Thorax's Curse: A Standard Occurrence
Every time this happened, Thorax told himself it would be the last. He never believed it—"How could I help taking advantage of a princess, much less one so full of love?" Thorax would rationalize to himself—but he always said it, and it never came true.
Thorax sat with Flurry Heart in her nursery. He'd long since given up trying to make her stop chewing her Whammy—nearly getting laser-blasted by the toddler after taking it away left him with the opinion that his life was worth more than a stuffed snail.
But not that much more, he knew.
It had been half an hour since Princess Cadance and Shining Armor had left for the evening, and, almost like clockwork, Thorax was feeling his urges begin to rise.
As the direct descendent of the Alicorn of Love, Flurry Heart was chock-full of love herself, but there was something else to it. If she wasn't so young, Thorax would have been tempted to call it lust, and that's most likely what it was. It saturated Thorax's heart and mind the more he was around her, pushing his will to act on his love-seeking instincts, and curse himself as he might, Thorax could never muster much resistance.
Soon, there it was again: the telltale flutter in his heart, the rousing of his changeling love-sense. And then, soon after, a twitch in his groin, the tip of his penis peeking out of its sheath.
Thorax looked over at Flurry, who was still wrestling with her Whammy. She'd gotten herself turned around so she was facing away, and her tail was flipped over back, leaving nothing to obscure the tiny labia sitting beneath her dock and tailhole.
"Why does this always happen?" he groaned to himself, though he couldn't tear his eyes away from the tiny filly's privates.
His penis grew harder as it slipped further from his sheath. It was a long, relatively thin organ, dark green unlike his dark, chitinous skin, that tapered outwards into a flare at the tip. But for the color and lack of medial ring, it could almost be mistaken for a pony stallion's penis. It stood straight from Thorax's lap, waiting for him to act on its presence. Trying to wait it out before had only made the urge to act worse. Ignoring it outright had thrown him blind into a horny rush that, thankfully, left Flurry Heart unhurt, though she was crying and covered in his semen when he came back to his senses.
She always seemed to hate that part.
Sitting there on the floor, Thorax lit his horn and picked Flurry up in his magic. After a moment's resistance, she gave a little giggle and let go of her stuffed snail. Thorax turned her face-up and brought her small body to his chest, and she relaxed into the cradle of his forelegs. The only thing Flurry Heart seemed to enjoy more than chewing her Whammy was being held by Uncle Thorax.
Lifting Flurry slightly, Thorax craned his head down to look under her tail again. There they were, the little tailhole sitting right below her impossibly tiny labia. With a sigh, he raised his head to look Flurry Heart in the eye and made his promise again. "This is the last time," he whispered, though he didn't believe it. "I swear it."
Vow uttered, Thorax moved one of his hooves between Flurry's hind legs and up to her chest, stroking the fluffy fur there. Flurry giggled again, wiggling slightly in Thorax's grip as he rubbed in circles on her chest. Soon, though, he moved his hoof down over her abdomen and past her belly button to between her thighs, just above her labia. If there was some price of admission for taking advantage of her body for his own pleasure, he could only hope it would be paid by trying to give her some of her own.
Passing the point of no return once again, Thorax moved his hoof to her labia, stroking at the tiny lips and hoping it felt good to her. Her face showed no specific reaction to his touch, and he fought the urge to actually ask the tiny filly how it felt. Instead, he lifted her body and bent his head down to kiss her. On instinct, she tried to wrap her little forelegs around his neck, keeping him there longer while he rubbed blindly at her young lips. Eventually, though, he broke her weak grip and took his hoof away from her privates. When he looked at his hoof, there wasn't a hint of moisture on it.
Thorax's penis was achingly erect now, its patience exhausted as it now demanded he act upon the filly's body. He laid the filly face-down on the floor and stood over her. Flurry made a small whimper of confusion as she looked back at Thorax, but she didn't move. Stepping forward and over Flurry Heart, Thorax took her tail in his magic and, when he was close enough, wrapped it around his erection.
He inhaled sharply as the soft hairs caressed his length, his eyes going out of focus. He placed a hoof on Flurry's back between her wings, lightly pushing down on her to hold her still, and began to buck his hips forward while sliding her tail up and down his length. Flurry whined at the tail-pulling and the pressure on her back, but her squirming against Thorax's hoof was ineffective.
His pulse quickening as the filly began to grow more restless, Thorax knew he had to finish quickly. He slid her tail more quickly along his length, thrusting harder into it. A familiar pressure began to build within him, a tightness building. Flurry seemed to sense it, and her whimpering and whining turned into crying. With one last thrust of his hips, Thorax jerked Flurry's tail down to the base of his erection and, his penis flaring wide, ejaculated on the filly's body.
Ropes of his semen shot from his tip, soaking Flurry Heart's body in his seed. Each forward twitch of his hips sent a new shot into her mane, or over her wings as Flurry flapped them against his weight. He released her tail, taking a jerky step backward as he fired again, this time all over the crystalline floor of the nursery. Flurry laid face-down and crying in a puddle nearly the same color as her coat as Thorax wordlessly finished cumming on the floor nearby, the splashes of white tapering in volume until his penis began to shrink back into his body.
Throwing aside his guilt, Thorax hurried back to Flurry Heart, picking up the dripping, sobbing filly. "Shh-shh-shh, it's okay," he said, pleading for her to calm down. "Let's get you a bath."
He floated the soaked filly onto his back and made for the nursery bathroom. The rest of the cleanup could happen later.
Author's Note
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