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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open your eyes,” Shade cooed to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer me,” Shade growled softly.

Flurry whimpered and nodded her head rapidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Apologize!” he barked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’d fuck her so hard... he thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hadn’t been watching!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note

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