"Alright, let us run through it one last time." Blueblood commanded the dark-furred pegasus guard attending him, whom he had yet to learn the name of. The guard wordlessly followed him through the streets of Canterlot, extending a wing to take out the list of to-do's the prince had intended to complete that day. Once the scroll was extended, he read it aloud.

"Replace the lime green rug in your room with an emerald green rug, Checked." Good, Blueblood thought, that thing was an eyesore at this time of year.
"Polish the Southern Coastal Region of your extensive duck collection, Checked." This gave the prince a smile. He couldn't wait to get to the Southwestern Coast.
"And, of course, accompany Miss Photo Finish to brunch, sire. Unchecked."

"Well," Blueblood responded, straightening his bowtie. "wouldn't want to keep her waiting, would we-" he stopped, distracted by the sound of loud, clearly panicked hooves. They rounded a corner in front of him, and he saw the source: an orange, blond-maned earth pony wearing a Stetson on her head and a very worried expression on her face. Blueblood turned his nose up in her direction. He had no intention of engaging the mare, as he recognized her first as the mare who set up a concession stand (of all things!) in the last Grand Galloping Gala (of all places!) he attended. His nose lowered only slightly when he realized this mare was also a Bearer of the Element of Honesty. What was her name again? Fragglejack?
Applejoann?

The mare however, upon spotting him, rushed towards him. His guard took immediate notice, stepping her path. She skidded to a stop in front of him, attempting to stammer out an excuse to get by.

"Uh, 'scuse me partner, if I could just get by. I kinda, got some important, things to say to that, er, stallion." The guard simply shook his head. Blueblood stifled a chuckle.
"Sorry, Miss, but I've got better things to attend to." He walked around her, his guard taking special care to stay between them.
"But, you don't understand, it's about Twilight!" she shouted, prompting Blueblood to freeze in place. She couldn't possibly know! "Yes? What about her?" he asked her innocently as he turned back around, motioning his guard to step back.

The mare took a deep breath. "Are you and Twi, you know, together?" Blueblood internally panicked. She knew!
He quickly came up with an answer.

"What on earth would give you that idea?"
"Well, I just heard from a friend that you were, ahem, getting kind of personal the other night and well," she stepped closer to him, seeming to build some confidence midstride.
"I wanna know how deep you two are." said, sternly looking him in the eye.

Blueblood knew he'd have to be clever here. He could calm down some worried farmer, right?
"Well, Miss...?"
"Applejack."
"Right. I can assure you, that whatever rumors you've been hearing about life in the castle, you can trust my word: me and Princess Twilight are in no type of relationship."
"Well then what was Pinkie talkin' about? Let her tell it, you two were in your room when Spike came and saw y'all doin...somethin'." Blueblood took a second to glower. That pink imbecile!
"Uh yes, she was only there to settle a prior disagreement. Spike was only surprised to see us alone."

Applejack raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious of him, but she seemed satisfied with the answer.
"Well, alrighty then. I guess I got worked up over nothing. Thanks, Your Highness, I guess." She said as she went off the same way she came, in considerately higher spirits. Blueblood's however, had been dampened. Somehow, some out-of-her-element country bumpkin had learned of the prior nights events. How many others knew? Would they dare to question him like she did? Oh lord, if his aunts found out about this...

He didn't have time to dwell on these thoughts, however, as vision picked up an emerald green blur coming up to him at a disquieting pace. Stopping just short of him, was a mare of blue coat, a gray mane, wearing an emerald version of her normal dress and a pair of purple shades the prince had rarely seen her without. It was Photo Finish. Blueblood noticed she was without her usual entourage. Seems she meant business.

"Ach! Blueblood! I haf been looking for you all over Canterlot!" she spouted. "I 'ave 'eard such rumors about you!"
Blueblood grimaced. "What kind of rumors?"

"Just zhat you haf set your royal sights upon a mare. Zhe mare of..." She paused for effect and struck a dramatic pose. "Zhe Magics!"
"Ugh, great. All of Canterlot must be in on this by now."
"Zo this is true, zhen? Zhe mare known as 'Twilight Sparkle' 'as caught your fancy, yes?"
"No, Photo. She has done no such thing." he grumbled, some venom evident in his voice.

Photo Finish looked puzzled. "Well zhen, set zhe record straight for me, Blueblood. Why was Princess Twilight zhighted in your chambers?"
"Listen, I cannot-"
"Actually, yeah! I'd love to know myself!"

Blueblood was cut off by a rather harsh voice from behind. He whipped around to see a blue pegasus, with hair that was just way too loud for his taste, glaring at him from just above his head. Another one of the elements bearers. Rainbow Something, of Loyalty.

"Just why did you have Twilight in your room?" She asked accusingly.
"Well," the prince huffed, "I hardly think that's any of your business."

With a growl, she landed and marched towards him, only stopped by the guard's grunt and extended wing.

"It is my business! Twilight's my best friend! And I know you two were up to something funny last night. And I also know there's no way she'd let some prick like you touch her without a good reason," she said, rearing up on her hind hooves and adopting a boxing stance. "so I suggest you start spilling the beans, Pretty Boy!"

Blueblood smirked. He would love nothing more than to smack this insolent mare and show her proper behavior towards royals, but he saw opportunity here. Perhaps he would have some fun with her first.

"Huh, well if you really must know, Twilight heard of my skills and she, you know, wanted to take Blueblood for a spin."

Rainbow stifled her guffaws. Poorly.
"Hahaha! What could she hear about that would possibly make her want to do it with you?"
"Why, my fabled Blueblood Special of course!"

Rainbow raised an eyebrow incredulously.
"A...Blueblood Special. That some kind of weird unicorn thing?"
The royal pony gave a hearty chuckle.

"Ohoho, no. There's no magic required at all. And for your information," He got very close to her face. "She loved it. And was begging me for more."
Rainbow gave one glance of surprise before shaking her head and giving a defiant look.

"I don't believe you."
"Then perhaps you'd like to experience it yourself. Unless, of course, you are unable to handle it."
Rainbow never broke her gaze from him, thinking he would crack under the pressure, but she did think hard about his offer. If he claimed to do something so good as to make Twilight consider sleeping with again, would it be worth letting this sleaze touch her?

"You know," Photo Finish piped up, forgotten by the two until then, "I haf a studio not far from here, if you require...solitude."

Rainbow needed no further pushing.
"Alright, you're on. Show what you've got, fatso." she taunted, poking the prince in his chest before following Photo Finish.
Blueblood considered her back before mumbling, "It's not fat. I'm muscular." He followed her anyway, his guard in close pursuit.

Rainbow couldn't believe it. Her mind was blown in so many ways. If Twi ever gave up this guy, she would be lying if she said she wouldn't consider swooping him up. Her Blueblood Special was everything he'd said it would be on the way over.

She had to held down under the prince's bulk to keep her from thrashing. And that tongue. By Celestia, that tongue! It got to places she didn't even know she had! She could swear her mind was going blank, and he wasn't even done yet!

"Ma, make..." she gasped.
"Make the little, ah, little circles again..."

Blueblood granted her request, and was treated to a long moan punctuated with a delirious squeal. Things were going just as he planned. He was sure this little firebrand of a mare would be far more respectful after her "treatment". On the other side of the room, Photo Finish had set up her camera, and was moving around frequently to get the best angle on the spectacle.

"Yes, zhow it to me!" she cheered. "Zhow me your lust, your heavenly pleasure! Show me zhe power of the Prince's Magics!"

Even the guard, whose very line of work required he be stoned-faced, had a hard time keeping his arousal, or his wings, hidden.

So absorbed were the four ponies in the act, they didn't notice the winged figure hovering outside the window of the studio, who had just decided it had seen enough. It would report back to the safe house. There was work to be done.

"Disgusting." he spat, before flying off.

Author's Note

I have no idea how to write a German accent.

And yes, Blueblood has the same hobby as Hugh Neutron.