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

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.