When the sole Prince of Equestria was awoken by the commotion going on in Canterlot castle, the first thing he noticed was that the moon was full, and had a far smoother surface on it than usual. The shapely unicorn head that once adorned it was gone. The second thing he noticed, helped by the explosion, was that his home was under attack.
He scrambled out of his luxurious bed, his curlers popping out one by one in his struggle. In his mind, he ran through his escape plan. Of course he had one, he pitied any member of royalty that didn't. No self-respecting member of the monarchy would sit idly waiting for some invader or marauder to finish cutting down their miniscule forces before leaving. A scan of his personal bookshelf led him to a single out-of-place tome: one whose spine bore the image of a rabbit instead of a title. One quick tug with his magic, and the gears and machinations within the castle churned as a section of wall, usually unnoticeable, slid aside, revealing a tunnel. The prince slipped inside, being sure to flip yet another switch inside the passage. The section of wall slid back, and he was never there.
As he calmly walked through the secret corridor, the battle raged on outside. There were calls to arms, bursts of magic, pained and panicked screams, and the occasional rumble of force that reverberated through the tunnel, sending dust falling from it's ceiling. It sounded like an intense battle, and Blueblood could hardly think of an enemy that would fight so hard. Not that it would do them any good. His aunt, Princess Celestia herself, had left hours ago to hold the Summer Sun Celebration in some backwater town called Ponyville. Evidently, whomever had decided to attack this night didn't think she would just come back here to defend the castle the second she found out it was under siege. What an absolute dunce that cretin must be, the prince thought.
Just then, an almighty roar, which could not have come from any mortal cretin, resounded from outside. There were several, great slams of force from above. Then the tunnel caved in.
When the dust began to settle, Blueblood could see a body in the rubble. Before he could investigate, a deep, commanding, but unmistakably female voice boomed, "AND DO NOT CROSS ME AGAIN, YOU LITTLE FOAL!" and the sound of great, sweeping wings taking off followed the owner. When he was sure she was gone, Blueblood crept warily towards the form buried in rocks. It began to stir. It rose from it's prone position, revealing a white unicorn, with a two-tone blue mane, adorned in purple armor trimmed in gold. Shining Armor, Captain of the Guard.
He was wounded. One black eye, several fresh cuts and his armor was barely clinging to his form, it was in such tatters. That monster had done such a number on him, it was no surprise he could barely stand. His breath was labored and each step he tried to take was peppered liberally with shudders of pain.
"Shining?" Blueblood said hopefully. Shining just ignored him, trudging painfully along.
"Shining." he said more forcefully, even as the captain slowed down and started to struggle just to keep upright.
"Shining!" he shouted once more. He was ignored again, but this time, the pony fell to the floor, breathing hard. He spent the last of his energy just walking a few feet.
"What is going on?! What was that thing?!" the prince urged, dying to know what threat could do such damage to the Shield Master of Canterlot. He could only manage a few words before losing conscience.
"Ca...Cadance....she......took her."
Blueblood could swear his heart stopped. Cadance? Princess Cadance? His older sister, the light of his life for countless years? In the clutches of some otherworldly monster? He was quiet for a moment. He turned in the direction she had flown. He ignored the other guards and soldiers, strewn across the halls like dolls. He ignored the scorch marks of magic and the assorted damage to the castle. He did not even mind that the blade he picked up had been shattered in half.
He simply galloped down the corridor. His escape could wait.
Cadance struggled against the grip of the beast. It carried the visage of an alicorn Celestia's size, but was twisted. She was like something out of a nightmare. Fur black as a moonless night. Piercing blue eyes that reminded her of dragons, slit pupils and all. A maw full of pointed teeth, pulled back in a terrifying grin. And from her shiny, armored head, a mane. A mane that was a deep blue that sparkled with stars. A mane she would very much admire if it were not currently threatening to strangle her.
"So," she growled, "my dear sister saw fit to make another alicorn while I was imprisoned? She thought my position could be replaced? Well, it seems she is still the fool after a thousand years. I will deal with you here and now, then continue my reign uncontested."
Sister?! Cadance thought. She didn't know her aunt had a sibling. Though considering her first impression, it was obvious why.
"Wait! Stop! I'm CaGnnhk!" Her protests were halted as the beast's mane tightened it's grip.
"You are no one and nothing to me, foal. I am Nightmare Moon. And Equestria shall be mi-!"
Nightmare herself was cut off as a glint if steel caught her eye. She reared her head back just as it sliced cleanly through the locks of hair that the princess were held by. She fell to the ground with a soft thud. For a split second, she met the eyes of Nightmare with a terrified face. Then she turned tail and jumped through a shattered window, taking flight.
The darker alicorn turned towards her attempted killer. Had she wasted one second in dodging the blade now imbedded in the opposite wall, it would have pierced her eye. She had a new murderous glint in her eyes. Were she not so excited by the prospect of another mortal to bring to her hooves, she would have been shocked to see that the white unicorn with blonde mane and blue eyes bore an incredibly similar expression.
"Stay away from my from sister, bitch." he commanded. Nightmare advanced on the stallion, never breaking her eye contact.
"And just who are you? To command me, the Ruler of the Night? she asked dangerously. The stallion scoffed.
"I don't recall Celestia giving up her position, and I severely doubt you can contest her for the title, so why don't you take your tantrum elsewhere before she returns to puni-"
Blueblood was flipped and slammed on the ground by an invisible force before Nightmare leapt upon him, fangs bared in a menacing manner.
"You arrogant, little, bastard. I am more powerful than Celestia will ever be!" she said as she pressed a strong hoof into his chest. "I should slaughter you right now for such disrespect."
Her words began to deflate Blueblood's bravado. The reality of his position started to dawn on him. He just assaulted some monster that came straight out of a fairy tale with the broken sword, called her a bitch, and threatened her with his Aunt's wrath.
You idiot, he thought. This nutty horse is going to kill you.
"However, I might see fit to spare you." Her expression softened as she looked him over thoroughly, and began to lighten the force behind the hoof on his chest.
Fear crept into Blueblood's voice as he asked, "W-What do you mean?"
At first she didn't answer. She simply moved her armored hoof against his broad chest. Slowly, almost sultry. A sort of blush could be barely seen on her black face. Her eyelids were lowered seductively as she licked her lips. Those signs all made the prince very uncomfortable.
"Oh, you can't hide your true duty from me, mortal. This bulky exterior and fervor in Celestia's name would mark you a guard. But this," Nightmare mused as she wove her cool hair under his chin. "is far too well-groomed, too handsome to risk in any battle. Yes, for all her obliviousness, Celestia still has fine tastes in studs."
"Studs!? I'm not her stu-oof!" Nightmare silenced him by pressing her hoof hard again.
"Alright, alright, her husband, or whatever she deigns to call you. The point is, I will be taking all that she has, all that she has denied me. Equestria, its ponies, their love and respect. I see no reason I should not partake of her toys as well."
Blueblood gulped as she leaned over him, their fur meeting together. She felt cold and dusty. Their faces met.
"So what will it be, Stud? Will you break your allegiance with the Sun, and give your services to the night instead?"
Blueblood considered his options: say no, and wind up far worse than Shining Armor a few rooms away, or say yes, and sexually placate some insane pony with a vendetta against Celestia who was deluded into thinking they were married until his aunt returned.
"Um, yes?" he offered her hopefully. She leapt off of him, looking delighted. Before he could get up, however, she turned and sat on him. His muzzle was shoved into her dark vagina, already slightly wet.
"Good! Now earn your keep, Stud!" she shouted, grinding her marehood into his face.
Blueblood nose scrunched at the prospect. Her folds were colder than the rest of her body. And the smell she gave off. It was....strange. Almost like burned gunpowder. He stuck his tongue out reluctantly, giving her a few licks. Nightmare shifted slightly. He tried to work his muzzle in a workable way, only getting himself deeper inside with every lap. The mare above him gave small moans every so often, and only pushed him further the more he licked. Finding it difficult to breathe, Blueblood worked his head down, attempting to maneuver his mouth and breathe properly, when he nudged a nub at the bottom of her entrance.
Nightmare gave a small yelp, and rose off him slightly. He took the opportunity to take a few gulps of air. The dark mare simply purred and lowered herself again, this time stopping when the prince put his hooves to her flanks to keep her at a distance.
She decided it was time to see what her sister was working with. She put her armored hooves to the stallion's sheath, which had already revealed the tip of his member, no doubt as a result of his excellent oral services. Rolling and rubbing the skin between her forehooves elicited a muffled groan from her stallion. His member began to grow, slowly rising from his crotch and throbbing with his steady heartbeat. When it became half hard, she moved her flowing hair down to his member, and engulfed it, moving along it's length sensually. This got Blueblood to tense up, and his leg to shake slightly. It felt like the grip of a cool night air. His member continued to grow and thicken to it's full size.
Nightmare smiled at her work. As she guessed, he was no slouch in this department. Unless the color, a nice shade of blue, was indicative of some sort of defect in this new age. Otherwise, it was perfect for her needs. She turned her head back to her stud, who was attending to her marehood dutifully. He caught her looking, and stopped, looking at her with a question expression. She smiled, showing her many pointed teeth, and opened her mouth and snapped it shut, showing off its almost audible sharpness. Blueblood's ears lowered in fear as she turned back to his member.
Extending her long tongue, she bent down and licked the tip, which was leaking the slightest bit of precum from her actions. She took great care to lick around the entirety of his large flare. Managing to work her lips around it, she began to gently suckle the tip. Blueblood was caught between the great pleasure of her on his dick and the terror that leaped through him whenever she could feel her dangerous teeth scrape against his skin.
Popping off his member, she licked her lips and began to slide her body backwards. This took her sopping wet vagina out of his face, and instead put his nose on her small teats. Nightmare eyed the thick stallionhood in front of her, and, taking a deep breath, plunged the prince's fleshly sword down her throat. Blueblood fought the urge to cry out. The depths of her throat was the coldest part of her body yet. She worked him without restraint, letting saliva coat his penis until it was dripping down his lower body in thick rivulets. The sound of her sucking echoed throughout the room, lewd and wet. Blueblood could feel an orgasm quickly approaching. Perhaps knowing this, Nightmare drew herself off of him with a loud pop.
Nightmare stepped off of him at last. Blueblood was relieved at first, as his back was beginning to get sore from lying on the ground. But Nightmare once again stopped him, this time by straddling him, and standing tall directly over his penis. She aimed it at her dripping entrance.
"Are you prepared, Stud?"
Blueblood, still throbbing, could only weakly nod. She smiled again, lined him up, and quickly drove him inside to the hilt.
"Eyaaaaahh!" she cried out, the sensation of being filled with a stallion's meat being sorely missed. But the prince had one of his own to let loose.
"GAAAAAAAAHH!" he yelled. The sensation of feeling her innermost depths was something he'd never felt in his life. She was absolutely freezing. He could swear that his princely pride was dipped in a deep freeze. The only thing that made him aware of his still possessing sensation in his dick was the incredible tightness that she used to hold on to him. And after that, it was her powerful riding that brought him back to reality.
She rode him with wild abandon, slamming her scrawny rump down onto his thighs. Her panting was wild, almost desperate, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth with pleasure. Every time she drove herself down, there was a loud squelching produced by his lubed cock's joining with her drooling mareparts. The prince could only grunt in equal parts pain and pleasure as she worked his body for all it was worth. Through it all, he could feel his orgasm approaching quickly.
Suddenly, Nightmare leaned over him, increasing her rate and panting her cool breath directly in his face and letting her drool drip onto his face. Then with one final snap back up, she came. Her cry of ecstasy was deafening, a primal scream that rattled the ceiling of the room and broke every window that wasn't already shattered by her earlier fights. Prince Blueblood felt the splash of liquid at his thighs and it brought him hovering over the edge of his own orgasm.
All of a sudden, with a loud slurp, Nightmare got off of him, a thin line of her juices trailing after her. She whipped her hair to his at-attention member, and wrapped it around. The soft touch brought the prince to orgasm, but the hair tightened unexpectedly, and the flow of his seed was impeded. Desperate to get off, Blueblood struggled to get free of her ethereal grip, but she held fast. Eventually, his orgasm subsided and he ceased his struggle, going limp in her clutches. Satisfied he wasn't going to finish, she let him go with a smug look. His response was one of seething spite.
"Oh, don't worry, Stud." she said in mock sympathy as he was finally allowed to get up. She turned away from him lifted up her tail, squatting slightly to accommodate for his lesser stature. "Show me your true might, and I just might let you ruuuUUUUT!"
She broke into a yell suddenly as the prince threw caution to the wind and entered her. He ignored any further taunts, and protests or commands were lost as he hammered into her. Even her frigid insides gave him no pause. The only sounds that could be heard were the vulgar squelchings and slappings of their bodies that were beginning to mat with sweat. Each merciless thrust pushed her farther forward, until her body met a wall and her head was forced to look backwards at him, his face screwed in anger that she mistook for great effort.
I'm the Prince of Equestria, he thought as he humped her. I'm no one's toy, no one's 'Stud.'
The mare beneath him started to whine as her second orgasm built.
No one uses me, because I use them! Blueblood yelled internally. Every other thought was drowned out by the splash of fluids and the shriek of joy that came from Nightmare. He gave a guttural groan of his own as he was finally able to cum himself. He only gave a few shallow jerks as he filled her insides with his royal seed. Keeping a vice grip on her flanks, he stained her insides white, noting with the smallest of smirks that her canal had a far more tolerable temperature with the addition. She leaned her head back and caught his mouth in a kiss. Blueblood was surprised, but nonetheless returned it, playing with her lithe tongue and dangerous teeth as she probed the confines of his mouth.
When he was done riding his orgasm, they broke the kiss, both of them panting from the exertion. Releasing his death grip, he slowly slid out of her, his flare disengaging with a shluck and falling on his back, spent for the time being. Nightmare slowly circled his spot on the floor, a very satisfied-looking on her face, and a few drops of the prince's seed dripping from her.
"I certainly think you and I will get along," she purred. "I've important business to attend to, so rest for now, Stud. For we will repeat such actions as this again, and again, and again, before this night is over. Because," she said, her wings extending, "it will last FOREVER!
With this final bellow, she blasted a hole in the roof, and took off into the night, her cackling filling the night air. Blueblood could only watch her, catching his breath and shuddering at the coolness he felt.
It might have been hours, or simply minutes afterwards that he opened his eyes to the sweet, familiar voice of his sister panicking.
"BB! What happened?! Where did she go!? What did she do to you!?" she yelled.
"She, ugh, we, eh. Had a grand time, dear sister." was all he could respond with before his world went dark.
Author's Note
And that's the first clop I've ever written.
As always, comments, critique, and checking out my other stories is recommended.
Luna walked through the halls of Canterlot. Alone.
She thought it wise, what with the nation still learning of her return, and she was still unsure how they would come to react if they found out Nightmare Moon, the ancient evil, was not only 'cleansed' of her evil and expected to live among them, but was also to eventually take the reigns of Equestria alongside her sister again. True, she had gotten an almost inexplicably warm welcome in that Ponyville town, but she hadn't lain waste to it, not like the castle she was in now.
Thinking of such damages, she came upon the very same halls, still littered with some debris, but all broken weapons and scattered soldiers removed. She closed her eyes and began to think of the night before. All the screaming. The crying of troops and civilians alike. The spectacular beating she applied to the Captain. That Cadenza pony whom she had squealing in her grasp. That wondrous stallion that gave her the first proper rutting in eons...
Her eyes snapped open, and she immediately clutched her head with her hooves in shame, something she did increasingly as of late. That stallion! Her own sister's husband! How could she do such a thing?! She had forgiven her for trying usurp the crown and shroud the land in eternal night, but what would she say if she coerced and laid down with her beloved!? Surely, she thought as she clopped down the corridor, he will say something if I do not speak to him. I must find him quickly! With that goal in mind, she raced down the hall, in search of the Sun's Stud.
Blueblood awoke groggily in his bed. He wondered what had become of the madmare he had been forced to rut the night before. Though, if the sky was any indication, her idea of 'an Eternal Night' proved as unlikely as he'd thought. He hoped intensely that her other plan of making him her stud failed just as hard.
He was able to drag himself out of bed, and spotted his bedside table. There was a vase full of flowers, with a small card that said:
Rest easy and get well soon, little brother!
-Cady
Oh, his dear sister was alright. There was good news. Perhaps he would go downstairs and see if he could get any information on what that animal wanted. Or he could stay in his room and have a drink. Nah, he would go downstairs.
He opened the door to his room to see a light blue shape streak across his path. It immediately stopped before it rounded a corner, and looked behind itself. It was a mare. A rather young mare. With wings and a horn. Blueblood had never been made aware of an alicorn besides his aunt and sister, so he was rightly surprised. In fact, the only other one he'd ever seen was the one that attacked him last night.
But he didn't have much time to process the information, as she froze at his sight, before shrinking down to a submissive stance. He did however notice the sad little sparkle in her eyes that were such an appealing shade of teal....
"Um, I...hello, sir." she said, being careful not to make eye contact with him.
"Hello?" he offered, "who might you be?"
She gulped, and tried to raise her head a little. "I'm Luna. My name is....Luna."
Beautiful name. the prince thought. "And, was there something you needed, Luna?" he said, walking up to her, causing her to shrink back even more.
"I...well, I..." she stammered. Blueblood just looked at her squirm uncomfortably, unable to get out whatever information she needed to communicate. She flushed and fidgeted and rattled her little black regalia pieces. He soon grew tired of waiting.
"Look, miss," he said, catching her attention and finally drawing her gaze directly to him, "You could have just sent me a letter if my presence is this difficult for-"
"I'M SORRY!" she finally blurted out. The outburst silenced Blueblood, who could only watch on as more apologies streamed from her deeply saddened face. "I'm sorry for what I did to you! I couldn't control my urges, and I shouldn't have forced myself on you! And I swear, if what I've done affected your relationship with Celestia at all,"
She suddenly found herself silenced as Blueblood thrust a hoof forward, holding her muzzle.
"Just hold on a second! What are you going on about? When did you force anything of yours on my person?" he asked, removing his hoof. The prince was no stranger to being sought after by suitors. With his sister spoken for and his Aunt a star no one dared touch without being prompted, ponies more often than not, aimed for him when seeking some Royal Loving. He'd gone so far as to compile a list of the mares (and horrifyingly, stallions) that tried to entice him, and he knew he would have remembered a cute little alicorn this emotional.
She took a few breaths. "I...I am the one who attacked you last night, and I am eternally sorry for the transgression, sir. I truly, truly am." There were a few tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she looked forlornly at him, waiting for a response.
Blueblood just stood there, staring at her. Then he grimaced horribly. "That was you!?" he asked, backing up a little. This adorable little lady was the same black furred marauder from the night before!? "What happened to you?"
"I was...cleansed of my darkness, sir. By the Elements of Harmony." Blueblood had no idea what those were. All he knew was that Nightmare Moon was back, right in front of him. Tiny, blue, and begging forgiveness. The reality, when it hit him, set the gears in his head turning.
"Well, that's all well and good, miss," he started, and Luna seemed to get some hope in her before he continued with, "but, who will cleanse me?" Her face fell. "Who will remove the memories? Of being scared nearly to death as my home was ravaged by screams and explosions? Of having dear, sweet Cadance kidnapped? Or how about beating and bloodying our brave, selfless guards?"
Every part he dredged up made Luna hold her head lower and lower, until her head was touching the floor and some tears flowed down her face slowly. "And at the end of it all...taken advantage of by the mare responsible for it all." He put great dramatics on this last line, speaking of it in a grave tone and putting his hoof to his head in mocking swoon. "Oh, I don't know how I could ever sleep again, Luna!"
Looking at him from her prone state on the floor, the blue alicorn drew herself up, seeming to come to decision. She turned around and lifted her tail, exposing her blue vagina. Caught completely off-guard, Blueblood just stared at the sight, feeling a tingle in his groin as he did so. Regaining composure, he asked, "M-Miss Luna, what are you doing?"
She turned her head to him, no longer crying, but giving a small smile. "I want you to use me, sir. Use me like I used you. Surely, that would make some amends for the personal crime against yoooooOOUU!" she squealed, as she felt a sudden dampness at her nethers. Blueblood gave her a few rough laps before drawing back and licking his lips. Still cool. But now it was sweet.
He stepped aside from the door to his room, tapping her rear to direct her inside. "Please, do come in, dear. And by the way, it isn't 'Sir,'" he told her as she walked in. "It's Blueblood."
The room was immaculate, as was befitting of royalty. He led him past his expansive wardrobe, modest bookshelf, and strange, padlocked cabinet and made a beeline for the prince's bed. It was king sized, with ocean blue sheets, and Luna could feel how incredibly soft it was when Blueblood nudged her onto it. It was almost cloud soft.
The prince scuttled onto the bed himself. He was very eager to start, as his erection that had bobbing and throbbing since they entered the room was any indication. He turned to her with a very smug smile and angled his length at her head. She gulped nervously. It seemed bigger than before.
"Go ahead, dear," he purred. "earn your keep."
She took the length in her hooves, it twitched at her touch, like an excited animal. Rubbing it with her hooves, she took her time feeling its hardness and warmth. This elicited a small groan from the prince. She brought the member to her chest, adding her furred stomach to the sensations.
"Ohh, yes." the prince moaned, his back leg shaking a little. Encouraged, she scooted closer to him, so that her thighs came close to his own. She continued to hoof the prince's erect phallus and slowly brought her body forward, burying the majority of his penis tightly between their bodies. This excited Blueblood further, who began to thrust into the space between them. As he did, clear pre leaked from him, and the thrusting smeared the stickiness all over her chest. A few particular hard ones got his member to poke her lips. Looking up to see an approving nod from the prince, she obediently opened her mouth.
Blueblood immediately dove his head inside, getting a muffled yelp from Luna. He moaned as he used the soft, cool wetness of her mouth, which Luna helped along with a flick or lap of her warm tongue every other movement. He began to thrust faster, his orgasm building fast. He attempted to tug out of Luna's mouth, but felt resistance. He looked down to see that she had held fast to him and was actively suckling his member. It felt nice, but he had no intention of finishing there.
With a sharp tug, he came free of her mouth, to which she whined in protest. But before she could return it, Blueblood held her off with a hoof, using his other to quickly finish himself off. He directed his length at Luna's face, and came. A few white ropes of seed landed on her face. Luckily, she closed her eyes before they hit, letting them land harmlessly in her eyelids. She opened her eyes again, wincing at some of the wetness on her face that she wiped away with a hoof. She gave it a lick afterwards, and did not find it terrible.
"Huff...Alright....now turn around." the prince ordered. Luna did as she told, lifting her rear and tail expectantly. Blueblood took some time to admire it. Petite, tight, getting wet, and the dark portions of her strange cutie mark actually met in the middle of it. Cute.
He moved his body over Luna's body, but did not penetrate her. Rather, he straddled her, sandwiching her body between his own and his penis. His throbbed harder as he rapidly rubbed her with his member, slathering him with her secretions. Humping her like this, her arousal grew, and the moisture from her entrance increased. She fidgeted from the friction, and began to mewl.
"Ohhh please, Sir Blueblood, ah! I beg thee, take your pleasure and tease me no longer!"
She was right, he decided. No reason to stall his gratification. He stepped back, allowing his member to jerk up and align with her hole properly. Prodding her slightly, he finally slid inside her, working himself halfway in. Luna moaned a little at the feeling.
He gave a few shallow shoves, and thought about how her insides felt now. They were no longer a biting blizzard of pain. There was a coldness, but it was relaxed, a subdued kind of cold. And there was an underlying warmth buried in there. The whole thing was like a patch of snow, hiding the heart of a scared, fluttering little bird.
Harshly, he shoved himself the rest of the way in, hitting the entrance to her womb. This got Luna to let out a yelp of surprise. But Blueblood ignored her and set to work, slowly fucking her and building into a rhythm with his thrusts.
Luna panted, loving the way he worked her over. It had escaped her entirely that this was meant as an act of penance on her part. She just enjoyed being rutted by her sister's stallion. Feeling him put more weight on her head, she looked to see he was in her hair, sniffing it deeply. Smiling, she stealthily bent her forelegs, letting her front half rest on the bed. Then she moved her hooves under her, to the marehood currently being steadily pleasured. But before she could help herself, the powerful pounding stopped.
Blueblood lifted himself off her back. Hooking a leg under one of her own, he flipped her onto her back. Luna's surprise was such that she was almost overwhelmed when he bent over he and did her faster than before. She began to moan and writhe with his newfound energy, and her orgasm built up fast.
The prince, meanwhile, felt some strange things of his own. To have an alicorn, a kind of pony powerful simply by virtue of existing, a pony any other pony would kill to be in favor of, let alone rut at their leisure beneath him felt empowering. He felt incredible. Superior. Dominant. He looked down at Luna, her face scrunched, orgasm seconds away. Giving in to his insane impulse, he gave savage growl, and bite down hard on Luna's shoulder.
Her eyes shot open.
"Eyaaaaaaaaahhhh!" Luna screamed in ecstasy as her marehood clamped down on the prince's dick, and she wrapped her legs tightly around his neck. Her fluids gushed in torrents, making an awful mess on his bed.
Blueblood felt it, but hardly reacted, opting to hammer through her cumming to focus on his own. As he came closer and closer, with Luna babbling praise in his ear, she changed. In the prince's haze of arousal and instinct, she changed. Her fur was suddenly white. Her hair had shades of green and pink added to it. And suddenly it was his aunt that he was fucking with abandon.
No! he yelled internally, trying to force the image out of his vision. It worked, and once again it was little Luna that was in tears for his touch. But it did not last long. For soon, she changed again. This time, his sight was flooded with pink, and the hair was decked in purple, yellow and more pink. He could swear an all-too familiar voice was encouraging him, egging him on, telling him what a good, strong stallion he was.
Well, fuck.
Blueblood came. Hard. He thrust inside Luna as far as he was able, his member almost painfully hard. He pumped her full of his thick load, snorting and gritting his teeth like a desperate animal. When his spurts finally ceased, he stood there, breathing heavily, before letting go of Luna's shoulder. The bite wasn't too deep, but there was some blood dripping from it. Exhausted, he languidly pulled out of her, releasing a flood of his seed as he did so, and fell forward, making sure to land beside Luna's heavily worn form.
He lied there, his breathing ragged. Luna managed to scoot over to him, and wrapped his large hooves around her neck. From his position, he could see the bite wound he left.
"It's alright, Sir. Tis not a grievous wound." she assured him. Her horn glowed a soft blue, and the flesh was knitted in seconds, leaving only a few specks of blood and a barely noticeable scar behind. Blueblood settled into his bed, and drifted off, Luna settling into his broad chest. Just before he slipped off, he could hear her musings. "Sleep well, my king...."
Blueblood was the first to wake. It was beginning to get late in the day, the clock showing it was well past noon. No doubt the rest of the family would be wondering where he was. He was surprised Cadance hadn't come knocking. But he could focus on that later.
He slowly left the bed, which he noticed reeked of his and his partner's act. The smell was pungent, but somehow gratifying. Making his way to his bookcase, he searched the tomes for the right book. He found it, with a snake emblazoned on the spine. Taking it down with his magic, he flipped it to the appropriate page, where a key was hidden. Taking it, he strolled leisurely to the padlocked cupboard that occupied on corner of the room. Unlocking it, and tossing the lock side he opened it reveal his private collection. Of alcohol. Celestia preached the virtues of a life without such a vice since before he was born, but she didn't put up the fuss he had expected when she discovered this cupboard for herself. Ales, wines, and spirits from all over Equestria were here, and Blueblood couldn't think of any other way to follow a good rutting.
Skimming the labels, he eventually chose a bottle he acquired from a supplier in Ponyville. A bumpkin town, to be sure, but in this case, good liquor was good liquor, wherever it came from. He took a glass from inside the cupboard as well, getting a second after some thought. Maybe he could stoke that little bird's heart into a real fire.
Pouring both drinks, he moved to take a sip, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Setting one drink down, he answered it. It was Shining Armor, patched up and in much better condition than before. He opened his mouth to greet him, but scrunched his face up, no doubt at the smell that permeated the room.
"Ugh, hey B. Good to see you're feeling better." he asked, though he was clearly disgusted.
"And you as well, Armor. Tell me, how are things in the rest of the castle?"
"Oh, we're fine out here, the city's calmed down and there were no serious injuries to the guards. But, I came to ask if you've seen Princess Luna?"
"Princess Luna? Oh, well I might have seen her around." he said haughtily, taking a swig of his drink.
"C'mon, B, Celestia wants to know if her sister is alright."
Blueblood spit out his drink just to the side of Shining's head, and coughed harshly before he continued.
"H-Her sister?" he choked.
"Yeah, I was surprised too. I got beat by boss's little sister."
"Oh, i-is that right?" Blueblood responded shakily. The drink is his magic grip wouldn't hold steady, and the drink splashed out of it, while he tried and failed to keep a smug smile.
"Yeah, I even talked it over with her. Turns out she doesn't have any other sisters, so it turns out that she's like, your great-great-great-great-great-grandma!"
Blueblood had a hard time keeping his stomach steady. His grandma. His grandma. He just got done rutting his grandma's brains out! A second time!
"Well, urp, if I see her I'll tell her you're, ugh, looking for her."
"Thanks, B. And please, be nice to her. She's kind of low right know and doesn't need to be given a hard time."
And with that, Shining limped away down the hall. Blueblood slowly closed the door, and held his mouth in his hoof, desperately trying to keep himself together, he then heard the clopping of hooves behind him, and turned to see Luna, with a drink glass floating beside her.
"Mmmm, Sir Blueblood? I hope you don't find this callous of me, but I am curious. Now that you have had me and my sister, whose loins do you prefer?"
Author's Note
I felt the clop wasn't done very well. Thoughts?
