Quashed

"What do you think of my terms?" asked Cadance, spinning around. Her dress was kicked aside, leaving her in only her jewelry and her shoes. "All of your men in exchange for my compliance in bed."

Jericho leaned back. He'd not considered claiming the princess herself. He was sure that if anything came of this deal, ten crystal ponies with a life sentence would find themselves with a new option. "Two hundred men, and some women as well. Are you certain your body can handle that hell?"

Cadance sat down. "If I have to form lines and service them five at a time, I'd rather do that than harm the crystal ponies. I don't want any harm to come to them, so I must take this route."

"What of your husband?" asked Jericho. "What does he think? Surely this arrangement would cause a big stink. He was adamant that a sentence for life was preferable to enslaving criminals; you're his wife. What makes you so certain that his temper won't rise, when he finds that you're servicing hundreds of guys?"

Cadance turned away. "He'll be exceptionally pissed off, that much is true. I know he won't like this, but he's the one who was so against having our citizens take this burden. He'll have to understand that we must somehow pay the price for using your army to take back Equestria. There are, of course, a few conditions."

Jericho nodded. "Let us hear these conditions before we decide. I'd rather know beforehand whether or not we should take this ride."

"Aside from the earlier conditions involving my staying here, I will give nothing until the objective is complete. Once we have Equestria back in Celestia and Luna's hands, and Twilight is safe, only then will you be gifted with your prize. Starting on that date, I maintain the right to renegotiate this deal every year. If my husband is still livid, he may be willing to grant your request a bit more easily.

"Second, I must still adhere to my royal duties. To that end, I may be unavailable throughout the day, but I will make an effort to afford four hours a night just for this in the beginning. As time goes on, this may change for my health. After all, you promised that you would not harm your slave."

"I did promise that, and I shall keep my word," promised Jericho. "After all, you're just one, and we're a whole herd. However, another condition must be discussed, if our prize is to be you sating our lust. Five sessions, specifically, I'll request in your bed. The last four can be any order, so long as they're fed. The first is the night that we agree and shake hands. That will show us exactly where your experience stands. Three will be granted when the princesses arrive. We'll only collect if they come back alive. The last is for when we take Canterlot Castle. On the day that this happens, I shall cum in your arsehole."

Cadance leaned back. "Just you, or do you plan on bringing friends?"

Jericho smiled. "I'm quite generous to my friends, of course they can join. We'll even provide free contraceptives, so you needn't spend coin."

Cadance nodded. She stood up from her chair and moved over to the bed, where she lay down and spread her legs. "I agree to your terms. Shall we begin?"

Jericho stood and walked to the bed. Standing beside her, he grasped her hand and gave it a firm shake. "It's a deal. You are mine until the sun hits the sky. In the meantime, I'll be committing it to paper with Malakai."

"You're not starting now?"

"Before you can see the prince's erection, you must first satisfy my personal inspection." Jaxton sat down next to Cadance, his hands reaching forward and grabbing her breasts. She flinched, as her instincts demanded, but quickly calmed down. this had been her idea, after all. "Your heart rate is entirely too fast. Calm yourself, this is meant to last."

Cadance nodded and tried to relax. On a carnal level, she was enjoying the act. That much was a good thing. She had just agreed to do this for a year following five sessions, it would be best if she developed a taste for it. Still, her thumb moved to her ring finger, caressing her wedding band to remind her who she really belonged to. She was doing this for him.

Jax's hands moved down her body, caressing every square inch of skin as he went. As his fingers slipped between her legs, she tensed up, biting her lip as he circled her clitoris. She was sure he was about to plunge his fingers in, but he instead continued down her leg, gently massaging her thigh as he went. He didn't stop until her reached her foot.

"A good slave washes before presentation," he chided, taking off her shoe. "An odour can sully your demonstration. Still, there are those who enjoy that sort of thing. Whether it's your feet, your ears, or even your wing." He rubbed her foot, even going so far as to slip his fingers between her toes. There were sweaty bits of lint that needed to be pulled out. He moved on to her other foot, while she tried her hardest not to laugh. She couldn't help it; she was ticklish.

Jax worked his way up her other leg, back to her groin. Now for sure he would stick his fingers in, right? Wrong. He commanded her to roll over, and lie on her shoulders and knees with her wings spread out. His hands ran all over her back and her wings. When he found himself between her shoulder blades, she was unable to stifle a loud moan as her wingtips fluttered. That was a sensitive area for her. Thankfully, he didn't stay for long, running his fingers through her mane and tail. They were luscious and luxuriant. He could run his fingers all the way through without any hint of catch, meaning it would not tangle. With a twist, he could feel its strength. This was very manageable hair.

After checking her arms and finding more ticklish spots in her armpits, he finally slipped his fingers into her pussy. He had no trouble, as the fondling had made her very moist, and she was dripping her musky arousal down her thighs. Her breathing had become laboured, and she was glad to be on a bed. As his fingers explored her caverns, he made sure to caress and massage every bit of flesh he could find. When her pleasure was about to reach a climax, he suddenly twisted his hand around and pressed hard against her clitoral network several times in rapid succession. He knew exactly where to press, how hard to press, and for how long. With little effort, he had caused her to feel immense pleasure to the point where his arm was now drenched in her vaginal discharge, up to the elbow. He withdrew his fingers for a taste.

As she caught her breath, she was presented with the contract. It was already signed by Jericho, meaning it was her turn. As soon as her hand stopped shaking, she signed it. If this was to be the way she was treated in the future, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.