It was degrading. That's all that the young woman could say about her new job. Degrading. She had to wear a maid's outfit, perform a maid's duty, and all the while that slimebag Prince Blueblood got to watch her in that skimpy little skirt! It was enough to make the 24 year old Octavia Philharmonica want to scream.
Several months had passed since the day that the dark haired beauty had been evicted from her own apartment thanks to the recent lack of income. Octavia really had no one to blame for this job, however, than herself. After all, it was her and not someone else who had applied, was it not? That still didn't mean that she had to somehow enjoy it. That was back in last August, and it was now in the middle of November.
Octavia still managed to find the time to practice playing her cello, to still revisit the good old days when people were still wanting to listen to classical music, to listen to her heart. The good old days before Electronica and Metal had taken over the music scene. Now she and her fellow band members were out of a job, and the had eventually drifted apart due to the lack of time to just relax and jam.
She didn't really blame the newer music. Had the roles been reversed and "classical" music were coming on to the scene to replace Electronica, she'd know that it wouldn't be intentional. That still didn't make her any less sore about it, though. Months of servitude to pampered nobles can do that to any woman.
Days would go by when no incident would occur, and she'd begin to get her hopes up that the nobles were done flirting with her. Right about that time, some boistrous young "gentleman" would come along and mention all the ways he'd enjoy sticking his cock into her vulva. And just to add insult to injury, she'd had to do so a few times just to keep her job. But the worst was Him. That man, that Prince Blueblood! Oh how she'd love to wring his filthy little neck.
All the eligable (or not so eligable) young bachelors loved to find ways to make her sleep with them, and her count was racking up towards a dismal twenty. But not him. No, Blueblood would stand around, staring lustfully at her fully exposed legs, at her supple as and beautiful black hair. As soon as she'd turn around, he'd just as quickly look away, and deep blush setting on his face. She knew what he wanted, and yet he hadn't yet worked up the nerve to blackmail her like the rest of the nobles. All Octavia wanted was to get it over with.
Time's had changed, there was no denying it. No matter how hard she wished that the world could remain the same as it was, the world would move on regardless. What really irked her, however, was the role the new world had chosen for her. And now life just had to add Blueblood into it. Such was one particular day.
"Octy, can you please be kind enough to clean my room? Thank you."
Such was the regiment of her nightly tour of the castle befor heading to her own quarters. Blueblood, unlike the rest of the men in the castle, always had a nice way of asking, a polite manner to his requests. That didn't change what he was really after, only put a nice, kind mask over his true face. She knew what he really wanted. She knew how badly he wanted it. So what was stopping him?
Octavia walked into the Prince's room, taking in the relative clean that surrounded her. The bed was already made, the dressers kept intact and the clothes in his wardrobe alread hung properly from the racks. A large oaken desk stood against one wall, and there was no sign of any window in the room. That made sense, given that Blueblood's quarters were closer to the center of the castle, and therefor no means to see the light of day from there.
"My Prince, as usual, you're room is in impeccable order. I still fail to understand how you can maintain your quarters in such a manner and still require my services, Sir."
There was a flash of surprise across his normally calm and charming visage, then terror, before resuming the normal mask he wore. Another worn out smirk donned his lips as he met Octavia's gaze. "Why, but to dust and clean my mirror, of course. Just because my sheets have been nicely set doesn't mean that all tasks are complete. Now please, dust my room, if you will."
Octavia really didn't have any sort of rubuttal to that request, especially considering what her job was, so she got to work. While dusting off Blueblood's dresser, she wondered what game this man could be up to. Surely the Prince of Love and Breaker of Hearts didn't get that reputation by hesitation? No, she remembered the last Gala, she remembered the incident of just last May...
As the young lady worked her way around his room, Octavia had to resist the urge to see as to whether or not she was getting stares. She knew that he was, it was simply inevitable. But she'd had yet to confirm it in any way, given his tendency to look away suddenly whenever she turned around. It was nerve-wracking, wondering what exactly he was getting at.
Looking around at what was left to clean, she realized that there was one thing still intact. A mirror stood out on the nearby dresser, and before that moment it had never occurred to her what exactly she could do with it...
His Royal Highness, Princess Blueblood XIV of the Royal House of Canterlot sat at the edge of his bed, seeming lost. He wasn't staring at her ass, surprisingly enough. He was taking her in as a whole, viewing her hair and shoulders instead of just that piece of flesh sticking out. Well, it was time to test out her best techniques.
Careful to not seem too forward, Octavia began to subtly bend forward, slowly and carefully revealing more and more of her soft, pink flesh. The Prince seemed to take notice, despite himself, and his eyes seemed to slowly draw towards her rump as Octavia feigned to be cleaning the lower portion of the mirror. She began to slowly sway her hips, only to find an intense blush creeping across the young man's features.
It was rather odd, seeing this supposed seducer having trouble breathing at the sight of her ass. Sure, many men his age would probably be in the same shoes. But there was no way that someone who had slept with as many women as the Prince could simply have such trouble holding himself together. His eyes slowly drifted up from her legs and rump to her hair again, and then connected with her eyes in the mirror.
Blueblood gasped when he realized that she'd been watching him. If it was at all possible, the young man's blush deepened three fold. He just as quickly averted his gaze, trying not to meet Octavia's eyes or very revealed body. Tavi smirked at that. Apparently even princes can become shy at times. She strode over to the door and quickly grabbed the handle, shutting it off from the outside hall.
"Okay, my Prince. I know you've been looking at me for a while now. Why haven't you...er, tried anything?"
Blueblood didn't try and meet her gaze, instead looking intently towards the floor as if a child being scolding for having been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "I...I can't get..." For once, the normally composed prince had lost his demeaner, completely at a loss as to what to say. It was actually rather cute, watching him stumble over his own words like that, and Octavia couldn't help but smile a little at the sight.
Walking over, she sat down next to him, pulling his chin up with a gentle touch. "It's okay, my Prince. I know, everyone has an image to uphold." She looked deeply into his eyes, almost seeing into the depths of his soul. There was something...different there. Something otherworldly, a lost type of human being that had for the longest time been foreign to this world.
"I...you can call me Blueblood, Octavia, or Blue if you don't mind being more friendly."
"But you're a prince, my Prince! How is it in my place to call you something so casual?"
"Prince is a title, something I was born with. It has its responsiblities and its duties, but that's not all that I am, Tavi." She didn't object to the more personal nickname, and it still surprised her that he even knew her name to begin with. "I don't want to live my whole life being nothing but a title, Tavi. I wish, for just once, to have friends, real friends, and not just be hounded for my position. I want to...I want to be human."
There were tears running down his face by this point, and he seemed to look into her eyes with not lust, but longing. Longing to belong, to feel, to be more than just the prince that he was.
"There was a time, Tavi, that I once took what people said about me for granted, that what they expected of me was what I really am. They were wrong, and so was I to believe them. At the last Gala I finally saw myself for what I really was, for who I'd allowed myself to become for the sake of my image. It wasn't me! But a wise man once told me that no man nor woman can wear two faces for too long without becoming confused as to which is the real one. He was right."
Octavia pulled him into an embrace, feeling her own heartstrings being pulled in a similar fashion when she weighed his words with her own life. How could she have been so stupid as to buy into the whole idea of being nothing but a whore for the use of any noble bastard that wanted her?! It made her mad to have never seen through it. Tears of her own started to fall freely at that point. She pulled him closer, letting him cry over her shoulder as she did over his. It felt good to finally let it all out.
"I think I can do what I need to, what Equestria needs me to do. But I will never again be the man I once was. I've decided on which face is mine, and I won't have it any other way. And I know, Tavi, that you'll do the same. Why do I always ask for you to clean my chambers when I could ask anybody I wanted? I guess it's because you're like me, only fitting into a title."
Blueblood pulled back, meeting her gaze with his own. "Tavi, you're a truly beautiful woman, not from just the outside, but also from within. I can see it in everything you do. I've heard your music before, heard the beauty and inflections in what you write." Tavi blushed at that. He really loves me, doesn't he? "I've never really felt so...drawn to a woman before. But, I don't know. It's almost like..."
"It's okay, Blue. I know what you mean. I just wish that I'd seen you for who you are long before now."
There is no way that I'm letting this one go, she thought to herself.
Octavia looked down at his lips, seeing for the first time how kissable they really seemed...Blueblood's face slowly drew nearer at the same time that Tavi's did. Their lips met with a gentle brushing of the heart, lips locking and drawing on each other.
There are many types of kisses in the world, ranging from all peoples and all circumstances. There are the agressive kisses, where one or both parties simply play tug-of-war with each others' mouths simply for the sake of closeness. There are some couples that only peck each others' lips, choosing not to elicit a moan from the others mouth by a more intimate fashion. Then there are the type that draw into the closeness they desire. This was none of these.
As their lips met for the first time, there was an almost electric charge to their meeting, an almost indescribable intimacy to their connection. It was almost as if it were truly meant to be, a meeting between to lost souls, always seeking out each other. At that moment, both parties decided that this, this was the person they wanted to be with, not just for sex or intimacy, but a companion with which to share the rest of their lives with. They wished to live together, to be wed, to live life with each other and maybe even have children together. God can fuck whatever the people thought, titles and roles in life were irrelevant.
It's a truly beautiful thing, to see a couple of soulmates finally find each other. Many people have found partners in life that they can happily grow old with, die and have children with. But it is the rarest of things, finding the perfect match. There is harmony in it, a true friendship of the most intimate kind. That's what was between Octavia Philharmonica and Prince Blueblood. It was meant to be, and they revelled in the realization of it.
They slowly and reluctantly parted lips, gasping for breath. Magenta orbs met blue, and there seemed to be nothing but love in each others' eyes. A smile broke on both their lips as a kind, joy filled laugh emenated from both their lips. There was true bliss there, like nothing they'd ever felt before.
"Tavi, I love you."
"I love you too, Blue."
And with that, their lips met again for another passionate kiss. The world may think what it will, that one or the other must depart for political or social reasons. Neither cared. They'd found true love, and nothing could possible part them.
Octavia drew back, meeting his gaze. She slowly stood up, feeling her heartbeat quickening at what she planned to do. The flush slowly spreading across Blue's face only pointed out that he was probably thinking along the same lines. Tavi drew back, slowly reaching for the clasp on the back of her outfit.
"Um, Tavi, are you sure?"
"Never surer."
And with that, Octavia Philharmonica did the one thing she never thought she'd voluntarily do. The clasp released down the back of the dress, and it fell to her feet. The atire had been designed for this to a degree, and the brassier and panties now shone out lustrously against her pale flesh. She pulled the back of the bra, and watched as it slid down her form, revealing the supple but petite breasts underneath.
Blueblood seemed to be almost gasping for breath at the sight, and his breathing only intensified when Octavia pulled down her panties, revealing the beautiful slit beneath it. The black haired lady drew nearer, breathing somewhat heavily as she crawled up onto the Prince's lap, rubbing up against his body.
Octavia started pulling at his belt, whipping it out of the loops meant to hold it in place. Blueblood's hands had trouble staying at his side, so he stopped trying to resist. In this case, resistance was futile anyways. The young woman meticulously unbuttoned his shirt, revealind the hairy chest within. Slowly reaching down, she pulled his pants away and let the now hardening cock splay out from its hiding place.
And just like that, their bodies met, pulling eachother closer, tighter. They kissed passionately for the third time that night, their bodies rubbing up at each other, skin tingling at nothing but the mere ecstasy of contact. Tavi helped pull Blueblood over towards the center of the bed, laying back, fully exposing her now gleaming vulva to his sight and touch.
The young Prince straddled her, thrusting forward until his cock slipped into her dripping pussy. Octavia moaned at the sensation of sudden penetration, turning Blue on even more. His dick didn't start immediately pumping away however, instead electing to more slowly and intimately.
Octavia gasped as she felt the walls of her vagina clenching to the errect member inside of her, trying desperately to pull him farther in. He was now a good two inches into her pussy, and she was visibly shuddering at the euphoria now splashing through her nervous system. A soft moan started to escape her lips at the feeling of his shaft drawing futher and further into her.
Rather than immediately hilting her like most of the other nobles had done, he decided to be gentle with her, thrusting in only a little farther than the last stroke, then retracting his penis. This was turning Tavi on even more, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to draw him closer in.
"Please, Blue. Can you go egh! Harder?!"
With her permission, Blue felt that he was ready to hilt her. Giving a sudden and violent thrust, he felt his balls smack into her ass as his penis drove deeply into Tavi's folds, causing both of them to gasp rather loudly. He slowly pulled his cock back outwards, stopping just shy of exiting his soumate's vagina.
"I love you, Tavi. I don't care what the other nobles say, what Celly of Luna think, I love you."
With that, he thrust back forward, pushing in as far as he could go. Octavia's legs wrapped around his waste, pulling him into a deep and intimate lock. She pulled him into another kiss, their tongues darting into each others' mouths as he thrust again. They pulled each other tighter, moaning into the kiss as yet another stroke was given.
It's hard to say when exactly they started to approach their climax, but it started becoming clearer and clearer as the thrusting and moaning became more and more erratic and less methodical. Their bodies were fairly covered in sweat, and Octavia's precum was drippling down from her folds as his shaft drew in and out. Blueblood knew that he was approaching, and wanted to make sure that he didn't get off until she did.
Every man with at least a little sexual experience knows how to get a woman off. Right above that hole known as a vagina is a rather hardened nub called the clitoris, or clit for slang. Blueblood was no foreigner to sex, and he made sure to help Tavi out in that matter. Being careful not to slip his cock out of her vagina, Blue started diving in at more of an angle, making sure his shaft rubbed up against her nub.
It didn't really take long after that. Soon enough, a really forceful moan escaped Octavia's lips as she went into an intense orgasm, the walls of her shaft pulling his dick in further. That was more than enough to set Blueblood off, and he let out his own moan as his dick started spurting cum all over the walls of her pussy, streams of the viscous liquid flowing deep into her folds.
They rode the orgasm out, still stunned from the shockwaves of please that they'd both just felt flooding their systems. After another minute of close contact, Blueblood pulled his now-softening dick from Octavia's pussy. He rolled over, laying next to the woman he now found he loved.
"Blueblood," Octavia asked, her violet eyes meeting his. "What...just happened? I've had sex before, but I've never felt that rush before."
"That, my dear, is called an orgasm. You're telling me that none of those men have even bothered to give anything back?!" Blueblood felt a hot bolt of anger in him at the realization, but it quickly subsided. What was there to expect from a lustful dog, anyway? No use beating blood out of a rock.
"Blue...what will we do now?"
"If you'll have me, we can be married. We can have children, live a life together and raise a family."
"I'd love that. But will Celestia allow it?"
"If she doesn't, we can run away together. I know enough people willing to help us out, we can establish ourselves somewhere else, and move on from there."
"I...yes. I'd happily marry you, my love."
Tears of joy started to stream down both their faces as they drew in for yet another kiss, all their worries lost to them in the twinkling of an eye. Maybe some people would disagree that a prince of Blueblood's station shouldn't soil his seed with someone of common birth, that he should only marry a woman of his own station. Maybe there'd be anger and hatred towards them, even a hint of betrayal. But none of that mattered right then. All that mattered was the love that was shared between the loving couple that lay there beside one another.
It didn't take that many days for them to come out about the new relationship that they were in, and while the nobility was more than a little sore about it, both Princess Celestia and Princess Luna approved vehemenantly, as well as his sister Cadance. The latter he somewhat expected, given that she'd just done essentially the same thing a couple months earlier.
As time went by, people began to become acclimated to the newest Princess in their sight. They bowed and pandered to her as they did to all other royalty, hoping that they could somehow get a grasp on her to use her. It didn't matter. Both she and her Prince ignored the fawning and the jeering when their backs were turned. Titles didn't matter to them when they had each other.
They both performed their royal duties rather admirably, and still found the time to just relax and be themselves. Soon enough, they had their own children, and an estate and province to rule. They raised their children to be noble and just, and to never fool themselves into thinking they were nothing more than a title. None of their children forgot it, and through thick and thin, generation after generation followed, their family becoming known as the most just in Equestria.
Love is a complicated thing, not beholden to the simple notions of those who take it for granted. It grows over time within us, waxing and waning from pure passion and desire, but always present. It doesn't fade with time quite like the initial lust that such a relationship starts out with, but it remains regardless where all other emotion fades away. However one may look at it, there is something beautiful to the strength and bonds of love, and no matter what anyone says, don't give up true love for anything, even a title such as Prince.
