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

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-...