Prince of true blue blood

After Scarlet had been witness of the cold glare of the prince towards the princesses, she saw the prince stomping away with something on him that anger couldn’t even start to describe. The most she could compare it was an extremely annoyed manticore trying to keep its coolness while being locked on a cage at the same time an innocent foal stung him with a stick.

Still, she got up from the table, excusing herself of the princesses, who started to talk about ancient battles she hadn’t even heard about. It was something weird to hear, but for Scarlet, her Master was first.

Running as fast as she could, she soon reached the door from which the Prince had just stomped away. On it, there was a garden, which wasn’t as well preserved as the princesses’, or as big as the Prince’s. Still, it was a very big and beautiful garden.
“So, you knew about it all the time...” She heard the Prince’s voice, which seemed rather angry… if one would consider that tone angry. It sounded like the roar of a lion being muffled by the pure will of the same lion.
“I only found out because I happened to be around the room they were when they were talking about how to do it. I didn’t know how far they would go.” Fancy seemed to be there, too. She saw him walking away as the prince storm past the corridor.
“... That wasn’t very nice...” The prince said with a sigh, being imitated by Fancy.
“... Yes, I know… And I want to apologize.”
“Hell no!” The prince said, much to both, Scarlet and Fancy’s surprise. “If there’s someone who should be apologizing right at this moment, it should be those bit… the princesses… THEY are the true responsibles for this.”

Fancy simply nodded as he walked around the garden with the prince. It had been barely ten minutes, and the prince still seemed to be as tense as before.
“... I don’t think I’ll be talking to them in a while...” The prince finally admitted, seemingly lost in thought.
“That’s… something wise, you know?” Fancy said as he turned to the prince. “You need time to think clearly and calm down.”
“... Yes… I suppose so...” The prince said with a sigh, still trying to relax.
“Well, you better be off to your house. Get some rest and relax.”
“But… the party?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. You came, and I made a new friend. That’s all that it matters.” Fancy said with a small smile as he placed a hand on the prince’s shoulder.

Even while he tried to be as friendly as possible, he felt the prince’s tension on his shoulder, and it was hard to describe. It was like touching an iron bar, but with a hint of magical danger on it.
“You know, you better have some good way to deal with stress. Otherwise, it might blow up on you.”
“Don’t worry. I just need to get some sleep… and maybe some punching is in order.”
“Punching?”
“Yeah, like… uhh… you know, nevermind.”

They both shared a small laugh at that. However, after a few minutes, the Prince gave a courteous bow before excusing himself. After that, the Prince turned around and walked away. Before he could make it far, Fancy called for him.
“Prince! Wait!” The prince turned around to face him, his ears perking to the front. “My wife and I would be very grateful if you came around here sometime later in the future. Maybe to drink tea or have a nice talk?”

The prince nodded while thinking deeply on that. He still felt somewhat confused and angry for what had happened in there. Finally, he gave Fancy a smile.
“It would be an honor and a pleasure.”

With that, he finally walked away, leaving Fancy with his thoughts.

A few moments later, he arrived at the entrance, where Scarlet was looking at him with nervousness. Mark didn’t know why she should be nervous, yet she seemed terrified. Giving her a small smile, he offered his hand to her,
“I think we have nothing else to do in here. Shall we retire, or would you like it more if we stayed for a while?” He said in a soft voice. Still, Scarlet could hear some restraint on his voice.
“I-I… I think we s-should leave… if you’d like to, Sir.” She said as she took the prince’s hand.

He nodded weakly as they made their way inside.

In the middle of the walk inside, Scarlet suddenly saw how the prince stopped suddenly, keeping his eyes focused on something. Turning her sight to what the prince was looking for, she suddenly saw both princesses, still talking about something. Almost instantly, she felt the prince’s grip starting to tighten the more he looked at them. What caught more the attention was the small glow that his horn seemed to acquire the more he looked at her.
“... Umm… Sir?”

The prince’s grip softened as he turned to her, surprised. He then turned his sight to his hand, which kept a firm grip on hers. Suddenly, he seemed to understand what had happened.
“Oh, sorry if I hurt you. Are you alright?” Scarlet nodded, but she could still see that faint glow on his horn.

Now, she wasn’t exactly what you could call an expert about unicorns. But if one thing was common among the unicorns were the signs of when they were about to lose control. Their horns started to light up, preparing themselves for whatever situation they were about to face. However, these situations were unstable, for when an unicorn started to get stressed, their horns reacted on instinct, firing spells on every direction, some of those with effects that nopony had ever imagine.

Of course, most unicorns had been able to keep their emotions under control most of the time by practicing magic, doing another kind of relaxing stuff, like listening to music, etcetera.

But the more she thought about it, she realized that the prince hadn’t done anything relaxing in the past few days but going out for a walk… once.

It was on that moment when she decided to help him… once they were at the manor, of course.

Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the manor. Mark simply sighed as he slowly but surely passed through the frontal garden, Scarlet almost clinging to his side as if her life depended on it. He simply started to guess that it might be a very long night.

As he passed through the door, he was instantly greeted by a pair of maids, welcoming him as if he had been out for his whole life. But it didn’t matter to him at that moment… Sleep was on the top of his priorities at that moment.

He greeted them as courtly as possible and made his way inside, wishing them a good night. Seeing his reaction, they looked at each other with confusion. Lately, he had been somewhat reserved to them, only asking small things instead of what he was used to. But that night, he seemed so distant for whatever reason. Turning their heads to Scarlet, they stood up.
“Scarlet, did something happened to Master while they were out?”
“Yes… the princesses did something to him with the help of Fancy’s wife… but what exactly, I don’t know.” The other two nodded, not really understanding what they were listening. After all, the princesses had the reputation of being good rulers and benevolent creatures. “But, there’s something else...”

Both mares turned once again to her, seeing her eyes turning to where the prince had gone to, showing nervousness.
“While on the way here, his horn… it lit up without his knowing.” The other mares’ eyes widened at that, knowing exactly what it meant.
“Master hasn’t received his relieving since yesterday.” One of them declared as they turned to Scarlet. Seeing as the two of them were looking at her expectantly, she became confused.
“... What?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Scarlet? You should go!”
“What?”
“He chose you to go with him. It’s obvious he has taken a liking to you.”

Scarlet realized that they were right. Of all the maids he could have chosen, he chose her. Nodding, she decided to do it.
“Alright. I’ll do it!”

Mark sighed as he finally arrived to his room. Even when he was still getting used to the fact that the whole room was for him alone, it was rather comfortable. And not to mention the bed. If anything, it was the softest thing he had ever rest upon.

Stripping off of his clothes, he threw away the sheets, not bothering if they made a whole mess on the other side of the bed.

Looking at the ceiling in deep thought, he suddenly found himself drifting into sleep further and further as the minutes passed. Finally, after half an hour, he was completely out.

This time, his dreams were plagued with visions of both, memories of his past life as Mark, and others that weren’t his, seemingly of Blueblood. Visions of a white mare with blonde mane being hit by a mysterious stallion filled his mind. However, on that memory, just as the stallion was about to hit again the mare, “he” stood up from the ground and stopped the attack by taking the stallion’s hand on his own.

The stallion turned to look at him with a mix of surprise and anger, while the memory was plagued with multiple sensations like anger, sadness, hate, fear and others.

Suddenly, the free hand of the stallion turned into a punch, which flew instantly to the face of the memory. Seeing through “his” eyes, he could see himself flying backwards, hitting the floor with what seemed to be a small commode. While “he” started to get up, the stallion took a stick on his hand, seemingly ready to beat “him” to death. In a rush, “he” took a nearby sharp object, ready to defend himself.

At the moment the stallion rushed to him, and “he” lifted the sharp point of the object towards his stomach, the dream ended.

Instead, it was replaced with another nightmare. One that was very common while he had been “Mark”. The vision of a battlefield started, with multiple shots were heard in the air. The desertic visage being invaded by destroyed buildings and soldiers with the same uniform as his being shot down. It proved to be too much.

Yelping, he opened his eyes, panting and sweating from the deep scare he had just received. It was then that he noted another sensation, almost at the same time he heard a low moan.

Even when there was barely some light in the room, his eyes widened when the vision of his date from some hours ago sucking on his maleness. Too surprised to do anything, he suddenly moaned as he felt himself climaxing, being prolonged while Scarlet sucked him deeply.

After a few moment of composing himself, he reacted.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Scarlet then realized that her Master had awakened, and that made her nervous.
“I-I’m sorry, Master! But I had to do it!”
“What the hell are you talking about!? Are you saying that you’re some kind of slut who needs cock!?”

Scarlet flinched at that, letting go of him with a surprised and hurt expression. Mark instantly realized his mistake at the same time he started to feel like an idiot.
“Hey, look… I just… I don’t like getting that kind of surprises… I’m sorry I called you that...”

Scarlet, though still a little insulted by what he had called her, simply sighed.
“Don’t worry Master. It’s just… I really needed to help you...”

Mark’s thoughts were immediately interrupted as he started to wonder what he had just hear.
“I’m sorry, but did you say… “help” me?”
“Yes, Master. I just remembered that you don’t have many memories, including those where an extremely stressed unicorn is pushed over the edge.” Scarlet simply saw the prince’s face showing confusion. “When an unicorn, such as you is under an extremely stressful situation, the magic inside you will react on instinct, causing a burst of that magic, sometimes with undefined effects on the surroundings. It gets worse the more stressed you are.”
“So… If I don’t get out all this stress… it will literally explode?”
“Explode or something else, Master.”

Mark took a few moments to think in what Scarlet had said. It sounded logical, seeing as after knowing what the princesses had done, a sharp headache had hit him. However, the implications of what he had to do filled his mind.
“... So… I have to let out some stress?”
“Yes.”
“... By having sex?” He asked with a hint of suspicion on his voice.
“... If you want to… Master.”

He started to consider what she had just said… it was his choice. Since Redheart, he had decided to stay like that. And lately, he had been suffering constant teases from his maids. And not to mention the teases of his “test” with Lady Fleur.

While thinking that, his mind was in conflict. One part was saying him that he should just let it be and send Scarlet out while continuing sleeping, while the other part was watching Scarlet intently, admiring her beauty and her well developed body. Unconsciously, his mind started to picture her in many different positions, all of them with her face filled with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Scarlet, seeing the struggle the prince was having while deciding what to do, decided to give him some time.
“I see you need some time… Maybe I should go.”

Before he could do something, Scarlet got up from the bed. But irony is a very cruel woman, for when she stood up, she slipped with the prince’s clothes, causing her to fall again onto the bed. Mark could only watch as the world seemed to go slow while Scarlet’s face suddenly found itself in front of him.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes as the sharp pain on his forehead from the hit vanished. What showed up in front of him was the face of Scarlet, who was looking at him with nervousness. However, from that perspective, he couldn’t help but simply admire her beauty. Her purple eyes, her mane and the fact that she was as naked as he was.

With a slight sensation of Deja’vu, he felt one of his hands drifting to her body, resting upon her back. He wasn’t surprised when he felt her like one of the softest things he had ever touched. Scarlet flinched at his touch, but relaxed when she noted that he was feeling her. That didn’t stop her from feeling nervous, though. It only increased as she felt his hand wandering lower through her back, almost touching her backside.

Suddenly, when she opened her eyes to look at the prince, she saw him with an expression as if he was fighting something.
“Dammit! Not again!” He thought as he felt his hand trying to touch her in some questionable places too soon. “Get a hold of yourself! You can do it!”

However, those thoughts were pushed aside as he felt a soft hand touching his face. Turning his sight, he saw Scarlet watching him intently, waiting for whatever he might do. She was ready for everything.

As seconds passed by, she could only see the doubt in the prince’s eyes, which shone in the poor light entering in the room. Finally, she couldn’t hold back and she leaned lower, making her lips to contact the prince’s.

To say Mark was impressed by the forwardness of this mare was a slight saying. With that kiss, every resistance for being taking things slowly were thrown away, making his hand to make contact with her flank.

Scarlet moaned lowly at that, enjoying the sensation that brought to her. She started to get deeper into the kiss, while the prince still held his internal debate.
“What the hell do I do? She’s kissing me! Just like Redheart!” Suddenly, he started to feel his maleness starting to rise as his free hand took her other flank. “... Oh, crap... buck that.”

With that thought, he finally gave in, instantly starting to get more passionately. Scarlet started to moan slightly louder as she felt the prince’s being more forceful. As they got separated for the lack of air, the two of them panted loudly. Suddenly, Scarlet started to feel his maleness fully arisen. Her eyes took a lusty hint as she kept her pose.

Mark could simply lay there, still admiring her beauty until she started to grind her marehood onto him. With a lusty expression, she leaned forward until her mouth was next to the prince’s ear.
“... Buck me, Master.”
“... Yep… definitely, buck that.” He thought as he helped her to rise slightly, almost inserting himself onto her.

To his surprise, Scarlet dropped onto him, instantly burying him inside her. She moaned loudly at the feeling of being full from the inside. The prince wasn’t faring better as he felt some of his tension slip away with that.

She started to bounce lightly onto him, trying to bring the prince as much pleasure as she was receiving. That proved to be in vain as the prince’s hands left her flanks and instead started to fondle her breasts. With the combined sensations, she started to bounce faster and harder. On the other part, Mark started to push at her every time she fell, trying to give her more to feel.

Finally, Scarlet started to scream instead of moaning, signalling her peak was getting closer. However, not the same could be said for Mark, who was far from reaching his. However, that didn’t seemed to bother him. He wanted to make Scarlet to feel good. What was bothering him for real was the fact that not only he wanted that, but also his body.

His thoughts were interrupted as Scarlet let out one final scream of ecstasy, Too stunned and lost in pleasure, she simply stood like that for a few moments, before slumping down on top of the prince. They both laid in there like that, enjoying the sensation. Before Mark could ask something to her, he heard her snoring lowly.

Not being able to even get up, he simply relaxed in the bed. It was then that he realized something.
“... Hey… I do feel relaxed.”