Blonde Haired, Blue Eyed Bitch
"Gods, mare, can you not manage to hold my tail aloft for more than five seconds?" Princess Blueblood scowled from where she laid in the royal baths, her attendant desperately attempting to hold her tail up and wash her hair at the same time. "Well?! Are you actively attempting to do your job poorly? Honestly, I didn't figure you could get any worse, but apparently you're in the mood for surprising me today, hmm?"
The earth pony flinched beneath her, half-submerged in the water as she juggled the precious strands of the princess' mane and tail. "N-no, princess, and I've told you before, my name is Misty, not 'mare'."
"Hmph." The princess tussled her mane, causing a splash that hit Misty square in the face. "You earn your name back when you start doing things correctly. Now, scrub faster! I have a meeting with Princess Cadance in an hour, and I don't intend to be more than thirty minutes late."
"You mean your sister, from the Crystal Empire?" Misty seemed to brighten at this, which only made Blueblood groan aloud. Everypony seemed happier the moment the wondrous Princess of Love was mentioned.
"Hmm, step-sister at best... and since when do I pay you to ask questions?! Scrub, mare, scrub!" Princess Blueblood gave her assistant the most domineering of scowls before dipping her head into the water. She sighed in contentment as she felt the shampoo being lathered into her scalp, flicking her mane, fur, and fuzzy ears back and forth. For a moment, a very real smile crossed her lips—not that anyone else would ever see it.
The princess wasn't entirely sure what she preferred, shouting at other ponies or having herself groomed. Doing both in tandem was pure, unadulterated bliss. Bliss suited a pony like her to a tee. As far as she was concerned, it was all she ever deserved.
But no, life wasn't that simple. Instead, she had to deal with meetings and events and the odd banquet held in her honour—Gods it was dreadful. Why couldn't she just have everything she wanted, right when she wanted it, even when she was unsure just what it was that she wanted? It didn't seem fair in the slightest.
Her tail splashed against the water again, reminding her of her incompetent maid, and she opened her eyes to glare up at her. "You do realise that a single hair from my tail is worth more than your job, yes?"
Misty nodded. "I do, princess."
"Then why am I giving you every chance to insist on ruining it?!" Blueblood raised up from the water, a scowl about her. "Tell me, mare, am I an idiot? I must be, considering that I have you in my employ. Do you think that I'm stupid?"
"No, princess, of course I don't. I think that you're awfully intelligent, in fact, and also—"
"Oh, quit brown nosing. I'm not going to feed you a cookie for it." Misty ran her hooves through her mane one last time, cleaning the last of the shampoo away, and Blueblood stood, her polished hooves clacking against the surface of the marble bath. "Enough, you've done your job. Bring me my towels, then take my robe from the heater and bring it here."
"Yes, princess." Misty hopped out of the bath, somehow avoided making a splash, dried her hooves on the bathroom rug and set about gathering her princess' effects. She came back with a bundle of Fursian silk towels and an exquisite robe embroidered with the princess' cutie mark. "Will that be all, princess?"
"Yes. Thank you, Misty."
It was always worth it for how their faces lit up in the end. Misty nodded excitedly before making her way out of the room, leaving Blueblood alone with the towels and robe.
There was something fun about stringing ponies along like that. It might have been cruel, but holding another's emotions in her hooves was oddly rewarding when at the end of it all she decided to make that pony's day, even with something as simple as saying their name aloud, giving them a basic courtesy. Still, it was a lot coming from someone as highborn as herself, so why wouldn't the help be impressed?
Blueblood used her magic, the brightest blue like her eyes, to thread the towel up her body. She began at her long, slender legs, working her way up with a slight pull against her fur. She brushed her way through her hind legs until she found the towel resting against her wet, firm flanks, pristine white fur matted against her. Just like her tail, to her chagrin.
Drying her tail was one of the most irritating things, but with a measure of magic and determination, she managed. It was a little more poofy than it might have been if it hadn't touched the water, but it was a fair price to pay for at least being dry. Sighing, she turned her attention back to her rounded plot, rubbing the smooth towel around and down herself in small circles, working out the bath's moisture and casting off the water that clung to her.
One of the, well, magical things about magic was the utter kinetic disconnect. In other words, it didn't feel as if it was her applying the towel to her body, so she was able to treat it as an impromptu massage as she coaxed the water out of her fur, the glide of the towel a foreign touch against her body that tickled and titillated.
As usual, no one could touch her just like she could.
Princess Blueblood flicked her mane to one side, rubbing the towel up her back and eventually settling it against her neck, pushing against her most sensitive spots, revitalising her body and relaxing it at the same time. She couldn't have been dry too quickly if it meant sitting here and teasing herself all day, but she knew she had better things to do than sitting around and enjoying the press of thinly veiled magic against her supple skin.
Even if she hated to admit it, duty called.
She finished up by toweling her mane and discarding the used towel, dressing up in her snug robe soon after. Her mane was frizzy, her tail so long it almost touched the floor, the air biting against her fluffy chest, which still wasn't completely dry. She went about applying makeup to her face, eyeliner, a little lip gloss and mascara, being sure that she looked exceptionally ravishing. She always made sure of just as much when Cadance was going to be around, she couldn't have the bitch outdoing her.
Once she was doubly sure that she looked divine, Blueblood stepped outside, and as usual, the attention of all of her male (and some of her female) workers fell directly on her. She could feel the way that their breaths hitched when she walked into a room, almost hear the way their hearts pounded. It was like a form of sustenance to her, it gave her purpose, and above all, satisfaction.
She took the long, scenic walk to her bedroom. Opulent corridors stretched as far as she could see, but the princess knew how to navigate them blindfolded by now. She strode in no hurry, fully intending to be late already, and when she finally arrived at her bedroom, she dressed in one of her most succulent outfits, a tight red dress that clung to her form and revealed all of her shapely curves. Beneath it, she slipped on a little red and black thong, being sure to pull it ever so slightly to the side in case she felt like giving off a few pheromones to whatever lucky stallion walked by.
She did absolutely love to be colour coordinated. All set for the meeting, she languidly strolled her way out of her room, picking a duo of her most intimidating and silent guards and setting out to greet the mid-afternoon day. Princesses sleep late when they don't have to raise the sun.
Canterlot greeted her with muted whispers and lingering stares as it always did. She knew the ponies didn't love her, they never would, but they loved to imagine themselves with her just as much as they loved to hate her. She could see it in their eyes, the husband that stopped walking to stare until his wife gave him a few insistent pokes, the workers that halted in their tracks to behold her if only for a moment... they were all staring at her ass, because they knew that this bitch could rock their worlds to heaven and back with just a flick of her hips.
And the princess knew it too, if the words of any of the stallions or mares she'd been with rung true—it was hard to lie mid-orgasm, she'd found, and few notes rang truer than a scream of her name, of ecstasy, of a desire for more. So it was that she needed those two, huge bodyguards with her. She hardly wanted to be assaulted by a desperate stallion in the street, even if it was out of lust instead of hate.
The crowd bent around her as she walked, and they cut a path directly to it from her manor to the royal castle. Blueblood could feel that her mane was finally dry, her body too in the simmering sun, and so it was that she was beginning to come into her element, one she commanded with a simple saunter and a light, smug curve of her lips. It was a feeling of authority that she exerted over all those that fell beneath her, and even those that would purport to be on the same level.
They reached the gate just as the pull of the eyes of commoners finally relented, and like the deactivation of a tractor beam, its disappearance seemed to lighten Blueblood's steps. She walked with singular purpose, already concocting a scheme as to how she might handle this meeting. She had no clue just why Cadance had called her in yet, but she knew that no matter what, she'd be swinging things in her favour one way or another. There was something she wanted, and she was going to have it.
That was just the way of business, after all, even on a royal, familial level. Cadance only came to her when she wanted something, Blueblood only went to Cadance when she wanted her... but that hadn't happened in years, now.
No, not since she stole that hunk she paraded around with these days from her. Blueblood had seen Shining first, she'd been with him, but Cadance had insisted on stealing him out from under her nose! Said he didn't like the way she treated him, or something, but that was tosh. Stallions didn't care about how a woman interacted with them, they just cared about how good she was on top, and Princess Blueblood was the damn best.
Definitely better than Cadance, too, she'd taught the bitch everything she knew! Grr, thinking about it was only beginning to wile her up again, and she needed a clear head if she was going to approach this meeting with any level of pull, so it was time for the good old breathing technique. Breathe in, hoof out, breathe out. Her guards always looked at her funny when she did it, but they could blame Celestia for teaching her in the first place.
Finally, they arrived inside, and the door to the throne room was already ajar. Celestia and Luna were nowhere to be seen, but there Cadance sat with her stallion, Shining Armour, though the royal baby was nowhere in sight. Blueblood put on her most cordial smile as she approached the throne, signaling the guards to wait outside. "Well, if it isn't my favourite couple! And you, Cadance, of course."
Shining only blushed, Cadance rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, very funny. Look, we've had a long train journey. Shall we just get down to business, or shall we wait to see whether envy or rage consumes you first?"
Blueblood didn't fail to notice that Shining kept his gaze averted as she advanced on Cadance. To some, it might have looked respectful, but both princesses had an inkling of exactly why. Of course, Blueblood made an effort to shake her hips and sway her tail back and forth, all in an effort to make the forbidden sight that bit more tempting.
Of course, she didn't really have to try. "If you insist on being a bore, then fine. Just what was so important that you dragged me all the way over here on such short notice?"
Cadance narrowed her eyes. "We've had this meeting for a week." Likely knowing she'd get nowhere with that argument, she cleared the topic with a shake of her head, adopting a serious mien. "Me and my husband are here to discuss the trade agreement between the Crystal Empire and the Equestrian mainland. As you know, in our snowy climate, we're unable to grow sufficient amounts of food to feed ourselves, but we provide Equestria with precious minerals and gemstones from the nearby mountains in exchange for what we eat."
Blueblood yawned, raising a hoof and shaking it from side to side. "Yes, I'm familiar with the situation, I wasn't born an idiot. Were you planning on arriving at the point any time today?"
"To put it simply, our population is growing. For a thousand years, the Crystal Empire's citizens were kept in stasis, and now that they've been freed and society is finally returned to normal, the pregnancy rate in the kingdom has skyrocketed. My crystal ponies want to be able to make new families, but we're scarce to provide the level of food that will be necessary in the near future. We're having to consider rations, at this rate, and that's why we're here."
Princess Blueblood slanted an eyebrow, looking down at her step-sister from her full height. It was a nice feeling being all dressed up when she'd only opted to wear her regalia, and Shining certainly noticed. "And is there any reason you didn't approach my aunt concerning this, rather than me?"
"Well, apart from the fact that you're Master of Coin and it's your job, our aunt has been too busy to see me for the last two weeks, all the correspondence with these new friendly nations seems to be taking up all of her three times."
"And yet she's managed to see me twice this week. Funny, isn't it?" A twist of words, both times Blueblood had gone to visit Celestia herself, but it produced the intended result, Cadance's face screwing up in aggravation. "What you're asking for isn't easy, I can't just make food materialise out of thin air, and I've not got much influence on the prices that your goods go for, economy doesn't work like that. What solution did you have in mind when you came to me? Surely you weren't expecting me to do everything for you."
Cadance shot Blueblood a look that roughly translated to 'I never expect you to do anything for me, nor do I expect you to start trying now'. "We were hoping for a loan of sorts. We're reopening more of the mines in the northern regions bordering Yakyakistan, we're hoping to have them operational within the next two years, and profitable in four. In the meantime, however, food distribution to the Crystal Empire in return for what we provide would need to be increased by at least fifteen percent. We've run the numbers, and that's the least we'd possibly need."
Blueblood ran a quick mental calculation, biting her lip in thought. "...what you're talking about would entail the opening and expansion of enough farms to feed tens of thousands. How are we meant to compensate the workers? Would you have us force them to work for free? Increase taxes to make up the deficit paying them would cause? Exhaust the crown's treasury to ensure that your people can repopulate like rabbits?" A wry grin settled on her face as she took another step forwards. "You really haven't thought this through at all, have you?"
Cadance hung her head, looking down at the floor, and Blueblood reveled in every moment of it. "It's not a situation any of anticipated before now, not you, me, or even Celestia. All that matters is the fact that there's now an entire other society that falls under Equestria's extended dominion, and they have all the right to prosper that any other pony has, especially after they ordeal they were all forced through."
Cadance looked back up, and behind her official tone was a look of conviction, a sparkle of emotion in her eyes that Blueblood was almost certain was real. "If we do have to put austerity measures in place in order to facilitate that, I'm the last pony that would want it, but it would be for the greater good, surely. You can see that, I hope, Blueblood? You don't dislike me so much that you'd starve my citizens before lifting a finger to help?"
Blueblood paused, lowering her curved eyebrow. She flashed a look to Shining, who was still looking off at some nearby stained glass, likely a depiction of his sister and her friends. He always found it so difficult to meet her gaze with Cadance in the room, ever since it had happened.
"Of course I don't. I wouldn't even if I could get away with it. It's not as if it's your subjects' faults that their princess is a stallion thieving slut." Cadance began to growl, a guttural thing in the back of her throat. "I'll help you, if not because it's the right thing to do, then because it's in my self-interest to make Shining a happy stallion."
Shining cleared his throat, finally flashing Blueblood a look. She could see it in his eyes, he still had a powerful semblance of that original interest in her, one that burned and flourished with each breath he took in her presence. He kept it all contained, if only for his wife's sake, but Blueblood had no such interest in keeping her happy. "Thank you, princess." His breath was quickened, Blueblood could tell he was having trouble only speaking to her with Cadance around. "You're doing a great thing, here. I hope you appreciate just how many lives you're helping to enrich."
Blueblood produced a light, musical giggle in response, shooting him a quick wink. "Drop the formalities, Shiny, they've never suited you. Why don't you call me what you used to, hmm?"
Shining instantly hesitated, his ears folding back and his eyes finding the wall again, but Cadance reassured him with a stroke of her hoof against his cheek. "It's alright, dear. A nickname doesn't bother me."
Finding his confidence, Shining squared his withers as if he was preparing for a grand task, nodding a couple of times to himself and looking all around the room until his eyes finally settled on Blueblood's sublime form. "Th-thanks, Bluey."
Hoof outstretched, Blueblood stepped closer towards him, so close that personal space was beginning to become a memory of the past. "Ah-bu-bu! That wasn't the whole thing, Shiny..." She fluttered her long lashes, arching her back and stretching out her nubile, covered body as she made a subtle groan from the movement, which only seemed to make Shining's ears flick back up. "What did you used to call me when were young, hmm?"
"I..." Shining coughed, Cadance scrutinised him with her eyes.
"Well? What did you call her?"
"It—it doesn't matter, it was just a silly little nickname." Blueblood could see the perspiration forming on Shining's forehead and chest, clinging to his fur. "I can barely remember, honestly."
"That's bullshit." Cadance spun on him, a bite to her voice. "Just say it, Shining. I'm curious now."
"A-alright..." Shining's eyes scanned the room, as if he was worried someone else might burst in at any second. Once he'd managed to calm himself a modicum, he drew a deep breath. "I used to call her Bluey, and..."
"Oh, stop being a foal, Shining."
"Fine! I used to call her 'my royal fucktoy', happy now?!"
Cadance only blinked, confusion turning to recognition in a moment, her teeth baring. "I thought you made that up for me... Oh well, doesn't matter really." She shrugged as if it was the least important revelation ever, but Blueblood could see her wings twitching as if they wanted to break free from an invisible restraint.
"Never were the most inventive, were you, Shiny? Or were you just trying to pretend that Cadance was me at first? That's a silly question, of course you were." Blueblood squeezed her eyes shut with an innocent, happy grin. "It's nice to hear it again, but you didn't do the whole thing!"
"What do you mean 'the whole thing'?" Shining cocked his head, Cadance still looked slightly dumbfounded, conflicted, livid.
"Say 'thank you, my royal fucktoy'. Look at me when you say it, too."
Cadance spun on her with her hind legs pressed low, looking like she might pounce on her at any moment. It wouldn't be their first sisterly spat, but it sure had been a while since they'd had a good tussle. "Blueblood, you're taking this too far now. He's not going to say that, he's the father of my child for fuck's sake. Stop being so pathetic and quit while you're ahead, you don't want to piss me off."
Princess Blueblood blinked in confusion, turning to Cadance with a quizzical expression. "Am I... forgetting something? You see, last I checked, you came to me asking for something for nothing. To make matters worse, for the millionth damn time you've had an opportunity to apologise for what you did to me, and look, not an ounce of remorse." Blueblood bit the inside of her lip hard enough to form tears in her eyes. "I think that—" a sniffle, "—after e-everything you've put me through, I deserve one little memory of the stallion that used to be mine... Is that so much to ask for?"
Cadance looked extremely unimpressed, doubtless she saw right through it. "You're not going to drop this until you get your own way, are you?"
Blueblood blinked away her fake tears with a smile. "Not unless you apologise, I won't."
"It was seven damn years ago!" Cadance snapped, throwing her hooves up as she flared her wings. "I didn't steal him from you, he came to me to complain about how you were treating him! Ignoring him, not making time for him, expecting him to do everything for you!"
"And like the wonderful, illustrious 'sister' that you are, instead of being a listening ear and helping him through how he was feeling, or maybe giving him a little advice, what did you do?"
"I gave him what you weren't willing to! Affection!" Cadance defended, her wings stiff, her face ever reddening.
"You made a move on him. You fucked him. You fucked him behind my back for two months straight, two bloody months, and how did I end up finding out in the end? Him leaving me for you, your guiltless admittance as you hid behind your false righteousness, just like you are now. And now you parade him around in front of me, using words like 'my husband' just to get on my nerves." Shining had backed up a couple of steps by now, but Blueblood was approaching Cadance yet again, a snarl about her and a stomp to her hooves. "I may wear it more openly, but you're just as much of a bitch as I am, sister. Even worse, you're a spiteful one."
Cadance actually began to back up as Blueblood approached, her stance defensive, but soon crumbling under her step-sister's words. "You know you should have treated him better than you did. You know what you were like."
"And yet you thought you knew best, that rather than give me advice on the matter, help us work through it, you'd take him for yourself. That's the thing that really bites me, Cadance. You didn't just take my stallion, but you took him through infidelity and then became the Princess of Celestia-damned Love. Look at the irony in that! And then you got your pair of wings and your little kingdom in the snow, and you got to go and play princess, gave him everything I never could. Me? What was I left with?"
Cadance opened her mouth to respond, but words didn't form.
"I didn't even have you when all was said and done. Not even the sister I was raised with, that I considered my own family even if we didn't share blood. You decided he was more important than our relationship."
Cadance grit her teeth hard, but through sheer force of will, she managed to produce a response. "I'm not sorry. Maybe I should be, but I'm not, I admit it. Maybe you didn't deserve what I did to you, but you didn't deserve Shining either. I made him happy. Our love defended all of Equestria once. None of that would have happened if he had stayed with you, he might have still been miserable now."
For a moment, Blueblood considered her words. She lowered herself onto her haunches, keeping her eyes even with the pair of them. "I want some time with Shining."
Cadance's brow furrowed as she leaned forwards, her eyes vaguely threatening. "You've got time now, say whatever you want."
"Alone time, Cadance. We need to finally talk this through together and get a little closure."
"You're... I can't believe you'd really go this far over a grudge, Blueblood."
"Maybe you don't understand what it feels like to have someone take away something you loved. No, wait, you do. Remember Chrysalis? What would you do to her if you could for how she treated your husband? Would you just forgive her, no questions asked?" Cadance's silence only proved her point. "Didn't think so. Mind waiting outside? We shouldn't be too long."
Cadance raised a hoof to protest, then lowered it with a sigh. Looking to her husband, she leaned forwards and placed a soft peck on his lips. "Shining, sweetheart, please don't forget that I exist while I'm gone. I'll be waiting for you when you're finished speaking."
"I know, honey. I promise I wouldn't." Shining gave a solemn nod, and Cadance teleported out of the room.
"Funny," Blueblood chuckled as she watched Cadance's pink essence dissipate in her peripherals. "You said the same thing to me, once. Well, Shiny... Have you missed me all of these years?"
When he responded, he could only bring himself to look to the floor in shame. "You know I have. I never hated you, or anything, it wasn't fair to completely cut off communication with you like I did, no matter how you might have been at the time." Shining bit his lip, braving a look upwards. "Cadance might not want to admit it, but I will. I really am sorry for that, it wasn't right."
"None of it was right," Blueblood laughed, rising to her hooves with a long stretch and flicking her tail, being sure to show off every facet of her curvy body as she did so. "But I'm over it."
This took Shining by surprise, his eyes widening. "Wait, you are? Then why did you say everything you just did to Cadance?"
"Don't misunderstand. Just because I'm not angry at you anymore doesn't mean I'm not angry at her. She was my family and she betrayed me. She even felt what it was like to have you taken afterwards, and it still did nothing to sway her guilt. That's the part I care about. You? Heh..." Blueblood walked forwards with a slow, relaxed stride, eyes travelling up and down his body as she sized him up. "You were fun, and I did like you... but the only reason we're in this room alone right now is because I want to make Cadance sweat a little."
Shining seemed frozen in place, and Blueblood couldn't help but wonder if she'd damaged his ego. He'd always been a little sensitive in that regard, and being told that he wasn't the important one, that he wasn't being fought over? That must have stung a little. "Well, I liked you too... and I liked us, way back when, even if it was a little destructive. I'm glad we had the experience, at least."
And with a damaged ego, he was suddenly that much more eager to impress, to make her remember why he was so great. He was so easy to influence it almost felt unfair. "I wore my makeup just like I used to today, just for you. Thought you might like to remember how things used to be, just for a little while... How do I look? More mature?"
"No, you look exactly how you used to, almost as if these last seven years never happened... The dress feels like something you used to wear too..." Shining took a shaky step forwards, his breath coming out unsteadily. "Did you really make Cadance leave us alone just so we could speak?"
"Hmm, did you have something else in mind?" Blueblood blinked innocently, each small step closing the distance between them. She moved forwards with a sultry smile, edging closer and closer to Shining's inert face before brushing straight past him, her tail flicking against his side as she began to walk up the steps towards the throne. "Remember when we used to stare at this seat with wonder? When we would imagine what it would be like to have it be ours?"
Shining chuckled despite himself, his eyes glazed over as he looked at her, at the throne, reminiscing about times long past. "Of course I do. It was such a constant thing, after all." He began to ascend, standing next to her only a pace from the seat, a little too large for either of them but inviting all the same. "It's so strange to be standing with you here again, doing exact the same thing. Not a bad strange, though."
"You remember that one time we fucked in it? Celestia was in bed, we'd convinced the guards they were needed in the courtyard, and you sat in that chair with me as I rode your stiff cock..." Blueblood licked her lips, flicking her mane back. "How did it feel to be a king?"
"Heh, like an elaborate fantasy. So close to the real thing, it might as well have been..." Shining's wistful stare broke off. He flinched, moving back an inch. "It wasn't real, though. And it was the past."
"Sit in it again, Shiny. I want to see you be my king one more time."
Shining moved to take a step forwards, but faltered. "I shouldn't..."
"No, you shouldn't." Blueblood inched closer, her hot breath tickling Shining's ear. "Do it anyway."
He didn't speak, but he didn't argue either. Slowly, with shuddering, fearful movements, he placed himself on the throne, sitting in front of Blueblood and attempting to make himself comfortable. "How do I look?" he laughed, making no attempt to downplay the anxiety in his voice.
"Strong, handsome, familiar..." Blueblood advanced on him with each whisper, and Shining shrunk back, his spine pressing against the back of the throne as he ran out of space to retreat to, his eyes panicked and rooted to Princess Blueblood's.
"We shouldn't be doing this..."
Blueblood leaned forwards, brushing her lips against his, the feeling of soft electricity dancing between two tender, soft lovers who had found one another yet again. "Doing what?"
"This, we shouldn't—"
"Then stop me." Blueblood poked her tongue out, licking at Shining's closed lips, and against his better nature elicited a giggle. It was all the angle she needed to take him by surprise, firmly pressing her lips against his and locking him in a kiss.
His eyes were open in shock for only a moment, but they squeezed tightly shut soon enough, and though she could feel the trepidation coursing through his tense muscles, Blueblood persisted to take that which she had lost, piece by piece with each manoeuvre of her soft lips, breaking down Shining's barriers and opening him up even as she softly pulled his lips apart and introduced her tongue to his.
It was then that they began to speak another language, one of soft, blissful touches that resonated throughout their bodies, of long forgotten moments of passion that had been thrown away only to be rediscovered, of thunderous ignition in their hearts and minds from a sweet taboo that they broke together.
Blueblood stabbed through Shining's reluctance, her tongue the spear, she pressed it against his and reminded him just who they had been, how they'd been joined as one in the past, and through all of his worries, Shining could make no real effort to break away, to fight back.
Blueblood might have felt more guilty if it wasn't for the vindication, or the fact that his lips tasted so damn good.
She deepened the kiss, pressing against him harder and muffling out all of the words that they might have said to each other instead, this collection of slowly building moans and pants able to say more than either of them could ever manage otherwise. They fought for control of the kiss, Shining pressing off of the back of the seat and pushing back, almost aggressive in his engagement, as if he was desperately clinging to something he was fearful of losing, or perhaps reasserting his dominance after so long gone.
Blueblood could feel Shining pressing against her chest, his coat warm and hooves rough and large as he began to run them over her mane, threading them through strands of her hair and angling down to her back, rubbing softly through her dress, grabbing at her and applying a touch of pressure, breaking his kiss for a breath only to dive back in of his own accord. Blueblood couldn't help but enjoy it, it demanded to be enjoyed, to be indulged in and repeated for the sake of the memory. Even if Blueblood had absolutely nothing to gain from this, she would still be on cloud nine in this moment.
But she did have something to gain, and while sensation was beginning to take over, she endeavoured to keep that in mind as she pulled away, pushing Shining back and inspecting his toned body with a mischievous grin. He had filled out a little with age, but was still in peak physical condition, his body toned and muscular, his mane and fur incredibly well-kempt. "Seems you've got me at a disadvantage," she purred, running a hoof down his chest and then back up to flick his chin with a giggle. "You're undressed already, and I'm—well, I'm wearing this dress..." A lean forwards, pressing her weight against him as she found his ear once more. "Well, and the matching thong..."
Shining looked up at her as she pulled back, doe eyed. After a long moment of frozen silence, he began to pull at her dress between kisses, still pushing his tongue against hers hard and wrapping it around in fast, fluid circles, pulling her dress up as Blueblood threaded it around her hooves. He pulled it over her head, forcing them both to break away from the kiss and throwing her mane askew, and the two of them laughed as they kissed, their lips in constant contact.
Shining began to finally touch her body with nothing covering or constricting, feeling each of her curves for its natural magnificence. He was rough, he was manic with his movements and quick to grab and touch each part of her that he could reach, as if attempting to affirm that he was in fact real and standing before him. Blueblood appreciated the feeling, even when it was uncomfortable. There was a heat to it, a certain affection that came with his heavy-handedness that told her just how he was feeling in the moment, and drowned out any concern that it might have been too much.
And she wanted to touch him too, to see just how he felt after so long. She placed her softer, more polished hooves against his chest, head cocked to the side as she inspected the feeling. He was firm and powerful as always, just as he looked, and beneath his chest she could feel his heart thumping with the energy of a riotous drummer. She held the hoof in place, hoping to appear sentimental, and once the moment passed, drew closer yet again, kissing the same area.
A single touch of lips against fur, and she began to work her way up to Shining's neck. He gasped, leaning back in his seat and scrunching his eyes shut, and Blueblood couldn't help but grin when she saw just how easily she'd managed to produce such results. She was diligent in her task, being sure to lick, kiss, and nip at his body in the ways she so keenly remembered he enjoyed most, even innovating once or twice, showing off what seven more years of experience could give to a mare such as her.
Familiar, but different. Like a tribute to a wonderful song.
Shining's breath was becoming increasingly heavy and drawn out. His chest rose and fell visibly, and beneath, where Blueblood's belly was pressed against Shining's hind legs as she continued to give his neck attention, she was sure she could feel something hard beginning to unsheathe and poke at her soft coat. It was suffocating for him, of course, and each second of attention only caused the poor stallion to grow harder, his cock engorging and filling out even as he pushed upwards only the slightest bit, delighting in the sensation of his head rubbing against the texture of Blueblood's white, fluffy coat.
They reconnected like two puzzle pieces fitting together. Blueblood kissed her way down Shining's chest, not wanting to leave him unattended for too long. She teased her way down, her mouth's ministrations meticulous and magical, delighting in every movement of her stallion's body, every reaction against her. It wasn't long until the object of her interest finally came into view, long, rigid, and thick, just as she remembered. Time definitely hadn't changed just how tasty it looked, either, and he was growing desperate for her to take a sample.
"Looks like my king is ready to be serviced..." Blueblood kissed at his underbelly, hovering her lips just above his cock, being sure to never touch, to not give away that bit of influence she held over him, the power to please or to deny... "But what would my king grant me for such an act? Would he be very generous to the princess that helped him in his time of need?"
Shining blinked from above her, his eyebrows knitted, too distracted to fully comprehend Blueblood's request, the angle she'd been driving at the entire time. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Blueblood shrugged her withers, lightly brushing her hoof against Shining's cock, which bobbed upwards in response in desperation to retain the touch. "It's just, I feel as if a benevolent king would give me a role befitting my own generosity as his loyal servant..." Another brush, a soft lick against his tip that made him shudder from top to bottom. "Perhaps he would even make me a duchess in the Crystal Empire?"
"Bluey, I don't know if that's—" Blueblood silenced him with a slow, teasing stroke of her hoof, beginning at the tip and slowly, torturously pulling it all the way to the base before becoming still once more.
Blueblood batted her eyelashes once, flashing a smirk. "Are you entirely sure? If you want, we can conclude our dealing now, and you can go back home. It's your choice, my king."
"F-fuck... Fine, a duchess, whatever you want, just don't stop now, not after we've gone so far..."
"I have your word?" She didn't wait for a response, pushing her lips onto his cock and looking up at him with eyes that shone of youth and affection, flicking her tongue against his head and swirling it to acquire a taste of the pre that had already began to build.
"Y-yes, of course, just please—oh, shit..." Princess Blueblood worked for her new title, pushing her muzzle down and taking more of her old partner's length, her eyes closed as she mentally flashed back to the first time this had happened, in the same place, so many years ago. She'd wanted the crown then, and was willing to do whatever she could to get closer to it, and the same rang true now.
That said, it helped that she was enjoying this time so fucking much.
She angled her head around his impressive length, bobbing down lower and taking more of his thickness in her wet maw, sliding up and down and being sure to polish him thoroughly, pulling back to leave his cock glistening wet and so sensitive that simply blowing air on it was enough to make it twitch in tremulous enjoyment. She could feel herself growing wet also, her thong thoroughly soaked, and she knew it was only a matter of time until the two of them met in the ultimate act of reacquaintance, but she'd make sure he was really riled up first.
She pushed her head lower, taking all of him inside, her throat stretching and swallowing around him if only to adjust to his size, and once she'd found herself thoroughly planted in place, Shining clearly on the edge of losing his restraint, of becoming merciless and wanting above anything else, she pulled back, her action accompanied by a load moan on his part, as she made sure to drag her tongue up all the way. "You were about to try and fuck my throat, were you not?"
Between pants, Shining grasped at his cock, giving it a few rapid jerks. "I was considering it, yeah..."
Blueblood reached out and halted his hoof, moving it back to the arm of the chair and beginning to clamber up, using her magic to pull her thong to the side, a zephyrous musicality to her voice. "I think I've got a better alternative for you, my handsome king."
Not that she had to explain what that was, she'd rather show him. Rubbing herself forwards, she felt the brush of his shaft against her folds, a tingle that shot through her body and forced her breath out of her. Eyes closed, using her magic to line the pair of them up, she moved a millimetre at a time, allowing the head of his sensitive cock to touch her lips, to push past them. She slid herself down his length as she felt him beginning to fill her, letting out her own groans and grunts from the exertion of acclimating to the pain, the enjoyment.
He felt thicker than ever inside her, filling her completely, just as he used to, and as Blueblood's ass began to press against his lap, him having finally bottomed out, she felt a push that racked her body and made her cry out in pleasure, her hind hooves almost going numb from the feeling.
But she couldn't afford to let up, she knew he was already close, and this would seal the deal in the best way ever conceived. She began to lift herself up, though she wanted him to do all the work. She raised her hips, looking him straight in the eye as she did so, before bouncing back down, allowing him to fill her once more, feeling the rapturous sensual hum shooting through her, one that grew in intensity as she picked up her pace, moving faster and harder to an invisible rhythm, building up and losing control, hoofing it over and then taking it back, dancing and swaying in time with another, the slap of her ass connecting with his lap the continuous beat.
She was moaning hard already, and soon his voice joined the chorus, and already Blueblood knew that he was preparing to explode, to shoot his seed into her and paint her with it, mark her as his one final time, his and his alone.
And she'd make sure he did, she'd make sure that she took every last drop from him, riding as fast as she could, the shake of her ass seeming to mesmerise Shining as he remained in place through sheer will, somehow managing not to finish even when Blueblood gave it her all, slamming down on him as hard as she could and making sure he filled her fully with each connection of their bodies.
Heh, if he wanted to play games, they could play games. Blueblood switched up her rhythm, beginning to only move around his head, contracting and tightening her pussy on the tip of his cock, edging him as she stared into his eyes, a hoof rubbing circles around his chest. "Was this what you wanted, Shiny? Is that what you've been thinking about, all these years?"
I stayed perfectly still, hovering above him and squeezing hard, and he took the bait, beginning to slam up, using his hooves to hold my hips in place as he sent throes of monumental passion cascading through my being. "Yes... yes it is, you know it is, Fuck..."
"Then why don't you make my yours, Shiny?" Blueblood pushed slightly lower, beginning to match his upward thrusts with her own momentum, bringing them ever closer to mutual release.
"You are mine..."
"Your royal fucktoy?" Blueblood panted, her eyes scrunched shut and body screaming all over, brain scattered by the disparate sensations flooding her all over, and the ceaseless pounding centreing around all of it building to a ecstatic climax.
"My royal fucktoy..." he repeated, and the words were enough for either of them. He bottomed out with a loud grunt, one that rang in Blueblood's ears, and her pussy tightened heavily around his length as he began to empty his load inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of his own seed even as she finally reached climax also. Waves of pleasure washed over her, stealing her away from the throne she sat on and pulling her into the clouds.
It was a high she wished she could ride forever, sat in perfect stillness, the only sound that of him, the only feeling the millions being shot between them, her body shutting down and igniting all at once, but with his second and third spurts hitting her tight walls, his throbbing cock finally halted, and both of them released a breath they'd been holding for what might have been ten seconds, but felt like seven years.
A kiss on the cheek, and Blueblood climbed off of him, being sure to redress herself and use magic to clean up, not too difficult of a task. The whole while, he looked guilty, embarrassed, like he wasn't sure what to do next, after everything that had just happened.
Time for the final phase. "Shiny, listen to me." She looked him straight in the eyes with a heavy sincerity about her, and he found himself affixed to the spot, caught by her stare. "What we had, it was special. But you're right, it's over now. What just happened, what we just did? It's a memory, that's all it is. We'll never speak about it again, and it'll never happen again. But I wanted you to remember, and honestly, I wanted to remember too, what it was like to have you."
Shining didn't seem sure what to say, nor how to dispute, so he only nodded.
Blueblood's tone became sweet, and already she was singing a victory song in her head. "What Cadance said was true, she loves you. She has treated you far better than I ever would've, and you two belong together. I don't want you to think about what you did with guilt anymore, or for her to. I'd like for us to all put it behind us, put everything behind us."
"Y-yeah, you're right..." Shining shook his head, taking a couple of breaths. "What we just did might have been wrong, but... it's all been wrong. It's all been screwed up, and none of it has been fair on you. But I do love Cadance, more than anything. Even if I did think about you once or twice, honestly, I think a lot of the reason was guilt, not that I wanted you more, or anything. I think somehow, in some way, we've actually managed to clear things up here." He chuckled to himself. "Or maybe that's just the afterglow speaking."
"Who knows? Either way, now that I'm going to be a duchess of the Crystal Empire, I'll be sure to patch things up with Cadance soon also. You'll likely both be seeing more of me in the coming weeks, and it will be nice to put all of this mess behind us."
It took a few seconds for Shining's ears to perk and his eyes to widen in realisation. "Fuck, I did agree to that, didn't I?"
"Your fault for thinking with your cock, Shiny."
Blueblood didn't expect it, but Shining Armour actually laughed at that. "You always know how to get what you want, don't you?"
Princess Blueblood flashed her sister's husband a wink, flicking him with her tail as she made for the door. "You know something, Shiny? I haven't even started yet."
