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Pink Haze - The Lost Chapter

By Glimbrain
Created: 2025-05-30 21:42:22
Expiry: Never
anonnsfwflurry heartcozy glowscrappedalternate scenario

  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. This is a scrapped chapter from the story: Pink Haze. Originally, I planned for it to be the fic's fourth chapter, but upon completing and reviewing it, I decided that I didn't like where it was heading, so I trashed it and started afresh with Pink Haze's actual Chapter 4.
  6. Still, for those who are interested in how this story could've gone—here you go.
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  8. Also, if you somehow ended up on this unlisted paste by mistake and have no idea what this is all about, I would recommend checking out the actual story of Pink Haze and working from there: https://ponepaste.org/10656
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  10. *** LINKS AND KINKS ***
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  12. PART 1: https://ponepaste.org/10656
  13. PART 2: https://ponepaste.org/10809
  14. PART 3: https://ponepaste.org/10866
  15. CHAPTER 4: YOU ARE A PIONEER
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  17. SCRAPPED UPDATE: RIP
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  19. CURRENT KINK LIST: have a read and find out :)
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  21. *** 4 ***
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  23. >The warp goes round and round—it's a kaleidoscopic conundrum.
  24. >What is up? Right?
  25. >What is left? Sideways?
  26. >Touch turns to feel; Sight merges into sound, and with your eyely ears, you spy:
  27. >Reds whites oranges purples blurples and—
  28. "Agh!"
  29. >—you collide face-first into cold, hard pavement.
  30. "Uuugh…"
  31. >With a groan, you slowly push yourself up off the ground.
  32. >And you come face to face with a distorted version of yourself.
  33. >Because the ground is reflective.
  34. >Also, your vision is still very hazy.
  35. >Okay. Status check:
  36. >You don't think you've lost any limbs—so that's good.
  37. >No bones feel broken either—that's even better.
  38. >Patting yourself up and down, you confirm that you are, in fact, still in one piece.
  39. >Splendiferous news.
  40. >Now there's only one last matter to address—
  41. >Just a teensy little query that dares to be asked.
  42. >…
  43. >Where the hell are you?
  44. >Rising to a standing position, you examine your surroundings.
  45. >The skies up above are crystal clear, but they cast no light upon your current situation.
  46. >There are buildings all around you—strange stone structures that scintillate in the sun; it's hard to look them dead on.
  47. >You also spy shapes—moving ones.
  48. >They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and colours—
  49. >And none of them appear to pay you any mind.
  50. >"H-hey, are you alright?"
  51. >Well, except one, it seems.
  52. >You spin around, meeting one of the shapes.
  53. >It appears to be some kind of…horned quadruped, and their colour scheme is some gaudy mix of pink and orange.
  54. >They also asked you a question, so…
  55. "Um, yeah. I think so."
  56. >"Are you sure?"
  57. >Damn, she hit you with the double.
  58. >Wait, "she?"
  59. >Yeah, that's definitely a chick's voice; a bit raspy, though.
  60. "Uh…why wouldn't I be?"
  61. >"Well, you just kinda fell out of the sky like—" She waves her forelimbs around in the air. "—fshew! And faceplanted into the road."
  62. "Oh yeah." You nod sagely. "I did do that."
  63. >You give your shoulder a few firm pats.
  64. "I think I'm good though; thanks for asking."
  65. >"O-oh, you're welcome!"
  66. >Your vision is still a little blurry, but it looks like she's smiling.
  67. "So, do you know where we are?"
  68. >She clears her throat.
  69. >"We're in the Crystal Empire! Situated deep within the Frozen North—and directly north of Canterlot!"
  70. "Cool. Do you know how to get back home?"
  71. >"Home?" She tilts her head.
  72. "Yeah, if you could kindly point me in the direction of…"
  73.  
  74. >…
  75. >Well, that was a sobering conversation.
  76. >Miss Pink and Orange has just politely informed you that there are no known return trips when it comes to being sucked up by spontaneous space-time warps.
  77. >Turns out, you're stuck here—far, *far* away from home.
  78. >Everything you've ever known, everything you've built up—gone in an instant.
  79. >And you have only one thing to say.
  80. "Damn."
  81. >You have relocated to sitting on the edge of the sidewalk alongside your informant.
  82. >"I-I'm so sorry. I know this must be a lot to take in for you a-and… G-gosh, I don't even know what to say in a situation like this…"
  83. >You dismissively wave her off.
  84. "Nah, it's fine. I'll survive, probably."
  85. >Resting your hand against your forehead, you knit your brows.
  86. "Just trying to map out where the hell I go from here, you know?"
  87. >"Wh-where to go? Hm…"
  88. >Twenty seconds are spent in silence as you watch the colourful shapes pass by.
  89. >Suddenly, your informant shoots up with a gasp.
  90. >"Oh, I know! Why don't I take you over to City Hall? That way, you can get registered as a proper citizen of the Crystal Empire!"
  91. >You hum, a smile creeping up on your face.
  92. "Now that's a start." You nod. "I think I'll take you up on that."
  93. >"Great! It's over this way!" She points down a seemingly random street. "Follow me!"
  94. >You stand up and follow her lead.
  95. >It's only after about five steps or so does she stop in her tracks, turning to face you.
  96. >"O-oh! And by the way, do you have a name? Something I can call you by?"
  97. "Name?"
  98. >You quirk an eyebrow, critical knowledge slowly returning to you.
  99. "Oh yeah, sure. I've got one of those."
  100. >You hold out your hand.
  101. "Call me Anon. I'm a human."
  102. >You figured you should mention the name of your species as well, since whatever you're speaking to is most-assuredly *not* human.
  103. >She stares at your hand for a few seconds, before steadily reaching up one of her forelimbs to meet it.
  104. >"Nice to meet you, Anon! My name's—"
  105. >"Master!"
  106. "Uh."
  107.  
  108. ***
  109.  
  110. >You open your eyes, ending your spot of recollection.
  111. >Hm. That was back when you had first arrived in Equestria.
  112. >Things were such a blur during those first couple of months.
  113. >You were living day to day, job to job, ever-struggling to find your place in a horse-run society.
  114. >Eventually, you settled into running your soft hands over the bodies of paying clients as you grappled with the role of masseur.
  115. >The vocation fit you like a well-worn glove, yet you were a man with a dream—eyes always looking up towards the towering Crystal Castle that stood in the city's centre.
  116. >Ah, but you've come a long way since then.
  117. >Because right now—you are in that very same castle.
  118. >You lie prone atop a bright pink, heart-shaped bed; up above, a canopy extends to the very ceiling, its translucent curtains draping down below to offer a modest portion of privacy.
  119. >The bed itself is luxuriously comfy; soft satin sheets, plush pillows, and a magnificent mattress all meld together to herald heaven upon your aching body.
  120. >The world around you is a mash-up of high status and girlish glee; the walls decorated with pink patterns are only broken up by the presence of ornate crystal columns.
  121. >Portraits celebrating coronations and similar sovereign ceremonies hang from the walls and rest on the furnishings; a crystal crown rests upon one such furnishing—a dazzling drawer by the bedside.
  122. >There's no questioning it—this is *truly* a room fit for royalty.
  123. >You could want for nothing in here.
  124. >Yet there's a pressing matter that bears addressing…
  125. >"Master?"
  126. >Yes. *That* pressing matter.
  127. >You look over your shoulder, glaring at Flurry, who sits on her haunches.
  128. "Why did you stop, slave?"
  129. >She flinches, ears flattening.
  130. >"I-I'm sorry, Master! I…I just wanted to know…"
  131. >She nervously twiddles her forehooves.
  132. >"Am I…am I doing a good job?"
  133. >You sigh.
  134. "Yes… You are doing a 'good job.'"
  135. >You narrow your eyes.
  136. "But in the future—do *not* interrupt your duties so as to selfishly pester me for pointless praise. Do I make myself clear?"
  137. >She gulps, quickly bowing her head in shame.
  138. >"Y-yes! Of course, Master! Please forgive this lowly slave for her insolence!"
  139. "Very well. As long as you understand…"
  140. >You turn your head away from her to face straight on.
  141. "Then continue."
  142. >You can hear her tail wagging across the bedsheets.
  143. >"R-right away, Master!"
  144. >Taking a deep breath, you slowly close your eyes.
  145. >You can feel Flurry's dainty hooves slowly press into your back.
  146. >With circular motions, she kneads around your muscles, humming a little tune to herself as she does.
  147. >She still has a lot to learn in the matter, but the sensations are pleasant nonetheless.
  148. >After all, even a masseur could use a massage sometimes.
  149.  
  150. >It has been a week since you had collared Princess Flurry Heart and conquered her mind.
  151. >As the saying goes: with great slaves come great opportunities.
  152. >Sensing stardom upon the horizon, you took the chance to close up shop in the streets of the Crystal Empire—and move into the Crystal Castle proper.
  153. >Out of the frying pan and into the lap of luxury.
  154. >Officially, you're "Hired Help"—a royal masseur to tend to the Crown Princess's physical needs.
  155. >Unofficially, you're Flurry Heart's beloved Master, and every night before you head to bed—a needy Crown Princess teleports into your bedchambers for some nighttime fun and a Master to cuddle to sleep.
  156. >With Flurry's *glowing* recommendation, securing a spot among the castle staff was a cinch.
  157. >You have your very own private quarters *and* your own massage parlour.
  158. >Not only that, but you also get to dine on foodstuffs from the royal kitchen, peruse tomes from the royal library, and indulge your weary bones in the royal spa.
  159. >While you may not be the king of this castle—it's still a major step up from your previous accommodations.
  160. >And it's all thanks to your lovely Crown Princess.
  161. >There's only one downside to this arrangement, though.
  162. >You can't have Flurry call you "Master" when there are other ponies about—as it'd throw *far* too much suspicion your way.
  163. >Not that you haven't received more than your fair share of curious glances and cautious stares during your time here—because you have.
  164. >That could have something to do with your strange alien form—or the fact that Flurry has become exceedingly polite and well-mannered ever since your arrival.
  165. >Highly suspicious—yet also highly convenient for everyone involved.
  166. >Despite the looks, you've certainly received no complaints from the castle staff regarding this princess's good behaviour.
  167. >Even her own parents—the true rulers of the Crystal Empire—stay away from your business.
  168. >They probably all think that you're just a positive influence on her.
  169. >They wouldn't be wrong—but you doubt they're aware of the real reason to her personality shift.
  170. >In any case, this place feels just like home—if home was a crystalline labyrinth of curving corridors and curious chambers.
  171. >Truthfully, a lot of your time has been spent simply acclimatising to your new life in the Crystal Castle.
  172. >The details of which are surely intriguing—but alas, they are tales best left for another day.
  173. >For now—life is good.
  174. >Yet you can't help but wonder if this is all there is to it.
  175. >All of your needs are taken care of, and a bombshell pony princess lives to serve you in any way that she can.
  176. >But…
  177. >You want more.
  178.  
  179. >You haven't seen either of Flurry's bosom buddies ever since your encounters with them at your old massage parlour.
  180. >Honestly, you wouldn't mind going your entire life without seeing Luster Dawn again; the unfortunate memory of her "essence" still creeps into your nostrils sometimes.
  181. >But Cozy Glow…you wonder how she's doing.
  182. >You'd like to lay eyes on her again.
  183. >You'd also like to claim her—thoroughly and repeatedly.
  184. >The thought has crept into your mind far too many times—the irresistible idea of *savagely* ravaging her toned body, over and over…
  185. >Making her yours, just as you did Flurry…
  186. >…
  187. >Ah, but you'd need another collar to accomplish that, wouldn't you?
  188. >Your dreams of piping the pegasus lay as just that—a pipe dream.
  189. >Would that you could…
  190. >"Hm~ hm-hm~ hm~"
  191. >Flurry continues her sing-song hum as she hones in on your hoof-powered backrub.
  192. >She's such a sweet little thing; melodious yet diligent, royal yet loyal, cute yet hot—
  193. >And all yours.
  194. >…
  195. >You cannot hold yourself back any longer.
  196. >With a grunt, you pull yourself up from your prone position; your sudden movement elicits a surprised yelp from Flurry.
  197. >"O-oh, Master!"
  198. >You shuffle away from her, kicking your bare legs over the bed's edge and sitting on the mattress's end.
  199. >Flurry crawls up to you from behind, gently resting her jittery forehooves upon your shoulders.
  200. >"Is everything okay? D-did I do well?"
  201. >Slowly raising your right hand up, you push her hoof away from your left shoulder; she emits a light, worried whimper at your dismissal.
  202. >After taking a meticulously slow breath in and out through your nostrils, you allay her concerns:
  203. "You did well, slave. You did *very* well."
  204. >You hear her sigh in relief.
  205. >With your left hand, you reach out behind you, soon finding her chin hovering just above your left shoulder.
  206. "And now…"
  207. >You guide her face to your front, angling it towards your crotch.
  208. "…it is time for your reward."
  209. >You pat your lap with your right hand.
  210. >Her eyes drift down your bare chest and towards your boxers, which are currently straining under your emergent growth.
  211. >Her eyes quickly widen.
  212. >"Ah!"
  213. >You issue her a command:
  214. "On the floor."
  215.  
  216. >Swift and silent, Flurry slides off the bed and repositions herself to sit in between your legs; she stares down at your bound member with clear hunger in her eyes.
  217. >She zealously sniffs the air around your junk, happily taking in her favourite scent.
  218. >Obeying her instincts, she slowly descends upon your crotch to further inundate herself—
  219. >And you block her advancing snout with your palm, loudly clearing your throat.
  220. "You are forgetting something, slave."
  221. >Her eyes flit up to meet yours; her expression can be best described as "vacant befuddlement."
  222. >"Uuummm…"
  223. >You wonder how long it'll take for her to get it this time.
  224. >For you see—while her limited attention span has been squarely focused on the carnal…
  225. >Your Masterly mind has been concerned with the practical.
  226. >Namely, her long and sharp alicorn horn angled directly towards your stomach—and only mere inches from making an unhappy accident.
  227. >"Oh! I got it!"
  228. >Pulling away from your crotch with a bright smile on her face, Flurry turns to one of the wooden drawers in the room; it's the one by the bedside—and the same one that her crystal crown is on.
  229. >Using her yellow magic, she grabs a small object that lays right next to her crown, soon levitating it into your outstretched hand.
  230. >Flurry faces you with a proud grin and closed eyes.
  231. >You twirl said small object in between your fingers; it's a cylindrical piece of wood with a circular opening at the bottom.
  232. >Pinching it with two digits, you carefully affix it onto the very tip of Flurry's horn.
  233. "There."
  234. >Flurry slowly opens her eyes, quickly darting her gaze down to your crotch once more.
  235. >You block her line of sight with your hand.
  236. "Ah-ah. What do you say now, slave?"
  237. >After a few thoughtful blinks, she gasps in realisation and beams at you.
  238. >"Thank you for corking my horn, Master!"
  239. >You smile at her, gently patting through her mane.
  240. "Good girl."
  241. >Her eyelids briefly flicker as she takes in a shaky snort of air.
  242. >You also catch her wiggling her rump against the floor.
  243. >Flurry has quickly grown to adopt an *intense* reaction whenever you refer to her by her favourite moniker.
  244. >Simply hearing the golden words uttered from your lips is enough to send her into a delirious high.
  245. >Which is why you make sure to hand out such compliments sparingly.
  246. >A slave ill needs excess.
  247. >You, however, *deserve* release.
  248. >Yanking your boxers down, you expose your kingly sceptre at full mast.
  249. >Flurry's eyes widen—her hot and heavy breaths washing over your engorged meat.
  250. >She lowers her lips down to your dick, stopping just short of the tip as she glances to you for approval.
  251. >You smirk at her.
  252. "Go on, slave. You've *earned* this."
  253.  
  254. >With a happy sigh, she lays her soft lips around your tip, giving it a tender kiss.
  255. >Slowly, she takes it into her mouth and suckles it, swirling her tongue around your glans.
  256. >Lidding her eyes, she passionately makes out with your meat, lathering it in her warm saliva and giving it a tongue bath that befits a lord.
  257. >Her quiet moans fills the air as she steadily bobs her head up and down your head, never leaving the tip.
  258. >It. Is. Heavenly.
  259. >You've trained her well.
  260. >Alas, the rest of your shaft is feeling woefully unloved.
  261. >You know that she'll get around to the whole hog eventually.
  262. >But you're more than happy to take the reigns and speed things up regardless.
  263. >You wrap one hand around the base of her horn, and another rests on the back of her head.
  264. >You give her a few tender pets for a job well done…
  265. >And you force her down to the base, squishing her snout against your scrotum and holding her there.
  266. >"Mmph!"
  267. >Her horn cork brushes against your chest—a worthy investment.
  268. >Flurry's eyes widen, and her nostrils flare out—right up against your pubes.
  269. >One of her most beloved and primal of Masterly smells fires straight up into her brain, coating her mind in a musky mist.
  270. >Her tail slaps the floor behind her, flicking into overdrive.
  271. >Her tongue movements become unfocused and desperate, rapidly lapping at whatever part of your submerged shaft lies before it.
  272. >Her lips hopelessly flex in and out around your base, peppering your pubic zone with kisses aplenty.
  273. >While her manic movements both entice and amuse you, you can't help but desire some extra stimulation, so you slowly pull her up your rod, bringing her mouth to just under your frenulum—
  274. >And you slam her right back down.
  275. >A Master ought to use every part of his slave for his own purposes.
  276. >Which is why you heartily force Flurry's face up and down your dick, using the Crown Princess's gullet as your own personal onahole.
  277. >Her throat tickles your tip, and her lips brush up against your base.
  278. >Her tongue settles under your member, massaging its underside in her eager efforts to draw out your load.
  279. >The hot and humid air that fills her mouth works as a wonderful medium for your arousal.
  280. >Flurry's once-quiet moans have become much more brazen in both volume and frequency—and you can feel a few bracing grunts escape your own throat.
  281. >Feeling your passionate peak approaching, you yank her face up past your physical peak—and beyond.
  282. >You pull her off your dick, teasingly holding her head above your tip.
  283. >She whimpers longingly, desperate to continue revering her Master's sceptre.
  284. >With her eyes utterly fixated and her lips still parted, she extends her tongue out towards your meat, readily lapping at the open air in between—
  285. >And rolling out the red carpet for your climax.
  286.  
  287. >One grunt. One thrust—and you hilt yourself all the way back in.
  288. >Her twitching throat awaits your creamy reward—so you give it.
  289. >You nut and bust and blow—blasting her royal pharynx with ropes upon ropes of human gunk.
  290. >She accepts every load that you give her, audibly *gulp* *gulp* *gulping* it down with gusto.
  291. >Her snout snorts hot air around your pubic region, filling up *all* of her senses with that of her beloved Master.
  292. >It's only when you have *thoroughly* finished *rewarding* your slave do you let go of her horn, letting your hand lay limp at your side.
  293. >Your other hand still rests on Flurry's head as you give your "good girl" a few appreciative pets for a job *very* well done.
  294. "Phew…"
  295. >Your softened member falls out of Flurry's mouth; she gives it a few affectionate nuzzles and tender pecks, treating her Master's pride with the utmost care.
  296. >Raising your sights to the bed canopy above, you sigh in satisfaction.
  297. >Attentive, thoughtful, compliant…
  298. >Flurry is a real sweetheart once you get to know her—and enslave her mind with a forbidden collar.
  299. >But—ah, details.
  300. >What *truly* matters is where you go from here.
  301. >Does it involve taking Flurry as your lawfully wedded slave-wife and ruling the Crystal Empire as its king?
  302. >Perhaps.
  303. >Does it involve the swift deportation of all scaly client-stealing bastards from this hallowed city?
  304. >Maybe.
  305. >Does it involve a pair of pink hooves wrapping themselves around your neck?
  306. >No.
  307. >But also—
  308. >Oh.
  309. >"BOO!"
  310. "G-gah!"
  311. >"Gotcha! Hehe~!"
  312. >You aren't being strangled, at the very least—yet you feel uncomfortably constricted all the same.
  313. "Wh-who are…?"
  314. >"Whooo~?" A sweetly, feminine voice whispers into your ear.
  315. >With a soft giggle, she continues.
  316. >"I'll give you a hint—she's not only super smart and really friendly…"
  317. >You can hear the faint flapping of wingbeats coming from behind you.
  318. >"…but she's also the most adorable pony in all of Equestria~!"
  319. >A pair of hindlegs playfully kick against your back as your assailant awaits your answer.
  320. "C-cozy Glow?"
  321. >The voice behind you gasps.
  322. >"You got it! Nice work, Nonny!"
  323. >She slowly unlatches her forehooves from around your neck—a faint tingling sensation being the only indication that she had you in a chokehold to begin with.
  324. >After some shuffling sounds, the pink pegasus herself emerges from your blind spot and sits down next to your right side, letting her hindlegs hang off the side of the bed.
  325. >"So…"
  326. >Absent-mindedly kicking her hindlegs in the air, she flutters her eyelashes at you.
  327. >"…how ya been?"
  328.  
  329. "U-um, fine, I guess, I…"
  330. >You shake your head.
  331. "Wait. No—hold on. How did you get in here? The door should've been locked!"
  332. >To confirm your suspicions, you throw a glance towards the bedroom's entrance.
  333. >The door is indeed still shut; squinting your eyes, it looks like the lock is still affixed too.
  334. "Uh…"
  335. >Cozy draws your attention with a giggle.
  336. >"Oh, I have my ways~"
  337. >That doesn't answer your question at all.
  338. >Yet…you get the feeling that you won't receive a satisfactory answer no matter how much you press her on it.
  339. >"I can see you've tamed our pampered little princess."
  340. >Cozy smirks down at Flurry, who is *still* indulging herself right between your legs, huffing and nuzzling your recovering member back to rigidity.
  341. "Yes." You nod. "All thanks to your collar."
  342. >"Don't sell yourself short, Nonny! You were the one who put it on."
  343. >Cozy gently rests her forehoof on your shoulder.
  344. >"This is *our* victory."
  345. >Her cheery tones sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.
  346. >You want to hear more of it.
  347. >"So, did ya teach her any tricks?"
  348. "See for yourself."
  349. >You look down at Flurry.
  350. "Slave," you bark at her.
  351. >"Wh-wha—huh?"
  352. >She jumps up with a squeak, quickly noticing her friend.
  353. >"G-glowie? Wh-when did you get here?"
  354. "Don't you worry about that. What matters is that she's our esteemed guest, and you had better revere her with the same respect that you give me. Do I make myself clear?"
  355. >"Y-yes! Of course, Master!" She rapidly nods.
  356. >Turning to Cozy, she lightly bows her head.
  357. >"D-do you need anything, Glowie?"
  358. >Cozy hums in thought.
  359. >"Well…now that ya mention it…"
  360. >A sly grin creeps up on her face.
  361. >"Oh, I know! Why don't you show your Master and I just how *obedient* you can be…"
  362. >Leaning backwards, Cozy stretches her left hindleg out towards Flurry's face.
  363. >"…and lick my hoof clean~" she commands with a sly grin.
  364. >Flurry's eyes dart between you and Cozy once again.
  365. >With a gulp, she answers:
  366. >"O-okay."
  367. >You raise an eyebrow as you watch Flurry lean over your right knee, extending her neck towards Cozy's outstretched hoof.
  368. >When Flurry's lips touch Cozy's sole, she opens her mouth and slowly drags her tongue around the perimeter, dutifully cleaning it as ordered.
  369. >It's a sight to behold.
  370. >The same tongue that was worshipping your cock not long ago…
  371. >…is now lapping up Cozy's hoof in a desperate bid for your approval.
  372. >With flushed cheeks, Cozy lets out a breathy giggle upon seeing her best friend completely submit to her.
  373. >"Mmph~ such a…" Cozy pushes the flat of her hoof against Flurry's snout, slightly smushing it. "…such a *servile* little princess~"
  374. >She turns her head to gaze at you with lidded eyes.
  375. >"You've…hah…done a great job breaking her in, Nonny~"
  376. >She angles her hoof atop Flurry's snout, guiding the princess into licking her frog.
  377. >"I knew I made the right call…mmph…in having you test that collar."
  378.  
  379. "Test?"
  380. >Your brows furrow.
  381. "You mean there was a chance that it wouldn't have worked?"
  382. >Cozy regards you with a quirked eyebrow.
  383. >"Hm…"
  384. >And then she gives you a grin.
  385. >"…well, it *did* work—so all's well that ends well, right?"
  386. >But what would've happened to you if the collar had failed?
  387. >How was she able to get her hooves on it in the first place?
  388. >Just how *did* she get in this room?
  389. >There are still so many questions running through your mind.
  390. >So many answers that lie out of your reach.
  391. >And yet…
  392. >Cozy's voice soothes your concerns in a way that reasoning could not.
  393. "I…I suppose so…"
  394. >She giggles.
  395. >"Exactly. There's no need to sweat the small stuff, Nonny. Right now, we get to enjoy the fruits of our labours—together."
  396. >Cozy turns to face Flurry.
  397. >"Alright, that's enough of that."
  398. >Cozy moves her hoof away from Flurry's mouth, leaving a trail of alicorn saliva behind.
  399. >The trail is quickly broken as Cozy allows her hindleg to hang from the bed's edge once more.
  400. >Flurry's slightly dazed eyes drift to your face as she closes her mouth.
  401. >"A-am I a good slave, Master?"
  402. >Her pleading expression stirs something within your heart.
  403. >But the sight you have just witnessed—that of one attractive mare dominating another—stirs something else entirely.
  404. >You gently place your hand under Flurry's chin.
  405. "…You still require discipline."
  406. >You firmly guide her face back down to your rigid member.
  407. "Now tend to your Master, slave."
  408. >Seeing another chance to prove herself, Flurry hastily repositions herself by your cock.
  409. >"R-right away, Master!"
  410. >She begins her second blowjob of the hour, dutifully and delicately suckling your tip.
  411. >Resting a hand atop her hand, you let out a deep sigh.
  412. >Her technique is titillating—yet she's not the only mare who has roused your attention.
  413. >"Golly, you have such an imposing voice, 'Master.'"
  414. >Cozy leans into your side, grinning.
  415. >"I betcha you could send any mare *quivering* from your voice alone~"
  416. >You turn to look at her, your faces only inches apart.
  417. "And how's it working out for you?"
  418. >"Wouldn't *you* like to know?"
  419. "I would."
  420. >"Hm…"
  421. "And not just that."
  422. >"Oh?"
  423. "I like the way you call me Master."
  424. >"You do, do you?"
  425. "Mm, so maybe…"
  426. >"Maybe?"
  427. "Maybe I'll make you my slave."
  428. >She snorts hot mare air across your face.
  429. >You don't flinch; you merely flare out your own nostrils in response.
  430. >Staring deep into her scarlet eyes—you see unbridled possibilities.
  431. >You wonder what she sees in your eyes.
  432. >A friend? A lover? A master? A slave?
  433. >You'd happily play each and every part for her.
  434.  
  435. >Your faces draw ever closer, and the breath you both share heats up in its intimacy.
  436. >When your nose bumps up against her snout, you ponder just how much closer the two of you can still get…
  437. >Cozy's eyes suddenly narrow in confusion as she glances to the side—and then they promptly shoot open.
  438. >She swiftly pulls away from you, forehoof covering her quavering mouth.
  439. >"Snrrk, what is *that?*"
  440. >What could she—?
  441. >Oh.
  442. >That.
  443. "This…"
  444. >You rest a finger upon it.
  445. "…is a cork for my slave's horn; keeps her nice and safe."
  446. >"You put a *cork* on the horn of the Crown Princess?"
  447. >You nod.
  448. "Also saves me from being gutted whenever I wish to have my way."
  449. >She lowers her hoof, revealing a smirk.
  450. >"Gee, you sure are *devious,* Nonny."
  451. >She leans forward, fluttering her eyelashes.
  452. >"I like that in a stallion~"
  453. "You're not so bad yourself."
  454. >You lean forward to meet her.
  455. "And I happen to like that in a mare."
  456. >She titters.
  457. >"Sounds like we really are *made* for each other. Where have you been all my life~?"
  458. "Where have you been this past week? I've missed you."
  459. >"Jeepers, you have?"
  460. >Her half-lidded eyes flit up and down your body.
  461. >"Well, since you're so *worked up* over it—I guess I could give you some *relief.*"
  462. >She rests one forehoof on your chest.
  463. >"I've been *hard* at work, setting up *rock-solid* plans, *erecting* a future for…mmrgh…"
  464. >She suddenly lets out a mareish whicker—something you'd never expect to hear coming from her.
  465. >"Golly, I just can't *take* it any more!"
  466. >Without any further warning, you suddenly find yourself forced onto your back as Cozy shoves you.
  467. "Wh-whoa!"
  468. >You lie on the mattress, somewhat startled—yet completely unwilling to take your eyes off of Cozy as she saunters over and down your body.
  469. >With a sashay of her hips and a flick of her tail—she flashes you a *generous* view of her needy, winking pussy.
  470. >"Out of the way."
  471. >"E-eep!"
  472. >Casually and cruelly, Cozy shoves Flurry aside with a flick of her forehoof, forcing your slave away from her beloved Master's dick.
  473. >Cozy is quick to fill up the free space as she sits down on your lap, her back facing you and her forelegs resting at her sides.
  474. >Her hips line up with yours, while her quivering lips flatten your shuddering length against your body.
  475. >Forgoing penetration, she slowly slides her vulva up and down your rod, breathily humming to herself.
  476. "C-cozy…" you gasp out.
  477. >She casts you a grinning glance from over her shoulder.
  478. >"Mmph, I've gotta say, Nonny…"
  479. >She grinds her rump against your groin, titillating you further.
  480. >"…you make a pretty good throne~"
  481. >She slowly unfurls her wings—her glorious pink plumage taking up more and more of your vision.
  482. >"Fit for an empress~"
  483. >Fully flared out, the combination of Cozy's outstretched wings and upright back utterly dominate your sights.
  484. >There's simply no room for anything else.
  485. >Just her.
  486. >Your magnificent Empress.
  487.  
  488. "A-ah…"
  489. >You sigh, finding peace among the prurience.
  490. >With Cozy by your side—you wouldn't want for anything else.
  491. >Her soft giggles harmonise with your very being as she slides herself over your flattened meat and back towards you.
  492. >Freed from its celestial confines, your unworthy rod springs forth in between her toned thighs; it stands rigid and reverent, awaiting Her mercy.
  493. >"And this *royal sceptre!*" she gasps.
  494. >Bringing one of her sublimely soft forehooves down to her perfectly plump pussy, she lightly smushes your dick up against her velvety vulva.
  495. >"Ahn~"
  496. >Her moans reverberate through your loins, and her button bumps up against your head.
  497. >"I've heard that it breaks in *lesser* mares…"
  498. >She throws a glance at something in front of her.
  499. >"…and leaves as them nothing more than mewling slaves…"
  500. >Gracing you with her gaze once more, she slowly raises her hips.
  501. >"I think I'll claim it for myself~"
  502. >She positions herself just above your tip.
  503. >And in the gap between you and her, you can see…Flurry's face on the other side of your dick; she's looking up at Cozy.
  504. >"Whaddaya say, Nonny?" Cozy asks, bringing your attention back up to her. "How about we make this partnership of ours *official?*"
  505. >You desperately try to breathe out an answer in the midst of your throbbing euphoria—
  506. "I…I…ah…"
  507. >—but no words come out.
  508. >She titters, her magnificent mind having already deciphered your answer before you spoke it.
  509. >"I'll take that as a yes~"
  510. >With a sly grin, she slowly takes you in.
  511. >Her wingtips twitchingly curl in on themselves as you sink deeper into her ambrosial depths, encompassing you in her heavenly warmth.
  512. >And when you feel yourself bumping up against a fragile-feeling membrane—she promptly plunges your blade all the way up to the hilt.
  513. >"Tss—!"
  514. >Cozy hisses through her snarled teeth and shuts her eyes as she holds her position.
  515. >Several sensations surge through you all at once—grasping tightness, squelching heat, pierced purity.
  516. >Did…did you just take her…?
  517. "C-cozy!"
  518. >Rising up, you reach out your hand and rest it upon her withers, fingers brushing against bristled fur.
  519. "Cozy! Are you—"
  520. >Her eyes snap open.
  521. >"Quiet. I'm fine."
  522. >Reaching behind her, she shoves your hand aside with a huff.
  523. >"And keep your hands to yourself, Mister."
  524. >You feel your blood chill under her uncompromising scarlet glare.
  525. "I-I…sorry."
  526. >Her gaze lightens, and with a soft smile returning to her features, she gently tickles your chin with her bow-tied tail.
  527. >"Lie back and relax. Just let Cozy take care of everything~"
  528. "Ah…a-alright…"
  529. >Reluctantly, you follow her command and lay back down.
  530. >"Now there's a good boy…" She breathily titters.
  531. >Cozy's gaze drifts down to the spot where your bodies meet.
  532. >"Ugh, what a mess…" she grumbles to herself.
  533. >Her eyes narrow as she addresses Flurry.
  534. >"You. Clean this up."
  535. >"R-right away, Glowie."
  536.  
  537. >You let out a sharp gasp as a warm and wet organ laps up the part of your shaft that is still exposed to the open air.
  538. >It travels up your length, dutifully licking around the area where you're firmly wedged into Cozy's canal.
  539. >Finally, it journeys down to your nuts, cupping and squeezing them within a moist, muscular blanket.
  540. "Hah—!"
  541. >"Hm, you like that, Nonny~?" Cozy taunts you.
  542. >Mustering up whatever energy you can, you weakly nod at her.
  543. >She thoughtfully hums and playfully pats Flurry's head.
  544. >"Looks like you have a job to do, Flurry~"
  545. >"Nn…"
  546. >Flurry's dextrous tongue massages your balls while Cozy's tight tunnel clenches around your shaft.
  547. >It feels as if every inch of you is being peppered in pure pony pleasure.
  548. >"Oh, but it just wouldn't do for me to sit on my pretty rump forever, would it?" Cozy giggles.
  549. >Steadily pushing herself up with her forehooves, Cozy rises up your length; her wings gently flutter as she ascends—an angel in equine form.
  550. >Soon, only your head remains lodged inside her entrance; with a sly smile on her face, she wiggles her shapely rear at you, teasingly and tauntingly, daring to take your length out of her entirely—
  551. >It's only then that this devil of a pegasus slams her hips back down.
  552. >You grunt, she huffs; you huff, she grunts.
  553. >A devil she may be—but you are her sinner.
  554. >You plunge through her gates, pressing up against her inner garden and partaking of her fruit—
  555. >But this sweet seductress is not one to simply rest on her laurels.
  556. >She rises and falls, rises and falls; an angel in black and a devil in white—but divinity all the same.
  557. >Rocking her hips, she quickly settles into a raunchy rhythm; rising and falling along your length with loud and proud wingbeats.
  558. >Each heart-throbbing pump of your penis comes with a fervent flap of her feathers.
  559. >She flaps with such force that she threatens to take you up with her—ushering you up to those saccharine skies of absolute servitude.
  560. >You would welcome the opportunity.
  561. >Yet those skies remain just out of reach, as there is another force desperately trying to keep you grounded:
  562. >A licking, kissing, nuzzling, huffing force—centralised entirely around your lavished nuts.
  563. >Flurry lathers you in her love—her slavish devotion.
  564. >She churns up your most potent load yet—a load that you'll all-too-eagerly offer up to the winged Goddess bouncing on your rod.
  565. >Your frantic moans are sandwiched between Cozy's breathy hums and Flurry's quiet slurps.
  566. >The double dynamo of Master and slave soon overcomes your body, and you find yourself quickly ascending to a carnal peak.
  567. "C-cuh…"
  568. >You gather up whatever stringent sense of self that still remains as you struggle to find your voice.
  569. "C-cozy!" you manage to shout out.
  570. >"Mm? Yes?" she answers, not skipping a beat as she continues riding you.
  571. "I-I'm going to—"
  572. >"Hold it in."
  573.  
  574. >Her command shoots through you like divine lightning.
  575. >Yet…you can't! You're already past your breaking point!
  576. >You throb and twitch and throb and thrum and *throb.*
  577. "A-ah…I-I'm…"
  578. >Your whimpered apology comes out half-cocked.
  579. >But as you jut your hips up into Cozy's divine depths, burying yourself as deep as you can go, you…
  580. >…
  581. >You continue throbbing.
  582. "H-hah…"
  583. >Your nuts clench; your length pulses—
  584. >Yet your climax never comes.
  585. >You remain on the precipice, teetering on the edge—
  586. >Aching for release.
  587. "W-why…?"
  588. >"Because you're a good boy, Nonny."
  589. >Cozy's voice rings out in your mind.
  590. >"And good boys…mmph…don't finish before their mares do~"
  591. >A shaky sigh escapes your clenched teeth.
  592. >Her singsong words both praise and punish you.
  593. >The pressure roiling in your loins only continues to build, turning what was once a pleasurable paradise into a punitive purgatory.
  594. >Your thighs jitter and wobble, uncomfortably rocking under the force of Cozy's unrestrained pleasure and your own aching denial.
  595. >Your stones swell and sag, weighed down by the ever-increasing volume of virile swimmers rushing around.
  596. >And your penis pulses and palpitates inside the cozily cruel confines of your Empress, pleading for release—
  597. >Yet your climax never comes.
  598. >Grasping the bedsheets around you with a white-knuckle grip, your vision blurs as you struggle to hold on, mind breaking apart in this torturous limbo.
  599. >The painfully pleasant sensation of Cozy's soft hips slapping against yours is the only indication that you still persist in this mortal realm.
  600. >You're not sure how long you lay in this hazy void, teetering on the edge of insanity.
  601. >But eventually, something else comes through—
  602. >"Nooonnyyy~"
  603. >Her words wash over you—tenderly trenchant.
  604. >"You wanna cum, don'tcha?"
  605. "Mng…mrgh…"
  606. >Your words don't come out, but you manage to weakly nod your head.
  607. >Her giggles send tremors throughout your body.
  608. >"Well, since you've been so *well-behaved* recently…"
  609. >You feel the familiar silken touch of her tail as it tickles your nose; it smells like cinnamon.
  610. >"Maybe I'll let you~"
  611. >Spurred by the allure of sweet release, you stare up into her scarlet eyes.
  612. "R-really?"
  613. >"Mm-hmm! All I need is one little thing from you—one eensy teensy little thing!"
  614. "O-one…one thing?"
  615. >"Yup!"
  616. "Wh-what is it…?"
  617. >Her gaze sharpens.
  618. >"Pledge yourself to me. Pledge your *everything* to me."
  619. "A-ah…"
  620. >Her tone is steely, penetrating, dominating.
  621. >Yet the question isn't a matter of yes or no—
  622. >It's how fast you can answer her.
  623. "I-I'm yours, Cozy! I'm all yours!"
  624. >The entire world stops once the words leave your lips.
  625. >She flashes you a grin—a wide, toothy grin.
  626. >"That's right."
  627. >Her wings flare out to their apex as she slowly rises once more, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.
  628. >"You're mine."
  629. >And, with a triumphant snort, she drops down—lips kissing base.
  630. >"And don't you forget it."
  631.  
  632. >Her tunnel tightens and ripples, damn-near strangling your throbbing member.
  633. >She floods you with her eminence, marking you as hers.
  634. >Her sweltering spicy heat spurs you ever onwards, bringing you even further to the edge—
  635. >Yet your climax never comes.
  636. >She cums at her leisure, while you're still waiting on her word.
  637. >With hot and heavy breaths, her hips shudder against yours as she grapples with the liberating feeling of her own maregasm.
  638. >Your own breaths are laborious and shaky, feeling suffocated under your own burning sensitivity.
  639. >Throughout it all—her keen eyes stay on yours as she gleefully indulges in your restrained reaction.
  640. >Countless seconds pass; the metronome of your own painfully throbbing member being the only indicator that time is still passing.
  641. >Between each throb, you can feel her grip on you steadily loosening.
  642. >You see her slowly rise—an angel about to issue you her divine verdict.
  643. >And it's only when she's halfway up your length does she give you that one, singular, pertinent command:
  644. >"Cum."
  645. >A shrill gasp escapes your body as you feel the floodgates open.
  646. >Curving your spine, you spear your hips upwards and *furiously* unload—your backed-up cannon having finally found glorious release.
  647. >You cum and nut and shoot and blast and *explode*—
  648. >Into the open air.
  649. >In your new-found orgasmic fervour, you had failed to notice Cozy take herself off you completely.
  650. >Hovering high above you, she intently watches your thick jets of jizz arc in the air in front of her.
  651. >"G-golly, th-that's a lot…nnf…"
  652. >Biting her lip, Cozy thrusts her hips outward, adding her own lingering squirts to the mix.
  653. >Your fluids mix together in the air, forming a parabolic arc of perverse pleasure.
  654. >You fire off for what feels like several minutes; you don't know how long your cum fountain lasts—you don't care, either.
  655. >All that matters is that your balls are finally empty after an eternity of edging.
  656. >Freed from your heavenly trial, you take a deep sigh; in your respite, you see Cozy slowly descend onto the bed next to you.
  657. >Your reverent gaze naturally follows her movements—yet there's something that catches your attention from the corner of your eye:
  658. >It's Flurry, still sitting by the bed side, wide-eyed and mouth agape—
  659. >Face absolutely plastered in both marejuice and mancum.
  660.  
  661. "A-ah."
  662. >Her stare is vacant—just like it was when you had first collared her.
  663. >She may be your slave…
  664. >But still—you feel as if you should say something to her.
  665. >You open your mouth to say that something—
  666. >"Nooonnyyy~"
  667. >—only for a pair of forehooves to direct your gaze to the side.
  668. >You make eye contact with a smirking Cozy, who now sits on her haunches, facing you.
  669. >"Hey, hey—come this way! I've got something for you~!"
  670. >With honeyed words and hidden strength, she basically drags you over to the other side of the bed; you are powerless to resist her pull in more ways than one.
  671. >Sitting up on the side opposite Flurry, you watch Cozy hop off the bed and make her over to a nearby drawer; there are a couple of floral-patterned saddlebags lying against it.
  672. >Lowering the front half of her body, she begins rifling through one of the bags—
  673. >"Hm hm hm~"
  674. >—tantalisingly wiggling her firm rump in your direction as she does.
  675. >Her inner thighs are still slick with her own fluids—but not yours.
  676. >God. What you wouldn't have given to bust *inside* of her.
  677. >Why did she pull away at the last second?
  678. >O, cruellest of Empresses…
  679. >"Oh, here it is!"
  680. >After picking something up in her mouth, she flutters back over to you and deposits that something on your lap.
  681. >It's a black strap, studded with red gemstones—
  682. >Another collar.
  683. >Cozy hovers at eye level, thoroughly examining your furrowed expression.
  684. >"Can ya guess who *this* is for?"
  685. >You briefly open your mouth—before closing it with a nod.
  686. "…Luster Dawn."
  687. >"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!" She cheerfully nods several times.
  688. >You pick up the collar and stare at it.
  689. >So…the time has finally come.
  690. >Your chance to get revenge on the other mare who heckled you that day.
  691. >You should be happy, but…
  692. >There's a lot that could go wrong.
  693. >And if it does—if you end up at her mercy once more…
  694. >"You nervous, Nonny?"
  695. "A-ah."
  696. >You look to see a half-bemused, half-amused Cozy.
  697. >It wouldn't do to show weakness in front of your Empress.
  698. "No." You lightly shake your head.
  699. >Perhaps she saw the way your pupils wavered—or perhaps she just read your mind.
  700. >In any case, she flutters closer to you, gently resting her forehooves upon your shoulders.
  701. >"You're gonna have to bring your A-game for that mare."
  702. >Her expression softens, and she brings her face mere inches away from yours, her scarlet pools capturing your sights.
  703. >"So…if you ever need a boost of confidence, just think of me, okay?"
  704. >Ivory freckles adorn her pink cheeks—white lilies in a field of oleanders.
  705. >"Think of me—"
  706. >Her gentle tone drops to a gentler whisper.
  707. >"—and *us.*"
  708.  
  709. "Us?" you whisper back.
  710. >"Mm-hmm."
  711. >She calmly exhales through her nostrils, the faint scent of her sweet mare breath washing over you.
  712. >"Us—and *our* future together…"
  713. >Her eyes lid;
  714. >Her forelegs hook around the back of your neck;
  715. >Her bent hindlegs balance atop your thighs;
  716. >And her face draws ever closer—her soft, supple lips daring to brush up against your chafed, slightly puckered ones.
  717. >Your breaths hitch.
  718. >Almost…
  719. >…
  720. >But she pulls away at the last second.
  721. >"So! I better get going!" She beams at you.
  722. "H-hah…right…"
  723. >Hopping off your lap, she trots over to her saddlebags and slings them over her back.
  724. >Then, she flutters up to the nearby windowsill and sits down on it, turning back to you.
  725. >"Have Flurry set up a meeting between you and Luster. I recommend giving her a massage that will *blow* her mind."
  726. >With a giggle, she pushes open the window behind her.
  727. >"Good luck, Nonny!"
  728. >She flies through the opening—
  729. >—only to pop her head back in and give you one parting smile.
  730. >"And see you soon~"
  731. >With a wink and wave, she leaves, shutting the window behind her.
  732. >You stare at the void left in her absence; kissless—and now Cozyless.
  733. >One errant thought enters your mind:
  734. >You're pretty sure that window was supposed to be locked, just like the bedroom door.
  735. >…
  736. >No. You know better than to question your Empress.
  737. >You pick up the collar lying on your lap.
  738. >It weighs heavy upon you, so heavy that you can feel the very mattress you sit on sink down under its immense burden.
  739. >The bed creaks around you as you grapple with your thoughts.
  740. >Such as how you'll convince Luster to drop her guard around you;
  741. >How perfectly groomed Cozy's fur feels whenever your fingers glide across it;
  742. >How you'll completely break Luster to your will when you collar her;
  743. >How utterly resplendent Cozy's voice sounds whenever it graces your eardrums;
  744. >The soft pink hooves resting against your shoulders—
  745. "A-ah—!"
  746. >You nearly jump out of your skin as you gasp out in surprise.
  747. >The alicorn at your six does not jump with you; instead, she tenderly circles your shoulder blades with her forehooves.
  748. >"Master…" she breathily sighs.
  749. "F-flurry—"
  750. >You hastily clear your throat.
  751. "I-I mean, er, slave."
  752. >You can feel Flurry exhale against your nape as she continues her shoulder rub.
  753. >"You're so tense, Master…"
  754. >She lightly nuzzles your right ear.
  755. >"Please let Me help you," she whispers, her horn emitting a low hum.
  756. >Her words are soft and subservient, yet her tone has a certain "edge" to it that you can't quite place.
  757. >It carries no venom, but it steadily coils around your being, grasping at you from every angle—
  758. "Nn—!"
  759. >—and one of those angles happens to be from below.
  760.  
  761. >Looking down, you see—and feel—a warm buttery glow encompassing your pride; it's her magic.
  762. >The spell seeps into your spear, rousing your attention in more ways than one.
  763. >As your mind unfogs, you realise something:
  764. >Your slave is acting out of line—magically manhandling you without your express permission.
  765. "Enough."
  766. >Springing to action, you spin around to glare at your unruly princess.
  767. "Slave, you…"
  768. >Sitting on the bed, she stares back, attentive blue eyes combined with parted lips.
  769. >Her face is dry, having cleaned herself off from earlier affairs.
  770. >And, most strikingly of all: is her horn—
  771. >It stands proud and…pointy.
  772. >You narrow your eyes.
  773. "…you removed the cork on your horn."
  774. >She flinches, ears folding all the way down.
  775. >"I-I did…"
  776. >Despite wavering under your scrutiny, she takes a deep gulp and continues.
  777. >"I took the cork off, Master. The one you put on me—I removed it."
  778. >She repeats her insubordination like a point of pride.
  779. >The fact that she would carry out such a *brazen* act of bellicosity—and display her defiance so openly…it…
  780. >It grates you—rattles you to your very core.
  781. >Your *throbbing* core.
  782. >"Eep!"
  783. >Before you know it—you have her pinned underneath you on the bed, both hands *firmly* grasping the sheets that lie on either side of her head.
  784. >You peer deep into those quavering blue pools, your faces a hair's breadth away.
  785. >Her breaths are heavy, and her quivering lips desperately await your own.
  786. >You will be denied no longer.
  787. >In the very next instant, you furiously capture her lips, quickly laying siege to her mouth with your writhing organ; you lick at her roof, taste her inner cheeks, and tackle down her tongue.
  788. >"Mmf~"
  789. >Her tongue may dwarf yours, but you dominate it nonetheless, taking her indulgent moans as your spoils.
  790. >As you swap saliva, you can feel her coil around you, both spiritually and physically; her forelegs snake around your back, her hindlegs intertwine with your legs—and her wings envelop your very being.
  791. >She cocoons you in a world only meant for you and her—a world where the devoted slave can tend to her beloved Master for all eternity.
  792.  
  793. >You slowly pull away from her, prompting her tongue to lunge out of her mouth to entreat you for a sloppy encore; anticipating this, you capture her errant organ with your lips, mercilessly suckling it as punishment.
  794. >Her eyes roll over and her nostrils wildly flare in and out as you playfully tickle her sensitive tongue with yours, lapping around the apex.
  795. >Lost in unrestrained passion, her body undulates and writhes against yours, soft fur caressing bare skin.
  796. >Eventually, wholly satisfied with your sloppy sanction, you release your hold on her tongue, letting her thoroughly lapped organ retreat back into the wet confines of her own mouth.
  797. >Through shaky, saliva-laden breaths, she gazes at you with pure, unfiltered adoration in her eyes; it's so pure that you find yourself wondering just much of it comes as a result of the collar's control—and how much of it is the honest affection of a lovestruck princess.
  798. >Looking at her now, you'd wager that even if her mind was somehow freed from the collar's influence—the indelible mark you've left on her maidenly heart would still render her as utterly *yours.*
  799. >"Oh, Master… *My* Master…"
  800. >She breathes out the word "my," her sweetly scented obsession wafting into your nostrils.
  801. >"Please punish your slave… She *needs* it…"
  802. >She desperately grinds her hips against your own, yearning to take in your "punishment."
  803. "My, aren't you a *greedy* slave."
  804. >And a surprisingly crafty one, too.
  805. >It's clear now that her earlier act of disobedience wasn't done to challenge your authority or anything of the sort.
  806. >She simply wished to incite the undivided attention of her beloved Master—to have you take her deeply and repeatedly.
  807. >And now that you're tightly wrapped up her fluffy wings with nowhere to go—she has you right where she wants you.
  808. >…Still, you are her Master; if you truly wished it so, then you need only give the command—and her passionate inferno would be reduced to mere embers.
  809. >And then you could give her a *proper* punishment deserving of her unruly behaviour—one of contrite chastity.
  810. >…
  811. >You could.
  812. >But you are *really* fucking horny.
  813. >You *both* need this.
  814. >Your diamond-hard rod currently pokes at her navel; it leaks enough pre that you wouldn't be surprised if you've knocked up her bellybutton.
  815. >With a slight lowering of your hips—you quickly spear her flower; the two of you grunt and moan into one another's mouths as you furiously lay claim to her.
  816. >Her tunnel tightly clings to you, never again wishing to let go, having completely accepted you as her eternal lover, her exotic prince—her beloved Master.
  817. >No more words are needed between you—no more commands need to be uttered from your lips.
  818. >The only sounds that fill the Crown Princess's bedroom are primally visceral ones: those of a man claiming his mare—wet slaps and throaty screams.
  819. >Thank God for soundproofing.
  820.  
  821. *** END ***
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  830.  
  831. *** HONEST THOUGHTS ***
  832.  
  833. I like the tension between Anon and Cozy here. The brief hooflicking interaction is good stuff, and I think the cuckquean scene is pretty damn hot—especially when both Anon and Cozy's sexual fluids land right on top of Flurry's gormless face.
  834.  
  835. That said, I ended up scrapping this chapter for a reason. But before we get into that, let's go over my original vision for this story, starting with the main mares.
  836.  
  837. Flurry Heart was initially planned to be an easily brainwashed bimbo who would've only been good for her bombshell body and royal pedigree. She'd be loyal to her Master, yes, but the absolute lack of anything important going on in her head would also make her seem fully expendable in Anon's eyes. Thus, she'd never amount to anything more than a lowly slave, and Anon would soon sideline her in favour of his next conquest.
  838. (From reading this chapter, you could probably tell that I was already starting to drift away from this concept.)
  839.  
  840. Luster Dawn was initially planned to be the "main mare" of this story—and the trusty Head Slave of Anon's harem. This would've been because the mind-control collar would malfunction on her, leaving her far less brainwashed than she should've been.
  841. Still, she loved this human, and during the collaring process (there would be a brief struggle between the two as they each vied for control over the other), Anon and Luster would've eventually come to an accord; if she willingly accepted his Masterly dominion and became his obedient slave, then she'd earn her rightful place by his side as he conquered Equestria for his own sake.
  842. Naturally, Luster would agree to these terms. And once she formally became his mare, she would beg Anon for a chance to prove her sincere loyalty to his case. From there, the two of them would've worked to enslave Cozy together.
  843.  
  844. Cozy Glow was still planned to be the "final boss" of this green: a mare who sought to manipulate Anon for her own ends and later enslave him once he fulfilled his purpose.
  845. However, thanks to Luster's dilligent detective work, Cozy's true intent would've been brought to light before the pegasus could betray her partner; after that, Anon and Luster would've turned the tables on Cozy together, thoroughly humiliating the ex-villain and utterly mindbreaking her into a dumb, happy slave. (Think Pink Haze's Chapter 34 but if Luster had actually succeeded.)
  846.  
  847. Onto the chapters, I had two more planned after this.
  848.  
  849. Chapter 5 would've focused on Luster Dawn's enslavement. Much like the previous chapter, it would've taken place in the Crystal Castle, as Anon would've established an in-house massage parlour there thanks to Flurry's express approval. Flurry herself would be on-hand to assist Anon with breaking in Luster.
  850.  
  851. Chapter 6 would've focused on Cozy Glow's enslavement. During the events of Chapter 5, Luster would realise that Anon is under Cozy's control, and so she would've pledged to free him from the collar's influence once she became his mare.
  852. I also had plans for a "Bad End" scenario where Anon would've chosen not trust Luster's intuition—thus resulting in Cozy's complete and total victory. (Basically, imagine Chapter 32 of the main fic.)
  853.  
  854. Even though I had this Chapter 4 fully written and ready to go, I found myself reconsidering the direction that this story was heading. For starters, I was unsatisfied with Flurry's current meagre role within the fic. This mare had a lot more potential than I initially gave her credit for, and I wanted to give her a greater presence within the green at large.
  855. I also felt like I had written myself into a corner. Sure, I got to write a scene where Cozy cuckqueaned Flurry right to her face, but in the process—I felt like I had Cozy show her true nature *far* too quickly, ruining the impact of her treacherous reveal.
  856. Speaking of hasty pacing, I also didn't like how Anon relocated to the Crystal Castle straight after Chapter 3—sure, there was a timeskip, but it just didn't make sense to me logistically. Dude went from rags to riches pretty much instantly.
  857.  
  858. Additionally, I was struggling to integrate Luster Dawn into the fic; with Anon now living in the Crystal Castle, Luster would have to be somehow convinced to walk straight into the human's new fancy schmancy massage parlour and let him run his hands all over her, no questions asked. Again, it just didn't make sense to me.
  859. Honestly, at this point, it would've been *way* easier to just cut Luster from the story entirely; that way, I could've had the plot simply centre around Anon attempting to break free of Cozy's collared control with the aid of his royal slave. With only two mares to focus on, the fic's pace would've flowed a lot better this way.
  860. But…I really wanted to write a green that featured all *three* of these mares, you know?
  861. In any case, I found myself hitting upon a weeklong writer's block as I tried to figure what to do—and at one point, I even considered scrapping the story completely, adding it to the ever-growing pile of failed ideas.
  862. (You guys have no idea how close I was to just making a public paste containing unlisted links to my three scrapped stories and going: "yep, these pink mares have fucking ruined me.")
  863.  
  864. …
  865.  
  866. But eventually, I came across a epiphany; rather than trying to cram this harem plot into six chapters, I would instead try to flesh out the characters and make their motivations more believable (in my eyes, at least.)
  867.  
  868. Anon would learn to love his slaves instead of simply seeking to control them, adding a more romantic aspect to the green. (To be honest, I just love man-on-mare romance, so I wanted to find some way to include it. After all, if I'm gonna write a story this long, making it about stuff that I like is a good motivator.)
  869.  
  870. Flurry would be given a lot more time to bond with her Master over the course of the fic, thus granting her ample room to grow as a character and graduate from her original status of "useless bratty bimbo."
  871. (She would become a "loyally airheaded yandere," instead, which I think is a good compromise. Plus, this allowed me to introduce additional plotlines regarding this princess, like her steady transformation into a Changeling Queen—and her dreamy ritual to eternally bond her heart together with her Master's.)
  872.  
  873. Luster would be given a more realistic motivation to let herself be massaged by Anon. For starters, I would keep Anon living in his humble abode for most of the fic; this way, Luster's decision to revisit Anon's parlour would feel a lot more natural.
  874. (It was a lot hotter, too. By having Luster herself dictate the day of her next reappearance back in Pink Haze's Chapter 8, I was able to give this dominant mare partial control over the order of this fic's events. And once Chapter 12 rolled around, I was able to write a sequence of events where Luster basically waltzed straight into Anon's private sanctum, totally asserted control over his mind and body, and proudly declared herself his live-in marewife who was going to utterly dominate his life from now on. It was such a violating scenario to write about—which is exactly what made it so fucking sexy.)
  875. (All in all, I think I did a good job of integrating Luster into the actual story alongside her fellow mares.)
  876.  
  877. Cozy would hold her cards closer to her chest, and would be rewarded with an overall happier ending for her patience.
  878. (Other than making her act with more subtlety, Cozy changed the least out of the three heroines—this mare is pretty much perfect as is.)
  879.  
  880. Of course, expanding the story like this ended up giving it a way higher word count and thus made it take far longer to write. I was okay with this, though, as I hoped that giving all three of these mares the respect and attention they deserve would've given this green a more satisfying conclusion.
  881. So, what do you think? Did you like how Pink Haze turned out, or would you have preferred the original vision?
  882. Don't worry, I'm not expecting any kind of answer from a silent pair of eyes on a screen. But for my part, I think it was a good call to take this new direction for Pink Haze, as it allowed me to explore a bunch of ideas that I've never seen written before. Also, I like to think the whole thing helped me grow as a writer.
  883.  
  884. Still, it's kinda funny to think that my epiphany of changing the fic's overall direction came after I wrote Flurry Heart getting cucked. On a more meta level, it's almost like Flurry herself was so incensed over this chapter that she escaped into reality and held me at gunpoint so that I would be forced to write a version of the story where she would always be the number-one mare in Anon's heart.
  885. Of course, such a concept would be completely ludicrous. Princess Flurry Heart is a fictional character, after all, so there's no way she could ever do that.

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