"ENOUGH!!!"

Celestia screamed to the top of her lungs as she commanded the crowd of party-goers to silence themselves. Not a single voice sounded back to her, though she grew impatient with the sound of her nephew constantly screaming at two guards posted by the doors to the guarded. Blueblood stood before them, covered in green and pink frosting as he tried to order them to pursue the mare that publicly humiliated him.

"Find her! FIND HER! I don't give a damn where all you have to go, find that mare this instant! She has accosted me and defiled my good looks with... WITH CARNIVAL CUISINE! Find her and send her to me no-"

Celestia interrupted her indignant nephew and demanded respect. "Blueblood, I am speaking! And when I speak, you are to be silent."

"...My apologies, your majesty. I will take my leave." Blueblood said lividly as he exited the room with a frosted-covered scowl on his face. Not only did he fail to obtain the mare he tried to bed for the evening, but he was also rejected in the eyes of many of the attendants. With a tout of his nose, he stormed out of the ballroom. Celestia breathed deeply as she turned her focus to the crowd in front of her.

"I am most disappointed in all of you, subjects. I have thrown this engagement in hopes that all of you would learn to unwind from the daily nuance of your lives by coming here to socialize and to embrace one another, despite your differences. I know that many years you all have decided that this was going to be a formal engagement, but to constantly cast down others who have learned to unwind in a different fashion, which was actually in terms of why I host this ball, saddens me deeply."

A lavender mare in a disheveled powdered wig stepped forward to question Celestia. "But princess, that pink mare-"

"The Element of Laughter, one of the six who graciously saved Equestria from a night eternal, only wanted all of you to truly embrace the happiness that she offered to share. Yet you all callously dismissed her and bashed her for being different. This is not what I came here to see."

A blue stallion in a damaged suit stepped forward to question the princess as well. "But that orange mare was soliciti-"

"As all of you do. At least she was more forward with her business in comparison to the shadiness of your deals, signing off others for profit where she was using that profit to help her business and her family. Again I say, one of the six element bearers who wanted to show what she had to offer in terms of business and you all blatantly shrug her off, solely because she was different."

A yellow mare in a towering wig and a lacy dress, ruined by rips and tatters from the animal invasion, stepped forward to challenge the princess on another issue. "But that purple mare that continued to throw herself at you. She was taking our time to speak with you away from us! Do not defend he-"

"YOU DARE TELL ME NOT TO DEFEND MY OWN PERSONAL STUDENT!?" Celestia screamed, causing the mare to stumble and fall backwards. "I asked her here to spend time with me, and I offered this night solely to her and her alone. She has done more to warrant my time than any of you surely would, not that you even cared. And to judge a mare that you haven't even met is most disrespectful."

The lavender mare tried to argue with the princess, seemingly with the support of the crowd. "...But princess, those six mares were-"

"Showing you all to a good time, as they have shown me. You all have ruined this night, as you have many others." The princess said in a low tone.

The blue stallion along with others called out to her ad-nauseam. "Princess-"

"I am most disappointed in all of you. You all may choose to carry on this engagement or take your leave. In the meantime, my presence will be suited to a more care-free environment."

Many of the party-goers called back to her, trying to reason with her. The yellow mare's voice was the most prominent. "But-"

"Good day to you all."

Celestia left the ballroom full of the self-entitled elitists and called for her assistant that waited inside of the ballroom. "Inkwell."

"Yes your highness." Said the light grey mare, running after her ruler. As they made their way down the hall, Celestia tried to see where she could find the six mares that took an early exit.

"Are there any leads on where Twilight and the others might have gone to?"

"Well, I know that Spike had planned for them to go to the doughnut shop at this hour."

"I will be taking my leave to them. And I will be going alone."

"But princess, what about your guards? Shouldn't they-"

"My night will not be plagued by formalities. I will enjoy my night and I will do it without any reminder to the protocol that causes me discomfort."

"Understood."

The six mares sat in the carriage as they exchanged their nights with each other. Most of them were giggling and laughing about how bad their nights truly were and started to crack jokes on how it could have been worse. As their stories came to a close, the reminisced on their escape.

"Whew! That was a close one!" Rainbow Dash said.

"Y'all said it!" Applejack agreed as she counted the bits in a small brown sack.

"I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I started to act like that." Fluttershy mumbled, blushing from the knowledge that she acted so out of character.

"Sheesh, that party wasn't any fun at all. Everypony there was a bunch of sticks in the mud." Pinkie added.

"..." Rarity remained silent as she stared out of the window, watching the buildings pass by. The lights and the signs that would normally brighten her mood failed to do so. Her mind was more focused on the disaster of a date she managed to escape from. Her Prince Charming was more of a disgusting brute who only cared for himself. She let loose a deep sigh as the tears streamed down her frosting-covered face.

Twilight made her way over to her sulking friend and placed a hoof on her shoulder. "Rarity, I'm sorry about how your date went."

"No. I'm sorry that I wasted my time with that lousy, undignified, poor excuse of a prince." Complained Rarity as the anger started to seep into her voice.

"That bad, huh?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Bad? Why it was the most awful time I ever had. To think that the stallion of my dreams is nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Oh cruel reality, why could you not make one exception and allow me this night?"

Twilight tapped Rarity, causing her to turn around. Then the purple mare held the hooves of her saddened friend and gave her words of comfort. "I know that it may seem bad, but at least it's in the past. There's nothing that could be brought up to change that. And besides, he will never know what kind of mare he passed on. You are wonderful, Rarity. And if he couldn't see that over his own self, then he just wasn't the right one for you."

Applejack nodded in agreement. "If he ain't treat ya good, then he ain't good enough fer ya. Jus' let 'em go."

Rarity looked at her friends and turned back to the window, realizing that this night was a total bust. "Sorry girls, but it will be a moment before I can recover from this... travesty of a night."

Fluttershy approached Rarity from behind and rubbed her back with a gentle hoof, caressing her friend. "We understand. Just take your time."

"In speakin' of time," Applejack intervened, changing the subject. "Ah think it 'bout time Twilight told us about her older brother."

"WHAT!?" The other five shouted as they stared back at the purple unicorn, who blinked confusedly at the orange mare.

"But... how did yo-"

"One of mah customers was a guard that told me about yer older brother and his friends givin' up their tickets fer us. Seem like a pretty swell feller to be doin' somethin' so nice. So would ya care to explain to us 'bout yer big brother."

"You know," Rainbow Dash said, recalling a stallion that chased them on the way out. "I remember a guard using the same teleportation spell that you use. Rarity froze like a statue when she saw it. Mind explaining that?"

Twilight dismissed Rainbow Dash's theory, explaining that the teleportation spell was a lot more common than what was previously thought. "A lot of the higher ranked guards are capable of being able to cast that spell. It just takes practice. Other than that, there's no certain possibility of the guard you're speaking of to be my older brother."

"Well, at least she don' fessed up 'bout him. So why were ya hidin' that fer?"

Twilight fiddled with her hooves as she tried to justify her reason of not telling them about her older brother. "I just never thought bringing him up was something that I needed to do. I try to keep my family life and my studies separate."

"Twilight, we're not ya classmates. We're ya friends. You can share whatever ya want with us." Applejack emphasized, causing a frustrated groan to erupt from the purple mare.

"...His name is Shining Armor and he's a royal guard. That's all I can say for now."

The other mares groaned in disapproval as Rainbow spoke. "Oh come on! You act like he has some secrets that you don't want us to know about."

Twilight felt a blush coming up and laughed nervously as she thought back to a certain event that happened when they were younger. "Heh heh... Can we change the subject, girls?"

Before the other mare could try to coax the secretive mare into speaking, a voice chimed from outside of the carriage. "We're here, ladies! Doughnut Joe's Doughnut Emporium."

The cart came to a stop in front of a diner-like eatery with a large neon light that shaped into a doughnut. Twilight sighed in relief as she ushered the girls out of the carriage and into the shop. "Great! Come on girls, this place has some of the best sweets in Canterlot! I'll assure you that a cup of hot chocolate along with some doughnuts with extra sprinkles will lighten up our night. It helps me after a long night of studying and Spike is probably already inside."

The upper halls of the palace were darker than the lower halls that hosted the Grand Galloping Gala. As a patrol of guards made their way through the halls, Azure walked in the opposite direction, down the halls of the two sisters. He continued to make his way down the elegantly designed hall before a whisper came from what appeared to be a crack in one of the doors. "Azure."

As the blue unicorn turned around to see who called out to him, he noticed that his princess was dressed in a simple white gown covered in lace that crisscrossed into intricate floral patterns. The guard joked with the princess as she stepped out of her room. "Princess Luna. I didn't expect you to make an appearance."

"I am not here to make one. I came to ask you a question." She said quietly as her eyes shifted from one side of the hall to the other.

"Okay. Go for it." Azure whispered.

"What do you think about Blueblood?"

The blue unicorn gave a light chuckle as he remembered what he saw and heard about on the way there. "As of the moment, I am quite amused of him. He's walking around the castle covered in cake, thanks to an unknown mare that managed to tell him off."

"I see... Well, between you and I, I have managed to come up with a way to probably get him ousted by tomorrow."

"BULLSHIT!" Azure shouted, completely caught off guard by the princess' suggestion. But he suddenly remembered who he was speaking to and that she was speaking softly for a reason. He lowered his voice back to a quiet tone. "I mean... *ahem* ...you don't say?"

"Yes. Though it will require a tactic that is one of his own."

"Um... If I can ask, what is your motive?" The guard asked curiously.

"My sister is blinded by her own personal feelings towards him and insists to reform him, where in truth he is needed to be shown the front door."

"Okay." Azure nodded in agreement. He is also surprised that Celestia would actually harbor feelings for him.

Luna went on to explain. "And also, as the Gala was carrying on, a maid by the name of Sweet Relief had committed suicide, leaving a note on how her life was wasted as Blueblood's personal maid. She even went as far as to call herself 'useless and unattractive, as he said I was' since she was relieved of her duties earlier this evening."

Azure felt disgust swim across his body as soon as he took in the news that the mare who was recently relieved of her duties was found dead somewhere in the palace while a party took place downstairs. While he was busy cleaning himself up, she was busy trying to clean herself out of existence. And her success to do so only made the guard boil inside.

"Okay. That son of a..." While he was on the verge of swearing, he had to remind himself of who he was speaking in front of before he continued his statement. "That guy has gone too far this time. I'm with you all the way, princess."

"You have my sincerest gratitude. Now I will need you to maintain this order for me."

Azure teleported a blank scroll and a quill next to him as he started to jot down notes. "Just tell me the materials you need to get and I will make it happen."

"I am the only thing that is needed. There is no concern for that." Luna says as she dismisses the objects from his possession.

"Okay, then what shall I do to assist you?"

"I will need you to remain calm." Luna said softly, her words having no more weight than a feather.

"I will d-wait a minute. Princess means what?" Azure asked trying to understand what she was going on about.

"You may be angry as time will reveal what is to come, but I will need you to remain calm. I know that this will hurt and I apologize in advance, but I will be dismissing you from your duties for this evening."

Azure stood in shock, not knowing how to feel. "What? But you said that I could help you."

"I never said that you could help me." The lunar princess clarified. "And even if I did, your dismissal would prove to be of great assistance if my plan was to unfold without consequence."

"But princ-" Azure was silenced with a soft blue hoof to his lips followed by a kiss on the cheek. He blushed lightly as she removed her hoof from his lips.

"My most trusted guard, I understand that you seek to protect me from all harm. But I also need you to trust me. This is something that I can do and I alone can get away with. Involving you would cause too much controversy. It needs to be quietly done."

Luna stood in front of him with large pools of teal staring directly up into his. Her eyes reached deep into him and said words that couldn't hope to convince him to refuse. He wanted to trust her but he felt as if this was a big mistake. Before he could respond, her eyes grew, as she closed the distance between him and her. Her lips reached the tip of his muzzle as she held him with a comforting smile. Azure's guard finally fell.

"I trust you, princess."

"Azure, I could never thank you enough." Said Luna in a saddened tone. She released the guard and made her way back into her room as she dismissed her guard for the evening. "Now go. Blueblood will be here in an hour."

The large door closed with a soft boom and a click. Azure held his breath for a second and exhaled while he began to make his way back down the hall. As he walked, concern started to grow within his mind. "Princess... what are you planning?"

Meanwhile, Luna stood at her door holding herself tightly as she knew what she was going to do would hurt the guard she cherished the most. She wanted to be with him, but the sight of another body with a similar suicide note plagued her mind. She couldn't let Blueblood carry on like this and she wouldn't allow her sister to get in the way this time. It was a personal matter, yet she couldn't shake the pain that started to grow in her heart.

"Azure. Please forgive me."

Blueblood sat in front of his new mirror and stared at himself angrily. The more he looked into the mirror, the more he could see that his age had started to progress. Though they were barely noticeable, wrinkles formed on his cheeks and forehead. His mane sprouted more gray hairs as well. With his current appearance, he would be perceived to be somewhere in his early thirties in contrast to the mid-late teen appearance that he would normally sport. The effects of his spell was wearing off and now his natural age was starting to catch up with him. With a snort of disgust he turned away from the mirror and cursed the mare that he failed to persuade into his bed.

"I cannot believe the nerve of that conceited, stuck-up bitch! To think that she would embarrass me so badly in front of the dozens of guests. She will pay dearly for this, DEARLY I SAY!"

"Aww... what's wrong Ollie?" Spoke a voice from behind the prince.

As Blueblood turned around, he saw the familiar face of a carmine-colored mare. Her yellow eyes remained half lidded as the prince screamed to her. "YOU! AGAIN!?"

"Oh but seriously, ye honestly think that a broken mirror is what's keeping me 'ere?" The mare asked while she pointed to the top of the looking glass.

Blueblood grumbled in a low voice and turned around to avoid looking at her. "I would've preferred it."

"I just thought to see me son and cheer 'im up a bit. Though to see me own stallion come out of the shower so frustrated and tense, with... carefully toned muscles, a dripping wet mane and a lovely view of the rear end-"

Blueblood looked down to see that she was eyeing his round, plump sack and instantly turned around. "Stop that! I am not your tease."

"Oh, but you are mine." She playfully said as she shrank her appearance and jumped on top of the bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he noticed what the phantom mare was doing in his bed.

The mare looked back to him and started to rub herself sensually, her hooves slowly making their way to her undercarriage. She bit her lip and stared at the hind quarters of her son. "Helping me self to a show. I wonder if fiddling me self now would feel as good as it did when I was still bringing the colts to the yard. Bout time I found out."

As soon as her hooves reached her destination, she cooed softly as Blueblood started to shift the covers on the empty bed behind him. "Not on my bed, you won't!"

"Ollie dear, just sit back, relax, and feel free to enjoy me show. At least get a sample of what I'm gonna give ye." She mocked as she turned herself around and shook her plot at her son, flicking her tail in the process so he could catch a glimpse.

Blueblood turned away from the mirror and looked back to the empty bed. "Argh! You have always been so intolerable. Go on! Get!"

As the prince turned around, he noticed a small scroll with a seal that was different from the normal ones that enclosed official documents. Normally they would be red with the seal of the sun. This one in particular was sealed with blue wax and had an engraved shape of a crescent moon.

"I wouldn't open that, if I were ye." The mare in the mirror said to the prince.

Blueblood instantly identified the source of the letter as he broke the seal. "It's from Princess Luna. I wonder why she would dare message me."

"Oi, just leave it alone!"

"Shut up, you!" Demanded the prince as he started to read the letter.

Dear Blueblood,

I know that our conversations have been scarce since my arrival, but I do wish to exchange ideals with you. As to why I am sending you this letter, it can be simply summarized in the following words.

I want you.

To see a stallion so strong and intelligent that he would be capable of both astounding physical feats and phenomenal magical abilities stand untested upsets me.

Though my sister craves for you and will not admit it, I will prove to be of a more rewarding pursuit. Your years of trying to seduce my sister, only to fail upsets me so. So much that I sought to take you for myself. Pursue my elder sister no longer, as she can be as frigid as the northern winter nights. She keeps herself under lock and key so much that she dares not even think of the act of procreation.

I, however, have been in deprivation of a thousand years of burning passion. A millennium without the strong presence of a stallion thrusting into me have drove me into a madness to which my guard could never fulfill. And he could never replace who I have saved myself for: you.

I await within my personal chambers this night, the night of the Gala. Come alone.

I await with ruinous arousal.

~Luneste Seline Valkyrie

Blueblood smiled a smile that he hadn't wore in many years. It was a smile of an assured milestone victory, a victory that he hadn't experienced in almost ninety-six years. For the first time in his life, his dreams would be realized. "It would appear that the younger sister of Celestia has a liking to me."

"It's a trap." She advised, breezing by his ear.

"Shut it! This is an opportunity that I been conjuring since the days prior to my crown. I will not pass on such an occasion."

"It's... a trap, Ollie." She argued once more, trying to inform him that there was something wrong.

"Oh what do you know? Besides, this is my chance to refresh myself." While he continued to speak, his horn lit with a gold magic and finally enveloped him in a warm, white light. "And not only that, but if I am to bed her, I will ultimately gain the access to some of her vitality, thus making me young once more and feeding me with some of her power. Everything I have planned with Celestia and Cadance could... no... shall be fulfilled this very night. And It couldn't be any easier. Why didn't I think of this?"

"Because it's a trap." She spoke up, answering his question.

"SILENCE, YOU SUCCUBUS BITCH!" Blueblood screamed back to his mirror. "I will not listen to you! You, who wished my death from the moment of my birth, who abandoned me to the streets after I was raped and defiled by an employer whom you've laid with countless times, who gave me life out of your own selfishness, who gave me a bitter name and an equally bitter life, have no right to speak to me. I cast you out to the winds of the world as I did ninety-nine years ago. Now go rest in your piss-soiled grave! I've got an alacorn princess to satisfy."

Without any further argument and with the rejuvenation spell cast upon himself, he joyfully exited the room. As the door closed behind him, the mare stood beside his bed with a tongue angrily swirling in her cheek and lips puckered. She shook her head and whispered back to the closed door.

"I sought to do good by ye, Ollie. But since I am nothing more than the mother ye urinated on, I shall take me leave... for now. But mark me words..."

Her form in the mirror vanished into the thin air and the sheets of the bed started to crumple on their own as she took her otherworldly leave. The wind blew into the room and whispered her final words.

"...When I go, you too shall follow."

*knock knock knock*

"Coming." Luna shouted to the door.

She stood in front of her vanity, looking at the crestfallen mare that was herself in the mirror. The night princess took deep breaths as she tried to convince herself that this was for the better of Canterlot, for her older sister. Though her heart sank as she remembered the stallion that she would end up hurting. The only thing that prevented her from backing out of her plan was the fact that he agreed to trust and believe in her.

"But how could he trust me?" Luna thought to herself. "Why does he trust me?"

*knock knock knock*

Luna made her way to the door as she continued to plague herself with more guilty thoughts. "I wanted him to question me. At least then I would know that he wouldn't approve. Now I am going to break his heart more than I am his trust. Azure why didn't you question me? I would've told you if you had pressured me into telling. I would've thought of something else had you objected. I... I wanted you to at least be concerned over what I was doing."

Luna stopped at the door and reached out to open, but her thoughts still continued to batter away at her. "Why do you have to plague me with your blind obsession to obey my every order? Am I nothing more than a royal figure to you?"

As she opened the door, she thought about the time she was sent to the moon and how relevant the situation was for her. "Celestia cried tears as she banished me. Is it truly that painful to put one's duties and responsibilities before your own heart? Dear mother... forgive me of this sin."

The door opened to reveal a smug-faced Blueblood, standing against her door frame and giving her looks of a false charm. "Princess Luna, I do believe that you have summoned me here."

"Yes." Luna said as she swallowed her guilt, allowing the first phase of her plan to take place. "Come in."

"At once." Blueblood whispered as she moved aside, allowing him into the large room. "You know, I could never understand why this room had to be so large for a mare so small framed. But now that I see you in this setting, it's quite obvious that you are a mare that is deserving of the finest that life has to offer."

"Enough." Luna said as she cast her magic to close the door and the lips of the prince. She took a deep breath and faced the prince once more. "You know why I have summoned you here."

"Not one for casual conversation, are you?" Blueblood mocked as he started to close in on the midnight princess. "Business as usual. I like that."

Blueblood started to press into her body and let his hooves touch all over her small frame. His mind was sharpened to the sense of touch as he rubbed his hooves into the satin-like dress she wore. He always loved the thrill of leaving things to the imagination. Her dress covered much of her body, even her hind legs weren't visible. Yet the cloth was so thin that he would feel her every elevation and depression of her body. He wanted to savor the moment as it was. Luna just wanted to get it all over with.

Blueblood quickly turned her around and pressed his body into hers. Luna remained quiet as she felt the hooves of the younger royal worship her every feature. She already didn't want to surrender herself to him, but concerning what she had planned, she had no other choice. Blueblood staggered as he held a forceful hoof against her neck, rough enough to keep her in position but tender enough not to harm her. The prince took a deep breath as he buried his muzzle into her powder blue mane.

"You smell of sweet aroma of jasmines. What are you using to produce that wonderful mix?" He asks hastily as his eagerness grows beneath him.

"It is a special bath that I partake in. I bathe in warm water with the finest soaps. The waters are usually filled with the petals of the jasmine flower." She answers, feeling the prince grow against her. "But enough talk. I demand service."

"I know how hungry you are, princess." The prince responds as he lifts the back end of the princess' night gown above her small supple flanks. With a gentle rub, he massaged the soft blue cheeks with a smile growing on his face. "But is it possible that I may indulge you in a little foreplay?"

Luna sighed at his ministrations. She didn't want to give any indication that she was enjoying the attention, though it did please her to a certain extent that she was being treated to after a thousand of years. Fearing that the foreplay would give him a chance to gain the high ground, she quickly spun around and turned to him, catching the prince off his guard.

"Is something wrong, princess?" Blueblood asked as the small alacorn mare looked at him with determined eyes.

Her answer was a push towards her bed. He stumbled as he lost his balance and fell to the comfortable dark blue mattress. He tried to sit up but found himself pinned beneath the small-framed princess. He struggled to move her off as he tried to take the more dominant role, but she wouldn't allow him. Despite her figure being smaller than his, she outweighed him and muscled herself to take the top as he remained on bottom. She bent down to whisper into his ear.

"I am the one who stays on top. You have no say unless you can prove to me otherwise."

"Dominatrix, I see. Well, show me what you've got." Blueblood snapped back as he eagerly thrusted his hips into her body.

Luna tapped her hoof at the throbbing erection, somewhat disgusted that she would be doing such a thing, but at the same time pleased that he was a suitable size. Her blue foreleg ran down his shaft and back up to his head, touching the tiny bead of precum. As she removed herself from the fleshy knob, a thin trail of liquid bridged itself from her hoof to the opening from whence it came.

"Disgusting little boy. You are as impatient as I am. Have you no stamina?" Luna teased.

"You drive me to places I've only dreamed of, princess."

Luna slowly made her way down to him, raising her flanks and placing his stallionhood against the warm lips of her folds. "Are you that eager to fill me?"

"I am eager enough to show you what I am made of." He said softly as he felt his trembling cock rub against the marehood of the lunar princess.

Luna allowed his pulsing meat to stand on its own as she straddled her hips above him. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as she made her way down.

"I'm sorry, Azure. But this was not meant for you."

Blueblood grimaced in pleasure as her folds ate away at his sex, taking in inch by inch of his erection. He cursed the mare as she slowly descended upon him, yet he praised her for her tightness as it nearly broke him upon his initial entry. Luna made it about halfway down before she withdrew herself, causing the prince to cry out in protest. And before words could leave his lips, she sank herself onto him yet again. This time she went even slower, making sure that he could feel every last muscle clench against him as she painfully slowed to the hilt.

Finally bottoming out, he could still feel the muscles of his mare of the evening push and pull against him. As the massage continued he instinctively rose to collect a tribute of her tongue as his own fell from his mouth. The moment he rose, Luna pushed him back down, denying his plea for a lustful kiss.

"Haa~ princess-"

"No... You will suffer as I have. I will make you suffer. I will make you beg. You will squeal for me and you will know nothing of mercy." Luna whispered defiantly as her hips raised from him and sank at a sluggish pace.

Blueblood has tamed and broken many mares in his long life, some of them simultaneously. But the feeling he experienced at that moment was enough to ruin even him. He panted greedily as his eyes looked up to the blue alacorn above him. He abandoned all of his usual perceptions of his appearance and groveled before her. His hooves reached for the one that continued to anchor him to the bed as she kept her pace steady and slow.

Luna was no stranger to the art of pleasing a stallion. Though her acts with Azure were limited to mere child's play, she could bring a stallion to his knees. She rode with the expertise of a cowmare to a bucking bull. The more he bucked, the more she retreated. The more he relaxed, the faster she would go. As the prince below her felt comfortable at her current pace, she instantly pounded her hips into his with great haste. He awoken from his daze as he started to feel himself get close to his undesired climax. He was utterly helpless as she pressed him closer to the point of no return.

"Princess!"

Luna slowed down at his scream, realizing that she was going to send him off far too soon. This upset Blueblood because he was denied his finish as she stayed locked on him. He looked down to where they joined only for Luna's magic to lift his head to her.

"You do not need to see what we are doing. Just experience it. Close your eyes." She whispered in a motherly yet sexual tone.

The prince obeyed her orders and closed his eyes, allowing his sense of touch to become enhanced. As the princess decided that it was long enough for the prince to calm down, she resumed her snail-like pace. And as she rode, she eyed the next tool of his destruction: his own horn.

"Tell me, do you know of Nirvana?" Luna spoke softly.

"Please tell me princess. Show me your secrets." Said Blueblood, lost in lust while the princess started to increase her pace a bit.

"Nirvana is a state where you know neither pain nor pleasure. You wouldn't even have a sense of self. It is a stage that leads from your current life to the next. It is like a death and rebirth of you very life essence. To know it is to know euphoria."

"Show me, princess." Blueblood pleaded as he felt himself sink further into his lust.

Luna lit her horn and touched his, causing his to light up in response. As her hips slammed into his pelvis with loud clopping noises filling the room, she felt him drawing closer to his release once more. "Oh poor little soul, come and release yourself. I am the guide to your heaven."

"Luna, harder." The prince pleaded as the magic of his horn connected into a thin string of arcane energy, Luna's doing the same.

As she sank into him in a feverish pace, she could feel her own climax approaching. The night princess sighed as she tried to control herself at least until she could finish. Her inner walls continued to milk the cock that she rode on. Her hoof that was once anchored loosened it's hold on her partner and curled to her chest as she started to stifle her moans and squeaks. "You must abandon... all of the trials... and tribulations of this world. Only then... shall you become free... of all of your transgressions. Only then, shall your truth... be revealed before you."

"Yes! Yes!" Blueblood screamed at her, praising her for her performance as he felt his climax build to insurmountable heights. Luna's own climax started to make it's appearance as she heaved heavy breaths and pummeled her sex into his.

"Give everything to me." She said as her horn started to burn with energy. As the magic between them shared their approaching orgasms, her mind went ablaze with lust. She could no longer control herself. She let herself go.

"It's all yours! Take it! Take all of me!" Blueblood shouted to the top of his lungs, so loud that others in the palace may have heard him. With a final descent of her hips, he filled her passage with as much seed as his body could produce. Thick strands of white-hot cum poured into the princess and sent her mind afloat. The lunar princess felled her head as she breathed heavily, her heart beating at a rapid pace. She rose her hips and out came his limp stallionhood with an audible pop. As he retraced from within her, his seed poured like a waterfall onto his lap. Luna stood above his twitching body as the magic continued to pour from his horn to hers.

"As you wish." She said, only this time her tone was far darker than usual. She watched with careful eyes as the prince started to fall asleep underneath her. As his eyes closed, he whispered praises for his princess.

"Oh... Luna... yes... you are... a goddess..."

Blueblood awoke in a garden of roses as a distant, yet familiar voice called out to him. As he stood on his hooves he saw that there wasn't a pony for miles. As the world around him glowed white, the roses remained a crimson red. Suddenly the voice called back out to him. Only the source of the voice stood directly behind him. "Good evening, Ollie me dear."

Blueblood jumped as the words of his mother startled him. Holding a hoof to his chest, he stood relieved that it was only his annoying mother. "What do you want? I'm busy living in my state of victorious release."

"Ye released alright, ye went to sleep." The mare asked as she walked up to him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Blueblood brushed the mare off of him and wiped his cheek as he spoke. "Well, that works for now. At least I have nothing to worry about."

"Ollie me dear, I've always wanted to sing to ye a little lullaby." She whispers in a soft and gentle voice.

Blueblood scoffs in disgust as he starts to walk off. "I'll pass."

"Oi, but I've been saving me beautiful voice for something like this." She protests as she suddenly appears in front of him, startling him even more.

"No." Blueblood says as he regains his breath.

"Oh, give me a chance, will ye? Ye may find something that pertains to ye in me little message." She said as she cleared her throat, preparing herself to sing.

"There is no way that I'm going to let you si-"

Before Blueblood could finish, she started to sing in a beautiful yet eerie ethereal. She sang it not as how it would normally go, but rather as a different melody. She sang all twelve notes, yet it sounded melodic rather than harsh and dissonant.

Mary had a little lamb,
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb
who fleece was white as snow.

Blueblood nodded as he complimented his mother's voice. "Okay. That's... not bad."

As he admitted that his mother's singing voice had surprised him, saw yet another mare that rose from the endless bed of roses. She wore a familiar face that he recognized prior to his rule. A mare by the name of Morning Vale had started to join with his mother, singing in harmony with her.

And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
E-ve-ry where that Mary went,
her lamb was sure to go.

Yes ev-ery, e-ve-ry where that Mary went,
Mary went, her lamb was sure to go.

"Morning Vale! But I thought that you were-"

Before Blueblood could finish, the mare's neck started to bleed as she pointed to an area beside Blueblood. Out of the bed of roses, rose a mare who recently committed suicide. She was once the maid of Blueblood, her name was Sweet Relief. As the three started to close in on him, he saw that Sweet Relief still had had a knife in her chest. As she sang in harmony, blood trickled from her mouth as the clouds started to cover the white sky. The three mares produced a harmony that grew most... disturbing.

Then someone burned down Mary's house,
Mary's house, Mary's house,
Some-one burned down Mary's house...
But she was dead, before.

"GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!" The prince screamed to the top of his lungs as he tried to make his way out of the triangle of mares. Each one of them rushed in and grabbed him and bound his limbs to his body, or rather disabled his entire body except for his head and neck. As they looked to a hill in the distance, Blueblood saw a tombstone on the hilltop. And leading the funeral procession was a fourth mare that rose from the bed of roses, one far younger than the others. He remembered her as Maria Trotovich. As they continued the processional, they all sang in a harmony that continued to send chills down the prince's spine.

Yes she's been dead a hundred years,
hundred years, hundred years...

Sleeping...

"STOP THIS!" He screamed as they reached the hilltop. He watched as the young Trotovich gave him his last rights. The mares still sang as they waited.

Dead...

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He pleaded as the other mares passed him over the seemingly empty and unmarked grave. A hole opened in the rose bed below. The mares continued to sing.

A hundred years...

"NO! NOOOOOO!!!" He screamed as the mares lowered him into the grave. His mother dropped a final rose on top of him as she gave a tearful goodbye. As the ground closed around him, they finished their medley on a harmonious cadence.

Her lamb's... been dead... for more...

Blueblood stood silent in the grave as he heard the final sounds of breathing. He held his breath, only to find that the breath wasn't his own. He turned to his left side to see what it was. What he found was mortifying to him, as his mother's decomposed corpse lied next to him, smiling.

"H͈̠̫̦̮͖̫̱̼͖̺̼̱͍͕͕̋ͦ̔͑ͭ͊̂ͫ̿̇͆ͬ̈́̒ͥ̒͒e͙̜̦̼̞̱̹̩͍̟̘̯̙͈͎̻̪̖̠ͦ͌̾̆ͥ̿̑͂̏̊̄l͉̣͔̖͉̩̯̹͙̠͍̮͚͙͚̤͌͑̾ͦ̾͋ͧ͆̽͛͋̏̓͒̈́̈́ͣ̓̍l̦̦̗͎̙̦̞͍ͦ̈́ͤ̂́̔͒ͮ̊̽͗̒̌̔͊̓͌͂o̤̦̹͓͖̜̖̝̤̞̭̓̾͆̽̐̌̅,̩͕̰̭̫̣͕̮̤̬͖̦͉̬̜̙̻̂͋̅̃ͥ̽͐̎ ͓͖̻̝̳ͭ̿̒͗ͬ͊ͮ̔̒͋O̮̺̝̪̹͕̬̍ͤͧ̍͌͛͗̀̈͒̓̍̚̚l̟̱̖͊ͫͨ̋̚l͖̗̲̥̯̣̫̼̜̺̞̗̳̝̈ͤ̽̃̿̅̇ͤ̎̌ͮͥ͌ͭ̚ị͇̥͎̗͔̄ͣ͗ͮͥͭͩͯͤͨ̄͂ͩͫ̉̂e̪̞̖̪͙͇̙̼̲̮̖̺͇̤̽̊̋̈́ͦ͌ͭ͛̃ͨͮͮ̾̅ͬͭ̾.̮̦͉͓̒ͥ̐ͮͭ"

Blueblood awoke from his nightmare in the comfort of his own bed. Breathing and panting, he checked on his surroundings. He grew afraid of what was to his left, and jumped out of his bed to see that there was nothing there. He looked back to his mirror and found nothing unusual. Nothing except a pale-ish looking ghoul staring back at him. Blueblood screamed in response.

He charged at his mirror with magic at the ready. But as he ran in front of the mirror, he assumed that his mother was still playing tricks on his mind. He grew annoyed at his mother's antics and tried to get her to stop.

"Ha ha! Very funny. Now stop this illusion at once."

The mirror failed to respond.

"Mother? I'm serious. Stop this trickery at once."

Nothing had changed as he stared at the pale ghoul in the mirror. Placing a hoof to his face, he called back to the mirror in front of him.

"For the last time mother, stop this... mess?"

His hooves felt everything he saw in the mirror. His once smooth face had grown prunish and wrinkly. His mane was now a dull silver in contrast to the gleaming blonde that he used to have. He even realized that his voice had sank in it's usual strength. His once white coat was now light beige from the age. His appearance was that of a pony in their early sixties, which was a polar opposite to his recent appearance of thirty.

For the first time in a long time, Blueblood screamed in total horror.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Author's Note

For those brave enough to wanna listen to the lullaby, this is it.

I originally didn't want to write the clop scene in here, but I realized that would prove to be a rather large plothole. ~~One more than this story already has at this moment, which is probably too many to count.~~

So did anyone notice how the Mary had a little lamb sequence unfolded with Blueblood's humanity (so to speak) being Mary and the lamb being his mother? Welp have fun sleeping. Hooray for weak creepy pasta writing.