The Blueblood Special

Half an hour and a clap of Prince Blueblood's hooves later, the two royal ponies stood aways away from a terriffied-looking young dragon holding a warm mug of hot cocoa. They migrated to a royal kitchen, where few servants would be at the time of night, barring the occasional maid. Princess Twilight was handling the the situation in a decidely predictable manner.

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!" She paniced. "I can't believe he saw us! What will I do?! What will I tell him!? What if he tells someone!? What if-" she was cut off by a hoof on her shoulder. Blueblood looked remakably unshaken by Spike's intrusion.

"Don't worry, dear Twilight. I will have a talk with the boy myself. I'm sure he'll take it better if I confront him man to man about it."

Had she not thought the situation so dire, Twilight would have stiffled a scoff. 'Man' was hardly a description she would use to describe Blueblood, but he had a point. She had no idea how Spike would react to talking about what he saw. And if flame-spewing anger was even close to it, well, better him than her. So with an extended hoof, she bade the prince to go ahead. With an exagerrated flick of Blueblood's mane, he set off.

Spike didn't seem the least bit calm about what he barged in on. He didn't drink the warm cocoa the royal hired help had given him. He seemed content to simply stare into it. He...he was...on top of her, the young dragon thought. And he was...using his mouth....his mouth to...to- He simply couldn't finish the thought, his claws trembling around the drink he had.

"Ahem! Spike, is it?"

At the sound of a voice behind him, Spike lept with a yelp, much of the mug splashing out of the cup and onto the marble floor. Blueblood made a mental note to have it mopped up before the stains set in. But he would have time for that later.

"Sorry for the second scare of the evening, but, I'd like to...elaborate on what you saw."

Spike grimaced at the prospect. There could be no excuse, none whatsoever for the horror he witnessed. Reject Rarity on top of being a douche to her, he could get over, given time. But getting....intimate with the mare he looked up to as an older sister? No. No amount of time, pleading, or therapy would make him take that lying down. And if there was any doubt that his disgust was well placed, Blueblood's attempt to remedy the problem killed it rather thoroughly.

"Now, I know what you saw was rather, how you say, unusual. But, you'll have to realize that adult ponies like us have needs. And your princess chose this stallion to fufill hers. And one day you'll look back on this and realize what you bore witness to was actually a beautiful thing."

Spike, during the course of this little speech, shifted rapidly between confusion, fear, and revulsion. By the end, however, he was stuck rather squarely on rage.

"Beautiful?....beautiful!?" He shrieked, throwing his mug down, smashing it and sending the rest of its contents all over the floor. All it took was a stern look from Blueblood to get a passing maid clearing it like her life depended on it. Every servant knew he abhored a mess. Spike, meanwhile, was collecting his thoughts.

Once he calmed down, he spoke up.
"Blueblood. Foals frolicking in a meadow. A delightful nap on a sunwarmed rock after a big lunch. Rarity in an evening gown. These things, to me, are beautiful and always will be. But what I saw you two doing," He took a deep breath before snapping at the prince, "was the most vile, perverted thing I have ever seen in my entire life! It was practically hera, hora, hair," He stammered, trying to find the right word.

"Heresy?" A voice piped up from behind them, drawing their attention. Twilight sheepishly approached them, Blueblood wearing a look of bewilderment to Spike's still off-putting glare.

"The word you're looking for is 'heresy', Spike."
"Yeah. That." He responded notably softer. His face was now one of forlorn puzzlement. Twilight tried to comfort him. "Look, Spike, I," He held up both his claws, urging her to stop. When she did, he decided to continue.

"Just...why? Twilight? Why this guy? Can't be his money. Can't be his magic. And I'm willing to bet he's no Starswirl in terms of brains." Blueblood just turned his nose in the air at the insult, trying look as arrogant as possible. But Twilight tried to reason with him.
"Spike,"
"I know you do this kind of stuff with Fluttershy or Rainbow, and, to be honest, I was kind of okay with that since we knew them well."
"Spike."
"Even if you asked Aj or Rarity, I would have been a little dissapointed, but still understanding."
"Spike."
"I mean, for goodness' sake! I was sure even you would give Pinkie the old college try, but..."
"SPIKE!" Twilight finally shouted. Spike was scared silent by the outburst.

"I know, I know all that. But, just understand that none of my friends were an option here. Only...only Blueblood could get the job done." She said quickly, as though she couldn't bare the sentence lingering in her mouth. The prince simply smirked.

"Why, thank you Twilight. That was quite nice of you to say."
"Well good, cause you won't be hearing it again."

Spike leapt down from his seat on a nearby stool. "Make that ditto for me, Twi." He snarked, stomping off.
"Wait, Spike!" Twilight called, bounding over to him. Spike turned to her. Her face looked serious. "Promise you won't tell anyone. Promise!" she begged him.

The dragon snorted. "Oh, trust me, Twi. I won't want to relive this anytime soon." He made his way out of the room quickly, casting an accusatory look at the two royals one last time before closing the door behind him.

"That goes for you as well, by the way." Blueblood snapped to the maid that had been listening in. She nodded frantically, before grabbing her supplies and rushing out behind Spike.

Twilight simply watched the spot where he left, befored letting loose a huge sigh. "Of the times to walk in on me," She returned to the room and flopped down on the comfy bed where their activities had begun. Even it's luxurious softness couldn't comfort her. What was she going to do? Spike rebelled so strongly. What if her friends found out? What of her family? Goodness, if the princesses were to-

Her thoughts were halted by a strong hoof on her upper back. It felt so soothing. So loving. The issue with Spike seemed so distant, so unimportant at the moment. Then it dissapeared. She spun her head back to look for the source. She found herself face to face with Prince Blueblood.

"You know," he said, in a low, smooth voice, "I don't believe we were done."

A mere five minutes later, Blueblood found himself shoved out the door, flat on his back. He scrambled to his hooves, and huffed indignantly. All the work and preparation done for this night, and she was just going to blow him off like this? No matter, He thought. I know she couldn't get enough of my skills. She'll be begging for another Blueblood Special by tomorrow. With this in mind, he prepared to march straight to his own room, before coming to a realization.

"Hey!" he bellowed, pounding on the door. "This is my room!" The response from the other side was muffled, but clear enough.

"Not tonight it isn't!"