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

Chapters

Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 1
Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 2
Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 3

Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 1

Author's Note

Hey, fellow weirdos! The long-awaited sequel to The Royal Brat's Reality Check is kind of finally here.
By 'kind of', I mean that I elected to release this story incomplete, unlike how the first was released completely finished and was slowly touched up with QA passes overtime after initial publication. Reason being, I am quite proud of the degenerate filth I've written up so far, and have been struggling with motivation to keep writing despite having all the ideas and juicy details already lined up for a long while now. My hope is that by publishing the good stuff I have so far, it will kick me in the butt and help me finish this sequel sooner rather than later, as now I'll (hopefully) have an audience for this specific work that I would feel bad to leave hanging. There should only be 2 parts left to be written and published ~~as well as multiple quiet Quality Assurance passes over the coming months/years after that, just like I did with the first installment~~.

Also just like the first installment, this was written as a no-expense-spared clopfic comprised of about 90% smut that is of the highest quality I feel I am capable of producing.

I thank you in advance for any feedback you have to offer, positive or negative. Be it constructive with improving my writing techniques or just stemming from your own personal tastes/reactions!

Smut contents of this story have been written with human sexual anatomy in mind for all female characters, meaning while body shape is show-accurate and feral, there will be no equine-specific sexual anatomy references of any kind, such as crotch breasts or 'winking'. Sexual anatomy of male characters are given no such alignment to humans.
Also keep in mind, this series has an automatic implication that all characters depicted have their sense of morality/inhibitions overwritten by base hormonal urges at one point or another, exclusively for the sake of maintaining a consistent ~~excuse for~~ source of spiciness without sacrificing character believability too much.
~~Translation: Everybody in this story belongs in horny jail by the end.~~

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Special thanks to DaWarWolf for plentiful help with pre-reading, feedback, and encouragement.
Special thanks to tailsopony for valuable writing and publishing advise.

Disclaimer!

Remember! Pornography-induced dopamine rushes are dangerously addictive, especially for younger individuals! Porn is not, and never will be an accurate reflection/depiction of any healthy and successful real-life relationships, period. Over-consumption/reliance on porn can wreak devastating havoc on ones mind, body, and personal relationships in their private life. All pornography is intentionally crafted to be an unrealistic fantasy, and that's where it should always remain. Please pace yourself and consume all forms of degenerate online filth responsibly.
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Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 1

Flurry Heart began to stir from her slumber, bits and pieces of her consciousness gradually beginning to flicker back to her. She felt herself drifting aimlessly through an endless pink mist, ensconced in a soft, fluffy little cloud that hugged her whole body and soothed every muscle. It cradled her in a state of perpetual ease that she had no clue how long she'd been in as she was wafted through that weightless, surrealistic haven around her. Not a single care managed to cross her mind while buried in this shroud of inexplicable comfort she slowly began to register herself in. She couldn't even remember the last time she felt this relaxed. In fact, she couldn't remember anything at all, nor did she have any desire to. She could be here forever, right here in this peaceful paradise of perfect, blissful nothing.

The cotton candy lump that she was nestled in was by no means dormant as it floated her through that loving and delicate void of calm. It was, in fact, an active participant in the blanket of comfort she was so happily snuggled in, wisping all around her, roving across her body, doubling as both her ferrying guide through infinite serenity, as well as her personally sized and oh-so-plush body pillow that made even the idea of moving a single inch seem like an unforgivable sin.

She laid placid and prone on her stomach—totally unmoving—as it swirled under her belly and rolled over her back, pressing firm into her shoulders and gliding down her calves—relieving any and all worked up tensions she didn't know she'd had. She felt simply wonderful as it kneaded her flesh from all directions, working out any and all aches or pains hidden away in her tendons as it wrapped her in an exquisite, full-body massage that effortlessly plucked out any inkling of stress or worry from both the front and back of her mind with those dulcifying sensations as the instrument of choice.

boooommm

Flurry felt the tentative, soothing motions focusing into two distinct points of pressure that worked into her curves in tandem. They pushed deeper down into the soft tissues of her muscles with a firm and profoundly appreciative intent, keeping her wrapped taut in a cocoon of contentment as they thoroughly rubbed along her bare backside.

She exhaled her satisfaction, a faint blip of a moan breaching through her whispered breaths. That touch felt so good, coaxing the stresses of life straight up out of her with a delightful precision. The two spots of pressure dug right into where she needed them most, pressing into the small of her back before separating apart, then cupping her sides like deft hands and running upward in a gentle squeeze before gliding back down to her hips with the sensual patience and tact of an expert masseur.

Wait... masseur...? Hands...? Yeah, they did feel an awful lot like hands... talented hands. Talented and... taloned, perhaps? Why yes, she hadn't even noticed she'd felt the subtle combing of claws running through her fur in the midst of all those tender attentions.

But... who that had hands and not hooves would dare lay them upon-

Oh, of course! Dareeth, the royal griffin masseuse! That wasn't some magical cloud, those were the paws of a trusted and loyal palace servant wandering dutifully across her furred skin. No one else's hands could possibly make her feel this good—and boy, did they ever!

His hands rolled deep into her center back at either side of her spine, trailing upwards and pushing down nice and firm as they went. Flurry's wings partially unfolded, raising up instinctively to give that experienced touch better access to where she wanted it most.

boooooommmm

The relief those massaging hands brought felt like undiluted paradise... but much more-so than usual for some reason. She felt soreness she had no memory of that was being pulled up out of her with every placid squeeze and lenitive rub along her backside. Flurry could feel from every little movement of those hands just how badly she needed this session in particular, but she had no idea why, and was seriously struggling to care, either... as long as he kept it up.

After all, her favorite time of the whole week was getting to lay down on the masseuse table and let her mind go blank for two hours, intentionally losing herself in this divine and dreamy limbo of tranquility while she received the experienced ministrations of a veteran spa servant whose anatomy allowed for massages that were entire worlds better than anything a hoof could achieve.

His hands slid further up her back and wrapped around the bases of her wings, cupping her shoulder blades right where those extravagant aerial appendages stuck out and squeezing down around the ball-socket joints, gripping them tightly as he began a gentle series of sensuous tugs and pulls.

Oh stars! Yes! Right there! Oh, I need that! Flurry's brows knitted together and she sighed out her bliss through the foggy daze, raising her wings higher and subtly arching her back in response. He pulled her wings back, angling them down toward her hips, then rolled them out opposite each other, then pushed them straight up toward her neck, setting it as a tempo, slow and stern. Down, out, up, in, over and over, tilting and swiveling and pulling and pushing the two magnificent, feathery limbs in a rhythm of care and finesse.

Flurry let out a soft little moan of comfort as she laid prone on her belly and allowed Dareeth to work his magic. His hands took absolute control over her, his grip on her wing bases commandeering those stiff and versatile joints, tweaking and craning them to-and-fro, then rolling them in circles with demanding force that her wings instantly submitted to, stretching out the resistant muscle tissues and unraveling all the unseen aches right at their tightest points in a way she could never do on her own.

booommmmm

Flurry wanted more than anything right now to stay locked in this moment, her subconscious mind having trained itself to block out any interruptions, refusing to let anything pull her out of her precious catharsis. She kept her focus lasered in on every little action from those amazing hands. They clenched down in closed fists around each base of her wings and started moving up and down in a reverse-milking motion—each hand tightening around its respective humerus and tugging upward, then loosening and sliding back down in an interchanging rhythm of left, then right.

She loved it so much when he got to her wings like that, it was the best part of the whole session by far. Stars above, the things a griffin's clawed hands could do back there! Her wings were always feeling stiff, having either been tucked inside a special gown for an event or just pressed rigid against her sides all day long as she maintained her flawless, radiant posture walking through the palace halls.

Her wings further unfurled themselves in unconscious gratitude to those stroking motions flawlessly prying her imperious princess persona apart and strewing it out in delicate pieces all over the massage table. This was the only time she ever felt comfortable enough to truly let her hair down and be vulnerable.

He released his grip on her wing bones and slid his hands down to her back, his fingers splayed apart as they traveled lower and lower, ruffling through the soft fur of her coat in a rather enticing fashion that was—come to think of it—quite uncharacteristic of Dareeth's usual methods. It felt like a touch meant for his enjoyment, instead of hers, but surely that wasn't the case. Dareeth was nothing if not trustworthy.

His descending hands stopped at the middle of her lower back, just above where her hips began. His palms pressed firmly down and began to roll into the malleable flesh in wide, opposite circles in a methodical, deep-tissue massage.

Wuh? W-...wait! Was that it? Flurry whined to herself.

Dareeth usually spent way, way, way more time on her wings. He knew it was her favorite part! Why'd he move elsewhere so soon? Oh well, he knows what he's doing, and this still felt wonderful. He'll probably go right back up to them any moment now.

...

Except he didn't. Instead, his hands went lower still—down to the small of her back—then slid outward to either side and grabbed hold of her hips... tightly.

What was he doing? Was she sliding forward too much? He was grabbing her hips rather forcefully, like he was about to pull her back onto the massage table... but his hands just stayed there, gripping her hips in a strangely... possessive hold. Had something distracted him? It was so unlike Dareeth to pause their session out of nowhere like this.

booooommmm

Suddenly, his right hand left her hip and grabbed the base of her tail, pulling it up and aside with an unkind and seemingly impatient speed.

WOAH there, big boy!

A subtle grimace formed on her sleeping face and a faint groan emanated from her throat as she weakly protested from within the now-fracturing confines of her semi-conscious daze, but she refused to abandon her little corner of bliss just yet.

What the hell was he doing? He was about to break her out of her heavenly lull! That's the worst thing anyone could possibly do to her; disturb her peace—accidentally or otherwise. He would know that better than anyone!

Dareeth had worked at the palace for over a decade, and he was very familiar with her hyper-specific preferences, short temper, and abnormally high standards. He knew his job would be in jeopardy if just a single session with the royal daughter went poorly, let alone if he overstepped his bounds and pissed her off. He wouldn't throw all that away doing something like this!

...So what was he doing pulling her tail up and just... holding it there?

At least there was a towel there to cover-... wait a minute. Was there a towel? She didn't feel a towel, but this deep into her massages, she'd rarely feel anything except Dareeth's hands anyway. Surely it'd be silly to break the routine over something so trivial. It'd take her another half-hour to get back into this wondrous trance again. It was the whole reason she loved these massages so much; retreating into herself and getting totally lost in her private mind-garden that no worry could ever breach while Dareeth took complete care of everything else from the outside. She must be mistaken. She wouldn't have laid down and let him start if she'd forgotten the towel, right? Dareeth would have reminded her before he began if she had forgotten to cover her rump with a towel. He was respectable and always took his job very seriously!

What if she forgot the towel, and he thought she wanted him to see her ass, so he said nothing and just began? Did a slip-up on her part make him think she was silently signaling for this session to include some sort of new 'taboo intimacy' element, and that's why he was being so weirdly bold with her tail right now? Was he holding it out of the way so he could... see her naked flanks up close and totally unobstructed?

The thought immediately snagged in Flurry's head, coiling itself around the forefront of her mind. Did her own masseur find her just so beautiful that he was willing to risk his career—or even his freedom—over the opportunity to gawk at her exposed butt just one single time? A subtle blush formed behind the pink lace fur on her cheeks as she ruminated on that particular possibility. Why did such a notion shoot a powerful spike of excitement through her?

The idea ultimately stemmed from the fact she was desirable and... sexy, so of course it was deeply flattering but... there was more to it than that. There was something so scandalously appealing about a boy taking uninvited initiative to ogle her nakedness; letting his eyes have unfettered access to places on her body none but only the finest of suitors would have the privilege of seeing.

What an idea... showing a young male commoner—a total nobody—something so naughty and special. Deliberately flashing him a direct peek at the most beautiful thing he'll never be worthy to have. To purposefully make both his imagination and hormones blaze into overdrive from just one little peep at her exposed-

Stop it! That's horrifically unladylike! Alright, dammit! Think! Remember! Is there a stupid towel covering my ass or isn't there? thought Flurry, the cozy bliss she so desperately wanted to hold on to now beginning to splinter.

Flurry's internal conflict with her own memory was rapidly pulling her out of her habitual reverie, previously numbed faculties quickly returning to the grasp of her mind one after the other as her frustrations rose and full consciousness began to break through.

The hand holding her tail tossed it carelessly up onto her back and out of the way, and the other hand slid up and off her hip. Suddenly, two thumbs jabbed intrusively into the crevice of her ass, and clawed fingers squeezed down on either globe, roughly gripping each individual tush before spreading them widely and lewdly apart, completely exposing the entirety of her tailhole and most of her petite cleft, the force of the motion splaying the two holes open and revealing the intimate pink inside of each to whoever owned those clearly malicious and greedy hands.

boooooommmmmm

Flurry gasped aloud as her eyes shot open. She immediately looked over her shoulder at the rough hands treating her royal tush like that of a broodmare whose feminine value needed to be directly inspected. Several Earth-shattering realizations bombarded her all at once:

She was not safe and sound on a massage table in her palace.
Those hadn't been a trained griffin masseuse's hands that'd been touching her all that time.
The shirtless, black-scaled brute she was locking eyes with was most definitely not Dareeth.
Those loud, thunderous booms her mind had been habitually trying to ignore were the signature noises of a violent storm raging through the skies outside her carriage.
Said carriage was now currently serving as the vessel for her own abduction.
Worst of all: she hadn't been out cold from a simple nap, but rather, she'd been literally tongue-fucked unconscious just a few hours earlier, the unbearably graphic and explicit memories of her ordeal back in that field inundating her newly lucid mind to revitalize her horrible reality. She'd only just recovered from being sexually abused by three vicious, cruel, aggressively dissolute draconic rogues that'd coordinated all-too-effectively to violate her young body in the most mind-breakingly pleasurable ways she'd never been so dirty as to have imagined.

...

And to make matters worse, there was,

in fact,

without a doubt...

absolutely no towel to be found, as evidenced by the thuggish, bipedal drake's hands currently squishing down on each pliable mound of her royal assflesh and spreading her naked butt apart with a horribly perverted amount of force and a viciously pornographic apathy for any personal boundaries.

"Have a good nap, sleepy head?" Shade said in a teasing tone, sporting a toothy grin that grew wider as he looked back down to the explicitly displayed view of her pulled-open little tail-hole and parted pussy petals to his prying eyes.

"Don't FUCKING touch me!" Flurry screeched out in panic, yanking her rump out of his vile clutches and twisting onto her side, hurriedly scooching further back into the upholstery she'd found herself laying on.

Shade chuckled at her snap-back reaction and calmly moved closer, bending down on one knee and pressing up against the edge of the seating. He tilted his head coyly and looked her in the face with a gentle expression. "Seemed like you were enjoying yourself for a while there. I could tell you woke up but didn't want me to stop," he said all too amusedly.

Flurry shot him a sour glare, her ears folding down in offense as she tried to hide her chagrin.

He was right. She'd let herself get lost in those wonderful feelings that'd roused her from her slumber, choosing to stay there for far too long while his gropey talons had been delicately roving over her naked body the entire time!

She frantically looked over herself, instantly paranoid of what else he'd been doing to her while she was nude and unconscious. Her eyes roamed down to her hind hooves, then over her shoulder and up to her wings, searching her fur for any discolorations that would show signs of abuse—be them red like blood from a wound, or traces of white like... something far more intimate from him.

Flurry tucked her tail up in between her hindlegs, her wings ruffling out and falling down over her rump to cover as much of her lower-half as possible. She looked back at him with a scowl, absolute venom in her eyes.

A sly lip-curl formed along the corner of Shade's muzzle as he took in the sight of her newly defensive body language, his eyes roaming up and down her with an unsettling hunger before meeting her gaze with his own.

His grin grew big and snide as they shared eye contact, loving that he could see the exact same fire in those pretty, light-blue eyes that he'd seen when they'd first met. In fact, there was an almost poetic similarity to everything about this moment compared to when he'd first opened that carriage door and sized up his prize.

She was in the exact same pose, laying in the exact same spot, and looking at him the exact same way as when she'd caught his eyes drifting down to her dress-covered rump in this very same coach earlier in the day. The only difference now was... she was entirely nude, but that wasn't hindering her signature glower one bit.

No wonder so many ex-staffers of the palace nicknamed her 'Fury Heart' in their recounts. Even after all she'd been through, she still had more spite to offer. Just one single nap, and her feisty attitude had immediately recovered from everything they'd put her body through. Shade huffed amusedly out of his nostrils as he absorbed the brunt of her confident death-stare.

What a beautiful firecracker she is, he thought to himself, secretly enthused by her rejuvenated hostility.

Back in the field, he'd been high on the thrill of dethroning her from that caustic ego of hers, positively loving the challenge of teaching a snooty young princess her place, and then making her like it no matter how long it took—no matter how many screaming orgasms had to be ripped from her beautiful, writhing body. Seeing that look of rebellious defiance searing out of her gorgeous, daggered eyes meant only that there was still more work to be done in that regard, which was something he took a fetishized excitement in.

A particularly bright flash of lightning pulled Flurry's attention to the pink-silken-draped window beside her, turning her head away from Shade and looking out through it to the dense woods outside the carriage as they were briefly lit up by the storm, followed by another loud crack of thunder reverberating through the forest.

She paused for a moment, organizing her memories now that everything in her head was back on the shelf and ready to examine. Her mind ran through the day's events, reliving every single beat in her head at breakneck speed from start to finish.

Suckering Cotton Cream into hauling her carriage out to that damn flower field that she'd never be able to think of the same way again. Sending him off to do the manual labor she knew she could have done thrice as fast herself. Three bipedal drakes finding her alone in her carriage, seizing her, holding her down, kissing her, groping her, stripping her, taunting her, touching her...

...tonguing her...

The things they'd said to her while they had abused her suddenly seemed so much more infuriating now that she could look back on her ordeal from afar, removed from the agonizing pleasure and burning humiliation that'd beared down on her during it all... but as she thought back, racing through the events in chronological order, one specific statement echoed in her head... something Shade had said to her that she remembered giving her so much hope, but clearly hadn't been true.

"You lied to me," she said sternly, breaking the silence between them, keeping her eyes toward the pink curtains as she spoke.

"You wound me, Your Majesty!" Shade replied, placing a hand to his broad chest in feign offense. "I would never lie to you, I'm a gentledrake! I figured you'd know that all too well by now," he winked, making sure she knew what he meant.

You vile fucking-...

Flurry cursed him in her head, her hatred riling anew as his words made her recall all the gratuitously not gentle things he'd done to her. In what world did finger-blasting a princess and literally jamming your whole tongue into the back of her mouth qualify as a 'gentledrake-ly' thing to do!?

"You said that after... the... yellow one-" Flurry stammered through gritted teeth, sifting through her memories to try and find the name.

"Dandy," Shade reminded her with a nonchalant smirk on his face as he thought back to the intensely explicit moment she was referring to.

"-that you'd leave!" cried Flurry incredulously, still withholding any eye contact.

"We did leave, sweetheart," said Shade, raising his brows and tilting his head down at her. He craned his neck forward and leaned in, placing a claw under her chin and turning her beautiful scowl back toward him, her eyes still refusing to meet his as she held her gaze off to the side. Another claw hooked a stray curtain of hair draped down her cheek and sweetly brushed it aside, revealing the full level of contempt visible on her pretty face. "Did you really think that didn't include you?" he cooed, moving in for a kiss to her mouth.

Flurry let out a huff of disdain and yanked her head to the side indignantly before their lips connected.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding. I only meant we'd stop after Dandy, I should have made that more clear, Your Majesty," Shade took her forehoof in his hand as a show of mock sincerity, which Flurry immediately began trying to pull out of his grip to no avail, exhaling angrily through her nostrils. His words sounded sweet and gentle, but the sudden and forceful grip on her hoof felt as an aggressive and intimidating contrast.

"Didn't I make it up to you, though?" he whispered in that wretched, gravelly tone, pulling her toward him by her captured hoof while his other hand slipped under her wing and slid up over her side reassuringly. "You wanted a rest, and I think I gave you a very good one."

Flurry tried half-heartedly to shuffle herself back away from him, but he was having none of it with the powerful grip he held that contradicted the soft calm in his voice and betrayed his underlying intentions. She turned her head back to him as he spoke, readying to spit him a vulgar rebuff...

...and then her mind froze like a deer in headlights.

His face was so close to hers... she could see every detail in those brilliant, ocean-blue, pupil-slitted eyes of his. Stars, they were an entrancing nightmare! She remembered why she'd gotten so lost in them earlier. They were full of a strange blend of alluring and salacious resolve, cracking the code of her reservations and flirting with her deepest desires—silently speaking to her in a wordless and forbidden language of depraved intimacy. His eyes had a strange, paradoxical look of gentle ferocity behind them; an aura of threatening patience fused with positively wanton kindness.

Fuck him for looking at her like that again, after all he'd done! Those stupid fucking gorgeous eyes were a dream she wanted to sink into, offering an unspoken and perverted promise that he would make her feel loved and adored like never before... but, unlike her normal life, it would be with a distinct lack of any guardrails whatsoever. The kind of adoration he wanted to give her would happen in filthy, dirty, exclusively lascivious ways she wouldn't get any say in. Dammit, why did that feel like a bonus instead of a deal-breaker? She could see everything he wanted right in those eyes, and locking her stare in with them immediately set off that same soothing swarm of butterflies in her stomach that she'd had from the previous evening. Flurry tried desperately to rationalize why she felt so susceptible to such a proposal, despite the unbelievably inappropriate and sexual nature it came packaged in.

Those eyes had twisted her conscience in a knot and bent her better judgement in half too many times already, and she wasn't about to let it happen again. She turned her head and shut her eyes, stopping his hypnotizing temptation in its tracks before it burrowed any further into her head.

"Now come on, let me finish working all that soreness out of you. We both know how much you need it," said Shade, his hand on her side creeping further under her wings and sneaking around to the small of her back, gliding sensually down to her buttock and cupping it appreciatively, then squeezing down on it possessively. "Mmmmhh," he murmured in delight as he took an ample handful of rotund, royal tush into his palm, using it as leverage to slide her bodyweight back toward him with lustful intent.

Fuck, he was big, and his closeness made him feel so much bigger. Her muscles tensed up in response to that curious hand squishing her pert, pink ass in its claws. Her headspace was thrown back to earlier in the day when she'd been cruelly felt up by strong, meaty paws while she'd thrashed and groaned in pointless protest. Just that one single hand grabbing hold of her ass so greedily made her feel the exact same sense of helpless fragility from back in that field when she was bent over a trunk with pervy, grabby dragon hands all over her flanks and inner thighs.

Flurry felt stunned by the dirty forwardness of his touch, that loving rumble from his throat sending a pang of all-too-familiar trepidation through her from top to bottom. That tiny sense of delighted submission forming in her stomach and whizzing up to her head, wrapping around her thoughts and locking down her will to resist. Fucking hell... was she seriously doing nothing right now? One glance into his eyes and a hand on her butt was all it took for her to totally give up!? Was she seriously about to let this happen twice? Just let him pull her close and... touch her anywhere he wanted, however he wanted, for however long he wanted... for a second time!?

Hell fucking no! I won't be your little princess again just like that! thought Flurry in secret rage disguised behind collapsing passivity.

She grit her teeth in anger. She would not be putty in his claws! Not this time! She'd already been there, and done that. No, this time she was ready for every sick game he had, and she could take it! This time she wouldn't totally lose herself just because he wrapped those big, brutish arms around her lithe figure and made her feel tiny and beautiful and perfect and so deliciously helpless again. Not again! She swore it to herself.

Her breathing quickened as her whole body was pulled closer to the edge of the upholstery, sliding deeper into his inviting clutches. The anger on her face fading away bit by bit, replaced with disgruntled concern as her eyes darted left, right and all around—trying to look anywhere but directly at him. The moment felt like it played out in slow-motion as a cocktail of prurient anticipation and chest-tightening anxiety boiled ever hotter inside her with every fraction of a second that trudged by. It felt like being at the very peak of the world's tallest rollercoaster drop while riding completely naked with two horny stallions at either side ready to double-team her vulnerable flesh in the blink of an eye with no way to escape. Flurry could feel her own body readying to jump off the deep end; to dive back into his arms, surrender herself to that rising pit in her stomach and totally give in to his imposing physical authority.

He growled softly at her with obvious want as he slid her farther into his reach, her head reeling back to avoid her cheek pressing up against his chiseled, scalie chest. She couldn't help the nervous flutters that it gave her, knowing what that want of his would lead to. After all the unthinkable things they'd already done to her body, she didn't need to use her imagination anymore to know exactly what that sultry growl meant. It wasn't a matter of like or dislike; desire or disdain. Those incredible, unspeakable things the three drakes had made her feel were ingrained in her psyche now. She shut her eyes and clenched her jaw, letting off a sharp—and very equine—exhale through flared nostrils, trying to force the lewd memories back out of her head and regain her defiant state of mind.

A brief, involuntary shiver passed through her torso that—for the life of her—she couldn't stifle. She knew she was subconsciously gearing up to submit again. Her free forehoof fell off the edge of the seating and instinctively rose up to brace itself on his knee, trying meagerly to slow her encroach as he knelt at the edge of the seat she laid on and slowly pulled her up against him.

Do something! Do something! Don't just go along with it! Do something! her mind screamed.

With the added reach from their closeness, Shade's hand cupping her flanks trailed further along that pink lace tush and crept inward, the ends of his claws nudging ever-so-slightly at the folds of her flower. The touch barely lasted a full second, but those prodding dragon digits delicately poking at her sex was all it took to remind Flurry of what those exact fingers had already done to her down there. Just that tiny little graze of his clawtip to her outer labia shot her an abhorrently explicit flashback of herself trapped in his lap with her legs forced wide open as she violently convulsed in brain-melting orgasm with his middle-claw buried inside her for every single second of it... and that flashback alone was more than enough to set her off like a powder keg.

"FUCK YOU!" shouted Flurry, twisting onto her back. She shoved her forehooves up against his chest, writhing in panic underneath him. It was a pitifully futile resistance compared to the bulk of the black drake's towering physique looming over her, but she was not about to just let him have what he wanted without a fight.

Shade made short work of her struggle, grabbing both her forehooves in his scaled hands and pinning them above her head as he beared himself down on her, trapping her beneath him on the upholstery while she kicked and fumbled her hindlegs about toward the opposite window, desperately trying to plant themselves anywhere that would give her more leverage to push him away.

"Don't be so fuckin' feisty, you royal little whore!" he growled viciously through his teeth with a hint of antagonistic glee in his voice; a jarring and immediate tonal shift from his honeyed words of seconds ago. The incredible grip on her hooves made it abundantly clear to Flurry that "No, thank you," was not an available option.

Shade's long tongue slithered out of his maw and snaked its entire length up the side of her face from her neck to her eyebrow, paired with a pervy "Nnnnnnlll" rumbling up from the back of his throat. "Cuz' you know how much I love that!" he added.

"Uuuuaagh! No!" groaned Flurry in disgust, closing one eye as the aggressive lick dragged slow and wet up her cheek. Her horn glowed faintly at its base, though no magic fired out the top. She hadn't even realized she was trying to cast a defensive spell, it was an instinctual reflex of her frantic struggle under the weight of the lumbering male. She only just now registered that there was something fastened securely onto her horn, clearly barring its use and ensuring their wrestling match stayed in the bounds of raw muscle and nothing else.

Shade released her forehooves and brought his arms down to her midsection, his hands sliding in underneath her and scooping her up by her back. He raised one foot up onto the seating and yanked her upright from her horizontal recline, momentarily seating her groin on his knee. Her face sat level with his as he hugged her tight into his chest with cradling arms before scooching the two of them forward and falling backwards into the cushions beneath, bringing her down with him and resting her on top.

Flurry tried to push herself up off of him, wriggling in his hold in a way he found adorable more than anything else. The fur of her belly and bosom rubbed against the scales of his as she flailed about for her freedom. She felt like she had a straitjacket strapped around her torso, yielding virtually no leeway as he trapped her in the one-sided embrace. She beat her hooves down on his broad, scalie chest with grunts of anger, the weakness behind the blows earning nothing more than an amused chuckle from Shade as his hands began to wander up and down her sides sensually. His grin widened to show a hint of teeth as he traced the soft and supple curves of her feminine frame under his roving palms.

The position they were in together exemplified his intimidating size difference over her. He laid flat on his back, his large physical stature relaxed on the spacious seating of the carriage's interior while the frail and slender form of a beautiful, naked princess squirmed furiously on top of him—his hands half-restraining her and half-feeling her up, touching and caressing her with lackadaisical and pervy intrigue as he forcibly held her in place. In any other setting but this one, she'd have even cracked a genuine smile at someone offering to literally be a piece of furniture for her, but feeling the way his clawed hands roamed over her backside told her this was clearly about nothing but ownership and humiliation. He liked having her perched up there on top of him, like she was some sort of sexual trophy placed on a pedestal comprised of his brutish form, strapped atop the massive drake and ready to be touched and ogled and played with at the total behest of his masculine ego.

Through a clenched jaw, she huffed out her hatred in panting grunts, making absolutely no progress to get out of the arm wrap he had her in, which made her all the angrier... which made her wriggle in his arms all the more.

He chortled under the pretty pompous princess above him indignantly whipping her head from side to side, her pink and teal locks flipping left and right as she fervidly tried to thrash herself free of the degradingly mock-romantic lounging lay he'd forced her into with him.

Hearing his arrogant, lighthearted laughter made her feel utterly pathetic and embarrassed for putting as much effort into breaking loose as she currently was. She hadn't even considered how frazzled and ridiculous she must've looked to him. Despite her fuming protest, though, he was overwhelmingly stronger than her, to the point it wasn't even funny. It felt like he had more sheer muscle in one bicep than she did in both her back legs combined.

His hands elegantly glided up and down her sides, rubbing luridly along her lower back with an appreciative firmness, clawed fingertips rustling through her short pink fur. He was touching her like she wasn't thrashing in rage on top of him... and she was positive he was doing it on fucking purpose, just to make sure she realized how little her struggling actually impeded him!

She let out an angry grunt through her bite as it properly dawned on her that she wasn't going anywhere unless he expressly allowed it.

A taboo excitement wormed its way into the foreground of her thoughts as she mentally acknowledged how physically unstoppable he was. He could do literally whatever he wanted to her, and she could feel in those hands running up and down the small of her back just how pointless it would be to try and resist him. That notion alone nearly sent an exhilarating shiver zipping up her spine before she tensed her muscles and caught it.

No! No, come on! Stop. Don't let him in like that. He's a horrid ruffian! A repugnant rapist! I hate this! I hate him! I fucking hate him! she thought, trying to reason the thrill into exile and block it from her mind. She knew exactly what that feeling was now, and she'd be damned if she was going to let it wrangle her into submission again, now that she was ready for it.

Shade's hands eased from the small of her back up to the bases of her wings, wrapping tightly around them and locking down the bulk of her remaining mobility, stifling her furious thrashing into angry twists and jerks.

He squeezed down on the stiff joints repeatedly in a handsy, sculpting fashion. It wasn't quite the soft and experienced massaging he'd given her earlier when she was still waking up, but a more possessive and selfish approach with firm and fondling ministrations right where her wings began, kneading her shoulder blades earnestly as though the wings sprouting out of them were a prize for him to enjoy.

Flurry instantly recognized that kind of touch now. That was most definitely a 'this is mine' touch, as opposed to a 'you're so pretty' touch. Despite how delightfully assuaging it felt, it was immediately obvious to her those gropey handfuls rolling over her upper back were for him much more than for her. The bastard was already slipping right back in to using her body like his personal plaything.

She thought back to all the other ways he'd played with her during the ecstatic nightmare that was her sexual assault from earlier in the day, and felt another trepid shiver coming on. She steathily bit down on her tongue to hold it back, knowing he'd be able to feel it in his palms if she let it pass through her. She wasn't going to give him even an ounce of satisfaction for free, not this time! She shut her eyes and tightened her resolve—as well as the muscles in her back, her angry twists simmering down to annoyed squirms as she took on the most rebellious posture she could manage. This was war.

Shade's subtle smirk broadened into a smug grin as her sexy wriggling gradually diminished. He took it as a sign of surrender, even if that was the farthest thing from Flurry's intentions while she was forced prone on top of him. He slid his hands higher up, grabbing onto the humerus of each wing like handlebars and stroking up their lengths, then back down again with no small degree of strength, as though polishing two poles.

Flurry looked over her shoulder and eyed his hands with a grimace. You fucking bastard... she thought.

He'd been paying close attention to what she liked the most from his massage before she'd woken up.

His hands gripped the stems of her wings tightly and fisted them up and down, tugging and pulling along the smooth, elegant limbs, feeling up the toned muscles in each that let her flap those big, resplendent, palace girl pinions. It felt so aggravatingly... nice, providing a thorough release of tension that always built up somewhere she couldn't relieve on her own, those strong, boy hands slowly peeling Flurry off her guard and into a calmer state of mind from sensation alone.

She stiffened herself up as hard as she could, deliberately trying to make the massage feel less pleasant as a way to combat it, but his generous and dutiful treatment of a place on her body so incredibly receptive to such determined and sensual ministrations offered to extinguished her temper in exchange for another slice of that drowsing repose she'd so badly wanted more of from her dreamy limbo. She was a princess after all. She deserved this anyway, and she could stay as mad as she wanted in the meantime. Her body language noticeably deflated as she gradually accepted the trade, his attentive hands succeeding in pacifying all her struggles.

"Mmmmmm," came a rumbling of satisfaction from Shade. His grip went from the elbows of her wings back down to her shoulder blades, then smoothly along her lower back and stopping at where the rise of her haunches began before trailing his hands all the way back up that path in long, titillating motions across her slender curves.

Fine... maybe this won't be so bad. I can handle a massage you fucker, you won't-... break me with a fucking back rub... you ffffucking-...

Try as she might, Flurry couldn't hold back a brief pant of pleasure at the feel of his sickly sweet touch running all over her. She raised her head up to the carriage's ceiling with furrowed brows and let off a groan of protest, trying to take back the exhale of relish she knew he just heard.

"You ponies are so tender," Shade cooed sweetly, tilting his head to the side and giving a cocky, toothy smile at the sound of her trying desperately not to enjoy his roaming hands. His tail began dancing wildly around on the upholstery behind Flurry, repeatedly thumping up against the opposite door with giddy excitement as he felt her melt into him in real-time.

It infuriated her how easily he went from brutishly malehandling her like a rowdy plaything to firmly and fondly caressing her right where he now knew was her most responsive weak point. The casual shift of intensity in their scuffle reminded her all-too-well just how much control this black-scaled thug could exert over her. This had been a one-way struggle. They were never really wrestling, only she was doing that. He, on the other hoof, was just toying with her.

She was so mad with him, but... she knew it was pointless to squirm, so she settled for mere on-and-off indignant shifting as she felt his hands giving stern, kneading tugs to her wings and rolling soothingly up and down her back, reviving that same rage-quelling delight from when she was half-asleep. He ebbed away her ire with worrying efficiency, the change to greedy-but-loving gentleness in his touch feeling much like a silent apology for being so aggressive just moments earlier.

How did dragons even know how to be this delicate? Was this normal for them? It seemed unlikely, given all the brutal internal conflicts and barbarism she'd read about in dragon culture. Was it just the fact he had hands rather than hooves and knew exactly how to use them due to his profession? No... it was more than that. He was being... careful with her. It almost felt lauding to Flurry, that he was this big, mean, nasty monster and she was a frail, dainty, beautiful princess and he understood that juxtaposition with such intimacy that he knew exactly when to be rough and when to be gentle, balancing between the two with tact and precision to get the most out of his time with her.

"There... that feels better, doesn't it?" he murmured up at her, his voice returning to soft and sweet. His strong hands clenched her wings in a fist-grip, stroking along them in a reverse-milking motion just as he had before she'd woken up, going out of his way to make sure she liked it.

...And to her dismay, she definitely did, her wings slowly beginning to unfurl in a nearly-automatic response to the massaging sensations before she stiffened them up to try and regain control of her posture. She aimed her muzzle back down at him and her eyes drifted open, locking onto his with a death-stare. Her hateful gaze met his sultry one, a faux-kindness apparent on his features as they both laid in silence while his hands did their work, looking into each others eyes with entirely opposite emotions.

Fucker... she silently cursed him, almost wishing she didn't have wings he could do this to in the first place.

You want my body? Fine, but you won't have me! she spat to him in her head, disconnecting as much of herself from the situation as possible. Flurry knew he just wanted a rise; wanted to torment her for his own amusement. She knew she couldn't stop him, or his hands, or anything else he wanted to do to her. Therefore, the best way to deny him was to ignore him, give him no such pleasure and kick him out of her headspace as much as she could.

She raised her eyes away from his and looked straight ahead, staring out the window in front of her and watching the storm rage on outside the coach, brief flashes of lightning still illuminating the otherwise dark and foreboding forest on and off. She focused her mind on the sound of the heavy rain pelting the roof of the carriage and the rolling of thunder echoing through the nighttime umbra above the rustling canopy of the treetops. She folded her left forehoof overtop of her right as they rested on his sternum, attempting to insult him—to make it seem like she had no interest in anything he was doing and was just making herself comfortable like she always did when she was alone.

"You look so ornate up there, Your Majesty," Shade taunted her. "Like a pretty princess posing for a portrait. Mmm," he said, loving the placid, apathetic look she was sporting. He squeezed her wings tighter in his grip, then pulled them up toward himself, manually stretching them out.

Flurry refused to pay him any heed, and instead drifted her mind further out the window.

How did all this even happen? What mistakes had she made to get her here? She again thought back to the events of earlier in the day and tried to pick out where exactly it'd gone so wrong, just to pull her mind away from the constant feel-up of her naked backside if nothing else.

She tried her best to skim over the sickeningly sexual details... but found that incredibly hard to do. There was so much to try and blot out. The unbelievably filthy things those three brutes did to her body with their hands, and their claws, and their mouths, and especially those long, wet, flexible tongues that had-

She shook the thoughts from her head, instead opting to focus on the present to keep herself distracted. What she did next to get out of this was all that mattered now anyway. She needed some sort of plan, but to formulate a plan, the first thing she needed to know is where she currently was... or at least where she was going.

"Where are you taking me?" Flurry inquired bluntly, her eyes lost out in the stormy forest, blindly hoping to pick up on any kind of landmark in the short bursts of visibility.

"Somewhere safe," Shade replied casually, glancing up to her poker-face poise, then back down over her shoulder to stay concentrated on manipulating her wings, craning them out, then up, then down—playing with the highly adjustable, fur-and-feathered appendages with half curiosity and half homage to their larger-than-average size.

"And then what?" Her eyes darted down to him, her head unmoving.

"Your Majesty..." he started, his hands sliding off her wings and skating down her lower back, "do you have any idea how expensive an Anti-Magic Energy Suppression Mine is?" His tone subtly shifted from cordial to callous as his hands slid sensually down to the plush curves of her ass and greedily groped the two naked mounds of malleable mare butt in his claws.

Flurry clenched her teeth as she struggled not to react, trying her best to remain stoic and uncaring in accordance with her new tactic of rebellion.

He raised his hands up and swung them down onto each cheek in a ferocious double-handed SMACK! that caused rippling jiggles along her haunches.

"AAhh!" Flurry jolted up, the impact leaving a residual sting on her ass for a few seconds.

"They're a one-time use, sweetie," Shade's snout wrinkled into a quiet, smiling snarl as he looked up at her, growling out his words in a mix of lust and hostility, squeezing back down on her ass with needless force, as though angry with her. "We've gotta get a return on that investment, and you're the perfect way to do that, princess," he chided confidently, his eyes looking up and down her fuzzy pink lace torso as he eagerly felt her up with handful after handful of royal ass.

Ah, holding royalty for ransom. How original, thought Flurry. These dumb thugs really were just that: dumb thugs. They wanted to get their rocks off, make some quick bits, and head for the hills. Being taken captive by such simple-minded oafs somehow made her situation even more infuriating, but at least there was a distinct end in sight. Her parents would quickly pay the ransom, she'd be let go, and the hunt for these sub-being savages would begin in full force.

"You wouldn't... rnng... have had to use it at all if-... rgh... if you'd left me the fuck alone!" she retorted, straining to maintain her composure as she spoke, trying her best to sound as unbothered as possible by the repeated and aggressive squishing and squeezing of his hands on her bare buttocks.

Shade crudely kneaded her assflesh in his hands like uncooperative bread dough, emboldened by the little huffs and grunts that he heard from her as she endured his reach-around molestations.

"Don't worry, you mouthy little slut. We might be from the dragonlands, but we can do basic math. You'll turn us one hell of a profit," he smiled wickedly up at her, "in fact, as far as I'm concerned—" he paused, pinching her ass hard, "—you already have!" he finished with a horrid chuckle.

"Ahh! Ow! Owww!" Flurry whined indignantly, her forehooves unfolding and bracing flat on his chest as her forelegs straightened out, raising her upper half and trying fruitlessly to push herself up off him to no avail. Everything from her cutiemarks down was totally under his control.

Flurry shut her eyes, brows bridging together, head rearing back, chin tilted down toward her neck and mouth hung open with a pained bearing of upper teeth. "Ow, you fuck! Oww!" She shimmied her hips left and right, trying to scooch up or down, twisting and wiggling her ass in a vain attempt to break her haunches free of his abusive hold, totally oblivious to how insanely adorable the motions made her look as she tried to release the biting nip to her buttock his thumb and finger clamped down on.

"Oh fuck, you look so cute up there, sweetie!" Shade taunted her. He released his pinch and cupped the globes of her ass in his palms, rudely bouncing the naked cheeks up and down in his hands while murmuring his enjoyment.

Flurry let out a strained breath and opened her eyes, looking down at him as he exploited the fleshy elasticity of her fuzzy buns. He had an insufferably pompous smirk on his face, and gave a belittling wink up at her while licking his front teeth as their eyes met, wordlessly demeaning her.

He was such a disgusting brute! Flurry whipped her head away, defiantly breaking eye contact and looking to the side instead. Her gaze instinctively drifted over her shoulder to take in a visual of the abuse she was feeling done to her back there.

A mixed expression of anger and worry came over her face as she peered back at her own flanks, seeing them both completely encapsulated in the claws of a vicious predator, each hand squishing down on each cheek. He shook her ass crude and careless, treating her like she was some nameless stripper he'd purchased for the night, holding her on top of him and playing with the natural jiggle and pliability of her rump to its fullest as he manually twerked her ass up and down in his squeezing grip.

Flurry couldn't tear her gaze away from what he was doing to her defenseless butt. Her face went flush as she stared at those hands, watching intently as they transitioned from humiliating wobbles to aggressive, kneading squeezes. His claws splayed out and curled in, pressing every digit down into the supple flesh of her short-furred ass, and she heard a dominant, eager growl emanating from the back of his throat.

This was bad...

That butt pinch had done something to her. He'd put a rude and hungry amount of strength into it, and with a profound lack of regard for who he'd done it to. It'd caused a spark of degrading exhilaration to kindle in her core... the very same spark of raw sexual tension that she had felt flare up from earlier in the day right at the moment when he'd ripped her panties off with his bare hands. The inconsistent ferocity in the way he abused her behind certainly wasn't helping—going from vicious and cruel, to playful and insulting, and now stern and possessive.

Despite all she'd already been through, this still felt like a dream. Everything about this was something that just couldn't happen to someone like her! She was the Crystal Empire's dazzling midnight star. She was the darling of Equestria. She was the perfect girl! All her life, the only thing she'd known was that she deserved the best; that she was the best. Reconciling her previous role in the world with her current situation had locked her into a suspended trance of disbelief as she carefully analyzed those grabby boyish meat hooks greedily pawing at each rotund, squishable mass of her pretty princess posterior. Left, then right. One, then the other. Squeezing down and letting up over and over, each black-scaled hand overtly massaging its respective pillow of plush, pink, mare tush.

Back in that field, she hadn't had a real opportunity to try and come to terms with her ordeal between the blinding rage she'd felt at the start and the mind-numbing pleasure it had morphed into by the end. The thoroughness of her earlier violations had muddied her thoughts so severely that she'd had no chance to let the unbearable contrast between who she was and what they were doing to her really sink in.

Now, though... she had all her faculties back, and just couldn't get over the fact of where she was: a captive in her own carriage, stripped totally nude and held down on top of a burly dragon boy whose reptilian vocals were rumbling in endless satisfaction while he ruthlessly fondled every square inch of the royal daughter's completely naked flanks... and no one was here to stop him.

Before she even realized it, Flurry let out an audible pant of pleasure, followed by immediate, panicked regret.

No, stop! Stop! Bad idea! Don't think about where you are, go somewhere else. Go anywhere else and leave him behind! thought Flurry, attempting to reorient her screaming mind—to steer it in any other direction but the one those vicious, gropey hands were pulling it towards. She tried desperately to push the verboten thrill back down; cut it off right at the head and not let it grow any further. She snapped her head forward and angled her muzzle straight down, trying to breathe as manually as possible and wrangle back her scattering composure... but only found herself accidentally taking in the chiseled features of a shirtless chest toned with muscle and scale rising and falling in excited breaths underneath her.

Damn him. When had he even taken his shirt off? She'd woken up to him like that, and the unavoidably inherent sex-appeal of his masculinity was the last thing she needed to be thinking about right now.

She shut her eyes and put all her strength into re-steadying her breathing, which was currently wild and erratic, thanks to the powerful, thuggish hands reaching around her hips and enthusiastically mauling her regal bottom.

"Ohhhh yeah," Shade mumbled in a husky, wanting tone, his gaze angled over her other shoulder and looking down her back to take in the delicious view of her pink rump as he squished it in his hands, inhaling through clenched teeth and whispering his delight aloud to himself. "Ohhh fuckin' look at that beautiful ass!" He pressed both of her buns tightly together, then lifted them up, then let go to watch them drop back into place. His right hand gave a rapid series of gentle slaps right over the crevice of her ass to make both cheeks dance for his viewing pleasure before seizing his grip back over each tush and squishing tightly down into each one.

Hearing that dirty compliment sent a confusing blend of shame and affirmation rushing through Flurry's head. She knew she was beautiful beyond any competition, it was something she prided herself on after all... but the way he'd growled it while crudely groping her bare butt as much as he wanted, jiggling and jostling it with those hasty little spanks in a way that felt so mortifyingly disrespectful! For a split second, she genuinely couldn't decide if she felt more flattered or embarrassed.

What she knew for sure, though, was that he was getting rougher by the second. The forcefulness in each heavy grope he was taking into his hands was rapidly encroaching on the borders of her already-shaky resolve.

Flurry knew horribly well by now that this exact kind of treatment was a distinct vulnerability of hers, but a much different type compared to her wings. She didn't even want to think back to the previous evening when she'd been bent over that trunk with her dress pulled all the way up. How mean and cruel Krim and Dandy had been with her back there. That memory alone enabled her to recognize right away the unmistakable eagerness in his groping; the overzealous excitement she could feel so clearly in those sable-scaled hands as they possessively fondled the fullness of her flanks... it was a worryingly familiar touch to her now. Familiar enough, in fact, that she could feel the beginnings of an equally familiar tightness forming in her belly.

Despite her best efforts, it just wasn't a matter of keeping her mind locked on some distant, unrelated distraction to try and keep the lewd feelings from forming lewd thoughts. It was her body that remembered those big, mean, strong hands actively squeezing down on her plump, naked ass; remembered who they belonged to, and—most especially—remembered what they'd already done to her, as evidenced by her rapidly dampening flower wetting itself with instinctual anticipation of what else those molesting boy hands might do to her next.

Shade's mouth parted ever so slightly, his breath deepening as he watched himself feeling up her royal rump with hurried squeeze-downs like he just couldn't get enough of a handful no matter how much he grabbed at, pressed into, or jiggled around in a groping fist-clutch. "Aahh, damn..." he whispered appreciatively.

The aroused tone in his voice made it clear how much he was enjoying this. She could no longer tell if he was just taking advantage of the fact she was highly responsive to this particular type of abuse... or if he was truly just that fascinated with having a young princess' squishable bottom as his personal stress toy, enthralled with its plushness as he avidly, continuously mashed his hands down into each vulnerable tush with a horny vigor that sent shivers of unwanted thrill coursing up her back. Whatever the case... Flurry knew she had to think of something, and fast. Those hands were making her lose herself bit by bit, and he was only getting more and more eager in his obscene assault with every passing second.

"Oh fffffuck yeah, you've got such a pretty little fuckin' ass!" she heard him groan through gritted teeth in angry lust, the compliment barely a quarter octave off from a proper, draconic snarl and pushed out in a shamelessly grungy tone. It sounded as though something primal was readying to boil over inside him and disassemble all his remaining restraint. His butt abuse was getting so rough that each and every closure of his assailing fingers was starting to bite down on the plump flesh of each individual cheek, causing that familiar, thought-curdling sting to her ass over and over in rapid succession, flaring up her shame and pleasure in tandem.

She shifted on top of him, trying to deny his reach, but she had no options. Her posture defaulted to an arched back and tensed shoulders, which only resulted in her pushing her ass farther into his antsy molestations, trying feebly to raise herself up and off of him.

"Fff-f-ucking sss-TOP!" warbled Flurry in audible distress.

Pleading with him was obviously a long shot that'd likely only boost his ego, but she had no real cards to play. Ignoring her naked ass getting squeezed so hard and so much was simply not something she could pull off and still keep her wits about her. Her breathing was getting more and more uneasy, and she knew she was starting to fall back into it again. Holding her stoicism and daydreaming her way through sensations of this caliber was clearly not going to work.

"Stop what?" Shade chided innocently, laying his head back down on the cushions and looking up at her, meeting her cute, frazzled expression with his leering one. His casual tone totally betrayed the salacious nature of what his hands were continuing to do to her just below her hips even as he spoke.

"Stop fucking touching me!" Flurry barked, angry groans escaping through every heavy breath she let out as her hips gyrated in a near-automatic reflex to try and pull free of his relentless, pervy groping.

"Stop touching you what?" he raised an eyebrow, looking for a specific word. He pinched down on her right tush, sharply encouraging her to comply.

"Aaahh!" Flurry's mouth flew open in a gasped cry, immediately grimacing. "Please!" she blurted out in whining frustration. He gave her absolutely no time to be angry about the little game he was making her play.

"Please what?" he asked arrogantly, loving how easy it was for him to make her squeal like that. He jiggled her tender tush up and down tauntingly with the pinch-grip he held on it.

"Aahh! Aah! Please stop fucking touching me!" shouted Flurry indignantly, her neck craning back and head tilting down, forehooves pushing desperately against his broad, scalie chest yielding no additional slack at all.

"And where am I touching you?" Shade asked with a coy smirk, releasing the pinch and halting his molestations entirely, his hands resting still on her bare flanks.

Flurry let out a sharp groan, a drape of her hair hanging down the front of her face as she opened her eyes to meet the manipulative conceit in his own.

Is that what you want you fucker? A fucking pass phrase? thought Flurry, her disdain clear on her face as she paused, contemplating her options.

An only marginally humiliating word game and he leaves her alone, right? That's not so bad, after all the things he's already done to her. Perhaps he was tired from his... exertions with her earlier in the day. He didn't get a long nap like she did after all. Maybe that meant he'd actually stop after this. Maybe there was a real chance he just wanted to annoy and tease her—that he was giving her a clear and intentional way out if she just placated him a bit... and if that were the case, then she'd best take the offer while he was in a good mood.

"My..... my butt," Flurry mumbled under her breath through a clenched jaw.

"Wrong word, try again," he retorted sharply, his claws splaying out and viciously squeezing back down on her tender buttocks as punishment. "Now, where am I touching you?"

"Ahh! My ass!" she cried out, wincing her eyes shut and trying again to thrash her haunches out of his hold.

"What about your ass?" he asked facetiously, palming her firm, pert cheeks with aggressive desire. He looked up at her scrunching features and chuckled, pressing the two soft, plump globes of princess rump tightly together, then pulling them savagely apart in a lewd massage of rolling motions that repeatedly exposed her anus and cleft to the opposite window. "Huh? What about this sweet little ass?" he growled softly, pushing her towards the exact wording he wanted.

"Please stop fucking touching-"

"Look at me when you say it!" Shade said flatly, stilling his hands once more.

Flurry slowly opened her eyes, staring poison-tipped daggers at him and panting out her contention through flaring nostrils. He looked back at her with the most obnoxious, playful, cavalier grin on his stupid face!

Despite the effects those hands roving all over her ass were having on her psyche, she was still a princess, and a princess does not get jerked along like this for the amusement of some horrid, lowlife goon! Who the fuck did he think he was correcting her over and over, making her start again each time like she was some hopeless school girl singing the wrong notes in choir class!

She took a slow breath in, then out to calm her rage. This was the exact reaction he'd wanted after all. Like tartarus she was going to let him get in her head again. Not this time!

"Please. Stop FUCKING touching. My ASS!" Flurry gritted her teeth through the expletive, speaking the words exactly how he wanted to hear them while trying her damnedest to kill him on the spot with nothing but the vitriolic tone that accompanied her every word.

The fleer on Shade's maw grew wider at her compliance, showing nearly all of his terrifying, razor-sharp teeth. That supercilious smile serving as a subconscious reminder to Flurry that he was not just a sexual predator... he was a literal predator, too...

...And that only left one other role in this setting for Flurry to be forced into.

"Now say it nicer, and flutter your eyes at me," he winked up at her and gave one of her flanks a firm squeeze.

"Oh FUCK you!" Flurry howled, stomping her hoof down on his chest and twisting her head away from him in outraged indignation.

There was no endpoint at all! He was just moving the goalpost over and over again to torment her.

Shade let out a bellowing laugh, reaping the satisfaction of having thoroughly pissed off the Crystal Princess, successfully bending her patience until it snapped in half for his own fun. "Taste of your own medicine is pretty bitter, isn't it?" he paused, raising both hands up off her ass, then bringing them swinging down in a side-swiping slap to each plush buttock—first left, then right—spanking her full-force, "Royal! Brat!" the two slaps landing in sync with his name-call. He growled possessively as he watched her pert, pink hams jiggle from the impact.

"Ahh! AHHFfffffuck you! Fucking liar! Revolting, worthless wretch! Fucking disgusting honorless BASTARD!" Flurry thrashed anew on top of him in a fit of unbridled rage, her hair whipping left and right as she screeched.

She was livid that she'd played right into his hand so quickly. Not to mention how much she hated that nickname that she knew all too well was whispered about her in secret on a regular basis. He wanted her to feel humiliated and desperate, and it'd worked on her far better than her temperament could bear.

"Alright, alright, calm down Your Huffiness!" Shade chuckled, his flippant smile persisting even as his hands fumbled about to try and catch her flailing torso.

He gripped her hip and shoulder to restrain the bulk of her tantrum and sat up from his lain position, taking Flurry with him as he brought her upright, his swift shifting of both their weight catching her momentarily by surprise.

He slid off the cushions and stood up, lifting up her lithe frame with an insulting amount of ease and flipping her over onto her back at the opposite end of the seating in one fluid motion as she continued to squirm in furious protest.

Shade knelt down beside her at the edge of the upholstery, leaning over her and pinning her down by her shoulders to let her writhe and wriggle out the rest of her ire.

"Fuck you! Get the FUCK off! Insolent, impulsive reprobate! odious, unread varlet! ...rrfh... Stupid fucking PEASANT!" screamed Flurry as she rocked about in anger under Shade's firm hold.

"Now kiss!" came a sudden shout from the front of the carriage exterior, followed by a pair of guttural guffawing that wafted barely audible through the noise of the heavy rain outside the cabin.

Shade snickered at the crack from his two companions while Flurry continued to explode, completely unbothered by the fact the volume of her outburst was loud enough for the other two drakes pulling her carriage to actually hear through the storm.

More amusing to him still was how she switched her choice of words back and forth between fancy, intellectual jabs and blatant, uncreative affronts as thoughtless animosities poured out of her mouth totally unfiltered. It was obvious just by her vocabulary that she was more used to refined and verbose hostilities meant to demean or belittle, but could only fall back on her baseline antipathy for the lower-class when that wasn't enough.

You can take the princess out of her palace, but not the palace out of the princess.

Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 2

Flurry spat out insult after insult, swear after swear, limbs flailing and head twisting, her tantrum going on and on before she finally realized that none of it was getting her anywhere at all, and he wasn't letting her budge an inch the entire time.

She huffed out the last of her fit and finally began to settle into feeble tugs at his wrists, her back hooves shimmying and sliding around futilely, trying to find purchase on the seat padding beneath them. She was still angry, but also partially curious why he'd just held her in place for this long, giving her nothing to fuel her fire as he knelt over her, still as a statue.

Her eyes focused up at him with a bratty, insubordinate expression on her face... and found herself quietly surprised by the soft, affectionate one staring back down at her.

"I apologize, Your Majesty," he said sweetly, "It's just so much fun to—" his right hand drifted from her left shoulder down to her heaving chest, running his claws through the cute tuft of fur resting there "—ruffle your feathers."

Flurry was taken aback by his delicate tone. She peered down to her chest, watching his claws politely combing through her coat, then glanced back up at him with a look of sullen uncertainty.

His stern gaze peeled its way into her mind as their eyes met, making her inexplicably self-conscious. There was a gentleness behind his expression that had caught her totally off guard. She looked away, her eyes darting around the coach's interior in poorly concealed embarrassment hidden behind a failing facade of irked apathy. For some bizarre reason, it was suddenly the hardest thing in the world to bring herself to look up at him while his beautiful blues were staring longingly down on her like that, as though meeting his gaze would be some kind of submission on her part.

She was an immaculate, elegant young princess laying flat on her back, sprawled out completely naked and vulnerable to the lusty scrutiny of this big, muscly brute whose imposing figure of sable scales towered over her, using his huge and intimidating physique to keep her in place beneath him. The posture and positioning of each to the other just seemed to click together in such a... size-exemplifying way. She felt smaller under him right now than she'd ever felt with him before... and he looked so much bigger looming directly over her like that as she laid on her back. It all just felt so inappropriate, like he was her daddy coming to tuck her into bed. It made her heart jump into her throat; made her feel like if she dared look him in the eyes right now, she'd be submitting herself to that very dynamic being emphasized by the way he was holding her down with such unwavering—but cordial—authority. One hand calling her pretty as it roamed sensually over her chest and belly, the other hand calling her his as it bared down on her shoulder, keeping her where he wanted her. Her face slowly changed from forward anger to annoyed worry as she felt his palms on her body, each with their respective duties of pinning her with a firmness and exploring her with a fondness.

"Tell me, princess," Shade purred, "what were you doing all the way out there this evening, all by your pretty self, hmm?" His right hand ran affectionately along her upper half as he spoke, from the bottom of her neck down to the top of her belly button and back up, loving how his palm smoothed down her fur as it descended, then immediately ruffled it all back up on the return trip, his fingers grazing slow and gentle back and forth through the wonderfully maintained meadow that was her soft, fuzzy, pink lace coat.

Flurry refused to answer, instead giving a faux-angry exhale and turning her head away from him.

"Hah! Yeah, that's what I thought. Running away from mommy and daddy, huh? Were you gonna camp out in that carriage for a couple days? Make them panic to teach them a lesson? Did your bitchiness finally get on their nerves too?" he grinned down at her condescendingly.

She glared at him out of the corner of her eye, keeping her muzzle facing the backrest.

Good. He thinks I came to the field alone, she thought with relief, careful not to let the new glimmer of hope show anywhere on her face.

Cotton Cream would have returned to the field's edge, noticed both the princess and her entire carriage were missing, trotted back to the palace thinking she'd gotten annoyed waiting and left without him, and quickly realize she wasn't at home either. He would have most certainly raised the alarm by now.

Flurry was now doubly glad that her young lackey hadn't returned during her earlier assault. If he had, not only would he have seen her in the most compromising and scandalous of situations with three rough-and-tumble dragon louts extensively violating her naked body in all those horribly explicit ways... but worse still, he'd also have been captured along with her, or maybe even killed. The fact that Shade made no mention of a dumb palace servant they had to 'get rid of' meant that the odds of rescue already being in tow were extremely high.

"Didn't even pack a lunch. You must have left in quite the huff, hmm?" he spoke softly, his left hand coming off her shoulder and moving up to brush some of her mane out of her face, hooking the stray strands of pink and teal hair back behind her ear.

Flurry did her best to pretend like he wasn't even there, adopting a stoic visage and refusing to acknowledge him at all.

"I bet the king and queen are worried sick about their lovely daughter," said Shade, his eyes following his hand as it traced her sternum, running his claws farther down her belly each time before gliding back up, dipping closer and closer to her mound with each pass.

Flurry winced at the thought of her parents. He wasn't exactly wrong that they'd be worried out of their minds, especially when Cotton Cream arrived back at the palace to alert them she was missing. They were both always so overprotective of her, to the point it drove her insane... but clearly they'd had good reason if something like this was an outcome that really could befall a princess.

Her mother had berated her ad nauseum about leaving the palace without a guard, always worried that even in the inner district—the safest district in the whole empire—that some creep might spot the one and only Crystal Princess wandering the crowded streets on her own, sneak up behind her, try to steal a grope of her flanks and then quickly disappear into the sea of bodies, never to be identified. She'd also heard the run-around about "situational awareness at all times" from her ex-military father so obnoxiously often that she'd defaulted to tuning it out as force of habit; something she deeply regretted now as the hand of a lecherous drake roved decadently up and down her naked, fuzzy torso.

Flurry's shoulders tensed as she felt his touch getting far too close to her pubis at the bottom of his strokes. She knew he was going lower each time on purpose and pressed her hindlegs tightly together, desperate to try and stop his probing fingers from discovering the wetness of her arousal that'd accumulated from his pervy butt-play session of minutes ago.

Shade let out a humming moan of delight as his explorative hand drifted along her rising chest, her breathing growing progressively more nervous the further down he went. "Do you think they know three dragons made their little girl cum all over herself in a field somewhere?" he taunted her cruelly. His touch glided all the way down across her belly and slid over her mons as he spoke, the tips of his claws just centimeters away from the delicate crease where her slit began, chuckling darkly while rubbing over the top of her mound with teasing promise.

Flurry scooched her hips back and swatted his hand away. "Fuck you!" she spat in venomous reply, "you're disgusting!"

"Hey, don't get mad at me, sweetie," said Shade in retort, wrapping one hand around her neck and pushing down on her chest with the other in possessive adoration, the immediate rush of aggression earning a quick, reactive gasp from Flurry.

He leaned in, bringing his face right up to hers. "You're the one who enjoyed it... seven times over," he growled in a grim, racy tone, his gaze piercing into hers.

Flurry's face was instantly flush with broiling shame, her features shifting into furious contempt as his hand under her jaw forced her to look up at his cocky, menacing smile.

He counted! The fucker counted how many times I came! I didn't even count how many times I came! thought Flurry, gritting her teeth together in indignation. Now that he'd numbered them, the lewd and explicitly detailed memories of each one of her climaxes from earlier in the day came flooding back all at once, drowning the foreground of her mind with the horridly degenerate specifics of what had brought her to each and every crest of euphoria.

She was a princess, and he was a lowlife drake. Just some nasty, unimportant meat-headed dragon hailing from lesser lands that knew nothing of class or elegance or refined culture. Knowing the likes of him counted how many times they'd made her cum felt like the biggest most unbelievable slap in the face to her regality. He hadn't just raped Equestria's most beloved princess, he'd raped her and tallied the orgasms he'd ripped out of her beautiful, writhing young body as a means to gauge how good of a job he did! How fucking dare he count her orgasms!

...and how fucking dare he be correct!

Once from Shade's intrusive digits, twice from Krim's hungry, salivating maw, and four times from his and Dandy's burrowing and intolerably relentless tongues. Damn him to Tartarus for numbering them; for making her remember each and every one!

"I didn't fucking enjoy it you inbred, mud-slogging, illiterate, pathetic excuse of a FUCKING-MMFFH!" Shade pressed his mouth over Flurry's, cutting her off mid-vulgarities with a strong and forceful kiss.

Flurry jolted in surprise, her forehooves pushing up against his chest and hindlegs kicking out helplessly at the open air... which gave Shade's hand more than enough of a window to shoot down between her thighs and press over the bared folds of her pussy.

Her hindlegs snapped shut, trapping the scalie intruder buried between them, but it was too late. He had his hand sandwiched into the perfect spot, and easily pushed his middle finger all the way up inside her saturated little slit. Despite the toned equine limbs clamping around his wrist and causing the pouty outer lips of her pussy to smoosh down around the inserted digit, he still had more than enough access to her vulva, and wasted no time making use of it as he began gently fingering the Crystal Princess while stealing the essence of her eminence with a deep and needy mouthing.

She let out a whining moan into the lip-lock, an explosion of butterflies set loose in her gut from the sudden intimacy of his calculated attack. The adorable pule prompted Shade to moan back as they kissed, his tongue slipping past her teeth to teasingly play with her own as the heat of the moment suddenly skyrocketed to levels of smutty romance that Flurry had sworn to herself she wouldn't allow to ever happen with him again... yet here she was on her back with a lawless, horny rogue exploiting her body from both ends at once, and within the blink of an eye, she was suddenly completely unable to resist it.

His middle claw began worming up and down in a scratching motion, pressing into the spongy boundaries of her sensitive interior with lascivious intent. He angled his finger to one side and pushed it inward, then angled it another while lodged between the flexible, intimate lips, prying her clamped-shut kitty open with rudely explorative maneuvers, testing to see just how far he could drag the digit in any given direction as though experimenting with exactly how pliable she was down there. The puffy pink labia of her entrance molded open compliantly around his invading finger audaciously fishing around inside the contours of her love tunnel, slick with her arousal as it lewdly and thoroughly exercised the extent of available wiggle room, smearing her already-leaking juices messily over the rest of her crotch in the process.

His eyes were closed as he held his mouth over hers, his tongue blanketing her own as he kissed her deep and harsh, and with that same ferocious passion that'd stolen her breath away and turned her to submissive goo draped in his arms back at the flower field. How was her default reaction to just lock up and do nothing? Why didn't she feel that same disgust and rage from when they'd first kissed? It's like it wasn't even there to call upon anymore, like an entire part of her brain just switched off the instant she was treated like this; sexually objectified but positively adored at the same time.

What the hell are you doing!? Fight back! Squirm harder! Bite his tongue! Hit him in his stupid, gorgeous face! Stop letting him! Look at yourself right now! Do something! thought Flurry, her inner voice growing so enraged with her instantaneous submission that she was practically calling herself a whore in her own head.

Despite what her conscience had to say, and the many practical options she had to resist... she didn't twist her head away, and she didn't slam a forehoof into his cheek, and she didn't chomp his tongue clean off. Instead, she laid there, eyes winced shut, forehooves pressed against his powerful chest, and hindlegs tightly crossed, locking his hand right where it wanted to be anyway. She was giving only the outward appearance of resistance—a charade of protest—while she allowed her own desecration to continue.

Dammit, it was that verboten thrill again! She just couldn't stave it off, not anymore. Not with him holding her down and playing a nasty game of pluck-and-stretch with the ductile pink folds of her pussy, kissing her on the mouth like she was his own personal dream girl that he finally got to have. He made her feel so small and weak and helpless and beautiful and sexy and perfect, and he didn't even need to utter a single word to do it as he held her mouth trapped inside his and wriggled that middle claw up inside her pink peach, which itself was extra plump due to the scissor hold her hindlegs had clasped over his wrist.

His left hand went from her neck around to the back of her head, thumb brushing sweetly up her cheek as it went. He cradled her skull as he brought himself up off her mouth, a trail of shared saliva breaking between their lips. "Didn't I tell you that you were a bad liar, Your Majesty?" he cooed, looking down at her panting, frazzled face as she tried to catch her breath. She was so winded, she didn't even know what lie he was talking about. What had she even said before he'd kissed her and slipped that pervy digit up her pussy? Oh, what the hell did it even matter?

Flurry's ears were folded down, her brows bridging to a point and eyelids lazily drifting open to look up at him. For the first few seconds, she looked like she'd literally been drugged until her dazed vision finally refocused on the two alluring pools of blue staring back down at her with wicked desire, drinking in the effect he'd put her under as he admired her facial expression slowly recovering from it. She was instantly sucked into his hypnotic gaze, his restless finger continuing to prod wetly around inside her, giving her pussy no reprieve as they locked eyes.

"You're such a cute little thing," he whispered to her, giving her cheek an affectionate lick. He looked down her torso at his hand nestled into the cross of her hindlegs, his middle claw eagerly working itself in, out, up and down inside of her. "Mmmmhh," he hummed out his satisfaction through pursed lips, loving the faint but audible slushing sounds around his finger as her body betrayed her more and more.

Flurry let out a barely-stifled moan, trying her hardest to make the end-half of it sound like a groan of contempt rather than the horny mewling it truly was. All it got her, though, was Shade pressing his mouth hungrily back over hers, eliciting a submissive squeak of surprise from her claimed maw before it was filled back up with invading dragon tongue... which she inexplicably opened wider to accept.

Her face burned with a hot shame as she caught herself letting him into her maw, the kiss from him sloppy and careless—much unlike the deep and romantic one of just before—as though he wanted her to feel dirty and violated as he dragged his mouth over hers and forced his prehensile tongue inside it, literally grabbing her lips with his own over and over again as messily as he could. He tilted his head farther into the oral embrace, a crude, rumbling growl echoing from his chords and into her mouth as he swirled his tongue around its confines, then darting it into the top of her throat, causing her a reflexive gk! before breaking the kiss with a cocky, triumphant smile.

"Do you perfect, prissy nobles really not have a servant that does this for you?" teased Shade, giving her another tender-but-taunting peck on the lips, his middle claw still slipping casually in and out of her nethers as he spoke, eliciting wet, squishing noises from every insertion without him even looking. "Maybe you can hire me. I'll come into your bedroom and play with your pretty pussy until you fall asleep—" he kissed her again, growling gleefully into it, then pulling away "—every single night. I could put you out faster than any bedtime story daddy's ever read you," he chuckled, putting his maw back over hers and resuming the oral assault, sweetly sucking on her lips and playfully rolling his tongue over her gums.

In your fucking dreams, you disgusting creep! was the official response her flickering pride internally spat at him. Though, in secret, the idea instantly caught in Flurry's head like a mousetrap snapping down on the fractured remains of her decency, the overpowering tenderness and initiative of his lips repeatedly coming down over her own in conjunction with that wonderfully delicate digit unceremoniously probing her forbidden folds had both already compelled her to give up resisting entirely.

A servant whose duty was just to do this right here? Kiss her and touch her and overpower her and make her feel this way whenever she wanted? A literal palace-employed boy toy? Before Flurry even realized it, she was imagining it in graphic detail. Some faceless stud of a stallion—plucked from the ranks of her guards for his size and nothing else—being summoned up to her quarters by a secret note bearing her personal seal, its contents ordering him in no uncertain terms to sneak into her room at midnight, climb onto her bed, slowly strip her out of her see-through lingerie and kiss her aggressively on the mouth while touching her somewhere unbelievably inappropriate... in whatever way she wanted, for however long she wanted, doing unspeakably dirty and explicit things to his own princess for hours into the night until she was a breathless, moaning mess of a girl! Oh, but of course he'd be sworn to secrecy of the highest royal decree, so no one would ever find out the princess herself ordered him to bury his face between her splayed thighs until she was a quivering pile of depravity. And then she'd order him to climb on top of her, hold her down so she couldn't move and-

What the fuck!? No! Shut up! screamed Flurry's better half, disowning her own graphic, degenerate fantasy. What was this drake doing to her? Not only was she just laying there letting him have unfettered access to her privates and playing tongue-tango with her in her own mouth, but she was starting to kiss him back and contemplating how to get even more of it later on! The effect this big horny hunk was having on her was already profoundly worse than anything she'd been pushed into back in that field. The first kiss had been so tender, and gentle, and selfless, but there was clear escalation in how he was now actively, eagerly making out with her, not just kissing her on the mouth, but pushing his lips into hers with every single one he planted. He was slowly getting rougher, needier, and it was starting to make her love it all over again! If Flurry didn't get ahold of herself, this could turn into something much worse than it already was.

An abducted and abused princess is awful on its own. But an abducted and abused princess who secretly has no qualms about her rescuers taking their sweet time to come and save her from said abuse—maybe even waiting until next weekend when they were feeling up to it—that was just... NOT the kind of mare she would allow herself to become!

She could feel his heavy, excited breaths through her hooves perched on his pecs. His head tilted left for one kiss, then right for two more, then left again, enthusiastically sampling her maw with his own in a cascade of gnawing and suckling mouth-to-mouth, but at a pace that screamed forbidden desire. He kissed her over and over like this was his only chance to do so, like she was the one thing he couldn't ever have except for right now and then never again. The way each kiss landed felt like a compliment all on its own, how frantic yet passionate he was in the way he feasted on her face. It made her feel so yearned for, which was the key component that had completely stunted her will to resist on a—mostly—subconscious level. How unbelievably special and sexy every single kiss made her feel was the true reason she was just... letting all of it happen in whatever way he orchestrated.

Yes, he was violating her... but only because she was so worth violating.

Obviously, she was being sexually abused... but the way he went about it didn't feel very abusive at all.

Of course it was non-consensual... but only because she was such a gorgeous girl that a horny boy like him couldn't think to do anything else except take what he so badly wanted without asking.

Fuck... why was her focus lasered in on all the latters and none of the formers? Flurry had no time to shamefully ruminate on it, though. Her rational brain was once again tugged toward the brink of coherency as Shade's left hand suddenly gripped back down over her neck accompanied by a loud, impassioned growl of need reverberating from his draconic chords and into their fervent locking of lips. His jaw opened wider, pushing his whole mouth even deeper into hers and pressing the back of her head down into the upholstery from the rising force, the urgency in his kissing dialing up to eleven as though he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how hard he tried.

Hohhh, fuck! Alright, fine! Fine, you fucking bastard, then kiss me! Kiss me hard, as much as you want you hulking pervert, have your fill and then some! Kiss me! Fucking kiss me! thought Flurry, all her inhibitions shattering in an instant, the building swarm of butterflies culminating in a final rush of submissive delight that washed over her entire body from the inside out, collecting into a storming, floaty amalgam of bliss and trepidation shooting from her gut up to her brain and drowning the dying remains of her anger and ego, trading it out in favor of the cascading rapturous need that rippled through her being simply from having a big bad boy bearing down on her. It gave her the kind of incomparable, sexually explicit reverence that she'd secretly always wanted but could never have. A hot and impetuous moan rose out of her throat in parallel to his continuous horny rumbling, and equally as loud. Her mouth opened just as wide as his and pressed into him, investing one hundred percent of herself into earnestly kissing him back with the same feverish intensity, not caring even a little that every last wall of defiance she'd put up against him had just toppled over... but from her side, instead of his.

That silly butt pinch was nothing compared to this. He was so huge as he pushed himself down on her, macking on her mouth and purring into the now fully requited make-out session, so inappropriately forward, so physically encompassing with his advances that it felt hard for her to keep up with even while she genuinely tried to! She felt the warmth of his body heat radiating off of him even though their chests weren't even touching. She knew these scalie brutes could bathe in lava like it was nothing, but did dragon anatomy also heat up like that on its own when they got excited? Fuck, that was so titillating to think about; her body being so unbelievably desirable that it literally caused dragon boys hot flashes and immediately drove them into a lustful frenzy that compelled them to pin her down and force themselves on her. Kissing and touching and purring deep and low all the while, like they just couldn't help it. Holding her down so she couldn't do anything besides soak in the sensations of whatever some pushy, arrogant, beefcake of a male wanted to do to her! It gave her such a paralyzing sense of apprehensive excitement, like she was a filly that'd just challenged an adult minotaur to a brawl, but also like she was walking stark naked into the stallion's shower room at max capacity on the night of her 18th birthday. That fire in her belly that she'd clung to so urgently had suddenly extinguished in just a matter of seconds, as though the mouth of this big, brazen lizard boy was the very instrument that'd sucked all the fight right out through her maw with nothing but the selfish and ravenous ownership he held over her submissive lips.

A claw buried in her snatch, a tongue shoving rudely into her chops with growling effort, a strong, powerful hand wrapped around her neck. Stars above, she was literally his fucking property right now, but was too weak to stop herself from liking it! She had several ways to get out of this position with him, but exactly zero inclinations to do so, and she was far too embarrassed to think any deeper on why she was letting herself relax under him while he himself was getting more forceful by the second. By all rights she should've been more tense and rigid and furious than ever, but instead her mouth was following the lead of his, sucking face like no tomorrow. She just couldn't shake the subduing sensation of being so unbelievably... belonged to as she lay trapped and nude underneath him. It latched onto her mind, hooking itself in and prying open the lockbox of her psyche with the sole intention of pulling out her filthiest desires and strewing them all out in the open whether she was okay with it or not. The sheer sexual juxtaposition of what a dominant, unstoppable beast like him was doing to a fragile, diminutive young patrician like her had quickly compounded into waves of heart-fluttering thrill and abashedly conflicting emotion that crashed through her again and again, each one hitting in perfect sync with every single closure of his lips hungrily mashing down over hers—which she not just accepted, but was avidly meeting him half way with every single smack of mouth.

Her eyes fluttered partially open, and all she could see was his ebony-scaled face, tilted to one side and pressing into her. His eyes shut and brow ridged like he was angry. She could feel the breath from his heaving exhalations coming out through his nostrils and brushing over her cheek. The sounds he made were so guttural... so primal, growling snarls mixed with eager grunts blended with horny moans all delivered through his constant stream of desperate, euphoric huffs while his mouth opened a little, pushed into hers, then closed back down over and over again.

There was something so alien yet intoxicating about actually seeing the way he claimed her maw. She loved it even though she still knew she shouldn't. Her eyes rolled up toward the back of her head and fluttered closed, her hindlegs loosening up but still crisscrossed over his hand, giving him better maneuverability to work that rude digit fervently around inside her, petting the inner walls of her sacred channel while she tried her best to mimic the movements of his mouth and kiss him back just as desperately.

Depraved and hedonistic notions mercilessly pounded their way deep into Flurry's mind; the most taboo and contradictory feelings she couldn't possibly explain that all came together in perfect unison with the singular goal of breaking her will through weaponized bliss. She felt in danger from how burly he was, but somehow safe that someone as brutish as him was savoring her beauty so thoroughly. Felt gross for having such a nasty, horny thug kissing her mouth and fingering her pussy like that's all she was good for, but also beautiful and exalted that someone as rough and rugged as him wanted her this badly to begin with. Felt insulted and sullied that she was of the highest class in the world, yet was being treated like the reusable weekend side girl of a surly, uncultured, possessive punk boyfriend who'd grown all too accustomed to the routine of burying his fingers in her cunt without her permission and keeping her whiny, moaning mouth shut by capturing it with his own so she'd never have the volume to alert anyone of the sexual peril he casually subjected her to on a regular basis whenever he got bored... and all she could ever bring herself to do was kiss him back to keep him happy until he was done using her.

What the fuck!? Why did she find that so fucking hot?

She was hopelessly addicted to that dark, unscrupulous, sick sense of indulgence that singlehandedly enabled her to not just like, but love being the sexual plaything for a big, mean, bad boy she couldn't possibly beat in a fight, feeling him physically overpower her and touch her wherever he wanted, putting his hands on the most inappropriate places of her body and silently daring her to do anything about it. Crudely frenching her on the mouth to muffle any words she might try to form while eagerly finger-fucking her prohibited princess pussy to ensure she couldn't forget for even a single second who was completely in charge, taking full advantage of her vulnerable femininity with what could only be described as a distinctly boyish hankering to dominate her soft flesh. His pushy claws and frenzied mouth built up her arousal against her will in a way that so starkly underlined how much bigger he was than her as he ruthlessly violated her body from top to bottom with an appetency that screamed full awareness of her royal distinction.

Damn it all, he was being such an excellent bully! That's what this was, she was a princess being bullied, but with the abuse obviously adjusted in it's intensity to properly degrade her enormously high prominence. A school girl gets her hair pulled or her shoes made fun of when she's bullied, but a princess gets a finger crammed up her cunt and a dragon tongue dancing ravenously over the rim of her esophagus. That's how you correctly bully a princess! Fuck, he was scratching that taboo itch so perfectly, giving Flurry that sacrilegious gratification of total powerlessness that she never knew she wanted so fucking badly—that feeling that no one and nothing in the palace had ever gotten anywhere close to giving her. Though, granted, she'd never in a million years have thought to seek out such a lecherous feeling in her normal life otherwise. Nevertheless, now that she was being forced to feel it anyway, she may as well just bathe herself in these unspeakable passions of raw, uncouth desire before they were gone again... or at least, that was the rationale she was going with to try and quell the brutal judgements from her conscience currently screaming for her to stop continually pushing her mouth straight into his like it was her only way to breathe.

Her left forehoof came up to his cheek as they kissed, wordlessly asking him for more while her right refused to follow suit, staying braced against his chest as though trying to keep him away, but clearly only for show—applying no push force whatsoever. Her bosom rose and fell in asynchronous pants huffed out through her nose. Her breaths were weighty and irregular as she lay under him, taking the brunt of that middle finger rummaging into her erogenous depths while the oppressive layers of sexual craze from his heated and zealous maw-to-maw simultaneously suffocated any sense of defilement she should've rightfully been feeling.

Shade locked his mouth over hers, moaning again into the meeting of their lips, his tongue coiling around her own, hopelessly outclassing it in length and flexibility as it pulled and twisted and slithered around wildly inside her mouth, having won the one-sided tongue-wrestling match long ago. He pushed his ring finger into her soiled folds, joining his middle. His wrist pivoted between her clamped thighs and curved in toward her groin at a harsher angle, giving more leeway to wedge the two claws up inside her snatch.

Flurry whimpered into his maw, her shoulders and abdomen tensing from the added digit. Her lower half reflexively tightened its already defensive posture; the tips of her hind hooves pointing toward the ceiling and thighs clinching down harder on his hand like a plush, pillowy vice, clearly trying to stop him from tearing any more pleasure out of her body as his fingers grew bolder.

He lifted his head and came out of the kiss, looking down at her with a wide, mischievous grin as her eyes slowly reopened, his nose an inch from her own as he looked into her glassy, distant visage. She was caught off guard by the break of their lips, wondering why the only part of her rape she had actually started to go along with had suddenly been taken away, her left forehoof coming off his cheek and curling up demurely against her fuzzy chest as she looked up at him in half-lidded confusion. He waited until he had her full attention, then sank the two probing digits all the way into her pussy, maintaining stern-faced eye contact with her and growling dominantly right as he buried them both up to the knuckle.

Flurry winced her eyes shut and exhaled her pleasure out through a choked moan, enduring the brash new recesses he was exploiting. She clenched her teeth, turned her head down, then bit her lower lip, still trying to hold on to at least a few splintered shards of her collapsing rebellion as she felt those two fingers start scratching and stirring and driving up against the circumference of her sensitive insides. She refused to totally resign herself to him like she already had at that field's edge. She couldn't... could she? Was she? Had she already? She did just spend the last two minutes helping him devour her own mouth, after all. Perhaps she was applying a double standard to refortify her pride, which wasn't exactly out of character for her.

Shade watched her reaction excitedly, the needy embarrassment clear on her beautiful face serving as all the encouragement he needed to continue his debasing exploration of her intimates, his smile broadening to show more teeth as he drank in her submissive expression, wanting to pull even more sordid submission out of her features and craving to prolong the sexual control he held over such prestigious Equestrian royalty. He writhed his fingers around inside her, curling and uncurling them, splaying them apart and rubbing them back and forth; massaging them all along the squishy pink interior of her vaginal canal with a rude impatience behind the motions, earning a tiny "Mmmh!" from her in response. She shut her left eye but kept the other looking up at his impudent features in guilty bliss, her back rising up off the upholstery in a subtle arch. His maw drifted open in apparent hunger, the tip of his tongue snaking out and resting over his lower lip while he greedily probed into her. He stared right back down at her pleasured face with a wicked, determined look of lust as his fingers worked themselves around deep inside her.

How could she be falling under his control so fast this time? She'd already been through this once. She had experience with him doing this exact thing to her now. That meant she should be able to stave it off so much better the second time... right? Or perhaps it meant the opposite. Perhaps her body had subconsciously conditioned itself to submit to him after the traumatic ecstasy it had undergone from the last time his fingers had ravaged her pussy until she was seeing stars. The flash of that memory combined with the dragon claws currently fondling the fleshy internal walls of her dripping girl-hole caused an involuntary yelp of humiliating pleasure to escape from her hung-open maw. She blushed hotter, looking up at him with her one opened eye and hoping to death he wouldn't comment on the pitiful squeak that just came out of her.

Shade rose up off his one knee and stood on two feet, canting his bodyweight forward and leaning menacingly over her lounging form, hovering directly above her. He immediately used the new position to ramp up the intensity of his assault on her crotch, hooking the two digits firmly up inside her and pumping his hand up and down, finger-fucking her with a sudden spike of vigor and using the full range of his right arm to grant him the proper leverage.

Flurry's hindlegs stayed locked over his wrist, effectively anchoring her lower half to his pistoning arm, refusing to let go even as her hips began to bounce up and down on the springy seating beneath, enabling Shade to sync his pumping fingers up with the wavering movements of her haunches rebounding off the cushions under her ass, using them to set the tempo of his hand as it passionately pummeled her pussy.

"AaaAaaaAaaAaaaAaahhh!" came staccato moans from Flurry, the pitch of her pleasured wails rising and falling in tune with his ruthlessly frenetic oscillations. She grit her teeth and furrowed her brow, placing a hoof over her mouth to help herself stay quiet as she tried desperately to just power through the ravishing molestation. She felt a suffocating shame swallow her up as she listened to the loud, wet shlucking sounds coming from her sopping pussy, droplets of her arousal flying off his rapidly bobbing knuckles as the taut lips of her regalia hugged the two drenched digits jammed between them and furiously raking up and down, his pinky and index fingers pointed straight out.

His left hand came up to her cheek, pushing her hoof out of the way and pressing his thumb into her mouth, causing Flurry to gasp with a start as he slotted the claw between her teeth, her forehoof clinging to his wrist. Her eyes jumped wide open and looked up at him in surprise as she was fish-hooked, taking in his gruff and domineering visage as he leered down at her, his face right up close and personal. A low, wicked growl emanated from his throat paired with the ridges of a subtle snarl forming on the top of his snout, telling her short and simple who she belonged to in the way only a possessive dragon would. He didn't want her covering her mouth, he wanted it open; wanted her to be uncontrollably vocal from what he was doing to her.

"Ohhh yeaaaaahhh," Shade growled lecherously, his jaw opening wide as his vain and positively evil smile broadened, letting his long, draconic tongue fall all the way out and hang down over his chin while staring her in the eyes with a voracious and perverted hunger.

A hot blush washed over Flurry's face as she saw his draping tongue, her fuddled gaze going back and forth between the dominant stare of his deep blue eyes and the outrageous length of that wet, slippery tendril dangling out of his mouth and halfway down his neck. It immediately reminded her of what he and Dandy had done to her with those things just hours prior; slithering one up inside her moaning mouth and the other bottoming out in her pussy. Fuck! What a horrible time to have such a vivid, abhorrently explicit flashback—looking right at that long, red, snake of a tongue that he'd already sat her in his lap and ruthlessly mouth-fucked her with. The tightness in her belly was already threatening to boil over, her ass still bouncing on the cushions in rhythm with his vicious claw-fucking, the squelching sounds from his fingers so unbelievably lewd as they assaulted her lowered ears. And why'd he have to be looking her dead in the eyes the whole entire time? It made the sexual abuse so much more privy and intimate. Like he wanted her to know this wasn't just about ravaging her body, it was about ravaging her specifically. He was dragging her toward that plateau of lubricious release, and the sickly contemptuous satisfaction he took in doing it was shown plain as day on his snarling, villainous features—his upper lip raised high and showing both teeth and gums as he held his face right in front of hers, filling her vision with the sight of his depraved conceit and making absolutely sure she couldn't help but see how much he loved violating her royal pussy, holding nothing back as he rushed her toward her precipice.

She knew that face, that look of salacious braggadocio. She'd seen that familiar wrinkled snout on Krim when he'd eaten her, seen that same angry brow and smiling teeth on Dandy when he'd tongued her, and now she was seeing that, grizzly, sexually excited hubris on Shade too as he absolutely finger-blasted her into delirium. Was this a thing with dragons or... maybe just boy dragons? Did they all just make these sneering, boastful expressions that showed as much tongue and teeth as possible whenever they sampled newfound spoils? Was it just the way all drakes bombastically drove home their most recent conquests to any onlookers? It made perfect sense that dragons of all creatures would have a natural urge to openly flaunt any authority they had, but him flaunting his authority over her to her!? It had such a barbarically disgracious predator-and-prey dynamic to it that fueled the rising heat in her abdomen like nothing else. Not to mention, the uncontestable strength and aggression from his body language that left her with absolutely no plays left to make as his fingers hooked up into her groin and shook her lower half up and down in pace with his shifting bicep. She was going to cum soon, that much was clear, but she couldn't bear letting it happen without at least one last attempt to resist, if for no other reason than to prove to herself she hadn't totally given in. But, what all could she do besides plead?

"Shta-ah! A-aaahh! ...Ssshh-taaaagh!" moaned Flurry in whispers of pleasured despair braided through panting breaths, the thumb jammed between her teeth slurring her speech.

"Yeaaaahhh, you fuckin' love it don't you sweetie?" Shade taunted her sadistically, pulling his thumb from her mouth and clamping back down on her neck. He leaned forward, pressing his lulling tongue to her cheek and blending a cruel and gleeful chuckle into an open-mouth growl as he dragged the degrading lick slowly up the side of her face.

"Aaahhuuuhh! N-n-nooooo I dooon't!" she decried through her pathetic mewling, a cacophony of shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk coming from her crotch as he hurriedly finger-fucked her with a mix of grunts, snarls and huffs.

Just as she was about to lose herself—tumble down from her peak and cum all over his hand, her horribly wondrous ascent was taken away as his arm came to a complete stop, the abusive motions that were actively ripping her willpower to shreds halting entirely, leaving the sound of her labored panting suddenly the loudest noise in the carriage.

"You don't, huh?" he growled softly through clenched teeth. "Then why were you kissing me back, you needy little whore?" His fingers slipped out of her peach to rest flat over her puffy, sodden lips, giving her the reprieve she needed to make sure his question hit right on the mark with no distractions.

Flurry stabilized her erratic breathing now that the ruthless hip-bouncing stimulations were gone, regaining some of her composure. She blinked her eyes a few times and refocused them to look up and meet his, realizing he was smugly beaming down at her, waiting expectantly for an answer.

Because you're-... 'cuz you were-... it's only because of-... because I'm not even able to-...... because fuck you! thought Flurry, her mind frantically digging through potential excuses to see if any of them made sense before coming up totally short, hopelessly unable to dodge the biting derision of his question.

Damn him! She had no answer. None. Nothing at all! Why couldn't he have just not mentioned it? Just enjoyed the fact he'd had the Crystal Princess frenching him back and just shut up and kept going from there? Why couldn't he have just not spoken a single word and kept fingering-fucking her against her will? Why'd he have to make a point of it—make her think about it?

.....And why'd he have to fucking stop when she was right there!?

Humiliating her for his own fun was one thing, but not allowing her to cum after all that was seriously crossing a line, and it pissed her off! Who the fuck did he think he was denying her her release? What was all that kissing and foreplay and build-up and stomach butterflies and feelings of beautiful helplessness even for if he was just going to be an asshole and stop at the last second?

It barely even registered to her how ridiculous or out-of-place the notion was; that she was furious her own rapist hadn't allowed her to cum on his fingers while he rigorously molested her royal cooch. Who the fuck cares if it was the most self-degrading thing she'd ever gotten mad about? She was Princess Flurry Heart, and Princess Flurry Heart always gets her fucking way!

Shade grinned wide and haughty in a close-jawed smile framed with teeth and insolence, tilting his head to the side and looking down at her, as though daring her to reply. His snarling snout flashed ample gums at her, watching with disgustingly arrogant satisfaction at the outrage building up in her eyes and pouring out through her adorable face as her mind went through the motions of shameful realization, then disgraced denial, then indignant acceptance in real time.

Yeah... because FUCK you, that's why! I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you, stupid fucking peasant! she spat at him from inside her head, her demeanor falling all too readily back into her palace ego, hiding behind her royal status as a means to pridefully deflect her insecurities despite what it was specifically that she was truly mad about. A burning shame and subtle rage bubbled up from within and filled her to the brim as he rubbed her nose in her own submission. He absolutely got her with that question... and the worst part was that she didn't care at all. All she cared about was that this smug, insufferable bastard denied her. Not even that he'd denied her an orgasm... just that he'd denied her.

Somehow, she found herself not even caring that she was currently a pleasure-prisoner in her own carriage smack-dab in the middle of being sexually assaulted for the second time today by some horny, handsy dragon thug. She didn't care that he'd used the individual cheeks of her bare butt like stress toys to be pinched and slapped and squeezed, or that he'd fingered her until she'd stained the carriage cushions with her own libidinous drippings, or that he'd messily french-kissed her and made her gag on his tongue like she was his property to do with as he pleased. None of it! None of it compared to how irrationally angry it made her that he'd not let her cum... she'd effectively just experienced the most blunt and egregious way of being told 'No'... and she fucking HATED being told 'No', especially by some... horndog vulgarian hopped up on the high of raping a princess as slowly as possible, strumming her body along to the tune of his darkest perversions only to let up right at the one and only time she didn't fucking want him to!

Flurry glared up at him with pouting animosity—a complete one-eighty from the embarrassed bliss that'd been residing on her features just fifteen seconds prior. Her chest and forehooves were still noticeably quivering from the build-up of pleasure he'd forced her through, her body taking much longer to catch up with her reinstated anger and physically relax, providing an endlessly gratifying sight for her assailant to see. The farcically erotic contrast of the scene laying defenselessly under Shade had him pridefully enamored; a tempest of blushing red anger on her face while the rest of her from the shoulders down was simultaneously trembling like a leaf as he held her in place.

"You look so cute when you're angry, sweetheart," he teased darkly, the thumb of his left hand on her neck brushing up and down along her fur in a sickly sweet fashion as he spoke.

His four fingers sitting still on her vulva slowly began grazing up and down, her pussy petals mushing and molding under the press of his firm, lewd rubbing with an audible wetness. "Mmmhh... so fuckin' cute," he reiterated with carnal delight in a soft and condescending voice, enjoying the feel of her plump cleft under his roving fingers as they glided along the full length of her pudenda.

Flurry bit down in a hostile gnashing and groaned out a sound of absolute contempt as she felt him rubbing crudely over the engorged peach of her privates, trying her best to snarl right back at him as he held her gaze to his and stared her in the eyes while eagerly smearing her own wetness all over her naked kitty from top to bottom. He pressed his digits in on her flower as he ran them up and down, his middle claw dipping into the crease of her petals with each upward stroke, slipping back out at the top of her pink slit and dragging luridly up over her clitoral hood. Her puffy outer lips were tugged in whatever direction his claws went, squishing and stretching up and down and up and down in compliance with the movements of his fingers, the contours of her labia being thoroughly manipulated under the force of his avid, heavy pussy petting.

"I know you tried to hide it from me," said Shade, "you don't want me to know how much you love this, but I know you do, don't you princess?" He gnarled softly and leaned his head in toward hers.

"Fuck you! No I don't you disgusting, uncivilized cretin!" Flurry retorted sharply, putting on her bravest possible face despite his molesting ministrations already starting to wittle her outward ire right back down to the puddle of breathy pules it'd sprung from. Even if she found herself quietly pleased with the fact he'd jumped right back into it, in truth, she was just angry for the sake of being angry now, like a spoiled child stuck in contrarian mode while throwing a temper tantrum after being proven wrong. At least she still had enough sense to not let on what the true reason for her tonal shift actually was. He'd get far too much of a kick out of it if he put the pieces together. He might even do it to her again just to make her doubly angry.

"The way you trembled and screamed in my lap back at that field told a very different story, slut," he chided callously while the four tips of his fingers raced over her pussy lips firm and hasty, his snout briefly wrinkling into a crude sneer as the word 'slut' left his mouth.

Flurry didn't know why, but right as that foul name-call left his lips, the verboten thrill inside her flared up something fierce. It'd started building up inside her ever since he'd had his hands all over her ass. That terrible, sizzling knot that formed in the back of her head, fuzzing up her brain and slowly slinking its way straight down to her loins, dampening her pussy before it'd even been touched; enticing her to give in and let herself be horribly used and lewdly abused in whatever way her attacker saw fit. Fuck, how'd he set it off like that? With the added clarity from her hissy fit, she was now asking herself more sensible questions, like how the hell she could allow herself to enjoy being demeaned like that. She hated being told no, but liked being explicitly insulted!? A fresh rush of hot blood glossed over her cheeks as she took in that foul word he'd spat. Why did she like being called that? Why did she like him getting right in her face and calling her a slut? She was the farthest thing from a slut. She was a princess!

"Yeaaaaaahh," came a ribald and lusty croak resonating from Shade's chords. He rubbed sternly over her helpless, sopping labia as he sneered down at her in triumph, thumb pushing against her cheek. The flat of his digits dragged harshly over her drenched flower, pulling the petals of her pussy up and down along with them. His palm ran up and over her mound with each sweeping pass, putting his entire forearm into it and causing her hips to rock back and forth, guided by the strong, wavering movements of his hand. "Mouthy little cock-tease," he whispered throatily through his teeth.

Fuck, there it goes again, like a bellow huffing up that forbidden fire in her belly she just couldn't put out.

It was so dirtying to watch him overexcite himself with his own abuse of her body like that... and yet, it wasn't his claws on her pussy that put a lump in her throat... it was the damn name-call again.

'Cock-tease'... so vulgar!

The simple fact that he was being unbelievably rude to her was so inexplicably erotic that it gave her a hot flash mid-rape. It wasn't enough for him to ravish and debase her beautiful flesh, he had to be so, so mean while he did it, too. Fuck, why was that so hot to her? It was like the cherry on top that she didn't ask for—would never let herself ask for. How could a girl like her find degradation such a fiery thrill? She was a fucking princess!

Wait... thought Flurry, brows knitting together in a mix of pleasure and confusion as her eyes took in the entrancing pattern of scales that made up his handsome, leering face barely four inches from her own.

Perhaps that was the answer. She was a princess. She'd been a princess all her life. Respected, adored, feared, glorified, pampered, praised. Everyone and everything around her had bathed her in unending glories like all of it was her birthright... and so it only made sense that what made the biggest impression on her would obviously be whatever broke that long-standing mold, sticking out from her usual lived experiences so drastically that it'd forced its way into her head and made a special, permanent spot for itself... or maybe that spot had always been there and she'd just been too scared to ever acknowledge it before. It certainly didn't help that there was a worrying air of truth to the sentiment of those awful, slanderous things he'd called her. She had, in fact, trembled and screamed in euphoric release while sitting naked in his lap back at the field, and she already knew she'd let herself enjoy it well before that point, too. Last she checked, that was the behavior of a slut, not a princess. And she did, in fact, purposefully rile up and faux-flirt with any stallion she wanted to manipulate, using her own sex appeal to make unspoken promises of later affection in order to get what she wanted without any intention of ever making good on a single one. That was most certainly the behavior of a cock-tease, not a noblemare.

As backwards as it sounded, it suddenly clicked for her. The butterflies in her stomach when he pawed at her ass. Her breath being sucked away when a hand clamped down on her neck. Mean, rude, filthy exclamations of her own utter domination being whispered into her ear that she for some reason took as huge compliments while moaning in semi-conscious bliss.

Oh fuck... he really is right. thought Flurry, looking down past her belly and watching the movements of his wrist captured between her legs. She let out a quick huff of pleasure as the realization sank in, watching every up-down shift of his hand that kept that heated knot in her belly thrumming steady.

She'd known since the first hour into her previous assault at the field that he'd been right about her secretly liking it, but she'd been so angry over not being able to figure out why he was right that she'd refused to let herself dwell on it... now it finally made sense. The nasty, barbaric, selfish way that they'd treated her wasn't just a means for her to see what it was like to finally step off that pedestal of prestige, but rather, she'd been grabbed and forcibly dragged off of it, allowing her to save face with herself. The way they'd all roughhoused her without a care in the world, seizing and savoring her beauty without asking. Kissing her deep and fierce right on her lips no matter how much she screamed. Pervertedly pawing at her pert, pink assflesh until she liked the way it stung. Slathering her naked pussy in antsy tongue-baths and wet, suckling kisses until she was so disgraced by sensation that she was openly begging them to stop making her cum. The way these drakes had used her so thoroughly and had zero regard for her opinion about it took all the pressure off her because she didn't get a choice anyway. It gave her risk-free access to that naughty little place in her head; gave her an opening to let go without outwardly sacrificing her sensibilities to anyone. It truly was a temptation like no other, a howling hankering for her to give in—to let him rip her off that exalting podium and instead be the coveted object of unfiltered, licentious desire that his uncompromising sexual aggression was so hungrily willing her to be with every last prurient thing he did to her.

She gazed deep into his cruel, domineering eyes, seeing in them just how serious he was about making her belong to him inside and out—but especially inside—and as her heart raced ever faster and her blush bloomed hotter, she finally understood what that pit in her stomach really was:

She was a princess, and that was why she loved when he treated her like anything but. Loved having some grabby thug getting right up in her face and calling her a slut, his snarling snout so close to her own she felt a constant fear that he might lunge forward and bite her whole nose off if she dared defy him, his digits grinding restlessly into her puffy pink cleft, the middle two dipping past the outer folds and into her sensitive slit. She liked being in danger. She liked finally letting go and having no control anymore. That's what that damn verboten thrill truly was. It hadn't come from them... it'd come from her.

"Yeaaaah, you remember every fuckin' minute of it, don't you, princess?" Shade murmured in a sharp, hostile hiss, reading her changing expression like an open book, his snout practically nuzzling her own. His hand moved up to her chin, gripping it between his thumb and index finger to keep her from turning away as he leaned in, not that she was in any headspace to try. His tongue slipped out of his maw and glided messily along her lips. "You 'member the way I played with your pretty pussy, huh?" he added with a sultry, threatening whisper. His middle finger orchestrated by example and slipped up over her concealed clit, pressing down and dipping into her tight-shut folds to make contact with the hidden bead, rubbing into the highly erogenous center of her pleasure and growling low and satisfactory as he watched her visibly tense up.

A sharp intake of breath followed by a short, submissive whimper was all the response Flurry gave, her thoughts still drifting far above her current predicament as she came to terms with her new discovery.

Fine, whatever. So I like not being a princess sometimes. That's normal, no big deal... Flurry mused as she felt her vaginal muscles instinctively flex around Shade's prodding finger nestling itself past her tumescent outer lips and poking at the receptive pink pebble buried within. A low, intimidating growl rumbled up from his chest, immediately causing bubbly delight to flutter up from her own.

Alright... maybe a bit more than just 'like'.

Just because she knew the exact piece of her that was so ready to enjoy it in secret didn't mean she had to drop her pride in the gutter and resign herself to his advances. She was Flurry Heart the Flawless, and she was nothing if not stubborn to a fault! Doesn't matter what her simpler self liked, she could keep up the show of resistance while still accepting what was out of her control... even if it was more just a coping mechanism for her than anything else.

Shade kept her focus lost in his eyes and lashed his tongue over the lips of her mouth several more times, leading Flurry to believe it was some sort of behavior dragon couples did naturally with each other, likely a way to emphasize a sexual claim a male had over his female, perhaps to dare the female to challenge her conqueror's authority by giving her the perfect opportunity to bite his tongue and instantly reverse the power dynamic, but knowing full-well that this deep into such intense foreplay, no dragoness would dare. Challenges and threats were part of dragon courtship, after all, and to Flurry's dismay, a simple predator/prey dynamic made those courtship habits translate far too well to dragon and pony.

The wet tendril slithered in past the lips of her mouth and trailed along her upper gums, then slinking back out and over the outside of her mouth left and right. She almost felt like he was using just his tongue to ask her to drop her jaw open and allow for another messy, degrading session of graphic frenching... which she was embarrassingly ready to comply with.

Not in my control anyway, right? So, what's the harm in... just-...

Trapped In The Storm, Pt. 3

But right as she was opening her maw to let his roving tongue back inside, he pulled away and his digits left her leaking slit. Flurry's eyes followed him as he rose upright, a look of concern but also quiet disappointment flashing on her face. He moved down her body and took hold of each of her hind legs, grabbing them at the hock and pulling them both out toward the edge of the seating like he was turning a wheelbarrow, her ass abruptly swiveling ninety degrees on the cushions.

He came down onto his knees and scooched forward, pulling her closer to him by her hindlegs and sliding her hips right toward the edge of the upholstery. His hands drifted from her hocks up to her inner thighs and pulled them apart, then pressed them down into the seating at either side of her, forcing her into a perfectly flat one-eighty-degree splits that caused the wetted petals of her pink flower to bloom right in front of him, revealing the exposed pink of her sex to his hungry, predatory gaze.

Flurry reoriented herself, sitting up and pressing her back into the backrest with her forehooves planted down rigidly into the seats at either side of her, her shoulders slightly raised as though nervously bracing for something.

Yet, nothing worth bracing for ever came. He was just... eyeing her crotch, unmoving. His large, scaled palms laid flat on her inner thighs, keeping them immobile. She stared down at his face just as intently as he was staring at her nethers, watching his features closely as he so apparently marveled at her most sacred regalia, not an ounce of it hidden from his lecherous gaze.

She saw the tiny saccadic movements in his eyes darting all over every square inch of her bared pudenda, drinking in the sight of her naked cunt blossomed so fully before him. He was noticeably mesmerized by what he was seeing, and Flurry felt a scalding embarrassment suddenly wash over her from the realization of just how quite-literally stunning the presentation of her young, royal pussy was to him now that he had a complete and unobstructed view of it.

Oh, that's right... he'd never gotten a good look before. Krim and Dandy certainly had, but she'd been sat in his lap for the majority of her previous assault. This was his first time really taking in what her flesh had to offer, and for once, it was his breath caught in his throat, instead of hers. He'd kissed her and groped her and molested her and spanked her and tongued her in the mouth until she was literally screaming around it—for more reasons than one—and he hadn't shown the slightest bit of pause! ...But seeing the object of his desire up close with nothing hidden by awkward angles, grabby hands, or clenched thighs? That was what had stopped this big nasty fucker right in his tracks. He wanted to extend this moment... just for himself. That's how special this was to him... That's how special she was to him.

Oh, fuck... thought Flurry, biting her lower lip as she looked down at him, watching his face; his hungry, hypnotized eyes roving all over every last detail of her nectar-soaked sex right there in front of him. The lips of her pussy were parted more than enough to give him a full frontal view of her little love-bead sitting out in the open, looking so cute and vulnerable—just begging to be sampled as it sat there under its hood with no layers of engorged labia to hide inside anymore.

What an unbearably humiliating compliment it was to see him drinking her in like that. She knew she was gorgeous. She worked hard to be, after all! She'd been called beautiful so many times it'd started to lose its meaning... but knowing that the pinnacle of her beauty being splayed open and shown in all its glory had the power to make this gruff, scary, musclebound tank of a drake immediately freeze up and go quiet as he basked in it? Now that made her feel truly beautiful like no words ever could. The fact that he so evidently wanted to look at her perfectly framed pussy just as bad as he wanted to touch it made her heart dance out of her chest. It was flattery truly like no other in the world that only a sick, twisted, big-bad-brute-and-his-pretty-pink-princess sexual dynamic like theirs was capable of producing!

At long last, the pregnant pause was broken as Shade looked up from Flurry's pussy and met her eyes with a soft and sultry expression.

"You're such a pretty, pretty girl, Flurry," he said sweetly with a tone of utter sincerity he'd never used before, his thumbs pivoting up and down laudingly over her inner thighs as he spoke, each digit petting luridly along the fuzzy leg flesh barely three inches from her groin on either side.

Flurry's face sank into a deep blush behind the pink lace fur of her coat, the compliment catching her by surprise as its impact welled up on her features. Her brows furrowed deeper, betraying her poorly-concealed chagrin. A fresh new swarm of butterflies dumped itself into the pit of her stomach as she looked him in those brilliant, sapphire blues, watching their loving gaze drop back down to the center of her loins. The way he patiently, longingly beamed his eyes right into the bared pink of her princess pussy told her plain and simple that he genuinely meant what he said... and then some.

Shut up, shut the fuck up! You don't get to say something like that to me when you're prying my legs open and staring at my modesty! How fucking dare you look me in the eyes right as you say that you fucking horrible perverted awful wretched intoxicating massive incredible muscled sexy hunk of a-hooh fuck shut UP Flurry!

Her mind ran amuck, tripping over itself in a mess of different reactions all battling each other for the foreground of her mind. She just couldn't help it. She loved hearing how pretty she was, she always had! It groomed her ego so perfectly, but this was something on a whole different level. She could hardly believe the effect those simple words had on her. It was such an incredibly, hedonistically inappropriate thing to be exalted over, considering it'd been brought on by him taking that long and intimate gander at her vulnerable labia, the soft bubblegum-pink color of her inner petals so degradingly exposed to his perverted scrutiny. It wasn't her clothes, or her jewels, or her makeup, or her posture, or even her face that'd gotten him to say that... but a close-up eyeballing of her wet, naked princess pussy sitting half a foot from his ravenous-looking muzzle, her hind legs so thoroughly opened in their flat-down spread that not a single fold or crevice of her forbidden fuckhole was hidden from him, his gorgeous blue eyes lovingly examining every last bit of the view like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life... In fact, it probably literally was.

Ever since she'd been wrestled to the ground, she'd felt like every single aspect of her beauty and poise was something he only saw to be harshly mistreated, sexually abused, or selfishly claimed like a toy for his degenerate urges to indulge with... but the dripping, displayed privates of the Crystal Princess in particular were what finally cracked through his brutish exterior and compelled him to slow down and praise her in earnest? Why was that not even the slightest bit insulting to her...? How could him saying that to her while staring right at her parted pussy not offend her at all!? And why the fuck did she..... want him to say it again so badly?

Flurry tried desperately to string together even a single line of logic that might enable her to combat her typical palace self; the side of herself that welcomed that incoherent plume in her chest set off by his compliment. She couldn't even force herself to be offended by those words. After all, they were completely true! She was pretty—the prettiest, in fact—and the whole world ought to know it when they see it! From the tiniest glance at her radiance a mile away, to a drawn-out, up-close exhibition of her most personal and intimate flesh with not even an inch of her magnificent, regal nudity even partially concealed to a boy's uncouth examinations of the pretty pink princess pussy sitting bared in full before him.

Fucking hell... thought Flurry in newfound self-reflection, her eyes looking down and to the side, ears folding tighter in.

A big fat stroke to her ego mattered more to her than a handsy pervert stripping her completely naked, spreading her legs apart as wide as they'd go, and ogling every last modicum of her way-too-perfectly-presented unmentionables, right in her own carriage!? Alright, maybe those nasty magazine hit-pieces about her foul attitude had a point... maybe she did have a bit of a pride problem.

Shade's left hand slid slowly, lovingly up her thigh and in toward her defenseless sex. He placed his thumb and index finger at either side of her plump outer labia, then pressed inward and pinched closed, forcing the mouth of her royal kitty shut as he captured its puffy lips between his two digits. He raised his other hand up and pressed a raised finger over the resulting slit of her manipulated marehood—as though shushing it.

"Don't worry about your dress, we folded it up all proper and nice," said Shade, not even looking up from her groin as he spoke, slowly dragging the tip of his digit up and down the full length of that naughty little seam presented by the pouting squish of her pussy lips pressed tightly together.

Her expression immediately soured as she looked down at him. Is that what you think I'm worried about right now? My fucking dress!? she thought in frustration. How much of an airhead pillow princess did he take her for that he thought all she'd be upset about in this moment was the state of her attire that she wasn't even wearing?

Though... to be fair... a quiet part of her felt a sliver of genuine relief hearing that they'd at least been careful with one of her favorite outfits after peeling it off of her so aggressively... even if—ironically enough—what they'd done to her as soon as she'd been stripped out of it had been anything but careful.

"We'll put you back in it later," he added, speaking so softly that it sounded like he was saying it to himself rather than her as his eyes stayed transfixed on the cutely framed peach sitting before him. He released the pinch and let her lips fall back open, then brushed his right thumb up over them and pressed gently into the center, gliding up and down, then rubbing around in slow, tender circles, watching intently as the pliable pink curtains of her vulva rolled and shifted obediently under the motions of his roaming claw.

She blushed a furious, deeply insulted red upon hearing that, her left ear flicking as her expression morphed back into a far more familiar glare of disdain. The butterflies in her belly were instantly flushed out and replaced by hot, sizzling embers of fiery anger rising from her core that suddenly boiled her blood out of nowhere.

They might have taken her dress off, but no way in hell would she suffer the indignity of her rapists putting it back on her, too! That would just... that would finalize everything they'd done to her body so horribly. The idea that after gorging themselves on debasing her eminence and picking apart every scrap of sanctity she had—after all of it—that they were the ones to redress her instead of herself. Fuck that! She couldn't stand the thought of being sampled so unbelievably thoroughly by these fucking horndog brutes that after they'd all gotten their fill of everything and anything perverted thugs like them could ever want to do to a beautiful princess like her with nopony ever showing up to stop them, there'd be nothing left they could do besides doll her back up just the way they found her like nothing ever even happened—like they hadn't just spent countless hours positively destroying her beautiful, naked body for their own sick amusement. Oh, she hated the promise those few words from him carried.

"You're not playing a fucking game of dress-up with me, you ass-scaled WRETCH!" hissed Flurry with a uniquely hostile inflection in her tone that paid zero regard to the fact she was currently stark-naked in a place built for absolute privacy, both her hind legs split wide open and perfectly parallel to each other while some cocky, bastard dragon was knelt down at the foot of her sexual majesty and actively rubbing his thumb into that wetted royal cunt while she spat her vitriol.

"Aww, what's wrong, princess?" he chided sarcastically, looking up at her with a sly smirk before dipping his thumb past the lips of her pussy and softly sinking it in at the tip, gliding it gently up and down, "I thought you loved to play dress-up, what with all those pretty garments you collect!"

Flurry huffed out through her nostrils, meeting his smug gaze with her contemptuous one. "Go fuck yourse-Aaahh!" her grumbling was immediately cut off as Shade angled his thumb upward and pressed it all the way in, intentionally grinding it along the ceiling of her slick insides. Flurry let out a groaning huff followed by a shaky inhale, making Shade's satisfied smirk slip a hint of teeth; her breath giving away to him exactly where she stood in the fight against his fingers despite her resentful glower.

He slid the full length of his thumb in and out of her, but slanting it upward at a harsh angle with every single extrusion, grazing rough along her g-spot and causing zipping arrows of burning bliss to shoot across her nervous system with every outward stroke in steady, unrelenting repetition.

Flurry's face flinched and winced in what could easily be mistaken for pain as she tried to fight the sensation of a dragon's tactile extremity pushing in, pivoting up at forty-five degrees, and scraping back out. Her chin pointed straight down to her chest and jaw parted open to let out a pleasured rush of breath before biting back down again and gasping through clenched teeth.

The rhythmic claw pedaling itself in and out of her produced a series of loud, wet, sticky sounds with each and every round it made. The ridge of Flurry's brows shifted from down to up—her strained visage going from spite to worry and ears slowly dropping down and back as the sound of her own hot and gushing girl-hole being so stridently bored into bled into the foreground of her awareness.

Shade's smirk turned into a wicked row of exposed teeth and arrogance as he watched the submissive reaction on her face, that icy veneer she'd shot him suddenly melting back away just as fast as it'd arrived. For a moment, the both of them went totally silent while his thumb repeatedly wormed itself up inside of her with nothing else to fill the void of quiet besides the heavy raindrops showering the carriage roof and the loud, continuous squelching noises of her own juices excellently lubricating the shifting movements of that intruding digit, the explicit sounds broken up only by stifled, on-and-off moans she wasn't able to hold back. It was one thing to simply be wet getting molested, but an entirely other thing to actually hear that wetness. The constant slishing and slushing that pelted her flattened ears from every twist and push of his extended digit serving as a sickening song of testament to how ready her body was for more than just a slow-and-steady thumb-fuck down there. Oh, it was positively mortifying for Flurry to hear the sound of how responsive her own body had become, whereas Shade sat staring and utterly rapt by the source of it, his eyes darting back and forth between her cute features and the entirety of his thumb being fed up into the mouth of her sopping kitty again and again, digging out more of her glistening arousal with every pass, then using it as further greasing to dive right back inside.

"What was that big poofy thing you wore on the cover of Canterlot Times back in March?" he asked nonchalantly as he lodged his thumb up inside her to the knuckle, then twirled it around in as wide of circles as his joint would allow, "It was, like, a gold-ish white and had pink stripes down the back. You remember that?"

She ignored him, her head tilted down and eyes shut, angrily panting out irregular breaths through her nostrils, very clearly in the midst of a battle with her own resolve and trying her hardest to cling to her ire in the face of the indignantly amorous stimulation.

"That thing made you look so fancy, you got really good taste in outfits, Your Majesty," he rolled his thumb around inside her pink channel, dragging its length all along the sensitive tissues in teasing orbits. Little creases of bunched skin on her furred flesh formed above, then around, then below her labia in sync with the revolutions of his thumb as it tugged along the lips of her pussy through every circuit it made. The maw of her malleable marehood 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed',—stretching open tall, then wide, then tall again with every repeating clockwise rotation of the inserted digit.

Flurry's ears sat flat on her head. She bared her teeth in wincing effort, half in irritation with his stupid comments and half in struggle to fight the sensation of him feeling out every square inch of available space inside her weeping love box.

"And what about that dress you wore to the Grand Galloping Gala last year? You know, the purple and black one where your whole leg was showing?" he raised his left hand up to rest above her mound, palm laid flat on her mons with four fingers pointing up toward her belly and thumb swinging down to press directly over her clitoral hood, brushing across it left and right in slow, appreciative sweeps. His other thumb sitting up inside her to the knuckle drew back partway and curled inward, then pulled to the right, hooking her pussy open from one side and granting his eyes a direct view of the fleshy little donut that was her cervical well sitting up at the back of her hot pink chute, smiling to himself at its reveal while his thumb continued to rub over her clit.

It's called a high slit dress, you uncultured fucking- thought Flurry, the silent retort interrupted as she locked her breath into her lungs and went stiff at the heightened rush of stimuli from his other thumb joining in and swiftly flicking over her soaked pleasure button.

"Damn, you looked so fuckin' hot in that," he hissed in boyish want, his lecherous gaze going from his thumb dancing back and forth on her wet nub to the pucker of her cervix peeking out from within the half-spread of her vaginal canal.

Flurry bit her tongue to keep the effect of his words from loosening her expression in any way. She was secretly, deeply flattered from hearing that he found her particularly desirable in that dress. That was precisely the intent she'd had when she'd worn it, after all. She remembered her mother had been furious with her for showing up to the Gala wearing it, calling it "highly unbecoming of a young lady" because the divide went all the way up to her flank and showed her entire cutie mark to anybody that looked her way. In truth, that was precisely what Flurry had wanted. She hated the Gala because everyone expected everyone to be dressed extravagantly there, and she never got the recognition she was used to everywhere else. Only at the Grand Galloping Gala was she just another expensively-dressed attendee, but wearing that overtly showy piece she'd hidden from her mother until the big night had the exact effect she'd wanted: sticking it to those fraudulent aristoc-rats that thought they shared her height of class simply for having riches. Her stunt broke the hell out of their incompetent status quo for Gala dress code while doubling as an effective way to command the eyes of everybody she graced with her proximity. All manner of publications went wild about her bold choice of attire on the night of the biggest annual event in Equestria. Everyone talked about her. Everyone there had seen her wearing it in person, and everyone not there had seen her wearing it in the presses and papers. Flurry positively relished in the attention... but never in a million years would she have thought wearing that one dress would ripple all the way into being brought up as an idle comment during her abduction, used by her pervert captor to humiliate her while he sat comfortably between her splayed legs and helped himself to the dripping crux of her femininity.

"It is quite impressive how you never seem to be wearing the same thing more than once, no matter how many different photos they get of you," said Shade in a light-hearted matter-of-factly tone. He looked up to her eyes while his thumb continued to dash over her clit. "Do you have a servant that just brings you huge batches of new outfits on the regular, or do you really take the time to pick out every single one?" he added, pressing firmer over her nub and raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

Flurry sneered at him. He spoke to her so calmly; so casually, like they were old friends catching up over a cup of tea. She felt a burning humiliation wash over her as she looked into his face, hearing him speak so nonchalantly to her while just three inches lower his thumb was rapidly oscillating over her clitoral hood, mushing the sensitive pink flesh back and forth from the movements, that racing digit applying such pace and press that she started wondering if he was trying to make her cum on the spot just from this... yet, that relaxed, scalie visage and default articulation he used to ask her about her wardrobe presented itself in such direct contrast to the energy and fervor he was thrumming over her special little spot at the end of his thumb. It was somehow more sick and twisted to see than it was to feel, like he'd done this to her a thousand times before, like it was some routine they had together and he decided to occupy himself by asking her mundane questions in the meantime. How dare he have the fucking gall to look at her so complacently like that—like he was actually expecting an answer from her just as plain as his inquiry was while his thumb continued hastily flicking over her juicy little bead at the exact same time, pressing into it and excitedly rubbing to and fro without so much as a hitch in the motions.

Flurry slowly raised her head up—muzzle pointed toward the ceiling—and let out a long, drawn out groan of contempt mixed with the sound of irrefutable pleasure crushing down on her chest and forcing the breath out slow and heavy, her thighs tensing up so much they began to quiver. She was determined to resist, no matter how effectively he masturbated her.

"That Gala dress was really something special, though. Best thing you've ever worn, by far," said Shade with a gentle but most definitely two-faced expression. "You wore that to attract attention from all the guys, didn't you?" He spoke with disparaging confidence in what was barely above a whisper, the audibility of his words fighting for dominance over the soft rush of rain drops pelting the coach from above.

She gave no answer, her eyes tightly shut. The tuft of fur on her bosom rose and fell in line with her heaving, asynchronous pants as his thumb danced lovingly over her clit, refusing to slow down while he relayed his quiet, offhand taunts to her; a sound Flurry rather preferred hearing in the foreground of all the noises inside the carriage right now. It helped drown out the sound of her own pleasured breathing combined with the wet, squishy rubbing sounds of a dragon fiddling her soaked pink pearl like an uncooperative musical instrument.

He looked back down at her presented pussy, his eyes taking in the sheen of her labia coated top to bottom in her royal girl gush. "Yeaaaaah," he murmured sadistically, slowing his thumb down and roving it in wide, teasing circles around her clitoral hood. "You took a boy up to a private room that night, huh?" His eyes glanced up at her with a curl on the left side of his mouth. His other thumb unhooked itself from the maw of her cunt, then raised two fingers and slid each up into the two little dips between her inner and outer labia, nestling each digit between the layers of petals before parting his fingers into a V-shape to spread her open a different way. "You let some lucky stud fuck the shit out of you, stuff his dick inside this pretty little pussy and plow it like mad on the big night," he growled the explicit accusation with a salacious grin, pressing the top of his tongue into his upper teeth. His hand over her mound curled down to let his forefinger join his thumb at her clit, pinching down on it, then pulling straight up and rolling the captured little pebble between his fingers while two inches lower his other hand held her pussy open for no other reason besides his viewing pleasure. "And that slutty dress didn't come off for a single second, did it? He just pulled your panties down and pounded you as is, am I right?"

"Go FUCK yourself!" spat Flurry from her rigid and unmoving posture, her sneer promptly evolving into a terribly unladylike snarl sitting on top of her snout.

How dare he imply she wore beautiful things specifically to get fucked in them... though, she would be lying to herself if she said the idea had never crossed her mind before. In fact, it came up most often when seeing how she looked in front of a mirror wearing some of her proudest pieces. She could never help that part of herself. She knew she was a knock-out from head to hoof, and always had fun trying to crank that factor up to eleven with as many enhancing facets as she had at her disposal. Of course she'd imagined a suitor doing... things to her without even taking her clothes off first. A lot more than once, even. That was a fairly normal fantasy for any girl to have, but damned if she was going to allow this big mean fucker to know what boats of depravity she was or wasn't in. Perhaps the fact his sentiment was way too close to the truth was what was making her so quick to anger despite how much tighter that knot in her belly was getting as she was edged closer and closer to her peak with every passing minute.

Her sharp retort made his grin immediately shoot into an open-mouth chortle that bellowed out through his deep, bass-y vocal range. "Yeah, I knew it. Must've been quite awkward having to hold your cooch open for half an hour and let him leak out of you before you could finally go back down to the party, huh?" he said with the most horrid and haughty condescension, jerking her clit up and down in his pinch-grip as he laughed, not as a way to pleasure her, but just to debase her—to remind her with a wave of stinging unpleasantry on her most supremely sensitive of places that her very sexuality as a princess was a toy for him to play with at his leisure and her royal status as Equestrian nobility nothing but a joke for him to mock in passing. Flurry winced at the sensation, throwing her head back up and letting a hateful groan escape through her teeth right as she felt his pinch-grip crudely jostling her delicate nub around like a toy, then lowering her chin back down to take in a visual of the disgustingly insulting and abusive maneuver he'd just done to her privates.

"I wish you'd been wearing that slutty Gala dress when we found you," he chided with a sickening smoothness in his voice. "We'd probably have kept you in it the whole time instead of taking it off, you looked so unbelievably fuckable in that thing." His pinch on her clit released, letting it fall back into place as the digits responsible then moved downward, trading places with the pair of fingers from his other hand and wedging themselves into the valley between her inner and outer petals to hold them open from above while the index and middle of his right came together in a straight-and-narrow. The two claw tips centered right at the entrance of her pussy, then paused as he smirked to himself before prodding them forward. "Mmmmmmnnn," came a low rumble of satisfaction from his chords right as he pushed them all the way in, watching his two fingers sloooooowly sink past the pink folds of her inner labia and disappearing inside her joint by joint until his knuckles were smooshing tightly up against the mouth of her nethers.

The intrusion went far deeper than she was expecting, her upper lip slowly rising higher and higher on one side in equal pace to the gradual insertion, bearing half her teeth as she felt him press the two digits as far in as he could get them, the sensation pulling a strained "A-aah... Uuuffffff-f-UCKER!" out of her as the parallel pair of fingers reached the end of their journey, his claw tips poking teasingly at the back of her reproductive canal.

"Of course, you would have stained the hell out of it, squirting like a fuckin' garden hose the way you did..." he added, chuckling darkly to himself as he recollected those special memories of Flurry Heart writhing and shrieking on top of him, the royal daughter trapped naked in his lap with her hind legs forced open while the most unspeakably explicit depravities were done to her intimates over and over until she just couldn't take it anymore, completely losing herself while he snuggled her from behind, feeling every ripple and flex of muscle from her slender physique as she roiled through orgasm after orgasm while being extensively violated at the hands—and mouths, and tongues, and fingers—of him and his degenerate cohorts cooperatively molesting her out of her mind.

He started pumping his fingers in and out of her—slowly at first, then faster—his head tilting ever so slightly to the side with the tip of his muzzle barely two inches from the action. His eyes sat locked onto the pink of her vulva from his top-down spread of her lips as he watched his own digits receding halfway out of her hole, then burrowing back in to the knuckle again and again. "Hoooh fuck, look at thaaaaat!" he mumbled, withdrawing his two fingers and sucking them into his mouth before pushing them back inside her, his hand pivoting at the wrist and twisting the digits left and right as they went in and out, fingering her with a corkscrew motion. "Ohhh, fuck yeah. So niiiiiiice, nnnnmm..." His smile morphed back into a snarling, wicked grin. His upper lip curling high up to the gum line and showcasing the full rows of sharp, draconic teeth all along the length of his mouth and clenched together into a wall of pearly whites.

A suffocating wave of shame suddenly crashed over Flurry's entire being right as she saw him taste her on his fingers. After all he'd already done to her down there, somehow that had caught her off guard—that quick little sheathing of his fingers into his maw while they were coated in her nectar, sampling her delicious arousal that he was solely responsible for inducing. It was so... dirty! That's what it was. It was filthy and foul. He couldn't just be a common thug and finger a princess, he had to take what his fingers were reaching in and rubbing over and drag it along his tongue, too! Like he was enjoying candy powder pulled out from its pouch, taking the flavor stuck to his digits and slathering it over his tongue. He wanted to taste her! That's what he was doing. He didn't need to slicken his fingers to help push them in, she was already wet as a water well during a flood down there, and had been for the past twenty minutes. He just wanted to taste how much he'd excited his captive princess like some sort of sick confirmation of how much her body was responding to his non-consensual seductions. It was so raunchy; so horribly distasteful. She was the Crystal Princess getting her naked pussy taste-tested by the most uncouth ruffian she could've imagined. He was sticking his fingers up her pussy, then pulling out the resulting sweetness and lewdly sucking it off his claws—wet and raunchy—then slipping them right back inside with zero consideration to the fact she'd just watched him do that, apathetic to the fact she was quietly judging him for being so nasty and forward and eager about it as he unceremoniously fingered her snatch in the way only a horny bad boy finally getting everything he wanted would... and all the while sporting that gratified, awful, snarling grin of teeth and gums as he went about it. It was so gross, so horrid, so...

...frustratingly erotic.

This big bad nobody despoiling her innate majesty, seizing the most wonderful beauty in the lands that was meant to be hers alone to give, degrading it all the way down to nothing but a delicious snack for a sexually ravenous dragon thug to just... take as much of as he wanted while all she could do was sit there like a good girl and watch him do it.

Fuck! thought Flurry as she stared down past her belly, suddenly mesmerized by every little movement of his face and fingers. He looked so haughty and hungry as he violated her. She was so delicate and beautiful... and he was so big and nasty. She unconsciously flexed her abdomen tighter as her eyes took in the reality of that juxtaposition playing itself out live and in person down at her crotch.

Try as she might, she couldn't help but like that angle of it. Damn him! Why'd he have to taste her like that? Even with as quick as it was that his lips scraped her juices off his fingers before pushing them right back inside her and resuming the rhythmic insertions in less than two full seconds, it was still more than enough to cause a noticeable tightening in her core as a direct and immediate result.

...And it certainly didn't help how clearly she could see on his vilely triumphant face that he loved every single moment of it as he finger-fucked the Crystal Princess to his heart's content. Something about that heinously depraved expression of degenerate, boyish indulgence was able to emphasize the enormous class disparity between them so much more. It pressed on her secret fetish something fierce to witness the gratuitous satisfaction radiating out of his gruff features as he ravished her so intimately, with his face so unbelievably close to her defenseless privates that there was no way he'd miss even a single twitch or flex of her drenched labia once she inevitably started losing herself to the obscene onslaught he was subjecting her to.

He's not holding your legs anymore! Flurry's conscience interjected, Raise a back hoof up and buck him in the jaw!

But he's so much bigger than me, he'll just catch it, she argued back with herself while looking down her torso and watching her own molestation go on and on, seeing his predatory eyes glued to her pussy and his gleefully snarling muzzle so close to her groin that she could feel his breath through his nostrils hitting the fur on her inner thigh. His tail thumped and swished about behind him—a clear visual indicator of how thrilling it was for him to violate the royal daughter so rigorously. His fingers slipped out of her and again went into his mouth, then came out and pushed back in past her folds, eliciting a sharp, pleasured gasp from Flurry as she witnessed him do it for a second time.

His focus is clearly elsewhere, curl forward and sock him in the nose!

But that'll make him furious, he'll get so rough with me...

He's going to anyway, close your legs and twist onto your side while he has no grip!

But he'll just put me in an even worse pose, and do something even nastier...

Not if you struggle. He only has two hands. Shut your legs and put your forehooves over your groin. He can't move all four limbs at once!

Yet, no matter what tumult Flurry threw at herself, she sat rigid and still anyway, her legs holding themselves open in a one-eighty-degree splits at the edge of the cushions just as he'd positioned them, granting him as much room as physically possible to defile her dripping marehood in whatever unspeakably lewd ways he was creative enough to employ. She bit her lower lip, flattened her ears and just... watched him do it for as long as he wanted to do it.

"Yeaaaaah," moaned Shade aggressively, inhaling through the grin of his teeth, "Oooooh, such a needy little pussy!" he said with supreme arrogance. A low, continuous growl dredged up from the back of his throat and mixed in with his breathing in a constant, unrelenting rumble. His fingers picked up their pace considerably, pumping in and out of her quickly enough to cause a shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk shlk to echo off the walls of the carriage interior for what definitely wasn't the first time since she'd awoken.

Flurry was losing it, just like she knew she inevitably would. She'd lost against his fingers once already, after all. The best she could hope for was to not let it show on her face just how intense her impending climax would be... at least not as much as it did last time. It'd been so horrible last time to finally come back to her senses and the first thing she saw was the faces of two positively enamored scalie goons with the third breathing excitedly just behind her ears, all their focus locked in on the unbelievable mess her pussy had made for them to behold. Flurry knew she couldn't have helped that part, but the fact that someone had watched her cumming so wildly had been the worst component of the ordeal by far. The electric sensuality of her unconsciously rolling hips, the ecstatic faces she must've made that none of them would ever forget, the absolute spectacle that it obviously had been for those dirty drakes to watch every single second of not just a mare, but a princess being flung into the stratosphere by her orgasm before falling all the way back down to Earth! Fuck... not again. She just couldn't allow that indignity again, so she promised herself that she was strong enough to never give her attackers another show like that... and begged the stars that she wouldn't have to break it.

Flurry swallowed the heavy lump in her throat and steeled herself as best she could, closing her eyes and biting down to keep her jaw from falling back open. She manually steadied her uneasy breaths as she huffed them out between brief, intentional pauses of air.

It's fine... you can do this. He has your body, but he doesn't have you, remember? He doesn't have you! she reassured herself.

...

.....Yet..... came the nagging pessimism of her other half.

Flurry's rational mind jolted her eyes back open, her lids raising just in time to see Shade pull his fingers out of her and cram them back into his mouth for a third time, keeping them inside and sucking them dry of every last bit of nectar they were soaked in. He pulled them out of his maw with a needlessly audible shlp, his tongue curling around the tip of his middle claw before pulling away with a shiny strand of what Flurry told herself was just his saliva bridging between his lips and digit, then breaking apart.

"Fuuhck..." he whispered cockily in a high-to-low pitch sounding like disbelief. "Such a cute little pink cunt."

His eyes settled back to her presented pussy, a clear, sticky trail of her arousal leaking out at the bottom of her slit and tracing along the crevice of her buns before collecting in a moist stain of liquid that curved down with the edge of the cushions under her bare ass.

Shade slapped his palms down loudly on Flurry's inner thighs, causing ripples on her fuzzy leg flesh as he feasted on the view between them. "Ohhhh, gorgeous..." he said, sporting that signature 'huge-bully-getting-his-way' face of smug, wide teeth and proud, low brows.

Shut up... Flurry tried to ostracize him, but the words refused to form at all as they echoed in her head, the tiny voice of rebellion battling for its vote in how she should react to such positively lecherous praise.

He ran his hands slowly up her thighs and in toward her sex, catching Flurry's breath in her throat as she felt his palms gliding along her skin and closing in. He gripped down onto each of the two petals of her inner labia with a thumb and forefinger, then pulled the folds back and splayed them outward as far as they'd go without resisting, prominently spreading her labia minora like tiny bat wings and eyeing up the wet, gooey sheen of her girl-juice thickly layered all over the alluring pink genital flaps now fully exposed to the open air.

"You've got such a... beauuuutiful pussy, sweetheart!" he cooed low and husky in a seductive growl, both his voice and expression softening into one of desperate adoration as he plucked open and fondled the lips of her flower, gawking like a lovestruck teenager at the luscious pink insides revealed within.

"Shh-hh-ut up," said Flurry, out loud this time, though far too quiet for even herself to hear over the storm of raindrops barraging the coach's roof.

Shade rubbed her inner labia in the gentle pinch of his fingers, feeling up the tender, spongy flesh of each between his thumb and forefinger while holding them both widely apart. The smooth, squishy interior of her sex couldn't help but blatantly advertise its natural purpose to his prying, hungry eyes, the thought causing his cock to jump in the groin of his pants as he brazenly showcased the out-stretch of her pussy lips to himself, peeling open the soft pink curtains of her weeping regalia like the sepals of an unbloomed rose being manually unfurled by curious fingers. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer, then gave each half of her labia a series of gentle tugs, dragging them up and down and up and down, pulling on each mushy little petal—one, then the other, left, then right—in appreciative, massaging motions. His slitted, predatory eyes watched with keen interest at the way her folds adjusted their shape for every dirty little tug, pull, and tweak from the grasp of his fingers, totally captivated by the live demonstration of how malleable and elastic the inner lips of her pussy really were, contorting them this way and molding them that. He was quite literally just playing with her privates in every sense of the word—not even trying to bring her pleasure—just stretching them up and back and out and down and in like some hormonal adolescent experimenting with the first lady parts he'd ever seen, watching them dance obediently to every tiny, directional manipulation his pinching hold pervertedly puppeted them into.

Flurry scowled down at him, a heavy blush weighing on her cheeks as she took in the prurient peeping of her pulled-apart pussy petals he was patiently partaking in. Fuck, it was so humiliating to watch him fooling around with her privates like that! She was a fucking princess for fucks sake! This was not how you properly molested a princess! The sexuality of royalty is top-of-the-line! You don't just play around with it like some casual fidget-toy meant for passive fun and nothing more! She could hardly believe she was actually feeling genuine disrespect over the fact he wasn't sexually violating her more egregiously, but she knew she was prettier than this! She still wanted him to stop, but... if it was going to continue anyway, then as a princess, she deserved way more reverent treatment than feeling like the example-object of a sex-ed class!

Yeah, yeah. We both know exactly why it's so flexible, you big fucker. Now knock it off and let go! she scorned him from her head, her lips pursing and left eye wincing in silent disdain as she endured the pinkest and most pliable parts of her below-belly-butterfly being so discourteously handled by the grip of his claws.

She absolutely hated the degree of intrigue evident in his face; the careful and inquisitive movements his hold orchestrated on her intimates. It bristled the hell out of her class-disparity fetish the longer she spectated him affectionately fondling her girl folds, and thus lighting a fire under her already swelling shame, burning it even hotter out through her disapproving expression.

Shade's head tilted to the other side, and Flurry noticed his breathing shift from mouth to nose. His fingers let go of her inner petals, only to wedge his thumbs behind them and pinch down on her outer instead, pulling them apart the exact same way and exposing the hidden vales between the two sets of lips. "Nnnhh" came a soft, gravely moan from deep in his throat as he took in the vista of different shades of pink bared in all their splendor to his degenerate ogling.

Shade's eyes drifted up and locked in with hers. He paused, looking into her soul for several long seconds before finally speaking. "Your pretty pussy is so fuckin' perfect, Flurry," he moaned lovingly, dropping his eyes back down to her nethers and drinking in the display of a lifetime sitting there between her opened thighs and hiding absolutely nothing.

"Shut UUuup," cried Flurry somewhere between a mewl of dying anger and a girly shriek of outrage. She took in a deep breath and huffed it out through flaring nostrils like the highly agitated equine she was, her face showing more and more of the subjugating shame resting on it with every passing second that his fingers held her vulva agape, his eyes transfixed on her royal pussy being so lewdly exhibited to him. Fucking hell, why did he like doing this so much? Did it really not lose any appeal for him no matter how long or how many times he looked at it? A swirling burst of delight instantly raced through her chest and down to her loins at the thought. Damn him to the stars, that was flattering as fuck if it was true!

Flurry could handle being called pretty, even in a situation like this. She knew what the butterflies in her belly from it meant now, and had tried to tell herself it was just another milquetoast compliment from a random nobody as a means to water down the thrilling impact that word gave in this highly explicit new context... but someone calling specifically her pussy pretty instead of just her was a whole other ballgame she didn't know how to react to. There was no way to use her coping mechanism of pretending it was anybody else saying it but him until that wave of dither passed. He flattered her in ways she truly had no experience to draw from, causing the compliment to sink right into her core, bypassing all her barriers of resistance without even trying. She couldn't picture anybody ever saying that to her! Nobody at the palace would ever dare compliment her in such a way if they ever wanted to see the sun again. Even being caught talking about her flank in passing would get you locked up for at least a couple months, but looking the princess dead in the eye and saying she had a pretty pussy would surely have stunned her into silence for a solid ten seconds just from how unspeakable of a faux pas it would be before she'd finally fly into a rage, having them locked in a cage that dropped into the ocean. It's a matter of cultivated comportment! You just don't tell a princess something like that...

...even if it was completely true and you were looking directly at the empirical evidence for it while said princess did nothing to stop you.

She wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose, but her humiliation was seriously ramping up the longer he drank in what she had to show. In fact, she was quietly hoping he was doing it on purpose, so that at least she could call that dumbfounded look of longing currently sitting on his face nothing but an act meant to rile her up instead of the genuine trance of raw, ethereal desire that it truly looked like as he lasered his focus all over and straight into the crux of her pink pussy. There was no telling how much of this was because he was a dragon and how much was because he was a male, but nevertheless, she had time to ponder it thanks to the long, grueling pause in her assault while he gave himself the filthiest close-up view of her opened snatch, basking in how unbelievably immaculate the Crystal Princess' naked, dripping cunt looked staring right back at him. Was she just that pretty, or was he just that thirsty? Maybe every boy would do this to her if given the chance. She choked back a wanton huff of breath just thinking about it, carefully watching the tiny movements of Shade's eyes scraping up every last sliver of the ultimate pornographic eye candy in front of him.

Flurry knew she was the most fantasized-about girl in the whole nation with only a small hoofful of contenders close behind—one of them definitely her own aunt that currently ruled all of Equestria. It made sense... boys liked forbidden girls, they're a bunch of oafish idiots with conqueror instincts that always default them to desiring the grandest possible prize in any field of competition. She'd always turned up her nose to the thought of stallions being interested in her, it was her go-to reaction for any tier of acclaim that she felt she was entitled to anyway. In fact, she'd been so dismissive of just how many boys fantasized about her that she'd never once stopped to think about what those fantasies would actually look like step-by-step; what physical activities or positions such fantasies would involve. Certainly, they weren't all just about kissing her hoof and taking her to dinner.

...And as Flurry sat in her carriage with her legs wide open while a big, scary brute burrowed his gaze directly into the lush, sticky pink insides of her parted princess pussy for dozens of seconds in total silence, she realized she didn't need to guess. That look on his face as he gawked at her breeding center told her loud and clear he was currently living out a sexual fantasy that he'd probably always had about her, and the legendary sight of it realized before him meant he just couldn't pull himself away.

Her eyes jumped back and forth from his face to her own crotch, remaining just as silent and contemplative as he. In truth, the reason why he was drawing the moment out almost awkwardly long didn't even matter to her. All that did matter was the fact it was so fucking embarrassing to see his stupid, beautiful blue eyes boring into the naked spread of her cunt like that. His fingers were so gentle—so still—holding open the peachy puffs of her outer pussy lips and just... staring in silence—in tribute. Fuck's sake, she hated the staring... or maybe just hated what it was doing to her brain; trapping her on the sharpest of edges that bundled up all her attention into a single, frazzled wad of anxiety that he dangled around on a string, every single second that passed by with him holding her in that metaphysical cage of amatory indignity driving her deeper and deeper into a quiet, internal frenzy of utterly degrading madness.

Flurry thought back to their first meeting when he'd dropped his gaze down to her dress-covered posterior.

A scum-puddle like you does NOT let his eyes roam over royalty! she'd shouted in rage. Looking back to that made her current position so much more ironic, but in the most mortifying way. She'd been so, so angry at him for peeping at her completely clothed ass for barely five seconds that she'd literally sprang into action to get up in his face and chew him out... now that very same 'scum-puddle' was closely reviewing the color, shape, and condition of her vaginal cavity inside and out like he was some twisted, professional pervert delicately measuring exactly how fuckable her hole was—the one and only hole of her body quite literally meant for being fucked. But this time, instead of jumping up in his face and bearing her teeth like a fearless wolf, she was just sitting there and... letting him look as much as he wanted.

The only saving grace to her pride she could think of was the fact that nobody was around to see how inexplicably complacent she was in letting it continue. She'd keel over on the spot from embarrassment if even one other soul back at the empire ever found out she'd willingly held her hindlegs open to the exact degree they'd been pushed apart and allowed some bearish, cutthroat scoundrel totally unrestricted, hands-on access to her royal unmentionables, looking down her own belly and watching him smile and snarl and sneer in pervy relish as he eagerly scrutinized every square inch of the royal daughter's forbidden pink pussy five inches from his leering face.

A heavy huff of breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding escaped from her maw. Stop looking at it! Just do something already! I don't care! Do whatever you want to it, just stop fucking... staring! pleaded Flurry from her fuzzing thoughts. He was dragging his eyes all over it like he was trying to take a mental photograph that he could later call upon whenever he wanted; like he was trying to cement the close-up sight of her pussy into his mind so he could turn it into some sort of first-class spank bank material that he'd use repeatedly at a later date.

Flurry let out another trembling, prolonged exhale as that theory sank in. The more she thought about it, the more she realized this slow, unmoving pause in her assault as he eyed up her naked pussy in stillness and silence was, in fact, a violation of her royal stature on a whole other level she only just now recognized.

Oh fuck, she could already see it in her head! He'd stroke himself off so many times using this exact moment, pulling up his hyper-vivid memory of her bared and beautiful young pussy with its squishy petals pinched between his sturdy fingers and pulled open, pleasuring himself to it again and again. Even if she got rescued and he was imprisoned for life, he'd still have the exact shape and contours of her royal labia seared into his mind and easy to review. In a way, he'd have a type of permanent access to her nethers thanks to this seemingly insignificant break in salacious activity against her.

She couldn't help but visualize it. This big, hulking brute propping himself up against a wall with one hand while the other was busy stroking his cock to inevitable orgasm, panting through clenched teeth and a furrowed brow as he shot out huge ropes of that nasty white stuff all over the floor at his feet, making himself cum with nothing but the memories of her perfect, naked body ready to go in his mind for him to get off to again and again at his leisure. Flurry felt herself getting physically hotter all over, her heartrate practically doubling as the imagery ran through her head. The idea of him repeatedly pleasuring himself to just the thought of her with no clothes on set loose another massive swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

Shade's tongue slithered from his mouth and wetted his lips, brief and just barely noticeable, but with absolutely nothing else going on besides his immobile stare-down of her splayed vulva, it was the only thing Flurry noticed in that heart-stopping tournament of endless silence between the two.

Oh no, don't you fucking dare! Flurry's eyes widened, looking down at him in worry. Dragon's didn't smell with their tongues, that was wyverns. He was doing that for another reason. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she tried fruitlessly to lie to herself that she didn't know exactly what that reason was.

"Fuck... such a beautiful girl..." he breathed out his excitement in a hushed tone, staring at the object of his desire, his eye lids drooping like he was succumbing to an ingested drug taking him over moment by moment. His head leaned lazily forward, eyes drifting all the way shut and mouth falling open just as slowly, choregraphing its objective clear as day.