No Sweeter Innocence

For a moment, Cozy Glow thinks she is happy.

It's not the pleasure of the kiss itself, per se. Flurry is clumsy and inexperienced and it's been a while for Cozy as well, so their tongues slide haphazardly around each other as they press their muzzles together.

But then she opens her eyes and sees wings and a horn. And there is no greater rush than bringing one of their kind low.

“You really want this, huh,” Cozy says when Flurry’s eyes open again, wide and glittering. “I bet that’s why you came to me in the first place. What, did the perfect pretty princess get bored of all the suitors her age?”

Flurry shakes her head, looking away. “I’m only showing you how dedicated I am to learning from you.”

“Aww, how cute!” Cozy’s voice dripped with open mockery. “You’re going to have to learn how to lie way better if you wanna make it in this world, Princess.”

"Is that all you wanted from me, then?" Flurry is doing a terrible job at hiding the trembling in her voice, and that only spurs Cozy on more.

"'Course not." Cozy taps her forehead with a hoof. "Now, why don't you use that pretty little horn of yours to teleport us back to your place?"

A flash of panic in Flurry's eyes as her gaze jerks back to Cozy. "If the guards see you—"

"Better make sure they don't catch us, then, huh?" Cozy smirks, suppressing her own worries. Even if she has nothing left to lose, facing the wrath of the Royal Family head-on isn't exactly something she's eager to face. But... "You don't win by playing scared, Little Snowstorm."

As expected, Flurry frowns, her pride injured. "Fine," she says, her horn glowing.

In a flash, Cozy finds herself inside a lavish bedroom. Walls of polished crystals reflect light from the giant chandelier dangling in the middle of the room. Every piece of furniture a teenage filly might need is present in exquisitely carved detail. On the bed is a worn, stuffed snail plushie that judges Cozy with its unblinking gaze.

She turns back to see Flurry's horn pulsing as magic spreads out and coats the walls in a thick layer, like a barrier of slime. "There," the young princess declares. "That should keep anyone from coming in or finding out that I'm not alone in here."

"Good girl." Cozy climbs onto the bed, running her hoof across the perfectly smooth, silken sheets. "Nice place you got here, princess," she says, idly playing with the stuffed snail toy. "You really ready to give this perfect world up?"

"I don't intend to lose anything," Flurry declares firmly. "Only to gain."

Cozy snorts. "Sorry, princess, but it doesn't work like that." She puts a hoof over her heart. "Guess we'll see if you have what it takes to give up what you need to. Now, come here."

Like a lamb being beckoned forward by a lion, Flurry approaches cautiously. Her whole body is tense, muscles taut in a way that shows off the defined lines of her body. She looks so enticing, the fear a heady cloud that stirs something primal in Cozy's brain.

"You're really pretty," Cozy comments idly, her hoof reaching out to stroke Flurry's mane. It's soft and smells nice, like a snowy meadow after a blizzard. "I bet you hear that a lot, huh."

Flurry shivers as Cozy's hoof slides lower, onto her withers. "Yeah." The answer comes out softly. "I know how good I look."

"And you're ready to give that to me?" Cozy asks. "Have you ever even kissed another pony before? Or was I your first?"

Flurry blushes but doesn't respond, and Cozy's grin widens.

"Aww, so I took your first kiss?" Cozy's voice drips with smugness. "Well, little snowstorm, I'm gonna need a lot more from you if this is gonna work out." She's drawing slow circles around Flurry's back now, making her alternately relaxed and stiff as she loses herself in her touch for a few moments before coming back to her senses.

"H-How much more?" Flurry's voice catches in her throat.

Cozy's hoof slips lower, lower, lower, and her lips brush against Flurry's ears as she whispers, "Everything."

Flurry shudders, squeezing her eyes shut.

"C'mon, princess, don't act like you're going to just lie there and think of the Empire." Cozy presses a kiss against Flurry's neck. "That's no fun." Her hoof rests against Flurry's rump, soft yet firm under her touch. "Why don't you tell me how much you really want this before I get bored and leave?"

"I-I want you," Flurry finally admits with a shaky breath.

"That's a good start." The words are punctuated by an approving slap from Cozy that makes the flesh of Flurry's rump jiggle lightly, sending mesmerizing waves down her coat. "Keep going."

Flurry gulps. "Must I?"

"The thing about having to lie to everyone else is that you need to make sure to be honest to yourself." Cozy's clicks her tongue as she rubs the place where she's spanked Flurry. "So tell me how hot you feel, how much you want my hoof to go just a little bit lower."

Flurry's voice and body tremble in counterpoint to one another as she speaks. "I... It feels like it's burning down there. It's... it's so hot between my back legs, but I'm tingling everywhere."

"Like this?" Cozy trails kisses down Flurry's neck towards her belly and then back up again, using plenty of tongue to bathe her coat in her saliva. "You thought about this before you even came to the bar, didn't you?" she accuses.

"Y-Yes." Flurry burns in shame at the admission, her whole body shaking.

"The Empire would be so disappointed to learn that their perfect pretty princess has a thing for older, unsuitable mares," Cozy whispers, her tongue poking against Flurry's ear.

"Please don't tell them," Flurry begs.

"Don't worry, I won't," Cozy assures her. "You're all mine." She pushes against Flurry, and there's a moment of hesitation before she yields, allowing herself to be rolled over onto her back as she closes her eyes.

And that single moment of submission is better than any drug.

Cozy's hoof touches Flurry in her most intimate places, planting the seeds of corruption deep within her body. Every cry and sob and moan spurs her on and adds fuel to the fire in her own loins, but that doesn't matter at the moment. Eventually, once she's toyed with her prey enough, Cozy's tongue joins in the violation of her princess, inflicting new heights of pleasure upon her victim as she thrashes and pleads wordlessly for mercy.

Lust and domination and darkness consume her mind as she drives Flurry towards her release, and those feelings only sharpen when Flurry doesn't resist at all afterwards as Cozy tugs her head between her own back legs. Her little snowstorm is dutiful in her reciprocity, and her skill is less important than her innocence in bringing Cozy to her own climax.

And then, when they both collapse in exhaustion, side-by-side as if they were actually lovers, the void in Cozy's heart is replaced by a black sludge that she's fed to Flurry.

She can't wait to feed her more of it in the morning.