79 years ago...
Canterlot Castle
Guest Dining Hall

"And if you ever need anything, Sir Prince, please do feel free to notify me."

"Why thank you Sir Stinking Rich. But I do believe that you have proved yourself more than useful already. Please feel free to indulge in the pleasantries that my servant have to offer. Waitress!"

And with the sound of two clops coming from Blueblood's hooves, he summoned a grey mare, sporting a bob in her black mane, that held a large steaming platter of sauteed dandelions, hay steak, carrot-cream soup and steamed broccoli. The mare wore a black outfit that consisted of long-stockings, black top with white accents, a small white apron and a black skirt that barely covered her haunches. She shook in fear as she slowly placed the platter before the peach-colored stallion with a blonde mane. Rich looked at the platter with keenness as his mouth watered at the sight of the food placed before him.

"This smell's wondrous! My compliments to the chef." Rich proclaimed as he reached for his apron.

"Wait a moment. You intend to place that upon yourself using your own hooves? Waitress, dress him!" Blueblood commanded as the nervous mare flapped the apron open and tied it upon the neck of the indulging stallion.

"Will that be all, my liege?" She asks as she starts to back away slowly, fearing what he would say next.

"No." The prince retorted bluntly. "I believe that I am quite weary, as our guest would be at the moment. Enthrall us, if you would."

"Sir prince, what would you have me do to captivate the fancies of you and your guest?"

"...Provide us with a show."

The mare gasped as she realized what he requested her to do before him and the visitor. "But-"

"A show, you harlot! Do not flout my orders!" Blueblood scolds the brooding mare.

"...As you wish, your excellency."

"Do you have anything else to say?" The prince berated the mare as tears started to form in the corners of her eyes.

"...Thank you... for allowing my... useless body to be of service to you."

"Yes, now get on with it. We haven't all night for your hesitance." Blueblood waved her off with his hoof.

As the guest dined on the food that sat in front of him, Blueblood enjoyed his visual feast as the maid bent away from him. She kneeled to the floor laying prostrate before the well-placed picture of her prince upon the wall. Her tail shifted to the side, revealing everything that she had to the two stallions.

"Your highness, I offer to you my lips. Command them to do as you please." She says as she tries to hide her tears from her master. Her plot raised high into the air, giving him a better look at the exposed marehood.

"Part them." Blueblood requests coldly. The mare obeys her master and places both of her front hooves on each side of her sacred gates, pulling them apart to reveal the sharply contrasting pink walls that hid within. Rich as he finishes his food, stares at the mare in awe as she holds herself open.

"Great Scotch, I've never seen something like this before. So lewd, so indecent." He gawks at the presented marehood before him.

"Yes and she has quite a pungent odor as well. Filthy animal." Blueblood snickers as he rises from his seat and walked over to the maid. "She acts like a dog in heat. Do you care to ask, servant?"

The mare closed her eyes as she tried to get it over with as quickly as she could. "Would... you care to... have desert?"

Rich enthusiastically left his seat and ran over to her side, his stallionhood poking itself out from the comfort of it's sheath. He licked his lips as the mare stifled her sobs as best as she could. Her eyes remained shut as she braced herself for what was to come. The unfair prince took in much jubilation in her despair as he held the stallion back from mounting her.

"Now now, I have something far better than this whorse-of-a-mare, specifically just for your liking." He smirked.

Impatient, Rich asked his prince on the matter of what would he like better than to thrust himself inside of the obedient mare. "But sire, what would suffice other than the gift of me plundering this mare bowing before us?"

"I always want the best for my dear subjects. And now that my aunt is out of town on some Faust-forsaken peace talks with the Griffon Kingdom, I can see no other opportunity to give this to you." Blueblood states as he pounces on the mare, filling her with his well-endowed length, causing the other stallion to bite his lip in jealousy.

"And that would be?"

"...I will arrange for you to become a suitor to none other than my dear cousin, Mi Amore Cadenza."

"I beg your pardon, sire?" Rich questions as he bears a look of astonishment, not sure if he had hear the words that left the prince's mouth correctly.

"Yes. And you will have the free reign to do as you please to her, but there is one condition..."

"It being?" Rich inquired as he watched his prince thrust his hips into the mare that started to sob lightly, trying to cover her face.

"You would have no access to her maidenhead. That will be reserved especially for me and me only. If it is any other, then she would prove difficult to deal with." He stated as he grunted into the mane of the helpless mare below him.

"So... you want me to-"

"Abuse her, take advantage of her, defile her, break her will so that I may stand above her defaced form victorious. She's a thorn in my side and she must be punished." The princes speed increases with his growing rage.

"May I ask, sire?"

"Every time I seek to take an orphanage for my, excuse me, personal instruction, she objects to my every motion on the matter and my aunt sustains her objections. I cannot let her continue to get away with this. I've already rid myself of the four stallions that proved to be too close to her, and one of them was a commoner. But as far as keeping her in her crushed state, it's rather difficult to do alone."

"So you want to crush her will by sending in as many suitors as you can and ultimately destroying what little spirits that she has left?" Rich questioned as the sound of the two ponies hips clopping against each other filled the large room.

"Precisely." Blueblood spoke before his hips thrusted into the mare one final time, filling her with his seed. He looks down to her weeping form and wears a grin. He bowed down to her ear as she cried onto the floor and whispered to her and making sure that Rich could hear him. "Just like this one."

He pulled out of the mare and his semen spilled across the marble floor as he withdrew. He straightens out his mane and gestures to the maid on the floor. "Now clean that up. Your tongue is as good as any mop."

She obeys as she openly weeped. Her tongue pressed against the cold marble floor as she did her best to collect the puddles of the white ooze. Her body shook as she found herself humiliated even more so. Her tears became the soap that she used in order to clean her master's floor. Blueblood stood over her and watched as she cleaned up the mess. "Be grateful. It is not everyday that you experience the tastes of royalty."

Knowing the protocol that her disrespectful master established, she thanked him as she groveled at his hooves. "Thank you, thank you for showing me the ways of the crown. Thank you for your blessings as they now fill me with your promise."

"Hmph, you're barely even worthy of my royal scepter. Consider this meal as a token for your service."

Conceal. Suppress. Don't let them see you lose control.

I was so happy before my ascension.

My life was simple.

I lived in a small village of earth ponies.

They took care of me and made me smile.

They made me laugh and they loved me as who I was.

Everything was just fine...

...until she came.

Prisma was only the opening act to my future despair.

She stole the love of everypony she came in contact with.

And when I stopped her and forced her to change her ways, her magic encircled me and sent me to an unknown plane.

All saw was the astral plane...

...or what some would call the Plains of Judgement...

...where a pony's soul would go as they ascended into the heavens above or descended to the flames below.

But my reason for being there was completely different as I saw the one being that I didn't expect to see.

Princess Celestia stood directly in front of me.

Her wings were so pretty, her mane flowed despite the lack of a breeze, and her smile was as beautiful as I imagined it to be.

"Congratulations, Cadance Fairweather. You've have stood up to the face of adversity and proved that love would triumph over all."

Those were the words I heard before the world around me started to turn white.

"And now, you have been chosen to become the guardian of the sole element you embody within your heart."

When I woke up, I had both a crown and a horn on my head.

Suddenly, everypony is calling me princess.

Stress became a big part of my seemingly unending adolescent life.

But Celestia came to me and told me that everything was going to be okay.

Since then she took me in as her niece, and treated me as if I was her only daughter.

A little less than a decade passes and now there was a unicorn that she proclaimed as her nephew.

Sure he seemed nice enough, but there was something that didn't sit well with me.

His exterior was warm and friendly, fond of being a student to my aunt Celestia...

...but his heart was completely dark, devoid of compassion and love.

There was no love inside of him.

A year passes by and now I have this one guard I have a crush on.

He's really nice, and sweet...

...and he actually sees me for who I am, and not for the title I wear.

He and I shared our first kiss together.

I was so excited when he suddenly pressed his lips against mine and told me that he would protect me.

But sadly it was before he went off to the west to stave off the griffon invasion.

He wrote letters to me with every chance he got.

Then suddenly the letters stopped coming.

And months later, I had learned that he had died not to long ago.

Conceal. Suppress. Don't let them see you lose control.

Three years after his death, I fell in love once again.

This time, it was with the stallion who was proclaimed as the champion of Equestria.

His skill with a blade had gone unmatched throughout the land.

He was also a strong flyer.

And despite the legends of his brutality on the field, he proved himself to be a generous, warmhearted and kind individual...

...he was my friend.

And for the longest time, he protected me no matter the cost.

One day I offered to confess my love to him.

It was all set up.

I summoned him to the palace and hoped that he would show.

The meal was prepared me, and I was so nervous because it was my first time cooking without the aid of my servants.

He never came.

And then the next morning, they found his body bloodily crucified in the town square.

Conceal. Suppress. Don't let them see you lose control.

Thee more years later, I found another that stole my heart.

Apparently I haven't learned to stay away from guards.

But this time, he was a new recruit.

He was an aspiring soldier that sought to defend his country.

He was young, he was handsome, and he was very honest.

He also stayed true to what was in his heart.

And his heart led him to me.

The nights we would spend under the stars were some of the best nights of my life.

He held me in his hooves as he told me some of the most romantic things.

And the best thing about it was that he meant every word of it.

We kissed every time we met and we nuzzled each other for every moment we were separated.

But as time progressed, Blueblood grew jealous of his advances.

So he sent him to the front lines of the next battle.

They found him on the field severely wounded.

I flew to the place that they held him for his care and stood by his side.

He finally confessed his love for me...

...or he could have as he took one breath and left me in pieces by his bedside.

Conceal. Suppress. Don't let them see you lose control.

I've practically sworn off of guards at this point.

All they do is go out, fight, come back hurt, say they love me and mean it, go out, fight, and die.

My heart has hardened so much over the past nine years I've been courting.

I don't think I'll ever open myself to another...

...or so I thought.

One night I found a young colt, around my enduring age of sixteen, raiding my jewelry stand for objects to sell.

As a first resort, I hit him in the head with a large chest that sat on the other side of my bedroom.

As I stood over him, I saw the fear in his eyes.

I tried to ask him for his name, but he kept motioning his hooves instead of speaking.

It had hit me that he was actually deaf.

So I spared him and gave him something that would fetch a fairly decent price at the market.

A week later, I found him outside of my window.

I wrote on a parchment why would he come back.

He just simply pointed to me and smiled.

Reluctantly, I let him inside of my room.

Time passes and I still don't know how he manages to find himself at my window.

But he shows up every night now.

He hasn't stopped seeing me, nor does he want to.

And to be honest, I didn't want him to stop either.

I wanted him to stay with me, because he made me feel comfortable.

He made me feel secure, as he held me in his hooves on my bed.

He touched me like no other that night.

I felt so different from the other times that I was in a relationship.

And where the others kissed me, he dared to go even further.

He pleased me in more ways than one, his touch was sensual, erotic, but also endearing and romantic.

He gave me intimacy, and I loved him strongly for it.

We even slept in the bed together...

...which turned out to be my biggest mistake.

The guards arrested him on the account of trespassing on palace grounds.

I argued to my aunt that he was not a threat...

...but somehow Blueblood convinced her, as well as the other guards in charge, that he was a major breach in the palace security.

My argument fell like a tree would to the blade of an axe.

And the blade of an axe was the last thing he saw.

Conceal... Suppress... Don't let them see you cry...

I was given a suitor.

At first he seemed nice and everything...

...but he really wanted to take advantage of me.

Not long after I met him, as my aunt was out of the city, he forced himself upon me.

He violated me, he assaulted me.

He even tried to rape me.

And every suitor since him has done nothing but the same...

...then some of the nobles took the opportunity to blackmail me for services.

That's when I learned that I could never give my heart to nopony...

...but ninety-eight years after my ascension.

I finally found the one who rescued me from my lofty prison.

Shining Armor...

...And did I mention that I had a thing for guards?

~Mi Amore Cadenza (Cadance)

Present Day...
Canterlot Castle
Royal Signing Room of H.R.M. Prince Blueblood

"Your excellency... erm... maybe later"

Guardspony Sergeant Phalanx pulls the door closed on a busy Prince Blueblood. As he pulls the door closed, a golden magical aura surround the door, granting him passage.

"Well I'm already disturbed, so you might as well continue with your report." Blueblood spoke as he held a pink pegasus mare with a red mane in his lap. She eagerly rises and falls onto him, flapping her wings wildly. Her lustful moans sound throughout the small office as she pleads him to go faster.

"Faster, my prince! I long for your thick hot creamy load to fill my hungry little pussy!"

"And there's an example of the many improvement in today's society; more open-minded mares who know how to take a cock and talk dirty." Blueblood comments as the mare bounces up and down on his rock-hard erection. Phalanx, who can't but to watch, starts to feel himself grow as the mare's ass jiggles each time she lands.

"Please... Both of you take me! Please!" She screams as she feels another orgasm approaching.

Phalanx shakes his head in disbelief. "So this is what a mare's state of mind is reduced to when she undergoes estrus?"

"Don't complain about it. Just take it as it is. And from what I'm seeing, you don't find anything wrong with this illicit display." Blueblood states as he takes notice of the growing erection of the guard that stood in front of his desk.

Phalanx blushes as he trails the focus of his prince's eyes and begins to cover himself with his hind leg. "It is nothing more than an involuntary response, sir."

"Oh don't be ludicrous. I see the lust in your eyes. You're fixated on the mare's ass. It's perfectly fine to want to join in. And since she's feeling adventurous, I say that we should accommodate her." Blueblood argued as he removed the mare that sat in his lap.

"Your highness is far too gracious. Please let me suck your thick cock, so you can stay hard for my aching pussy."

"Atta girl! Daddy wants Becky!" Blueblood commemorates her for her enthusiasm of wanting to please and be pleased. She drops to the cunny-juice covered cock swaying from side to side and locks her lips on him, tasting herself as she engulfs most of his stallionhood. As she continues to suckle on him, trying to milk him for his spunk, she seductively waves her plot in the air at the direction of Phalanx. As her plot moves from side to side she flicks her tail under his nose, teasing him with the residue of her juices. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he relish in the musk that she emitted from her swollen marehood.

"Sir. I'm sorry to suddenly jump in like this, but I want to pound her hips into dust."

"Permission granted."

Phalanx wasted no time as he forced his own throbbing form into the quivering lips of the mare's moistened slit. Feeling the stallion behind her thrust into her so suddenly caused her to nearly lose her balance as she squirts her juices all over his girth, even getting some all over his swinging sack. Now she pivoted her neck as she took the prince head on, causing him to buck his hips into her muzzle.

"Oh this mare is amazing. I may even release myself here and now. Maids nowadays certainly know how to provide quality service." Blueblood admitted as he forced as much of his twitching cock into her throat.

"Her tightness is something of legend! She must be so repressed during her daily assignments." Phalanx states as he jackhammers his hips into her, grunting as the friction of her walls against his stallionhood builds into his climax.

The mare, knowing that her performance is enough to please the two stallions, mentally smiled as the prince tensed up as he sped up his thrusts. The guard behind her also felt his climax approach him. Her inner-depths begin to catch fire as she starts to loose her sanity. The only thing she wants is to be filled with cum. She longs to have the copious amounts of liquid fill her insides as she's reduced to nothing more than the royal cum rag. Her front hooves forces the prince further into her throat. Her wings shoot out as she feels the flare of Phalanx expands within her, sending her over the edge one again.

The two stallions grunt harshly as they both spurt their seed into the mare below as she greedily accepts the gifts of the two. She falls to the floor with a thud as her hooves give out. The amount of Phalanx's seed filling the womb of the mare sent her into shock, causing her entire body to go numb. Blueblood ejected himself from the mares mouth as she falls lifelessly to the floor of the office, wearing a smile on her face and a distant stare in her eyes. Her tongue stretched from the inside of her mouth to the carpet she lied on. Phalanx panted deeply as he tried to recover from the sweaty affair of mounting the mare.

"Another day, another mare cleansed of her accursed disease." Phalanx huffed, looking at the twitching body of the relieved mare below.

"Yes. Now I do believe you had something to say to me on your way in?" The prince asked as he resumed to his desk, leaving the mare on the floor as she relished in the mind-blowing orgasm.

"Ermm... well... It's about Princess Mi Amore Cadenza..." He stumbled as he inched towards the door.

"What of her? You aren't implying that she might have found a partner to clear her of her virginity." Blueblood asks as he sits at the desk, folding his hooves across his mouth.

"Well..."

"Because that's absolutely a riot! To hear that joke coming from you every year. Not to mention you make up a name on spot. We even go on this big manehunt just to find the supposed claimer of the fortune." Blueblood exclaims as he erupted into laughter.

"Uhh... sir-"

"And you try to make it seem as convincing as last time! Come on. Who's the poor sap we're going to be hunting for? Just for a laugh."

"Um... The address that I found her in was that of the Sparkle's residence. And if I'm not mistaken, checking into our files and matching the cutie mark descriptions, I have concluded that the name of the stallion in question is indeed... Sir Shining Armor Aegnus Sparkle of the Canterlot Royal Guard."

"..." Blueblood stops laughing as he gestures to the stallion to come closer to him. Phalanx obeys, stepping forward only once. Blueblood, not satisfied with the distance, waves his hoof for the guard to come closer. Phalanx reluctantly walks to the desk as he tries to distance himself away from the prince. Blueblood suddenly grabs the guard by the fur of his neck and pulls him across the table as he stares angrily into the eyes of the trembling guard.

"N-n-now... run... that name... by me... one last time." The furious prince demands as he keeps his voice low.

"Sh-sh-Shining Armo-DOWCH!" The guard answers before getting a hoof to the back of the head, shoving his face into the wooden desk.

"THAT INSIGNIFICANT... POMPOUS, PU...BESCENT, LITTLE... SON-OF-A-BITCH!!! SHE ACTUALLY SLEPT WITH HIM!?"

"To be more specific, she slept on him. Sir." Phalanx added as he rubbed the large red bruise on his forehead.

"And to think I already put this guy down. Apparently Crimson Reeds didn't do his fucking job! I hire him to perform one specific job; kill the bastard and work his way up to Orion. But NOOOOOO. He fucking dies on the job and his minions get caught in the act."

"Actually, to be fair sir, Crimson did effectively end a life; the life of his unborn foal. So not everything was a total loss. But if I remember the medical records saying anything, he was placed in the care of the Canterlot Royal Hospital."

"And just under my goddamn nose. Great. In speaking of which, how in the ever-lasting, blue-snow hell does he manage to check out so early?"

"Well, with Princess Celestia being involved with his healing process-"

"Of fucking course! My dear auntie just so happens to drop in and heal him within a day's time frame, right?"

"I'll go and retrieve the scotch for you, sir." Phalanx walks to the bookshelf on the far left of the room, pulling a green book-lever revealing a secret compartment that held a large bottle of the alcoholic drink, complete with a set of glasses. Pouring the liquid, he listens as the prince continues his rant.

"Do so. Because now... I'm going to have to fucking end him myself. Tell me about the Spring fling next week at Cadenza's high school..." Phalanx gives the prince his much-needed drink. "Thank you." The prince takes his first sip of the evening.

"Well I do know that he will, most assuredly, be her date. And as we currently know, he is unaware of her actual social status."

"Wait..." Blueblood pauses as an idea came to his head. "Cadance requested to leave the palace, right?"

"Yes. Under the pretense that she would find her own source of happiness." Phalanx quoted.

"And if she failed to do so, or managed to find love and have her relationship abruptly ended..." The prince recalled.

"She would agree to return to the palace grounds to stay, reclaiming her title. But that would require her to announce her title in front of many witnesses outside of palace grounds." The guard finished.

"And what is the perfect time and place to do so, Phalanx?"

The guard put a hoof to his chin as the ideas started to weave together into a well-founded plan. The pretense of Cadence's departure and her resurgence to power was all based on forcing her to reclaim her title in the public eye. The guard smiled at the prince's ingenuity. "...Sir, you're a genius."

"I know. Now send in five more maids. My frustration grows with every waking moment of this unwanted revelation." Blueblood commands, taking another sip of his drink.

Phalanx did a double-take at the number. Surely he couldn't appease the appetite of five mare simultaneously. "Um... Sir?"

"You can have the seconds. Besides, it's not likely that they'll argue anyways." Blueblood stated as he waived him off.

"You generosity knows no bounds." Phalanx deadpanned as he made his way out of the office, leaving behind the unconscious mare and the mumbling prince.

"Hmph! And to think that auntie says that I'm incapable of wielding that element. Score one for me."

Shining Armor stared at the letter that laid across his bed. He was unsure when this had occurred for him, but as he knew so far this was a bad thing. The letter that sat atop of his bed was none other than a confession. His heart paced at a moderate to high speed as he tried to think of the words to say in response. He didn't want to be so blunt that it would hurt her feelings but he didn't want to lure her into false pretenses.

His mind ran so many ideas on how he could say what he had to say. Some of them were rather harsh or rude. Others were misleading and confusing. A few were straight to the point bit proved to be entirely too brutal. And then there were some that weren't assertive enough. But there was only one thing that stood out in his mind, and that was the truth.

On the bed, the letter reads:

Dear Shining Armor,

I know that you have grown to become a thorn in my side. But for some odd reason, I don't see myself wanting to part ways from you. My whole entire life has gone into an endless spiral of uncertainty, but in that spiral remained one solid constant; you.

You are the very thing that I dream of every night. When I dream of you, I can see that you slayed the vicious dragon as you did the first time. But with each dream, the details grew. I don't know what to do but to keep writing you these silly letters. But if I may ask you a question, I pray that you would answer it being honest.

What do you think of me?

I know that seems like a dumb question, but I want to know this so that I can finally put this to rest. But even then, it wouldn't be fair if I asked you and not told you how I think of you.

You are amazing. I can't even begin to form the words on this parchment that could describe how incredible you really are. I can say a few of them, but they would fail to do any sort of justice. I already said amazing, but you're also kind, sweet, generous, loving, caring, strong, brave, outgoing though shy at times, tough, interesting. See? It would take me forever to accurately describe what kind of pony you really are to me.

And that's why I love you.

I love the way you smile, the way you hug me every time we meet, I love the softness of your fur, you give the best nuzzles, you're very handsome.

I just wanted you to know that. If you don't have a special somepony, then I wouldn't mind being yours. I want to be your special somepony, and I want to stay with you forever.

Please let me know if you received this message. I really want to hear your answer.

With love, XOXOXOXOXOXO

~Rarity Andalusia Belle

Shining Armor sat on the bed as he thought about the right words to say to her. He didn't want to be rude and not respond. But he also knew that this was something that couldn't become real. This was all a figment of her imagination. He knew that she had liked him but not to the degree that she would actually pursue him after all this time.

"...*sigh* I can't believe this is happening. I like her, I really do. And if she was a lot older, then I would actually have some second thoughts. But she's a filly, and I'm a full-grown stallion. I've done nothing for her that she could benefit from, and she deserves the best for herself. I'm not for her... I'm so sorry... but I can't Rarity."

With a final deep breath, he picked up his quill and his paper, placed it on the table and started writing.

Dear Rarity,

Author's Note

Note: If you look back to the chapter 'Playing Dirty' where Blueblood insults Cadance, you will now realize how low of a blow it actually was and why Celestia was so livid with his choice of words to his cousin. You will never unsee the fact that Blueblood poked fun at her misfortune.

But yeah, he's a bit of a dick in case you haven't noticed.

Word of the Day
Becky: Some of that good head.