The pegasus, a faded gold in color, streaked through Canterlot's alleys on foot. He swerved through piles of garbage, wove between buildings, and only stopped long enough to make sure he was not followed. He would even double back and suddenly change direction, anything to get any hopeful spies off his back. After several minutes of this, he faced his goal. A simple red door in a secluded back alley.

He crept up to it quietly, raising his hoof to knock on it. Five knocks. Four in succession, slight pause on the fifth. He stepped back and waited. Nothing happened for a while. The door simply stood, unmoving. There were no sounds of movement from inside. He was just about to try again when he heard his cue at last. Five knocks, much like the ones he made, but the pause before the last was longer. Wasting no time, he pushed his way inside and closed the door behind him as quickly as possible.

The room he was now in was a kitchen, an attractive setup for any stallion that could be considered well off in Canterlot. In a breakfast nook sat a unicorn with pink fur, and a cutie mark of a stallion's head similar to a chess piece. He was reading a book and hadn't paid the least bit of attention to his visitor.

"White Knight, I have some terrible news!" he said quickly, his previous, reserved demeanor gone in a flash.
"I was keeping tabs on the prince like you asked, and I saw, I saw-Gah!" he cried out, recalling his own initial disgust.

The pony named White Knight sighed, bookmarked his page, and set his literature aside. The state of the pegasus didn't seem to affect him at all. He even seemed to find it comical. Getting up, he patted the shaky pegasus just above his cutie mark, an odd little golden ball with feathery wings.

"Just calm down and give your report, Golden Snitch." he said softly. His friend took a deep breath, touching his chest with a hoof before extending it forward.

"Okay. So I kept a tail on Prince Blueblood like you asked. He met with another mare in the streets, Mrs. Photo Finish. She questioned him about, well, the rumors about him and the princess. But they were accosted by yet another pony."

White raised an eyebrow.
"Another pony?" he asked

"Yes! It was the Element of Loyalty herself! She confronted Blueblood on his deed with the princess!" Golden assured.
"And how did he react to that?" White probed further, developing a smirk.

"The prince...that disgusting excuse for a stallion talked of his depravity full of pride. At first, Miss Dash wasn't fooled by his charisma, but he managed to peak her interest in his...ugh, lewd talents." he said with a grimace.

"I see," White nodded. "and then what happened?" Golden took another deep breath.

"She followed him to a studio owned by Mrs. Finish, White. And he did things. Unusual, perverted things. I am no stranger to intimacy, White Knight. And I can tell you with confidence I have never seen a mare so pleased before. I mean, every move he made elicited some response from her! He just kept working her and working her...." Golden went on.

White had stopped listening. He had instead taken to pulling apart his curtains and gazing out of his window. Outside he could see a multitude of ponies. Unicorns, mostly. A few working pegasai. Of all ages, creeds and codes. And any one of them could be their next target.

The Defenders of Harmony were dedicated to keeping all who would carelessly antagonize the Bearers in their proper place. That griffon from Rainbow Dash's past was sent kicking and screaming back to its homeland. The FlimFlam Brothers switched towns at a far faster rate when they found their gadgets sabotaged. It didn't take much to get Ms. Dust in an asylum. The traitor Sunset was only safe by sheer virtue of being in a entirely different dimension. And Trixie. They destroyed that girl.

But not Blueblood. Oh no, not Prince Blueblood. That particular pony-shaped slime had eluded them at every turn. Every attempt at ruining him, every chance to oust him as crooked turned up a failure. It was either because the dirt just wasn't strong enough, or Blueblood was just that exceptional at dodging criticism. White was tempted to believe the former. But this time was different. He had already sexually manipulating Twilight Sparkle, the very star that kept the nation afloat, if his ear at Joe's, Tattle Tail, was to be believed. And now he had the Element of Loyalty in his clutches. Trying to get the Elements at his beck and call using the only thing that he knew how to use? Celestia would vaporize him on the spot.

"Golden!" he called out suddenly, startling the pegasus out of his still unfinished musing on the prince's sordid activities.

"Get the other defenders in town. Tell them we're sending the prince a hard lesson. I will inform her Majesty."

Blueblood felt rather good about himself, all things considered. His plan was bearing some sweet fruits before the tree was finished growing.

Upon the completion of Miss Rainbow's Special, she was incomprehensible. Nothing would come out if her that wasn't a satisfied moan, an exhausted whinny, or some kind of pleading/proposal garbled through the filter of incredible pleasure. As he sipped tea in the private balcony of one of his favorite shops, he inwardly chuckled remembering the fiasco it became to get the mare back to her lodgings at the castle. She could barely move in a straight line, let alone flap her wings without having to suppress a shudder of residual euphoria.

Photo Finish was too busy gawking at her pictures capturing the performance to help him and the guard drag her out of her studio. Eventually, he ordered his companion to let her ride his back and to take her back to her lodgings at the castle in one piece. He was sure, even with the usual competence of the guard in mind, he could manage that.

And, once that happens, the prince thought, giving another sip of his delicious brew, Twilight will see what she's missing out on. She will come running.

The thought of his Aunt's favored student and the idol to hundreds at his hoofs, desperately begging for him to touch her again was so pleasing, so incredibly indulgent, that he didn't hear the approaching wingbeats. The pony landed on the balcony some distance away.

"Ahem!"
Blueblood snapped out of his fantasy and turned to the voice. It belonged to pegasus, with a shiny, off-gold coat and a woefully out-of-date manestyle. He was also wearing some gaudy pin on his chest that resembled a silver shield, with six colored gems emblazoned on it. He seemed quite angry.

"Prince Blueblood, I presume?"
The prince allowed himself a chance to glance to either side of him. They were alone.
"Um...yes?" he responded unsurely.
The pegasus continued to glare at him as he approached. The prince just smiled condescendingly.

"We know what you're up to, Your Highness, and we will not stand for it!"
"Who's 'we'?"
"We all know you've chosen to twist our beloved princess for your own ideals!
"Which princess?"
"Princess Twilight, you arrogant twit! You're doing some kind of devious mind game with her!"

Blueblood's smile faded. It had been less than a day, and already another citizen was up in arms about the ordeal. And he was convinced he had some grand plot to take over Equestria through sexual favors. He decided to run with this lowborn's delusions. A little fun wouldn't hurt him, would it?

"And just what makes you think I can't?" he asked mockingly. The intruder seemed a little taken aback. He had expected the prince to balk at the accusation.

"W-We'll expose what you're doing to the public!"
"Oh ho, yes, because Prince Blueblood can't handle another sex scandal!" he said as he imitating a fainting motion. The pegasus wasn't amused.

"You've also sucked the Element of Loyalty into your clutches. One element could be explained, but you can't explain two!"
"Pah! You think they're the only ones?!" Blueblood barked. The pegasus's harsh look and tone seemed to dissipate before his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a hint of fear evident in his voice. The prince leaned both his hooves over his table, putting them together and looking down their center at the pony before him. He was led to believe the look was intimidating.

"I may have serviced both the Princess of Magic and the Element of Loyalty, but trust me, this plan was in effect long before they sampled my talents. No, I started earlier. Let's just say that me and my darling Cady are even closer than you think."
"Cady...you mean your sister!? My god, you're sicker than I thought!" he yelled, grimacing at the news.
Blueblood broke into a wide grin.
"And I can get sicker! Guess who need one of their oh so lonely nights to be spiced up by yours truly?"
The scared pony was shaking his head wildly at this point.

"No, no, no! I refuse to believe that the Princess of the Night would lay down with you for any reason!"
"Oh, don't be such a prude, she really appreciated it when I 'Tripled her Fun' as she put it!"
"You. Are. Scum!"
"Hm, call it what you want, plebian. But you know what? Perhaps I shouldn't be resting on my laurels, eh? Better head on to my next target, the Element of Kindness. That high strung little thing could use a nice long Speci-"

Suddenly, the other pony slammed his front hooves on Blueblood's table, causing his still warm tea to jump from its cup and splash over his chest.
"YOU PUT ON HOOF ON FLUTTERSHY AND I'LL GUT YOU, YA RAT-BASTARD!" The pony screamed.

Amazingly, Blueblood didn't even register the threat. He was more focused on the liquid currently dripping down his chest. The hot tea had all over the collar he currently wore, just missing the blue bow tie he wore regularly. It was a mess. And everyone knew Blueblood detested a mess.

Calmly, he put both his hooves down. One slid stealthily under the table, as the enraged commoner stared daggers at him, daring him to retaliate. The prince took a deep breath, and with one fluid motion, flipped the table on its side, the rim striking his assailant square in the face. He quickly set it back down. The pegasus had a goofy look on his face before stumbling and collapsing on his back. Blueblood looked over his dazed expression and gave a deep snort. Some ponies just had no sense of respect.

"Excuse me, Your Highness? Is zere something going on up here?"

Blueblood turned to see his waiter, unsurprisingly puzzled to see him standing over an unconscious stallion. He recovered quickly though.

"Uh no, no. Nothing happened here, but I really must be going." he said, throwing him a bag of bits and swiping his rag to pat himself dry with. As he descended the steps that would lead to the front desk, he caught himself wondering if he had gone too far in provoking that swine. He had practically been assaulted. But surely, he thought, There can't be too many ponies like that in Canterlot. Right?

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed several things about the clientele of the establishment. They had all gone deathly quiet. They were all wearing the same badge as the pony knocked out cold in the balcony. And the looks on their faces were undeniably murderous.

"Oh, bother." Blueblood groaned.

Author's Note

Snitch missed Applejack by a few minutes.

Sorry about delays. Gets hard to write sometimes.

As always, critique is encouraged.