Over the past few days, I had searched much of the manor already. Whether it was finding the library or just the torture room. I knew it pretty well, but I hadn’t actually gone onto the second floor yet.

The entrance to the ballroom had been closed reforming the stairs. We went down the left upper hallway going past a few doors, ending up at two wooden ones. They opened with his magic, and we went into the room.

“Hello, Duke Silver Tip, I am truly sorry for the wait.” Time seemed to slow down as I peered inside the room.

“Ah, Prince Jerard High Blood,” Silver Tip said, smiling and bowing slightly while on one of the sofas. Fear went through me locking my joints seeing Sweetie Belle sitting next to him with a large golden necklace around her neck, which had three large emeralds on it in the shape of roses.

“Duke Silver Tip, it is pleasant for you to visit.” Master bowed.

“Thank you, my Prince.”

Both of the doors shut behind us. The room had black carpet with white walls, one side had a large wooden round table with a brown booth around it. The other side of the room had two black rounded sofas facing each other with nothing in between. Silver Tip was sitting on the sofa with the back against the east wall.

“I thank you for the advance warning.”

“You’re welcome, though this time, I figured I should have some kind of warning before my arrival.”

Without a cue, Master went and sat down on the sofa across from them. Master pulled me in front of him, hugging me tightly against his belly. I looked up at him smiling as he nuzzled me sweetly.

“You are my guest since you did, and I’m assuming this is serious business,” Master said, his posture a bit rigid.

“I’m now the sole heir to the Rosemetal name.”

“Really? I didn’t know you could do that since your father and mother passed some time ago. Congratulations on your, um, increase in status.”

Silver Tip looked down. “My sister was accused of murdering a pony not long ago. I wasn’t alerted to it, till she was executed after a guilty verdict was found in another country, a few days ago.” Master frowned. “So I am the last of my family.”

“I’m sorry for you loss.”

“It’s worse than that. They found after the case that somepony had paid off the jury. She was innocent. They caught the real killer not more than a day after the case. I am in court with the country over wrongful death. My lawyers have told me that the case is extremely strong and that it will end with a multimillion gold bit settlement. The fact they failed to tell me of the case was very wrong. I could have gotten her a lawyer, or-or have, I don’t know. I could’ve at least been there.”

“Just tell me their names, and I will ensure they pay for this crime. Not a single one will get away.”

“You know I won’t do that, she wouldn’t have wanted it.”

Master looked down. “I am very sorry, I did not mean to insult you.”

“I know, and I thank you more than you know.” Silver Tip trembled. “I’m going to miss her greatly.” A few tears went down his face, and Master kissed my head. “I am, however, still mad that they cremated her body. So there is not much else I am able to do at the moment. I’m having her things moved though.” Silver’s voice gave out slightly, and he hugged Sweetie Belle which gave him a sorrowful look.

“I am truly sorry for your loss,” Master said, bowing. “She was a great mare, a great friend, and a great leader of industry.”

“She was, and so much more.”

“If you wish for any aid or assistance, please you only need to ask.”

“I’d like you to come to the funeral once I receive her ashes.”

“Not even Celestia will pull me asunder.”

“Thank you.”

“Is there anything else you need? We are brothers. You know that well. There is nothing you could not ask for.”

“May I stay here for a while? I’m having my sister’s things… moved into storage, and it’ll take some time. I do not wish to see them being removed. My sister is—” He shook his head a bit. “Was very dear to me.”

“Of course, as long as you like. Sadly with business and my own dealings I won’t be around as much, as I’d like.”

“That’s fine. I won’t be a bother. I just don’t want to be there when they take care of her things. It’s… too sad.”

“I understand very well. Al!” Al opened the door and walked into the room. “Set a room for Duke Silver Tip. He will be staying for a while. Make sure to ready meals while he stays here.”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else you need, Duke Silver Tip?”

“No, thank you.”

“Sir?”

“Have breakfast ready please. I’m hungry.” Al bowed and then left the room. “Now then, please. Who is this filly I see next to you?”

“Seeing as I am the last of my family. Not an aunt or uncle to my name. I decided I should get married. This is my fiancée.” He motioned to Sweetie Belle. “Say hello to Prince High Blood.”

“Hello, Prince High Blood.” She bowed, and Master smiled. “I am Sweetie Belle, my father is Magnum. Perhaps you’ve met him, or at least heard of him.”

“I’ve never heard of him.”

Sweetie Belle smiled probably figuring that. “Oh, um. Well he’s the best hoof-ball coach pony in Ponyville.”

“More like the only one.” I scoffed. Master frowned making me flinch.

“Still makes him the best,” Sweetie Belle sang making Silver Tip chuckle.

“You’re from Ponyville?” Master asked.

“Yes, in fact I was in the same class as Scootaloo.” Master’s expression faded instantly as his hug’s grip around me increased. The feeling of being crushed, oh it felt great. “We’re great friends.”

I giggled, and they looked at me. “We’re more than just great friends, we’re best friends and part of the Cutie Mark Crusaders.” Master gripped tightened so much that I started to become wet, it felt like my breath was burning my insides. “We did everything together, and-and-and, oh, I’ve seemed to have lost my train of thought.” Realizing what I was doing, he instantly let go of me, and I grunted. “Fine, we really are great friends, nothing else to it. We’ve both been big parts of each other’s lives.”

“Is that so?” Master smiled petting me softly. “Well, care to enlighten me more on how you met your, fiancée?”

“Ah yes. Well after, what happen…with my sister, I decided to get married. I went to the royal matchmaker at the castle. She looked at my prospects and choose from a list of suitors. She said that my personality and hers were very highly compatible and mixed well. That she would make a splendid wife.”

“I didn’t realize they went so… young.”

“Normally they don’t. However since I happen to remark I was looking for a young wife which was from somewhere humble. It just so happen that her father started looking for a husband for her. Now of course he wasn’t expecting a full on proposal, and he was more testing the waters than actually looking, but after hearing about Sweetie Belle’s cutie mark. I knew I had to marry her.”

“Oh?” Master asked, eyeing Sweetie Belle.

She turned showing her cutie mark. “I’m a singer,” she said happily.

“Oh. Like Silver Tip’s sister.” Master chuckled.

“Hey sometimes life gives us signs. My sister just passed and there just so happen to be a filly with the same talent. How could I not take that chance?”

“I suppose that isn’t that strange. Scootaloo looks like my daughter. So I guess we all have our own styles.”

“Anyway, the Matchmaker said we’d be a happy couple. I then asked her father and he said yes of course. After that I came here to tell you first, and that our wedding will be in a few weeks once the preparations and Princess Luna becomes available for us. Otherwise it’s a few years wait.”

“I'll be there as well, and congratulations.”

“Thank you very much. Also may I ask when you and Scootaloo plan on getting married?”

“I have not asked Princess Celestia for an audience for a marriage ceremony. So no date has been set for that, nor do I think we will set one. It’s mostly because having a marriage ceremony is pointless for us really. I already sent in the documentation for Princess Celestia to sign, all she has to do is send me back the paperwork, and we’ll be married legally. We really don’t need to make an event of it, so nothing else needs to be done. It’s basically already assured to be accepted.”

“Wait, already?” Silver Tip had a look of pure shock across his face along with Sweetie Belle.

“It’s long past the point where not being married is a good idea. After this whole thing came out, I need to cement my position quickly before somepony tries to do some stupid court maneuver to stop me.”

Looking up, he looked down and kissed me. I smiled, and he rubbed my belly reaching under my shirt, forcing me to stand up a bit, enjoying my kiss and rub. Master’s warmth washed through me. He pulled backed, I had to fight against myself from forcing him to the ground and kissing him more.

“I love you, Master.” My words made him grin, but he glanced at them, they were staring at us blankly. His eyes went back down to me.

“I love you too, Scootaloo.” I smiled cuddling into Master. “What’s wrong? Never seen two lovers kiss before?” I frowned lightly hearing his tone. I didn’t know how, but Sweetie Belle had also noticed it. It sounded like he was edging them on or something. Almost like a challenge or something.

“Not like that,” Sweetie Belle said, looking at Silver Tip with fiery intent in her eyes.

Silver Tip looked at her. “What?” he asked.

“Kiss me.”

“I d-”

“It’s alright,” Master said, and they looked at him. “It’s understandable. You’ve only known each other for a day.”

Oh how I couldn’t help but grin. “He’s right,” I said looking at Sweetie Belle. “There is little benefit to rushing.” Master grunted.

“Of course, we’ll only take it at a snail’s—” Silver Tip was interrupted when Sweetie Belle moved, standing up, and pushing Silver Tip to his complete surprise against the sofa with a soft thud. Then kissed him, she moved over him putting her hind hooves in the middle of his legs allowing her to press her body against his. He moved to push her off of him at first, but instead hugged her.

Surprise went across her face this time, but it was easily replaced by a desire that I knew all too well. She wanted more than a kiss, but she didn’t know what that was. I learned on my first day, but she had no clue. A wide smile enticed me to grin. They fit so well, just the way they reacted to each other, it was beautiful. They stopped kissing after a few minutes, and Master smirked.

“Enjoying kissing a filly?” Master jabbed, and they nuzzled each other.

“I think I’m in love,” he said with a lovingly stare, and she grinned.

“What’s wrong?” Sweetie Belle asked, looking worried at us. I looked up at Master. He gave me a puzzled look.

“What?” I asked looking back.

“You’re crying,” Silver Tip said.

Feeling my face, I looked at my hoof, it was wet to my surprise. I didn’t even feel that I was cry. “Sorry, I just cry for no reason sometimes.” I smiled wiping my face. Master turned me around and kissed me. My heart leapt, and he kissed me more stopping my tears in seconds. Joy filled me as he ran his hooves along my sides softly. Why was I sad? Shouldn’t I be happy for her?

My breath shorted and enjoyment washed through me as Master’s rubbing became painful to my insides. Letting my mind go, Master’s warmth flow over me. Everything became enhanced as our tongues meshed and mixed letting me let go, as if his essence was filling me. Master stopped, and I buried my face into his chest. He swirled his hoof around on my back, these feelings, I needed them so badly.

“Anyway. You are both allowed to stay here as long as you like. I have a bit of work to attend to. So I will take my leave for a short while.” Master lifted me into the air, putting me onto his back as he got up. They watched us as we left.

Master and I got a ways down the hallway heading back toward the entrance before Master decided to speak up. “So what do you think?” I kissed Master’s mane. “What do you think of Sweetie Belle?”

“I think they will be perfect for each other.”

“The Rosemetal family is one of the richest. Silver Tip is probably one of the few ponies which I not only respect. So I seriously need what you know about her, I’ve never actually met Sweetie Belle even though I’ve seen her about.”

“Didn’t you stalk me for like weeks?”

“Yes, but I never got a good hold on your friends’ personalities. They weren’t the ones I was interested in.”

“Oh, well, she’s a hoof-full, but I love her deeply. She likes to be in the spotlight and to be at the center of attention, in fact we share a lot of the same traits. Her cutie mark will probably inflate her ego even more though. Especially marrying a duke. But while in Ponyville, we had a lot of fun together, she’s a great pony overall.”

“I see.”

“Sweetie and Apple Bloom are my best friends in the whole world. You won’t hurt them right? Please promise.”

“I promise I won’t hurt them.”

“Thank you, is there anything else you want to know?”

“Actually yes, why would you tell me that?”

“Because I know you’d find out one way or another, and in the end I’d only get hurt and they would get killed. So please, I really don’t want anything bad to happen to them. I’d cry forever if you did.”

“I won’t.”

“Thank you so much,” I whispered lightly, but then cleared my throat. “So what work do you have to do?”

“Nothing much, I just need to mail some letters, maybe rebalance some books to make sure they are right.”

“Oh good, but since you’ll be working can—”

“No,” Master said sternly, interrupting me.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

“Does it deal with you leaving my side, flying, or using your scooter?” I opened my mouth but closed it. “I thought so. No, you’re not allowed to go anywhere even close to leaving my sight.”

“Oh pleas—” He pulled me off his back and slammed me against the wall in the blink of an eye. I coughed, choking from the hard hit. Something was wrong, this hit made me scared not excited. My breathing quickened.

“I said no! And if you ask again, I’m going to break your damn leg.” Fear went through me, and I nodded quickly. He set me in front of him. “To my study,” he growled deeply. “I have work to do.”

I started walking briskly. “I’m-I’m sorry for asking.” Something was wrong, why was I scared? Master didn’t want me flying or using my scooter for some reason, I get that, but did he really have to be so mean about it? “M-master.”

“Yes?” he growled, staring at me as we walked down the stairs.

“You’re scaring me. I thought you were having fun this morning. Did I say something bad again?” I bit my lip.

“Keep walking. After I do my work, we’re going to have some breakfast.”

“Yes, Master.” We kept walking, arriving at his study after a minute. When the doors opened, I went toward his desk, but I hit face first into an invisible shield. He pointed at the ground under me.

“Sit and stay.”

“Yes Master.” Not wanting to disobey, I sat down feeling a bit odd. He went passed where I assumed the shield was possibly lowering it before going behind his desk. Master started writing and making letters.

After a while I shifted in my spot feeling a bit antsy. This was far worse than detention! I was being forced to sit still do nothing! Now this was real torture. When Master’s ear flickered I stopped moving, and looked up at him, studying my Master’s body.

It then dawned on me, and I frowned. I was so close yet so far away from him. This was completely unacceptable! How dare he keep me from him! He had no right. My body became rigid, and I got up gritting my teeth. Master looked at me, and I narrowed my eyes making him eye me.

It didn’t matter that it hurt my hooves when I launched forward, getting onto his desk, and surprising him. He didn’t have time to react as I propelled myself at him sending both of us falling back onto the ground. His chair toppling over next to him, causing him to slam against the ground.

“What are you doing?!” he shouted, getting up really fast, and I got up as well. When I angled my body, he frowned. I jumped to the right toward the wall, but I wasn’t as nearly fast as I was supposed to be. Master easily caught me with his magic lifting me up into the air in front of him.

“Let go of me!” I ordered, and he growled.

“What is wrong with you?! I’m trying to work!”

“Come closer.” He pressed his forehead to mine growling, and I licked his eyeball, catching him off guard and surprising him. I wagged my tail making him step back and rub his eyeball. “Silly Master, come back here.” He stared at me with a bewilderment, he wasn’t sure if he was angry or really what he was. “Closer.”

Carefully he moved me closer letting me kiss him, and then setting me down. Of course releasing me was a bad move because I pushed off the ground, leaping forward into him. In a single second, I sent him back first to the floor. He couldn’t really defend himself as I started kissing him, so he rubbed my sides.

“Okay stop.” I stopped kissing him staring down at him, licking my lips. “I need to work.”

“Nope.”

“Listen you.” I kissed him again, and he hugged me laying me flat against his chest. I smiled. “You want breakfast?”

“Yes.”

“Let me sit in my chair and you’ll get some.” I grinned widely as he got up, picking his chair up, he sat down allowing me to go under the desk.

He started to work, and I smiled at his hidden member, but then rubbed my face into his warm sheath. It was so hot and squashy, this thing used to bring me only terror, but now it seemed like all kinds of fun.

The scribbling on the desk made me lick him as he started showing. My job now was to see how hard it would be to make Master pay attention to me. I started to lick around his tip getting him to become slightly hard.

Once he was completely out, I then sucked on the side, sliding my tongue in a circle getting him nice and hard. With the push of a button his chair lowered considerably allowing me full access.

Master glanced down for a moment as I started to lick around his tiny hole, he looked away leaving me to my work. The warm, fleshy member slid inside my mouth almost seeming to melt as it journeyed down my throat, welcomed.

Swaying my tongue, his legs tensed as I pushed his member deep down my throat. I heard him fall forward onto his desk breathing a bit faster. As I slid up he shivered in delight. Then I started going up and down, twisting my tongue around it, letting it slip as I slid up his member with a slow chill.

Even though I knew where this should go, this felt too good to let go. So I pushed him to the edge and then kept him there. It took him a bit before he was able to go back to work, working slowly. I of course matched his speed.

“Sir,” Al said, making Master sit up straight breathing a bit harshly. “Ms. Cackle is here to speak to you.”

Author's Note

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