TutorAnonXFlurryHeart, Pt 1

>"A few more minutes, dad..."
>Your hand traces over her hair, and you lean in, taking a whiff of her morning scent
>Sweet like Cadance, mixed with a saltier tint
>She looks so pretty, there, sleeping, resting
>You move your mouth a little closer, breathing onto her, salivating at the idea of her fur against your tongue
>Alas, she peeps open an eye, and it opens wider upon seeing you
>Her body scoots immediately away from you, tearing her mane away from your grasp, while her hooves pull the covers up around her
"Good morning, princess. Are you ready for-"
>"Get out! Who let you in?"
>You bring up your pocketwatch from under your jacket
"Princesses shouldn't oversleep."
>Your hand opens to reveal a keyring, dangling it by your pinkie
"And your dad instructed me to make sure you keep to morning routine while he was gone."
>Her expression seems to sink immediately, eyes glancing downwards and away
>"Oh."
>You were the personal fitness trainer of Princess Flurry Heart, here on royal command to make sure the princess lives up to the right standards
>Shining picked you because you were here from the start, helping him take care of the little foal, and when she was old enough to talk and go to school, you offered to step in as tutor
>Of course, all the years of being there for her has given you some time to indulge in some liberties
>Your hands move around her tiny form as she wiggles and writhes
>"P-please!"
>You pick her up and nestle her under your arm, your other hand firmly brushing her mane
"Now, now, you're already late for our morning session. I'll have to clean you up myself."
>Several liberties since Shining and the wife were always away on foreign meetings
>Your hand rubs the soft fur under her stomach as you carry her to the bathroom, tracing along her abdomen
>Several wonderful liberties
>Ah, the perks of being a tutor

>She hasn't really mastered her magic or her wings yet
>The little foal would probably put up a bigger fight if she did
>Your arm squeezes her tiny little body against you, getting a squeak out of her
>"I-I can shower on my own..."
"And let you out of my sight? I don't think I can do that."
>Her legs kick at you uselessly as you open the large ornate door to the bathroom
>The bathroom was huge, the stereotypical royal ones with pillars on the sides and a square bath in the middle
>You close the door behind you, locking it with a loud click as the filly examines the room
>"Where are the attendants?"
"They have the day off, princess. It's just you and me today."
>You grin at her as her mouth drops and realization sinks in
>Her gaze turns downwards, and you feel her body limp
>That sends anticipatory shivers through your body
>She's always much much more nicer when she's all docile and compliant
>Your hand on her head moves down, stroking her cheek, feeling her wince
"I've already prepared the water. Are you ready for your morning bath?"
>There's not really a response, but that's understandable
>You lean down, taking her out from your arms, placing her on the ledge of the bath
>She stands there, hesitantly, looking in
>Well, she hasn't run yet, so that's an improvement
>Your hand slaps her gently on the rump, getting another squeal from her
"C'mon, slip in."
>You yourself stand up, starting to take off your clothes
>"What are you doing?"
"Getting in with you."
>"The attendants-"
"I'm your teacher, princess, this is normal and expected."
>She turns away, glancing at the door
>You pat yourself for the keyring, taking it out and holding onto it, feeling proud of yourself for convincing Shining to install two way locks
>You should really get a necklace or some sort for the keys soon, though
>Your pants drop to the ground, followed by your boxers, and you gently scoot the little filly in
"C'mon, we have plenty of things to do today."

>You slip into the water with her, getting a small splash as you get into the shallow pool
>The steps underneath it give varying depths, allowing her to rest on the highest one, water all the way up to her wings
>She almost starts moving away, but both your hands grip her on the sides, holding her
>You rest yourself on one of the lower steps, letting the water rise to around your stomach
>And you take her upright into your lap, making sure that your hardened shaft brushes against her flank
>"P-please..."
"What's wrong, my princess?"
>Just more squirming, no spoken response
>Well, you suppose bringing them nearer to the inevitable revitalizes them a bit
>You scoop some water up with your hand, letting it fall on the little filly
>Of course, there's no soap
>The water is also lukewarm
>This is all just pretense
>She knows it
>That makes it better
>Your hand moves over her mane, bringing it up to your head as you lean down
>Sniffing it, catching her smell again, almost but not quite washed away in the water
>You feel her body shiver against your skin, wet fur brushing against stomach and shaft
"You're a very pretty princess, you know."
>Your mouth is salivating again, your other hand gripping her hindlegs, playing with it under the water
>You feel a shudder through her body
>She's shaking
"I gave you a compliment. What do princesses say in response to compliments?"
>Your hand traces up the inner part of her hindleg
>Coaxing a gasp from the little filly
>But you don't go far
>Just leave it there, rubbing in circles
>Waiting, anticipating
"T-thank you."
>"Your manners are improving. How would you like a little reward?"
>Your hand skips that spot between her legs, moving to her stomach, rubbing upwards
"A princess doesn't need a reward."
>Rehearsed
>Dejected
>Flat
>She knows what's going on
>Your hand moves up to her mouth, fingers dancing on her lips
>An index moving in her mouth while you sniff her mane again

>Her warm tongue flicks against your finger, and retreats away from it
>She doesn't bite or clamp down, she knows not to
>Your finger plays around with her mouth, exchanging the bathwater for her thick saliva
>She gives a little grunt as you move the finger around her gums, and hook her lips a little
>Your legs bounce her body, letting her flank's fur stroke at your shaft
>Ripples of water spread out, distorting the image a little
>But it's a nice reflection
>The two of you there, tutor and princess
>Having a nice bonding moment together
>You let her mane drop down, leaning your head forwards a little
"Look, princess, it's us."
>Your finger hooked in her mouth, playing with it, leaves her unable to respond
>You remember when she was younger, and your fingers were sucked whenever you brought them in
>Children grow up just so fast
>The hand gripping her mane loosens, sliding down across her sides, moving to her wings
>She gasps when your fingers touch her joint, her wings spreading out a little
"What's this, my little princess? Are you enjoying the bath too much?"
>She shakes her head fervently while her wings expand
>You still her, holding her lips and move your fingers out when she stops
>"N-no."
"Only naughty princesses have their wings expand when touched. Are you-"
>She squirms
>Just a little fight in her
>Just right
>"W-we're taking too long in the bath."
>Your hand grips her wing joint, massaging it, holding her tightly
"I know."
>Your finger moves up to your mouth, and you run a long lick against it with your tongue
>Sweet
>So sweet
>Like caramel
"So I guess I'll hurry this up."
>And like that, your wet finger slides down between her legs, making a big splash in the bathwater
>Straight towards her slit
>Your finger prods in, digs in, causing her to squeal out and shout out
>Her wings flicker, thrashing, as you dig your finger further in, and her breathing gets shorter and shorter
>The panting sends wonderful vibrations on your shaft

>You finger plugs inside her, wiggling against her warm insides
>The young ones are always so warm
>She was even hotter back when she was younger
>Your finger thrusts inside her, sending her wings bouncing against your chest and her moans echoing through the chambers
>You soon slow down, feeling her insides squeeze at you
>Your other hand grips her under the arm, pulling her up, scraping fur against your tip
>And then you pull your finger out, resting her little cunny against your cock
>Her eyes are closed in the reflection, and some of the familiar waterworks are coming back
>The hand that was just inside her moves up to her head, still wet with the water and her fluids
>And wipes at her tears
"Now, now, don't cry, princess."
>Your hand moves down to her lips, brushing her tears and saliva against her lips
>She keeps them firmly closed while you try to dig in
>You drop her body onto your shaft, getting the tip in, bringing a gasp that lets you bring your fingers in
>Her special mixture meets her tongue, and you feel the filly gag at the taste
>It probably wasn't that bad, if you knew she wasn't going to like it, you would've gone first
>But it's a little too late for that now
>Her legs close and try to stop you from heading further, further in
>But her weight and gravity plays against her, pulling her deeper down onto you
>You rock her body back and forth, hips moving just a little, finally getting the head of your cock inside her
>It's so warm inside her, warmer now with you along with her
>You pull your finger out of her with a pop, a small trail of saliva on it
>Once more against your mouth, you lick on it, taking in the sweetness, intermingled with salt and a slight taste of something else
>You can't quite put your finger on it
>Your body leans back, letting the filly's silent shaking sobs send her deeper down onto your shaft
>Your hands are at her sides, keeping her there, not letting her move

>Your cock throbs inside her, pressing against her tight walls
>Soon, her bottom finally hits your lap, and you're firmly rooted inside her
>You hold her firmly against your body, your fingers brushing against her fur
>It's nice, relaxing, a real bath, warm and nice, smelling oh so wonderful
>Your hand moves to her mane, playing with it once more
>You'll let her relax a little before you pick it up again
>You always love the surprised look on her face
"How are you feeling, my princess?"
>You curl your mane around your hand, feeling the smooth strands hug and caress your fingers
"Hmm?"
>"I-I want to get out."
"Then I suppose I'll have to oblige."
>She opens her reddened eyes, looking up at you
>A little wide, a little in shock, the right mix you were looking for
"Looks like we're done here."
>You smile at her, putting on your best face
>Her insides squeeze your shaft as she starts getting off, but your hands against her sides pin her down
"Hold-"
>"You said I could get out-"
"I said we were done with the bath."
>You slowly rise, using one hand behind you to help you stand up, the other to hold the filly to your stomach
>You keep yourself buried in her, she's squealing, looking at you, eyes wide, frightened, shivering
>"P-please don't-"
"But you don't want to be clean, you want to be a dirty princess."
>You stand up, heading out of the bath, carrying her on cock and arm
>You approach the towels on the sides of the room, looking at the reflection of the two of you in the crystalline walls
"Look, there's my naughty princess."
>She closes her eyes, looking away, as you start wiping the two of you dry
"She wanted to get out of the bath too soon, and now she's going to get dirty for the rest of the day."
>You fling the towel over the rack, one hand on her cheeks, squeezing them, facing her forwards
>The other gripping her, sliding her little form up and down on your shaft
"Open your eyes."

>She peeks, ever so obedient, looking at the princess in the reflection, legs dangling and flinging
>They're spread, giving the both of you a full view of your glistening member sliding in and out of her
>You feel her body shudder, legs twitch, squeezing you tighter as she brings them together, trying to hide it
>It does work, her legs are crossed, but she's now so much tighter
>You lean forwards, hips thrusting faster into her, feeling your climax rising
>Your hand grips her cheek tightly, squeezing her, the other squeezing her stomach
>She's so soft
>Smells so nice
>Feels so warm
>And
>It finally brings you over the edge
>You grunt out, loudly, almost a growl, as she squeals out, her voice breaking up into a sob
>Your cum shoots inside her, her small little stomach bulging a little from the excess
>The rest drips out, down your shaft, and you align her horizontally before pulling yourself out
>Your deposit starts oozing out, running down her legs, matting where the fluid hit
>She collapses on the floor, shivering, sobbing
>Crawling towards the bath
>You kneel down and stop her
"But you didn't want the bath. It's done and I took you out. Let's head to the courtyard for your morning exercises."
>She looks up at you, tears streaming down
>"W-what? No, please, I want-"
"Actions have consequences, princess, you need to learn that before you're able to be like your mother."
>You don't trust her, and gather the little filly up along with your clothes
>You'll put them on later, you made sure to clear out the castle
>And who cares about you being in the nude for a little while?
>Her body is squirming all the while, sobs turning into grunts some of the times, and you see her try to squeeze your gift in
>That's alright, because it just ends up trickling down her fur, dirtying her further
>You grin, thinking of how much it'll get worse by the time the day is over
>Or by the time Shining is back
>You do love it so much when they do foreign visits