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

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

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

It was dripping. Absolutely drenched in her juices.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Little late to tell us to look away, don’tchya think, honey?” said Krim with a sly grin in what was definitely biting sarcasm. “I mean fuck,” he reached forward and slipped his index claw inside of her splayed and sodden pussy, earning a breathy “Aahh!” from Flurry. He wiggled it around and pulled it back out, a small string of her juices trailing with it as he brought it up to his muzzle. “Look what a hot mess you made!” Krim said and licked the sweet nectar off of his coated digit, his long, prehensile tongue coiling around his own claw and collecting every drop.

Flurry watched that tongue slither from his mouth and expertly clean his finger of her wetness. Another little shiver ran down her back. She couldn’t help herself anymore. Thoughts about that tongue jumped into her head, terrifying her of what else he would be able to do with it.

Shade felt her tremble, and knew exactly what she was thinking while she eyeballed Krim sampling the sweetness of her lewd riches.

“Good idea,” said Shade, his fingers releasing the spread of her folds. He reached down and took hold of the leg Krim had been securing, keeping it out of the way. “Do her a courtesy, Krim. Clean up her little mess for her!” he chuckled.

Flurry’s eyes went wide at his words. He’d picked up on her internal worry, and was going to make her endure it coming to life.

“No, no, no! Please, no. I can’t. I’m too-... please!” she pleaded. Her nethers had just been through the wringer. A deep sense of apprehension rose up in her chest at the thought of having to go through that a second time in a row.

“Shhhhhh,” Shade clamped a hand around her muzzle to silence her. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. Krim knows how to treat a lovely lady like you. He’s a gentledrake. Isn’t that right, Krim?”

“Damn right,” said Krim arrogantly, moving in between Flurry’s thighs and kneeling down to level his maw with her dripping hole. He ran his index finger from the bottom of her slit up to the top of her clitoral hood and back down, dragging the sensitive flesh of her pussy lips with it. “Only the absolute best for royalty!” he said smugly, pinching her clit and giving it a few gentle tugs.

Flurry gave a muffled squeal into her closed maw as she felt Krim begin toying with her delicate nub and fondling her labia. Her pleading eyes looked down at his crimson-scaled face, a wicked grin plastered on it as he glanced up to meet her gaze, winking coyly at her. “Nnnnnuuuu-oooooohhh!” came a smothered cry turned open-mouth plea from her as Shade took his hand off of her maw and lowered it down to press into her furry bosom, pushing her back into him and bracing her small frame against his towering, scalie bulk.

Krim used two thumbs at each side of her vulva to pull her pussy lips open. “Ohhhhh yeeeesss” he rumbled back to her, loving the intimate close-up view of her pretty pink insides. His tongue slipped from his maw to wet his lips as he took in her sight and scent. He glided each of his thumbs along each half of her labia as he held her open, one thumb rubbing up, and the other down in opposite directions, enjoying the malleability of her soft little princess petals under his teasing touch.

Flurry realized he was going to go slow and play with her just like Shade had. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side, letting off a quivering sigh as she somberly accepted that she wasn’t going anywhere, and would have to push through even more pleasure at the hands of these ruthless, thieving monsters.

She felt a scaled nose press up against her own, reminding her of where she was seated, and that she’d turned her head to face Shade’s without realizing. She defiantly twisted away from him, keeping her eyes shut and letting off a quiet, helpless whimper of protest.

Shade ran his palm up and down the long length of her equine neck, like he was trying to soothe her. “Fuck, you’re so adorable, Flurry Heart,” he said in a low, growling tone that emanated from the back of his throat; something only the chords of a dragon could do.

That was the first time he’d used her name since her assault began... and the way he said it in that deep, rumbling tone of power and control...

Flurry’s eyes drifted open and she slowly turned her head back to him, her lethargic gaze meeting his. She gave a passive sigh as she felt his hand running all along the front of her neck like he was petting her... like she was his pet.

There was a stern dominance in his brilliant blue eyes. Flurry couldn’t help but bask in the now overwhelming feeling of loss of control. It put her in the most bizarre, erotic state of ease she couldn’t explain. She caught herself taking in his features in earnest. He was so overpowering; so huge! His imposing stature, broad load-bearing shoulders, sexy jawline, hypnotic, oppressive gaze, guttural and erotic vocals, muscly forearms...

...And those big scaled hands...

Why did she love feeling them grabbing at her so much? She hadn’t felt it when Krim or Dandy grabbed at her—at least... not nearly to the same degree. Everything below her hips had since become jelly from the amazing orgasm that’d ravaged her rationality, but that hardly hampered the taboo exhilaration taking root in her chest as he held her left hindleg in one of those strong hands, his palm and fingers squishing into the sensitive flesh of her upper thigh as he cradled it in his firm grasp while his other hand stroked lovingly along her neck. Dammit, how could she let herself love being grabbed and held and caressed and petted so much!?

His hand glided sensually over her short fur, ruffling it in his fingers as he coddled her in his grip. He could squeeze down at any moment and close her airway if he wanted to, but instead, that powerful hand just massaged its way up and down the equine length of her throat. She gave a relaxed huff of breath as she looked into his eyes, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body. The stimulations of his pacifying touch made quick work of the tension in her muscles, easing her back under his masculine thrall.

Shade could see the look in her eyes, and read her like a book. She was spellbound by him as he held her, and she was putting forth zero effort to hide it. He leaned in toward her—her eyes trapped inside his—and pressed his lips deeply into hers. She put up no resistance, rather, moaning longingly into the kiss, much to Shade’s delight.

He had her now, every last bit of her. Both her body and her will were submitting, and he was getting drunk off it all. A prestigious pony princess—deeply beloved and widely renowned—was naked and submissive in his arms, not just allowing him to kiss her on the mouth, but moaning eagerly for more. Shade gave a soft growling moan of his own into the kiss before breaking it.

Flurry came out of the lip lock with a deep, needy gasp, a string of shared saliva stretching out and breaking between their parting lips. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. There had been so much more of him in that kiss than any prior. The fact that she was being slowly and gently raped was sinking further back into the recesses of her mind as sensation overwhelmed her. She tried desperately to reorder her thoughts, caught in a daze of bliss that Shade took immense pleasure out of keeping her trapped in for as long as possible.

Krim put his hands on the inside of her upper thighs, pushing them a little wider open to ensure he had full access to her quivering pussy. He leaned forward and placed a lewd, full-mouth kiss over her entire vulva, sucking the outer petals of her pussy into his hungry, impatient maw. He reared his head back, pulling the pink labia trapped in his lips out with him before releasing the suction with a loud, resounding smack of his mouth... then immediately leaning back in for more.

Flurry’s eyes jolted open in another gasp. She looked down to Krim’s mug buried between her open legs, taken by surprise with his forwardness. Then again, it made sense. He’d just watched Shade have all the fun, and now it was his turn. Nevertheless, she just couldn’t handle that much that soon after what her body had just been through.

Flurry tried to lift herself up and backward in Shade’s lap, doing her best to scooch away from Krim’s demanding mouth pushing forcefully inward and encompassing her bared and tender pussy. She managed to pull her forelegs free enough to get some leverage, lifting her ass up a couple inches, but Shade was having none of that. He took his hand off her neck and wrapped it around her midsection, trapping her forelegs at her sides to keep her exactly where she was, making sure she had no escape from whatever explicit, filthy things Krim was about to do to her defenseless royal snatch.

Krim opened his maw and let the full extent of his lengthy, draconic tongue fall out and drape down over his chin. He leaned forward and gave Flurry’s slit a long, slow, tugging lick from bottom to top. “Lluaaaahh!” he moaned as he snaked the full length of that slick, reptilian muscle in and then up through the dip of her folds, dragging her clit up with it as it reached the peak of her nethers. “Aahh, fuck... royal pussy is so fuckin’ sweet,” said Krim as he pulled his head back and admired the luscious pink fruit he’d just sampled, her nectar caught on the tip of his muzzle.

Flurry watched him licking his lips to collect her sweetness. She felt a wave of scalding embarrassment rush over her that made her want to go hide under a rock, the smack of his lips loudly emphasizing just how incredibly wet she was.

“Pleaaaase... Plee-hease!” whimpered Flurry. His lick had felt so different, nothing like what she’d ever felt down there before. A creeping sense of dread rose into the back of her mind; she worried he would be worse—or rather, better—than Shade’s fingers were.

Krim paused, just staring at her soft, lush folds, taking in the sight of a lifetime. He basked in the most forbidden and delicious beauty that the whole of Equestria could ever possibly provide: The Crystal Princess' perfect pink pussy, up close and personal in all its glory.

His eyes lifted up to her flush and frazzled face. She was so cute as she looked down at him with that drowsy, worried, breathless expression. There was a look in her eyes that seemed almost eager as she watched him intently, waiting on his next defiling action. He peered back down to her sopping pink slit—presented so fully to him. His hungry gaze roved over every last detail of that savory little flower, doing his best to take a mental picture of what young regal pussy looked like three inches from his face. He gave her inner thighs a strong squeeze in his hands, his claws spreading out and flexing down into the supple flesh, eliciting a shy squeak from her.

The delay from him had Flurry’s breath caught in her throat, the anxiety killing her as she watched his concentrated stare right on her vulva. She gave a whiny pule of tepid protest, then felt him use a thumb to pull at one side of her labia, rubbing it sensuously under his claw. He let out a quiet growl of delight as he gazed at the hint of pink peaking out from behind the curtain that molded under his touch. His other thumb quickly followed suit, pulling open the other side. He rubbed each individual petal of her puffy lips in opposite little circles with each of his thumbs, rolling the mouth of her kitty open, then coming around and mushing it closed over and over in a teasing, lecherous massage. She bit her lower lip in response, his pervy fondling of her naked folds doing nothing but drawing out the shameful heat of arousal in her belly, keeping her heavy blush alive and well. She caught herself wishing he’d stop taking his time to appreciate her pussy like that and just dive in already.

Krim eased his head forward and placed his lips squarely over her clit, giving it a gentle, nibbling kiss, moaning into her mound as he did.

“HAaa-aauuhh!” cried Flurry. Her eyes followed his maw as it made contact, wrapping his lips around her overly-sensitive nub, feeling every little movement of his mouth.

Krim pulled his head back, eyeing the precious little love button he’d just kissed. “Hhoooh yes,” he whispered, leaning back in for another, suckling the delicate pink bud into his mouth and slathering it with his tongue, then pulling back again. “Yeeesss,” he moaned lustily. Flurry winced and threw her head up, another cry of pleasure escaping her.

He slipped his middle finger into the depths of her abused pussy and twirled it around exploratively, then slowly began sliding his claw in and out of her. “Ohhh, cute little prissy slut!” rumbled Krim as he admired the sight of himself audaciously fingering the royal daughter, feeding her hot pink hole the length of his claw as he pushed it in and out of her repeatedly.

Flurry tensed up at the intrusion, her intimate confines instinctively clenching down on the invading digit. A pleasured, feminine whimper hummed its way through sealed lips as she felt her pretty pussy being prodded into yet again.

Krim tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, leaned back in towards her clit, and started giving it numerous, lascivious little licks while his middle claw repeatedly darted into her receptive sex just below his tongue. “So fucking cute! Nnnlllluuuahh,” said Krim, emitting a needlessly lewd noise from his open mouth to punctuate the particularly firm lick as he heaved his whole tongue sloooowly over her clitoral hood.

“Aaah! Haaah! Pl-aaah! Pleaasse!” Flurry mewled pathetically, her face wincing in unwanted delectation. She was already feeling it. It was already getting to be too much, and he was only getting started! She held the air in her lungs for several seconds with each gasping breath she took in response to the dragon tongue rapidly flicking across her pink pearl.

Perhaps trying to fight it all this time was the wrong move. She was considerably more sensitive down there now after how long Shade’s fingering of her had gone on. Her desperate cling to defiance from earlier had inadvertently resulted in Flurry edging herself on Shade’s fingers, which is what had made her initial orgasm so intense. Now, her pussy was tender and hyper-receptive... and these brutes just wouldn’t stop playing with it. Flurry couldn’t catch a single break.

“Uuuh, yeeuuh, yeeauh, lllluuah!” came even more greedy, hungry noises from Krim, pervertedly grunting out his enjoyment into each ravenous lick that he dragged over her clit. His claw slid in and out of her juicy folds, making an audible shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk as he impatiently finger-fucked the wet and helpless hole.

Hearing such degenerate delight in his every exhale as he basted her clit combined with the feel of his hot, panting breath on her nethers sent a tingling shiver down her spine... but not for the reason she was hoping.

Damn those sounds he was making! Listening to him practically growl into his licks as his tongue dashed rapidly across her assaulted little bead made Flurry feel more indignified—but also more desired—than she had ever felt before.

She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but hearing how much a barbarous thug like him loved what he was doing to a pretty girl like her gave her a powerful sense of embellishment. The sounds of those passionate, breathy vocalizations he just couldn’t hold back as he pressed his face into her forbidden pussy, for some reason, made her feel so beautiful; made her feel so... feminine.

She was enjoying feeling helpless again. She knew this feeling was wrong and foul and scandalous and detestable and... just downright disgraceful to her entire heritage... but as she felt that scaled claw loudly fucking in and out of her tight, sopping pussy, and that long reptilian tongue treating her bared clit like a highly addictive lollipop... nothing else mattered. All the sensations that her mind had been pounded with had clouded her thoughts and downgraded her sensibilities.

She couldn’t fight it. She was out of strength for that. A lustful groan assaulted her ears alongside every single electric lick grazing over her nub, telling her through actions rather than words that she was resplendent beyond compare. That claw-and-tongue combo further desecrating her pink and tender peach with hardly any downtime from her last climax was way more than enough to start rolling her right back over that same edge at breakneck speed.

Flurry couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight of his lashing tongue. He had such an impertinent, boyish smirk on his face as he went at her, looking so nastily gratified and full of himself while rapidly licking along the twitching hood of her clit. His eyes closed, his snout wrinkled into a snarl, his upper lip pulled back to show the top row of his teeth and gums, that subtle upward curve at the corners of his mouth that was a clear and indulgent smile visible even through that vicious looking visage as he lost himself in the crux of her scent and flavor. She could see it plainly in his face that he loved what he was doing, loved who he was doing it to, loved that she could only watch him doing it, loved how much pleasure he knew he was making her feel. His grizzled, haughty expression, antsy, relentless claw-fucking, impudent huffs of glee... all of it came together in a way that was so taboo. He was both needy but adoring of her body in the way that he sampled it, taking such profound satisfaction out of exploiting the inner-most layer of her majesty. She could hear in the way he panted through his licking just how rare an opportunity this was to him; how perfect and delicious her naked flesh was.

What the fuck was wrong with her!? Why did she love that? It was the most twisted-but-poignant flattery she’d ever received—and certainly that she’d ever felt—in her whole life! He lavished her clit at a rapid pace, as though he was pressed for time and would never get to do something this raunchy to someone so desirable ever again. His licks had force behind them, like that of a thoughtless beast with a one-track mind, thirsty for the taste of royal pussy, and desperate to apply its flavor to his tongue as directly as possible. He was going at her like he just couldn’t get enough, no matter what he did, and nothing else in the world mattered to him as long as there was a gorgeous princess’s pink little clit planted firmly under his ravaging tongue. It made her feel priceless, cherished, treasured and... so fucking good!

She tensed up, tilted her chin down toward her chest and let out a loud moan, her ears flattening as she pushed her hips into Krim’s tonguing and fingering, cumming with a violent shudder that wracked her lithe frame. Her thighs trembled like mad, quivering in Shade and Dandy’s grip, causing both drakes to squeeze down appreciatively on the soft, pliable flesh of the leg they were restraining.

Shade planted a gentle play-bite on the side of her neck, a rumbling of delight rising from his throat and bellowing out through his closed teeth. He adored the feeling of her whole body shaking and shuddering so thoroughly while sitting on top of him like that.

Krim pulled his head back, his tongue falling away from her clit, only to be immediately replaced by the thumb of his other hand, pressing into and rubbing at her spasming nub to keep her stimulated through her orgasm as his middle claw continued to thrust into her.

Flurry’s maw gaped open in a silent scream, followed by a loud, shrieking “AAaaaaauuuhhhuuffffUUUuuhhck!” as she involuntarily bucked into his hands, his thumbing of her clit keeping her at her peak just a little longer before her climax started to subside.

“Yeaaaah, you like that, darling? Mmmm, what a sweet girl you are, cumming so easy for me,” Krim taunted, his face right beside her clenching pussy, watching his finger dipping in and out of it as she gradually slid down from her second high in a row.

Flurry’s muscles relaxed as she drooped back into Shade’s arms, the walls of her pussy releasing their grip on Krim’s finger. Her pants were vocal, mixed with little pules of defeat in each breath. She opened her eyes weakly as she felt Krim slide his soaked finger out from her depths.

Krim took the wet claw into his maw. “Nnnnnhh,” he moaned, licking it of the juices that coated it. “You’ve got such a delicious flavor, sweetheart!” his eyes rose up to meet hers. “You ever had this pretty pussy eaten by a dragon before?” he said with a conniving smirk.

Flurry blushed hard at the direct question. She’d never admit it in a million years to anyone, but one of the few dirty fantasies she’d ever had involved being kissed in... unorthodox places. As much of a straight-necked no-nonsense girl as she tried to be, she’d secretly always had a soft, vulnerable spot for the idea of a boy whose typical etiquette of greeting kisses ended up going places far beyond just the top of her hoof. That was the main reason she’d succumbed to his tongue so much faster than Shade’s fingers. He’d been dancing around and dipping into her deepest fetish this whole time without even realizing it, and now he was threatening to go all in.

“Please... don’t... I-... I need a rest... please!” she pleaded, knowing exactly how incapable she was of controlling herself if he put his mouth back over her folds, especially right after she’d just cum for a second time. Her pussy was now doubly sensitive to the touch. Enduring oral from a dragon would be overwhelmingly stimulating right now as opposed to any other time earlier, and she knew that all too well. “Pleeease!” she whimpered pitifully.

“Who am I kiddin’?” Krim chided, spreading her nethers open again with his thumbs. “You’ve never been eaten at all. Lemme show you what you’ve been missin’, darling!”

“Please, please! No! No, no, nonononono noooo-OOoohhh AaaaAAAaahhh!” Flurry begged as she watched him open his mouth wide and slowly lean his head in towards her slit, sealing his mouth down over her entire mons.

Krim captured her whole crotch in his hungry, gaping maw, racing his tongue all over the outer labia trapped behind the encompassing suction of his predatory chops. He immediately moaned into her pussy, closing his eyes and cocking his head to the left, then the right, pressing his face firmly in between her spread thighs and taking a hefty bite out of her remaining sanity.

Hoooh, fuck! Is he fucking serious!? Flurry thought in disbelief. She’d already cum for him, and he still wasn’t satisfied; still hadn’t had his fill of what her body had to offer—or rather, what it had to steal. While her second orgasm hadn’t been as prolonged as the one before it, it’d still been plenty obscene. He’d just had the royal daughter bucking into his claws and moaning whorishly for him, but that apparently wasn’t enough.

Flurry watched him ravenously feasting on her pussy. His lips enveloped her mound with how much of his mouth he was using, her groin totally engulfed as it was helplessly bathed by the dragon tongue dancing all over it inside his maw. Her face contorted back and forth between wide, shocked eyes, and squinting, scrunched expressions of pleasure.

Her hindlegs again tried to clamp shut in an instinctive attempt to protect her marehood from the intimate assault, but the two vice-like grips separately holding them apart kept her locked in place. She couldn’t budge an inch. Her only option was to lay there spread-eagled and watch every second of it just... happen to her.

Krim raised his mouth up off her pelvis and looked down at her sex with lustful eyes. He smirked as he saw it twitch up at him, the pink lips convulsing in one little flex, then another—her body unable to hide its excitement from what he was doing to it.

A faint rumble emanated from his throat as his eyes glazed over the contours of her perfect little pulsing pussy. He squeezed her thighs in his hands and leaned back in, puckering his lips and giving a soft, targeted smooch right down on her sensitive little bead with a mocking gentleness. “Mmmmmm-twa. Your Highness,” he teased, exaggerating the sound of his dirty clit-kiss and pretending as though it was a run-of-the-mill greeting to royalty. It was a delicate touch of lip that impersonated a show of respect.

A modest kiss that acknowledged her majesty was something Flurry had received countless times before, but where he’d kissed was anything but modest! It was the most erotic insult to her nobility that she could imagine; getting kissed on her exposed clit the same exact way she would on the top of her hoof... but she was exhausted, her mind spiraling into a bog of unwelcome hedonism with no inhibitions in sight. The insult slid right off, but the eroticism of it stuck like glue. It wasn’t just that it felt good, but that it was a kiss planted somewhere kisses shouldn’t ever be that was so incredibly exhilarating to her. It was like he was in her head and knew about her racy, taboo fantasy of a boys lips roaming to places on her body that she—as a princess—should never allow.

Krim leaned back in and planted another kiss over her clit, but in a way that was less insulting and more insistent, as though there was something about kissing right there in particular that he’d just now realized he really enjoyed. Then he gave it another kiss, then another, and another, and another. Suddenly, there was an onslaught of wet, smacking kissing sounds coming from between Flurry’s legs, and she stared down at the source of it with a dumbfounded look stuck on her face, unable to avert her gaze. A quivering exhale huffed out of her lungs in sync with every single kiss he gave, the view and accompanied sensations of someone’s mouth—but especially a dragon’s—doing that to her privates was putting her body under a spell of coercive depravity that her breathing couldn’t help but submit to.

His lips crashed down on her clit over and over, bombarding it with sweetly incessant kisses that came in rapid succession, a rising urgency present with each one he planted. The pressure behind his lips repeatedly wrapping over the pink bud got stronger and stronger as he ravished it with thirsty desire, yanking a sharp spike of euphoria up out of her with every individual, suckling embrace, tenderizing the little bead into a state of further sensitivity.

Flurry bit her lower lip and moaned through it, watching in submissive awe as he repeatedly went down on her. She had no clue how to react, so instead remained totally still, not wanting it to stop or slow down; not wanting to impede him in any way. She voluntarily opened her legs a tiny bit wider and pushed her hips toward the feverish barrage of kisses. She was equal parts petrified and captivated by what he was doing to her. This grim, scary, mean-looking reptile whose maw was riddled with carnivorous teeth was being so selfless and fragile with his captive pony princess. The generous and dutiful treatment from him was in direct opposition to how dangerous he looked while he kept her pleasure the top priority of his rapacious assault on her marehood.

This was it! This was her fetish! He was a stranger. An outsider, foreign to all things regal and refined, and he was using his lips to show appreciation expressly for her body, instead of her eminence. He was kissing her where he shouldn’t be, over and over and over! She was a princess, prestigious and pristine, and he was just an unimportant commoner, yet he was kissing her pussy... Hers! An absolute nobody had his mouth on her royal flower, hopelessly enraptured by her sexual beauty. His class totally juxtaposed hers, he was so far below her league; her stature so much higher than his own, but that single-minded mouth proved he didn’t care. He just wanted to press his lips into a princess’s privates and make her feel adored in a way no one would ever be allowed to do, disregarding any traditions of decency or restraint as he arrogantly took what he wanted without asking, instead of wasting time trying to win her affections and earning it. He concentrated those suckling lips on the most sensitive part of her pussy, a spot meant exclusively for wonderful pleasure, showing no care as to whether or not he had her permission, and instead just going straight down to the most profoundly intimate part of a princess—the part he wanted most—and closing his lips over it like it belonged to him, kissing it and kissing it and kissing it. His demeanor was so calm and unwavering; so casual and direct as he went about it, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to just suddenly duck down, spread your princess’s legs and suck on her naked clit without saying a word, like all you were doing was bowing or shaking her hoof! All of it was so unbelievably scandalous!

The sight of his head dipping down to her crotch again and again. The feel of his lips repeatedly encapsulating her love button. The sloppy, wet kissing noises coming from his working mouth. Even the mere idea of a boy kissing her just like this and exactly right there! Every ingredient of her current position was profoundly erotic to Flurry. The ordeal she was witnessing happen to her live and in person played heavily into her closeted, naughty desires that she wasn’t supposed to have. A perverted boy happily taste-testing her pretty pink pussy just because he wanted to was enflaming a deeply-rooted depravity within her. A depravity kept dormant and suppressed by the public pedestal of perfection she’d lived atop her whole life. It was carving right through any masquerade of reluctance she had like a heated knife through fresh butter. She wanted him to keep kissing her there. Flurry could cum at any moment, but fought that storm back as she felt it brewing hotter in her core. She didn’t want to give in to him was the lie she told herself, but the truth was that a loud and newly uninhibited part of her wanted this to keep going, and cumming again would bring all of the staunchly fetishized decadence to an end.

After what had to be at least sixty kisses, he took her clitoral hood into his mouth once more, but refused to let go. He sucked on her clit, taking the pink nub between his teeth and lovingly nibbling on it, offering it the sweetest and most affectionate treatment as he fondled it with his tongue. Flurry’s mouth fell open, shutting one eye in a girly grimace from the stimuli, the other staying locked onto his muzzle that’d closed down over such a supremely stimulating spot. The amazing feel of his mouth worked up out of her a rush of forbidden lust, tapping straight into her secret fetish. Her hips wiggled left and right over his maw, wordlessly encouraging him whether she meant to or not.

And encourage him it sure did.

He raised his mouth up off her clit, only to immediately crash his lips down lower and envelop her vulva with an impatient harshness. He moaned louder, and began deeply, passionately kissing the outer labia of her pussy as though they were the lips of her mouth.

“Uuaaaahh! Fffuuaaahh! H-aaah! Ohhhh, p-please! Ahh!” moaned Flurry, her hips instinctively pushing forward to meet the profoundly mind-razing pleasure of the big burly drake brazenly feeding on the contents of her royal little love box.

The wanting intensity of his kisses grew and grew until they weren’t even kisses anymore, he was literally just sucking on her pussy lips like orange slices. He reared his head back with his mouth closed over the petals of her sex, pulling on her labia in the process before releasing the suction with a wet smack of his lips, causing a breathy “Aahh!” from Flurry. Being loud about his oral conquest was clearly something he enjoyed, evidenced by the sheer amount of energy he put into kissing her cunt so fully and noisily like that.

He ran his eyes all over the inner pink of her pussy that his sucking had just coaxed out into view. “Oooohhh... fucking beautiful!” he sighed with passionate desire, immediately leaning back in to repeat.

Over and over he continued, taking her cleft into his mouth, suckling it, pulling back, letting go. The wet, slurping sounds coming from between her spread legs were graphic beyond belief, the unrelenting flow of her arousal pairing far too well with the audible eagerness of his marauding mouth as it watered in response to the meal he was making of her pussy.

Flurry threw her head back up to the clouds as she gasped, followed by a loud, unapologetically horny moan. Shade nibbled on her neck again from behind as her body let off little shivers of delight from Krim’s lips suctioning down over her crotch with relentless repetition.

Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh, I’m so improper! How could I like it so much? Oh fucking hell, please slow down! Ah, please stop kissing it so good! Fuck! Flurry thought to herself with squinting eyes aimed toward the sky, her guilt rising in perfect parallel with her pleasure as it boiled higher and higher from the scalie ruffian slathering and sucking on her mound.

Krim’s panting breaths quickened, and his pattern of suckling kisses came faster and faster, one after the other as he lashed at her folds with his tongue and nibbled on her clit between kisses, doing anything and everything his mouth could physically do to indulge in the theft of such a special and sacred treasure. A greedy enthusiasm overtook him. He was insatiably eating out royalty, and he couldn’t get enough. “Mmm, mmmnn. Mmlluah! What a tasty little pony pussy! Mmmn! Mnnnuhh, hoh yeuh! Uuhhmmm! Mmmmluuh!” he commented between zealous, throaty moans, absolutely macking on her puffy labia with sadistic satisfaction as he gorged his senses on the Crystal Princess’s defenseless pink pussy.

Why did it get her going so much when he made those brutish sounds? What was wrong with her? Flurry hated how vocal he was—or rather, she hated that she loved how vocal he was—as he devoured her.

He was making the most possessive and hungry-sounding noises she’d ever heard from a male as he tongued and kissed and sucked on her sensitive and over-stimulated pussy folds, shooting white-hot shocks of thought-clouding ecstasy straight through her head with every little thing his mouth did to her down there. She flinched and twitched in Shade’s lap each time Krim concentrated a lick or a kiss anywhere near her clitoral hood. She just couldn’t help how good it felt, and after sinking this far down into the degeneracy they’ve forced on her, she didn’t want to anymore, either.

The sounds of not only his mouth going all over her slit, but the greedy, low-toned grunts of satisfaction that came from him—even his lewd comment of her taste—made her feel radiant and beloved in a way no compliment or mirror ever could.

It was so twisted, she thought to herself. It was just a thoughtless, horny utterance of how badly these boys wanted her... but somehow, them wanting her that bad made her feel one-of-a-kind, like she was the most precious girl in the world; the most gorgeous thing they could ever have to themselves... and she loved this feeling. It was so flattering in such a crooked, self-deprecating way, made all the more shameful by the fact it had stemmed from getting her pussy hurriedly eaten out by an impatient dragon thug tartarus-bent on memorizing every last curve and flavor of her royal little kitty as he ran his mouth all over it like it was the last piece of succulent fruit in a desert.

A part of Flurry didn't even want to be rescued anymore. She couldn't bear the thought of another soul seeing her like this. The fact that nobody knew this was happening to her had morphed from a notion of terror to one of solace as her mind clung to the margins of decency. The immense pleasure and adulating bodily worship she was being subjected to was threatening to push her headspace over that precipice of depravity—something she knew she couldn't stop, and so found herself thanking the stars that absolutely no one would be around to see it inevitably happen.

Cotton had seen countless dignitaries, nobles, soldiers, and commoners all kneel before Flurry Heart for one reason or another, seeing someone knelt in front of a princess like her was par for the course... but seeing someone knelt in front of her to better have at her exposed pussy, however, was an incredibly titillating change of context to the otherwise familiar-looking dynamic.

The red drake rested down on one knee and had his face buried between Flurry’s thighs, his head tilting left and right, nodding up and down as he ate her out for all she was worth. His hands held flat against her thighs, her legs pulled outward by the other two drakes to keep her splayed wide and fully accessible to the red’s hungry maw. His crimson tail swished about behind him; a clear sign of a dragon having a very good time.

Cotton’s heart was beating out of his chest, his face hot and flush at what he was seeing happen. The obscene spectacle had gotten so raunchy—so egregiously pornographic—that he began to contemplate if he should even tell anyone about this at all. What would he even say? Would Flurry even want that, now that the things they were doing to her had gotten so filthy and explicit? How would he describe it in a report he’d surely be made to give? What words could he possibly use to make the details sound as dignified as possible?

I laid prone in a field and watched Her Majesty, Princess Flurry Heart, get kissed, groped, spanked, stripped, fondled, fingered, and eaten out for over an hour and a half, sir! came a hypothetical exaggeration of how he’d word things when having to explain himself and what he saw—what he was still seeing. For every aspect of her violation Cotton couldn’t see directly, he watched her reaction to it instead.

Flurry was staring down with wide eyes at the red drake as he devoured her intimates. She shook her head back and forth in protest, wording something-or-other—likely begging him to stop. She shut her eyes tight, brows knitting together in pleasure, and tilted her head straight up as her mouth fell open in an obvious moan.

Seeing her respond with such energy and fervor from receiving interspecies cunnilingus was somehow slightly more erotic for Cotton to watch than the actual assault itself. She just looked so beautiful, making faces he’d never seen on her before as she was dragged further and further through a gauntlet of amorous torture.

Cotton had already caught himself subtly humping the air earlier when the red dragon had claw-fucked Flurry while lavishing at her clit, but now it was finally getting to be too much for him to see. He could no longer just ignore his arousal like he had been.

His stallionhood jumped, causing him to tense up his calves in an attempt to quell the unrelenting ache his neglected hard-on was giving him.

He unconsciously, instinctually reached down with his free hoof and clenched his cock as it stood at attention, trying desperately to ease the pent-up stress from watching his first and only crush getting absolutely ruined in the hottest, most debasing ways he could’ve possibly conjured up.

He watched her wiggle her hips left and right in the lap of the ebony drake, responding needily to the red’s ravenous maw pushing into the center of her bliss. A somber grimace was on her face, her muzzle still tilted up but her eyes aiming down at the draconic mouth arrogantly eating out her presented pussy.

Cotton looked down to the familiar, throbbing meat cradled in his hoof, astonished at how much relief just that brief touch alone gave him, and was craving more.

You’re sick! Literally! Look at you! You’re sick in the head! You’re not well! What is wrong with you!? his conscience viciously ostracized him, though the urge he felt was strong, and totally discounted the voice of his better half.

If they don’t take her, and just finish and flee, surely she wouldn’t want me to ever tell anyone this happened to her, right? She wouldn’t even want me to know this happened to her. Maybe I could just trot back over when they’re done with her and pretend like I never knew a thing, that way nobody would ever have to know that I saw this, not even her, he mused to himself, slowly constructing a half-baked justification to excuse himself into rubbing out the immense burden his youthful stallion libido had given him.

I can’t focus very well when I’m like this anyway. If I could just- he gave his erection a single, downward stroke,
-make it a little easier on myself, I-... I would feel better so I could- he glided his hoof slowly up and down the length of his shaft, -so I could pay better attention to-... to which way they’ll go if they take her!

Cotton was a bad liar, even to himself, but the endlessly rousing situation his perfect, gorgeous princess was in had eaten away at his judgement layer by layer, and the little voice in his head was on its last legs.

He’d already made up his mind, evidenced by the urgent motions of his hoof running up and down his cock with no hesitation. He was only rummaging for logic loopholes to ease his own guilt now.

Besides... he panted softly, now actively pleasuring himself as he continued peering through the spyglass.

I don’t have to report everything, I can just leave this out. I’ll say I was in the field watching to see where they’d take her, because that’s true. I’m here to help her, that’s the main thing... so this is fine.

Cotton settled into his pseudo-rationalization, vindicating himself as he masturbated to his own princess getting held down and lovingly, patiently molested by three scalie goons.

A small white gob of excitement collected at the tip of his member and dribbled down its length, wetting his hoof as it rubbed frantically up and down the span of his stallionhood.

“It’s fine,” Cotton whispered to himself, repeating the ill-conceived rationale. He knew full-well it was nonsense, but he was far too horny to care as he watched Flurry squirm in the clutches of the three drakes, shaking her head no as a dragon tongue danced across her folds. She threw her head back up to the clouds as her hips began to hump desperately into the mouth of the crimson dragon emphatically feasting on her royal pussy.

“No, no, no, no, noooo! Please, nnnuuuuuhh, huuaaah!” Flurry wailed, both her mind and body betraying her as her hips rose up to meet the lascivious oral servicing to her sex.

Krim flicked his tongue across her clit, then slithered it up inside her hole and twirled it around along her inner walls. The intrusion of that long, alien tendril into her velvety pink channel was all it took for a third wave of intense bodily rapture to come crashing down on her as she erupted into another orgasm.

Every muscle from her abdomen down locked up as she took in a deep gasp of air, letting it out in a long, shuddering, high-pitched moan that bordered close to a full scream. She humped into Krim’s maw once, twice, three times, four, five, six. Krim happily lapped up her gushing wetness, inside and out, savoring the sensation of her pussy gripping down around his tongue as her hips ground themselves into his working snout. His mouth went all over her outer folds, and his tongue all over her insides, doing his best to lave up every last bit of her now-flowing nectar.

He hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed his head into her groin, giving her entire labia one last harsh, demanding, full-mouth kiss. He held himself in the lip-lock with her nethers for several seconds, moaning deep into it and suckling hard and hungrily on her soft pink pussy lips, causing Flurry to arch her back, her waning moan jumping right back to a near-scream while her hips eagerly gyrated into his face.

Krim finally broke the kiss, and pulled his head away. Her juices dribbled down the smug grin he wore as he admired his handiwork. Flurry fell back into Shade’s chest as she came back down from her third thunderous crest of the day. She lay wilted and motionless on top of him, her eyes closed, looking almost like she was asleep if it weren’t for her deep and erratic breathing.

Shade released his grip on her limbs, letting a hindleg fall limp. He snaked his arms under her forelegs and wrapped them around her midsection from behind, putting her in a couples-esque two-arm hug as he pulled her deeper into his chest, snuggling her in his massive arms.

“You did so good, sweetie!” Shade cooed to her, holding her tightly against him.

Flurry was exhausted. Never in her life had her body been through anything even close to this! Had these barbarians really made her cum three times in a row? She felt like a weakling, beating herself up for not holding out longer; not keeping up her fighting spirit. She’d let Krim get into her head and allowed him unfettered access to her fetish. She’d submitted to these boys, chosen pleasure over pride. She’d given them her body, and let them have everything they wanted. What kind of a princess was she now?

She tried to tell herself it had been in her best interests to stop fighting, or that she had no choice, or that they would have made her cum anyway, but a part of her just couldn’t believe that. In the back of her head, she knew she’d played a role.

She liked being their plaything; liked being a helpless puddle of pleasured princess overpowered by a bunch of burly bad boys. That was the real reason she’d cum three times. Shade was right, she did love it. They had made her love it, and the only ember of fight she had left was trying to keep their own victory hidden from them; to not let on. If there was any dignity she could scrape together now, it was in keeping from them the knowledge of just how completely they’d poisoned her mind with wanton desire.

Then, in her daze of wallowing shame, she heard three simple but terrifying words that cut clean through the swelling fog of her sullied mind.

“You’re up, Dan.”