Prisoner of the Pretty Pony Princesses

>day 403 forbidden in Equestria
>inna dungeon underneath Canterlot
>chained to the wall
>shortly after your mysterious arrival here you made the mistake of mentioning that your species is omnivorous
>or even OMNOMNOMnivorous
>the previously friendly li'l ponies lost their shit and freaked the fuck out
>trussed you up with magic and brought you here
>you've been in this dark cell living on bread and water ever since
>once or twice a week, you think, one of the Princesses comes down to look in on you
>today it's the white one

>you can tell the blue one hates you
>the pink one has a pitying look in her eyes
>the white one, though
>you aren't exactly sure how to interpret her facial expressions or body language
>how could you? she's a different species, duh
>though it's always amazing to you, how human they are in so many ways
>anyway, white princess pony is here
>"Carnivore," she says. Like it's some kind of curse. Maybe it is, to her.
>you can't tell if she's angry, or sad, or something else, but she's flushed
"I am what I am," you always respond. "My ancestors came down from the trees three and a half million years ago. This is what I am, what we are. What I was born to be."
>"Killer."
"I never harmed anything that could speak, and do not kill anything I don't eat. But it's true that my species has that set of instincts. If we did not, we would have gone extinct millions of years ago."
>"Yes, you're a philosopher too. You're still a--"
>and there is a little catch in her voice
>"beast of prey."
>and she's blushing
>oh for fuck's sake
>"And you want to eat me, don't you? You'd devour me."
>is this what this has been about? you begin to laugh, slowly and hesitantly
>it's like the laughter of an old, rusty machine
>you smirk behind your filthy, flea-crawling beard
"Not unless you ask nicely."

>she recoils at that
>"What do you think I'm talking about?"
"I think you're curious."
>"Why would I be curious about you, you--"
"Carnivore, yes, I know. I really don't understand how you think, but you keep coming here, talking about how 'afraid' I make you, and blushing. You don't look afraid. You look like you're trying to talk yourself into coming in here with me."
>"Filthy ape. Do you know who I am?"
"I clean up nicely. And no, I was only in your world a week before your people decided I was too dangerous to walk among them and stuck me here. And now you've been coming down a couple of times a month, to stare at me through the bars, with the most adorable little blush. I don't know who you are, but I think you want something from me."
>she breaks eye contact and looks away, blushing furiously

>"You're insolent."
"A statement of fact cannot be insolent."
>she looks at you a long, long time.
>"Guards!" she shouts. "Have the prisoner cleaned up and brought to my private chambers for interrogation!"
>hoo boy
>the guards bring you hot water, soap, even towels
>they appear to know what a razor is, but they have a debate about whether it's appropriate to bring you one
>they are apparently terrified of you
>eventually they decide to bring you a razor and scissors
>you are able to shave off your year's growth of beard and trim your hair to where it no longer covers your ears, at least
>this is the first bath you've had in how long?
>the ponies bring you out of the cell in irons, and prod you with spears
>until you bare your teeth and growl at one of them
>he drops his spear and has to pick it back up
>they bring you to a much better lit room with much higher ceilings
>hmm, chains on the walls, and other implements
>you ponder that at least you never chained anything up before eating it
>except for that one time in college, dohohohohohohoho

>they prod you into the room and chain you the wall
>tall white princess horse comes in
>"Now," she says, walking slowly back and forth past you. "You're right. I am curious."
>there is an awkward pause
"I have a name, you know."
>she blinks
"I am Anonymous. Do you have a name, or do I just call you 'White Horse?'"
>she scowls at that
>"I'm not a horse. I'm a pony."
"And I'm not an ape. I'm a human."
>"You do look less ape-ish now that you're a bit groomed."
"Flatterer."
>"...and call me Tia."
>she uses that freaky unicorn telekinesis thing they do to remove her crown, and shoes, and the rest, to stand before you as naked as you are.
"Okay. So, what are you going to do with me?"
>She smirks, and a bar drops into place across the door
>"Anything I want."

>She stands very close now, with her delicate nose just inches from your face. She appears to be smelling you, working slowly up and down your body.
>"Hmm. They gave you some of the good soap. Very insightful of them." You can feel her breath on your skin.
>you do not have quite enough reach to touch her.
"Why all this?"
>"You're a dangerous beast of prey, aren't you?"
"Am I? Whom have I harmed?"
>"None yet, but I have no doubt that you'd eat me." She paused in her smelling, bringing her head level with yours, her face barely an inch from yours, that same look in her exotic violet eyes. "Beast."
>and you lean forward in your chains
>and kiss her, gently, on the lips, nibbling softly
>she starts at this, but in a moment she's returning the kiss, rearing up to lean down onto you, her wings unfolding and delicately caressing your arms and sides with her soft, pure white feathers
>she begins to press her tongue into your mouth, which you nibble on and suckle a bit, the way that ex-girlfriend of yours liked, all those years ago
>she breaks the kiss, and she's panting
>you do not need to look down to know that you are hard as a stove bolt
>"This has been worth the wait," she whispers. She steps back and turns her back to you, then wiggles her buttocks at you.
>she is not remotely human, but the female-ness of the gesture, the roundness of her hips compared to her narrow waist, are impossible to overlook
>she lifts her tail and looks you in the eye and very deliberately shows you her enormous horsey genitalia
>and in a husky voice says "Devour me, beast."

"Tia?"
>"Yes?"
"Could you unchain me first?"
>"...oh. Sure." Her horn glows, and your manacles unlatch.
>You cross the room in two swift strides, and she steps back, looking a little afraid.
"Why are you afraid of me? You have powers I cannot comprehend, and yet you're afraid."
>"Prey species instinct, I suppose," she says, a bit sadly.
"I mean you no harm. I mean no one any harm."
>she nods. "You've convinced me you're not... excessively dangerous, but still..."
"Are there no other intelligent carnivorous species here? Is this some kind of forbidden thrill for you?"
>"There are the griffins, but they're a little too different from us, anatomically. Also," she says, drawing up a pure white marshmallow hoof to draw a lazy little circle on your chest, "you're something new."
>"But enough talk," she says, leaning to kiss you this time, nibbling delicately on both of your lips
>her lips are nearly prehensile, you notice. she's a wonderful kisser.
>you put one hand on her withers and one on the back of her head, and lean into her
>your erection prodding her chest
"Tia, could you please lie on your side with your legs apart? I want to do this right, and I don't want to hurt you."
>she grins and complies, and you lie beside her, looking at her genitals, which seem to be laid out more or less like a human woman's, just bigger
>she smiles at you, and what can only be the tip of her clitoris peeks out between her labia, then retracts
>you spread her apart with your fingers and see that she's already quite aroused
>you gently draw a fingertip across the tip of her clit and down
>she gasps and quivers at your touch

>she's already slippery
>you spread her open further
>and you taste her, touching the tip of her clit with your tongue, drawing a moan from her
>she tastes, to your mild amazment, very much like most any of the human women you've been with
>maybe a bit saltier, but within the normal range, and she is clean
>you enter her with a finger, and the heat inside is almost uncomfortable, but only almost
>then two, then stroke back and forth as you kiss and lick her clit, moving your tongue and lips up and down its length
>it is easily the size of your thumb
>she places a hoof lightly on the back of your head as she begins to moan your name
>"My nipples, touch them, please," she says, guiding your hand to them, her boob-equivalents low on her belly not far from her vulva
>they are very erect, you pinch and pluck them and pull them gently with one hand while continuing to finger her with the other
>this bring cries and little whinnies of pleasure from her, and she begins to make humping motions with her hips
>you finger her faster and begin sucking on just the tip of her clit
>she cries out almost as if in pain, and clamps down not quite painfully on your fingers, you feel both hooves on the back of your head now
>the spasms go on for several seconds, and you slow and stop. licking her salty fluids off your fingers, while she is still twitching a bit, you ask
"Did you like that, Tia?"
>"By the Holy Creators, yes. Is this what you do for females of your species?"
>your answer is a nod
>"And now, dear Anonymous," she says, getting shakily to her feet, "I think I simply must have you inside me now."

>you kiss her again
>she smiles gaily and points her lovely rounded hindquarters at you
>she is exactly the right height, you notice
>how convenient
>you spread her open and enter her with your cock, centimeter by centimeter, while she looks back at you, her face a mask of hunger and lust
>you finally enter her fully, and she is wonderfully hot inside
>she moans softly as you begin fucking her
>"yesss," she hisses, "fuck me hard, give it to me hard, hurt me"
>you put your hands on her hips just ahead of her sun-markings and pull yourself into her
>she moans
>and you realize she's already coming again
>on a whim you move one of your hands back and stick one finger into her ass
>and pull on her tail just a bit
>she bucks and squeals and whinnies, and both of her wings pop out and unfold to their fullest extent
>and the force of her orgasm drives her shuddering to her knees
>and in a moment you say her name just once and join her
>she groans and squirms in joy at the sensation of your hot seed filling her
>and you collapse with her, her wing over you, and doze together on the floor, your arms around her

>the next thing you notice, you are looking at hooves
>a lot of hooves
>about eight of them, to be exact
>you look up, and it's Blue Princess, glaring daggers at you, and Pink Princess, who is smirking
>behind them are a dozen or so guardsmen, or, rather, guardsponies, doing their best to give an impression of not seeing you
>you look to your right
>Tia is still there, looking embarrassed, but she leans over to nuzzle you, and give you a little smile
>you hadn't heard Blue Princess speak before
>she's LOUD
>"SISTER OF MINE, WE HEARD WITH TREPIDATION YOUR PLAN TO INTERROGATE THIS NEW CREATURE. TELL US, WHAT HAST THOU LEARNED OF VALUE FROM HIM?"
>Tia glares back at her
>"Perhaps you should 'interrogate' him yourself, Lulu. I think you need it, after these many years."
>Blue Princess ("Lulu?") begins to sputter. Pink Princess stage-whispers to her, "She's right, you know."
>you cannot stop yourself from speaking up
"So, do I get a bigger cell out of this?"

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