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

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.