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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...frustratingly erotic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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