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!

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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.