Extortion

by Raiden Gekkou

Rating: mature
Tags: Random
Length: 5067

While on business in Ponyville, Prince Blueblood discovers Big Macintosh's sordid little secret.

While on business in Ponyville, Prince Blueblood discovers Big Macintosh's sordid little secret. What will it take to keep him quiet? Inspired by Embezzlement.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-27 08:40:01 UTC

A Royal Pain

"Why hello there, shmoopy doo!"

Applejack and the rest of the Apple clan were going for a Saturday outing. Big Macintosh had declined the trip and as such, decided to spend that time with his favorite playmate.

"It's so nice to see you too, miss Smarty Pants!"

"Big Macintosh! Ah hope ya'll decent in there!"

The sound of Applejack outside of his door sent the red stallion into a frenzy of trying to hide the fact that he was playing with a doll. He looked around and saw that his usual spot under the bed would be a little too visible from the doorway, so he picked Smarty Pants up and tossed her up onto the ceiling fan right as his younger sister opened the door.

"Hey there Mac, we're gettin' ready to head out. Ya sure ya don't wanna come with?"

Big Macintosh wondered if he was giving anything away. He thought that he felt sweat running down his brow. What would Applejack think if she found out that her big brother was playing with dolls? Luckily for him, she didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, so he breathed an inward sigh of relief and spoke his trademark phrase.

"Eeyup."

"Well alrighty then. We're gonna be headin' over to this newfangled Appletarium thing over in Canterlot. They say that they can grow bigger apples in just a tiny bit of time. Ah just think they're foolin' themselves," Applejack said. The farmer mare then bent her head down, and with a quick upwards jerk and a puff of breath, sent her stetson into the air, where It did a few flips before landing squarely back on her head. She grinned as she bent the front of her hat down and said "Ain't nopony grows apples like the Apple family!"

"Eeyup," Big Macintosh said as he bore a grin of his own. His family was known for Its bravado.

"Alrighty then, you'll be holdin' down the fort fer a while," Applejack said as she made her way downstairs where Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were waiting on her.

"Eeyup," Big Macintosh said with a mock military salute.

There was a knock at the door right as the rest of the Apple family was leaving.

"Who is it?" Apple Bloom questioned.

"Ah don't know, but let's find out," Applejack said as she opened the door and was met by a white unicorn with a blonde mane and tail.

"Beg pardon, but this is the Apple family farm, I presume?"

Judging by the way the newcomer spoke, Applejack knew this unicorn wasn't from around Ponyville, but he did seem familiar.

"Yep, the one and only. The name's Applejack, what can I do fer ya?" Applejack said.

"Yes, well, I am the noble Prince Blueblood, and I have come to inquire about your famous apple pies."

"Wait just a minute, I remember you! Yer the one that gave mah friend Rarity such a hard time, and had the gall to spit up the delicious food I was sellin'!" The farmer mare exclaimed as the memory of the Grand Galloping Gala came back to her.

The Prince looked a little uneasy.

"I do apologize for the way I acted while dealing with your wares, but as a noble, I cannot be seen feasting upon food prepared by commoners. That is why I am here now: No one of stature is around to see me. Make no mistake miss, the food was divine," Blueblood said.

Applejack wasn't expecting the Canterlot noble to apologize, nor was she expecting his reasoning, but she quickly recovered.

"Well, it’s a might nice of you to apologize for badmouthing the goods, but you still hurt Rarity's feelings! She's a good mare and you had no business treatin' her like a doormat!" Applejack said.

"About your friend, I do hope that she understands that I simply cannot indulge every mare that shows interest. I shudder to think of the various gold diggers and charlatans who would latch on and bleed me if I were to be so open to their advances," Prince Blueblood explained.

At this, Applejack got angry. "Now hold on there partner, Rarity ain't no gold digger! She's the most generous and respectable mare I know!" She yelled.

Applejack thought that she saw a minute flash of indignancy in Blueblood's eyes, but it seemed to fade as he spoke. "And as someone meeting her for the first time, how would I have been able to discern this beforehand?" The Prince questioned.

"Ah, uh, well..." Applejack stumbled before Granny Smith spoke up from behind her.

"He's right y'know? There's no way he could've known. Let's cut the poor fella some slack, seeing as he's apologizing."

"Thank you ma'am," Blueblood said to the elderly mare with a nod.

"Are you really a prince?" Apple Bloom asked, squeezing her way between her sister and grandmother to get a look at their guest.

"Why certainly," the unicorn replied. He looked down to see a yellow filly with big brown eyes gazing up at him in awe. He noticed the big, plain red bow on her head, and thought that she would look much better with a purple silken bow with gold trim and a topaz in the center.

"Wow, you sure are handsome! You just got to be a real prince!"

"Well, when you are bred of the finest royal stock, good looks are assured," the Prince gushed, striking a slight pose.

"Alright Apple Bloom, quit fawning over him. You should be watchin' colts yer age, like that Snips feller," Applejack encouraged.

"Eww, but he looks like a green piggy!"

Applejack and Granny Smith shared a chuckle at that. The farmer then regarded Blueblood. The Prince wasn't trying to be a bad guy back then, he was just trying to adhere to Canterlot's standards. He didn't mean any harm by it, so she really couldn't hold him to it.

"Well Bluey, ah'm sorry fer giving you a hard time 'bout all that mess there at the Gala. Water under the bridge?" Applejack asked while holding out a hoof.

Prince Blueblood looked down at the offered hoof for a second before rolling his eyes and returning the gesture. "Quite so."

"Well alrighty then, we were just about to head to Canterlot to see that newfangled Appletarium, but mah brother Big Macintosh is stayin' here, so he can get ya'll squared away. Just head on in and he'll take care of ya," Applejack offered.

"That sounds adequate," the Prince replied. "While Canterlot has many bakers that can produce the finest of pies, yours are of another standard entirely, so much so that I simply had to make the trip to procure more."

Granny Smith beamed proudly and spoke. "We've been perfectin' our craft for generations, so it's no surprise that some fancy-schmancy royal baker can't do what down-home farmers can. We make all our pies from scratch, and we grow the ingredients ourselves. T'ain't no way like the Apple family way," She said with a grin.

"Come on granny, if yer head gets any bigger, yer walker ain't gonna be able to support ya," Applejack joked as she ushered her grandmother and sister past Blueblood. “Take care Bluey. Big Macintosh is a big guy like yerself, so maybe you two can find somethin' ya'll have in common."

I highly doubt it.

"Bye Prince Bluey!" Apple Bloom yelled as the group walked towards the farm gates.

The noble waved politely at them as they made their exit.

"Bluey? These ponies simply must attain some manner of class and respect, but, they are farmers, so I cannot expect much from them," the Prince spoke as he walked into the Apple clan house.

Prince Blueblood took a look around and winced. "My word, I know some places have rustic charm, but this is simply barbaric!" He said.

The interior was of a western-style ranch house complete with the works, but the noble thought that it needed work.

This place looks as if it could very well fall apart from nothing more than a forcible exhalation.

As Blueblood took to the stairs, he heard a voice, one that sounded like a giddy child. As he grew closer to the source, he realized that it was a stallion that was producing such childish banter.

I Pray that I am not to be assaulted by some lunatic, or at the very least slobbered upon by an imbecile.

Blueblood made his way to the top of the stairs and noticed that the dialogue was coming from the door closest to him. When he peeked through the cracked door, he saw a large red stallion in overalls with an orange mane and tail. What surprised him more was the fact that the stallion was playing with a doll that looked fit only for a furnace. He opened the door and announced his presence.

"Ahem."

Big Macintosh spun around with a surprised yelp. He made the split-second decision to slide miss Smarty Pants under his bed.

"Who are you? What're you doin' here?" The earth stallion asked.

"My name is Prince Blueblood. I was instructed by Applejack to approach you for the service of ordering some apple pies," Blueblood said with barely contained amusement.

Big Macintosh knew that his visitor had seen miss Smarty Pants, but he didn't know how much else he saw, or how much he had heard for that matter.

"Well alright, let's get ya taken care of," Big Macintosh said, trying to keep his nervousness out of his voice.

It had only taken a short few minutes for Big Macintosh and Prince Blueblood to work out a delivery schedule, one that included the shipment being labeled as coming from a well-known bakery in Canterlot to hide the fact that the Prince had obtained the goods from commoners. As they were finishing up, Prince Blueblood spoke.

"What foalish manner of shenanigans were you partaking of as I came upon you?"

Aw hay.

"T'was nothing. Just cleaning mah room and found mah little sister's doll," Big Macintosh lied.

The Prince grew slightly annoyed.

"Have you forgotten who you are in the presence of?"

Big Macintosh grew nervous as he took note of the fancy clothing that Blueblood wore, and how his mane and tail were styled to perfection. couple with his cold, almost hateful expression, he looked more like a judge and executioner, rather than nobility. Still, he decided to try again.

"Nnnope."

"I am a Canterlot prince. All day I deal with those beneath me who think that they can trick their way into mine and my great-great-great-great-great auntie Celestia's graces, so what makes you think that I would fall for the half-witted deceit of some bumpkin? You were playing with a foal's toy, admit it."

The farmer was starting to believe that the prince saw and heard everything, but still decided to deny it. "I wasn't. T'ain't right for a stallion to play with dolls."

"What is that you are doing with your face?" Blueblood questioned.

It was at this time that Big Macintosh noticed that he fell prey to the same tell as Applejack when it came to lying. He was starting to sweat as well.

"Just uh, something sour."

"You weren't eating".

The red stallion could tell that his guest was getting angry with his lies, but he wouldn't let it be known that he was playing with a doll. Stallions were supposed to be hard-working, dependable, and strong. What would others say if it was known that Big Macintosh plays with dolls like a little filly?

"T'was nothing alright!?" Big Macintosh yelled, his voice dripping with nervousness.

Prince Blueblood sneered.

A simpleton like you dares to raise his voice at me? Dares to continually mock me with his lies!? I may put up with this from other nobles, but you are naught but a worthless dirt pusher! You have no standing! Blueblood shouted. His horn glowed bright blue as he magicked miss Smarty Pants from underneath the bed.

Big Macintosh gulped as he saw that the jig was up. He then let out a panicked gasp as Blueblood produced a magical flame underneath miss Smarty Pants.

"Please don't hurt her!"

The Prince snickered. "Her? This is but a ragdoll that should be sent to the scrap heap posthaste. Why shouldn't I?"

Big Macintosh didn't think that he could convince the noble to let her go, so he rushed him, hoping to tackle him and get miss Smarty Pants to safety. Surely some fancy noble would be so averse to rough physical contact that he would simply drop her and flee.

The Prince however, snarled and braced himself. When the famer collided with him, he barely budged. Then to Big Macintosh's great surprise, Blueblood shoved him up and off-balance, and with a roar, jumped forward while still holding him in his hooves, taking the earth stallion down in a flying tackle.

The unicorn leaned in close to Big Macintosh's ear and spoke, his voice low and dripping with hatred. "Filthy wretch, make no mistake, I may be royalty, but I am the finest prince that Canterlot has to offer. For a lowly farmer to think that he could best me in combat is absurd."

He then climbed off of the red stallion and magicked him to his hooves, while extinguishing the flame underneath the captive doll and flinging it onto the bed.

"Now, you will repay me for wasting my precious time with your lies, and for assaulting my person," Blueblood spoke.

Big Macintosh became indignant. "Ah'll do no such thing! You were gonna hurt miss Smarty Pants!"

The Prince scoffed. "And if I tell everyone that you enjoy playing with foal's toys? And a rather decrepit one at that."

The farmer's heart stopped. His pride was on the line, but he'd have to swallow it to ensure that his secret stay hidden. He'd have to bend to the noble's whim. He sighed and spoke "You won't tell anyone, will ya?"

"The overalls. Lose them."

"What!?" Yelled a shocked Big Macintosh.

"I will only repeat myself once more. Disrobe. That is an order coming from one far superior to yourself. Remember, I have information that you would rather not see exposed."

Ah don't get it. Applejack described him like a prissy prince blowhard, but this ain't no prince. No way, no how. Ah don't know what he wants from me, but a stallion doesn't cower.

The farmer undid the two snaps on the straps of his overalls. He then shuffled out of the garment and let it fall to the floor, sliding it behind him.

Prince Blueblood began circling Big Macintosh. The earth pony could feel those icy blue eyes burning his bare form at every angle.

The noble took note of his captive.

The orange mare was right, he is a large fellow like myself. But whereas my prized physique is honed from proper training, he toils in the dirt like a lowly servant. Still, I cannot deny that he has acquired a respectable musculature. His backside his toned. His chest is strong and tight. His undercarriage is also of good shape. Though I cannot get past his mane and tail. His tail is cropped short like wear and tear on an old doll, and that mane is so scruffy and unkempt, almost as if he is a commoner's plaything. Hmmm, very well, I shall play with my new.....toy...... for the time being.

Prince Blueblood's horn glowed as he stripped away his clothing, folding them neatly and placing them on the nearby dresser, much to Big Macintosh's surprise.

"Wha-what're you doing?"

"Questioning a noble as if we were on common ground? You really are full of yourself. You shall fellate me."

"Nuh-uh. I don't lie with other stallions. Nothin' against it, just ain't fer me" Big Macintosh said.

Blueblood grinned. "You speak as though you have a choice in the matter. Might I remind you that you are in my debt for earlier, lest I make public knowledge of your foalish whims," The Prince threatened. "You enjoy playing with dolls, correct? Well then, let's have a little dinner party. Your appetizer awaits," Blueblood said as he gestured to his privates.

Big Macintosh detested the noble, but knew that he would have to obey his every command if he wanted to keep his reputation intact.

The farmer slowly walked towards the other stallion. He knelt down underneath him to see that his blackmailer's penis was already semi-erect and dripping with precum. He inched closer, stuck his tongue out, and licked the head.

"Are you scared? You weren't so timid when you charged me, so your fear is not warranted now."

Prince Blueblood put a hoof on the back of his captive's head and forced him onto his cock, and began thrusting in and out of the earth pony's mouth.

Big Macintosh was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion and began gagging. it surprised him at first, but after a minute or two, he had gotten used to the feeling of Blueblood's dick sliding up and down his throat. He slowly began to enjoy the salty taste of his debtor's flesh.

What's wrong with me? Wh-why am ah likin' this?

Big Macintosh began sliding his tongue around Blueblood's shaft as it moved around in his mouth until he heard the noble grunt, and felt a torrent of sticky fluid washing down his throat. Again, due to the lack of warning, he gagged and coughed, sending drops of cum onto the floor in front of him.

The Prince pulled out of the farmer's mouth and lifted his head up. He then forced his lips onto Big Macintosh's, his tongue caressing the inside of the earth pony's mouth.

Big Macintosh wasn't expecting his first kiss to be with another male, but relished the feeling and kissed back, their tongues intertwining with each other. The earth pony felt the Prince's soft blonde mane brushing against his face. That, coupled with the light scent of his cologne, the residual musk from his cock, and his tongue lapping at his own, made him shudder like a mare in heat.

After a scant few seconds, Blueblood pulled away from the red stallion and pushed him to the ground. He then spoke. "Mmm, fine stock indeed. I hope you have enjoyed your appetizer, but it looks like you have made quite a mess," Prince Blueblood said, regarding the spilled semen. "Finish your food."

Big Macintosh dared not question the noble, and began licking the spilled seed off of the ground.

"You missed some," Prince Blueblood said with a sharp grin.

"Where? I got it all up off th-"

He was interrupted as the Prince swung his still hard length across his face, leaving a fresh streak of cum.

"There."

Big Macintosh wiped his face of the semen and looked at his stained hoof, while fighting back tears.

Why is he doin' this ta me? What all does he want from me? Don't matter. I gotta stay strong.

Big Macintosh steeled himself and licked the collected cum from his hoof as his captor spoke.

"What is this? A frown? I thought you enjoyed having tea parties with your little playthings? Am I not as fun as your little doll? Anyways, it is time for your palate cleanser."

The Prince turned around, presenting his backside to the indebted commoner.

"Yours is not a tongue of silver, but it shall do."

Big Macintosh caught the hint and approached the noble's rear. He traced his tongue around the Prince's balls, enjoying the strong musk. He then slid one into his mouth rolling his tongue around it before sliding it out, after which, he repeated this process with the other. Then, he took them both deep into his mouth at once, gently suckling on them and running his muscular organ along Blueblood's perineum, taking in the salty flavor, and causing Prince Blueblood a soft moan. After a while, he pulled back and let the royal's testicles drop from his mouth.

Big Macintosh ran his tongue around the edges of Blueblood's flanks, caressing his cutie marks. He then ran his tongue up the middle around the outside of the Prince's butt, kissing and sucking on each cheek.

"You have toyed around for long enough. Get to It," Blueblood ordered.

The farmer circled the outer edge of the noble's anus with his tongue a few times before pushing it inside. The earth pony enjoyed the softness of Blueblood's ass against his face, and the taste of his insides. The unicorn began clenching his sphincter while pushing backwards against Big Macintosh, driving the writing tongue deeper inside of him as he moaned.

After a few more minutes of tongue play, the noble moved forward, dragging the commoner's out, leaving a thick strand of saliva connecting the two. he then magicked the top cover off of Big Macintosh's bed and laid it on the floor.

The lack of a decent thread count is preposterous, but it shall perform its duty just as well.

Prince Blueblood laid back on the cover and motioned his captive towards him. He noticed a jar of apple jam on the dress and magicked the lid off. He then brought a large glob of it over to him and slathered his member with it.

"It is time for your first course, so take a seat. Seeing as how you have chosen to cooperate so graciously, I shall allow you to sit at the adult's table, rather than the one used for foals at their worthless tea parties."

Big Macintosh looked at Blueblood for a few seconds before complying. He didn't like how the so-called prince was treating him like dirt, but no matter what he was yelling to himself in his head about how stallions are supposed to be solid and proud, he was beginning to like being lead around by the nose.

The commoner walked over top of the Prince before he began to lower himself onto the waiting cock. He didn't get very far before Prince Blueblood spoke, his voice laden with haughty annoyance.

"What do you think you are doing? I said you could sit at the table, but what makes you think that I would give a dirt pusher permission to face nobility like me? turn the other way and proceed."

Big Macintosh sighed and did as he was instructed, turning around and propping himself up with his forelegs before lowering himself onto the Prince's dick. He slowly pushed down onto the head, the slick jam easing its path inside of him. He then began raising and lowering himself onto the head, getting used to the feeling of something sliding in and out of his backside, a feeling that he never thought he would experience. He heard an impatient gruff from behind him, but chose to ignore it, not wanting to rush into his first experience. The farmer then felt a pair of hooves push against his hind legs, sending them out from underneath him and dropping him onto the entire length of Blueblood's penis all at once. He let out a pained scream as tears drew their way down his cheeks from the surging pain in his backside. He heard a voice.

"It is just like common trash to keep nobility waiting. You will not sit here and waste my time with your antics. Work like the peasant that you are!"

Big Macintosh chose not to speak. He repositioned his legs and slowly lifted himself up and down the shaft, giving a pained groan each time he went back down. He moved to wipe away his tears when Blueblood spoke up.

"Leave them be. Those tears mark you as what you truly are: A weakling. The noble class is comprised of the strongest ponies that society has to offer. You don't see true nobles cry, and those that do should be cast out on their faces. Why do you always hear about the problems of commoners such as yourself? Because those like you surround themselves with nothing worthwhile, and who can derive joy from worthlessness? Worthlessness is a broken ladder that leads into the pit of despair. That, is why the common folk cry so much about their.....problems. Look back into my eyes."

The earth pony craned his neck and looked into the Prince's blue eyes.

"Do you see these beautiful icy blue eyes before you? These eyes have not shed a tear since I matured into stallionhood. They are icy because they are frozen. I will not allow the passage of tears from them because that is strength leaving you, and that strength. Is. What. Makes. Me. Noble, Blueblood growled."

Big Macintosh felt his mouth dry a little at the dangerous tone that the Prince ended his monologue with, and he also felt his cock harden because of it.

"Now continue, the Prince breathed."

The farmer resumed his previous actions of riding Blueblood's dick. After a while, his pain subsided, and pleasure took its place as he began to enjoy the feeling. His cock was harder than he ever remembered it being.

"Get up off of me," Prince Blueblood spoke.

Big Macintosh didn't really want to stop, but complied with his debtor's order and stood up off of his dick, allowing the noble to get to his hooves.

"I do hope you have enjoyed your dinner so far, because now it is time for the main course, Blueblood said with a sinister grin."

Blueblood walked around behind the earth pony and sized up his backside.

So large, muscular, and full. I am really going to enjoy giving this dirt pusher a good taste of royalty.

He then propped his front hooves upon his captive's shoulders and slid himself into Big Macintosh's ass, eliciting a pleasured moan from him. Blueblood began thrusting, slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. The unicorn was grunting with every thrust as he plunged his cock In to the hilt with each movement.

Big Macintosh couldn't think of any greater experience than being railed in the rear. He could try to think of one, but his mind would be too clouded with thoughts of being plowed by another stallion. His delighted gasps only seemed to cause the Prince to ram him harder, which made him pant and moan louder in turn. The sound and feeling of the noble's hips slapping against his rump, pushing a thick rod of flesh inside of him each time, made his knees weak. The earth pony's forelegs gave out, and he fell forward with Blueblood in tow.

This position allowed Prince Blueblood to thrust harder and faster into his plaything. He leaned forward and gently bit down onto his captive's ear, rolling it between his teeth. His horn began to glow and surrounded the farmer's penis with a light blue aura.

Big Macintosh's moans rose in pitch as the magic field that enveloped his cock began to oscillate. The earth pony knew that between being jacked off by magic and the Prince bringing up the rear, he wouldn't be long for an orgasm. He held back with all of his concentration, wanting this fucking to last as long as he could make it.

The unicorn could feel that his toy was reaching Its peak as he let go of Big Macintosh's ear and began sucking on the back his neck, running his tongue across it all the while. He reached back with his forelegs and began to fondle the commoner's balls, rolling and lightly squeezing them. Blueblood then whispered into his debtor's ear.

"Go on. Cum for your master. You are my toy now, and I am not done pulling your strings. You are beneath me, and you will do as I say."

The earth pony couldn't hold back any longer as he released himself with an excited yell, spewing glob after glob of semen into the magical glove that surrounded his cock.

In the throes of his orgasm, the earth pony's anus began to spasm and clench around Blueblood's member, sending him over the edge as well. Prince Blueblood let out a loud moan as he began filling the earth pony with his load. He continued pumping his hips as he painted the inside of Big Macintosh's walls with his sticky seed, his mouth hanging open in a manner unbecoming of nobility. After he drained his balls into his toy, he slammed himself into the farmer a few more times for good measure, grunting with each thrust, before bringing his cock to rest deep inside the commoner. He then focused on the large wad of seminal fluid that had been captured by his magic field. He formed it into a ball and brought it up to his lips, taking a piece of it into his mouth and swallowing it down, marveling at the flavor.

"Apple? Hmm, I guess some ponies really do have flavors. Here, you may now start on your dessert," Prince Blueblood said, hovering the cum ball in front of the earth pony.

Big Macintosh had momentarily spaced out from the sensory overload, being unable to do anything more than pant. The Prince saw this and scoffed.

"Very well, since you have had such a large meal, you may save it for later."

The noble released his magical hold on the semen sphere, causing it to rupture all over the earth pony's face. He then pulled out of Big Macintosh and shoved him aside like a discarded doll. The Prince dressed himself and made for the door, stopping to look back at the commoner, whose used rear was gaping, with his cum flowing from it and pooling on the ground. He licked his lips and made his way to the stairs with a chuckle.

Big Macintosh came to his senses a few minutes after the Prince had left. He got up off of the floor and stretched, while licking the noble's seed from his face. He began trying to think of all the mares that he thought were cute. None came to mind, as he could only see stallions. He walked over to the bed, enjoying the feeling of moving around with cum inside of his rear. He saw miss Smarty Pants lying on the pillow, looking back at him. He sighed and spoke. "You won't tell anyone, will ya?"