Spitfire let out a guttural sound of dissatisfaction as your palm sank into her breast for a gentle grope. The mare spitting into her gag as she felt your fingers flexing over the soft skin, her body worming as much as your skillful knots would allow as she writhed in the bondage that left her athletic body solely in your mercy. Her face flushing red with anger at the degradation of her bosom being mashed in a steady squeeze as you explored the feminine globe, as you left a trail of fingerprints around the areola before you plucked her nipple like a cherry and gave a steady twist. The sensation of the tender teat twirling causing her to buck her hips in protest as her golden eyes looked into yours with unflinching spite.

The captain of the Wonderbolts nothing more than a plaything for your pleasure, as stripped and fettered she was no different than any other whore who had shared the rack. Her flesh jiggling in a combination of her own struggles and the nips and pinches of your marauding hands as you explored every inch of her golden curves. The Pegasus letting out persistent protests, as she was no doubt chewing uncountable obscenities into the gag stoppering her gob, though only stifled sounds of scorn and pooling saliva seemed to be escaping the congested cavity.

Your hands kneading the dough, feeling every feature from the pliable mammaries to the slowly accelerating beat of her enraged heart as each little touch seemed to add a deeper shade of red to her flushed cheeks. Her muzzle crinkling as little flashes of forced pleasure danced through her stern features as her body responded involuntarily to the salacious stimuli dancing from the molested regions. The mare a thrall to her biology, as the sensitive areas were nibbled away at with assertive grasps and strokes, as the torrential teasing of her breasts continued despite her persistent protests.

The breasts bruised like dropped fruit, as little by little the resistance was juiced from them as the grinding of hungry hands choked the fight from the adipose orbs. The jugs shivering like a pitcher in an earthquake, as they were hounded relentlessly, as you relished surveying the twin mare mountains that jiggled like jello under your firm fingers. The spongy features absorbing the punishment as the cascades of each touch echoed down her feminine frame before dissipating in her rounded rump even as her buttocks clapped as she slapped the padded posterior against the wall with her limited range of motion.

The fire within her failing to falter, as the flame seemed to only intensify with every little sting as you explored her exposed glory in its entirety. The rolls and lumps perfect, as there was a perfect mixture of toned flesh around her taut navel, to the doughy bliss contained in her bubbly arse and swaying breasts. Even her moans of distress adding a deviant spin to the scene as she was flustered with each fearless fondling. Your hands seizing both gargantuan glands as you easily parted the voluptuous assets as you manipulated the morphology like a record table, as with a few scratches you juggled the melons like a crazed clown. The knockers like butter around your fingers as each motion seemed to echo for a second as the fat stilled before it reacted to the next jerk as you put the bubblies through their paces.

The pony powerless to prevent your aggressive advances, as all she could do was rub her skin raw against the ropes containing her. Spitfire’s ears folding back as she just continued to give you the death stare and mutter curses against her perverted assailant, which meant little to you as you had all you wanted in exploring her eye-catching physical features. Your hands shifting down her rib cage, feeling it rise and fall with each enraged breath before you found yourself at the widening of her hips that swayed so seductively with each step of her normally confident gait. The shiver running up her back as you clenched your hands into fists around her rear enough to make your cock twitch, as you scratched the surface and began to explore the cleft drowned between the guarding glutes. Your hand snaking into the moist crack as you found your assaulting affection had left the mare wet as your stimulation had dissuaded her disdain, leaving her taint trickled in liquid love.

The smirk that crept onto your face from this enough to make the mare flinch, as though the anger was still there it seemed laced with the shame of unwanted arousal. Spitfire trying to push her thighs closer together to seal the passage, but with her subdued position, she could not offer much meaningful resistance as you cracked the supple ice and began to finger the folds with a circling finger before you plunged into the carnal canal to a started yelp from the violated equine. The jolt so much you heard her hooves clatter against the ground as she floundered in her bounds, unable to prevent your defiling debauchery.

Her core and pelvic floor trying to strangle your fingers as more and more entered the widening opening, only taking a break to probe the winking pucker to tease the twinkling sphincter before returning to the loosening loins with further vigour. The whole event just a series of whimpers and clenches as despite everything the mare’s resolve at this humiliation would not falter and the look of hate she was giving you only grew ever fiercer as you leaned to her ear and whispered one small, sinister promise to her bobbing brain.

“Don’t worry, no one will ever know about you leaking, as when I am done, I will show you where the princesses went….”

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Looks like Spitfire went looking for the princesses, this won't end well for the courageous captain.

A little collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) before a more salacious three-parted with the golden flier, that will be out shortly ;)

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