Blueblood the spiteful

The Royal guards dragged Blueblood across the parade grounds as he continued to whine. "No, unhoof me! Let me go! I don't deserve this! You-"

"HALT!" was heard and the Guards stopped. Blueblood looked around, and spotted the figure before him.

"This is for being such a jerk at the Grand Galloping Gala!" The figure said before he felt a kick between his rear legs.

Blueblood doubled over in pain with muzzle buried in the carpet. His eyes met with his attacker " You can't do this to me, I'm a Prince!" He whimpered pathetically.

"Spike at your service, Prince." said the Drake as he extended an angry claw. "You're so below my pay grade. Treating Rarity like that, you deserve it. Guards? Carry on."

They dragged him to his new room, which was covered in cob webs. They threw him in and locked the door.

He quickly lifted himself up onto the bed. "Ugh... this room."

Blueblood was forced to wait in his room for Celestia to come in. Soon, a barely audible click was heard.

"Blueblood."

"Aunt Ti-"

"No." Celestia sighed. "I was never your aunt, nor will I ever be. I tolerated this behaviour, but today was unacceptable." Celestia stood to full height.

"You will be given 30 days of labor, each given by a different pony. Tomorrow you shall start you punishment."

Blueblood could only watch in silence as Celestia walked out of the room, wondering what horror's awaits him.