing her ravishment.

Her body was on his time, and he wasn’t done with it yet.

Flurry’s mouth fell open with a sharp intake of air as she felt him delve back into her from this new orientation. With one eye squinted shut, the other open, she looked up at him—or rather, down at him, from the perspective of her head and shoulders—as he stood over her menacingly, pulling her hindquarters up in the air by her legs and rapidly plunging his tongue down into her groin with a renewed and ravenous vigor.

It looked like some sort of X-rated wrestling move. Flurry had no control from the chest down, every scrap of maneuverability in her lower body snatched up in his powerful claws, her bodily autonomy completely revoked. Her limber little frame was being absolutely dominated by his towering and hardened physique, the hold leaving her most vulnerable and desired of places fully displayed and totally defenseless as he thrust his tongue down into it. She hadn’t even come all the way off the high of her last orgasm, and he’d just kicked into overdrive, going even harder and causing another to start building immediately.

Flurry’s pussy was angled straight up from how Dandy held her lower half aloft by her hindlegs, and he was taking full advantage of the position as his whole head oscillated up and down, diving his tongue down into her with the full range of that arching reptilian neck, his triumphant eyes locked onto her convulsing princess pussy. He spared no expense of strength, nor power to pummel that oral muscle into her, the lips of her cleft parting with ease each time his tongue hammered down inside.

Flurry was past her limits, and Dandy was showing no signs of letting up. She needed a break bad! Anything! She'd even rather they both be vying for control over her mouth right now, taking turns pushing their tongues inside, and she'd happily kiss each of them back in earnest; moaning into the meeting of lips, suckling on the wet, invading appendage to pull it deeper into her maw, then breaking free with a gasp and turning her head to the other dragon's waiting muzzle to give him the same. Her faculties were so shot that she was ready to not just encourage but help these two scalie boys french her deep and hard to keep them interested in constant back-and-forth mouth-to-mouth with her if doing so meant that her loins could have just five minutes to simmer down and recover. The sensations between her legs had compounded. It was unrelenting waves of intensive stimulation stacked on endless hoards of burning pleasure layered under a massive mountain of fiery euphoria... and this yellow fucker just kept going! She looked over to Shade, her eyes pleading desperately with his.

“Please, Shade! Please! Aaah, please stop, please stop, please stop, please! UuuAaahhh! Pleasepleasepleasepl-aAAAaahh! Nnnno moooore! Plea-ffgh!” Flurry begged, before being cut off by a dark-scaled thumb being pushed into her mouth.

Her jaw fell open in compliance while Shade's other hand reached around to cradle the back of her skull. He locked eyes with her, having that same mean, domineering look still present on his face. He leaned his head forward and unceremoniously shoved his tongue into her waiting mouth.

“Gmmmff!” came an ironically surprised grunt from Flurry, stifled by the sudden intrusion.

Shade thrashed his tongue around her own and moaned aggressively into her lips, exploring the inside of her muzzle with raving abandon and pushing all the way into the back of her mouth as he deliberately, enthusiastically gagged her with his tongue.

Flurry's eyes rolled up into her head and she exploded in that moment, another huge wave of electric rapture crashing over her nervous system as her fifth climax followed not even a full two minutes behind her last. Her slender legs shook in Dandy’s powerful grip as he held them up and apart, and her pussy jumped right back into convulsing around his pumping tongue.

Shade began viciously plunging his own tongue into her mouth over and over, right up to the limit, causing sexy little ’glk’ sounds from Flurry as he repeatedly dipped into the top of her throat, stabbing his tongue into her chops with the same lusty ferocity as his companion simultaneously trouncing the silken haven of her nethers the exact same way. He quickly established his own rhythm in tandem with Dandy’s, bobbing his head along with the downward motions for additional force.

Having two dragons doing that to her at both ends was just too much, especially this far into the ordeal, and after everything they’d done to her prior. Flurry let out muffled wails of delirious anguish around the tongue repeatedly ravaging its way into her maw, the dizzying orgasmic barrage of sensations still surging through her body now thrown to new heights as she rolled from one orgasm right into the next with no downtime at all.

“MMMMgkMMMgkMMMgkMMMMgkMMMgkMM!” Flurry bellowed out a muffled scream of multiplied ecstasy as she came, the noise being continuously interrupted by Shade’s tongue burying itself into the back of her mouth, triggering a slew of erotic-sounding gags all spliced into the howling bliss of her prolonged pleasure. Her eyelids grew heavy and fell closed as she tumbled through her double orgasm.

Two unstoppable boys ravaging her beauty, totally ignoring her moans and pleas, like she was just a piece of prime meat to be carelessly and cruelly dug into, treating her as nothing more than an outlet to sate their enormous sexual appetites as both of those tongues eagerly burrowed into her with zero hesitation. She’d never felt like more of an object in her life, yet that feeling alone now serving as the primary locomotive that'd taken her over one crest and straight up to the next in line.

Shivers spasmed through her body from head to hoof. Flurry’s mind fell into a trance-like state, feeling as though it would snap from the wondrously subjugating stimuli alone. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel those ferocious, draconic tongues crashing into her over and over.

She was lost somewhere else. Two long, slick, overpowering tendrils wrapped around her subconscious and dragging her into a bottomless pit of torrid depravity, tangling her up in collaborated bondage before darting up inside her, penetrating their respective holes while simultaneously pulling her further down into that maddening, lascivious darkness. Those impossible tongues fucked her together with a ruthless sexual drive, filling her pussy and plugging her mouth. She was rocked to and fro between them as they selflessly pleasured her body, but brutally raped her mind. They stabbed into the core of her being each time they plunged in, pulling out bits and pieces of her sanity in every single slithering withdrawal as she writhed and twitched and screamed through the whole experience, totally at their mercy.

Flurry had no clue how long she was trapped in that sex-drugged daze, but eventually some of her senses came back to her, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. Finally she was done cumming, and the real world began to fade back in.

...But neither of them stopped. Both drakes maintained their ravenous pace, pumping their tongues into her from both ends, violating her anatomy in ways only a dragon could pull off.

Why aren’t they stopping? Why aren’t they stopping!? Oh, oh fuck! Fuck! Help me! Someone help me! Help! Fuck, please! Fuck! Fuck! FuckfuckfuckfuckohhhFUCK! was the only thought that managed to cross Flurry’s pleasure-blasted mind. She tried to squeal out her protest around the tongue being stuffed into her mouth, but all it did was further encourage Shade as he too started grunting each time his head lurched forward to thrust that wet, twisting muscle into her maw, clearly enjoying her helpless shrieks trapped behind his insistent, horny insertions.

She realized they weren’t going to give her any respite. She’d only just regained a fraction of herself, and already her recovery was reversing as yet more tension began to build in her belly. Perhaps this had been Shade’s plan all along. To render a princess mentally drained — psychologically usurped, forcing her to cum and cum and cum; to steal from her the deepest reaches of her dignity and drown her mind in agonizing ecstasy!

She just couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t! The feelings were too intense, all of them! All together! Bombarding her mind, fogging all thought, an electric cascade of euphoria dancing across her brain. One tongue pushing down into the back of her gagging mouth while she screamed, another pushing down into the back of her twitching pussy and pounding on the front door to her womb. The two drakes concurrently feasting on her were both growling loudly as they each made a meal out of her two holes. They were aggressive, throaty, bestial growls. It sounded like two carnivorous beasts of prey grunting and huffing and snarling in competition with each other as they finally sank their teeth into an elusive catch from a coordinated hunt... and Flurry Heart was that hunt.

In a way, she truly did feel like she was being eaten, devoured, consumed. Trapped in the clutches of two massive monsters voraciously claiming her naked body as their shared prize. The frilly pink front that was her regality as princess having been totally torn away and cast aside, leaving both her body and mind wracked and helpless to the ravishing tongues of two savage drakes that had broken down everything she thought she was and replaced all of it with an unrelenting, mind-razing sexual fever. She laid limp and defeated in their clutches, helplessly enduring the double-teaming tongue-fuck.

In that moment, she wasn’t a princess of ponies anymore, she was a plaything of dragons. Every last inch of her beautiful body belonged to their hands, their mouths, their tongues. Oh fuck, those long, vicious, prehensile dragon tongues!

Flurry’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she cried out from her prison on cloud nine. “MMMMgkMMMMgkMMMMgkMMMMMgkMMMMgkMMmmgkmmmphgk!” the noise braided in lewd gags and muffled by the tongue burying itself to capacity inside her maw. She shrieked through excruciating pleasure one last time as a violent, full-body spasm rushed through her. She tensed up in the grip of the two drakes, and her pussy erupted in a squirting stream of juices, the arc of her liquid arousal splashing across Dandy’s face as he seesawed up and down into her opened legs. He shut his eyes as her ejaculate landed all over his muzzle, giving a throaty chortle of sick satisfaction, his pace not slowing at all. Her cum on his snout acted as nothing but further incentive for her violation to continue.

This was it. She had no more left. Nothing more for them to steal. The last of her energy gone, her spirit broken down and replaced with a tsunami of debased degradation that suffocated all thought, totally frying her mind, overloading it with the rush of her final peak. Flurry’s eyes drifted closed as a merciful blanket of darkness washed over her. The brutal release her body was enduring was too much for her to bear as her orgasm sapped all the remaining strength she had. Her ordeal had finally pushed her too far, leaving her too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

She went limp in their grasp as she blacked out, her frail body still being moved back and forth between Shade and Dandy as they continued railing their tongues into her, the hunger behind their double assault completely unphased by the fact she’d been knocked unconscious by her last climax.

Cotton’s mouth hung open, panting as he held the spyglass up to his eye with one hoof, and urgently stroking his equine cock with the other. Any restraint he had was gone, depraved lusts having taken the reins. He was in too deep, and he no longer cared. He wanted to see more.

The scene had devolved into the most salacious, unrestrained, contentious romp on Flurry’s body that he could have imagined... without them just straight-up fucking her, which they’d yet to do.

Were they going to fuck her? Would her assault ramp all the way up to penetrative rape? Cotton envisioned what that would look like. A large, pulsing erection not much different from his own pressing into her perfect royal pussy, her eyes staring in disbelief at the massive cock as its girth parted her pink lips, pushing eagerly upwards and slowly sliding all the way up inside her, sitting snug at the hilt in her tight, velvety folds before it started to-

“Ahh!” Cotton huffed, his member jumping in his hoof at the thought before it had fully formed. A fresh flow of precum streamed down from the tip of his shaft.

Technically, what he was seeing was penetrative rape... just not by the usual method. Though, given the outrageous length of a dragon’s tongue, it likely felt all the same to Flurry, especially with how hard they were going at her.

In fact... they were going a little too hard.

The yellow was standing upright, holding Flurry’s lower half upside-down by her hindlegs as his head wavered drastically up and down, obviously plunging his tongue into her pussy repeatedly, his back facing Cotton and blocking the view. The black had grabbed onto her head, keeping it aimed toward his as he jammed his own tongue into the back of her mouth. Her wings were pressed flat into his stomach from the awkward ‘J’ position the yellow had raised her into. Together, both of them had stolen every last ounce of her bodily agency as they each tongue-fucked their orifice of choice with a forcefulness that was entirely unnecessary.

The most alarming thing to Cotton in that moment was that Flurry was completely unmoving. She was putting up no fight what-so-ever anymore, her forehooves dangled limp at her sides. He couldn’t even see her face, thanks to the black drake who had seized her mouth for himself.

Their combined motions shifted her back and forth, sliding her around in the lap of the darker. Her striking pink lace fur—as ruffled and sodden as it had gotten—was a stark contrast to the bright yellow and jet black scales of the two dragons her body currently belonged to.

She didn’t look okay. That wasn’t her normal self to become a ragdoll like that. What had they done to her? Had she given up? Did they finally break her?

...Did he make the wrong choice sitting back and doing nothing?

The questions sped through Cotton’s mind as he watched on, his worry for her well-being gaining more and more of a foothold in his conscience with every second that passed watching her bent and slacking body getting ravenously spit-roasted by dragon tongue.

For a brief moment, Cotton felt legitimately unsure what he should do, his whole plan being brought back into question. Should he run down there?

Yes! Run down there, right now! Help her! Cotton’s better judgement screamed at him.

Look what they’re doing to her. You’re just watching! Watching all of it happen! She’s so beautiful, and they’re doing something so awful to her! Just look at what’s happening to her! No, stop looking! Get down there and make them stop! She’s not moving! It’s too much for her! Run down there and save her!

And yet... despite such hellacious moral outrage gnawing at the back of his mind, all Cotton did was lay there panting excitedly, looking through the spyglass and eagerly rubbing himself to her violation. The pleasure from his hoof had grown far too great by now for him to give it up.

He just couldn’t get over how hot it was to see Flurry Heart getting devoured like that. Her slim and graceful form—normally the peak of grandeur—draped feebly and immobile in the claws of pervert predators that had literally tongue-fucked all the fight out of her, rocking her naked body between the two of them.

He’d never get this image out of his head, and never wanted to either. A strong part of him wished he was the one down there, doing that to her.

What if he were doing that—french-kissing her deep and thorough, holding nothing back? What if he were the one tonguing the princess’s royal pussy to his heart’s content?

He pictured himself between her splayed thighs, holding her hips up to his face as he buried it into that wonderful flower. He wondered if she’d wrap her legs around his head and cum all over his muzzle, then go limp like that in his grasp as well.

Cotton closed his eyes as his peak drew near, his thoughts drifting to a raunchy self-insert with the girl of his dreams while his hoof glided eagerly along the throbbing length of his stallionhood.

I’d fuck her so hard... he thought.

Fuck her so hard she’ll never be nasty to me again. Give her an attitude adjustment she’ll never forget. Stuff that perfect little pussy full of my cock and pound her non-stop.

He dropped the spyglass and rolled onto his back, the purple flowers from his left saddlebag spilling out around his shoulder. He reached down and cradled his dripping phallus with both hooves, stroking it up and down as his imagination spiraled into degeneracy, wrangled by the filthy imagery in his head.

Kiss her on the mouth while I slam my cock meat into her soft little fuck-hole. Let’s see how much of a brat she is while I’m breeding her raw! Fuck her unconscious, then keep fucking her until she wakes up again. She’ll pass out around my cock and wake up around my cock!

“Huhhh! Ahh, fuck...” Cotton whispered, his well-established frustrations with the princess combined with his desperate need for release culminating in the intensely erotic daydream he’d lost himself in. His eyes clamped shut and his head tilted up in bliss as his dirty power fantasy ran wild, carrying his pleasure with it.

I’ll tie her to her own bed and fuck her in it all night long. Make her apologize for mouthing off to me while she takes my cock, then dump my cum inside her pretty pussy and make her thank me for it while I unload!

“Hoooh.... fffuuuhhck, Flurry!” he groaned aloud while the full extent of his lust for his royal crush was acted out in his mind with graphic detail.

He arched his back and thrusted his hips up into the air, his hooves stiffening around his shaft as his climax arrived. He held his member firmly as the first jet of ejaculate fired out from it, followed by several more ropes of white. “Haaaahhh, fuuuck!... Uuh! ... Uhhfff-uuuhck!” he moaned, stroking his erection a few more times, milking himself as best he could while his muscles locked up in ecstasy. Copious amounts of stallion cum erupted out from the tip of his flexing cock, the viscous substance of his release landing all across his stomach and into the grass beside him.

“Ohhh fuck, Flurry...” Cotton exhaled as his mind swirled aimlessly through paradise.

He’d let loose plenty of times before, cumming to the thought of Princess Flurry Heart naked and needy before him, but it had never taken even half this long for him to reach his climax. Usually, he’d blow his load in less than twenty minutes, not two hours that were accompanied by a steady incline of sexually explicit visual aid. Cotton had been pent up in more ways than one. His tireless lust for her perfect body, long-time infatuation with her regal stature, and internalized frustrations with her grating attitude all came rising out of him in an explosive, cathartic release of hectic pleasure that had been so built-up inside, it had knocked him flat on his back.

He thrusted his hips up into the air a few more times, envisioning himself slamming his hips into Flurry in a mating-press position and bottoming his cock out inside her convulsing love-tunnel, kissing her on the mouth right as he flooded her womb at the height of his fantasy. His hooves stroked abruptly along his shaft, pulling the final few spurts of ejaculate out. The finishing shots of cum landed on his abdomen, joining the rest of the sticky white mess strewn out there.

Cotton gave a sigh of deep satisfaction. His rump fell back to the ground as the last remnants of pleasure ebbed away and were replaced with a soothing warmth. He brought a hoof up to rest on his chest as he panted, the other still wrapped around his spent and twitching member while he lay face up in a stunned repose.

His heavy breathing slowly waned back to normal. He felt like he could fall asleep at any moment, a state of post-orgasm lethargy having washed over him, relaxing his whole body. He’d never cum so hard in his life.

Cotton’s face twitched as a droplet of rainfall landed on his forehead, pulling him out of his afterglow. The sound of faint thunder rolled in the distance. His eyes lazily drifted open into a half-lidded gaze, taking in the storm clouds he found himself staring up at. Another drop of water landed on his cheek, causing him to flinch.

Where’d a storm come from? he mused, turning his head toward where the angry purple cover had encroached from, blanketing the left half of the sky and far off into the horizon.

It was blue skies when we arrived at the- Cotton’s eyes shot open in realization, his true surroundings crashing back into the forefront of his mind.

He hadn’t been watching!

He shot up off his back and looked toward the carriage, relieved that it was still there, but the figures around it had definitely moved. He reached around in a panic, sweeping through the tall grass as he fumbled for the spyglass that he’d dropped just before his climax.

His hoof bumped against the metal of the instrument. He fumbled it into his grasp and frantically brought it back up to his eye, aiming it to the scene down at the end of the field.

The black dragon had Flurry hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, she was clearly unconscious. He was speaking with the red dragon who was leaning against the carriage and holding a sparkling gem between his claws. The whole exterior of the coach had been plucked of all its precious stones, likely by the crimson drake while the yellow and black had been busy sharing Flurry. The yellow was standing idly at the carriage breechings in the front. The trunk they’d used as a seat to molest Flurry on had been placed back in the boot, and the metal device they’d used to block her magic was already gone and packed up.

The crimson dragon opened the side door of the carriage and gave an ‘after you’ gesture to the black, who slid Flurry’s limp body from his shoulder down to his chest, ducked his head, and stepped inside the open coach with the lifeless mare held in his arms. The red drake closed the door for them and walked around to the front of the carriage, joining the yellow.

“Shit. Shit!” Cotton cursed. They were going to abduct her. Her ordeal was far from over, but at least she had hope of a swift rescue—whether she realized it or not.

The red and yellow each gripped the two wooden tongues that extended out from the front of the carriage, lifting them up onto their shoulders and heaving the vehicle forward as the wheels began to roll. They started the coach into motion and began pulling it back into the woods... but not in the direction Cotton had brought it from.

Shit, fuck! Okay, uhhh, okay! Cotton scrambled to analyze his surroundings. In all the time he’d had, he’d never actually figured out which direction was which, and the carriage was about to disappear behind the dense woods of the forest.

The sun rose over there, that means it’ll set over there, that mean’s that’s west, and if that’s west then they’re heading...

“South-south-west... that’s... oh shit!” he cursed. They were taking the carriage directly toward the stormfront. If it wasn’t a brief shower that blew off before nightfall, that could seriously impede Flurry’s rescue! “Okay! Alright! South-south-west!” he repeated, confirming the key detail of his new directive.

Cotton stayed low and prone, waiting for the carriage to fully disappear into the cluster of endless tree trunks before standing all the way up and out of concealment from the tall grass. He didn’t want to risk blowing his cover at the very, very last second. He still had no clue exactly how good a dragon’s eyesight was, and didn’t want to push his luck if they were on high alert to ensure they weren’t being followed. The delay also doubled as precious time to let the blood-flow in his erection die down on its own, allowing him to place his member comfortably back in his trousers. Running at full-speed while at full-mast would be awkward and difficult, to say the least.

He quietly cursed himself for the mess he’d made all over his clothes. He would just have to deal with that, and maybe think up a quick lie on his way back in case anyone asked about dried splotches all over his servant outfit upon his arrival.

As soon as the carriage was totally out of view, he bolted out from his hiding spot, sprinting down the hill he’d been perched on for so long now, leaving the saddlebag, book, spyglass, and ‘peasant’s purple’ flowers all behind. The sprinkle from the sky grew into a heavier downpour, and another roll of thunder shattered off in the distance.

“South-south-west. Hold on, Flurry! South-south-west!” he repeated aloud to no one.

He flew past where the carriage had been parked in the shallow greens of the field’s edge and jumped onto what he could still see of the beaten path he’d pulled her coach along earlier in the day. Shifting into a steady gallop, he followed it back into the forest, kicking up a small dust trail behind him.

Cotton ran through the woods as fast as he could, the exact way he and Flurry had come. He knew he should conserve his energy. He might be an Earth pony, but it was a long way back, and he was sure he’d get winded well before the halfway point if he kept at this speed.

But still he ran. Now that his mind was clearer and a sense of urgency weighed heavy on his shoulders, he couldn’t bear the thought of Flurry being trapped in that passenger cabin with that massive, ebony drake any longer than absolutely necessary.

The black dragon wouldn’t keep tormenting her in the carriage, would he? No. Surely not! Not after all the things he’d just gotten done doing to her, and her being out cold. That big lizard bastard had every reason to leave her alone—at least for now—right?

But what if he liked her being unconscious? What if he enjoyed the idea of using her sleeping body when she couldn’t squirm or protest?

Cotton ran even faster at the thought. To tartarus with conserving stamina! He had to get her out of there as soon as possible! For all he knew, the black drake was still violating her right now!

Will he fuck her in there? he caught himself asking for the umpteenth time. A pang of frustration nipped at the back of his mind as he realized he wouldn’t get to see it happen. After all the things he had gotten to see, waiting so patiently and wondering so many times if he was finally going to witness the unforgettable sight of Flurry Heart taking a cock raw and to the hilt, the idea of him missing the main course peeved him to no end. The depraved side of him wanted so badly to see what else would be done to her in there!

Princess Flurry Heart the Flawless, wearing not a single article of clothing, trapped in the confines of her own carriage with a big, brutish, male dragon who had just taken profound satisfaction in breaking her spirit with nothing but pleasure alone. Who was he kidding? That scaled thug was probably all over her unconscious form from the moment that carriage door closed with the two together inside. Kissing her, touching her, holding her tightly and snuggling himself up against her. Laying her naked body in any pose he preferred. Playing with her anywhere and everywhere he wanted with nothing and nobody to impede his molesting touch. He might even already be naked with her, rubbing his stiff dragon cock all over her soft fur, likely smearing her beautiful, sleeping face with his pre-cum.

Given the size of that ebony drake in there with her, there’d be so little room to maneuver that even if she woke up, she’d have no way to escape anything he’d want to do to her. Cotton knew how comfy the interior of the carriage was, and it didn’t take a genius sleuth to surmise that a horny male plus a naked princess sharing an extremely comfortable and luxurious lounging space together would surely result in many a licentious desire sparking to life... whether both parties consented or not. He could see her entire assault starting over from square one inside of that coach. In fact, the very first thing Flurry might feel the moment she comes to could be the sensation of a dragon cock railing itself into her pink pussy, already having established a ravenous tempo to spear into her violated depths for who knows how long prior to her finally waking up! Her eyes would go wide as saucers as she’d look down to take in the black-scaled hands tightly gripping her hips as the big drake all-too-eagerly plowed his breeding rod into her, moaning triumphantly as he sinks himself all the way in and lets loose jettisons of cum, filling up The Crystal Princess in a way she'd never be able to forget as she’d frantically shake her head no while watching in horror at every single twitching flex of that girth nestled up inside her forbidden fuckhole, feeling the results of each one as shot after shot of thick, viscous semen actively flooded her womb in real time.

Blood began flowing back to Cotton’s member mid-gallop, his motivations to run faster having converted into more vivid perversions through force of habit, and he did not have time for that right now.

Stop it! Fucking stop! Focus! he shunned himself internally, beating the imagery back down now that his conscience had free reign once more.

He ran for all he was worth. The palace was only about two hours away if he could maintain this pace the entire time—something he was seriously doubting he could do, but dedicated to trying none-the-less.

“South-south-west! South-south-west!” he huffed through heavy panting.

The skies above grew more hostile every few minutes. Slashes of lightning pierced through the darkening cover and lit up his surroundings, followed by loud cracks of thunder echoing out overhead. Angry storm clouds blanketed more and more of the sky with every passing minute, the showering downpour gaining intensity, gradually transitioning into sheets of heavy rainfall and gusting wind, soaking Cotton from head to tail as he blazed down the road. This storm looked here to stay, and would no-doubt spell disaster for the rescue party.

Well... at least his clothes were getting a solid wash, and he wouldn’t have to explain why there was dried cum all over his belly anymore, so there was that.

When your childhood crush gets abducted by dragons who're going to take turns gang-raping her for hours on end, it’s important to remember to look on the bright side.

Author's Note

Continued in The Royal Brat's Reality Check 2: Trapped In The Storm

Only the Finest of Hues, Pt. 4

Shade held Flurry close in his grip, his hand still clenched around her throat while she moaned and bucked and contorted in his lap. He nuzzled his nose under her chin affectionately, keeping his eyes down at her pussy as she gushed onto his hand. “Ohhh, you’re so fuckin’ cute when you cum, sweetie,” he whispered lovingly, his tongue falling out of his mouth and running lazily up the fur of her neck.

Flurry had only just now begun to slide down from the outrageous high of her orgasm as it teetered slowly into a heavy afterglow of sizzled debilitation and undiluted shame. It took her a few moments to even process what Shade had said. She sleepily glanced down at the hand between her legs with a tired-but-horrified look on her face.

It was dripping. Absolutely drenched in her juices.

He released his pinch and slowly withdrew his soaking fingers from her depths. A full-body shiver ran through her as she felt the pressure on her G-spot finally release. She watched as that scaled digit slowly slipped out of her, causing a strange sensation of emptiness from how hard she’d been clenching down on it during her orgasm. He kissed her sweetly on her cheek, both his eyes as well as Flurry's looking down at her flooded crotch as he used two fingers to part her pussy once more.

“Oh, fuck!” came a soft whisper from the end of her left leg.

Her head shot right up to face Krim, and then to Dandy. Her expression jumping to a mix of worry and surprise. She’d only just now remembered they’d both been there the whole time, watching everything. An immense wave of searing humiliation visibly washed over her features as she eyed the two of them, realizing what they were staring at.

Both of them looked totally enthralled as they gazed into the exposed pink of her now sopping-wet petals that Shade was showing off to them. It was obvious he was holding her flower open to boast his fresh conquest over her body to his companions, who both looked the part of hungry animals sizing up a future meal. That sight itself was more than enough to scare Flurry back to all her senses as her sanity began to properly re-stabilize from the mind-numbing climax she’d been forced through.

Flurry had never felt such a burning shame like this in her life. She’d failed. She’d cum for them, and she’d cum hard. She’d ground her hips into Shade’s hand and squirted all over it. She’d moaned and screamed and thrashed in passionate need like a lust-ridden broodmare in a brothel, and all three of them had seen every moment of it; of what the Crystal Princess looked like when she was completely overtaken by base sexual urges. The undeniable aftermath of her orgasm was plain to see with the abundant wetness coating her upper thighs and most of Shade’s right hand.

Somehow, having her pussy held open now after she’d just cum harder than ever before was ten times worse than when he’d splayed her open down there earlier. After such an intimate and wild sexual display like the one she’d just put on for Krim and Dandy to gawk at—letting them see every second of her having her world absolutely rocked—it made her feel a sense of debauched timidity she’d never known.

They watched me cum! They watched every second while I came! Flurry thought to herself, feeling hopelessly defeated in only the way a beautiful princess could. She wanted so badly to block their view, to deny them the sight of her soppy pussy being spread open by Shade’s fingers; to try and hide her shame after flailing and convulsing in his lap in the throes of ecstasy. She tried weakly to pull her forelegs out from behind Shade’s biceps, desperate to cover herself, but it was no use. For once in her life, she felt truly bested, her ego shattered to pieces along with her last bit of dignity.

“P-Please... don’t look...” she mewled innocently. It was the only thing she could think to say. Her only option left was to plead. Her thighs trembled in Krim and Dandy’s grasp, small residual quivers of embarrassment and exhaustion rippling through her lower half, still trying to physically recover from what these dragon boys had just made her body go through.

“Awww, poor thing, don’t be shy. You look fuckin’ gorgeous!” said Dandy, sliding his palm up her leg and grabbing a handful of her inner thigh, squeezing it possessively. He spoke in a tone Flurry couldn’t distinguish between honest reassurance or mock-compliment.

“Little late to tell us to look away, don’tchya think, honey?” said Krim with a sly grin in what was definitely biting sarcasm. “I mean fuck,” he reached forward and slipped his index claw inside of her splayed and sodden pussy, earning a breathy “Aahh!” from Flurry. He wiggled it around and pulled it back out, a small string of her juices trailing with it as he brought it up to his muzzle. “Look what a hot mess you made!” Krim said and licked the sweet nectar off of his coated digit, his long, prehensile tongue coiling around his own claw and collecting every drop.

Flurry watched that tongue slither from his mouth and expertly clean his finger of her wetness. Another little shiver ran down her back. She couldn’t help herself anymore. Thoughts about that tongue jumped into her head, terrifying her of what else he would be able to do with it.

Shade felt her tremble, and knew exactly what she was thinking while she eyeballed Krim sampling the sweetness of her lewd riches.

“Good idea,” said Shade, his fingers releasing the spread of her folds. He reached down and took hold of the leg Krim had been securing, keeping it out of the way. “Do her a courtesy, Krim. Clean up her little mess for her!” he chuckled.

Flurry’s eyes went wide at his words. He’d picked up on her internal worry, and was going to make her endure it coming to life.

“No, no, no! Please, no. I can’t. I’m too-... please!” she pleaded. Her nethers had just been through the wringer. A deep sense of apprehension rose up in her chest at the thought of having to go through that a second time in a row.

“Shhhhhh,” Shade clamped a hand around her muzzle to silence her. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Krim knows how to treat a lovely lady like you. He’s a gentledrake. Isn’t that right, Krim?”

“Damn right,” said Krim arrogantly, moving in between Flurry’s thighs and kneeling down to level his maw with her dripping hole. He ran his index finger from the bottom of her slit up to the top of her clitoral hood and back down, dragging the sensitive flesh of her pussy lips with it. “Only the absolute best for royalty!” he said smugly, pinching her clit and giving it a few gentle tugs.

Flurry gave a muffled squeal into her closed maw as she felt Krim begin toying with her delicate nub and fondling her labia. Her pleading eyes looked down at his crimson-scaled face, a wicked grin plastered on it as he glanced up to meet her gaze, winking coyly at her. “Nnnnnuuuu-oooooohhh!” came a smothered cry turned open-mouth plea from her as Shade took his hand off of her maw and lowered it down to press into her furry bosom, pushing her back into him and bracing her small frame against his towering, scalie bulk.

Krim used two thumbs at each side of her vulva to pull her pussy lips open. “Ohhhhh yeeeesss” he rumbled back to her, loving the intimate close-up view of her pretty pink insides. His tongue slipped from his maw to wet his lips as he took in her sight and scent. He glided each of his thumbs along each half of her labia as he held her open, one thumb rubbing up, and the other down in opposite directions, enjoying the malleability of her soft little princess petals under his teasing touch.

Flurry realized he was going to go slow and play with her just like Shade had. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side, letting off a quivering sigh as she somberly accepted that she wasn’t going anywhere, and would have to push through even more pleasure at the hands of these ruthless, thieving monsters.

She felt a scaled nose press up against her own, reminding her of where she was seated, and that she’d turned her head to face Shade’s without realizing. She defiantly twisted away from him, keeping her eyes shut and letting off a quiet, helpless whimper of protest.

Shade ran his palm up and down the long length of her equine neck, like he was trying to soothe her. “Fuck, you’re so adorable, Flurry Heart,” he said in a low, growling tone that emanated from the back of his throat; something only the chords of a dragon could do.

That was the first time he’d used her name since her assault began... and the way he said it in that deep, rumbling tone of power and control...

Flurry’s eyes drifted open and she slowly turned her head back to him, her lethargic gaze meeting his. She gave a passive sigh as she felt his hand running all along the front of her neck like he was petting her... like she was his pet.

There was a stern dominance in his brilliant blue eyes. Flurry couldn’t help but bask in the now overwhelming feeling of loss of control. It put her in the most bizarre, erotic state of ease she couldn’t explain. She caught herself taking in his features in earnest. He was so overpowering; so huge! His imposing stature, broad load-bearing shoulders, sexy jawline, hypnotic, oppressive gaze, guttural and erotic vocals, muscly forearms...

...And those big scaled hands...

Why did she love feeling them grabbing at her so much? She hadn’t felt it when Krim or Dandy grabbed at her—at least... not nearly to the same degree. Everything below her hips had since become jelly from the amazing orgasm that’d ravaged her rationality, but that hardly hampered the taboo exhilaration taking root in her chest as he held her left hindleg in one of those strong hands, his palm and fingers squishing into the sensitive flesh of her upper thigh as he cradled it in his firm grasp while his other hand stroked lovingly along her neck. Dammit, how could she let herself love being grabbed and held and caressed and petted so much!?

His hand glided sensually over her short fur, ruffling it in his fingers as he coddled her in his grip. He could squeeze down at any moment and close her airway if he wanted to, but instead, that powerful hand just massaged its way up and down the equine length of her throat. She gave a relaxed huff of breath as she looked into his eyes, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body. The stimulations of his pacifying touch made quick work of the tension in her muscles, easing her back under his masculine thrall.

Shade could see the look in her eyes, and read her like a book. She was spellbound by him as he held her, and she was putting forth zero effort to hide it. He leaned in toward her—her eyes trapped inside his—and pressed his lips deeply into hers. She put up no resistance, rather, moaning longingly into the kiss, much to Shade’s delight.

He had her now, every last bit of her. Both her body and her will were submitting, and he was getting drunk off it all. A prestigious pony princess—deeply beloved and widely renowned—was naked and submissive in his arms, not just allowing him to kiss her on the mouth, but moaning eagerly for more. Shade gave a soft growling moan of his own into the kiss before breaking it.

Flurry came out of the lip lock with a deep, needy gasp, a string of shared saliva stretching out and breaking between their parting lips. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. There had been so much more of him in that kiss than any prior. The fact that she was being slowly and gently raped was sinking further back into the recesses of her mind as sensation overwhelmed her. She tried desperately to reorder her thoughts, caught in a daze of bliss that Shade took immense pleasure out of keeping her trapped in for as long as possible.

Krim put his hands on the inside of her upper thighs, pushing them a little wider open to ensure he had full access to her quivering pussy. He leaned forward and placed a lewd, full-mouth kiss over her entire vulva, sucking the outer petals of her pussy into his hungry, impatient maw. He reared his head back, pulling the pink labia trapped in his lips out with him before releasing the suction with a loud, resounding smack of his mouth... then immediately leaning back in for more.

Flurry’s eyes jolted open in another gasp. She looked down to Krim’s mug buried between her open legs, taken by surprise with his forwardness. Then again, it made sense. He’d just watched Shade have all the fun, and now it was his turn. Nevertheless, she just couldn’t handle that much that soon after what her body had just been through.

Flurry tried to lift herself up and backward in Shade’s lap, doing her best to scooch away from Krim’s demanding mouth pushing forcefully inward and encompassing her bared and tender pussy. She managed to pull her forelegs free enough to get some leverage, lifting her ass up a couple inches, but Shade was having none of that. He took his hand off her neck and wrapped it around her midsection, trapping her forelegs at her sides to keep her exactly where she was, making sure she had no escape from whatever explicit, filthy things Krim was about to do to her defenseless royal snatch.

Krim opened his maw and let the full extent of his lengthy, draconic tongue fall out and drape down over his chin. He leaned forward and gave Flurry’s slit a long, slow, tugging lick from bottom to top. “Lluaaaahh!” he moaned as he snaked the full length of that slick, reptilian muscle in and then up through the dip of her folds, dragging her clit up with it as it reached the peak of her nethers. “Aahh, fuck... royal pussy is so fuckin’ sweet,” said Krim as he pulled his head back and admired the luscious pink fruit he’d just sampled, her nectar caught on the tip of his muzzle.

Flurry watched him licking his lips to collect her sweetness. She felt a wave of scalding embarrassment rush over her that made her want to go hide under a rock, the smack of his lips loudly emphasizing just how incredibly wet she was.

“Pleaaaase... Plee-hease!” whimpered Flurry. His lick had felt so different, nothing like what she’d ever felt down there before. A creeping sense of dread rose into the back of her mind; she worried he would be worse—or rather, better—than Shade’s fingers were.

Krim paused, just staring at her soft, lush folds, taking in the sight of a lifetime. He basked in the most forbidden and delicious beauty that the whole of Equestria could ever possibly provide: The Crystal Princess' perfect pink pussy, up close and personal in all its glory.

His eyes lifted up to her flush and frazzled face. She was so cute as she looked down at him with that drowsy, worried, breathless expression. There was a look in her eyes that seemed almost eager as she watched him intently, waiting on his next defiling action. He peered back down to her sopping pink slit—presented so fully to him. His hungry gaze roved over every last detail of that savory little flower, doing his best to take a mental picture of what young regal pussy looked like three inches from his face. He gave her inner thighs a strong squeeze in his hands, his claws spreading out and flexing down into the supple flesh, eliciting a shy squeak from her.

The delay from him had Flurry’s breath caught in her throat, the anxiety killing her as she watched his concentrated stare right on her vulva. She gave a whiny pule of tepid protest, then felt him use a thumb to pull at one side of her labia, rubbing it sensuously under his claw. He let out a quiet growl of delight as he gazed at the hint of pink peaking out from behind the curtain that molded under his touch. His other thumb quickly followed suit, pulling open the other side. He rubbed each individual petal of her puffy lips in opposite little circles with each of his thumbs, rolling the mouth of her kitty open, then coming around and mushing it closed over and over in a teasing, lecherous massage. She bit her lower lip in response, his pervy fondling of her naked folds doing nothing but drawing out the shameful heat of arousal in her belly, keeping her heavy blush alive and well. She caught herself wishing he’d stop taking his time to appreciate her pussy like that and just dive in already.

Krim eased his head forward and placed his lips squarely over her clit, giving it a gentle, nibbling kiss, moaning into her mound as he did.

“HAaa-aauuhh!” cried Flurry. Her eyes followed his maw as it made contact, wrapping his lips around her overly-sensitive nub, feeling every little movement of his mouth.

Krim pulled his head back, eyeing the precious little love button he’d just kissed. “Hhoooh yes,” he whispered, leaning back in for another, suckling the delicate pink bud into his mouth and slathering it with his tongue, then pulling back again. “Yeeesss,” he moaned lustily. Flurry winced and threw her head up, another cry of pleasure escaping her.

He slipped his middle finger into the depths of her abused pussy and twirled it around exploratively, then slowly began sliding his claw in and out of her. “Ohhh, cute little prissy slut!” rumbled Krim as he admired the sight of himself audaciously fingering the royal daughter, feeding her hot pink hole the length of his claw as he pushed it in and out of her repeatedly.

Flurry tensed up at the intrusion, her intimate confines instinctively clenching down on the invading digit. A pleasured, feminine whimper hummed its way through sealed lips as she felt her pretty pussy being prodded into yet again.

Krim tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, leaned back in towards her clit, and started giving it numerous, lascivious little licks while his middle claw repeatedly darted into her receptive sex just below his tongue. “So fucking cute! Nnnlllluuuahh,” said Krim, emitting a needlessly lewd noise from his open mouth to punctuate the particularly firm lick as he heaved his whole tongue sloooowly over her clitoral hood.

“Aaah! Haaah! Pl-aaah! Pleaasse!” Flurry mewled pathetically, her face wincing in unwanted delectation. She was already feeling it. It was already getting to be too much, and he was only getting started! She held the air in her lungs for several seconds with each gasping breath she took in response to the dragon tongue rapidly flicking across her pink pearl.

Perhaps trying to fight it all this time was the wrong move. She was considerably more sensitive down there now after how long Shade’s fingering of her had gone on. Her desperate cling to defiance from earlier had inadvertently resulted in Flurry edging herself on Shade’s fingers, which is what had made her initial orgasm so intense. Now, her pussy was tender and hyper-receptive... and these brutes just wouldn’t stop playing with it. Flurry couldn’t catch a single break.

“Uuuh, yeeuuh, yeeauh, lllluuah!” came even more greedy, hungry noises from Krim, pervertedly grunting out his enjoyment into each ravenous lick that he dragged over her clit. His claw slid in and out of her juicy folds, making an audible shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk as he impatiently finger-fucked the wet and helpless hole.

Hearing such degenerate delight in his every exhale as he basted her clit combined with the feel of his hot, panting breath on her nethers sent a tingling shiver down her spine... but not for the reason she was hoping.

Damn those sounds he was making! Listening to him practically growl into his licks as his tongue dashed rapidly across her assaulted little bead made Flurry feel more indignified—but also more desired—than she had ever felt before.

She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but hearing how much a barbarous thug like him loved what he was doing to a pretty girl like her gave her a powerful sense of embellishment. The sounds of those passionate, breathy vocalizations he just couldn’t hold back as he pressed his face into her forbidden pussy, for some reason, made her feel so beautiful; made her feel so... feminine.

She was enjoying feeling helpless again. She knew this feeling was wrong and foul and scandalous and detestable and... just downright disgraceful to her entire heritage... but as she felt that scaled claw loudly fucking in and out of her tight, sopping pussy, and that long reptilian tongue treating her bared clit like a highly addictive lollipop... nothing else mattered. All the sensations that her mind had been pounded with had clouded her thoughts and downgraded her sensibilities.

She couldn’t fight it. She was out of strength for that. A lustful groan assaulted her ears alongside every single electric lick grazing over her nub, telling her through actions rather than words that she was resplendent beyond compare. That claw-and-tongue combo further desecrating her pink and tender peach with hardly any downtime from her last climax was way more than enough to start rolling her right back over that same edge at breakneck speed.

Flurry couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight of his lashing tongue. He had such an impertinent, boyish smirk on his face as he went at her, looking so nastily gratified and full of himself while rapidly licking along the twitching hood of her clit. His eyes closed, his snout wrinkled into a snarl, his upper lip pulled back to show the top row of his teeth and gums, that subtle upward curve at the corners of his mouth that was a clear and indulgent smile visible even through that vicious looking visage as he lost himself in the crux of her scent and flavor. She could see it plainly in his face that he loved what he was doing, loved who he was doing it to, loved that she could only watch him doing it, loved how much pleasure he knew he was making her feel. His grizzled, haughty expression, antsy, relentless claw-fucking, impudent huffs of glee... all of it came together in a way that was so taboo. He was both needy but adoring of her body in the way that he sampled it, taking such profound satisfaction out of exploiting the inner-most layer of her majesty. She could hear in the way he panted through his licking just how rare an opportunity this was to him; how perfect and delicious her naked flesh was.

What the fuck was wrong with her!? Why did she love that? It was the most twisted-but-poignant flattery she’d ever received—and certainly that she’d ever felt—in her whole life! He lavished her clit at a rapid pace, as though he was pressed for time and would never get to do something this raunchy to someone so desirable ever again. His licks had force behind them, like that of a thoughtless beast with a one-track mind, thirsty for the taste of royal pussy, and desperate to apply its flavor to his tongue as directly as possible. He was going at her like he just couldn’t get enough, no matter what he did, and nothing else in the world mattered to him as long as there was a gorgeous princess’s pink little clit planted firmly under his ravaging tongue. It made her feel priceless, cherished, treasured and... so fucking good!

She tensed up, tilted her chin down toward her chest and let out a loud moan, her ears flattening as she pushed her hips into Krim’s tonguing and fingering, cumming with a violent shudder that wracked her lithe frame. Her thighs trembled like mad, quivering in Shade and Dandy’s grip, causing both drakes to squeeze down appreciatively on the soft, pliable flesh of the leg they were restraining.

Shade planted a gentle play-bite on the side of her neck, a rumbling of delight rising from his throat and bellowing out through his closed teeth. He adored the feeling of her whole body shaking and shuddering so thoroughly while sitting on top of him like that.

Krim pulled his head back, his tongue falling away from her clit, only to be immediately replaced by the thumb of his other hand, pressing into and rubbing at her spasming nub to keep her stimulated through her orgasm as his middle claw continued to thrust into her.

Flurry’s maw gaped open in a silent scream, followed by a loud, shrieking “AAaaaaauuuhhhuuffffUUUuuhhck!” as she involuntarily bucked into his hands, his thumbing of her clit keeping her at her peak just a little longer before her climax started to subside.

“Yeaaaah, you like that, darling? Mmmm, what a sweet girl you are, cumming so easy for me,” Krim taunted, his face right beside her clenching pussy, watching his finger dipping in and out of it as she gradually slid down from her second high in a row.

Flurry’s muscles relaxed as she drooped back into Shade’s arms, the walls of her pussy releasing their grip on Krim’s finger. Her pants were vocal, mixed with little pules of defeat in each breath. She opened her eyes weakly as she felt Krim slide his soaked finger out from her depths.

Krim took the wet claw into his maw. “Nnnnnhh,” he moaned, licking it of the juices that coated it. “You’ve got such a delicious flavor, sweetheart!” his eyes rose up to meet hers. “You ever had this pretty pussy eaten by a dragon before?” he said with a conniving smirk.

Flurry blushed hard at the direct question. She’d never admit it in a million years to anyone, but one of the few dirty fantasies she’d ever had involved being kissed in... unorthodox places. As much of a straight-necked no-nonsense girl as she tried to be, she’d secretly always had a soft, vulnerable spot for the idea of a boy whose typical etiquette of greeting kisses ended up going places far beyond just the top of her hoof. That was the main reason she’d succumbed to his tongue so much faster than Shade’s fingers. He’d been dancing around and dipping into her deepest fetish this whole time without even realizing it, and now he was threatening to go all in.

“Please... don’t... I-... I need a rest... please!” she pleaded, knowing exactly how incapable she was of controlling herself if he put his mouth back over her folds, especially right after she’d just cum for a second time. Her pussy was now doubly sensitive to the touch. Enduring oral from a dragon would be overwhelmingly stimulating right now as opposed to any other time earlier, and she knew that all too well. “Pleeease!” she whimpered pitifully.

“Who am I kiddin’?” Krim chided, spreading her nethers open again with his thumbs. “You’ve never been eaten at all. Lemme show you what you’ve been missin’, darling!”

“Please, please! No! No, no, nonononono noooo-OOoohhh AaaaAAAaahhh!” Flurry begged as she watched him open his mouth wide and slowly lean his head in towards her slit, sealing his mouth down over her entire mons.

Krim captured her whole crotch in his hungry, gaping maw, racing his tongue all over the outer labia trapped behind the encompassing suction of his predatory chops. He immediately moaned into her pussy, closing his eyes and cocking his head to the left, then the right, pressing his face firmly in between her spread thighs and taking a hefty bite out of her remaining sanity.

Hoooh, fuck! Is he fucking serious!? Flurry thought in disbelief. She’d already cum for him, and he still wasn’t satisfied; still hadn’t had his fill of what her body had to offer—or rather, what it had to steal. While her second orgasm hadn’t been as prolonged as the one before it, it’d still been plenty obscene. He’d just had the royal daughter bucking into his claws and moaning whorishly for him, but that apparently wasn’t enough.

Flurry watched him ravenously feasting on her pussy. His lips enveloped her mound with how much of his mouth he was using, her groin totally engulfed as it was helplessly bathed by the dragon tongue dancing all over it inside his maw. Her face contorted back and forth between wide, shocked eyes, and squinting, scrunched expressions of pleasure.

Her hindlegs again tried to clamp shut in an instinctive attempt to protect her marehood from the intimate assault, but the two vice-like grips separately holding them apart kept her locked in place. She couldn’t budge an inch. Her only option was to lay there spread-eagled and watch every second of it just... happen to her.

Krim raised his mouth up off her pelvis and looked down at her sex with lustful eyes. He smirked as he saw it twitch up at him, the pink lips convulsing in one little flex, then another—her body unable to hide its excitement from what he was doing to it.

A faint rumble emanated from his throat as his eyes glazed over the contours of her perfect little pulsing pussy. He squeezed her thighs in his hands and leaned back in, puckering his lips and giving a soft, targeted smooch right down on her sensitive little bead with a mocking gentleness. “Mmmmmm-twa. Your Highness,” he teased, exaggerating the sound of his dirty clit-kiss and pretending as though it was a run-of-the-mill greeting to royalty. It was a delicate touch of lip that impersonated a show of respect.

A modest kiss that acknowledged her majesty was something Flurry had received countless times before, but where he’d kissed was anything but modest! It was the most erotic insult to her nobility that she could imagine; getting kissed on her exposed clit the same exact way she would on the top of her hoof... but she was exhausted, her mind spiraling into a bog of unwelcome hedonism with no inhibitions in sight. The insult slid right off, but the eroticism of it stuck like glue. It wasn’t just that it felt good, but that it was a kiss planted somewhere kisses shouldn’t ever be that was so incredibly exhilarating to her. It was like he was in her head and knew about her racy, taboo fantasy of a boys lips roaming to places on her body that she—as a princess—should never allow.

Krim leaned back in and planted another kiss over her clit, but in a way that was less insulting and more insistent, as though there was something about kissing right there in particular that he’d just now realized he really enjoyed. Then he gave it another kiss, then another, and another, and another. Suddenly, there was an onslaught of wet, smacking kissing sounds coming from between Flurry’s legs, and she stared down at the source of it with a dumbfounded look stuck on her face, unable to avert her gaze. A quivering exhale huffed out of her lungs in sync with every single kiss he gave, the view and accompanied sensations of someone’s mouth—but especially a dragon’s—doing that to her privates was putting her body under a spell of coercive depravity that her breathing couldn’t help but submit to.

His lips crashed down on her clit over and over, bombarding it with sweetly incessant kisses that came in rapid succession, a rising urgency present with each one he planted. The pressure behind his lips repeatedly wrapping over the pink bud got stronger and stronger as he ravished it with thirsty desire, yanking a sharp spike of euphoria up out of her with every individual, suckling embrace, tenderizing the little bead into a state of further sensitivity.

Flurry bit her lower lip and moaned through it, watching in submissive awe as he repeatedly went down on her. She had no clue how to react, so instead remained totally still, not wanting it to stop or slow down; not wanting to impede him in any way. She voluntarily opened her legs a tiny bit wider and pushed her hips toward the feverish barrage of kisses. She was equal parts petrified and captivated by what he was doing to her. This grim, scary, mean-looking reptile whose maw was riddled with carnivorous teeth was being so selfless and fragile with his captive pony princess. The generous and dutiful treatment from him was in direct opposition to how dangerous he looked while he kept her pleasure the top priority of his rapacious assault on her marehood.

This was it! This was her fetish! He was a stranger. An outsider, foreign to all things regal and refined, and he was using his lips to show appreciation expressly for her body, instead of her eminence. He was kissing her where he shouldn’t be, over and over and over! She was a princess, prestigious and pristine, and he was just an unimportant commoner, yet he was kissing her pussy... Hers! An absolute nobody had his mouth on her royal flower, hopelessly enraptured by her sexual beauty. His class totally juxtaposed hers, he was so far below her league; her stature so much higher than his own, but that single-minded mouth proved he didn’t care. He just wanted to press his lips into a princess’s privates and make her feel adored in a way no one would ever be allowed to do, disregarding any traditions of decency or restraint as he arrogantly took what he wanted without asking, instead of wasting time trying to win her affections and earning it. He concentrated those suckling lips on the most sensitive part of her pussy, a spot meant exclusively for wonderful pleasure, showing no care as to whether or not he had her permission, and instead just going straight down to the most profoundly intimate part of a princess—the part he wanted most—and closing his lips over it like it belonged to him, kissing it and kissing it and kissing it. His demeanor was so calm and unwavering; so casual and direct as he went about it, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to just suddenly duck down, spread your princess’s legs and suck on her naked clit without saying a word, like all you were doing was bowing or shaking her hoof! All of it was so unbelievably scandalous!

The sight of his head dipping down to her crotch again and again. The feel of his lips repeatedly encapsulating her love button. The sloppy, wet kissing noises coming from his working mouth. Even the mere idea of a boy kissing her just like this and exactly right there! Every ingredient of her current position was profoundly erotic to Flurry. The ordeal she was witnessing happen to her live and in person played heavily into her closeted, naughty desires that she wasn’t supposed to have. A perverted boy happily taste-testing her pretty pink pussy just because he wanted to was enflaming a deeply-rooted depravity within her. A depravity kept dormant and suppressed by the public pedestal of perfection she’d lived atop her whole life. It was carving right through any masquerade of reluctance she had like a heated knife through fresh butter. She wanted him to keep kissing her there. Flurry could cum at any moment, but fought that storm back as she felt it brewing hotter in her core. She didn’t want to give in to him was the lie she told herself, but the truth was that a loud and newly uninhibited part of her wanted this to keep going, and cumming again would bring all of the staunchly fetishized decadence to an end.

After what had to be at least sixty kisses, he took her clitoral hood into his mouth once more, but refused to let go. He sucked on her clit, taking the pink nub between his teeth and lovingly nibbling on it, offering it the sweetest and most affectionate treatment as he fondled it with his tongue. Flurry’s mouth fell open, shutting one eye in a girly grimace from the stimuli, the other staying locked onto his muzzle that’d closed down over such a supremely stimulating spot. The amazing feel of his mouth worked up out of her a rush of forbidden lust, tapping straight into her secret fetish. Her hips wiggled left and right over his maw, wordlessly encouraging him whether she meant to or not.

And encourage him it sure did.

He raised his mouth up off her clit, only to immediately crash his lips down lower and envelop her vulva with an impatient harshness. He moaned louder, and began deeply, passionately kissing the outer labia of her pussy as though they were the lips of her mouth.

“Uuaaaahh! Fffuuaaahh! H-aaah! Ohhhh, p-please! Ahh!” moaned Flurry, her hips instinctively pushing forward to meet the profoundly mind-razing pleasure of the big burly drake brazenly feeding on the contents of her royal little love box.

The wanting intensity of his kisses grew and grew until they weren’t even kisses anymore, he was literally just sucking on her pussy lips like orange slices. He reared his head back with his mouth closed over the petals of her sex, pulling on her labia in the process before releasing the suction with a wet smack of his lips, causing a breathy “Aahh!” from Flurry. Being loud about his oral conquest was clearly something he enjoyed, evidenced by the sheer amount of energy he put into kissing her cunt so fully and noisily like that.

He ran his eyes all over the inner pink of her pussy that his sucking had just coaxed out into view. “Oooohhh... fucking beautiful!” he sighed with passionate desire, immediately leaning back in to repeat.

Over and over he continued, taking her cleft into his mouth, suckling it, pulling back, letting go. The wet, slurping sounds coming from between her spread legs were graphic beyond belief, the unrelenting flow of her arousal pairing far too well with the audible eagerness of his marauding mouth as it watered in response to the meal he was making of her pussy.

Flurry threw her head back up to the clouds as she gasped, followed by a loud, unapologetically horny moan. Shade nibbled on her neck again from behind as her body let off little shivers of delight from Krim’s lips suctioning down over her crotch with relentless repetition.

Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh, I’m so improper! How could I like it so much? Oh fucking hell, please slow down! Ah, please stop kissing it so good! Fuck! Flurry thought to herself with squinting eyes aimed toward the sky, her guilt rising in perfect parallel with her pleasure as it boiled higher and higher from the scalie ruffian slathering and sucking on her mound.

Krim’s panting breaths quickened, and his pattern of suckling kisses came faster and faster, one after the other as he lashed at her folds with his tongue and nibbled on her clit between kisses, doing anything and everything his mouth could physically do to indulge in the theft of such a special and sacred treasure. A greedy enthusiasm overtook him. He was insatiably eating out royalty, and he couldn’t get enough. “Mmm, mmmnn. Mmlluah! What a tasty little pony pussy! Mmmn! Mnnnuhh, hoh yeuh! Uuhhmmm! Mmmmluuh!” he commented between zealous, throaty moans, absolutely macking on her puffy labia with sadistic satisfaction as he gorged his senses on the Crystal Princess’s defenseless pink pussy.

Why did it get her going so much when he made those brutish sounds? What was wrong with her? Flurry hated how vocal he was—or rather, she hated that she loved how vocal he was—as he devoured her.

He was making the most possessive and hungry-sounding noises she’d ever heard from a male as he tongued and kissed and sucked on her sensitive and over-stimulated pussy folds, shooting white-hot shocks of thought-clouding ecstasy straight through her head with every little thing his mouth did to her down there. She flinched and twitched in Shade’s lap each time Krim concentrated a lick or a kiss anywhere near her clitoral hood. She just couldn’t help how good it felt, and after sinking this far down into the degeneracy they’ve forced on her, she didn’t want to anymore, either.

The sounds of not only his mouth going all over her slit, but the greedy, low-toned grunts of satisfaction that came from him—even his lewd comment of her taste—made her feel radiant and beloved in a way no compliment or mirror ever could.

It was so twisted, she thought to herself. It was just a thoughtless, horny utterance of how badly these boys wanted her... but somehow, them wanting her that bad made her feel one-of-a-kind, like she was the most precious girl in the world; the most gorgeous thing they could ever have to themselves... and she loved this feeling. It was so flattering in such a crooked, self-deprecating way, made all the more shameful by the fact it had stemmed from getting her pussy hurriedly eaten out by an impatient dragon thug tartarus-bent on memorizing every last curve and flavor of her royal little kitty as he ran his mouth all over it like it was the last piece of succulent fruit in a desert.

A part of Flurry didn't even want to be rescued anymore. She couldn't bear the thought of another soul seeing her like this. The fact that nobody knew this was happening to her had morphed from a notion of terror to one of solace as her mind clung to the margins of decency. The immense pleasure and adulating bodily worship she was being subjected to was threatening to push her headspace over that precipice of depravity—something she knew she couldn't stop, and so found herself thanking the stars that absolutely no one would be around to see it inevitably happen.

Cotton had seen countless dignitaries, nobles, soldiers, and commoners all kneel before Flurry Heart for one reason or another, seeing someone knelt in front of a princess like her was par for the course... but seeing someone knelt in front of her to better have at her exposed pussy, however, was an incredibly titillating change of context to the otherwise familiar-looking dynamic.

The red drake rested down on one knee and had his face buried between Flurry’s thighs, his head tilting left and right, nodding up and down as he ate her out for all she was worth. His hands held flat against her thighs, her legs pulled outward by the other two drakes to keep her splayed wide and fully accessible to the red’s hungry maw. His crimson tail swished about behind him; a clear sign of a dragon having a very good time.

Cotton’s heart was beating out of his chest, his face hot and flush at what he was seeing happen. The obscene spectacle had gotten so raunchy—so egregiously pornographic—that he began to contemplate if he should even tell anyone about this at all. What would he even say? Would Flurry even want that, now that the things they were doing to her had gotten so filthy and explicit? How would he describe it in a report he’d surely be made to give? What words could he possibly use to make the details sound as dignified as possible?

I laid prone in a field and watched Her Majesty, Princess Flurry Heart, get kissed, groped, spanked, stripped, fondled, fingered, and eaten out for over an hour and a half, sir! came a hypothetical exaggeration of how he’d word things when having to explain himself and what he saw—what he was still seeing. For every aspect of her violation Cotton couldn’t see directly, he watched her reaction to it instead.

Flurry was staring down with wide eyes at the red drake as he devoured her intimates. She shook her head back and forth in protest, wording something-or-other—likely begging him to stop. She shut her eyes tight, brows knitting together in pleasure, and tilted her head straight up as her mouth fell open in an obvious moan.

Seeing her respond with such energy and fervor from receiving interspecies cunnilingus was somehow slightly more erotic for Cotton to watch than the actual assault itself. She just looked so beautiful, making faces he’d never seen on her before as she was dragged further and further through a gauntlet of amorous torture.

Cotton had already caught himself subtly humping the air earlier when the red dragon had claw-fucked Flurry while lavishing at her clit, but now it was finally getting to be too much for him to see. He could no longer just ignore his arousal like he had been.

His stallionhood jumped, causing him to tense up his calves in an attempt to quell the unrelenting ache his neglected hard-on was giving him.

He unconsciously, instinctually reached down with his free hoof and clenched his cock as it stood at attention, trying desperately to ease the pent-up stress from watching his first and only crush getting absolutely ruined in the hottest, most debasing ways he could’ve possibly conjured up.

He watched her wiggle her hips left and right in the lap of the ebony drake, responding needily to the red’s ravenous maw pushing into the center of her bliss. A somber grimace was on her face, her muzzle still tilted up but her eyes aiming down at the draconic mouth arrogantly eating out her presented pussy.

Cotton looked down to the familiar, throbbing meat cradled in his hoof, astonished at how much relief just that brief touch alone gave him, and was craving more.

You’re sick! Literally! Look at you! You’re sick in the head! You’re not well! What is wrong with you!? his conscience viciously ostracized him, though the urge he felt was strong, and totally discounted the voice of his better half.

If they don’t take her, and just finish and flee, surely she wouldn’t want me to ever tell anyone this happened to her, right? She wouldn’t even want me to know this happened to her. Maybe I could just trot back over when they’re done with her and pretend like I never knew a thing, that way nobody would ever have to know that I saw this, not even her, he mused to himself, slowly constructing a half-baked justification to excuse himself into rubbing out the immense burden his youthful stallion libido had given him.

I can’t focus very well when I’m like this anyway. If I could just- he gave his erection a single, downward stroke,
-make it a little easier on myself, I-... I would feel better so I could- he glided his hoof slowly up and down the length of his shaft, -so I could pay better attention to-... to which way they’ll go if they take her!

Cotton was a bad liar, even to himself, but the endlessly rousing situation his perfect, gorgeous princess was in had eaten away at his judgement layer by layer, and the little voice in his head was on its last legs.

He’d already made up his mind, evidenced by the urgent motions of his hoof running up and down his cock with no hesitation. He was only rummaging for logic loopholes to ease his own guilt now.

Besides... he panted softly, now actively pleasuring himself as he continued peering through the spyglass.

I don’t have to report everything, I can just leave this out. I’ll say I was in the field watching to see where they’d take her, because that’s true. I’m here to help her, that’s the main thing... so this is fine.

Cotton settled into his pseudo-rationalization, vindicating himself as he masturbated to his own princess getting held down and lovingly, patiently molested by three scalie goons.

A small white gob of excitement collected at the tip of his member and dribbled down its length, wetting his hoof as it rubbed frantically up and down the span of his stallionhood.

“It’s fine,” Cotton whispered to himself, repeating the ill-conceived rationale. He knew full-well it was nonsense, but he was far too horny to care as he watched Flurry squirm in the clutches of the three drakes, shaking her head no as a dragon tongue danced across her folds. She threw her head back up to the clouds as her hips began to hump desperately into the mouth of the crimson dragon emphatically feasting on her royal pussy.

“No, no, no, no, noooo! Please, nnnuuuuuhh, huuaaah!” Flurry wailed, both her mind and body betraying her as her hips rose up to meet the lascivious oral servicing to her sex.

Krim flicked his tongue across her clit, then slithered it up inside her hole and twirled it around along her inner walls. The intrusion of that long, alien tendril into her velvety pink channel was all it took for a third wave of intense bodily rapture to come crashing down on her as she erupted into another orgasm.

Every muscle from her abdomen down locked up as she took in a deep gasp of air, letting it out in a long, shuddering, high-pitched moan that bordered close to a full scream. She humped into Krim’s maw once, twice, three times, four, five, six. Krim happily lapped up her gushing wetness, inside and out, savoring the sensation of her pussy gripping down around his tongue as her hips ground themselves into his working snout. His mouth went all over her outer folds, and his tongue all over her insides, doing his best to lave up every last bit of her now-flowing nectar.

He hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed his head into her groin, giving her entire labia one last harsh, demanding, full-mouth kiss. He held himself in the lip-lock with her nethers for several seconds, moaning deep into it and suckling hard and hungrily on her soft pink pussy lips, causing Flurry to arch her back, her waning moan jumping right back to a near-scream while her hips eagerly gyrated into his face.

Krim finally broke the kiss, and pulled his head away. Her juices dribbled down the smug grin he wore as he admired his handiwork. Flurry fell back into Shade’s chest as she came back down from her third thunderous crest of the day. She lay wilted and motionless on top of him, her eyes closed, looking almost like she was asleep if it weren’t for her deep and erratic breathing.

Shade released his grip on her limbs, letting a hindleg fall limp. He snaked his arms under her forelegs and wrapped them around her midsection from behind, putting her in a couples-esque two-arm hug as he pulled her deeper into his chest, snuggling her in his massive arms.

“You did so good, sweetie!” Shade cooed to her, holding her tightly against him.

Flurry was exhausted. Never in her life had her body been through anything even close to this! Had these barbarians really made her cum three times in a row? She felt like a weakling, beating herself up for not holding out longer; not keeping up her fighting spirit. She’d let Krim get into her head and allowed him unfettered access to her fetish. She’d submitted to these boys, chosen pleasure over pride. She’d given them her body, and let them have everything they wanted. What kind of a princess was she now?

She tried to tell herself it had been in her best interests to stop fighting, or that she had no choice, or that they would have made her cum anyway, but a part of her just couldn’t believe that. In the back of her head, she knew she’d played a role.

She liked being their plaything; liked being a helpless puddle of pleasured princess overpowered by a bunch of burly bad boys. That was the real reason she’d cum three times. Shade was right, she did love it. They had made her love it, and the only ember of fight she had left was trying to keep their own victory hidden from them; to not let on. If there was any dignity she could scrape together now, it was in keeping from them the knowledge of just how completely they’d poisoned her mind with wanton desire.

Then, in her daze of wallowing shame, she heard three simple but terrifying words that cut clean through the swelling fog of her sullied mind.

“You’re up, Dan.”