"OH FUCK YES! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!" scream Trixie as she tried to keep herself from moving around too much. She looked down to see Blueblood's snout deep between her hind legs. "Yes, keep licking that spot...that's Trixie's favorite spot." she moaned.

The stallion just looked at her with a pleased look. Up and down along the sides, circle around the open, then go for the clit, never thought pussy licking would be so much fun. Now those bitches that laughed at me will get the last laugh from me. he proudly stated in his head. He felt like he was close to becoming a sex god. At least that is what he believed from what he keeps hearing from the magician he is driving mad with pleasure.

"Trixie...is starting to see...stars...pretty stars." her tongue stuck out as she felt her mind turn to mush from the extreme pleasure. Her breathing labored and gasping, her horn began to glow brightly. Juices dripped out of her cunt and all over Blueblood's snout and king sized bed. When the mare was not closing her eyes and letting her imagination of Blueblood pounding her raw run wild, she stared at the ceiling to see that, of course, there was a mirror. She would get turned on by the reflection of her enjoying being eaten out by a hunky prince.

The mare began to feel a wave of pleasure slowly build up to a crescendo. "Getting close my prince!"

Blueblood happily licked and suckled on Trixie's clit. That sent the mare over the edge. "AHHHH FUCK!" she bucked her hind legs, lifted up her hips and squirted juices all over the prince's face, the pleasure was too much. Trixie's vision was filled with pretty starts as her horn gave short sparks of magic, like fireworks. "Fuck..." she gasped as she basked in the afterglow. She laid on the bed and stared at the mirror on the ceiling.

She saw herself, but with a messy mane, matted fur and a face that screamed 'best orgasm over'. The mare looked down to see the prince's face completely wet. Trixie kind of blushed. "I haven't squirted like that in a long time."

"Tastes metallic." he tasted. "With a hint of dirt."

Trixie giggled. "You tasted dirt before?"

"Not intentionally." he rolled his eyes. "I was dared to eat dirt in my childhood."

"Let me guess, too proud to turn down a challenge when you were a foal?" she guessed with a chuckle.

"Like you wouldn't believe." he sighed. He sure did many stupid things during his foalhood.

Trixie sat up on the bed. "So, what now?" she asked curiously. She looked at the clock in the room to see that she has only been at the villa for about two hours.

"Well, I am not sure." admitted the prince as he climbed up to his bed and lied next to the mare. "I usually just laze around the house during the day and then entertain some friends in the evening."

"Friends? Since when did a jerk like you have friends?" she joked to annoy him. She did find him cute when annoyed.

Blueblood rolled his eyes. "You are free to stay and hang around with us if you want."

"Trixie would love to, but this mare has a show tonight to get ready for." she stated, she really looked forward to tonight since an influential critic would be in attendance.

The prince's ears flopped down with disappointment. "Maybe next time when you come over then." he sighed. He did not know why, but he felt like he was missing her already. He never felt that way about a mare in a long time.

"Trixie can come over tomorrow again at the same time, Trixie will tell you all about how the show went." she smiled and gave the stallion a tender kiss before she quickly hopped off the bed.

The prince wanted the kiss to last a little longer, but he said nothing for fear of ruining the day for himself and her. Trixie started to walk out the door after she straightened herself out to make herself look presentable. "Trixie." he called.

The mare turned around with curiosity. "What?"

"So...what are we now?" he asked with some confusion.

"What do you mean?" Trixie raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." he tried to find the right words for what he wanted to say. "...are we marefriend/coltfriend, friends with benefits...what?"

Trixie gave the question some thought. "Hmmm..." she said before she came up with an answer. She thought the question would be easy to answer. But she was shocked to find that she could not come up with a good response. What were they exactly? She would ponder. They can't be marefriend/coltfriend since they never dated...yet. So, fuck buddies? She was reluctant to say that because 'fuck buddies' makes their relationship sound cheap and pointless.

Trixie sighed and gave her answer "Trixie would say-"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the chamber door, halting the mare's train of thought. "Uh, sir? You in there?" inquired a servant from outside the locked the.

"Yes, I'm here, what is it." the prince said with annoyance from the interruption. He reluctantly used his magic to open the door for the servant.

"Your aunt requests that you join her for a private dinner with her and the Neighponese Prime Minister with his wife." explained the servant to his boss.

"Ugh..." he gave an annoyed grunt. "Tell my annoying, nagging, bitch of an aunt that I'll be occupied tonight." his blood began to boil because he was in no mood to deal with his aunt's crap today.

"Your aunt said you would say that, so she told me to tell you that if you don't show up, she'll cut your income in half for the next six months." the servant explained.

Half? Half? Blueblood has too many expensive parties ahead, he can not pay those off with just half of his income left over, he would end up in debt like a regular commoner. He shuttered at the thought.

The stallion sighed and swallowed his pride just this once. "Tell her I'll be there in about an hour." he instructed. The servant bowed before the prince before he marched out of the room.

Trixie could see how annoyed and angry the prince looked. "You could've said 'screw my aunt' and refused to go." said the mare, after she saw how the stallion reacted.

"The last pony you would ever say 'screw you' to is my aunt, trust me, I learned that the hard way." he shivered at the thought. He turned over to the mare that at least made his day more enjoyable. "Can I escort you out the door Miss Trixie?" he asked with a smile as he held his chamber door open with his magic.

Trixie smiled back. "Why of course my Prince." she playfully bowed before she walked out. With Trixie ahead, Blueblood took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the magician's rump. Now there's a rump that'll haunt my wet dreams. He chuckled in his head before he caught up to the mare and walked beside her to the main entrance.

The magician grabbed her hat and cape off the coat rack a placed them on herself. "Well, Trixie had a great time today, hopefully we can meet again soon." she smiled.

"Hopefully not a week like last time." Blueblood chuckled. He walked up to the door and gave Trixie a romantic kiss on the lips. The mare accepted it and kissed back. Trixie felt herself melt with the kiss and was quickly saddened why Blueblood broke it before it got any better. "Good luck with your performance tonight."

The mare sighed but nodded to what the stallion said. "Trixie will see you around." the mare turned and walked out the door as she tried to make herself look unaffected by leaving. But on the inside, she started to yearn for him again already. She remembered how she would often hoof herself at the memory from her encounter with him last week after the show, in fact, the memory still turned her on, but it does not match the real thing. I just hope it won't be another long week she thought to herself as she climbed on the taxi that was awaiting her.

"P&T Theater sir." she told the taxi driver.

The taxi driver began to pull and the cart began its trip to the city of Canterlot. Blueblood watched as the taxi disappeared down the road, carrying the mare that stole his heart away.

"I doubt there's another mare like her." he said to himself. "A mare that can give me a challenge, a mare that can be herself yet be even sexier when doing it. A mare that great AND powerful." he immediately smacked himself for saying that last sentence. "Bad Blueblood, bad, what have I said about puns." he exclaimed to himself as he walked back inside to get ready for dinner with his aunt. He did not look forward to that at all.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

Not much clop here, but don't worry there is plenty more clop coming.

But clop is no fun without some story or development to frame it.

Thank you for liking the story so far.
~S. de Oro