Empress Segment is clearly pleased by this function. It is evident in how she spends a moment shifting her plates upon her body to better assert her posture lazily curled around Amity, shifting outright to rest on her titanic left side rather then maintain any seated mannerism, which also allows her to curl up like a curving spiral around Amity but leaves the unicorn's head popping up like a flower in a forest grass. Segment also tries the function again this time by pressing her mich larger head to Amity's chest, nipping there so gently it barely touches the fur.
Trapped in Equestria 3.0 {The REAL Rp}
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Empress Segment is clearly pleased by this function. It is evident in how she spends a moment shifting her plates upon her body to better assert her posture lazily curled around Amity, shifting outright to rest on her titanic left side rather then maintain any seated mannerism, which also allows her to curl up like a curving spiral around Amity but leaves the unicorn's head popping up like a flower in a forest grass. Segment also tries the function again this time by pressing her mich larger head to Amity's chest, nipping there so gently it barely touches the fur.
Amity coos quite reliably, furthermore Amity shudders and presses into the Empress encircling her, all to pleased to be so completely kept and held. Each brushing nip causes deeper coos as the Princess can feel herself radiating love like a fire on the tundra does heat.
Her purple-ringed cobalt eyes widen as she realizes her owner is nipping at her bare chest fur, somehow having removed 4 layers of clothing and leaving the Princess in only her stockings, corset and panties, the elaborate braiding of her mane standing out quite starkly with how bare Amity now is as if to advertise that she has been disrobed. Tying a cherry stem with ones tongue be damned, removing an overcoat, jacket, vest, and blouse with ones belly is the real magic trick.
Though being as there is much more body-to-body contact now Amity can do nothing but the deepest opposite of complain, her face flushing deeply and rapidly as she attempts to sink into the hold, eyes dewy with affection and bashfullness.
"I see someone just now noticed their owner's little sleight of hoof," the Empress' voice rumbles right against Amity's chest fur where that large head with its lance of a jagged horn resides; the tip is glowing ominously as it gathers shreds of that love passively yet it is clearly safe for being this close, almost like a form of petting Amity's mind in some odd changeling-radio-way. "Your Empress approves of the coat choice, Amity. Your stockings are also vey pleasing to the eye, make sure to not remove them except for cleaning unless you have another pair to wear right beside you. You never know what or who could see you..." Segment leers at Amity openly, even letting her long tongue reach out to trace some faint lines she imagines seeing in all that covering wear Amity still has covering that delicious form. Her eyes in particular let the small unicorn see the domineering mind's unflinching desire to keep her trophy right here.
"I-I won't, my Empress~!" Amity reports, rubbing her stocking clad rear limbs together reflexively as well as instinctively attempted to shield her increasing enticement with her flanks, which happen to display further Amity's belonging to the Empress in the shade of the hearts in her Cutie Mark.
The hints are not lost on Amity, in fact they are like brambles on a vine wrapped around her heart, each dripping sweet poison into her veins as the Princess' mind is flooded with thoughts of everypony seeing her like this, so many hungry eyes feasting on her helpless form as she is held and teased by her beloved Segment. Despite this not being an all together unheard of occurrence it still has Amity's heart racing and face burning. And the way Segment is so calm only drives the spikes in deeper, reminding the Unicorn just why she is so in love with the massive being toying with her currently.
Empress Segment only leans a little further on Amity, now squishing the small unicorn into the large empress changeling's body, especially onto the thorax that welcomes the soft fur against it, purring faintly all the while on Changeling Radio while her eyes rivet onto Amity's unflinching--- right until there is a very loud knock on the doors, prompting the empress to turn her gaze there...then upon the trapped pet held so exposed and yet displayed so openly....then onto the doors again as Segment's smirk grows...then onto the trapped Amity whom Segment shuffles forth just a little for better illumination on that collection of revealing garments...then onto the doors again without breaking eye contact. Then Segment glances her eyes, alternating between Amity and the doors, her smirk growing with each set of alternating choices.
As by invitation, a solid Gold chariot larger than most train cars arrives, pulled through the air by Praetorians that looked to be made of slowly flowing fluid Gold with distinctive black veins. The exterior of the chariot, as well as the yokes and wheels are encrusted in many small jewels that have a specific half-oval shape and are themselves coated in miniature diamonds like coarse sugar over gel candies.
Releases themselves from their places at the yokes the Praetorians head to the large double doors that could easily let conjoined sextuplet Minotaurs pass through shoulder-to-shoulder-to-shoulder-to-shoulder...
Stepping out of the massive opening is an electric yellow Earth Pony filly framed by two massive mane drills in the front and an even larger drill made of her tail in the back. Her crimson eyes sit beneath an elaborate yellow crown framed in fluffy white fur and black accents, a cape twice as big as needed matches this crown and drapes over the filly like she were peeking out of bed.
Scanning her surroundings she announces in an immature yet booming voice that sounds no more strained than if she were speaking casually yet fills the room better than any loud speakers could "Queen Benevolence Paramount Beautification Nonpareil Royale the First has arrived." The diminutive progenitor declares cheerfully as she hops down the stairs of her chariot with an odd grace given a filly skipping down stairs is not exactly dignified by nature.
Knife smiles and quickly works out from under the lovely mare. She slowly strips out of her uniform and stands in only her black corset with deep purple accents and lace, a pair of soft panties and garter belt to match. Her legs covered in sheer black stockings. "I do hope this is to M'lady's liking." The hound bows a little before waiting to be invited back into bed.
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Amity lets out a meek whimper as her fate becomes more and more apparent, the look of satisfaction on her Owner's face, the knocking at the door, her helpless and trapped state, not to mention Segment shifting to show off Amity's skimpy panties as well as the stocking and corset she is clad in. Amity knows full well she is a trophy about to be displayed for all to see, and that Amity herself is going to enjoy it, something Segment will literally be able to taste and drink in, there is no hiding for the Princess and the fact a part of her likes this so much is a bit scary.
The elemental mare sees the newly arrived filly sized, golden changeling queen and decides that she recovered enough to get back up from the hold of the red queen. She wriggles her way out of Queen Fibra's hooves and fills the empty spot with a flame-plushie that keeps her warm.
The tiny mare then trots over to the tiny queen and greets her with a big smile: "Hey there! I'm Chroma! I'm your granddaughter-in-law. I'm happy to meet you! If you need anything, do tell. We have hollow hearts filled with love for our changelings here, but if you'd like something else, we can probably get that as well."
Segment is visibly savoring this moment. She does not even hide it as she smirks at Amity, even leaning in to breathe right across Aity's vulnerable throat as she purrs almost quietly in the silence of the throne room: "Once I give the order the entire procession of the bakery I ordered my cakes from will march through those doors," her voice assures Amity with no room for doubt in its steel grip. She even reveals her fangs in a mockery of a smile. "I could even order them to stand there without a peep while I keep you here in front of them, standing with your glory on full display and all you could do is feel their eyes on you every second of this until I dismiss them..." As an end to her little hissed promise Segment chuckles as if amused by the absurd nature of the idea of relenting from showing off Amity.
Lady Loaranna rolls lazily onto 'her' side wherefrom 'she' gazes at Knife enjoying seeing all those beautiful garments upon 'her' husband before 'her' long forehoof on the left side reaches out, beckoning for Knife to draw near; its motions are imitated by the lady's mane which first reaches towards the hound, then sweeps back in a grand swish before curling up in a spiral imitating two creatures in an embrace. 'Oh beloved~. Won't you please join your lady upon our lovenest?' Loaranna calls softly, her eyes pleading with her mouth. 'It is so spacious and I but a lone mare.'
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"Yes, Dearest wife of mine~" She slides into bed, still wearing the little head piece to her maid uniform and her eyepatch as well. "It's rather rude to leave such a beautiful female alone in such a spacious bed." The hound scoots up behind Loaranna and presses her chest into the lovely mare's back.
"Benevolence gladly accepts your hospitality, and also sees that her reputation precedes her... Gladfully in a positive manner this time. Well met, Chroma." The tiny Queen cordially states.
Being held in what is essentially, amongst many other, and far more lovely of implications, a living polygraph machine, Segment would easily be able to tell by her Pet's racing pulse, quickened breathing, and rising body temperature that the Unicorn is helpless but to fantasize such a scenario as soon as it is mentioned, no matter how she tries to chase the idea from her mind.
Segment's demeanor only bewitches Amity further, as such an attitude easily cuts to the Princess' core with its decisive and commanding nature, not to miss the sensuality and flair for theatrics. Its truly as if Segment had launched attacks on all of Amity's weak points at once. And despite a few mewls and fruitless struggles its quite obvious the invasion is well received by the one invaded.
The tiny elemental mare looks for a nice spot close, but not too close to the fire and creates a tiny table made of white marble with golden lining in the shape of a spiral on its top and two tiny, but comfortable marble stones that are shaped to easily let a small pony like them sit or lie on it comfortably while a spell makes it soft.
"All set." the mare says happily and then asks the tiny queen: "Would you like some tea? If so, what kind of tea would you prefer?"
"All set." the mare says happily and then asks the tiny queen: "Would you like some tea? If so, what kind of tea would you prefer?"
"Something that goes well with cinnamon, if possible." Benevolence responds. "Benevolence has always enjoyed spiced teas that burn the palette, as odd as that might seem given her reputation and sense of decor." The yellow Queen giggles.
Chroma decides to go with a cherry cinnamon tea and some nice chocolate cookies, serving the cookies on plates that are also gold-lined and the tea in a fitting can and fitting cups.
"Do you want anything in your tea? Sugar? Honey? Milk?" the elemental mare asks the queen.
"Do you want anything in your tea? Sugar? Honey? Milk?" the elemental mare asks the queen.
"No no no, little pet mine," growls the Empress as she presses her lips onto Amity's neck and kisses there possessively, leaving a dark purple lipstick mark inside which there lingers a lighter purple hickey mark and in the core of which lie a pair of puncture dots left behind by fangs. "I want you to tell me how you look forward to being on display like a trophy befitting the Grand Empress of The Equesradan Empire. I want to hear your voice loud in the throne room. And if the waiters all the way by the door do not hear your words I you will repeat them louder until they do."
Lady Loaranna whinnies softly as 'she' feels those arms around 'her', letting 'her'self first wriggle in place flailing faintly hither, tither and then roundabout as the lady settles in, visibly enjoying this cuddle.
Amity lets out a sharp, dragging moan as her Owner sinks her fangs into the Princess' tender neck, small tears even forming in the corner of her eyes as her body burns with pleasure. "I-I want it!" Amity declares in a shaky moan. "I want to be shown off by my all powerful Owner! Like the good little Pet Trophy I am!" The white Unicorn pants, feeling herself giving in to desire and the sweet call of Segment's teasings. "Please show me off more! I want everypony to see me marked and kept like a good sub should be!" Amity begs as loudly as she can.
Jacknife visibly enjoys the cuddle by rubbing her paws across Loaranna's stomach, letting her claws give gently scritches into the pale fur. The hound not so visibly enjoys the closeness as well as something familiar brushes it's warmth against her wife's flanks.
"Milk would be lovely." Benevolence informs cordially, sitting at the table twiddling her hooves somewhat awkwardly.
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The ‘mare’ hums warmly, craning ‘her’ neck just minutely enough that ’she’ can stretch ‘her’ elongated neck forward turning a single left eye to gaze on ‘her’ handsome hellhound of a husband…and just as ‘her’ eye turns to look Knife n the eyes after beholding him in that smoking lidded look, something like a warm breeze brushes in a caress alog the shape of that pressing object.
Amity clenches her dewy eyes, face growing redder and hotter by the second with embarrassment as well as clawing desire for much more such treatment. "Your helpless Pet wants to be kissed, bitten, marked all over by the Empress who owns her so all might see just that: than I am your property, your possession to show off for all to see at your every desire! An-And... Your Pet loves so very much to be shown off like a treasure worth flaunting by her Owner! Your Pet never feels more valuable or important than moments like this!" Amity pleads, voice growing in volume by the moment in relation to her rising heat all throughout her body.
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The hound's toes curl a bit and she shivers a little. "Mmmmm~" Knife smiles, rubbing into the hug and softly nuzzling her wife. "Now isn't that a nice sensation. And all from a simple snuggle. Thank you, M'lady. You're too kind~"
The Empress is clearly pleased by this as she can hear the entire throne room echoing by now and so she nods her head idly to the large doors through which progresses at this signal not only a clear grouping of at least three dozen servants carrying three domed silver plates but they bring the assorted silverware as well as the fine dining plates on their backs. All of them are clearly well disciplined and it is obvious that the majority are maids. Amity can see several maid outfits that vary moderately in the decorations although the designs all follow general patterns from which powerful lines and spikes seem to be prevalent yet there is an undeniable softness to the outfits as well. A butler seem to act as the team leader helping co-ordinate the efforts of bringing in the said delivery and they all bow all as one before the Empress who lazily eyes the staff in front of her. Even though she did so during their approach she remains silent, with a clear expression of utmost enjoyment on her countenance while Amity can feel eyes on her.
Lady Loaranna's single eye droops as the finely painted eyelid lowers a tad right before 'her' head shivers a little, a single warning before the lady shifts 'her' body along some unheard tune in an almost-dance, all at once swishing both her hips as well as the rest of her body, caressing 'her' tail and mane along Knife's green back and leaning deeper into the hound's embrace, letting 'her' white fur stroke the object as 'she' maps its length in slow motion upon all three dimensions. 'Ladyship has its many benefits', whispers 'her' voice quietly before kissing that green jaw.
Amity feels every gaze on her like marble rolling pins pressing down and trailing across every bit of her body. Feeling her face burn with bashfullness Amity wiggles in an attempt to somehow abate her current state but it is all futile with how tightly and skillfully she is held by her Owner.
And Amity knows full well that even if she could move there isn't an inch on her that Segment has left not advertising what helpless, kept, and loved Pet the Princess is. There can't be a spot that isn't kissed deep purple unless it is clad in suggestive lingerie which no more allows Amity to hide the pure sensuality and eroticism of her current appearance as well as continence.
Added further to that Amity has just pleaded, from her deepest heart, for this and more of this, to be kissed and marked and kept for all to see like a precious trophy, over and over again for all to hear. All of this comes together to make the Pet Princess feel completely overwhelmed with love and pleasure to the point her body wants to flee before she loses herself any further. The fact that is entirely impossible only make Amity swoon more.
Knife smiles, caressing the soft flanks in either paw. "Well... It certainly is something to enjoy and I shall... To it's fullest." The hound nuzzles into the warm neck of her wife and kiss along the tender flesh. "Now... Looks like you've been doing all the teasing up to now."
Segment makes a single idle wave of her hoof prompting the silverware to be set upon a large table that is literally brought level with the throne's reclining empress followed by all the proper wares, including a sparkling bottle of the served drinks which Segment eyes as it is placed in a shining cup filled with ice. The entire time the servants keep their eyes straight ahead or on the ground yet they keep glancing out of the corner of their eyes at Amity, which Segment provocatively responds to by displaying the Imperial Pet for all to see higher still, using her legs to grip Amity's tush so not a single detail can be hidden, not even by Amity's own body; during all the time Amity spends on display the empress keeps griming widely.
The lady nickers softly, clearly pleased by this outcome in spite of flailing her hooves ahead in an idle motion. 'Yes, yes I have. And I have no plans of ceasing; what are you going to do about that, mine precious?'
"Well now..." The hound chuckles. "I'm going to snuggle, nuzzle, kiss, cuddle, hug, caress, grope and nibble everything I can get my paw on." Knife gives Loaranna's flanks a gentle squeeze. "Does that sound good to my darling?"
Amity can feel Segment's grin, her enjoyment of tormenting her Pet so sweetly, leaving her bared, helpless, marked and displayed for all to see. The great pride she takes in this strikes Amity to the bones and makes her breath catch in her throat at what an awesome being she has been smitten by and in turn has won the favor of.
To be able to hold her so immobile yet not hide a single part of her, to make conquering her seem so effortless, and to make Amity herself seem so glorious in the act of being claimed and brazenly displayed has the Royal Pet mind racing even faster than her heart. Every momentary gaze feeling like the observers are taking detailed note of every strand of fur, thread on her lingerie, and drop of thick, sticky, lipstick staining her all over. And as maddening as their looks are the Princess can't help but want more gazes, to be marked more by her Owner as they watch, to be claimed and displayed further and deeper by this crushingly powerful Empress encompassing her.
Amity bites her lip and rubs her back hooves together as best she can as the feelings welling up inside her grow stronger and stronger by the second, already making the marshmallow mare feel like she's going to explode any second from sheer joy at being doted on so, not to mention how forward it is for a mare to receive so much overt love in public.
The lady nickers just a little before snuggling 'her' form into that of 'her' husband letting 'her' cool body enjoy the heat coming from the far burlier hound. 'That sound delightful...' whispers 'she' in return.
Segment's purr is subtle so as to not be heard but her grip is unflinching as it takes a hold of Amity's limbs and then begins to draw them out from their hold, denying the pet even the small body actions of uncertainty, all the while looking down at the almost set table as well as the staff who only now dare look up to witness her nod of silent approval....coinciding with the vulnerable pet that Segment is displaying in front of them, all but making Amity display all four legs on extreme ends with a vicious yet happy grin.
Amity's blush deepens, as do her helpless and pleased whimpers increase in frequency as well as heightening in pitch as her breath catches more and more in her throat.
Limbs splayed out like filly's cloth doll, Amity feels full on display now, in a pose that serves only to show that there is no place on her that her Empress has not been and left a mark claiming it for herself. Though the pose is more whimsical than erotic it serves the purpose of showing that Segment has complete control over her Pet in her hold perfectly. It is that implication that most has the little Princess' pulse racing and blood heating the most.