No Sweeter Innocence

Cozy Glow wakes up feeling empty again.

She glances to her side to see Flurry Heart still asleep, looking like the innocent princess everypony else believes her to be.

And yet, knowing that she's stolen that innocence doesn't even put a smile on her face. It was fun in the moment, but now the moment is gone, and with it, all the joy and satisfaction she had felt.

The solution was obvious, of course.

"Wake up, little snowstorm." By the time Flurry opens up her eyes, Cozy's head is already between her back legs, her tongue already hard at work continuing the corruption of the young alicorn.

Flurry groans, first in tiredness, and then in pleasure as her mind registers what Cozy is doing. "W-What?" Her eyes widen. "Cozy?"

"Morning, sleepyhead," Cozy says, never stopping her ministrations. "What, you didn't think we were done yet, were you?"

"I-I need to get ready for class," Flurry stammers out. "I have a presentation on—"

"Who cares about that?" Cozy asks. "Doesn't this feel way better than any lecture?"

Flurry pushes her away, and her unintended strength is so great that Cozy has no choice but to acquiesce. "That doesn't matter," she says firmly. "I have a duty to myself and to the Empire to set a good example and learn what I need to become a proper princess."

"Oh, I get it." Cozy waves a hoof dismissively. "You just wanted a little taste of teenage rebellion, and now that it's not sitting so comfortably in your stomach, you're ready to turn tail and run." She shook her head. "Figures. I shouldn't be disappointed that you're just as much of a goody-two-shoes as the rest of the princesses." She made a show of casually hopping off the bed. "Well, hope you have a happy rest of your life, little snowstorm."

She barely makes it halfway to the door before Flurry calls out. "Wait!"

Cozy turns around, triumphant. "Yeah?" She taps her hoof against the pristine crystal floor impatiently. "You have any last goodbyes you wanna say?"

"Fine." Flurry looks down at the bed, not meeting Cozy's gaze. "I'll... I'll skip class and do what you want." Her cheeks burn at those words.

"Good girl." Cozy flits back onto the bed, giving Flurry a kiss as her reward.

"So, what do we do now?" Flurry sneaks nervous glances at the door, as if she's expecting a truant officer to burst through at any time. "We will need some kind of cover story if we're going to spend the day together."

"Sounds like a skill you're gonna have to learn fast," Cozy replies with a shrug. "You can figure it out later." Upon further reflection, she decides to throw her new pupil a bone. "This place is too bright for me. There's a safe house we used back in the day that's probably still in one piece." Cozy rattles off the coordinates. "Won't you be a dear and teleport us there, please?"

Flurry rolls her eyes but does as commanded.

What was once a lair where Cozy had plotted the downfall of the alicorns is now little more than a dusty apartment filled with boxes of plans that no longer matter. There were once supplies in the kitchen pantry in case she needed to hide out here for an extended period of time, but Cozy isn't exactly eager to find out if they're still good.

Flurry glances around the room with a disgusted expression on her face, her eyes settling onto the moth-eaten curtains that let in the sunlight through their holes. "Charming," she says, sarcasm dripping with her lips.

"Feel free to use that magic of yours to tidy up a little," Cozy says, and is somewhat relieved when a wave of magical energy clears the dust from the room, along with all the mysterious stains. It even mends the decaying fabrics in the room.

In short order, her hideout looks as it once did, and with that familiar sight a wave of longing washes over her. Not for the anger and hate that had consumed her mind while she drew up her plans to oust the alicorns— no, she still held that enmity somewhere in her cold, dead heart. But that sense of purpose, of feeling like she could actually do something with the bile and boiling blood in her veins, that she missed dearly.

She had felt a sliver of that last night, with Flurry.

And maybe she could feel it again today.

"Okay, let's get back to the bedroom," Cozy said. "I'm not done with you yet."

That knocks the confidence from Flurry's face. "O-Oh, okay."

Cozy spends the whole day tainting Flury further. By lunchtime, her own lust is thoroughly burnt out, but Flurry is still young and far from shallow as a vessel for carnal pleasure.

And Cozy fills her up in hopes that she will spill over into herself.

When she isn't inflicting sex acts upon her, Cozy and Flurry break to talk.

"So, what're you the alicorn of, anyways?" It's the easiest question for Cozy to ask in order to learn how to better drag down this filly she's accidentally ensnared without trying.

"I don't know," Flurry replies, which still gives Cozy a lot to work with. "Unlike the others, I wasn't granted my apotheosis during a moment of grand revelation. I was just... born like this." She looks away, allowing her mane to cover her face. "Even my cutie mark was granted to me when I led a ceremony at the Crystal Faire to empower the heart with the love of our people, which does not give me a clue as to what my domain would be."

"Wow, that sucks." Cozy busies herself in tracing out small circles in Flurry's coat, appreciating how silky smooth it is. "Is that why you came to me, then? Hoping that being a villain might help you with your whole coming-of-age self-discovery stuff?"

"Something like that," Flurry mumbles. "I'm... different from my parents. I've always known that. Not just because they earned their positions, but because they've always been good people."

Cozy smirks. "And you're a bad girl?"

"Something like that." Flurry lets out a bitter chuckle. "And I guess bad girls need to be punished, huh?"

Cozy responds by bringing Flurry to orgasm with her hoof, her mind churning all the while. Flurry's answers are often those of a child chafing under the perfect presence of her parents. And yet...

She's hiding something. It's quite obvious with how she's trying to play the role of the mysterious alicorn even with her heart laid bare to Cozy, but for the life of her the older mare can't figure out what's actually shrouded beneath her sometimes-vague words.

The questions Flurry asks after catching her breath don't help much in that regard either.

"What felt better?"

"Huh?" Cozy lifts her head up from Flurry's belly to stare at her.

“You held the world in your hoof twice,“ Flurry explains. "Once through guile and once through magic. Was it more satisfying to command ponies with just your words, or to crush them under spells no mortal could ever cast?"

For a moment, she looks far older than her eighteen years, the weight of eternity stirring in her voice and face. Cozy beats back the primal fear of such a powerful creature, reminding herself that she is the one in control. "Well, you'd know a thing or two about both, princess," she deflects.

"I wanted the perspective of someone who wasn't born with either," Flurry replies. "Well, someone who isn't my mother or my aunt."

"What, worried they'd think you were broken because you didn't hate having power like they do?" Cozy sneers.

"You know how they would answer the question." Flurry sighs. "So that's why I'm asking you."

Cozy makes a show of teasing Flurry as she thinks of a safe answer, her hooves tracing slow circles on the inside of her thighs. "I only really had the school the first time," she says eventually. "I had big plans, but those meddling students stopped me before I got very far. But the second time, I had all the princesses captured and we'd blown up Canterlot Castle, so that was way more of a big deal."

"Every princess except for my mother," Flurry corrects her. "And me, of course."

Cozy's eyes narrow. "Sounds like somepony needs to find something better to do with her mouth than ask dumb questions."

And so it goes. Cozy's kiss shuts Flurry up for a time, and the back-and-forth continues with both sides yielding as little ground as possible.

Night falls on a bed that reeks of sweat and sex, but Cozy doesn't care. She can feel her body finally beginning to give after the day's physical exertion, but Flurry can't be allowed to see that weakness.

"Well, that was fun," Cozy says casually, after making Flurry bring her to one final climax after several hours of convalescence on her part. "But we don't want ponies getting too suspicious, so you're gonna go home and go to school tomorrow like the good little girl everyone thinks you are, okay?"

Flurry lifts her head up from between Cozy's legs to stare at her, wide-eyed. "Just like that?" she asks, and the hurt in her voice almost makes Cozy feel powerful and pathetic.

But at least it's a feeling.

"What, were you expecting us to cuddle and do each other's manes after?" Cozy rolls her eyes, pushing Flurry away. "We're not marefriends. You're just hot."

Flurry gulps, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Right, of course. So, will I see you again afterwards?" she asks, far too desperate than she likely intends to come across.

"Yeah, sure." Cozy tries to sound as disinterested as possible. "I'll meet you here at six. Now get out while I shower." She heads towards the bathroom, not bothering to spare a glance at the filly she's spent the whole day defiling.

"Thank you," is the last thing Cozy hears before Flurry teleports away, and the words stick in her mind as the water descends upon her head.

Flurry is young, but not so naïve as to not see what Cozy is doing. She knows that Cozy is just using her.

So why does she sound so grateful?

The worst part is that Cozy hasn’t even gotten what she wanted out of her. For all the carnal pleasure that she's lost herself in, the emptiness is just as gnawing and ever-present as it was two days ago when she’d been a pony drowning herself in drink.

She slams a hoof against the wall, sending water spraying everywhere. It’s fine. This is just an appetizer, really, a quickie to serve as a prelude for what’s to come.

Soon, Cozy will have her revenge, and then she’ll feel whole at last.