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Pink Haze - Part 3

By Glimbrain
Created: 2025-04-04 21:55:17
Expiry: Never
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  1. Synopsis: Anon is bullied by three pink mares, but what goes around comes around.
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  3. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
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  5. Updates every 3 days.
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  7. *** LINKS AND KINKS ***
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  9. PART 1: https://ponepaste.org/10656
  10. PART 2: https://ponepaste.org/10809
  11. PART 3: YOU ARE HERE
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  13. LATEST UPDATE: Line 17
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  15. CURRENT KINK LIST: role reversal, undressing, hoof kissing, preening, kissing practise, breath sharing, clumsy fondling, fingering a princess, squash soup, defloration, gentle missionary under the bed covers
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  17. *** 22 ***
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  19. "Ngh…"
  20. >Groaning yourself into a semi-lucid state, you steadily open your eyes—and you greet cold blue stone.
  21. >Slowly but surely, you manage to lift your face up from the crystalline surface of your front desk.
  22. >Sitting upright in your crystal chair, you lazily look around your empty reception.
  23. >Not a soul in sight.
  24. >Yawning out loud, you stretch both of your arms outwards and upwards.
  25. >Sleeping on the job yet again.
  26. >Poor form, Anonymous.
  27. >Hopefully no-one caught you slacking.
  28. >Then again, barely anyone comes in here anyway—so you're probably good.
  29. >Glancing back down at your desk, you notice a messy splattering of drool near where your mouth once was.
  30. >Better wipe that off; don't wanna look unprofessional in case any customers actually *do* show up.
  31. >After giving the top of your desk a quick scan, you swiftly locate the nearby tissue box.
  32. >Retrieving a tissue, you quickly wipe off your drool pool, and you soon dump your used tissue into the trash can.
  33. >However, your gaze is once again drawn back to your tissue box—as you notice the papery corner of a pink envelope hiding underneath it.
  34. >Quirking an eyebrow, you retrieve the envelope and examine it in detail:
  35. >The envelope's fine texture is both smooth and soft to the touch; in fact, it feels more like you're handling silk than paper.
  36. >The paper itself is subtly scented with a pleasant floral fragrance.
  37. >Double checking the recipient's address, you confirm that this envelope is indeed addressed to you.
  38. >But who would…?
  39. "Hm…"
  40. >Checking the front, you see that this envelope has been sealed with the symbol of a light-blue love heart.
  41. "…oh!"
  42. >You remember now!
  43. >Yes, this envelope shall be the key to your salvation.
  44. >Looking over the seal over once more, you recognise this "blue love heart" to be a royal insignia—one depicting the Crystal Empire's very own Crystal Heart.
  45. >Incidentally, the Crystal Heart also happens to be the emblematic cutie mark of Flurry Heart—Crown Princess of Love.
  46. >…Ugh. Flurry Heart.
  47. >You recall how it was only a couple days ago that Flurry, Cozy, and another mare made an absolute fool of you within the sanctity of your own massage parlour.
  48. >That's not an ordeal you ever wish to repeat.
  49. >Thankfully, you may not ever have to.
  50. >Because you and that perspicacious pegasus—Cozy Glow—have now established a partnership of sorts.
  51. >Despite its heart-sealed design, this paper parcel was in fact a delivery from Cozy herself.
  52. >And supposedly, it contains something which will help you turn the tables on the Crown Princess of Love—and secure sweet, sweet revenge.
  53.  
  54. >The possibilities pique the imagination—just what exactly could this envelope contain?
  55. >A tube of really, *really* itchy massage oil?
  56. >A set of scandalous photos that you could blackmail her with?
  57. >A mind-control collar that would allow you to turn her into your brainwashed slave?
  58. >…Eh, that last one sounds a little *too* out there.
  59. >Anyway, there's no time like the present.
  60. >Tearing away the top chunk of that perfumed paper like it's the biggest present on Christmas Day, you greedily reach inside the envelope and slowly pull out…
  61. >…
  62. >…a pink feather.
  63. "Huh?"
  64. >Wait.
  65. >What?
  66. "No, no. That can't be right."
  67. >Setting the feather down to one side, you reach inside the envelope again:
  68. >It's empty.
  69. >Opening up the envelope with both hands, you peer inside:
  70. >It's empty.
  71. >Squinting your eyes, you desperately double-check the envelope's interior for anything you may have missed.
  72. >It's empty.
  73. >Furiously tearing up the envelope into many tiny little pieces, you silently stare at the small piece of pink paper still held in your right hand.
  74. >It's shredded.
  75. >And empty.
  76. >Just like your hopes and dreams.
  77. >You let go of the scented scrap and watch it slowly float down to the desk.
  78. >Then, you turn your gaze over to the feather you set aside.
  79. >That.
  80. >Single.
  81. >Pink.
  82. >Feather.
  83. >It's Cozy's gift to you—it was supposed to be your ace in the hole.
  84. >What the fuck are you meant to do with this?
  85. >Tickle the Crown Princess into submission?
  86. >No, that's not it. That's not it at all.
  87. >This feather. The envelope. Everything.
  88. >It was all just a joke—a cruel, practical joke played at your expense.
  89. >To dangle the slimmest glimmer of hope in front of you—and then yank it away right before the end.
  90. >How could you have ever even entertained the idea that Cozy would betray one of her closest friends?
  91. >You're a human, an alien—an outcast; there's not a pony on this planet that would earnestly side with the likes of you over their tight-knit friend group.
  92. >Damn it. You've been such a fool, strung along by delusions of grandeur and promises of vengeance.
  93. >Perhaps it's what you deserve for so-blindly trusting one of your tormentors.
  94. >After all, two days ago, Cozy watched you gutlessly grovel and debase yourself with a sadistic sneer upon her face.
  95. >And yesterday, she wormed her way into your good graces with sweet smiles, honeyed words and chocolatey gifts.
  96. >Of course she set you up to fail.
  97. >But it doesn't end there, for the punchline to this pitiless prank has yet to fully hit your parlour—Flurry Heart herself will be visiting your establishment later today for a massage.
  98. >This time, she'll be by her lonesome—but you have no doubt that she intends to torment you even further.
  99. >You'd love nothing more than to throw her out your front door the moment she enters your reception.
  100.  
  101. >Alas, you can't—for you still remember how she had openly threatened your livelihood when she last came here.
  102. >If you piss this princess off, she could very easily run you out of town—or worse.
  103. >Breathing out a deep sigh of resignation, you solemnly slump back against your chair.
  104. "I should really look into moving away from this shithole," you mutter to yourself.
  105. >Somewhere out in the countryside, there exists a quaint little village called Ponyville; despite it's equine-inspired name, it's known to warmly welcome curious creatures of many different kinds, providing fresh starts and ample opportunities to all those to seek them.
  106. >That's what a random brochure once told you, anyway.
  107. >Still, it does sound nice.
  108. >If you manage to cut back on your personal expenses and save up your meagre earnings, perhaps you can move out and ply your Handyman trade over there.
  109. >Some place where the grass is far greener;
  110. >Some place where the ponies are far friendlier;
  111. >Some place where the two-faced, backstabbing pegasi and prissy, bitchy alicorns stay far the fuck away.
  112. >…
  113. >Until then, you're just gonna have to grin and bear it—endure the humiliation.
  114. >You might as well make the most of what time you have left before Flurry comes over.
  115. >Maybe you can spend some time pacing around your reception in circles—you love doing that.
  116. >What time is she visiting your parlour, again?
  117. >Assuming Cozy wasn't lying to you—again—Flurry should be stopping by at noon.
  118. >What time is it right now?
  119. >A couple minutes until noon.
  120. >Hm.
  121. "…Fuck."
  122. >You don't have *nearly* enough time to get one of your properly paced panicked pacing procedures in.
  123. >What the hell are you gonna do now?
  124. "Uugh…" you groan out loud, massaging your temples.
  125. >It's at times like these that you need a little bit of moral support from the old reliable:
  126. >Your copy of "Embracing the Heart," lying on top of your reception desk—
  127. >And the—
  128. "Wait. What the fuck is this?"
  129. >You don't remember buying this book.
  130. >What's it even about?
  131. >Tentatively, you read out an excerpt:
  132. "'…perhaps the greatest love of all stems from that which you grant yourself. Your body may mislead you, while your mind may deceive you—but as long as you trust in your most earnest of emotions and continue to stay true to yourself: your heart shall never lead you astray.'"
  133. >You blink.
  134. "What?"
  135. >This…
  136. >This is some whackass self-help book.
  137. >How the shit did this waste of paper end up on your desk?
  138. >And for that matter—who wrote this drivel?
  139. >…
  140. >The author is someone named Jimmy Cart.
  141. >Sounds like a douchebag.
  142. >You promptly close the book and toss it in the trash, never to be opened again.
  143. >Then, you spare a glance towards that singular pink feather on your desk.
  144. "Fucking pink feather…"
  145. >Fucking Cozy Glow.
  146. >Fucking Jimmy Cart.
  147. >Fucking—
  148. >*Dinga-linga-ling*
  149. >Flurry Heart.
  150.  
  151. >Looking up from your desk, you glance towards the entrance.
  152. >An alicorn's at the door.
  153. >She's here.
  154. "Damn it…" you mumble to yourself.
  155. >There's no running from this, you suppose.
  156. >Might as well be professional about it.
  157. >You discreetly clear your throat and stand straight up.
  158. "Welcome back, Princess Flurry Heart."
  159. >You curtly bow before her.
  160. >She drags her bored blue eyes away from the nearest wall and sights you.
  161. >"Hm."
  162. >One of her ears makes a slight twitch as she makes eye contact with you—but she otherwise regards you with a callous indifference.
  163. >As you stare each other down, you note that she's still wearing her royal regalia from a couple of days ago:
  164. >Silver hoof shoes, a silver peytral adorned with a blue heart-shaped crystal, and a blue crystal crown atop her head.
  165. >You're not surprised that she's still wearing her showy attire; you doubt this pompous princess would ever skip a chance to show off her high status—especially to a low-born "pleb" like you.
  166. >A few seconds pass.
  167. >Flurry's disinterested gaze steadily drifts down your body as she sizes you up.
  168. >Her eyes suddenly widen.
  169. >"U-uhm…"
  170. >She bashfully looks to the side, cheeks faintly flushing and wings slightly shuffling.
  171. >You arch an eyebrow at her unexpected diffidence.
  172. "Huh?"
  173. >Trailing her previous line of sight, you look straight down:
  174. >You are completely naked.
  175. >And at full mast.
  176. "Oh shit—!"
  177. >You quickly slam your bare bottom back onto the cushioned seat of your crystal chair, hiding your whole hog from her view.
  178.  
  179. >This…this is awkward.
  180. >You must have been going commando this whole time!
  181. >How on God's green Equestria did you not notice?
  182. >Whatever, the "how" doesn't matter.
  183. >What *does* matter is you immediately rectifying this before a princess jails you in the dungeons for accidentally flashing her.
  184. "S-sorry, uh…"
  185. >You scratch the back of your head.
  186. "…w-wardrobe malfunction."
  187. >Flurry spares you a short glance before once again looking to the side.
  188. >"…Right."
  189. >She takes in a deep breath, and then lets it out as an indignant huff.
  190. >With renewed fire in her eyes, she clears her throat and addresses you:
  191. >"Anyway, I'm here for the massage."
  192. >Quickly lifting a hoof, she points over to your hallway.
  193. >"It's down that way, right?"
  194. "A-ah, yes." You nod. "That's right."
  195. >Lowering said hoof, she traipses past your desk.
  196. "I'll be with you in a moment," you call to her. "Just, um, gotta put my workwear on."
  197. >Stopping in place, she turns her head to make eye contact with you.
  198. >She opens her mouth, and her eyes flit down to your desk for a brief moment.
  199. >Just as soon as her eyes flit back up to your face, she closes her mouth and turns around, promptly heading down the hall without a word.
  200. >Strange.
  201. >After making a quick trip upstairs and into your bedroom, you get to work on reclaiming your modesty.
  202. >While you clothe yourself, you ruminate on something that has been bothering you:
  203. >Were her pupils always bright pink?
  204. >…
  205. >Eh, maybe it's a Princess of Love thing.
  206. >Once you fully garb yourself, you head back downstairs.
  207. >And with a deep, reticent sigh—you head down the hallway towards your parlour.
  208.  
  209. ***
  210.  
  211. >No matter how many times you travel down this tall, wide corridor—you never get tired of it.
  212. >The blue crystal flooring, which is polished to an immaculate sheen, echoes with each measured footstep you take.
  213. >The light-blue crystal walls, also meticulously polished, reach up to dizzyingly high heights.
  214. >Great purple banners hang from up high on these tall walls; they are embroidered with country crests of notable import.
  215. >The crystal ceiling at the very top is indented with polygonally shaped fixtures that shine out a bright white light, thus illuminating your path below.
  216. >The air around you is clean, fresh, and tingles your nostrils with the faint soothing scent of lavender.
  217. >You take in the various sights of this scenic hall as you proceed onwards:
  218. >Such as copious carved crystal busts that depict the polished heads of portentous ponies and celebrated creatures;
  219. >Large glass vases that hold exotic plants imported from all over Equestria;
  220. >And hung paintings that depict magnificent landscapes of many different kinds—ranging from verdant glades, to expansive deserts, to sparkling glaciers.
  221. >These illustrated vistas teem with bustling life; your crystalline reality, however, is far more tranquil.
  222. >The hallowed halls you walk through happen to be unusually quiet at this time of night.
  223. >It seems that everyone else must have gone to sleep already.
  224. >Outside of your own footsteps, the only sounds you can hear are the clippity clops of a pink pony princess walking by your right side.
  225. >Said pink pony princess suddenly trots on ahead of you.
  226. >"Come on," she speaks without sparing you a glance, "pick up the pace."
  227. >So demanding, but you're in no position to refuse.
  228. >Letting out a quiet sigh, you reply:
  229. "Okay."
  230. >And so you pick up the pace.
  231. >Soon enough, you both reach a set of large double doors at the far end of this corridor.
  232. >Each door is roughly twice as tall as you are, carved from sleek-looking wood that's been dyed a deep pink, and adorned with a decorative silver trim.
  233. >Your equine companion impatiently taps one of her forehooves against the floor as you calmly push the left door open.
  234. >The moment you open it wide enough, she immediately trots inside without looking back.
  235. >After a couple of seconds, you hear her let out a loud sigh in relief.
  236. >"Ah, finally…"
  237. >You take that as your cue to step into the room after her.
  238. >Once you step inside, the door swings shut behind you, and you hear the distinctive magical *click* of a princess ensuring her privacy remains undisturbed.
  239.  
  240. >The room you enter is a lavishly decorated one.
  241. >Much like the crystal corridor leading up to this place, the floor is made of brilliant blue stone.
  242. >The walls are lined with pink flowery wallpaper, coating this chamber with a plain yet coquettish charm.
  243. >All along these walls, you see ornate dressers, stacked shelves, gilded mirrors, embroidered banners, comfy chaises, a marble fireplace—and so much more.
  244. >On the right side of this room, two luxuriously curtained windows peaceably let in the serene rays of the deep blue night, thus illuminating this chamber's interior with the moon's pale light; these very same windows also offer a splendid view of the lamplit city down below.
  245. >Over by the left side of this room, you can see a personal study nestled away in the upper left corner; it consists of a cushioned stool and an intricately decorated crystal desk.
  246. >The desktop itself is a messy mixture of several half-opened books, a desk lamp, and a terrestrial globe depicting this world's geography.
  247. >A heart-patterned partition separates this study area from the rest of this courtly chamber, providing some much-needed privacy for a sedulous sort—it's not the kind of place a "pleb" like you is allowed to snoop around, at any rate.
  248. >Between the tranquilly quiet study on the left and the lightly billowing windows on the right, you notice this chamber's crown jewel standing in the centre and by the far wall:
  249. >It's a bright-pink, heart-shaped bed; a baldachin with translucent pink curtains hangs high above it, while a polished wooden bedside dresser stands by its right side.
  250. >Below this bed, an embroidered turquoise rug spreads out from underneath it, promising a plushy paradise towards any feet that touch upon it.
  251. >There's no doubt about it: this bed—and everything else within this extravagant chamber—can only belong to one who drinks deep from the wellspring of excessive wealth.
  252. >After all, this is Princess Flurry Heart's personal bedchamber.
  253. >And Flurry Heart herself is currently sitting on her haunches by the pointed foot of the bed, looking at you expectantly.
  254. >You note that she's still wearing her royal regalia—hoof shoes, peytral, and crown.
  255. >"Are you done gawking at my room?" she chides you.
  256. >You scratch the back of your head and let out an awkward chuckle.
  257. "I guess."
  258. >Rolling her eyes, she lifts her left foreleg off the rug, keeping her knee bent upwards.
  259. >"Come on, don't make me wait any longer."
  260.  
  261. >Wordlessly complying, you walk up to your princess and join her on the woolly bedside rug.
  262. >You then kneel down before her, resting on your right knee.
  263. >She dangles her left forehoof in front of you, and you take it up in both hands.
  264. >You can feel her light-blue eyes bore into you as you gently caress the silver shoe that covers her hoof; you note how her footwear is both cold and smooth to the touch.
  265. >Much like the rest of this mare, you'd wager that even a single one of her hoof shoes is worth far more than what you could ever earn in a lifetime.
  266. >However, you're not here to gawk at her fancy hoofwear—you're here to do your job.
  267. >With your left hand firmly holding her pastern and your right hand clasping her shoe, you carefully pull off her metal regalia; you feel some initial resistance, but it soon slides off without you needing to exert too much effort.
  268. >Flurry lets out a very gentle hum as you remove her shoe; she also idly twirls her naked hoof in the air, quietly relishing the silver weight that you've taken off her body.
  269. >You set the worn shoe down on your left.
  270. >After stretching out her bare hoof some more, she extends her leg towards you, bending her fetlock downwards.
  271. >Her sharp gaze relays a silent command:
  272. >'Kiss it.'
  273. >Letting out a light sigh, you move in and plant a quick peck upon the front of her forehoof.
  274. >"Hm~"
  275. >Her lips curl upwards, pleased by your compliance.
  276. >This is something you could never get away with saying to her face—but her hooves tend to stink a little bit due to being cramped up in her shoes all day.
  277. >Alas, all you can do is hold your tongue and wrinkle your nose.
  278. >Flurry lowers her left forehoof and raises her right one, her expectations crystal clear.
  279. >Thus, you remove the shoe on her right forehoof in much the same way, eliciting another contented hum from her; she once again twirls her hoof in the air, enjoying her newfound nudity.
  280. >Thankfully, she doesn't make you kiss that one.
  281. >You set the second shoe down next to the first, making a pair.
  282. >After lowering her right forehoof, she tetchily addresses you:
  283. >"Don't forget my back hooves."
  284. "Yeah, yeah…"
  285. >Mercifully, she's conscientious enough to turn herself around for you, saving you the trouble of needing to reposition yourself.
  286. >She presents her left side to you and lifts up her left hindleg.
  287. >And just like with her two forehooves, you soon have the shoe on her left hindhoof removed without any fuss.
  288. >This time, however instead of twirling her freed hoof, she lightly kicks out her hindleg behind her body, jittering it about in the air.
  289. >"Hah…" she happily sighs out.
  290. >You set her third shoe down behind the other two.
  291. >One more shoe to go.
  292. >Upon lowering her left hindleg, Flurry performs a one-eighty twirl, gracefully turning over in the other direction—
  293. >And accidentally flicking you on the nose with the tip of her swirly tail.
  294. "Ff…!" you lightly hiss through your teeth.
  295.  
  296. >You take a much-needed moment to give your slapped snozzer a brief rub.
  297. >Looking forward, you see Flurry shooting you a look of thinly veiled concern; you wave her off and promptly take up her right hindhoof in both hands.
  298. >…And with that, you successfully remove her fourth and final hoof shoe.
  299. >Luckily, none of them gave you any trouble this time around; they have been known to be quite stubborn.
  300. >While Flurry heartily sighs and shakes out her right hindleg, you set her silver shoe down with the rest, forming a full set of four.
  301. >You make sure that they're neatly arranged so that they correspond to the correct hoof—heaven forbid she puts them back on in the wrong order.
  302. >Anyway, that's all four hoof shoes removed. You can now consider your mission *partly* accomplished.
  303. >Lowering her right hindleg and turning back to you, Flurry sits down on her haunches, once again shooting you an expectant look.
  304. >You glance down at her silver breastplate, keenly aware of what she wants from you.
  305. "Okay, hold still," you say, gingerly resting your hands upon the sides of her peytral.
  306. >She huffs.
  307. >"I know."
  308. >Her silver peytral is just as cold and smooth as one of her hoof shoes.
  309. >Unlike her shoes, however, her barding is made up of more than just metal.
  310. >A light-blue, heart-shaped crystal is embedded into the front of her peytral; it's no Crystal Heart, but its size is nothing to be scoffed at—being about as large as your outstretched hand.
  311. >Impatiently frowning, Flurry snaps at you:
  312. >"Hey, hurry up and take this thing off of me."
  313. >You tactfully hide your displeasure at her bossy behaviour.
  314. "Don't worry, I got it."
  315. >Looping your hands around the back of her peytral, you quickly locate the clasp keeping it attached around her neck.
  316. >Carefully, you unlatch said clasp and remove her royal chestpiece, soon retrieving it with both of your hands.
  317. >"Phew…"
  318. >Breathing out an alleviated sigh, she cricks her now-unburdened neck to the left and then to the right.
  319. >"Such a relief to finally have that thing off…"
  320. >She casts you an appreciative smile.
  321. >You find yourself returning that smile—by instinct, if nothing else.
  322. >Setting the peytral down by your right side, you look back to Flurry.
  323. "Alright, um…"
  324. >With some trepidation, your gaze trails up to the top of her head.
  325. >A long, spiralling alicorn horn juts out of her forehead, while a shimmering crystal crown sits just behind it.
  326. >Flurry's regal crown is one that's made up of pure light-blue crystal; it bears a simple three-point shape, with the middle point being thicker and larger than the rest.
  327. >Owing to the nearby open windows, this shining symbol of her royal blood sparkles in the pale moonlight—which is a sight that always gives you chills.
  328. "Guess I'll…uh…"
  329. >You awkwardly trail off.
  330. >She lets out a soft titter, and lightly bows her head.
  331. >"Go on, then. I'm waiting."
  332.  
  333. >With a mute nod, you steadily reach out your hands, soon placing them around the sides of her high-class headwear.
  334. >You take a moment to steel yourself before tentatively lifting it up.
  335. >Despite essentially being a big chunk of reflective stone, her crown is surprisingly light.
  336. >However, it is not the physical act of removing her crown that weighs heavy upon you—but rather the metaphysical.
  337. >It feels as if you're taking away a part of her—and unearthing a mare that no-one else but you is allowed to see.
  338. >Suffice to say, this procedure never fails to send tingles running up and down your spine.
  339. >The two of you have come to share a somewhat unorthodox relationship, yet you don't think you'll ever get used to this strange feeling.
  340. >Also, Flurry has this unsettling habit of fixing upon you with this weirdly intense, half-lidded gaze as you undress her—in fact, she's doing it right now.
  341. >Those piercing blue eyes of hers are only amplified by the presence of her unnaturally pink pupils.
  342. >Putting it bluntly, the way she stares at you makes you uneasy—which is probably why she does it in the first place.
  343. >This whole song and dance of removing her regalia is something that she could very easily do on her lonesome—yet she always has you do it in her stead.
  344. >You can't help but wonder what runs through her mind whenever she watches you take away the last and most important part of her princessly apparel.
  345. >Wondering is all you can do, though, as you happen to understand mares just as much as you understand women—which is to say, not in the slightest.
  346. >In just a few moments more, you retrieve her crown and hold it close to your chest, cupping it with both of your hands.
  347. >Fully undressed, Flurry now sits before you a bare mare.
  348. >Her half-lidded eyes briefly flit down to the solid chunk of shining crystal that symbolises her royal status—they then quickly dart back up to your face, her silent smile broadening ever so slightly.
  349. >You awkwardly clear your throat.
  350. "It's, um, done."
  351. >She gives you a curt nod.
  352. >"Good."
  353. >Taking a few steps backwards, Flurry swivels around—thankfully missing you with her tail this time—and faces her bed.
  354. >She then clambers onto her bed, doing whatever it is that pink princesses do on their pink beds—such as making herself comfortable.
  355. >As for you, you still have a princess's priceless crystal crown in your hands.
  356. >If you drop it, it's going to be on your head—and not in a good way.
  357. >So you carefully stand up, carefully carry Flurry's crown over to the bedside dresser, and carefully set it down next to her diary.
  358. >Your eyes briefly linger on said diary.
  359. >You've always wondered about what she writes in that thing—but alas, it's magically sealed.
  360.  
  361. >After a quick trip back and forth, you retrieve Flurry's peytral and set it down next to her crown and diary.
  362. >Just before you turn to face the bed, your eyes catch sight of another familiar furnishing directly to the right of the bedside dresser; it's a free-standing mirror—one that's slightly taller than you are.
  363. >Gazing deep into that reflective pane, you decide to check yourself out:
  364. >Most of your body is currently covered up in a loosely fitting blue bathrobe; it's comfortable and easy to wear, but it does leave you feeling quite breezy sometimes—as your dress code mandates that you don little else but the finest full-body fineries.
  365. >In other words, you're basically naked under this thing.
  366. >It's not all bad, though; you're also allowed to wear socks, shoes, and boxers.
  367. >However, there also exists one more article of "clothing" upon your person—and this is one you've still yet to get fully used to.
  368. >Moving your eyes higher up your mirrored form, you soon sight the article in question:
  369. >That pink collar worn around your neck.
  370. >It never fails to give you butterflies each time you look at it.
  371. >It's not a magical collar or anything like that.
  372. >No, the purpose of this pink pleather strap is far simpler in practise—for it serves to remind both you and everybody else of your place.
  373. >And nothing exemplifies this function more than the small heart-shaped buckle at its front.
  374. >This pink metal buckle has a message engraved into it—one that couldn't be more poignant.
  375. >It says "Belongs to Flurry Heart."
  376. >Utterly humiliating, but entirely true.
  377. >You let out a solemn sigh as you look yourself in the mirror and reflect on the events that brought you up to this point:
  378. >You are Anonymous—the only human in Equestria.
  379. >Once upon a time, you ran your very own massage parlour within the Crystal Empire.
  380. >It wasn't a successful parlour by any means; potential clients were scarce, and they would often choose the services of a rival business over yours, but you still managed to make enough to get by.
  381. >Despite your prestigious status as an extradimensional alien, your life happened to be a peacefully underwhelming one.
  382. >There was always a part of you that yearned for greener pastures—but generally, you were content with how things were going.
  383. >But that peaceful placidity was promptly pilfered away from you when, one day, a certain trio of mares deigned to personally patronise your humble parlour; these mares were Princess Flurry Heart and her two chummy cohorts—and they were *far* from model clients.
  384. >To say these ponies were disrespectful towards your scrupulous self would be an understatement; they were unpleasant, uncouth, unsympathetic—and just plain rude.
  385. >And once you watched those three horsey harpies finally leave, you silently prayed that they would never visit your parlour again.
  386. >Unfortunately, just two days later, Flurry decided to visit your establishment once more.
  387.  
  388. >This time around, though, she came by just on her lonesome.
  389. >She was also surprisingly polite to you, treating both you and your parlour with a modicum more respect.
  390. >Make no mistake, she was still a bratty little princess who pompously demanded that you give her your absolute best when it came to massaging her pink pony body, but you also found yourself catching glimpses of a different side of her—a more affable aspect who almost appeared to be struggling with an inner conflict of some kind.
  391. >It was enough to make you let your guard down around her.
  392. >That was a grave miscalculation on your part, because it was right then and there that she hit you with the real reason she returned to your parlour.
  393. >She proudly declared her desire to own you—to bring everything that you are under her heel.
  394. >To accomplish this, she planned on selling your parlour—your home—giving you no other option but to become her property.
  395. >She would force you to live with her in her Crystal Castle, satisfying her every whim and want—no matter what it entailed.
  396. >Essentially, your rights as an Equestrian citizen would be forfeit to her.
  397. >You could've *attempted* to refuse, of course—but she quickly made it clear to you that nobody rejects royalty.
  398. >And as the Crown Princess of Love, Flurry believed that she was well within her rights to do anything she wanted and take whatever she pleased—including you.
  399. >The worst part was that you couldn't even do a damn thing to stop her; she was a magical pony princess with monarchic connections—you were an alien peasant with pretty much nothing to your name.
  400. >Thus, that was that; Flurry took everything from you—and next to no-one cared enough to contest her claim.
  401. >Soon enough, she had you brought over to her castle, and you began your new life as her one-of-a-kind alien slave.
  402. >That brings you over to the here and now.
  403. >Countless days have passed since then—and every single one of them has been spent in indentured servitude to your Crown Princess.
  404. >In that time, you have become many things to this mare:
  405. >Her live-in masseuse, her personal manservant, her exotic pet, her—
  406. >"Pleb."
  407.  
  408. >The utterance of that familiar epithet sends a sharp shiver up your spine.
  409. >You remember the first time she called you a pleb; it was during her initial visit to your parlour.
  410. >Back then, she spat the word out with pointed intent, wielding it like a knife to both stab at your pride and remind you of your lowly place.
  411. >Nowadays, she speaks that moniker with a much softer tone in her voice.
  412. >Incidentally, you've never heard her call anyone else a pleb, not even once.
  413. >It is a situational knife, it seems.
  414. >Wasting no more time, you turn away from the mirror and face Flurry, who is now lying belly-down across her bed; her head hovers just above one of the bed's heart-shaped pillows, and she gazes up at you with a familiarly haughty expectance.
  415. "Yes?"
  416. >She turns up her snout and shoots you a catty demand:
  417. >"Stop preening yourself and come join me."
  418. >You give her a brief bow of your head before steadily making your way over to the bed.
  419. >'Preening'—quite the deliberate choice of phrase, you imagine.
  420. >Once you are but a few paces from her bedside, Flurry leisurely lifts her right forehoof up into the air.
  421. >"Ah, stop."
  422. >You silently obey.
  423. >She calmly looks you over, thoughtfully twirling her raised forehoof as she does.
  424. >Her eyes linger on the tightly fitting belt of your blue bathrobe, and a subtle half-smile soon forms on her face.
  425. >Looking you dead in the eye, she flicks her fetlock downwards.
  426. >"Disrobe."
  427. >With a slight furrow of your brows, you comply, completely loosening the belt of your robe.
  428. >Your silken garment soon falls to the floor, exposing your bare chest, your bare legs—
  429. >And your skintight pink boxers, patterned with blue love hearts.
  430. >Flurry's narrowed gaze immediately laser focuses onto your filled-out fabric.
  431. >That half-smile of hers swells up into a sly smirk, while her tail lightly bats at the bed's duvet.
  432. >"Hm-hm-hm~"
  433.  
  434. >Her wings gently unfurl of their own accord, soon spreading out all over the bed.
  435. >Pulling her gaze away from the bulge in your boxers, Flurry cranes her neck to the side and throws a glance at her messily splayed plumage.
  436. >The disorderly sight before her eyes causes her to let out an almost-breathless sigh.
  437. >"Oh, my wings…"
  438. >Tilting her head back in your direction, her sharp eyes dart up to yours, while her smirk remains unchanging.
  439. >"Look what you've done, pleb…" she near whispers to you.
  440. >You merely roll your eyes in response.
  441. >She steals one more glance at your boxers before resting the left side of her head upon the pillow, keeping her eyes firmly trained on your face.
  442. >"You need to take responsibility for this," she chides you. "Come on up. My tense wings are in *dire* need of a massage."
  443. >You give her another affirmative bow of your head.
  444. >The cool night breeze coming in from the nearby windows feels quite chilly against your bare skin—but you shall grin and bear it for your princess.
  445. >Even if said princess is a bit of a pervert.
  446. >After kicking off your shoes and taking off your socks, you soon join Flurry on her bed.
  447. >Sitting up on your knees, you position yourself behind her right wing, ready to fulfil one of your many royal duties.
  448. >Taking up her feathery appendage with both hands, you slowly work your way through her pink pinions, preening her plumage as you've done many times before.
  449. >Her wing excitedly twitches within your steady hold, yet her body soon relaxes entirely, finding instinctive peace in your attentive touch.
  450. >"Mmgrh…" she contentedly murmurs into the pillow.
  451. >As you dutifully massage her right wing, you take some more time to ponder your past with this princess:
  452. >You have become many things to Flurry Heart—and in turn, she has become many things to you.
  453. >Chief among them, she's your spoilt brat of a slavemaster—one who vassalised you on a purely selfish whim.
  454. >Naturally, you resented her for that.
  455. >You wanted nothing more than to make her rue the day that she took control of your humble life.
  456.  
  457. "Gee, this feather's in *real* bad shape."
  458. >Your fingers trail around a particular pinion—a secondary.
  459. >Completely devoid of colour, the shaft of this poor plume is bent in more places than one—it looks more like a weather vane than a feather vane.
  460. >Needless to say, its time has long past.
  461. >Flurry lifts her head to look back at you.
  462. >"Hm…?"
  463. "What happened here?" you ask her, holding her wing up.
  464. >Her eyes flit to her crooked feather.
  465. >She physically winces at the state of it.
  466. >"Owie…"
  467. >What kind of pony says "owie" out loud?
  468. >Flurry Heart, apparently.
  469. >"It must have gotten like that from flight practise," she speaks up. "You know, when I scraped my wing against that tree?"
  470. "Flight practise, eh…?"
  471. >You purse your lips for a brief moment, then give her a sagely nod.
  472. "Oh yeah, I remember that."
  473. >Shooting her a wry smile, you pinch her damaged feather in between two fingers.
  474. "I *also* remember catching you right before you were about to crash into the dirt."
  475. >She furrows her brows at you, and you respond by promptly plucking her pinion.
  476. >"N-nn…" She flinches.
  477. >After setting her punished plumule down to the side, you toss her a cheeky quip:
  478. "You still haven't thanked me for that daring rescue of mine, by the way."
  479. >She scoffs, scrunching her snout at you.
  480. >"Hmph. Why would I ever need to thank *you,* pleb? It's *your* job to make sure I don't get hurt in the first place!"
  481. >With a huff, she turns away from you and rests her head on the pillow once more.
  482. >You hear her mumble something indistinct into the pink padding; you have a pretty good idea of what it is.
  483. >…
  484. >Seconds turn to minutes, and your work on Flurry's right wing soon turns to work on her left.
  485. >As your fingers continue to trail through your princess's pink plumage, your mind finds itself wandering yet again:
  486. >When Flurry first brought you to her Crystal Castle, she was the apple of your ire.
  487. >After all, she was the reason you lost everything—or, at least, she was the *second* reason.
  488. >First, it was that damned spontaneous portal—and now, it was her.
  489. >However, you knew that you could never hope to defy this mare outright—not when she held all the cards.
  490. >And so you decided to bide your time, waiting for that one opportune moment to take righteous revenge upon this recalcitrant royal.
  491. >While you weren't exactly sure what that moment *was,* you knew it would come eventually.
  492. >Outwardly, you played nice with her.
  493. >Inwardly, you cursed her name under your breath.
  494.  
  495. >Flurry made sure to take you everywhere she went:
  496. >To the open fields outside the city, where she would impel you into cheering her on during routine flight practise;
  497. >To the royal baths inside the castle, where she would have you wash her body and brush her mane;
  498. >To the dining hall, where the two of you would eat at the same table—which just so happened to be far, far away from everyone else's;
  499. >To her bedroom, where you would personally massage her aching body—applying much the same ministrations that you're applying right now.
  500. >As these days continued to pass you both by, she gradually began to share more and more of herself with you.
  501. >She would cry on your shoulder whenever she felt sad, and perform a happy little prance in front of you whenever she mastered a new spell.
  502. >All of this was only shown strictly while the two of you were alone, of course; during your time together, you've come to realise that Flurry hates showing weakness in front of her would-be subjects.
  503. >Strangely enough, she sees no issue in revealing any of these weaknesses to your discerning eyes.
  504. >You have a sneaking suspicion that you must register as some kind of harmless alien teddy bear in her mind—albeit a teddy bear who's charged with cleaning her bedroom and waking her up every morning.
  505. >In any case, Flurry steadily and willingly dropped her guard down around you, but instead of capitalising on this vulnerability like you had planned—you ended up dropping your guard down around her in turn.
  506. >You're…not exactly sure when it happened, but that spurious smile upon your face had at some point shifted into a genuine one.
  507. >This revelation shocked you at first, but the more you came to think on it—the more it started to make sense.
  508. >Despite your rocky beginnings, you had come to greatly appreciate your grandiose life within this luxurious Crystal Castle.
  509. >Here, every single one of your worldly needs are lavishly taken care of, and all you have to do is tend to the whims and wants of a bratty royal.
  510. >Said bratty royal isn't even that bad once you get to know her.
  511. >Sure, she puts on a cold front—even to you—but she's actually a total softie on the inside.
  512. >And in the end, you found yourself unwilling to risk your current comfy lifestyle over a fading grudge.
  513. >It was in that very moment that you came to realise something:
  514. >You just got yourself Stockholm Syndromed by a pink pony princess.
  515. >How embarrassing.
  516. >…But it also helps that her orderly expectations for you aren't *too* outlandish, all things considered.
  517. >Well, there was that one time she tried to make you kiss her butthole.
  518. >Neither of you talk about that any more.
  519.  
  520. >…
  521. "Alright, we're done here."
  522. >"Phew…"
  523. >Setting Flurry's left wing down on the duvet, you bring tonight's preening session to a close.
  524. >She steadily folds up both of her wings, lightly jittering them against her barrel while happily humming to herself:
  525. >"Hm~"
  526. >Turning your head to the side, you examine the pile of discarded feathers right next to your knelt form.
  527. >Actually, you doubt you could even call something like this a pile—for there are only a couple of plumes.
  528. "Hey," you speak up, "we only lost two feathers this time around."
  529. >Flurry spares you a curious glance.
  530. >You pick up both pinions and waggle them in the air.
  531. "Considering the little scrape you had with that big nasty tree—" You flash her a grin. "—that's not too bad."
  532. >Wrinkling her snout, she whips her head away from you.
  533. >"Hmph. Don't patronise me, pleb."
  534. >She lightly flicks your nose with the tip of her swirly tail; it doesn't hurt at all.
  535. >Chuckling to yourself, you shuffle off of the bed, two feathers in hand.
  536. >You walk over to the bedroom's trash can, which has been placed near the study area—naturally, the can is made of crystal.
  537. >After tossing both plumes into the trash—and resisting the urge to peep at your princess's private reading material—you make your way back over to the left side of the bed.
  538. >Your princess awaits you with sleepy eyes and tired limbs; she is now comfily tucked under the duvet.
  539. >With her left wing, she holds the duvet up for you—and with the other, she impatiently pats the spot right next to her.
  540. >You shoot her a sly smile.
  541. "Someone's eager."
  542. >She scowls at you.
  543. >"Shut up and get in bed with me, pleb."
  544. >Poking the hornet's nest has become a fine art for you, so you decide to hold your tongue for now.
  545. >You silently clamber into Flurry's pink heart-shaped bed—and she slowly lowers the velvety duvet onto you both.
  546. >Ah, comfort.
  547. >Never in your wildest dreams did you ever expect to be bunking with a princess in her own personal bedchambers.
  548. >By her own admission, she has you sleep with her in her bed for the convenience of having you close by—and just in case she gets any cuddly cravings late at night.
  549. >Apparently, it's a pony thing.
  550. >That being said, when Flurry first brought you to this castle, she had an entirely different set of living conditions in mind…
  551. "Hey, Flurry," you say, turning your head to face her, "do you remember when you said you'd keep me in your menagerie?"
  552. >She reflexively shudders.
  553. >"U-ugh, don't remind me…"
  554. >She turns away from you and stares up at the bed canopy; you do the same.
  555. >"Never saw Mom so angry before…" she mumbles to herself.
  556. >The "Mom" that she's referring to is her mother, obviously.
  557. >Princess Mi Amore Cadenza—Princess Cadance, for short—is one of the current co-rulers of the Crystal Empire.
  558. >She *also* happens to be a pretty pink alicorn princess, just like her daughter.
  559.  
  560. >Unlike her daughter, however, Cadance was the only pony out there who sympathised with your plight—and the only one with the stones to stand up to her spoiled spawn.
  561. >Thus, Princess Cadance was very quick to discover that Princess Flurry had kidnapped a sapient creature on a capricious whim.
  562. >She was just as quick to confront her daughter on the matter, and…well…
  563. >Mom was furious, to put it bluntly.
  564. >You may not have been the recipient of Cadance's scathing discipline, but the second-hand impact of witnessing such calamitous castigation shall most-assuredly stay with you for life—hell, you even found yourself feeling a little sorry for Flurry, despite everything she did to you.
  565. >For the sake of your own fragile sanity, you dare not recall those events directly, but there were a few choice words from Mother to Daughter that managed to stick out in your mind—something about the Crown Princess of Love "taking responsibility" for her thoughtless actions.
  566. >Anyway, by the end of it all, a thoroughly traumatised Flurry Heart had you sleeping exclusively in her bedroom from then on.
  567. >She still kept you as her slave, though—you suppose that's as "responsible" as it gets for her.
  568. >However, you're not gonna complain; this big bed has more than enough room for both a human and an alicorn.
  569. >Plus, you and Flurry are spread a respectable distance apart from each other—so there's no need for either of you to get into any compromisingly claustrophobic sleeping positions.
  570. >Currently, you rest your head upon the right pillow, while she rests hers upon the left.
  571. >And with your head still facing upwards, your eyes leisurely explore the translucent pink canopy curtains that hang from the crystal baldachin and drape over the bed's edges.
  572. >This flowing fabric is bejewelled with small blue crystals; these crystals gently glimmer in the moonlit ambience of your princess's bedchamber, evoking the tranquil imagery of a pink starlit sky.
  573. >It's beautiful.
  574. >You look back to Flurry, whose body is about one metre away from yours.
  575. >Then, you gaze upon the cream-coloured tassels that adorn the canopy's swags.
  576. >Those decorative ornaments hang high up on the canopy, floating far above your reach.
  577. >They sure do look pretty—but other than that, you have no idea what else to make of them.
  578. >You look back to Flurry, whose body is a couple of feet away from yours.
  579. >Then, you set your sights up to the very top of the baldachin—or rather, its underside.
  580. >The bedrock of this whole wavy weave is carved from solid purple crystal, serving as a faultless foundation to support the satiny summation.
  581. >In a way, this baldachin's crystal apex reminds you of an orchid crown—one that watches over its stony subjects and silky citizens.
  582. >You look back to Flurry, whose face is several inches away from yours.
  583. >Then, you—
  584. >…
  585. "If you want something, just say it," you address the very proximate princess.
  586.  
  587. >Flurry's snout wrinkles.
  588. >"Mggrng…" she mumbles indistinctly.
  589. >Your brows knit.
  590. "What?"
  591. >Her own brows furrow.
  592. >"Need…kshng shmshm…"
  593. "I have no idea what you're saying."
  594. >You hear her click her tongue in irritation.
  595. >Finally, she's able to grumble out something you can parse:
  596. >"I need kissing practise."
  597. >You let her words linger in the air for a second.
  598. >Then, you arch a concerned eyebrow.
  599. "Again?"
  600. >"Yes."
  601. "Um."
  602. >She's giving you such an intense stare right now.
  603. "Okay."
  604. >It's not like you're allowed to say no to her.
  605. >Still…
  606. "…but don't you think you should be doing this kind of thing with your special somepony?"
  607. >"I don't have one, genius."
  608. >She's got you there.
  609. >"But one day, I'm going to take a prince of my own. And when I do, I need to make sure I'm fully experienced in the ways of being lovey-dovey—I refuse to humiliate myself as a Princess of Love."
  610. >It takes a lot of willpower to not laugh when she utters the term "lovey-dovey" with such complete seriousness.
  611. >She shuffles a little closer to you, tense expression partially softening.
  612. >"Look, we've gone over this several times before: we're just practising—don't make it weird, pleb."
  613. >You roll your eyes.
  614. "Sure, sure…"
  615. >While it's true that you've queried this mare on the matter many times over, you do so in the hopes of coaxing a more-earnest rationale from her plush pony lips.
  616. >Alas, she remains as aloof as always.
  617. >"Okay, here goes."
  618. >Closing her eyes, Flurry slowly leans in and presses her lightly puckered lips against yours.
  619. >After a brief moment of hesitation, she tentatively sucks on your mouth, peppering your lips with soft, wet pecks.
  620. >*Chu*
  621. >You feel her curled-up forelegs nestle themselves between your chest and hers; they occasionally twitch in place, perhaps wishing to do more than simply lay flat against the bedsheets.
  622. >*Chu*
  623. >With each kiss, she lightly sniffs at your nostrils, subtly inviting you to share sweet breath with her.
  624. >You do.
  625. >She smells good, sugary and soothing.
  626. >*Chu*
  627. >For all of her pompous brashness, Flurry's lip-to-lip contact is remarkably restrained; she refuses to go any further than light smooching and breath sharing.
  628. >*Chu*
  629. >Perhaps she's content enough leaving it at that.
  630. >*Chu*
  631. >Or perhaps she's waiting for you to…
  632. >*Chu*
  633. >"Hey, pleb…" she breathily whispers to you between kisses.
  634. >*Chu*
  635. >"…kiss me back…"
  636. >*Chu*
  637. >"…don't make me…"
  638. >*Chu*
  639. >"…don't make me do all of the work…"
  640. >*Chu* *Chu*
  641. >There's your cue.
  642. >If this princess wants a kiss—then you'll give her a kiss.
  643.  
  644. >Snaking your right hand around her back and resting it behind her head, you gently pull her into a smooch of your very own.
  645. >She lets out a shakily sharp inhale through her nose, but quickly relaxes, letting you handle her as you please.
  646. >With you now setting the tempo, the two of you softly smash lips together as you run your right hand through her smooth, silky mane.
  647. >She both feels and tastes divine.
  648. >But soon enough, you reach the point where mere smooches can no longer sate your swelling appetite.
  649. >You part your lips and prod at her mouth with your tongue—she lets you in with no fuss.
  650. >Your tongues swiftly intertwine, swapping spit and sharing taste.
  651. >"Mm~"
  652. >Her horsey tongue wetly wrestles with your human one in a prideful ploy for interspecies dominance; her muscle easily outmatches yours in the moment, so you bide your time while putting up some token resistance.
  653. >Her soft snout continues to quietly sniff at your nostrils, genially breathing in your scent while granting you hers.
  654. >Her left foreleg, having long-grown tired of laying limp, furtively loops around your back and carefully caresses you from behind.
  655. >You've come to realise something about Princess Flurry Heart: she bears an abrasively sour exterior—but on the inside, she's the sweetest mare you've ever known.
  656. >Literally so, in fact—she tastes like treacle and smells like sugar.
  657. >Her coat feels like fine floss, while her hums are heartily harmonic.
  658. >Bratty personality aside, this alicorn really does seem to be quite the heavenly being.
  659. >It's still a little hard to believe that you have the chance to enjoy her so mouthily—even if this is all under the guise of "practising."
  660. >But you'll take it; you'll happily take every part of her—the good with the bad.
  661. >These saliva-laden seconds drag on as you continue to throatily make out with your princess, with neither of you willing to fully yield to the other.
  662. >Her equine tongue may be stronger and longer than yours, but you have her soundly beat when it comes to smoochy stamina.
  663. >Thus, Flurry's tender tongue soon tires out in the midst of this moist muscle tussle—causing her to cede total control of her mouth to you.
  664. >You quickly capitalise on this delectable opening, lovingly lapping all around her marely maw and rolling your tongue across her tuckered taste buds.
  665. >"M-mmph…"
  666. >Shakily huffing into your mouth, Flurry's whole body shudders as her left forehoof fidgets against your back—yet she makes no attempt to stop your oral advantage.
  667. >In this moment, she submits to you completely.
  668. >And over the next few minutes, you slowly savour the sweet subservience of your princess's mouth, licking wherever you please and drawing out her capitulated moans.
  669. >But at some point, you decide that you've had enough, and you steadily break away from your kiss, moving your hand away from the back of her head as you do.
  670.  
  671. >Flurry's lips longingly follow after yours as you leave—but she quickly stops herself, pulling away from your mouth with a fierce blush on her cheeks.
  672. >With a cute pout upon her face, she jerks her head away from you, promptly snapping the string of saliva that had very briefly connected your mouths.
  673. >You notice one of her ears rapidly flicking.
  674. >"N-no…no fair, pleb… You're…you're way too good at kissing…"
  675. >She chides you with her words, yet you can still feel her left forehoof needily pawing at your back.
  676. "Hey, you asked for it."
  677. >You shoot her a gaily grin; she snaps back with a sidelong scowl.
  678. >"Tch…"
  679. >She turns back to face you, and you can see newfound determination blazing within those pink pupils of hers.
  680. >"One day, I'm going to beat you at kissing."
  681. >You blink, momentarily dumbfounded.
  682. "Whoa now, kissing isn't a competi—"
  683. >"I'm going to destroy you."
  684. >You promptly shut up.
  685. >"I'm going to utterly defeat you at your own game," she continues. "And when that finally happens, that's when I'll…"
  686. >She trails off, fierce expression softening into gentle uncertainty.
  687. >You arch an intrigued eyebrow.
  688. "…You'll what?"
  689. >She doesn't answer you.
  690. >Instead, she silently retrieves her hoof from your back, and trails her gaze away from your face.
  691. >She then shuffles back over to the other pillow, creating some distance between you both.
  692. >Flipping onto her left side, she turns her back to you.
  693. >…Ah, she's pulling the old "I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I'm so dang tired" tactic.
  694. >Classic.
  695. >"Don't forget," she eventually speaks up, not sparing you a glance, "we have magic practise tomorrow morning."
  696. >Magic practise, pah.
  697. >You're a human; you can't cast any spells.
  698. >That's not gonna stop her from bringing you wherever she goes, though.
  699. "Gotcha."
  700. >You cast her a confident grin, even if she cannot see it.
  701. "I'll make sure to wake you up nice and early then."
  702. >She huffs, lifting her head to shoot you a piercing glare.
  703. >"Hmph, I don't think so, pleb. I'll definitely be the one waking *you* up."
  704. >Her face twists into a snide smirk.
  705. >"After all, I'm sure we both remember the time that I had to cast *three* different alarum spells on our resident deep sleeper."
  706. >Your face falls into a frown.
  707. "Hey, that was just the one time…"
  708. >Contrary to her claims, Flurry is easily the heavier sleeper between the two of you.
  709. >And as her pet pleb, you're expected to wake up before her and help her get ready for the day to come.
  710. >You always endeavour to carry out your duties as best you can.
  711. >Because if you don't—she'll never let you forget it.
  712. "Well, whatever."
  713. >You turn onto your other side and yawn.
  714. "Good night."
  715. >A couple of silent seconds pass.
  716. >"Mgr-ghr…" you hear her mumble.
  717. >Good enough.
  718. >Your princess's queen-size bed is *royally* comfy.
  719. >Sandwiched between a wondrously warm duvet and a luxuriously malleable mattress, it doesn't take much longer until you drift off into dreamland.
  720.  
  721. >…
  722. >"Mmph…mmph…"
  723. >Well, you woke up earlier than expected—a *lot* earlier than expected.
  724. >Actually, you doubt that you even slept an hour, considering your current situation.
  725. >"Mm…mmph…"
  726. >You're still in bed, and it's still nighttime.
  727. >Your princess is close—very close.
  728. >"Nng…mm…"
  729. >You're now lying on your back, while Flurry is huddled up against your left side, eyes clenched shut.
  730. >Her soft snout is buried into your neck.
  731. >Her clammy feeling thighs are clamped around your left leg.
  732. >And she's making all sorts of sounds—as well as all sorts of sniffs.
  733. >*Sniff sniff*
  734. >"Nng…h-hah…"
  735. >You happen to be the dumbest human in Equestria.
  736. >But even then—you still have a pretty good idea as to what she's doing right now.
  737. >This is no mere sleepy snuggle session.
  738. >How brazen of her.
  739. >"O-oh…mm…"
  740. >Then again, maybe it's because you're also the sexiest human in Equestria.
  741. >*Sniff sniff*
  742. >"Ahn…mmph…!"
  743. >You can feel some subtle sliding movements—and some not-so-subtle secretions—coming from her clenching thighs.
  744. >It's clear that your scent is serving to be an excellent "stimulant" for her, which is a little flattering—and only slightly weird.
  745. >You only foresee one problem:
  746. >How are you gonna sleep with a pony humping your leg?
  747. >Not just that, but she's also sniffing your neck.
  748. >And nuzzling it.
  749. >And licking—
  750. "Wh-whoa!"
  751. >Her eyes shoot wide open.
  752. >"E-eep!"
  753. >She yanks her whole body away from yours, promptly detaching from your neck and detangling from your leg.
  754. >Her startled gaze flits up from your neck to your face, and the two of you make awkward eye contact.
  755. >"Um."
  756. >Several seconds pass.
  757. >You don't say a word.
  758. >Mainly because you're a little too groggy to talk right now.
  759. >But also because you think it's fun to silently tease her.
  760. >"I-I wasn't doing anything."
  761. >You stare at her.
  762. >"You were warm. That's why I was so close to your body."
  763. >You blink at her.
  764. >"I was just moving around in my sleep. Don't get the wrong idea."
  765. "You were using my leg to masturbate," you state, nonplussed.
  766. >She blinks at you.
  767. >"Wh…th-that…uh…"
  768. >Eyes flitting all over the place, she stutters and stumbles over her own words, trying so-desperately to formulate a snappy response.
  769. >You then see that long spiralling horn of hers slowly light up, enveloping itself within a light-yellow glow.
  770. >Her wavering eyes focus on you.
  771. >"S-sleep…" she whispers.
  772. "No."
  773. >You firmly grasp the base of her horn with your right hand before she can react.
  774. >"Ow!" she yelps, magic quickly dissipating.
  775. >Your sudden act of defiance takes a few moments to register in your princess's addled mind.
  776. >"Y-you just…"
  777. >She shoots you a shakily indignant glare.
  778. >"H-how dare you!"
  779. >She jerks her head to and fro, trying to break free of your anti-magic grip.
  780. >It doesn't work.
  781. >"L-let go of my horn right now!"
  782. "I don't think so."
  783. >You're a man who prefers to fall asleep on your own terms.
  784.  
  785. >"I'm your princess!" she snaps. "You can't just grab my horn like this—o-or at all!"
  786. "Just did."
  787. >She growls.
  788. >"If you don't release my horn right now—I'll make sure you regret it! I'll have you fired! I'll have you thrown in the dungeons!"
  789. >Empty threats. You and her both know that she'll never fire you.
  790. >And unless she plans on living in the dungeons with you—but you doubt she'll do that, either.
  791. >You thus flash her a sleepily confident smile.
  792. >"Tch…"
  793. >She slowly ceases her struggles, and the two of you hold tense eye contact.
  794. >You'll never get used to the sight of her pink pupils.
  795. >They have an almost magnetic allure to them—even while they're currently boring a hole right into you.
  796. >"You know," she speaks up, "you're gonna have to let go of my horn eventually."
  797. >Furrowing your brows, you quickly realise you didn't think that far ahead.
  798. "…Maybe."
  799. >"The sooner you let go, the better this will end for you."
  800. >She has you backed into a corner.
  801. >Well played, horny horse, well played.
  802. "Let's say I free your horn right now—what do you plan on doing?"
  803. >"None of your business, pleb."
  804. "Guess I can wait, then."
  805. >"Hmph."
  806. >You handily hold your ground, as does she haughtily hold hers.
  807. >Stubborn seconds soon strain into mulish minutes.
  808. >Occasionally, you flex your fingers around her horn to keep your grip in check—an action that never fails to coerce a light shiver and hiss from her.
  809. >If she were daring enough, she could probably throw a swift jab at you with one of her hooves to try and pry you off her cranial keratin.
  810. >However, such bellicosity runs the risk of you accidentally damaging her horn in the process.
  811. >At any rate, you imagine that's the reason why she has resigned herself to simply glare you in the face.
  812. >On the bright side, your princess has a cute glare, and it's one that's also backed by a not-as-cute-but-still-pretty-cute scowl.
  813. >Blue irises, pink pupils.
  814. >Very frowny face.
  815. >All adorable.
  816. >You find it a little weird that you're remarking on how cute she is while you hold her horn hostage.
  817. >Doesn't make it any less true, though.
  818. >Or cute.
  819. >"Ugh," she groans out, "this is so stupid."
  820. "I agree."
  821. >"Then let go of me already!"
  822. "Can't. You'll zap me."
  823. >"I won't."
  824. "You will."
  825. >"Because you deserve it."
  826. >You blink.
  827. >"I-I mean, I won't."
  828.  
  829. >Stuck at a clear impasse, you take the opportunity to contemplate your strange relationship with the pink pony known as Flurry Heart.
  830. >Sure, she humiliated you. Sure, she kidnapped you. Sure, she enslaved you. Sure, she really wants to zap your ass right at this very moment.
  831. >She's a total bitch, an obnoxious brat, and to top it all off—she's kind of an idiot.
  832. >But despite it all, you've actually become quite fond of this mare.
  833. >You're still trying to figure out why that is.
  834. >Maybe it's due to her earnest displays of girlish glee whenever she succeeds at something in front of you.
  835. >Or maybe it's due to the surprising amount of empathy that she can show you at the worst of times.
  836. >The fact that you now live in a luxurious crystal castle doesn't hurt, either.
  837. >In any case, you've found that you're not in any kind of rush to return to your old life—nor the one before it.
  838. >"Uuugh…"
  839. >Flurry heaves out an irritated huff.
  840. >"Look, if we waste any more time on this, neither of us are gonna get nearly enough sleep for tomorrow."
  841. "True."
  842. >"How about this: you let go of my horn, and we can both just…get some shuteye, okay?"
  843. >Your eyes narrow.
  844. "I don't like that pause."
  845. >"I…"
  846. >Her eyes briefly flit to the side, and then back to you.
  847. >"…I still need to finish up, then I'll head to sleep."
  848. >You lift a doubtful eyebrow.
  849. "Using my leg?"
  850. >She clicks her tongue in annoyance.
  851. >"No, I'm going to use my magic, pleb. That's how I've always—ugh…why am I even talking to you about this…"
  852. >As she grumbles to herself, you ponder to yourself:
  853. >Best case scenario: you let go of her horn, she *doesn't* zap your bitch ass, and then she magically schlicks herself silly—mewling and moaning into the night.
  854. >Sounds saucy.
  855. >It also sounds like something that you're not gonna be able to sleep through.
  856. >Plus, it's like Flurry said: the two of you will have to be up and at 'em early tomorrow morning so she can catch magic practise.
  857. >Thus, her sexual frustration is your servile obligation—and it's in *both* of your best interests to bring this libidinous drama to a close as soon as possible.
  858. >Yeah, that makes sense, right?
  859. >Right.
  860.  
  861. "Hey, Flurry," you speak up, "why don't I help you out?"
  862. >She eyes you with silent confusion, and so you continue:
  863. "That way, we'll both get to sleep faster."
  864. >She scoffs.
  865. >"Help me? And how on Equestria do you plan on doing *that,* pleb? You can't use magic."
  866. >You answer her incredibly obvious question by gently rapping your fingers against her horn.
  867. >"Ah…!" she lightly gasps.
  868. >She shivers, nearly going cross-eyed as she attempts to focus her gaze on your horn-grabbing digits.
  869. >"O-oh…"
  870. >Her pink pupils dilate, and you can see the gears steadily turn in her head.
  871. >You let those gears perform a few rotations.
  872. "So," you speak up, "do we have a deal?"
  873. >Her awestruck eyes slowly trail down to your face.
  874. >She blinks, face falling into a diffident expression.
  875. >"…Fine."
  876. >Before you can say anything else, she very quickly adds:
  877. >"Pleb."
  878. >You roll your eyes, before tentatively loosening your grip around her magical implement.
  879. "Okay, here's how this is going to work: I'm going to let go of your horn—and *you* are going to lie on your back so I can start flicking your bean."
  880. >She wrinkles her snout at your crass commentary.
  881. "We clear?"
  882. >"Hmph. Don't order me around, pleb."
  883. "I'll take that as a yes."
  884. >You finally let go of her horn.
  885. >Tensing up, you mentally prepare yourself for the possibility that she'll just jolt you anyway.
  886. >…
  887. >Thankfully, she decides to keep her horn metaphorically holstered.
  888. >With another marely huff, Flurry turns onto her back and shoots you an expectant glare.
  889. >"Don't make me wait."
  890. "Yeah, yeah…" you say, sidling a bit closer to her.
  891. >The two of you are close enough that you are currently sharing the same heart-shaped pillow.
  892. >Propping yourself up with your left elbow, you take stock of your situation:
  893. >From the chest down, both you and Flurry are comfily covered up by the pink plush duvet.
  894. >Now, you *could* throw it up to more easily locate your "objective," but you aren't particularly keen on the idea of exposing your bare body to the chilly night air—and you doubt Flurry is, either.
  895. >Which means you're gonna have to feel things out.
  896.  
  897. >Starting off, you gently place your right hand upon her fluffy chest, feeling how her moderately sized tuft is both velvety smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch.
  898. >Then, you thoughtfully trail your fingers down her soft coat; Flurry's sternly attentive gaze remains trained on your face the entire time.
  899. >You soon reach her slender belly—and her sensitive navel.
  900. >As you travel over it, one of your fingers ends up dipping into her bellybutton.
  901. >"Nn…" She shivers.
  902. >Flurry shoots you a look of scrunched irritation; you choose to ignore it.
  903. >Descending ever deeper, you reach the part of her body where pink coat turns to bare flesh.
  904. >This is it.
  905. >Slipping two fingers into that supple crevice, you roll your digits around the entrance.
  906. >A few rubs here, a few strokes there—and you quickly have her subtly and silently squirming under your titillatory touch.
  907. >It's cute, but you were hoping to draw out a more intense reaction from her—still, you'll take what you can get.
  908. >Her hole is pleasantly plush, yet surprisingly dry.
  909. >And…hm…
  910. >You can't seem to find the clit.
  911. >Maybe it hasn't come out yet?
  912. >Probably.
  913. >Perhaps some pillow talk will help steam things up.
  914. "So, Flurry…"
  915. >You grin at her faintly flushed face:
  916. "…bet I'm getting you really riled up, eh?"
  917. >Damn. You almost made *yourself* wet with that one.
  918. >Flurry, on the other hand, is not amused.
  919. >"Pleb."
  920. >Her piercing stare cuts straight through your buttery confidence.
  921. >"Those are my teats."
  922. >You blink.
  923. "Uh."
  924. >You tentatively feel around some more.
  925. >…That's no crevice—that's a canyon.
  926. >And those aren't puffy lips—they're modest mounds.
  927. >Feeling an awkward blush grow upon your own cheeks, you hastily clear your throat.
  928. "Oh, uh, yeah. I knew that."
  929. >She gently huffs to the side.
  930. >"Dummy…"
  931. >It was an honest mistake.
  932. >Still, if you *are* a dummy—and, to be honest, you kind of are—then at least you're in good company.
  933. >After that embarrassingly bumpy detour, you resume your downwards journey towards the promised land.
  934. >And soon enough, you reach Flurry's flower—for real, this time.
  935. >"H-hah…" she lightly gasps.
  936. >Those puffy outer lips of hers are slick with both welcoming warmth and residual wetness.
  937. >Trailing your digits in and around her labia, you finger her highly sensitive folds, eager to coax out your princess's precious pleasure.
  938. >Your efforts quickly bear breathy fruit, as you hear Flurry let out cute little moans and marely whickers in response to your explorative touch.
  939. >"Hff…hff…"
  940. >You can feel her love canal slimily suckle at your fingertips, leaving them absolutely lathered in her lubrication.
  941. >Dry or wet, you finger her all the same.
  942.  
  943. >And in just a few more strokes and rubs, you have your pony princess promptly turned to pleasured putty at your touch.
  944. >Her eyes steadily flicker shut, while her huffy nostrils excitedly flare in and out.
  945. >Now *this* is the kind of reaction you were hoping for.
  946. >Of course, you don't intend to deny your princess even for a second.
  947. >Wishing to kick things up a notch, you take your fingers up to the very top of her moist marehood—where her winking button awaits.
  948. >Seizing the opportunity, you pinch that fleshy nub of hers in between your index and thumb.
  949. >"A-ah—!"
  950. >You pinch—and then you squeeze.
  951. >"Nnf…! Mmf…!"
  952. >Her body convulses with pure primal delight, while her hips frantically hump at your hand.
  953. >Even through the thickness of the royal duvet, your nose still picks up on the cloyingly sweet scent of her arousal.
  954. >Perhaps the pheromones of your princess are what guide your hand, instructing you to tenderly tweak and thoughtfully rub at her throbbing horse clit.
  955. >Or perhaps you are merely following your own base instincts, delighting in the simple satisfaction that comes from seeing the mare in front of you writhe in bodily glee.
  956. >Either way, Flurry's huffy snorts and snorty huffs pick up in frequency, until…eventually…
  957. >"Ah~!"
  958. >The climactic curtain falls.
  959. >With a high-pitched yelp and a mareish whinny, Flurry's floodgates swing open with furious fervour as she utterly drenches your hand in her sweet squelchy secretions.
  960. >Her steamy squirts splatter against your hovering palm and splash around your lingering fingers, leaving them absolutely drenched.
  961. >"Hah… Hah…"
  962. >Once Flurry's creamy convulsions calm down, you move your right hand away from her snatch and bring it up to your face.
  963. >You gaze at your digits, which have indubitably been doused in musky marecum.
  964. "Hm."
  965. >And you soon reach a delectable decision.
  966. >Flurry opens her eyes just in time to see you lap up her fluids from your fingers.
  967. >Her eyes widen.
  968. >"Wh-wha…?"
  969. >Her royal ambrosia is goopily viscous, taking its sweet time to slowly slide down your gullet.
  970. >The taste of her juices is a curious cross between sweet candy floss and sour mare piss.
  971. >It's…eye-wateringly potent; that acrid blend threatens to make your stomach churn—but you suppose that's what you get for so-readily downing a princess's squash soup.
  972.  
  973. >Coughing away any gaggish impulses, you look to Flurry—who's now looking away from you with pursed lips and a fierce flush upon her face.
  974. "Safe to say I've fulfilled my end of the bargain, eh?" you say with a smile.
  975. >Her eyes briefly flit to you and back, but she otherwise doesn't respond.
  976. "I'll take that as *another* yes."
  977. >You turn away from her and lie on your right side, covertly wiping off your stained hand against the bedsheets at your front.
  978. "G'nite."
  979. >Ah, bedtime.
  980. >It took a little finessing from your fingers, but these sweet royal comforts shall soon be yours to enjoy once more.
  981. >"H-hey."
  982. >The sour-sweet taste of her squash still lingers on your tongue.
  983. >You imagine that your dreams tonight are going to be particularly lurid as a result.
  984. >"Pleb."
  985. >The mare behind you hasn't moved from her position; she's still right behind you.
  986. >You can also feel her eyes bore into the back of your skull.
  987. >"We're not done here."
  988. >Your ears pick up on what she's saying, yet your body is tired.
  989. >Plus, your mind knows far better than to overindulge this princess, lest she develop an insatiable appetite for your tender touch—and perhaps even more than that.
  990. >"Pleb."
  991. >Clearly, the correct course of action here is to simply ignore her until she gives up and returns to her own slumber.
  992. >"Pleb."
  993. >Yeah, that's right. Just ignore her and—
  994. >"PLEB!"
  995. >A bolt of red-hot energy strikes you from behind, jolting your bones and searing your skin.
  996. "G-GAH!"
  997. >The sheer sizzling shock forces your spine to arch forwards.
  998. >You grit your teeth in wincing pain.
  999. >She—
  1000. >She actually fucking zapped you. Jesus Christ!
  1001. >You are *definitely* going to feel that one in the morning.
  1002. >Using your left hand, you gingerly feel around your back to assess the scorch zone.
  1003. >It stings.
  1004. "Tss…!" you hiss through your teeth.
  1005. >"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, pleb," a voice spits at you from behind.
  1006. >You let out an annoyed growl.
  1007. "F-fuck, fine!"
  1008. >Looks like ignoring her won't work after all. Oh well.
  1009. >Reluctantly, you turn over to your left side and face your princess once more.
  1010. "What do you want?" you ask with a frown.
  1011. >"We're not done here," she answers with an indignant scowl.
  1012. "Yeah, I gathered that."
  1013. >Sighing out loud, you lift up your right hand and flex your digits about in the air.
  1014. >The waggling of your wigglers catches her attention for a brief moment—but her furrowed gaze quickly shifts back to your face.
  1015. "Look, I know you love these fingers but—"
  1016. >"No," she interrupts you, "not your fingers."
  1017. "Then what?"
  1018. >Her scowl slightly softens, and her eyes—filled with fervent fire—flit down to the duvet that covers you both.
  1019. >She focuses on your covered crotch.
  1020. >"Show me your penis."
  1021.  
  1022. >Blinking at her, you slowly take in the worldly weight of her wanton words:
  1023. >You've just jilled her off, and now she wants to see your weird alien wing-wang.
  1024. >Your mind is positively racing in regards to this pony princess's possibly perverted plans.
  1025. >Then again, this wouldn't be the first time that you whip your dick out in front of her.
  1026. >For starters, there was that time you accidentally flashed her when she visited your parlour for her second massage—you're still a little embarrassed over that one.
  1027. >But during your time together, you've come to learn that Flurry is a naturally curious mare; she's instructed you to drop your pants before her eyes on more than one occasion, and as her pet—you've had no choice but to obey.
  1028. >However, she's never taken things further than that, content enough to simply stare and giggle at your flaccid length with a most-innocent intrigue sparkling in her eyes.
  1029. >You didn't think much of it back then—but considering your current situation, you wonder if she intends to cross a barrier that can't ever be uncrossed.
  1030. >Or maybe she just wants a piece of meaty eye-candy while she—
  1031. >"Pleb," Flurry interrupts your thoughts, voice dripping with incensed impatience, "stop wasting time and show me your penis already—or else I'll zap you again."
  1032. >Rolling your eyes, you grumble:
  1033. "Whatever…"
  1034. >Pondering your pecker's purpose isn't going to do you much good while you're under threat of electrocution.
  1035. >You roll onto your back, letting out a harsh hiss as your still-sizzling scorch mark makes contact with the plush mattress.
  1036. >Then, you slowly lift up the duvet—
  1037. >"Wait."
  1038. >You look at Flurry's tetchy expression; it softens a little more as you make eye contact with her.
  1039. >"Let me cast something first. Hold still."
  1040. >Her horn lights up.
  1041. >You then feel something pleasantly cool caress the stinging burn on your back.
  1042. >It soothes your screaming nerves, like a spread of ethereal ointment.
  1043. >And thanks to that ministrant magic, the stinging soon stops.
  1044. >"There."
  1045. >Her magical aura fades.
  1046. >"Does that feel better?"
  1047. >Her expression is strictly stern, yet you can see her eyes slightly shimmer.
  1048. >You look away, not wanting to peer too deep—for you worry that you might lose yourself in fogged thoughts.
  1049. "…I guess."
  1050. >"Good."
  1051. >An awkward second passes.
  1052. >Then, she continues:
  1053. >"Next time, don't ignore me."
  1054. >You sigh, rolling your eyes.
  1055. "…Noted."
  1056. >Challenging her any further on the matter is a futile endeavour.
  1057. >One way or another, your princess will have what she desires.
  1058. >Might as well suck it up—
  1059. >And show her your penis.
  1060.  
  1061. >You once again lift up the duvet with both hands; this time, however, you hold it all the way up, forming a arched cavern of cloth that reveals your whole body from the chest down.
  1062. >Flurry huddles closer to you, staring down at your groin with wide eyes.
  1063. >Incidentally, you're still wearing those heart-shaped boxers.
  1064. >"Hm…"
  1065. >Her horn lights up, and translucent light-yellow wisps soon form around the underside of the duvet, keeping it elevated.
  1066. >"Okay, I'll hold the covers up so you can pull down your panties."
  1067. >Your brows furrow.
  1068. "They're not panties."
  1069. >She huffs.
  1070. >"Just take them off, pleb."
  1071. >You move your hands away away from the bed covers and down to your boxers; true to her word, the duvet stays in place thanks to Flurry's magic.
  1072. >Slightly bending your knees, you pull on your undergarments, steadily sliding them down to your thighs.
  1073. >And once finally freed from its clothen prison, your penis springs forth—
  1074. >Ah. You're fully erect.
  1075. >Fancy that.
  1076. >"O-oh…"
  1077. >Human cock caught in her enraptured sights, Flurry's lips lightly part while her nostrils heavily flare out.
  1078. >You can only make an educated guess as to what's going through her horny horsey head right now.
  1079. >Said guessing is very quickly cut short as she suddenly gives your tallywhacker a strong magical tug, almost popping it out of its socket.
  1080. "Ho-shit!" you yelp. "That hurts!"
  1081. >She flinches, promptly dropping her magic.
  1082. >"S-sorry."
  1083. >Caught off guard by her unexpected apology, you nonetheless hold up the duvet with your hands to stop it from falling.
  1084. >You're pretty sure this mare doesn't know her own strength at times.
  1085. >At least your pecker remains in one piece.
  1086. >"So, um…" she mumbles.
  1087. >Her eyes drift back to your traumatised rod, which somehow continues to stand loud and proud.
  1088. >"Th-that's supposed to go inside me, right?" she blurts out.
  1089.  
  1090. "Uh."
  1091. >You blink, completely taken aback by her brashness.
  1092. "What?"
  1093. >"Y-yeah." She hastily nods. "I read about it in a book. Your penis is supposed to go inside my vagina and, um, make me feel good…"
  1094. >Oh. She means more-so in general, you think.
  1095. >Still, she's acting *far* more forward than she usually does.
  1096. >Perhaps that has something to do with you having so-flagrantly fingered her earlier.
  1097. >"And…and I need practise."
  1098. >You arch an eyebrow.
  1099. "'Practise?'"
  1100. >"When I take a princess—no, I mean, when I become a prince—ugh, no, I mean…"
  1101. >She takes a deep breath.
  1102. >"…when I finally take a prince of my own, I need to be good at…at making babies."
  1103. >You peer into her light-blue eyes.
  1104. >She's being dead fucking serious right now.
  1105. "B-babies…I see."
  1106. >The mental image of this spoiled princess as a mother dares to enter your mind's eye.
  1107. >You immediately shake it away.
  1108. "Well, you're not gonna be making any babies with me; I'm an alien monkey—you're a magical pony."
  1109. >With a flick of her ear, she turns her head to the side and very quietly mumbles out into the cool bedroom air:
  1110. >"…don't know that…" is all you can make out.
  1111. "What was that?"
  1112. >She jerks her head back to look at you.
  1113. >"Um, I mean, that's perfect. That means we can practise as much as we want without worrying about becoming a mommy and daddy."
  1114. >A "mommy and daddy," huh?
  1115. >For all of her carnal curiosity and anatomical know-how, it seems that your princess is quite sheltered when it comes to the intricacies of such intimate matters.
  1116. >Some no-good stallion out there could very easily take advantage of her innocence—and of her.
  1117. >She might be a prissy bitch, and you're far from a pious man yourself…
  1118. >But still…you feel as if you should look out for her, somewhat.
  1119.  
  1120. >Exiting the confines of your own thoughtful thoughts, you can hear that Flurry is currently rambling out loud.
  1121. >She's probably listing off the various reasons on why you should bang her brains out in the name of "practise."
  1122. >"…as a Princess of Love, I'm expected to be proficient in this sort of thing, and also…"
  1123. >Yep. Right on the money.
  1124. >Fortunately for her, you've never needed much excuse to fuck a horse.
  1125. >"…this weird-looking whip that I found in Mom's closet—"
  1126. "Okay," you interrupt her, wilfully ignoring whatever the hell she just said, "I'll do it."
  1127. >She cuts herself short, blinking in surprise.
  1128. >"W-wait, really?"
  1129. >You nod.
  1130. "It's not like I have much of a choice. You were gonna force me into it anyway, weren't you?"
  1131. >"Well, yeah."
  1132. >At least she's honest.
  1133. >"But still, I…" She looks away from you with a hesitant expression. "…I-I didn't expect you to just agree like that…"
  1134. >Is she disappointed that she missed out on a chance to exert her ownership over you?
  1135. >Or is she astounded that you're wholly ready and willing to get down and dirty with her?
  1136. >You can never tell with this mare.
  1137. "Listen, Flurry…"
  1138. >You turn onto your left side, letting the duvet slowly fall onto the both of you.
  1139. >Then, you reach out your right hand and carefully caress her left cheek.
  1140. >She gulps and tenses up a little, eyes flitting to your outstretched arm—but she doesn't make any efforts to stop you.
  1141. >You flash her a candid smile.
  1142. "I wanna help you become the best princess you can possibly be."
  1143.  
  1144. >Her eyes slowly drift over to yours, and you hold steady contact with those quivering pink pupils.
  1145. >She doesn't verbally respond, but you can see her cheeks faintly flush.
  1146. >After a few silent seconds, she subtly leans into your touch, exhaling a soft breath from her flexed nostrils.
  1147. >And that's when you take your hand away from her.
  1148. "Plus," you continue, "the sooner we finish practising, the sooner we can both head back to sleep, right?"
  1149. >She deflates a little bit, shyly glancing to the side.
  1150. >"R-right, yeah…"
  1151. >You don't wanna make things *too* weird; this is just practise, after all.
  1152. >That said, you do feel some amount of guilt for cruelly toying with her emotions like this.
  1153. >But to be fair—she *did* zap you.
  1154. "Don't you worry, Flurry…"
  1155. >In one smooth motion—you push yourself up and position your body right above hers.
  1156. >"A-ah."
  1157. >Your bent knees support your lower body and rest next to her thighs, while your hands rest right by her shoulders and lightly grip the bedsheets just below the pillow.
  1158. >Behind you, you can feel the warm embrace of the duvet against your back as it continues to cover the two of you from the torso down.
  1159. >And directly beneath you, your princess lies on her back, forelegs demurely curled up to her chest, and hindlegs spread wide.
  1160. >She stares up at you with shyly parted lips and all-too-eager eyes.
  1161. "…this 'pleb' is gonna teach you all about the ways of making love."
  1162. >Her lips spark up with a sudden snarky confidence.
  1163. >"You? Teach me?"
  1164. >She snorts out an amused laugh.
  1165. >"You couldn't love your way out of a paper bag, pleb."
  1166. >Damn.
  1167. >Right when you think you've got her beaten—right when you let your guard down—she goes and delivers a critical hit straight to your ego.
  1168.  
  1169. >There's no way in hell that you're gonna take this lying down.
  1170. "Oh yeah?" you fire back. "Let's see how you feel when I…"
  1171. >You shuffle your body and wiggle your hips as you attempt to line up your tool with her tunnel.
  1172. >The smile upon her face is an infuriatingly smug one.
  1173. >Your pride prevents you from breaking eye contact with her, knowing that if you do so—you'd simply be handing her yet another victory.
  1174. >Which means you're gonna have to feel things out once again.
  1175. "…get myself ready to…"
  1176. >As you strive to set your spear by the appropriate aperture, you awkwardly poke at her belly fuzz from a variety of angles.
  1177. >Flurry's smirk widens with every failed manoeuvre of your blind meat—but still, you press on, determined to have the last laugh.
  1178. >Eventually, you have your penis properly positioned by her puffy lips.
  1179. "…here."
  1180. >You give her pussy a prod with your pecker, making one of her eyebrows twitch.
  1181. >The gates to her garden are both soft and supple, quickly working wonders on getting you hot and bothered.
  1182. "Phew…" you huff out. "Alright, whenever you're ready, I'll—"
  1183. >"Pleb," she tersely interrupts you.
  1184. >Flurry's simpering smugness hasn't ceased even for a moment.
  1185. >Her eyes scintillate with a sly sharpness.
  1186. >Wait. You've seen that glint in her eyes before. You—
  1187. >Oh.
  1188. >Oh no.
  1189. >"Those are my teats again."
  1190. >You promptly hang your head in shame, breaking eye contact and ceding the last of your dignity.
  1191. "Ugh."
  1192. >She titters.
  1193. >"You're such a dummy~"
  1194. >Her teasing tone is one tinted with earnest affection.
  1195. >You may as well keep going—lest she lose her good humour and start snapping at you once more.
  1196. "Okay then…"
  1197. >Withdrawing your manhood from her mammaries, you steadily move down along her body as you silently muse to yourself:
  1198. >Pony parts must be placed lower than human ones, you figure.
  1199. >It was another honest mistake.
  1200. >Better not make a third.
  1201. >And so, after angling yourself appropriately, you approach the anatomy between her thighs for a second shot.
  1202. >Flurry lets out a light gasp as your tip prods her entrance.
  1203. >You're so close to her canal that you can almost taste it.
  1204. >Yes.
  1205. >You can feel your pecker press up against her wrinkly puckered—
  1206. >"Ple—"
  1207. "Y-yes, I know," you hastily cut her off, promptly disengaging from her butthole.
  1208. >Looking up at Flurry's entertained expression, you clear your throat and put on a confident air.
  1209. "I pulled away before you could say anything—so it doesn't count."
  1210. >It's a half-mistake, at best.
  1211. >You're still in this.
  1212. >Flurry lets out a soft giggle.
  1213. >"You're terrible at this, pleb."
  1214. >After her audible bout of girlish glee, her countenance changes in an unexpected way:
  1215. >No longer does she flash you a stingingly smug smirk; instead, she casts you a bashful smile—one that's filled with a curious warmth.
  1216. >She then whispers to you:
  1217. >"I'm terrible at this, too."
  1218.  
  1219. >Her willingly offered moment of vulnerability catches you totally off guard.
  1220. >To think, you had so many clever comebacks prepared—so many witty ways to assure her that you were most-definitely some kind of human sex god.
  1221. >But in that instant—upon seeing that sincerely tender smile of hers—all those pithy thoughts fade away completely.
  1222. >Gazing deep into her affectionate blue eyes, you silently yet purposefully shift your hips upwards, positioning your spear by her other hole—the right one.
  1223. >The moment your tip prods at her dewy, faintly pulsing petals—she lets out a breathy sigh.
  1224. >"A-ah…"
  1225. >Taking a moment to collect herself, she addresses you with a serene satiation in her tone:
  1226. >"Right there…"
  1227. >Third time's the charm, as they say.
  1228. >It took some doing, but you've finally put yourself in the proper position so as to practise some hot and sweaty lovemaking with your princess.
  1229. >Kneeling above her and huddled under the duvet together, you can't help but appreciate your closeness with this mare:
  1230. >Her slender alicorn frame renders her just the right height to look you in the eyes while your body is aligned with hers—hips over hips and key up to lock.
  1231. >She really is the perfect size for you.
  1232. >You suppose that also makes you the perfect size for her.
  1233. >"H-hey, um…" she speaks up, voice dripping with trepidation.
  1234. "Yeah?"
  1235. >Her eyes briefly flit down your body, and then back to your face.
  1236. >"G-go slow. I read that it hurts when it…um…y-yeah."
  1237. >You nod, smiling.
  1238. "Got it."
  1239. >She smiles back.
  1240. >Staring deep into one another's eyes, you slowly enter your princess's most private place.
  1241. >"Mm…"
  1242. >Her eyes hazily flicker, yet she never pulls her gaze away from yours—nor does she retreat into the darkness of her own lids.
  1243. >You offer her that very same courtesy as you descend deeper into her depths.
  1244. >Her maidenly canal tightly clasps around your glans with an innocent fervour, while her winking walls gently but greedily suck on your meat like an alien-flavoured candy pop.
  1245. >But soon enough, your amorous advance is halted by the presence of a particular barrier.
  1246. >You can feel your tip tentatively pushing up against it.
  1247. >Flurry takes a deep breath.
  1248. >Then, she gives you a nod.
  1249. >You push through.
  1250. >"Nn…!"
  1251. >She winces, hissing in air through her nostrils as you deflower your princess.
  1252. >Her body squeamishly quivers, while her shaky gaze remains transfixed on you, desperately seeking solace and solidarity amongst her unfamiliar pain.
  1253. >Stilling your pelvic movements, you lift up your right hand and hover it next to her face; then, you gently scritch under her chin with your thumb.
  1254. >"Ah~"
  1255. >She coos at your touch and steadies her breathing—nostrils calmly flexing in and out.
  1256. >A serene smile soon finds its way onto her face, and she peers up at you with lovingly lidded eyes.
  1257. >It's enough to make you wonder if her passionate gaze is also part of this purely platonic practise session.
  1258.  
  1259. >Before you can ponder her hypothetical passion any further—she reaches up her forelegs, looping them over your shoulders and around your back, thus wrapping you up in a warm embrace.
  1260. >"Mm…I'm okay now," she whispers.
  1261. >You nod, taking your hand away from her chin and resting it by her shoulder once again.
  1262. >"Keep going…"
  1263. >With another nod, you slowly slide more of your manhood into her marehood.
  1264. >Her virginal depths are heart-throbbingly tight, yet they wetly and warmly welcome you all the same, guiding you deeper into her royal garden.
  1265. >The further you go, the more you can feel her impressionable insides mould around you, meticulously memorising every inch of your meat.
  1266. >You've claimed this princess's purity, and in turn—her body is doing its damndest to remember your distinct human shape.
  1267. >For all of your "practise" with this mare, you're pretty sure that her pussy is never going to accept anyone other than you.
  1268. >And that suits you just fine.
  1269. >Steadily bottoming out inside of her, you both throatily sigh out in unison.
  1270. >"Hah…"
  1271. >She throws a heated glance down under the duvet, checking out the spot where you two meet.
  1272. >"Are you…are you all the way in?"
  1273. "Yep." You nod.
  1274. >"Mm…"
  1275. >She closes her eyes, perhaps honing in on the sensation of your sword sheathed up to her very core.
  1276. >While she does so, you can sense her mareish walls calmly clasping and churning around your manly meat, giving you a mindfully moist massage while making sure you stay fully hilted.
  1277. >"I can…mm…" Her lips curl upwards. "…I can feel you pressing up against my deepest place."
  1278. >After letting out another sigh, she opens her eyes and earnestly smiles at you.
  1279. >"It feels wonderful~"
  1280. >Tightening her hoofgrip around your back, she cranes her neck forwards and plants a sudden smooch on your lips.
  1281. >*Mwah*
  1282. >She pulls away, eyes sparkling with the utmost adoration.
  1283. >Gazing upon her face, an impish impulse soon finds its way into your brain—and you shoot her a sly grin.
  1284. "Well, aren't you affectionate?" you tease her.
  1285. >Her face instantly falls into a cute blushing pout.
  1286. >"Sh-shut up, pleb. Don't ruin the moment."
  1287.  
  1288. >You awkwardly chuckle, feeling only slightly embarrassed—yet wholly endeared towards your princess's pouty mannerisms.
  1289. "Ahah, sorry."
  1290. >One of her ears twitches as she glances off to the side.
  1291. >"Don't forget, this is just practise."
  1292. >You hum affirmatively.
  1293. "Got it."
  1294. >"So, since we're only practising…"
  1295. >She looks back to you, and a sensually confident glint enters her eyes.
  1296. >"…I'm allowed to 'practise' being as lovey-dovey with you as I want~"
  1297. >Leaning forward, she plants another sudden smooch on your lips.
  1298. >This one lasts longer, and you can feel one of her hooves caressing your back as she does it.
  1299. >*Mwah~*
  1300. >When she pulls away from you this time, she does so with both a sultry grin and a lidded gaze that's filled with no-less affection than before.
  1301. >"Now keep going, pleb~" she commandingly coos.
  1302. >You're pretty sure the two of you must have crossed a line somewhere.
  1303. >Then again, this is all in the name of practise—so it's all good.
  1304. "Right away, my princess."
  1305. >Drawing out your hips, you steadily pry yourself out from her royal passageway.
  1306. >"H-hah…"
  1307. >Her undulating walls tightly clasp around your length every inch of the way, utterly refusing to let you leave—and absolutely desperate to keep you secured within her stickily warm embrace.
  1308. >But eventually—and with great grunting effort on your part—you succeed in your exhaustive endeavour to exit her clingy canal, leaving it so that only your glans remains wedged in her vulva.
  1309. >"Nn…"
  1310. >Lip slightly quivering, Flurry flashes you a vulnerable look of deep longing, dearly wishing for you to once again fill up that now-empty space within her precious place.
  1311. >Answering her silent call, you promptly spear her snatch in one singular thrust, hilting yourself all the way inside her sweltering depths—and bumping right up against her alicorn babymaker.
  1312. >"Ah~!"
  1313. >From there, you piston your hips against hers, soon settling into a rhythm of slow, measured thrusts—thus making sure she feels every inch you have to give her.
  1314. >As if realising that you have truly no plans to abandon your princess—and that you shall always be there for her—Flurry's pussy loosens its possessively vice-like grip on your member; now trusting you completely, her encouraging walls grant you gushing passage to plunder her fertile fields again and again.
  1315. >At least, that's how you're choosing to see things—this mare's pussy manages to feel just as magical as the rest of her.
  1316. >Flurry's pleasured moans match your guttural grunts, and this tranquil bedroom ambience quickly becomes a interspecies symphony of two lovers passionately "practising" their carnal craft together.
  1317. >Your bare bodies sweatily press against each other, drinking deep of one another's primal scents and sexual fluids.
  1318. >And more than ever, you find yourself feeling extremely thankful that her bedroom has a soundproofing spell in place.
  1319.  
  1320. >In this naked moment, naught in the likes of royal regalia or conservative clothing separates you two—status means nothing to you now.
  1321. >Thus, the two of you become so much more than a bratty princess and her beloved pet.
  1322. >You become leader and follower, keeping your loins in loyal lockstep with hers, and turning this erotic first encounter into harmonious routine.
  1323. >You become teacher and student, taking this intimate meeting under the duvet as a chance to extensively explore one another's bodies, and coming to understand each other on an instinctual level.
  1324. >You become man and mare, taking this intimacy one step further as an opportunity to simply enjoy one another's bodies in the most earthly sense, and forever marking each other as cherished companions.
  1325. >You become—
  1326. >Flurry suddenly tenses up.
  1327. >"I'm…ah…!" she gasps out. "I-I'm going to…!"
  1328. >She clamps down on you hard—both with her hooves and with her hatch.
  1329. >And—with a snorting, whinnying shudder—Flurry's floodgates swing open for the second time this night.
  1330. >Her clenching walls churn around your turgid cock, dousing you with a syrupy squash that rushes over your length and splatters against your pelvis.
  1331. >Shutting her eyes, her head lightly tosses from side to side, lost in the throes of an intense maregasm.
  1332. >You seize the opportunity to press your lips right against hers, startling her and stilling her movements.
  1333. >"Mm?!"
  1334. >Her eyes shoot open, quickly seeing yours.
  1335. >Acting on pure mareish instinct, she delicately sniffs at your face.
  1336. >You sniff back.
  1337. >And so the two of you share a tender Eskimo kiss in this heated moment, finding mutual tranquillity together as she rides out the crashing waves of her torrid climax.
  1338. >"Mmph…"
  1339. >Trapped both under the duvet and between your clammily sweaty bodies, the smelly musk of sugary sex radiates upwards from your conjoined groins and greets your nostrils.
  1340. >Even at her most base level, your princess smells truly wonderful.
  1341. >You feel bad for whoever has to wash these sheets, though.
  1342. >…Wait, that's you.
  1343. >You take it back, then.
  1344.  
  1345. >Flurry's second coming eventually subsides as she gushes out the last of her mellifluous marecream all over your crotch.
  1346. >You gently pull away from your shared kiss, yet continue to remain interconnected at the hips.
  1347. >"Hah…hah…"
  1348. >After taking a few seconds to recover, Flurry gaspingly addresses you:
  1349. >"You…hah…you haven't finished, have you…?"
  1350. >You blink a few times, surprised by her marely intuition, before responding:
  1351. "No." You lightly shake your head. "I haven't."
  1352. >She takes a measured blink of her own, before nodding to herself with a soft hum.
  1353. >"Then we…mmph…"
  1354. >She weakly wiggles her hips against yours.
  1355. >"…then we keep going."
  1356. >Eyes filed with an ardent determination, she tenderly strokes your back with a forehoof.
  1357. >"We're not stopping…until you finish."
  1358. >How considerate of her.
  1359. >Or perhaps she's simply following the strong mareish impulses in her brain that demand her stallion's balls be thoroughly drained.
  1360. >Either way, you're completely okay with this—and thanks to your princess's pulsating pony pussy, you're not too far off from your own nut.
  1361. >Taking her sultrily lidded gaze and wantonly writhing body as a go-ahead, you resume your raunchy motions, steadily pumping into her pudenda like a man on a mission.
  1362. >The two of you let out honest huffs and mellow moans as you placidly pound your way across the final stretch.
  1363. >"Mmph…mmph…"
  1364. >Flurry's expression is one of mild fatigue, which is most likely a result of her very recent maregasm—and also the fact that the two of you should've been asleep ages ago.
  1365. >Weary though she may be, her inner walls continue to work you over with a dedicated lover's touch, clasping and grasping at your pulsing meat.
  1366. >Even now, she feels like heaven to your loins—it's a miracle that you've managed to hold out for this long.
  1367. >Alas, that monastic miracle is about to be washed away within the tides of titillation—for you can feel your crest fast approaching.
  1368. >Growling out a guttural grunt, your bestial movements become rowdier by the second.
  1369. >Flurry watches your expression intently.
  1370. >"You're close…" she whispers to you.
  1371. >You blink in surprise.
  1372. >It's not like you made any attempt to hide your exhilaration, but still…
  1373. "…how did you…?" you manage to gasp out.
  1374. >She answers your half-question with a shrewd titter.
  1375. >"You're my pleb, so of course I'd know~"
  1376. >It's your first time together with this mare—and she already knows your tells by heart.
  1377. >Scary.
  1378.  
  1379. >Flurry casts a heated glance down towards your thrusting hips, which painstakingly pump your throbbing penis in and out of her squelching pussy.
  1380. >The salacious sight causes her to let out a deep, dominant snort—one that befits a beast in rut more than it does a regal princess.
  1381. >Following those beastly instincts of hers, she suddenly wraps her hindlegs around your back, leg-locking you.
  1382. "Wh-whoa."
  1383. >With her forelegs firmly hooked over your shoulders and her hindlegs tightly looped around your waist, Flurry has you locked within a full-body bind—and buried up to the hilt.
  1384. >Pulling out is no longer an option.
  1385. >She gazes up at you, animalistic hunger burning within those light-blue eyes.
  1386. >Her voice, however, drips with dignified authority:
  1387. >"Finish inside of me. That's an order from your princess."
  1388. >Her carnal command shoots straight through to your very soul, throttling your will and leaving you powerless to resist her breedish desire—not that you'd ever wish to resist her, anyway.
  1389. >Your spoken obedience freely falls from your servile lips:
  1390. "A-at once."
  1391. >Her lips curl upwards, satisfied with your reply.
  1392. >"Hmph~"
  1393. >With your body closely clamped against hers, your movements are completely constrained; all you can do is wait until the promised moment arrives, staring deep into your princess's passionate peepers.
  1394. >She has beautiful eyes.
  1395. >Your mind might be playing tricks on you, but you believe you can see hearts fluttering around inside those pink pupils of hers.
  1396. >She really is magical—in every sense of the word.
  1397. >Wedged within of her churning canal, your breath hitches and your balls clench.
  1398. >The time has come.
  1399. "Hah…!"
  1400. >Soaring over the edge with white wings, you promptly blast steamily hot ropes of human spunk inside of your pony princess, flooding her royal gardens with your virile seed.
  1401. >Restrained though you might be, you nonetheless try your damndest to furiously hump your hips against hers, desperate to drive your dick even deeper—and shoot your loads even further.
  1402. >Her marehole milks you for everything you've got and then some, making sure not to waste a single drop of your baby batter as it all plasters the inside of her hungering womb.
  1403. >In the midst of all this, you gently lock lips your princess—as has quickly become custom.
  1404. >"Mmph…"
  1405. >Your bodies speak for themselves—exchanging tender kisses, sweet breath, and liquid love.
  1406. >Under this sumptuous duvet, you claim this princess as your own—taking her purity, moulding her marely insides to your distinct shape, and deeply seeding her most precious place.
  1407. >And in doing so, she claims you in turn, marking you with an indelible scent that clings to your core being—taking Equestria's one and only human as her exclusive partner.
  1408.  
  1409. >Flaring out her nostrils, Flurry suddenly and aggressively whinnies into your mouth—signifying the start of yet another heated maregasm.
  1410. >And in a flash, she flips the both of you over—thus, she's now the one atop you.
  1411. >Straddling your groin and keeping your cock firmly clenched inside of her squashing snatch, she further asserts her dominance by pushing her fluffy chest up against your bare one—making absolutely sure that you can feel her utterly enamoured heart beating in tune with yours.
  1412. >Her sweltering thighs encompass your own, while her forelegs remain looped over your shoulders and locked around your back; one of her hooves presses against your nape, pushing you up into her perfervid kiss.
  1413. >Having now taken complete control of this bestial battlefield, Flurry's plush lips ferociously suck on your human mouth as she snorts against your nostrils and steals your breath for her own.
  1414. >You put your best efforts forward to try and keep pace with this mercurial mare, taking what meagre breaths you can in order to stay afloat atop this orgasmic tsunami.
  1415. >Reaching up with both of your arms, you wrap them around her back, using your right hand to gently stroke her withers.
  1416. >Your mollifying caress appears to calm her down at least marginally, as the familiar feel of your fingers causes her to softly whicker and lightly nuzzle your face, giving you some much-needed time to recuperate while the two of you genially ride out your shared orgasm together.
  1417. >Within the eye of this sensual storm, she once again plants her lips against yours and whispers down your throat with a husky growl:
  1418. >"Mine."
  1419. >You can't refute her.
  1420. >From there, your mouth-to-snout contact becomes a lot more tender, much like it was before—just with more nuzzles.
  1421. >Even after you completely drain your balls inside of her tight tract—and even after she finishes flooding you with her latest batch of squash—the two of continue to lose yourselves in each other's lips for a little while longer, sucking face and sharing breath.
  1422. >Your bodies undulate together—and your hearts beat as one.
  1423.  
  1424. >…
  1425. >Eventually, the two of you pull away from your most-intimate kiss, and the two of you take a few breathy moments to enjoy the afterglow.
  1426. >"Hah…hah…"
  1427. "Hah…hah…"
  1428. >Breaking eye contact, Flurry lowers her head and rests it by yours on the pillow, angling her snout so that it points at your left ear.
  1429. >The sweet sweaty smell of a wholly satisfied mare lingers in the bedchamber, serving to congratulate your brain on a job well done.
  1430. >As for your bodies—they remain clingily and claspily connected together, finding continued comfort in each other's carnal embrace.
  1431. >It seems that neither of you wish to let go of the other, perhaps worrying that when you do so—everything shall have to go back to how it once was.
  1432. >But it doesn't have to be like this.
  1433. >All it takes is three words:
  1434. >Three simple yet powerful words to turn this fleeting practise session into something perennial.
  1435. "Hey, Flurry," you mumble up into the air, "I…"
  1436. >Her left ear perks up and swivels your way, standing at full attention.
  1437. "…hope you got it all out of your system?"
  1438. >Her ear flops back down.
  1439. >"…Yeah, I did."
  1440. >Letting out a sigh, she pushes herself up to look you in the eyes, her face hovering above yours.
  1441. >"Listen, I…"
  1442. >With a steadily growing blush on her cheeks, her eyes bashfully flit away from you.
  1443. >"…might have gotten a little heated back there…"
  1444. >You cast her a reassuring smile.
  1445. "It's okay, Flurry. I understand."
  1446. >Moving your right hand up from her back, you caress her cheek.
  1447. "There's no need to sweat the small stuff. It was your first time, after all."
  1448. >She blinks at you, lips slowly curling into a serene smile.
  1449. >Closing her eyes, she leans into your touch and nuzzles your hand, happily humming to herself.
  1450. >"Mm, yeah…my first time…"
  1451. >Looks like neither of you could work up the courage to say it.
  1452. >That's okay, though.
  1453. >At the end of the day, you've still just bust a fat nut inside a magical pony princess.
  1454. >Slave or not—you feel pretty damn good right now.
  1455. >"Hah…"
  1456. >Flurry opens her eyes to look down at you.
  1457. >Her gaze is one of lingering passion.
  1458. >"Pleb," she speaks up, softly uttering your moniker, "just so you know, I don't intend for this to be a one-time thing. You and I are going to practise making love from now on."
  1459. "Yeah." You nod. "I figured as much."
  1460. >"Good." She nods back. "So long as we're clear."
  1461. >She speaks with absolute authority, but you believe you can see a glimmer of relief enter her pink pupils.
  1462. >Flurry might be a bossy mare who always gets the first and final say on whatever she wants, but deep down—she must desire your approval on matters like these.
  1463. >You'll happily give it to her.
  1464.  
  1465. >Moving her forelegs away from your back, Flurry sits up atop you, lifting up the duvet behind her.
  1466. >With a marely grunt, she forcefully pries herself off of you, fully unsheathing your hilted member from her all-too-snug depths.
  1467. >"H-hah…!"
  1468. "Ph-phew…"
  1469. >Her needy nethers wink out a few heady squirts onto your groin, utterly dousing you in unspoken feelings—and perhaps trying to entice you into plunging right back inside of her.
  1470. >"C-come on," she speaks to you through shaky breaths, "let's move over to the other pillow. This side of the bed is all stinky and slimy now."
  1471. >Indeed, your body feels more marecream than man at this point—and you know that the sheets around you are in a similar state.
  1472. "Y-yeah," you shakily answer. "Let's."
  1473. >…
  1474. >After drying yourselves off, pulling up your boxers, and freshening yourselves up—the two of you relocate over to the left side of the bed.
  1475. >The back of your head rests against a comfy pillow, while your body lies splayed out under the duvet.
  1476. >Flurry is snuggled against your left side, head resting upon your chest.
  1477. >Both her left wing and left foreleg are draped over your body, holding you close and covering you in a soft feathery blanket.
  1478. >Your left arm is looped around her back, while your hand rests upon the side of her slender barrel.
  1479. >You can feel her belly rise and fall with each contented breath that she makes through her gently flaring nostrils.
  1480. >Right now, your princess is the very picture of peaceability.
  1481. >Still, you can't help but notice how mussed up her mane has gotten as a result of your practise session.
  1482. >No doubt she's going to have you spend an inordinate amount of time brushing it when she wakes up in the morning.
  1483. >Flurry happens to be a mare who is *very* self-conscious about her image; it's to the point where she absolutely *must* look prim and proper at all times.
  1484. >It's only when she's alone with you that she feels truly comfortable letting her mane down.
  1485. >When you first laid eyes upon this prissy princess back at your parlour, you never would've expected that you'd get this close with her.
  1486. >The two of you are about as alike as oil and water—yet here you are, freely sharing body heat under the bed covers.
  1487. >You don't mind it one bit.
  1488.  
  1489. >After letting out a yawn, you address her:
  1490. "The two of us are gonna be dead tired in the morning, you know."
  1491. >"Hmph, whatever…"
  1492. >She nuzzles into your chest.
  1493. >"If anypony dares to give either of us grief…"
  1494. >She yawns, smacking her chops a bit.
  1495. >"…I'll turn them into a toad."
  1496. "Oh? Either of us, you say?"
  1497. >You give her belly a gentle stroke.
  1498. "Does that mean *I'm* under your protection as well, princess?"
  1499. >She huffs, speaking to you like she's answering the most obvious question in the world:
  1500. >"Of course."
  1501. >She raises her head to look at you, and a sly grin adorns her features.
  1502. >"You're *my* pleb. I'm the only one who's allowed to tease you."
  1503. "Is that so…?"
  1504. >You lift an eyebrow.
  1505. "What does this teasing entail, I wonder?"
  1506. >Firing back with a sly grin of your own, you use your right hand to playfully boop her nose with a finger.
  1507. >Her snout immediately scrunches up, and she narrows her eyes at you.
  1508. >Just like before, you really can't help yourself when it comes to poking the hornet's nest—especially when it buzzes so adorably.
  1509. >"…Maybe it involves turning *you* into a toad instead," she grumbles.
  1510. "But if you do that, you won't be able to cuddle me."
  1511. >Her expression softens in thought.
  1512. >"Hm, good point…"
  1513. >She lifts her left forehoof.
  1514. >"I'll just do this, then."
  1515. >Faster than you can react, she firmly boops *you* on the nose with the toe of her hoof.
  1516. >It leaves you feeling a bit sore.
  1517. "Ow…"
  1518. >She titters.
  1519. >"Here, let me kiss it better."
  1520. >She leans in and plants a tender peck on your bruised bridge.
  1521. >Slightly lowering her head, her face lingers around yours for a few moments as she gently exhales into your nostrils.
  1522. >But before the two of you can share any more breath, she curtly pulls away.
  1523. >"We should really get some sleep," she whispers.
  1524. "Y-yeah."
  1525. >Damn, that really was a brutal tease.
  1526. >Well played, Flurry Heart.
  1527. >She rests her head atop your chest once again, and the two of you snuggle up to each other as you prepare to drift off into dreamland together.
  1528. "Good night…" you say, lightly stroking her belly.
  1529. >"Mhm…" She closes her eyes.
  1530. >Indeed, time to call it a night.
  1531. >Although, at this point—you wouldn't be surprised if you were calling it a morning.
  1532. >It's really late.
  1533. >As your lucidity steadily leaves you, you swear that you can feel Flurry's body shuffle about next to yours.
  1534. >You swear that you can feel a pair of plush lips gently press themselves against your left ear.
  1535. >And you swear that they whisper:
  1536. >"Good night, Anon."
  1537. >*Mwah*
  1538. >"I love you~"
  1539. >Thus sleep takes you.

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