I Have Vacation Days?!

Glares.

Glares. More glares and oh look! Not gla- nope. Still glaring.

Canterlot station was filled with the glares of indignant men and women as they beheld Blueblood’s form, swathed in robes and almost unrecognizable as it was.

Emphasis on almost. Even with his change in appearance and the way he carried himself, the people of Canterlot still knew the disgraced prince on sight. He ignored the glares and walked in silence toward the palace. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that the Royal Guard would be less than pleased to see him. Though he knew he wouldn’t be attacked. After all, Princess Celestia had specified that he couldn’t return for six months, and he’d been gone for a year. Some doubt was cast on that notion as he found himself staring at a line of spears at the palace gate. “Noble soldiers of the Royal Guard, I ask that you let me speak to my aunt.” His tone was calm and carried no trace of the haughty and entited tone he would have once used.

“So sorry sir, but you’re going to have to make an appointment before you’re allowed to see her,” the lead guard drawled haughtily, not even sparing Blueblood the decency of any sort of proper attention. “And I’m afraid that Princess Celestia’s schedule is booked solid for the next two months. So whatever it is, it will have to wait.”

“I realize that I no longer hold any political or social clout, but the fact remains that Princess Celestia and I are family, and she always makes time for family no matter busy she might be,” Blueblood pointed out.

“That remains to be seen, sir,” the guard kept drawling, even going so far as to casually buff his armor. “While you do bear some resemblance to the former Prince Blueblood, there still remains no evidence as to the veracity of the claim. So please, turn back lest we need to make you turn back.” He smirked, drawing his sword threateningly.

“I advise you to reconsider this course of action, good sir,” Blueblood said, unfazed by the threatening gesture, not a trace of fear in his eyes. “I have just come from the Crystal Empire and aided in its defense. I stared down an eldritch creature and its creations without fear. Do you honestly think that compared to that, I’m going to fear the blade of a military grunt at the bottom of the chain of command?”

“Grrr…. that’s it! You asked for it! Men, attack!” the guard sprung forward, backed by his peers in a glimmering wall of steel that would have been intimidating… if, you know, the Royal Guards were actually intimidating.

“Ooh, sick burn,” Schrodinger commented from the sidelines, clicking play on a speaker system and giving the ensuing fight some much needed fight music.

“Well, what an absolutely heartwarming welcome,” Blueblood snarked, falling into a ready stance and relaxing.

“Aunty! I’m home!” Blueblood called as he pushed open the doors to the throne room with one hand, carelessly dragging the current Captain of the Guard behind him. Said “Captain” was groaning pathetically and covered in bruises and dents in his armor. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long, but there were some very nice people in the desert that were absolutely instrumental to my… hmmm…. let’s call it a recovery. And also, your current captain of the guard is… rather lacking when compared to either his current highness Prince Captain Shining Armor (Royal Consort of the Throne of the Crystal Empire) and his sister… and her group of friends… and her adoptive dracolich of a son…. actually ignore that last part– the dracolich has a particle accelerator beam and that’s quite a lot more impressive than it sounds.”

Celestia smiled at her long lost nephew. “Hello, Blueblood. I trust your time with Raava and Vaatu was well spent?” She glanced at the groaning and beaten up guards. “You didn’t even need fire magic to beat them, did you?”

“You know Raava and Va- of course you do, their entire way of life more or less involves worshipping your sun,” Blueblood sighed and dropped his face into his hands. “And I know that you wouldn’t have just left me to die, even with what Twilight Sparkle- may she suffer the indignity of a thousand papercuts to the fingertips- wanted. And no, I really didn’t. Despite the fact that I still haven’t reached my mastery of the Rahib Alzzajaj combat style, I still didn’t even need to use more than the Praying Mantis stance on them.”

“A thousand papercuts to the fingertips? That’s oddly specific,” Celestia noted. “So how far have you progressed in mastery of that style?”

“Papercuts are rather painful, aunty,” Blueblood explained, “and the fact that Twilight uses her hands for much of everything would add insult to injury. And there’s also the delicious irony of her slicing open her own fingers with something almost as thin as her own combat wires.” He coughed, “Anyway, I’ve made it up to the Salamander Stance in the Breath school and am working towards my Phoenix mastery in the Control school.”

“So you’re not far off from being considered a master,” Celestia said. “You really are suited for that style. I knew your energy just needed the right outlets. So what will you do now?”

“Go back to Ponyville and set up a shop as an official representative of the Rahib Alzzajaj, I suppose,” Blueblood shrugged, heedless of the smatterings of protests that were beginning to rise up around him from the assembled court.

“Excuse me! There’s a line, sir!” one of the random nobles called out, angrily moving from his place and grabbing Blueblood’s shoulder.

Blueblood reflexively grabbed that noble’s forearm, pulling him forward as his leg struck out and knocked the man’s feet out from under him and sending him in a sprawl controlled by Blueblood, who put a knee to the man’s back and put his arm in a joint lock. “And now I see just how irritating I used to be. Very enlightening sight, to be honest.”

“Did you really need to do that?” Celestia asked, just barely hiding a bit of a smirk at the sight of one of the more unruly nobles getting his due.

“It was mainly a reflex, Aunty,” Blueblood answered. “Raava and Vaatu are brutal teachers. Part of the training was to be aware of my surroundings and react without conscious thought.”

“Unhand me you cur! Do you not know who I am you disgusting disgrace!?” the noble continued protesting against better sense, even going so far as to spit at Blueblood’s general direction.

Blueblood applied a slight amount of pressure to the lock he had on the noble’s wrist and elbow in response, which elicited a scream of pain from the noble.

“Gyah! Agh! Please no more! Stop! I beg of you!” Perhaps it was a bit more of begging than screaming, though screaming certainly was involved.

“You’ll need to tap out if you want to be released,” Blueblood said in a taunting tone.

“W-wha-!?” the noble whined, not understanding the terminology, “What do you mean!? Please just let me go!?”

“It means that you either need to clearly tap the floor or tap your opponent- in this case, my nephew- to indicate your defeat,” Celestia explained, taking pity on the poor man.

Said man groaned and extended his free hand, tapping it twice on the polished floor of the throne room and muttering dejectedly, “I submit.”

At once, Blueblood released him and dragged him to his feet by the scruff of his shirt. “Now please be patient while I speak with my aunt.”

Celestia chuckled and stood, “I suppose that court is adjourned for today. I apologize, but there are pressing matters to be attended to. You are all dismissed.” As the disgruntled nobles and petitioners filed from the room, Celestia turned to Blueblood and engulfed him in a warm, motherly hug. “Oh I missed you so much Bluey! I’m so sorry that I did that to you!”

Blueblood hugged her back, closing his eyes and enjoying his aunt’s warmth and love. “I missed you too, Aunty.” He reluctantly pulled out of her grip. “I… I met my son.”

Celestia pulled back slightly and looked at Blueblood, “.... And….? What did you do?”

“He takes after his mother more than me,” Blueblood said. “I still feel like I don’t deserve to be called his father.”

“I’m sure it will come in time,” Celestia murmured, drawing Blueblood close once more. “Besides, it will be an excellent opportunity for you to show just how much better you’ve become.”

“You’re right,” Blueblood agreed. “Would be nice to settle down with a nice woman too.” He then noticed something in Celestia’s posture. “You seem far more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you. You’re not rigid anymore.” He couldn’t help chuckling. “Aunty… Did you get laid while I was gone?”

“Mmm, yes, and quite thoroughly too,” Celestia sighed happily, her posture relaxing further as she thought back. “Ah, Schrodinger and Miss Pie do make for an extremely gifted pair of lovers.”

“Did this happen on my cousin’s wedding day, by any chance?” Blueblood asked with a knowing grin.

“Why yes, how did you know?” Celestia asked, slightly nonplussed. “Did Pinkie Pie tell you? Actually, Schrodinger would be more likely. Was it him?”

“Once I found out that dear Cadance had worked her magic on the wine, it was easy to guess,” Blueblood explained.

“.... Of course,” Celestia muttered, coughing in embarrassment.

“Mm, the weather team sure has outdone themselves today,” Celestia mused, stretching languidly in the warm afternoon. “It truly is a shame that I normally don’t get to enjoy weather like this.”

“The nobles don’t appreciate you at all, Aunty,” Blueblood said as he looked at the nice weather before noticing something missing. “Where is that miserably ugly statue of that snake creature?”

Celestia started, shaking her head as she recovered from the near trip, “O-oh, that was… ahem, that was Discord, the King of Chaos. He was re-sealed by the Elements of Harmony a few months ago… into the small golf ball over there.” She pointed out said gray ball of compressed ash, the ball itself seeming to gleam even in the shadow of the tree it sat under.

“Strangely creepy rock,” Blueblood muttered, looking away and finding himself looking into a pair of green eyes belonging to a beautiful, ebony skinned woman. He jumped back in surprise, falling into a stance on reflex as he looked the woman over. “Is… Is that a… A…”

“Changeling, yes,” Chrysalis smirked, stretching out and leaning back against a random statue. “You must be the ever so infamous former Prince Blueblood. I sincerely hope that this meeting will be more of a pleasure than your reputation would have me believe.”

Blueblood looked away as he relaxed, sighing in defeat. “As expected… My reputation precedes me… It’s going to be so hard burning the image of the old me away.”

“Well, even with my marriage to Cadance and Shining Armor, I’m still in an open relationship. Perhaps you and I could do a little ‘burning’ tonight? Just… the… two… of…. us~” Chrysalis breathed the last word directly into Blueblood’s ear, slowly ramping up her teasing until she had pressed her breasts directly against his back.

Blueblood’s face lit up with a massive blush as he stumbled for words at the feeling of that soft chest against him and Chrysalis’ seductive charming. “U-Uh… Well… That is…” Thinking was becoming incredibly difficult with how much blood was being rerouted down south.

Did it suddenly feel warmer? And… were those sparkles filling the air? Chrysalis giggled and sashayed around Blueblood, skin growing paler with each step until she matched his skin tone. “Oh come now, surely I’m not that hideous? Hmmm, perhaps a bit more of a standard look?” She spun quickly, abandoning her wings and flinging her hair back, causing it to flash into a beautifully elegant platinum blonde while her eyes changed to a bewitching silver. “Better~?”

Blueblood gulped as his groin throbbed with desire the likes of which he hadn’t felt in months. “Your beauty cannot be denied.” Her beauty was so radiant that he couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering about her figure.

“Then… what say we…” Chrysalis leaned in almost too close to Blueblood and stared deep into his eyes, her lips just barely a hair’s breadth from touching his, “Go out and get some drinks? I’ll buy.” And with that, the spell broke and Blueblood was left standing alone while Celestia and Chrysalis supported each other though their raucous laughter. “Oh that’s perfect! Ha! It works every time!” Chrysalis guffawed, nearly falling over from hysterics.

Blueblood’s blush darkened into one of embarrassment as he glowered at Chrysalis. “That wasn’t very nice, you know.” He looked at the ground. “Though I suppose that being on the receiving end of my former tactics is enlightening.”

“Oh get over it,” Chrysalis clapped Blueblood on the shoulders and dragged him along down the street, just slow enough so that Celestia wouldn’t have to overtly rush to keep up. “With me in the family now, cousin, you’d better expect a whole lot more teasing.”

Blueblood actually started sweating. “What does Cadance see in you? And I do hope you don’t plan on the sort of teasing you just demonstrated. Or I’ll have serious blue balls that no doctor’s ever seen so severe…”

Chrysalis snorted, “At least they’ll match up to your name. Now come on, Celestia says your train is at five and I want to at least work up a good buzz by then.”

“Wait. You were serious about getting drinks?” Blueblood asked, staring up at the resident changeling queen.

“Of course I was!” Chrysalis crowed joyfully, “I spent most of my life in a wasteland, so finally having alcohol is too good of an opportunity to waste!”

Schrodinger grinned from where he watched and looked out into empty air. “Remember, readers. Drink responsibly. Und never if you’re underage.” He closed his eyes as he grinned wider. “Ciao!” He gripped the edge of the screen and pulled the next scene into place.

Blueblood sighed as he sat down in his seat on the train, waiting for its departure toward Ponyville. Chrysalis was certainly… interesting when she’d had something to drink. Now he could just relax and rest a little before reaching his destination. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

A pressure suddenly dropped into his lap, with a pair of warm, squishy objects pressing into his torso and thin, cool limbs circling around his head while a flirtatious voice cooed out, “Well, fancy seeing you here, huh~?”

Blueblood’s eyes shot open at the voice, and found himself staring into the eyes of a tipsy Chrysalis. “W-Why are you on the train? Don’t you have responsibilities in Canterlot?” He put all his acquired discipline to use to not only keep his breathing steady but also trying valiantly to keep his blood from rerouting itself to his groin, which the extremely buxom and beautiful changeling was happily straddling.

“Welllll~ I could just smell the tension rolling off of you,” Chrysalis sing-songed, trailing her finger down the side of his cheek and down his chest, rubbing circles against it. “And I thought, well, I have a hive that needs replenishing, and you are quite the catch~”

Blueblood was very thankful for his newfound self control. The old him would have jumped Chrysalis without hesitation the way she was putting out. “T-Tension? Whatever do you mean?”

A throat clearing drew his attention to the frowning conductor. The conductor accepted his ticket and looked expectantly at Chrysalis. “Don’t care if you’re royalty. You still gotta have a ticket, ma’am.”

Chrysalis turned to the conductor with a sultry smirk, smoothly standing and sashaying around the hapless man with a seductive strut, “Oh Mister Conductor~ Surely you can make an exception just… this… once…?” Her gaze turned smoky, flashing green momentarily as she weaved her spell upon the conductor.

The poor man never knew what hit him. “Y-Yes. Of course, madam,” he said with a bright blush. “Welcome aboard.” He moved on to the next compartment, shutting the door of Blueblood and Chrysalis’ behind him.

Chrysalis posed haughtily, hip jutted out, one hand on her waist and the other fanned out by her face, “And that is how you weaponize raw sex appeal!” She sashayed back into Blueblood’s lap, flopping down and all but shoving his face into her almost inappropriately exposed cleavage.

Blueblood sucked in a breath as he felt her soft flesh on his face, still trying to keep his southern friend from being roused as he attempted to slide Chrysalis into the empty seat beside him. “Queen Chrysalis, please. This is rather inappropriate.”

Chrysalis giggled and pressed against him, sliding off and all but jamming his arm into her chest. “But it’s inappropriate in all the right ways~” she purred, grinning widely and blushing faintly.

Blueblood was surprised by how much strength she was concealing in that curvaceous body, and found getting his arm from her grip easier said than done. Hoping to gain some leverage, he reached out with his free hand, aiming to grip her shoulder.

Unfortunately, Chrysalis twitched backwards at that exact moment, her motion shifting Blueblood’s arm from her cleavage… and moving her left breast directly into his free hand. “Ooops~” she smiled angelically, leaning close with half lidded eyes, “Looks like someone’s rather eager~”

“T-That wasn’t on purpose!” Blueblood defended, trying to pull away but finding that she was holding his hand firmly where it was, and his attempts to free himself were only causing him to squeeze the very soft mound.

“Mmmm, it was on my end~” Chrysalis smirked. “So why don’t you be a gentleman and… hmmm… help a lady out?” With a green flash of illusory fire, the doors locked and soundproofed themselves as Chrysalis’ dress melted away, revealing her naked body.

Blueblood gulped as his gaze traveled unbidden over her body. He finally fully grasped the truth of his situation. He was a disciplined gentleman now, but that amounted to basically nil when confronted by the raw sex appeal of the queen of all changelings. Chrysalis was practically a goddess in her own right. The shadowy lust to Cadance’s radiant love.

Chrysalis’ smirk turned triumphant. She knew she had him and she had him good. With a slow, languid descent, she kissed Blueblood on the lips, a tiny spark of magic flittering between them and, as their lips connected, sent a pleasurable jolt through both of their spines.

That jolt shattered Blueblood’s self control. All his discipline amounted to nothing. A gentle breeze against the roaring hurricane that was this single tendril of the changeling queen’s seductive wiles. He kissed her back as he more eagerly fondled the breast he held, his pants tightening as his blood flowed south.

“Oh my,” Chrysalis murmured, feeling Blueblood’s growing bulge. “Someone’s been pent up…. how about I take care of that?” With a smooth motion, she undid Blueblood’s pants and-

“ALRIGHT ZHAT’S ENOUGH!” Schrodinger coughed and pulled the next scene into view, muting Chrysalis and Blueblood in the background. “Let’s leave zhem to zheir privacy, ja?”

Blueblood stumbled off the train onto the station in Ponyville, looking a tad disheveled as he noticed Chrysalis step off behind him, looking as seductive and charming as ever. “You… You are…”

“The absolute most wonderful and fulfilling sex that you’ve ever had? Why yes, yes I am,” Chrysalis tittered and walked along, her state of dress- rather, almost un-dress drawing stares of lust and/or hostility from just about every male and female in the vicinity.

Surprisingly enough, many of the lustful stares were from the females.

Blueblood blushed and started walking into Ponyville, noting that Chrysalis was following him. He started wondering if she was causing a few men to endanger their marriages in ogling her. “Now where is it?” he muttered, looking around for a particular boutique.

“LOOK OUT BELOW!” a young girl’s voice came from above, along with a pair of screams as a trio of teenage girls strapped into a shoddy hang glider slammed headfirst into Blueblood’s position with a loud screech of shearing metal and shredding fabric.

Blueblood had managed to slow them with a reflexive application of telekinesis before they collided with him, the hang glider being tossed to an empty spot on the ground by his magic as he cushioned their landing as best he could.

When the dust cleared, a rather… awkward scene presented itself. Straddling Blueblood’s face was Applebloom, while Scootaloo had landed with her face on his crotch and Sweetie Belle… Sweetie Belle had actually landed face first in Chrysalis’ cleavage with the rest of her being held securely in Chrysalis’ unyielding grip.

“Are you girls alright?” Blueblood asked before blushing darkly as he discovered Apple Bloom’s tight jeans covered ass in his face.

“T-thanks mister! Ah thought we were goners for a secon’ there!” Applebloom grinned nervously as she backed off of Blueblood. She panted, the sheen of fear-sweat she had worked up staining through her yellow work shirt and revealing the startling lack of a bra underneath. An unfortunate event, considering that she had the largest bust size in her age group.

Scootaloo groaned into Blueblood’s lap as she pushed away dizzily, “See? I told ya we shoulda waited out that wind! Now we’re down a hang glider and we still don’t have our cutie marks!” Said process of getting up accidentally pressed her rather large- though still smaller than Apple Bloom’s- breasts against Blueblood’s crotch in lieu of her face.

Sweetie Belle moaned contentedly, snuggling into a giggling Chrysalis’ bosom. Thankfully for Sweetie Belle’s sanity, she was still dazed and rather woozy from the crash.

“Well well, it seems like a solution to your woes came from the sky too!” Chrysalis chortled, “Or at least it would have been a solution if I hadn’t solved the problem first~”

Blueblood helped Scootaloo to her feet and popped some joints. “What were you girls doing exactly?” He looked them over more closely. “Why do you three look so familiar despite this being our first meeting?”

The three lined up, Sweetie Belle still shaky despite her softer landing, and struck a dramatic pose, “We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders!” Applebloom stepped forward, “Ah’m Applebloom and this is Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle! What’s your name, mister?”

“Blueblood,” Blueblood introduced. “Former prince, recently returning from abroad to settle down here in Ponyville.” He looked away, awaiting the inevitable wave of hate.

“Whoa! A prince?” Applebloom looked up at Blueblood in wonder, though Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle remained indifferent.

“Hey wait a minute… didn’t Rarity say Elusive is the son of a prince…?” Sweetie Belle murmured, nudging Scootaloo.

Scootaloo shrugged, “Eh, no way it’s this guy. He’s too hobo-looking for your sis to touch him.”

“.... Okay, true,” Sweetie Belle replied.

“Technically I’m more of a monk now,” Blueblood muttered. He then registered what Sweetie Belle had said. “Wait. You’re Rarity’s sister?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, “Yup! Her one and only!” She curtsied lightly, elegant even through the dirt marred her once pristine white dress.

“I’m trying to find your sister’s boutique. Would you girls be kind enough to show me the way?” Blueblood requested.

“Yeah sure! It’s right down this way, Mister Blueblood!” Sweetie pointed down the road and dragged Blueblood along, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo skipping alongside her.

Chrysalis, meanwhile, found herself content to simply walk- that is, sashay- down the road behind Blueblood, taking in the sights and the ambient love energy.

“This really is a charming town,” Blueblood said as he looked around. “A nice place to live.”

Chrysalis nodded, waving her hand in a seemingly useless motion. “It rather is. It’s rustic. Very pretty. Could do with more sex, though. Some of these women lead lonely lives. How sad. Or at least, that’s what Cadance would say.”

“Why am I not surprised that you think that?” Blueblood asked, staring at his cousin-in-law.

Chrysalis shrugged, “Is it really that surprising that the Pink Half would start matchmaking left and right?”

“It’s her nature,” Blueblood said. “She’s been responsible for a large number of baby booms.”

“Speakin’a babies…” Apple Bloom stared at Blueblood out of the corner of her eye, a devious grin coming to her face. Scootaloo caught her gaze and sidled up to Blueblood.

“Hey Mister Blueblood,” she started, “we never really thanked you for saving us just now, y’know?”

“Hey, that’s right!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, turning to Blueblood, “We should change that right now!”

Blueblood couldn’t help noticing that the girls had come into his personal space. “Girls… What are you doing?”

“Well….” Scootaloo drew circles around Blueblood’s arm, “We’re thanking you…. but I bet we could thank you better somewhere… private?”

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom chimed in, squishing her breasts against his arm. “We’d have lots of fun with it too!”

Sweetie Belle simply nodded, going for the direct approach and just rubbing her breasts against his torso, working down in a line towards his crotch.

Blueblood’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on. “That won’t be necessary, girls,” he insisted, pushing them out of his personal space.

“Awww….” all three girls protested, backing down reluctantly.

“But we wanted to thank you!” Scootaloo pouted.

“We’re even of age!” Sweetie Belle cut in, stamping her foot adorably.

“Be that as it may, your sisters probably still hold some level of ill will toward me, except for Rarity, and I don’t want to give them an excuse to kill me,” Blueblood said. “Besides, you should look for men your own age.”

“Why would they wanna kill you?” Apple Bloom asked, tilting her head. “I mean, it’s not like ya did anythin’ wrong, right?”

Blueblood thought back to the night in question. “It’s…. complicated. Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?” Though their reactions were proving that perhaps his reputation wasn’t as widespread beyond Canterlot as he had thought.

“Riiiiight….” All three girls looked at Blueblood dubiously before shrugging in unison and continuing to drag him to Rarity’s boutique.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” Sweetie Belle cried, giggling wildly as she ran.

Blueblood noticed from the way the girls carried themselves that they were still trying to get him to notice their physiques. He got the distinct feeling that Chrysalis had something to do with that.

Chrysalis kept smirking like a cat who ate the canary, drank the milk, destroyed the couch… and managed to pin it all on the dog. One might consider that level of smugness to be absurd, but Chrysalis managed to pull the look off while still remaining gorgeous enough to turn heads for miles.

Just then, a pair of obnoxious voices broke into the scene with a loud, “Oh look, it’s Bimbo-Tits, Flightless, and Tone Deaf!”

Diamond Tiara strutted forward as if she owned the place, flipping her immaculate hair over her shoulder and letting her Cutie Mark emblazoned jacket catch the light.

“Who is this, girls?” Blueblood asked, staring at Diamond Tiara with a tilted head.

Apple Bloom sighed and muttered, “It’s two of the school bullies…. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They been making our lives miserable fer almos’ two years now!”

Diamond Tiara sneered and flipped her hair derisively, “Well it’s not our fault you can’t get your cutie marks, Bimbo Tits!”

“Y-yeah!” Silver Spoon chimed in, glaring at the Crusaders over the rim of her glasses.

“They seem full of themselves,” Chrysalis said from behind the two bullies. “And one seems jealous of Apple Bloom’s physique.” She grinned and snickered at Diamond Tiara’s flat chest.

“W-what did you just say to me!?” Diamond Tiara all but roared, covering her chest protectively. “I-I’m not jealous of her stupid tits!”

“Y-yeah! She’s not jealous at all!” Silver Spoon backed her friend up, shaking her fist in emphasis.

“Then why are you covering your chest?” Chrysalis asked, grinning as she stepped in front of the two. “Well?” She jiggled her own assets for emphasis. “You’re jealous.”

“A-as if!” Diamond Tiara blushed furiously, turning away haughtily. “C-come on, Silver, let’s go before these three losers and their loser friends stink up our air even more!”

“Right, DT!” with that, the pair of teenage bullies fled the scene with whatever remained of their dignity.

Chrysalis giggled and looked at Apple Bloom. “Oh she’s definitely jealous of your rack.” She looked at a staring man and gave him a seductive wink.

Apple Bloom flushed bright red, “Y’really think so? She’s really jealous a’... a’ these…?” She hefted her breasts, letting them bounce under her shirt.

“Oh yes. She’s very jealous,” Chrysalis said, grinning at her. “She wishes her breasts were as big as yours.”

“Pardon me, ladies. Is this our destination?” Blueblood asked as he pointed out the Carousel Boutique.

“Yup!” Sweetie Belle chirped, dragging Blueblood along once again. “Big Sis is still working today, so she’ll definitely be there!”

“That’s good. Thank you for your help, ladies,” Blueblood said as he opened the door and stepped in. “Rarity? Do you have some time to spare?”

Rarity looked over and waved Blueblood off, her clothing slightly disheveled as she worked on a seemingly endless array of dresses, each one different from the last. “I’m sorry, dear, but I’m rather busy at the moment. Could you wait outside for a bit? I’m almost done here. It should just take but a few minutes.”

“Of course, Rarity,” Blueblood said, looking around at the dresses on display before feeling a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.

“Heyyy~ That didn’t take long~” Sweetie Belle purred, smirking flirtatiously up at Blueblood. “What did you even need to see her for? It can’t be that important if you were in and out so quickly~”

Blueblood gulped. “She uh… needs me to let her finish up an order first. Shouldn’t be long.” He blushed as he felt a certain pair of soft mounds on his back.

“Well I suppose we could make your wait more… worthwhile,” Sweetie Belle murmured, prompting both Apple Bloom and Scootaloo to latch onto his arms and coo seductively.

“We’ll take real good care’a ya, promise!” Apple Bloom asserted, all but forcing Blueblood’s right arm into her cleavage while Scootaloo did the same with his left.

“Girls, this really isn’t the most appropriate place. We could be seen, you know.” Blueblood struggled to keep his breathing steady even as he felt blood slowly working its way down south. He was sure Chrysalis had something to do with how amorous the girls were being. Damn changeling pheromones…

“Well, there is the open space behind the Boutique,” Scootaloo muttered, casually rubbing herself against Blueblood’s arm. “Nobody ever goes back there unless they have a reason to. Cuz we’re on the edge of town, really.”

“Still exposed,” Blueblood pointed out, trying to dissuade the surprisingly sultry trio from their course. He really didn’t want to earn their sisters’ ire after all the progress he’d made in being accepted by them.

“Aww….” Sweetie Belle grumbled. “Can we at least give you thank you kisses?”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo and Apple Bloom cheered.

Blueblood gulped as he looked at them. “I… I suppose that wouldn’t hurt anything.”

“Then pucker up!” Sweetie Belle announced, leaning up and kissing Blueblood square on the lips with a quiet moan of delight.

Blueblood kissed her back, noting that she certainly had wonderful lips. She rivaled her sister, if he were to be honest.

With a single shift of her body, Sweetie Belle at once deepened the kiss far beyond anything appropriate and also rumpled her dress, letting its thin straps slide from her shoulders and allowing the hem to ride up, exposing her frilly purple panties and her matching bra. She tugged at his hands, sliding them along her thighs and up her waist until they stopped just short of cupping her breasts.

Blueblood’s eyes widened as he found himself guided into the fitting room Rarity kept for customers trying clothes on. “W-What are you…” He had to mutter between kisses since Sweetie Belle was being persistent and he needed Rarity not to hear them.

Sweetie Belle grinned and slipped her bra off with practiced ease, all but shoving it deep into Blueblood’s robes as she rubbed her swiftly hardening nipples against his chest. “Come on, Mister Blueblood~ let me thank you… properly…”

Blueblood lightly panted as he felt his trousers throbbing with his arousal, and that Sweetie Belle was near straddling him. His gaze drifted unbidden down to her exposed chest, her nipples erect and inviting.

“What’re you waiting for, Mister? Are-”

“Sweetie Belle! Are you in there? I thought I heard your voice!” Rarity called out, knocking on the door of the changing room.

Sweetie Belle swiftly jerked back, yanking her clothing back into place save for her bra and motioned for Blueblood to hide somewhere, anywhere, while she called out, “Y-yeah! J-just trying on a different dress!”

“Well, as long as it’s not one of my products,” Rarity called back, her footsteps moving away slowly as she turned her attention back to her work.

Blueblood slowly allowed the mirage around himself to fade, becoming visible once again. Bending light to make mirages was a very useful trick. He tried to get his breathing back under control from that little fright.

“So… since Sis has gone back to work…” Sweetie Belle purred seductively, “Wanna keep going?” She slipped off her dress, letting it fall to the floor as she began removing her undergarments.

“Aaanyvay,” Schrodinger began pulling the scene back down to something else.

Wait man, this chapter’s supposed to play out like a comedy harem hentai!

“Vait vhat?” Schrodinger let go of the other scene, nonplussed.

Yeah.

“Whelp!” Pinkie chirped from her spot beside Schrodinger. “Can’t argue with decisions from on high, now can we?” She put a finger to her chin in a thoughtful expression. “Plus Bluey’s a nice guy now. So I guess I can agree with throwing him a bone or three.” She giggled. “Bones… Like boners!” She burst out laughing as she hugged Schrodinger.

“Vell…. If you say so, I suppose,” Schrodinger muttered, dropping back out of the scene and taking Pinkie with him.

Blueblood could swear his blush was on the verge of engulfing his entire face as Sweetie Belle’s panties finally slipped off her lifted right ankle, delicately hanging from her finger as she fixed him with a lascivious look.

“Come on, Mister Blueblood, Rarity always says that a lady has to repay her debts~” Sweetie Belle leaned over and placed her hand on Blueblood’s crotch, gently massaging it as she cast her own contraceptive spell.

Blueblood leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt himself throbbing in her grip, a quiet sigh of pleasure escaping him. “That… That feels amazing.” More out of a desire to not get caught and subsequently skinned alive by Rarity than anything, Blueblood applied a quick soundproofing spell to the changing room.

“It’s my own spell,” Sweetie Belle smiled angelically, undoing the cord holding up Blueblood’s pants and slipping her hand inside. She continued speaking as she gingerly stroked his member, a faint note of awe entering her voice, “Miss Twilight helped me perfect it, you know. It’s a pleasurable spermicide- she said that it kills the sperm and keeps the testicles from making more for the next twelve hours!”

Blueblood lightly moaned as he felt Sweetie Belle’s soft fingers wrap around his shaft. “I would expect no less from Twilight, insane as she may be.” He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sweetie Belle. “You seem quite skilled. This isn’t your first time, is it?”

Sweetie Belle blushed, “A-actually…. it is….” She coughed and looked away, still stroking him unconsciously.

Blueblood felt his blush return at that revelation. “Are you sure about this, Sweetie Belle? You can still stop, you know.” Speaking rationally was getting harder and harder with his every instinct screaming at him to just accept Sweetie Belle’s advances. If she wanted him, then why deny her, they reasoned.

“Why would I wanna stop?” she asked, leaning in closer and flicking her tongue across the tip of his penis, closing her eyes contemplatively at the taste.

Blueblood twitched as he felt her warm tongue contact his tip, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine as he lightly gasped. “H-How is it?” He looked down at her as he asked, his gaze drifting over her body again. She was very beautiful, and rivaled her sister in fact.

Sweetie Belle hummed quietly, tapping her chin, “It’s…. interesting? I don’t know…. it’s kinda… I wanna say salty? It’s pretty nice, though…”

Blueblood found himself blushing at the compliment. Where the old him would have shamelessly preened at the praise, now he found himself slightly embarrassed by it, tempered as he was by his experiences that past year. “Glad you like it, or this would have turned rather awkward.” He lightly chuckled at his attempt at humor.

Sweetie Belle giggled and leaned in again, this time taking a long, slow lick up the length of Blueblood’s shaft, stopping at his tip and swirling her tongue around it. She pressed her breasts up against the shaft and gently shifted them up and down, applying a smooth, even pressure.

Blueblood’s eyes rolled back as he let out a moan, finding himself greatly enjoying Sweetie Belle’s masterful technique. She must have been more open to experimentation than Rarity ever would be. And whoever she learned from was a very good teacher.

“D-do you feel good, Mister Blueblood?” Sweetie Belle asked, grinning up at Blueblood and winking flirtatiously.

“Yes I do, Sweetie Belle,” Blueblood said through another moan. “You have very soft breasts. They feel amazing, rubbing against be like that.”

“T-thanks, Mister Blueblood,” Sweetie Belle continued her ministrations, focusing more on working her breasts against Blueblood’s cock than using her tongue.

Blueblood leaned on the wall of the fitting room and started lightly thrusting between Sweetie Belle’s breasts in time with her own movements.

Sweetie Belle giggled as she put a bit more pressure on his shaft. “Glad you’re getting into it, Mister Blueblood.” She stuck her tongue out and flicked it across his tip every time it came near her mouth.

Blueblood started moaning a bit louder as pleasure worked its way up and down his spine, punching holes in the dam that was his inhibitions and slowly drowning him in a sea of pleasure. He sucked in a breath when he felt his tip engulfed in Sweetie Belle’s mouth. The pleasure quickly came to a head and sent him over the edge.

Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened as he erupted in her mouth. It was huge, she realized as she she swallowed it in several gulps, keeping some in her mouth as she pulled his tip from her oral cavity, sampling the taste. She opened wide to show Blueblood her semen covered tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing. “It tastes really good, Mister Blueblood,” she purred as she slowly stood and pressed against him in a hug.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Blueblood said, blushing as he hugged her back, his currently flaccid cock twitching at the erotic sight that was her showing off her cum filled mouth.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” Sweetie Belle purred in his ear. “If we’re really quiet, Rarity won’t notice. “She slowly wrapped her fingers around his cock and started stroking it again. “I’m sure you’d rather play with my body on a bed.”

Blueblood’s moan was muffled as she tenderly kissed him, smiling as she opened the door, dispelling his soundproofing as she started leading him by his shaft toward the stairwell. If she weren’t stroking him back to full mast he’d have been able to concentrate enough for an invisibility mirage.

Sweetie Belle stopped him as they reached a point where they’d have to sneak past Rarity, who was talking to Chrysalis while she worked. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were in there too, being seductive lookouts.

Apple Bloom caught Sweetie Belle’s eyes and winked, covering it with a quick sneeze and hiding her thumbs up behind her other hand. Scootaloo motioned for the both of them to keep moving, waiting as Chrysalis distracted Rarity with an inquiry of fashion tips.

As they passed by the distracted Rarity, Blueblood caught Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s eyes as he blushed from being seen being led around by his junk.

Apple Bloom’s and Scootaloo’s eyes widened at the sight as they slowly grinned simultaneously. With a quick glance to make sure that Rarity still wasn’t looking and was still torturing Chrysalis with fashion, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo raised their shirts, flashing Apple Bloom’s bare breasts and Scootaloo’s simple white bra.

Blueblood’s blush darkened as he was led out of sight and up the stairs, his gaze drawn to Sweetie Belle’s alluring hips and derriere, which swayed with her every step. And he swore he could see her inner thighs glistening a bit.

Sweetie Belle turned her head and winked at him as they reached the top of the stairs. “You know you can touch me, right?” she asked in a low purr as she shook her ass for him. “Go ahead, Mister Blueblood. Touch me.”

‘’Uhh….Well I….’’ He said looking at her plump ass as she began teasing him with it. He knew this was a bad idea since she was Rarity’s own sister, but for some reason, another part of him wanted to do this with her. After thinking for a moment, he slowly began to bring his hand over and gently grasp on her shapely derriere as he gave in to the temptation.

Sweetie Belle let out a small moan and rubbed her rear against his palm. “Mmm… You like that, Mister Blueblood?” She led him into her bedroom and locked the door behind them with a burst of telekinesis. “How about you put up that soundproofing spell for us?”

Blueblood felt like he should back away right now, but his urges were keeping him from leaving and wanted to go all the way with this. ‘’Sure…’’ He said before he slowly raised his hand, which glowed with his mana as a soundproof barrier around Sweetie Belle’s bedroom was erected. ‘’Done.’’

Sweetie Belle smiled and released her hold on his shaft before slipping her arms around his neck. “Perfect,” she purred as she pulled him into a deep kiss, pressing herself against him and rubbing her hard nipples against his bare chest.

He was taken aback a bit by the kiss, but slowly gave into the sweet sensation as he kissed her back and put his arms around her body. He moaned into her mouth and held her close as he slowly felt his inhibitions and his resistance slipping away.

Sweetie Belle moaned and pulled him onto the bed with her, moving up to the pillows and laying back with her arms spread out. “Do whatever you want, Mister Blueblood. My body is yours to play with, handsome.”

“As you wish…” He said as he went back to kissing her deeply on the lips while moving one of his hands to feel her breasts as they made out. His body was lusting more and more for her by the second with his urges increasing.

“Oh Mister Blueblood,” Sweetie Belle moaned, all but grinding against him as she pressed her breasts further into his hands. Her hands, however, moved south, reaching into Blueblood’s pants and pushing them down to access his shaft and testicles. While one hand stroked him gently and smoothly, her other cupped and massaged his testicles, rolling them around and applying a gentle, even pressure.

Blueblood moaned into her lips and kicked his pants off, letting them hit the floor as he broke the kiss and started trailing gentle butterfly kisses down her jawline to her neck, slowly moving to the valley between her breasts and trailing his tongue up her right breast. He started slowly dragging his tongue on her areola, teasing her nipple while his right hand gently pinched and twisted her left nipple.

“A-ah~!” Sweetie Belle whimpered, shuddering in absolute bliss. “R-right there!” She stroked his member more intensely, the shock of her nipples being pinched filling her mind with a pleasurable haze.

Blueblood latched his mouth onto her nipple and started gently sucking it while his right hand pinched her nipple a bit harder to keep up with her stroking. He moaned against her breast as his free left hand reached down between then and started gently rubbing her core, his thumb rubbing her clit as his index and middle fingers slowly sank inside her.

Sweetie Belle let out a wordless cry of ecstasy, bucking her hips against Blueblood’s hand and tightening up muscles she didn’t even know she had. Slick juices splattered over Blueblood’s hand as she came almost instantly, the rough, tickling sensation of Blueblood’s fingers inside her proving too much for her to bear.

Blueblood kept slowly fingering her and rubbing her clit as he released her nipple and kissed her on the lips again, his rough, calloused fingers stroking her slick cavern with a caring touch as his right hand did the same to her breast.

Sweetie Belle slumped down onto the bed, panting heavily and moaning out incoherent sentences. “A-ah! W-wha-! What was… what was tha-AAT!?” She shrieked out another orgasm when Blueblood flicked her clitoris and pressed down on her G-spot, soaking the sheets once more, a vivid flush coming to her face.

Blueblood chuckled at knowing he could still make a woman writhe and scream. “That, my dear girl, is fingers covered in calluses.” He pushed his fingers in a bit deeper as he kissed her again, bringing his right hand up to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss.

Sweetie Belle murmured an inaudible response into the kiss, finally working up the mental clarity to resume her ministrations upon Blueblood’s penis, gently brushing the pad of her thumb along its underside and drumming her fingers across its length.

Blueblood slowly broke the kiss and started working his way down again, slowly trailing kisses on her belly and gently twisting his fingers in a circle inside her as he started planting kisses on her inner thighs, making his way toward her core.

Sweetie Belle moaned and cried out, the heat of her core feeling like an endless, mind numbing itch that absolutely needed to be scratched and scratched immediately. She writhed against Blueblood’s hand, trying to force his fingers to move faster and move further inside her. As she approached her third orgasm in almost as many minutes, she clamped her thighs around Blueblood’s head, using her hands to pull him face first into her crotch just as she lost control once again and squirted all over Blueblood’s face and the bed below.

Blueblood lapped up her juices and pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean before diving back in, pushing his tongue past her outer lips and into her cavern as his hands reached up and started massaging her breasts again, paying special attention to her nipples.

At this point, Sweetie Belle was nearly insensate, a mere ball of roiling pleasure and sweet, sweet bliss. As she panted and tried to recover, her will finally made itself known as she grabbed a hold of Blueblood’s shoulders and pulled him up to meet her suddenly intense gaze. “Put… put it in me…. put it in me now!”

Blueblood nodded and pushed her thighs further open as he slowly rubbed his tip against her clit. “Ready for this? It might hurt a little at first.” After receiving a nod, he started slowly pushing into her virgin cavern. First his tip, and then slowly sliding further in.

“O-oh gods! It’s… it’s so big!” Sweetie Belle gasped, her mouth hanging open from the intensely pleasurable pain rushing from her vagina and through the rest of her body. “D-don’t s-stop!”

Blueblood moaned, enjoying the feel of how tight she was. Honoring her wishes, he gripped her hips as he hilted in her and started slowly pulling out until only his tip was still inside her. he then slammed back into her, settling into a pattern as he thrusted.

Sweetie Belle screamed in pleasure, absolutely drunk on the intense sensation of Blueblood thrusting in and out of her. She didn’t even notice that she orgasmed again, such was the extent that she had lost herself to the feelings racing through her body from her core.

Blueblood leaned down and captured her lips in another kiss as he tilted her hips up so he could keep pounding into her as they made out. “You’re so tight, Sweetie Belle!” He dragged his tongue along her neck and kissed it several times before returning to her lips as he felt her legs wrap around him.

“Yes! Yes!” Sweetie Belle cried out, locking her legs behind Blueblood’s back and bracing herself against his chest as he pounded into her. She couldn't believe how good it felt just to have her most private parts have something so warm and large and strong inside of them. She threw her head back, her eyes wide and her mouth screaming once more as she echoed out her most powerful orgasm yet, this one strong enough to make her eyes roll back into her head.

That same orgasm squeezed Blueblood so hard that he only lasted a few more thrusts before burying himself inside Sweetie Belle and cumming hard with a yell, his eyes rolling back as well while he pumped her full of his forcibly impotent semen.

Sweetie Belle panted heavily, barely able to come down from the orgasmic high that she’d risen to. “T-that… haaa… that was amazing….” She grinned goofily, brushing her hair out of her eyes and flopping back unceremoniously.

Blueblood was panting just as heavily as he slowly pulled out of her and flopped down beside her, supporting her head with his arm as he gave her a lopsided grin. “So… How was your first time?”

“Better than I could have ever imagined,” Sweetie Belle sighed, stretching languidly and letting the mess inside her spill out from her movements.

Blueblood chuckled. “That’s what happens when you seduce a master as a virgin. But you’re very good at seduction, Sweetie Belle.” He leaned over and tenderly kissed her.

Sweetie Belle moaned gently, leaning into the kiss. After a few seconds, though, she pushed him away and stretched again, slipping away to the bathroom to clean up, wiggling her bottom teasingly at Blueblood as she walked.

Blueblood got up and stretched himself before following after Sweetie Belle, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re just a little temptress, aren’t you?” he asked in a husky whisper as he kissed her neck.

Sweetie Belle winked and giggled, “I learned from one of the best~”

Blueblood watched Sweetie Belle as he fixed his robes. She seemed to be deliberately dressing slowly to further tease him. Reaching into his robe, he noticed something and pulled out her bra. “Sweetie Belle? Your bra.” He held the garment out to her.

Sweetie Belle waved him off, “No thanks. It wouldn’t go with the dress. Besides, it’s a gift.” She giggled and put on a new dress, this one with an elegant blue trim.

“A gift?” Blueblood asked before noting the numbers written in one of the cups. “What are these numbers?”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes, “What, never been given a girl’s Scroll number before?”

Blueblood blushed at the question. “No. I haven’t.” He stowed the bra away in his robes, making sure it was out of sight before offering his arm. “Shall we join the girls downstairs?”

“We shall~” Sweetie Belle all but sang, pulling Blueblood along as she skipped down the stairs.

Blueblood met Rarity’s gaze as he and Sweetie Belle entered the kitchen. “Sorry if you were kept waiting, Rarity. Sweetie Belle insisted on showing me around. Your sister is a very charming woman.”

Rarity’s eyes sparkled with mirth, “I trust that you didn’t do anything untoward to her?” Her tone was teasing, and she smiled good naturedly as she offered Blueblood a cup of tea. “And how did you like your tour of my… humble abode?”

Blueblood chuckled as he sat down at the table after pulling out a chair for Sweetie Belle, seated across from Rarity. “Your abode is quite cozy, Rarity. I especially enjoy your ‘organized chaos’. It adds a certain extra charm.”

Rarity tittered even as Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and downed her tea, running off to join her friends. “Yes, it’s quite something, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically, subtly sliding her stocking clad feet out of her heels and running them up and down Blueblood’s thighs.

Blueblood fought down a blush as he sipped his tea. “Yes, of course. I’ve heard during my travels that you’ve got some high profile clients.” He took notice of the broach at her throat. “That’s a lovely broach. Is it an heirloom?”

“Hmm? Oh this old thing?” Rarity held up her necklace, letting the diamond shaped chunk of sapphire glint in the light. “Oh no, it’s merely something that I picked up during one of my travels. It is rather fetching, though. I obtained it on a trip to Zebrica in return for a bolt of silk, interestingly enough.” Rarity’s feet continued their ministrations, a subtle flick of telekinesis undoing Blueblood’s pants and baring his member to the gentle touch of Rarity’s oh so teasingly skillful feet.

Blueblood sipped his tea to avoid moaning as he quickly hardened under Rarity’s gentle tendings, glad that the tablecloth hid his erection from sight. “What is Zebrica like? I’ve only heard stories, but never actually been there.”

Rarity smirked, rubbing slow circles around the tip of Blueblood’s cock, “Oh it’s wonderfully different, though it’s dreadfully hot there. It has such an interesting culture- rather, an interesting mix of cultures.” She motioned with her free hand, summoning forth a pad and paper and sketching out some traditional Zebrican outfits. “In fact, there’s a woman who lives in the Everfree- Zecora, her name is- from Zebrica. We share quite a few tips on spa treatments every now and then.”

Blueblood worked to keep his breathing steady even as Rarity’s feet sent waves of pleasure up his spine. “Their ensembles are certainly very practical,” he commented as he looked over the sketches. “Similar to the robes favored by the Rahib Alzzajaj. Though deserts are far hotter than the savannah.”

“Mmmm, true, though the robes for them are simply ceremonial. Their day to day clothing is actually far more, shall we say… breezy.” Rarity chuckled and sipped her tea, leaving a flawless violet imprint upon her cup from her lipstick. Beneath the table, she had captured Blueblood’s member between her toes and was now mercilessly running her feet across and over it, using the smooth silk of her black stockings to gain just an ever so wonderful friction across his skin.

Blueblood looked at the imprint on her teacup and then up at her lips, lightly biting his lip behind his teacup to hold back a moan as she kept upping the ante with her ministrations. “Desert dwellers cover up head to toe to prevent sunburn. Zebricans go extra exposed to the elements?”

Rarity nodded, “It’s rather interesting. Their skin is naturally unable to burn due to its coloration, and they’ve adapted to the circumstances. Plus, they have such a wonderful amount of natural herbal remedies that usually fix whatever problems they might have. Of course, in the more industrialized and modern areas, there’s a good amount of styles- mostly derived from Equestrian styles, but also a curious amount of Saddle Arabian styles as well as traditional tribal garments.”

“How fascinating,” Blueblood commented as he passed the drawings back to Rarity, his gaze coming back to her broach and noticing that it hung in the little bit of cleavage that she allowed her ensemble to expose.

Rarity caught his gaze and smirked, speeding up her motions under the table, “See something you like, Mister Blueblood?”

Blueblood sipped his tea as he held in another moan. “Just admiring your broach, Rarity.” He idly compared the Belle sisters’ bust sizes in his head, and found Rarity to be the larger of the two.

“It’s rather pretty, yes, but come now,” Rarity flicked the few strands of hair that hung in her face to the side, shaking out her neat bun and lowering her glasses to peek over their rims. “I know you’re staring at my breasts, Blueblood. And you could have just asked.” She shrugged off her blouse, undoing the buttons and letting it fall to the floor as she unclasped her lacy, violet bra and dropped it to the side as well. “Like so.”

Blueblood took a couple of deep breaths as he looked at her bare breasts, taking in every detail. From her erect and inviting nipples to the fact that they appeared to be larger than the night he’d met her. “They… They’ve grown a bit.”

Rarity met Blueblood’s gaze and tugged sharply on his cock, smirking a bit, “Pregnancy does tend to do that, yes.” She resumed her footjob, now slipping one foot deeper into Blueblood’s pants and rolling his balls with it.

Blueblood downed his tea as his shaft twitched between her feet. “Is there anymore tea, Rarity?” He managed to take his eyes off her chest and look her in the eye. “And this is a delicious blend, by the way.”

“Mmm, yes, it is rather nice, isn’t it? It’s Prench, I believe. I forgot where I got it from, actually, but it’s been in my cupboard for a few days now and I thought I’d just give it a try.” Rarity shrugged, “I’ll admit, I’m not much of a tea connoisseur- ask Twilight or Fluttershy for that.”

“Could you make another pot? It’s a very good blend,” Blueblood said, smiling at her. “And perhaps you could part with some of it so I can enjoy it in my own home?”

Rarity waved her hand, “By all means, you’re certainly wel-cum.” With that last word, she flicked her feet against Blueblood’s cock in an altogether incredibly complex maneuver punctuated by a swift tap of magic to his testicles and a very subtle prod of magic to his prostate.

Blueblood bit back a gasp as he came hard from Rarity’s magical prod and the movements of her feet. He barely managed to keep his cool as he coated the underside of the table in his spunk, his shaft slowly softening under Rarity’s feet.

“Oh my~” Rarity purred, rubbing the bit of semen that had splattered on her stockings between her feet, absorbing it into the material. “Someone certainly enjoys my tea~ Or perhaps it’s something else?”

Blueblood blushed and used some subtle telekinesis to put his shaft back in his pants. “Your tea is very delectable, Rarity. A refill would be wonderful.” He glanced down at her chest again, finding himself curious about the taste of her milk. He imagined Elusive loved it though.

Rarity tittered and poured Blueblood another cup, pulling on her clothes again. “To be honest, I’m actually rather surprised you like it. There’s a reason why I’m usually never called upon to make the tea for picnics… though that’s usually because Fluttershy and Twilight always bring their own…”

“Well I consider myself something of a tea aficionado,” Blueblood said after taking a sip. “Especially after spending a year with Raava and Vaatu.”

“Oh? Your masters? Really?” Rarity looked interested, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. “Ah, but that will have to wait. Nature calls, you see.” She stood abruptly and stepped out of the kitchen, humming a light tune.

Blueblood watched her swaying hips as she left the room, amazed once again at just how seductive she was. She made Sweetie Belle look like an amateur when it came to seduction. Watching her had the side effect of making him harden again, tightening his pants for at least the fifth time.

Meanwhile, out in the foyer- with the windows thankfully closed- Rarity stumbled across the scene of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo half naked and wrist deep in each others’ pants while Sweetie Belle looked on, semi dazed. Chrysalis, meanwhile, had left about half an hour ago, fortunately.

Blueblood closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, slowly sipping his tea as he started to slowly get his raging boner under control. If he wasn’t careful, these women were going to be the death of him.

Rarity sighed and gestured to the Crusaders, “Did you really have to start doing that all over my nice, clean couch?”

Apple Bloom blushed brightly. “S-Sorry, Rarity. Watchin’ you tease Mister Blueblood got us all worked up.” She pulled her soaking hand from Scootaloo’s shorts as her blush darkened.

“Y-Yeah,” Scootaloo agreed, pulling her own hand from Apple Bloom’s jeans. “We couldn’t help it once you started working your charms on him.”

“You were watching!?” Rarity all but shrieked, a mortified blush covering her face. She dropped her face into her hands and continued on to the bathroom, moaning and groaning over how she would never live the incident down.

Rarity’s noise drew Blueblood’s attention, even as he kept trying to control his libido. “Rarity? Are you alright?” He looked toward the doorway between the kitchen and the living room in curiosity.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo waved at him, not with their hands, but by wiggling their respective chests at him and winking flirtatiously with their legs spread wide open.

Blueblood’s eyes widened as his face was engulfed by a blush and his boner reasserted itself with a vengeance, his pants bulging and throbbing visibly as he took in the sight of their proudly displayed busts.

Apple Bloom beckoned Blueblood over with a teasing motion, Scootaloo pressing heavily against Apple Bloom and licking a slow, erotic line down the more endowed girl’s chest and abdomen, stopping to pull down both of their respective pairs of pants and expose their clean shaven vaginas to Blueblood.

Blueblood gulped and slowly stood, walking toward them with his erection pitching a tent in his pants that throbbed with his every heartbeat, eager to be lavished with attention by the busty beauties before him. Before he knew it, Blueblood was within arm’s reach of them.

“W-well, since ya darn near did Sweetie Belle in’na a gooey mess,” Apple Bloom tried to keep the blush off her face, but failed horribly. “A-ah figured that y’should do us too. It’s only fair~”

Scootaloo nodded, grinning widely, even with her face buried in Apple Bloom’s crotch. She held up her thumb and wiggled her bottom in Blueblood’s direction, preferring instead to focus on working Apple Bloom’s sweet flower.

Blueblood reached out with his left hand and squeezed Scootaloo’s toned rear while his right hand moved further upward to cup one of Apple Bloom’s soft, squishy breasts as he leaned in and locked lips with the farm girl, sliding his tongue past her lips and exploring her mouth.

Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom moaned, the vibrations caused by Scootaloo’s moaning causing Apple Bloom to shudder and spasm a quiet orgasm into Scootaloo’s mouth.

Blueblood smiled into his kiss with Apple Bloom and slid his hand down Scootaloo’s ass, slipping a couple of his calloused fingers into her soaking snatch while getting a little rougher with Apple Bloom’s breast. His telekinesis guided Apple Bloom’s hand to his throbbing bulge.

“R-right there!” Apple Bloom whimpered, pressing Blueblood’s head against her breast and massaging his bulge as her hips bucked against Scootaloo’s face. Scootaloo, meanwhile, was moaning and humming along, eagerly shaking her bum against Blueblood’s hand.

Blueblood moaned against Apple Bloom’s nipple as he sucked on it, moving his hips to grind his bulge in time with her hand. “That feels really good, Apple Bloom.” His magic guided her to reach down his pants and wrap her fingers around his cock directly. He pushed a third finger inside of Scootaloo and gently pulled on Apple Bloom’s nipple with his teeth.

“Eek!” Apple Bloom yelped, spasming lightly and spraying another burst of juices down into Scootaloo’s eagerly awaiting mouth. She started stroking Blueblood on reflex, panting heavily. Scootaloo, meanwhile, kept up her suckling and licking, moving her hips in time with Blueblood’s fingers.

Blueblood moaned and pushed his pants down as he slid behind Scootaloo, still playing with Apple Bloom’s breasts as he pulled his fingers out of Scootaloo and rubbed his tip on her snatch. “Ready, Scootaloo?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she muttered, turning away from Apple Bloom’s soaking pussy for the barest of moments before returning her attention to it with a vengeance, barely paying any mind to Blueblood… until, that is, he entered her, causing her to yelp and moan into the depths of Apple Bloom’s pussy.

Blueblood gripped Scootaloo’s hips with his left hand and started thrusting into her with the same rhythm he’d used on Sweetie Belle as he deeply kissed Apple Bloom and kept exploring her body. “So tight, Scootaloo. And Apple Bloom, your body is a perfect mixture of muscular and curvaceous.”

“T-thank ya, Mister Blueblood,” Apple Bloom blushed at the praise, moaning and whimpering while Scootaloo worked her magic upon Apple Bloom’s gushing vagina. It was quite a wonder as to how Apple Bloom hadn’t lost all the energy to her legs yet.

Blueblood thrusted harder into Scootaloo and sucked both of Apple Bloom’s nipples into his mouth at the same time, sucking on them rather roughly while squeezing her breasts. He groaned and sent vibrations through them as he enjoyed the tight grip that Scootaloo had on him.

Scootaloo gasped as Blueblood pounded into her, stars dancing before her eyes as he seemed to hit just about every sweet spot she didn’t know she had. “Ah! Right there! Right there!” she cried, muffling her words as she shoved her tongue deeper inside Apple Bloom.

Blueblood panted and started licking Apple Bloom’s nipples as he gripped Scootaloo’s ass, pounding faster into her as he felt his balls start contracting. “Scootaloo, I’m about to cum!” He started trading speed for power in his thrusts as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Scootaloo gasped and leaned heavily into Apple Bloom, causing Apple Bloom to double over and clutch Scootaloo’s head further into her depths. “A-ah’m about t’cum too!” Apple Bloom moaned, Scootaloo responding likewise.

Blueblood pulled Apple Bloom into a deep kiss with his telekinesis, since his hands were occupied with gripped Scootaloo’s hips. With one last, powerful thrust, he erupted deep inside Scootaloo, painting her cavern white as he groaned into Apple Bloom’s lips.

Scootaloo screamed into Apple Bloom’s crotch, Apple Bloom’s own orgasm splattering messily over her face as she squirt all over the Boutique’s flooring. Both of them shuddered in ecstasy, collapsing and flopping limply to the couch, panting heavily.

Blueblood collapsed between them after pulling out of Scootaloo, his arms draped around them as he panted, coming down from his orgasm. “How was it, Scootaloo? Was I an adequate first?”

“Friggin’ amazing,” Scootaloo mumbled, watching the semen leak out of her with a dazed look upon her face.

“Amen t’that,” Apple Bloom agreed, gingerly high-fiving Scootaloo as they both panted.

Blueblood chuckled as he held them a bit closer, particularly Apple Bloom. “You haven’t even had me inside you yet, Apple Bloom.” He idly fondled one of her breasts as he waited for his cock to recover and harden again.

Apple Bloom sighed, “Ah dunno, if it’s any better n’what Scoots gave me, Ah might jus’ go crazy from that!” She giggled and hummed, enjoying the feel of Blueblood’s hands on her breasts.

Blueblood gently pulled Apple Bloom into his lap and kept fondling her breasts as his slowly hardening shaft rubbed against her soaking wet cunt.

Apple Bloom squirmed a bit, shuddering at the pleasurable contact, “A-ah, hey… be gentle, alright?” She looked up to Blueblood nervously, a shaky grin on her face.

“Of course,” Blueblood said with a grin of his own as he gently slid her down and impaled her on his shaft with a moan of pleasure at yet another tight cavern.

‘’A-A-Ahhh! O-Oh S-sweet C-Celestia!’’ Apple Bloom moaned softly to the sweet feeling of her precious core being impaled by the former prince. She began thrusting her hips along with his as rode that his mighty steed that ground against her inner walls in all the best ways.

Blueblood held her closer against him as he planted a trail of kisses on her neck and dragged his tongue along it. His hands started pinching and pulling on her nipples as he thrusted faster into her, letting her weight as she fell back down provide all the force.

Apple Bloom moaned softly from feeling the former prince do as he pleased to her body. She slowly moved her arms behind his neck and ran her fingers through his hair as she kept bouncing her hips against his strong hips and hard rod.

Blueblood turned Apple Bloom’s head and deeply kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and entwining it with her own as he reached down and started rubbing her clit, his rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure up and down her spine.

Apple Bloom kissed Blueblood back just as deeply and slipped her own tongue into his mouth. Their tongues sensually danced with one another while their hip movement never ceased below. Her hands firmly grasped BlueBlood’s head and felt through his rugged locks as she enjoyed being held in his grasp.

Blueblood groaned into the kiss and started going for power over speed in his thrusts. The consecutive orgasm were taking their toll on his stamina. He was getting close to bursting again. “I’m gonna cum, Apple Bloom!” He thrusted as hard as he could, getting closer with every thrust.

“Cum in me!” Apple Bloom cried out, too lost in her own enjoyment to care about what she was saying. She bounced and thrust with every motion Blueblood made, a series of ecstasy filled whimpers issuing from her throat as she approached her own climax.

Blueblood finally gripped Apple Bloom’s hips and shoved her down onto his cock as he burst inside her with a loud groan, flooding her with his load in several bursts. He turned her head and kissed her as he felt her clench him tightly.

Apple Bloom all but screamed into the kiss, tightening her hold on Blueblood as she came with him, splattering his pelvic area with hot, sticky juices. She shuddered and twitched, her skin feeling over-sensitive just from how powerful the orgasm was.

Blueblood panted and slowly pulled Apple Bloom off him and set her beside him so he could slowly stand up. “That was amazing. But I need to go freshen up a bit.” He pulled his pants back on and walked somewhat shakily down the hall toward the bathroom, not even thinking to known as he opened the door and stepped inside.

“EEEEEEEK!” Rarity shrieked, covering herself frantically with her towel as Blueblood opened the door. “GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!” She then proceeded to telekinetically throw as many bottles, brushes, and other such bathroom implements as she could at Blueblood’s face, screaming incoherently all the while.

Blueblood’s reflexes allowed him to stop the barrage in the air as he slammed the door. “SORRY!” He leaned against the door breathing heavily as his heart raced.

Five minutes later, Rarity knocked on the door to the bathroom and rattled the handle, “Blueblood, darling, could you move? I need to get out of the bathroom so I can get dressed, you know.”

Blueblood moved out of the way and faced away from the door. “Sorry. It’s clear.” He heard the door open. “Really sorry about not knocking.”

“No, I’m sorry for reacting like that,” Rarity apologized, patting Blueblood on the shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. I was able to block it all before shutting the door,” Blueblood answered, still not daring to look in her direction. “I’m okay.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Rarity asked, picking up the various items strewn on the floor with her magic and putting them back in place. “I feel awful for doing that to you, though. I suppose I’ll have to make it up to you, then. How about we go on a date?”

The unexpected shock of her asking him out overrode any fear Blueblood had of being attacked for seeing her naked as he whirled around to look her in the eye. “A-Are you serious? Our particular history, and you’re still willing to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you’ve changed quite a bit and I’ve forgiven you, have I not?” Rarity smiled softly, holding her bathrobe shut. “Besides, you still haven’t exactly seen all that Ponyville has to offer. I’d say a tour would be a wonderful way to start off our new relationship, even if we decide to stay friends. It helps that you are, in fact, still quite the impressive specimen.”

Blueblood blushed at the compliment and gave her a smile. “That would be lovely then. When should I pick you up?” He resolutely kept his gaze locked with Rarity’s, not wanting her to think him a shameless pervert.

“Just give me your scroll number, if you have one,” Rarity chuckled, “I’d imagine that your plans today were to simply set up shop, so I figured that I would do the picking up.” She held out her hand, waiting patiently.

Blueblood nodded and wrote down his number, setting the paper in Rarity’s waiting hand. “There. So when should I expect you?”

Rarity shrugged and checked her own scroll, “Oh, I don’t know… perhaps around seven?”

“That works,” Blueblood said. “I should be set up by then.” He gave Rarity a smile. “Well, I planned on visiting the rest of my new friends as well today. So I should be going then.”

“Then I bid you au revoir,” Rarity winked at Blueblood and gently pushed him towards the front door, paying no mind to the sloppy attempts of the Crusaders to hide the evidence of their activities.

Blueblood walked into the Golden Oak Library, looking around for Twilight or any of her housemates. Though he secretly dreaded the possibility of being alone in the same room with her husband.

A shadow slowly moved along the floor behind the door and crept toward Blueblood from behind, slowly rising into the familiar red trenchcoat loving vampire king as he opened his mouth, slowly leaning toward Blueblood and poised to take a chomp out of him.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re there, No-Life King,” Blueblood murmured, holding up a hand wreathed in flames. “It was simply too good of an opportunity to resist, I would imagine. Quite predictable, really.” He sniffed dismissively and stepped forward, sighing quietly. “I’d appreciate if you could fetch Miss Sparkle for me, though, Alucard. I’d like to talk to her.”

Alucard chuckled as he closed his mouth. “Well well. You’ve certainly rid yourself of any trace of that snivelling lump of meat that my wife grew up dealing with and that I threatened to eat multiple times.” He went down into the basement laboratory. “My countess. Blueblood is here, and wants to talk to you.”

Twilight looked up from whatever creature she had been dissecting and looked at him. “I’ll be right up, my count.” She set aside her tools and stepped away from the table before teleporting herself and Alucard upstairs. “Yes, Blueblood? I was kinda dissecting a creature from the Everfree that Zecora gave me.”

Blueblood blinked, “.... Well, that’s certainly not something that I needed to hear. But anyway, as I assume you are still the incredible font of knowledge that you have been since the day you met my auntie, I ask you this: How exactly would one open up a shop of some sort here in Ponyville?”

“Well you’d need to buy a free plot of land and provide a copy of the deed to be stored in the archives. Then assuming there isn’t already a building in place that suits your needs, you build whatever you need, making sure it’s line with current building codes. If there’s already a building that suits your needs, you’ll need to get it inspected to make sure it matches current building codes, then you’re free to get settled in.” Twilight explained with a grin at her knowledge. “If you go through the right people, it can all be sorted out in about two hours. Ever since I tore down the system and rebuilt it from scratch for maximum efficiency.”

“I… see….” Blueblood coughed and muttered into his hand, “Of course she tears down bureaucracy and reshapes it into a more efficient system…. why did I ever doubt?” He shook his head and straightened, “Thank you, Twilight. Ah, if you’re not too busy… would you mind guiding me through the process later on? I’d like the expertise by my side so as to not cause any unfortunate… tangles… in the process.”

Twilight arched an eyebrow as she grinned at him. “Got big plans tonight?” She sidled over to him and lightly elbowed his side. “Going on a hot date?”

“He smells like sex and shame,” Fluttershy purred from a balcony that connected to the photo studio, where she had just finished a photoshoot for Photo Finish. And she didn’t bother putting on a robe to cover the skimpy bikini she had been modeling.

Blueblood gulped and blushed, coughing uncomfortably into his hand, “Ah- er, that is, well… I, ah, I am going on a date with Rarity later today, yes… That’s why I’d like to get my shop set up as quickly as possible. Twilight, do you know if there are any free plots of land closer to the edge of town?”

Twilight gave him a knowing smirk before giggling. “I think there’s one right next to Rarity’s boutique, if you’re interested. And it’s got a pre-existing building on it.”

Fluttershy jumped down and struck a pose. “You like it, Blueblood? I might keep it, personally.” Her every movement poured out her raw, vampiric sex appeal.

Blueblood, ever the gentleman he had become, stoically looked away from Fluttershy and kept focus on Twilight, “It’s rather fetching on you, Fluttershy. Anyway, Twilight, what sort of building is it? I’d rather not have to repurpose a furniture shop into a glass blowing studio, as it were.”

“Used to be a brickhouse,” Twilight said. “Should have all the space you need for your art.” She wrapped her arms around Fluttershy and leaned on her wife.

“Hmmm, yes, that should do…” Blueblood nodded, going over the various figures in his head and planning out just how much space he would need. “So, I don’t suppose I could count on your guidance through the process, Twilight?”

“Sure thing, Blueblood,” Twilight said with a smile that screamed of plans to commit murder. “Anything for a friend.” Especially when said friend was still technically under a restraining order.

“.... I feel like I may have made a mistake,” Blueblood mumbled, not liking Twilight’s smile in the least. “Please don’t kill me… or attempt to, at least, for the second time in about a year.”

Twilight slung her arm around Blueblood’s shoulders. “Now what do ya say we go get your place inspected and what not?” Her smile only widened slightly as her eyes shut and add to its creepiness factor.

“.... Sincerely regretting my life choices now,” Blueblood muttered, tensely walking out the library door with Twilight still holding onto his shoulders.

Rainbow laughed hard as she leaned on Gilda, who was laughing just as hard once Blueblood had finished recounting his time spent with Twilight. “You may be badass now, but Twilight still scares the shit out of you?!”

“Twilight’s one crazy bitch, Dash! Can ya blame him?!” Gilda asked through her laughter, holding Rainbow closer for more support.

“Please, you two, could you not?” Blueblood sighed, pinching his brow in a gesture of pure exasperation. “I get enough of it from Fluttershy as it is….”

“Get what from Fluttershy?” Rainbow asked with a grin.

“Yeah. Just what do you get from the vampire bombshell with the biggest tits on the planet?” Gilda asked, a grin gracing her features as well.

Blueblood facepalmed and sighed again, “As I was saying, would you two like to help me set up my shop? There’s an awful lot of things I need moving and I’d really rather not go back to ask Twilight to help.”

“Have ya asked Pinkie and Applejack too?” Gilda asked, arching an eyebrow. “You know Pinkie’s gonna throw you a party, and Applejack’s strength should be a huge help.”

Blueblood shook his head, “I was going to go get them right after I talked to you two.” He shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets casually. “I would have asked them first, but you two were, well, right here.”

“Yeah! Watching you get your ass handed to you by a woman barely into her pregnancy,” Gilda quipped.

“Sure. We’ll help you out,” Rainbow said, giving Blueblood a more friendly grin. “So… How’s my sister?”

“Your sister?” Blueblood asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t recall meeting any- oh, right, Scootaloo is your sister then?”

“Yup. She sure is,” Rainbow said. “Heard you saved her and her friends from a nasty fall. Thanks for that.”

Blueblood shook his head, “It’s not a big deal. Anyone would have done that, I’m sure. I… and Chrysalis’ bust… simply happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“Still. Thanks for saving her,” Rainbow said, smiling. “Scootaloo means a lot to me.”

“I can tell,” Blueblood smiled. “She gushes quite a bit about you, you know. Did you really manage to pull off a sonic rainboom?”

“Sure did,” Rainbow said with a proud grin. “Took Soarin through one at the gala last year.”

Blueblood chuckled, “I can’t imagine he took that all too well.”

Rainbow chuckled. “He loved it. Fucked me on the mountaintop afterward.” She sidled over to Blueblood and elbowed his side in a friendly way. “So… How did my kid sis thank you for your valiant rescue?”

Blueblood coughed nervously, “Well, she insisted on a kiss and became very…. flirtatious. It was rather awkward, as you can imagine.” He grimaced internally, wisely deciding to leave out everything else.

“So did she get that kiss?” Rainbow asked, grinning a grin that demanded details. “Don’t hold out on us, Blueblood.”

“.... Well, after a bit of prodding I gave in,” Blueblood admitted, sighing in exasperation. “It seemed only fair, awkward as it was.”

“She offer anything else?” Gilda asked. “She is a budding young woman that’s of age, probably looking for a good guy.”

“A-ah, why would you even ask that!?” Blueblood sputtered indignantly, desperately hoping that the two women wouldn’t catch on to what he did.

“Oh don’t play dumb with us,” Gilda said. “We know Scootaloo’s an attractive young woman, and you’re a decent man now. Besides, it’s not like you slept with her or anything.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Blueblood grumbled, tugging at his collar. “Anyway, will you assist me?”

“Sure!” Rainbow answered, putting an arm around his shoulders. “You go get Pinks and AJ. We’ll get what you need started going. Kay?”

“Thank you,” Blueblood shook off Rainbow’s arm and started walking away, throwing a salute over his shoulder and humming a tune he had learned from Raava.

Schrodinger’s ears twitched as he heard the bell over the door ring. “Velcome to Sugarcube Corner!” he announced as he appeared seated on the counter with a grin and closed eyes. “How may ve help you today?”

“Hello Schrodinger. Is Pinkie here?” Blueblood asked, counting out a few bits and placing them on the counter. “Also, can I get a strawberry cupcake?”

Schrodinger took the bits and passed Blueblood a cupcake before looking toward the kitchen. “Pinkie! Blueblood vants to talk to you!”

Pinkie bounced into the room, apron stained with splatters of various foodstuffs and a wide grin affixed to her face. “Hiiiii Bluey~!” she sang, taking care to remove her apron as she tackle-hugged Blueblood.

Schrodinger laughed as he watched Blueblood be subjected to Pinkie’s famous hug. “So how can we help you, Blueblood?” He grinned as Pinkie tightening her hold on Blueblood. She seemed to have become even more of a cuddlebug since getting pregnant.

Blueblood gasped for breath, “A-air…..” He weakly flailed in Pinkie’s grip, trying to pry her off as gently as possible.

Pinkie giggled and let go, allowing Blueblood to breathe once again. “Oops! My bad!” she giggled and helped Blueblood stand, patting him down and asking, “So whaddaya need, Bluey?”

“Have you come for help setting up your shop, Blueblood?” Schrodinger asked before appearing behind Blueblood and leaning to whisper to him so that only he could hear. “How vere zhe Cutie Mark Crusaders?” His grin was from ear to ear as his ears twitched.

Blueblood froze and twitched, barely hiding his expression of shock. “A-ah, yes. I do need help. Setting up my shop, that is. Yes.” He coughed nervously and looked at the clock, “Oh would you just look at the time, I’d better go find Applejack!” With that, he took his cupcake, bade Pinkie and Schrodinger farewell, and headed down the road to Sweet Apple Acres.

“I only asked him how zhe Cutie Mark Crusaders vere,” Schrodinger muttered while tilting his head.

“Yeah, but do you really think he wanted to hear that after he did you-know-what to them in Rarity’s place?” Pinkie chuckled, putting on a pair of work gloves.

“I suppose not,” Schrodinger conceded before pecking Pinkie on the lips.

Applejack kicked one of the apple trees and grinned as its apples fell into baskets. “Still got it, boys!” she said, grinning at Flim and Flam, watching them harvest apples telekinetically. “You two are gettin’ pretty sturdy built. Twilight still workin’ you two hard?”

“Quite so-”

“-our dearest Applejack!” Flim and Flam called out, hoisting baskets manually and loading them onto a cart.

Flim wiped his brow, “We really don’t have much of a choice, as you can imagine.”

“She’s a slave driver,” Flam chuckled.

Applejack laughed a bit as she slung her arms around them, pulling them closer and pecking them both on the lips in turn. “It just makes ya better at what ya do, sugarcubes. An’ ya want ta’ set a good example fer the kids, don’cha?” She smiled and lightly rubbed her belly.

“Indeed we do, m’dear!” Flim agreed, arm slung over Flam’s shoulders.

Flam rolled his eyes, “A good example is good and all, Flim, but could you please not rub your disgusting sweaty shirt all over my slightly cleaner one?” He shucked Flim off, huffing in displeasure.

Applejack hugged them closer. “Now now, boys. You ain’t fussing over my sweaty body. Be good, and ah’ll let ya shower with me tonight.”

“....” Flim and Flam looked at each other and nodded, speaking in perfect unison, “Yes ma’am!”

Applejack laughed and hugged them tighter before noticing they had company. “Howdy there, Blueblood! How ya doin’?!”

“Quite well, quite well,” Blueblood smiled genially, treading up the path with a bit of a spring in his step.

“What’s got ya so cheerful, sugarcube?” Applejack asked, still holding her husbands close as she grinned at Blueblood, releasing the brothers to give him a friendly hug. “Thanks fer savin’ Apple Bloom.”

Blueblood waved her off, “It was nothing, really. I just did what anyone would have done.” He shrugged, looking at Flim and Flam as well as Applejack, “I have a favor to ask, though.”

“Wha’cha need, sugarcube?” Applejack asked as she let Blueblood go and stood between Flim and Flam again. “We just got finished with our work for today, so we’re free.”

“Could you help me set up my shop?” Blueblood asked, “It’s still kind of a mess, and though I have the rest of the girl sans Twilight helping, I figure I might still need your help for the truly heavy lifting.”

“Why ain’t Twilight helping out?” Applejack asked in curiosity as she arched an eyebrow. “Wait. Yer scared she’ll kill ya, right?”

Blueblood stayed silent for a few telling moments, then muttered, “.... Well, that and I’m also piss afraid of Alucard.”

Applejack laughed. “Aw Alucard’s a big softy once ya get ta know him. You’ll be fine. Anyways, let’s get goin’!”

“.... I doubt that he truly is, but let’s put that aside for now. Allons-y, as the saying goes!” Blueblood started back down the path, hands in his pockets and the spring still in his step.

Blueblood breathed a sigh of relief as everything was set up and his friends had said their goodbyes. All that remained was getting changed into something for his date. With that goal in mind, Blueblood headed upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door.

“Hey~” Apple Bloom cooed, lying stark naked on his bed. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were there as well, though they were rather engrossed in each other's’ lips rather than Blueblood himself. “Ah was beginnin’ t’think you’d never show up~”

Blueblood blushed and felt his pants tighten at the sight of her. “W-When did you come in, girls?” He groaned in discomfort as his pants bulged uncomfortably, slowly walking toward the alluring Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom smirked, patting Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle to get their attention, “Oh, y’know, y’left th’window unlocked.” Scootaloo waved jauntily and went back to ravishing Sweetie Belle’s lips, that is, her lower lips, while Sweetie Belle stuttered out a hello, a bright blush covering her face.

“So it seems,” Blueblood said as he crawled onto the bed and tenderly kissed Apple Bloom, his hands finding their way to her breasts and squeezing them in between pinching her nipples.

“Aah~ That feels so good~” Apple Bloom moaned, throwing her head back and bringing her arms up so she could bring her lips to Sweetie Belle’s.

Blueblood licked and kissed Apple Bloom’s nipples as he reached down and rubbed her clit with his rough fingers, trailing kisses down her body to her core. Pulling his hand away, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her sweet tasting cunt.

Apple Bloom’s thighs clenched around Blueblood’s head as she moaned into the kiss she held with Sweetie Belle, running her fists through both his and Sweetie Belle’s hair. Scootaloo grumbled quietly, finding it disagreeable that she was the only one of the girls not receiving anything.

Blueblood reached over and pushed a couple of fingers inside Scootaloo’s sopping wet pussy as he pushed his pants down with a burst of telekinesis and moved between Apple Bloom’s legs, slowly starting to push his tip into her.

And then Applejack burst into the room, kicking open the door with a yell of, “HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, MISTER!” Rainbow Dash and Rarity followed both of them looking absolutely furious. Outside the room, the rest of the girls stood, along with their respective significant others.

After the yelled shocked him into falling off the bed, Blueblood frantically fixed his pants, prepared to fight for his life. He got to his feet and fell into his best stance. He couldn’t help gulping as he waited for the attacks to come. And waited.... And waited… Something was wrong, they weren’t attacking. Then the giggling started. And then it turned into laughter from everyone. “W-Wha?”

At that, the entire room erupted into raucous laughter, Rainbow sputtering out a, “Y-you shoulda seen the l-look on your face ahaha oh my gods!”

Pinkie stumbled over, clutching her gut and giggling hysterically, “W-we knew all along, silly~”

“Ve vere hazing you!” Schrodinger said through his laughter as he leaned on Pinkie for support.

“H-Hazing me?” Blueblood asked in confusion.

“Jus’ enough t’know that y’weren’t, y’know, still a huge varmint n’all,” Applejack wiped a tear from her eye as she chuckled, breath sporadic from the force of her laughter.

“Sorry that we had to barge in on you like that, by the way,” Rainbow slung her arm over Blueblood’s shoulders, casually leaning on him without a single care, “But, y’know, had to stop you from boning my sister and her friends for the second time today. Can’t believe Chrysalis did that by the way- that weird phere-shit she put out was only supposed to make the girls a little more horny, y’know?”

Blueblood chuckled a bit. “So you were testing me,” he locked eyes with Rarity. “I suppose I can understand that. So I passed?” He stepped away from Rainbow as he noticed how well dressed Rarity was. “You’re rather well dressed. For our date, I presume?”

“Of course you passed,” Rarity smirked, then frowned and tapped her chin. “... Though I suppose Chrysalis did make it that much more difficult. And yes, for your date. In half an hour.” She raised an eyebrow at him, an expression that clearly meant ‘go clean up and get ready or I will force you to’.

“Please excuse me,” Blueblood said quickly before heading out of the room and into the bathroom, the sound of the shower soon starting.

Rarity leaned on Blueblood with a smile as they walked through the deserted streets toward her boutique. “I do hope you had as good a time as I did, Blueblood.” She winked up at him and teasingly pressed his arm against her chest.

Blueblood grinned lightly, “With the company I had, how could I not?” He leaned in closer to Rarity, simply content to enjoy her company.

Rarity blushed and giggled before she felt a drop of water hit her head. “Hm?” Another drop hit her. “Oh dear. Looks like we’re running!” she said as she grabbed his hand and started running through the rain toward the boutique, not stopping until they were under the awning. “Well well… How unexpected.” Her soaked clothes were hugging her curves very closely.

Blueblood studiously looked away from Rarity, a light blush dusting his face as he tugged uncomfortably on his dripping robes. “I do have to wonder about the scheduling of this storm,” he muttered, searching the clouds for any signs of a certain rainbow haired Aerial.

Rarity giggled as she opened the door and let them in. “At any rate, we should get out of these clothes before we catch cold. I’ve got a spare bathrobe you can borrow.” She locked the door as she turned the lights on with a flick of telekinesis.

“Thank you, Rarity, but there’s really no need,” Blueblood sighed and took a few breaths, evaporating the water soaking through his clothing with a quiet hiss.

Rarity giggled at the mundane utility of his fire magic. “Well then I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” She walked upstairs to her bathroom and peeled off her soaking dress, hanging it up to dry along with her undergarments before grabbing a towel and quickly drying off. Then she carefully removed her makeup and pulled on her bathrobe, tying it as she returned to the living room. “I’m back.”

Blueblood nodded, “Glad to have you back.” He smiled charmingly and laced his hands behind his head, “Well, now what shall we do?”

“Perhaps you’d like some tea?” Rarity offered. “That special blend you like maybe?” she asked while fluttering her lashes.

“A bit of tea to warm up again after being in the rain is always good,” Blueblood nodded, casually moving over to the kitchen. “Even if one has fire at their beck and call, a good cup of tea has always been a much better conversation holder.”

Rarity giggled and followed him, setting a kettle full of water on the stove and preparing some of the tea blend she and Blueblood had shared earlier in the day. “That it is, I very much agree.”

Blueblood chuckled and sat at the table, twiddling his fingers, “Raava taught me that phrase, you know…. he was always there to dispense a good bit of wisdom or to lighten up the day. I should take you all to visit him one of these days, actually. I’m sure he’d be thrilled.”

“Really? I unknowingly quoted your master?” Rarity asked as she sat down beside him. “He certainly sounds like a nice fellow. Especially if he had such an impact on you, darling.” She leaned on him a bit. “You know. Sweetie Belle is staying the night with her friends, and Pinkie Pie was kind enough to babysit Elusive. We have the whole place to ourselves,” she purred.

Blueblood blinked in surprise, but grinned, “Indeed we do, Miss Rarity. Whatever shall we do, then?” He sipped his tea primly, the manners drilled into his head since he was a child and then re-drilled into his head by Raava coming out in full force.

“Well we can bond more, Blueblood,” Rarity said as she sipped her own tea. “Are you still apprehensive about our son?” She ran her free hand on his shoulder. “You still feel strange calling yourself his father it seems.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to call myself his father without feeling guilty for what I’ve done,” Blueblood sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “Everytime I look at him, it just reminds me of how I used to be.”

Rarity smiled at him and drank the rest of her tea. “What if I told you I’ve thought of a way to put your guilt to rest, darling?” She put her hand on his. “The way I see it, the Blueblood that raped me died in the desert, leaving only the handsome gentleman sitting beside me.”

Blueblood shook his head, “A pretty sentiment, but one not so easily transferred to real life, I’m afraid.” He clenched his hands together, trying to push aside the guilt he felt for all that he had done in the past.

Rarity stood and pulled him to his feet. “I have an idea. Come with me, darling.” She took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom and stepped behind a changing curtain. “Give me just a moment, darling. And close your eyes please.”

Blueblood waited, eyes closed. He wondered just what Rarity was about to show him. A new dress? Perhaps something a little more risque? He dared not wonder as to what she’d show him, so as to keep his expectations (and blood pressure) low.

Rarity soon stepped from behind the curtain, clad in the dress she had worn for the gala. “Okay. You can open your eyes now,” she purred after quietly stepping right in front of him with a smile on her face.

Blueblood opened his eyes and immediately flinched back from the memories that Rarity’s dress brought on. “W-what are you doing in that dress…? I-it brings back… unpleasant memories…”

Rarity giggled and stepped over to another curtain. “You’ll understand just as soon as you put this on.” She pulled the curtain aside to reveal a manikin decked in an exact recreation of the suit that Blueblood had worn that night. “Go on. Put it on, darling. All will be clear momentarily.”

“... I’m not sure I want to…” Blueblood muttered, “All that comes to mind is you slashing off the suit again and making me run back to my shop stark naked…”

Rarity giggled and smiled at him. “I’ll do nothing of the sort. Would it help if I explain before you put it on? And my knife collection is locked up tonight.”

“It would do wonders for my peace of mind, yes,” Blueblood agreed, still not moving towards the suit.

“Well, my idea is to in a way bury the old Blueblood and replace him with the new Blueblood by recreating that night,” Rarity explained as she wrapped her arms around Blueblood’s neck. “Only this time, it’s the handsome gentleman you are now, instead of that despicable creature. Thus, instead of me being hypnotized and raped, I’m properly seduced and you make love to me.” She pressed her chest against him. “And since you’re still under my sister’s little spell, you can cum inside me even though it’s a dangerous day.”

“I… well… uh,” Blueblood stammered, trying very hard to not look down the neckline of Rarity’s dress. “I-if you’re sure about that… then…. I suppose we could…?”

Rarity smiled and pecked him on the cheek before stepping away from him. “Your ensemble awaits,” she said, gesturing dramatically to the suit.

Blueblood sighed, but complied anyway, stepping behind the dressing screen and putting on the suit, noting that it was already specifically tailored for his new physique. “... When did you get my measurements…?”

“That, darling, is my little secret,” Rarity said with a giggle. “Do you like the fit?”

“It certainly is every bit as comfortable as the… other one…” Blueblood mentioned, carefully testing his range of motion.

“Come come. Let me see, darling,” Rarity said as she pulled the curtain aside, smiling widely. “Well don’t you just look dashing?” she asked with half lidded eyes.

Blueblood coughed, “I certainly don’t feel dashing… This suit reminds me far too much of my past behaviors.” Still, he stepped forward and did a quick turn for Rarity, allowing her to see him from every angle.

“Remember what I said, darling,” Rarity said while cupping his cheek in her hand. “We’re burying the old you and bringing in the new. So… shall we make that night the way it should have been, my handsome prince?” She stepped back and curtsied with a smile and wink. “Good evening, Prince Blueblood. My name is Rarity.”

Blueblood grumbled internally a bit, though went along. “Greetings fair Rarity. What brings you here on this most auspicious of nights?” He bowed, smiling genially as he did so.

“I’m attending with my friends,” Rarity said as she smiled back. “Enjoying the atmosphere, the company, and hoping to meet that special someone. I’m sure you can say the same.”

Blueblood chuckled slightly, “I’m afraid not. While the atmosphere and company are rather nice, I’m not attending with any friends. Though, I believe almost all of us still single hope to find that special someone, eh?”

“Surely you have ladies clamoring for your attention, my prince,” Rarity said as she slipped her arms around his left arm, gently pressing it between her breasts. “Especially with that rugged complexion, and that charming trimmed beard.”

“Yes, well, none of them have been quite so charming as yourself, Miss Rarity,” Blueblood took Rarity’s free hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

“Oh you flatter me, darling,” Rarity said with a giggle. “There must be some woman more charming or as charming as me.” She leaned up and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. “But I would certainly enjoy getting to know you better.”

“We have all night, milady,” Blueblood pointed out, a small smirk coming to his face. “That seems like plenty of time to get to know each other quite well.”

“Do you have something in mind, my handsome prince?” Rarity asked with half lidded eyes and a seductive smile.

Blueblood leaned in close and whispered huskily in Rarity’s ear, “I think you and I both know just what I have in mind, milady~”

Rarity shivered in anticipation as she started unbuttoning his suit jacket. “I have the same thing in mind, darling.” She slid his jacket off and started on his tie as she momentarily kissed him. “Though I think we’re a tad overdressed for that sort of knowing.”

“Indeed we are”, Blueblood murmured, sliding down the straps of Rarity’s dress and kissing her back. He let Rarity take the lead, allowing her to undress him while he merely admired her beauty. “Truly you do live up to your name, Miss Rarity.”

Rarity blushed and giggled as she let her dress pool around her feet before pushing his vest and shirt off, taking a moment to admire his musculature. “My my. You’re quite the specimen aren’t you?” She ran her hands over his chest, worked to perfection by his training.

Blueblood chuckled and gently flexed, letting his muscles- lean and perfectly defined- ripple with the motion. “Well, I don’t like to brag,” he spoke in a mock-pretentious tone, “but I like to think that I’m rather handsome. You certainly are very beautiful to look at yourself, my dear.”

Rarity gave him a smile with half lidded eyes as she stuck her chest out ever so slightly. “You know, you can do more than look, darling. Why not have yourself a feel of what I’ve got? Hardly seems fair for me to run my hands on your chest and not offer my own.” While she spoke, her hands slid down and started undoing Blueblood’s belt.

“If the lady insists,” Blueblood teased, slowly running his hands up Rarity’s waist and to her chest, gently kneading her generous bosom. He squeezed and massaged Rarity’s breasts, sliding his hands underneath her bra and lifting it so he could roll her nipples between his fingers.

Rarity let out a small moan as her nipples hardened under Blueblood’s ministrations, her hands pulling his belt open and pushing his pants down while her telekinesis flickered long enough to unhook her bra and slide it off. “How are they, darling? Are they to your liking?”

“Very much so, my dear,” Blueblood praised, lowering his lips to Rarity’s breasts and softly clutching one of her nipples in his teeth, gently tugging on it and letting his teeth scrape across its surface.

Rarity lightly gasped as pleasure shot through her from her nipple. Gripping his arms, she pulled him onto the bed with her, laying with him hovering slightly over her with the soft sheets against her back. Her left hand snaked between them and gripped the bulge that had formed in his boxers, slowly rubbing it and using the fabric to get more friction with her movements.

Blueblood gasped softly in return, smirking as he teased Rarity’s breasts ever more. He worked them in circles, in small movements best designed for maximum pleasure.

Rarity moaned a little louder as her right hand tilted his face enough for her to kiss him, her other hand stroking his bulge a little harder and gently squeezing it in a rhythm that sent shivers up and down Blueblood’s spine.

With a drawn out groan of pleasure, Blueblood kissed a trail from Rarity’s breasts, down her abdomen, and finally stopped at her thong. After a brief pause to grin wickedly and push the garment out of the way, he darted forward and lightly flicked her clitoris with his tongue, capturing it between his lips and sucking on it.

Rarity let out a cry of pleasure as she arched her back and gripped the sheets tightly. “Oh darling, that feels wonderful! Let me return the favor!” She started pulling at his waist with her magic, coaxing him to bring it around over her face so she could continue pleasuring him.

Blueblood flipped around, still sucking heavily on Rarity’s clitoris and fingering at her folds. He hummed in delight, probing against Rarity’s vagina and tugging at it with his fingers.

Rarity spread her legs further to give him more room as she reached into the gap of his boxers and pulled out his member, purring as she wrapped her fingers around it. “Such a big boy, aren’t you, darling?” she asked before sticking out her tongue and dragging it over his tip.

Blueblood moaned, bucking his hips forward and driving himself part of the way into Rarity’s mouth. He continued suckling on Rarity’s vagina, kissing it and fingering her. Just for a bit of a surprise, he began channeling his magic to his fingers, letting them almost burn with an intensity just barely tolerable by humans.

Rarity’s eyes widened in surprise at him thrusting into her mouth, but moaned against him and closed her eyes as she started gently sucking on his shaft, her arms slowly wrapping around his waist as she relaxed and moaned under the heat in his fingers stimulating her core. Her moans sent pleasurable vibrations up his cock as her tongue and lips massaged it.

“O-oh my,” Blueblood gasped, pausing just long enough to let his words slip out before returning to his ministrations. He skillfully fingered Rarity’s dripping pussy, fingers still dancing with heat. With barely a pause for breath, his tongue and lips heated up as well, bringing a pleasurable burn to Rarity’s outer folds and clitoris.

Rarity moaned louder against Blueblood’s cock and sucked harder, slowly taking him further into her mouth, reaching into his boxers and rubbing his balls between her fingers as she kept slowly taking him further and further into her mouth. She kept moaning and sending vibrations up his shaft, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as her thighs lifted and gripped Blueblood’s head.

Blueblood grunted in surprise, barely able to gasp out a warning before he all but slammed his hips forward and came in Rarity’s mouth, teeth clenching down slightly upon Rarity’s clitoris in his pleasure.

Rarity swallowed his entire load in several gulps as she came from him biting her clit. Her juices soaked his face and hands since her thighs held him in place. She released his head only after coming down from her orgasm. Slowly, she pulled his cock from her mouth while gently squeezing it with her luscious lips. “Someone’s pent up, darling. That was a rather large release, don’t you think?” she asked with a seductive giggle.

Blueblood coughed and blushed, gently pulling himself off of her and turning around. “Well, perhaps, though it speaks wonders of your skill that you were the one to draw forth such a response,” he praised, lifting one of her hands and kissing the back of it.

Rarity blushed. “Oh you flatter me, darling,” she purred as she pushed him onto his back and deeply kissed him, her right hand snaking between them to grip his flaccid length and start stroking it back to attention. “But we both know you want more than to taste me and play with my breasts.” She leaned in and put her mouth beside his ear, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “You want to have this big hard cock enveloped in my warm wet pussy.”

“My oh my, Miss Rarity,” Blueblood smirked, hands snaking around to cup Rarity’s ass. “Such filthy language is most unbecoming of you. I daresay that you’ll need to be punished for your indiscretions.” With barely any warning, Blueblood lifted Rarity up and slammed himself inside her, burying himself to the hilt in a single smooth motion.

Rarity arched her back as she let out a loud moan, her walls squeezing and massaging his length as she started lifting her hips. “Oh yes! That feels so wonderful inside me, darling!” Once only his tip was still in her, Rarity slammed back down with a gasp, repeating the pattern in a rhythm as she propped her hands on his chest.

“It’s not much of a punishment then, is it?” Blueblood asked rhetorically, guiding Rarity’s hips down as he pushed the both of them forward and lifted Rarity’s legs over his shoulders. “Ah well, c’est la vie.” He began thrusting harder, all but slamming Rarity into the bed and making the springs squeal with every motion.

Rarity squealed in surprise and excitement as the tables were turned. She loved the role reversal, being taken by a strong, handsome prince. “Oh you’re hitting me so deep! It’s exquisite, darling!” She started fondling her breasts as she panted, staring into his eyes with an equal mixture of lust and affection.

“No, you’re the exquisite one, my dear!” Blueblood panted, barely able to stay in control over the onslaught of sensations rippling through his cock. “Your pussy is simply divine!” He slammed into her harder and harder, trading out speed for power as he hit every one of Rarity’s deepest crevasses.

“Whose language is unbecoming now, darling?” Rarity asked through her moaning as she cupped his cheek in her hand. “Such powerful thrusts! You’re going to make me cum!” She shifted her legs off Blueblood’s shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. “Are you going to cum, darling?! Is my divine pussy about to drive you over the edge?!”

“Oh yes! Yes it is, milady!” Blueblood began thrusting faster and faster, the feeling of Rarity’s pussy driving him over the edge until he hilted inside her and sprayed spurt after spurt of hot semen into her.

Rarity arched her back as she came with him, soaking his shaft in her juices as she felt her womb being filled by his warmth. “Feels like a fire in me has been doused, darling.” She pulled him down and kissed him as he finished cumming. “But it’s not enough. I need some more.” She pushed him off of her and rolled onto her hands and knees, reaching underneath herself to hold her outer lips open with a couple of fingers. “Take me again, darling,” she purred as some of his cum leaked out of her.

Twilight gasped as Alucard came inside her for the fifth time that night, blissfully moaning even as she carefully wrote down a list of calculations and spell matrices on a sheaf of notes. “Ah! Right there!” she moaned, grinding against Alucard lustfully and pulling him forward with her telekinesis.

Alucard grinned and licked her neck all the way up to her ear, sucking the pointed tip into his mouth as he thrusted deeper into Twilight, hitting her sweet spots over and over again. “You’ve gotten even hornier since you got pregnant, my countess.” He reached up and squeezed her breasts as he spoke. “So find anything interesting, darling?” he asked while pinching her nipples.

Twilight hummed in response, still listing calculations even though most of her conscious mind lay in a pleasured daze. “Mmmm, nothing of note, love,” she murmured, “though I suppose it’s interesting to note that… oh shit…” Twilight immediately snapped back into focus and snatched a stack of papers from a nearby desk, reading through them quickly. “Double shit.”

Alucard stopped thrusting at that utterance. “The last time you said ‘double shit’ was when sunbutt nearly caught you drinking blood from one of my meals. What’s gone wrong?” He looked over her shoulder with a small frown. “Aren’t those the calculations for Sweetie Belle’s contraceptive spell? The twelve hour spermicide?”

Twilight groaned in frustration, “Oh gods, I was wrong! That spell isn’t a twelve hour spermicide! It’s an eight hour spermicide! And knowing Sweetie Belle, she applied it to Blueblood…. eight and a half hours ago.” She dropped her face into her hands, “I sincerely hope that Blueblood and Rarity aren’t fucking right now.”

“My vampire hearing has to dash that hope, Twilight,” Alucard muttered. “They’re having sex at this very moment, and if I heard correctly, he has been cumming inside her.” He couldn’t resist chuckling. “Guess Elusive is going to be a big brother. At least Blueblood is someone that I don’t feel the constant urge to kill now, so things might work out between them.”

“Boy is Rarity going to be pissed when she hears the news,” Twilight frowned, then shrugged and went back to her calculations. “At least Blueblood’s a decent enough person now. Not at all like the asshole he was before, is he.”

“Very true,” Alucard agreed as he started thrusting up into Twilight again, going harder to make up for his pause in movement. “So… How are we gonna break the news to her?”

“Well… I have an idea….”

“I… I’m what?!” Rarity asked with a shocked expression on her face as she stared at the stone faced Maud.

“You’re pregnant,” Maud said in the same deadpan tone as always. “I can sense the life aura inside you.”

Rarity slowly breathed before sucking in a deep breath. Seconds later, she let loose one of her famous melodramatic screams.

Blueblood rushed down to the door, clad in barely more than his pants and a bathrobe, a worried expression on his face. “Rarity!? Are you alright!? I heard screaming!”

Rarity rounded on Blueblood the moment she heard his voice. “You!” She snarled as she slammed him into the wall, her hands locked around his throat as she choked him. “You got me pregnant again!”

Blueblood gasped for breath, clawing at Rarity’s hands even as his mind processed her statement. As soon as it fully registered, a look of inarticulate horror spread across his face and he went limp, his body mass dragging him to the ground. His face paled dramatically, “Oh gods above, what have I done…”

“Twilight says that the duration of the spermicide spell was miscalculated by four hours,” Maud explained as she pried Rarity off of Blueblood. “So really it was an accident.”

Blueblood sputtered both indignantly and for breath, rubbing at his throat as he climbed to his feet. “H-how do you miscalculate the duration of a contraceptive spell by four hours!?” he shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

“I don’t know. I’m not an expert on Aetherial magic. Just my own earth magic,” Maud said. “If you want a detailed explanation, I suggest asking Twilight. I’m just a geologist.” She looked between the two of them. “You were giving a relationship another chance. Maybe this is a good omen?”

“W-well, I suppose that it could be a fresh start for the both of us,” Rarity murmured pensively, tapping her chin in thought. She looked over Blueblood with a critical eye, mentally going over her choices. “Oh what the hell, it’s not like he’s a terrible person anymore.”

Blueblood looked at Rarity when she said that, eyes filled mostly with surprise. “Rarity, do you mean what I think you mean?” Was she really suggesting it?

Rarity sighed and rolled her eyes, “Yes, Blueblood, I mean what you think you mean. I’m willing to try a relationship between the two of us.” She patted him on the shoulder, sashaying back inside. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for the day. I suggest you do so as well.”

Blueblood smiled as he watched her go before standing up and dusting himself off. “Well then. I guess we just have to worry about breaking the news to… a walking undead weapon of mass destruction that sometimes has the maturity level of the six year old that he is…” His face suddenly filled with dread.

“Wait wait wait, back up a minute…” Spike sputtered, shrunk down to his usual size in order to still be able to sleep indoors. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, strange dreams having plagued his mind last night. “What exactly did you just say? I didn’t quite hear that.”

Rarity awkwardly cleared her throat. “Blueblood and I are giving a relationship a serious shot, and…” She hesitated in that moment but steeled herself. This needed to be done. “I’m once again pregnant by him, Spike. Elusive is going to be a big brother.”

“.... I thought that was what you said…” Spike muttered, wiping a claw down his face and sighing. “Hold on, just… just gimme a minute here…” He turned away, plodding down the road towards the edge of town, head hung low.

Alucard watched Spike walk off in silence and looked at Twilight. “Think he’s going to be okay, my countess? I mean, he’s just found out that the woman he’s been crushing on for so long is now out of his reach.”

Twilight frowned, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know, to be honest. Although he has the intelligence and mind of an adult most of the time, there are moments when his nature as a barely six year old dracolich shows through. It’s rather hit and miss and shows up at the most random mo-”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Spike’s adult form roared at the sky, wings flared dramatically and fists held high. The despairing roar echoed from the woods outside of Ponyville all the way to Canterlot.

Schrodinger gave Spike a sympathetic look even as he covered his ears and looked into empty air. “Vell… He’s certainly a dramatic fellow, isn’t he? Oh vell. He von’t be despairing for many chapters. Hopefully.” He looked to his right. “Pinkie. Perhaps it vould be a good idea to make him zhose heartbreak cupcakes your grandmozher had a recipe for, nein?”

“Yup!” Pinkie cheered, then blinked, “Aww, but making those is always a sad time…”

“Ve can balance it vith Rarity’s baby shower,” Schrodinger pointed out before looking at the camera and closing his eyes as he smiled. “See you next time, dear readers.” He raised his hand in a wave. “Auf wiedersehen!”

“Bye bye~!”