"Butt, of course!" Alice quips with a sly grin, wiggling her flanks a bit on the table.
Trapped in Equestria 3.0 {The REAL Rp}
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"Butt, of course!" Alice quips with a sly grin, wiggling her flanks a bit on the table.
<cut to Alula>
"Well, that was because you could get away with it in the hive. The ponies above the hive are very particular when it comes to looks."
Alula explains to the younger changeling after she let out a tired yawn. Alula quickly zipped off of the bed, making sure she doesn't fall asleep herself.
Amity quivers as she feels her body shifted around the central post lodged in her, and her Owner grip her tighter in her grasp to make the latex enveloped Princess feel every bit captured prey being primed by an apex predator. As well as the sensation of being maneuvered to best please the Empress filling her insides the tongue toying with Amity's extremely sensitive neck as the Pet whimpering and her equally teased canine shaft dribbling pre heavily already as an obvious sign of her submissiveness and the pleasure such servitude brings Amity.
Benevolence joins in the chase game, observing her siblings and emulating their actions to hopefully fit into the game well.
"'Particular' how? I thought it's all friendship and sparkles up there as long as you look like a pony."
<cut to Alula>
"Well it is, to an extent, but you won't have to do much. Just wash the drool off her maw and brush up your mane and fur, and that's it."
Alula explains to Shivers, while instructing him on what he needs to do first.
"Having a wonderful morning to wake up, are we, pet?" growls the imperial changeling as she relishes as feeling of her pet's insides: although she knows them by memory at his point it only serves to remind her of the many great things this pet right here in her grasp embodies. And speaking of bodies, her is curled around just tight enough to cause the latex to squeak ever so slightly in a small symphony of shiny sound, which to her senses is close to a soft aria rising from her pet's mind...although said mind positively radiates emotions The Empress begins ever so carefully to feast on. "Your Empress certainly is. I could not imagine a better way to wake up, short of having my brides share this bed with me at this moment."
Benevolence is easily if not even instantly considered in on the game: it seems there are four teams of varying number, skill, talent and dedication on this but also at least three orbs for a nymph which makes for very easy time booping the spheres of Art both elemental and esoteric, including grinning skulls that are smiling at the little ones.
<cut to Alula>
"Oh really? Well, that's one thing out of the way then. You still need to get the rest of the other things done."
The spotless changeling giggled at her mistake.
Amity gasps out several affirmative whimpers as her channel convulses and clenches around the cherished invader, not only stroking and milking the Empress' staff with honed ardor but in turn rubbing the girthy pillar all across the Pet's walls with every heated contraction and wringing still more unstoppable moans from the tightly held Princess as she twitches in place within the Empress' grasp.
The soft squeak of the latex with every squeeze reminds Amity exactly of her place, having been wrapped in this darker than black ichor that has reshaped her entire being to the order of the Changeling Empress holding her, that her entire existence is at the service of her Owner now, able to think and feel the same as ever but now only able to speak in barks, the very thought has her love pulsing and gripping at the hot obelisk buried in her body wanting it so badly she aches every single moment she breathes. The nerves in her marehood, by now conditioned by dozens of training sessions, further feeds into the Princess' need and driving Amity mad as she's held in place and stuffed by her Owner.
Benevolence steels herself for the coming boopening.
<cut to Alula>
"Well? Get to it. I have a brush right here."
The spotless changeling tilted her head at the younger changeling before she used her magic to have a brush manifest in front of Shiver's face. She wanted to make sure Shivers has no opportunity to slack off.
Shivers grumbled as he telekinetically grabbed the brush and started brushing.
<cut to Alula>
"Don't forget to brush behind the ears."
The spotless changeling lightly teased her younger brother. Alula giggled to herself, finding the grumbled coming from Shivers to be adorable.
Shivers glared at his teasing older sister, ceasing both his grumbling and his brushing to do so.
<cut to Alula>
"Don't give me that look. Big sisters have to ask these things."
Alula snickers once she sees her sibling's reaction. Alula soon stopped her snickering out of the respect of her brother.
<cut to Alula>
"Oh! Don't forget to visit mom before you eat your breakfast. She wants to talk to you about something."
Alula informed her younger sibling once he is done with all other tasks.
"You love that, don't you, pet?" rises a deep hiss from the imperial ruler's throat right beside her pet's exposed ears as a hot breath washes over them, prompting another even longer bout of force gently squeezing the pet's squeaking body. "First being filled and joining your loving owner in the most intimate of ways before your most benevolent owner and empress then slowly brings about your true self from behind all those needless complexities, allowing you to relish in being what you should have been born like from the moment this universe existed?"
Throughout the entire time she hisses The Empress continues: she keeps squeezing, she presses on and on without pause, she breathes one long gust of drawn-out moisture tinged with heat over her pet's extremities, her purrs rise alongside her voice, her mental presence looms as eternal as she promises/threatens, and that scepter continues is slow movements but lets the pet's many motions do the work while settling in, feeling as if it delves deeper with every throb.
The first orbs are sent into the mixture of swarms with happy squeaks that echo quite well in the empty void: they move slowly and are the size of an adult changeling drone buzzing at their laziest in zero-gravity.
Thus, the first ones are easily sent bumping along, accompanied by the happy sounds that prove that you can laugh in the emptyness of space and someone can hear you laughing. Benevolence verifies this since she is right in the swarm that is landed on by some bouncy orbs or scattered elemental magics which sparkle prettily while many nymphs let their natural Arts respond instinctively before reaching to boop it off - but not before their new sister join in just in case.
The elemental mare looks around herself and notes: "I can see why a dragon would choose this kind of location for a nest. It's secluded and naturally quite dangerous to traverse. She'd want her hoard and nest to be as safe as possible when she's out hunting for food."
"In any case, I'll see if I can sense anything big moving around here, but I wouldn't be surprised if we'd get an audible noise accompanying the dragon mommy's appearance."
"If I don't find anything, I'll start searching for any kind of trace. If we can finish that uninterrupted, we should leave our letter in front of the lair and 'ring the bell' with an obviously detectable spell before we leave."
The elemental mare then uses her elemental senses to find anything that is big and moving on its own, particularly focusing on the floating island with the nest.
Chroma finds two things.
The first is the nest: it is inside the largest of the islands and no less than an entire mountain range hollowed out into a spacious home of luxury where there is art, treasure and comfort mingling in ways that gives Chroma several ideas on how to make the Elemental Nexus tuned up for homely comfort without losing any of its dignity. The protections are vicious but rely heavily on all four of the elements rather than any esoteric: if the elementalist were to go all out and mean business she could crank up to same levels...which means this dragon has spent at least a century building her home, meaning that this is a fortress than can very well either summon or create an army out of the elements around it. Looking at the blender of rocks floating in all three dimensions makes it clear any invaders are in for a very difficult siege where the environment itself becomes an enemy.
The second thing Chroma senses is a large pyre of power homing in on their location at this very moment: it is some seconds short of exploding into a Fire Gate but it is a very clear way of disrupting any formation it is placed into and with one single look the mare knows this is a dragon they are going to receive: whether the mommy or someone else it is nonetheless a dragon of immense size wielding literal fire power than can bypass through the wards - or then said dragon is keyed into them and likely can trigger their reaction. Either case is bad for the pair.
As soon as Chroma senses the dragon coming, she instantly yells: "The dragon's coming! Drop the letter and leave!"
She herself creates a gap to far away, but not directly back to the shepherd's place so the dragon cannot track them back to it easily.
She closes it once she sees the unicorn leave himself or when the dragon gets too close for comfort.
One moment the unicorn scrambles with his hooves in the air. The next moment he is gone; the letter quietly flutters in the stilled plane's lack of wind, dancing by its whims alone.
A few more moments later counting a total of three seconds, precisely that amount too - fire envelops the entire planar sector immolating everything not warded for it. Visibility becomes red as flames overwhelm what is not warded against that. Air is burning. The unprotected rocks become molten magma which froths with intellect.
A roar shakes the entire area before it echoes to the surroundings where it grows with each surface it reverberates upon until it lands somewhere untold distances away. At this distance too close for comfort Chroma is only spared because her elemental arts prevent the fallout of the events at the nest area from spilling over at her.
The elemental mare sighs in relief before quickly darting away from where the gap was, creating gaps all over the place to create false leads for the dragon who might follow her traces. The gap back to the unicorn's home is specifically not the last one, so it can't be determined that way where she went. Additionally, all gaps are created with an assortment of different elemental magic combinations to create a lot of magical interference.
She then uses the gap to the unicorn's home to see if he is there, closing the gap and all other gaps, leaving a complete mess behind.
Amity gasps, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, at the lurid implications of her Owner's statements. The thought of having been born a latex-bound-puppy sex-pet, her whole life being only about being stuffed and filled by her Empress day after day with no other concerns or problems in life, just Segment's pulsing staff buried deep inside her washing all thought away with hot sticky goop... The very idea is just too salacious for the Princess to believe, her body twitching and rubbing her walls all over the hefty trunk lodged so deeply in the Pet that she feels as if it will soon serve as a second spinal column for her.
Amity feels her whole body tremble and bucks from the treasure spearing her so powerfully, her heat taking it upon itself to stroke and worship the every nerve of Segment's valiant mast, lavishing it with tender flesh to make sure the Empress feels extremely good, and all thanks to her loyal Pet trapped in her grasp.
Benevolence boops the bouncy object with great determination and pride. The yellow Queen is quite set on doing her best in this booping.
Knife smiles and takes the first picture, focusing one Alice's back, keeping only very little of the mare's front in frame, to enforce the view use their imagination. She steps back a bit and to the side to finally catch the left side of Alice's face, keeping only what would be from the waist up in dog anatomy in the frame still. "Hold on just a moment, Miss." The hound takes off her gloves, letting her paws free and flips her patch up. Her Ichor Eye darting about to help her designate the perfect angles for picture taking. "All set now."
<cut to Alula>
"While you are brushing and cleaning yourself up, I'll see if any of our siblings have a written schedule."
The spotless changeling announced what she was about to do before she left to room to be occupied by Shivers only.
<cut to Queen Crystal>
The white queen could be found in the hive's nursery, tending and feeding the love the petite queen had in her body to the still drowsy nymphs. The nymphs were huddled around her body, their wings buzzing on occasion to indicate their bellies are filling up with their mother's nutritional love. The white monarch's head shifted back and forth, making sure every single nymph's appetite is sated.
"Keep it down Shivers. The little ones are still sleepy."
The white queen whispered to her older son before they stepped into the room. Her grin grew wider and surprisingly warmer (considering their element) the further Shivers advances towards her.