Author's Note

Surprise's POV

A Royal Overnight Duo: 3

”I will withdraw for the night. I need my sleep!” Pinkie declared as she trotted off in a dignified Royal trot towards her temporary chambers.

“Suits me. Would you join me in bed, or would you share a cup of tea with me first?” he inquired.

“Let us start slow; that cup of tea would be just right, at this time!” I agreed willingly.

As a Unicorn, I would manage the cup with magic, levitating it from the table and up to my muzzle. For some reason, the thought alone is amusing and the smile soon found its way to my lips, then spread out over my muzzle and beyond.

“You are looking forwards to sharing a cup of tea with me, I see!” he responded.

“Oh; yes, I certainly am looking forwards to it. I don’t have the fortune to send much time with any Pony of Royal line, let alone an actual Prince!” I slowly suggested with a sly voice, feeling the smile slowly spread further and grow even deeper.

A servant came with the tea, placing the entire set on the table and filled up our respective cups. All the assorted accessories lie on the table in a neatly managed pattern according to tradition. The Unicorn stallion certainly does know how to serve a Prince his tea.

“I will call for you, if I need anything, you can go for now!” the Prince responded and the servant left us.

“The scent is lovely!” I spoke, just before I lift my cup to my lips, slowly sipping just enough to judge the content.

“As a matter of fact, this particular tea came with a delivery just the other day. I particularly love to share it with a lovely Princess, such as yourself. It isn’t every day one can actually share something with a Pony who knows to appreciate it to the fullest!” he explained.

“I know. Seasoning tea, without aging it is such a delicate process. Most Ponies doesn’t have an inkling, not even the common Unicorn!” I responded.

“Which is sad, but what could you expect from a commoner?” he moaned in agitation.

“That was exquisite. Maybe we could explore further?” I suggested in a sly tone, hinting towards the room with his bed.

“Further sounds like fun!” he responded, before he realised what I had in mind and how I had intended to get him there.

“Fun is to explore the possibilities!” I responded as my horn lit up in preparation of the spell I had in mind.

“Finally a mare whom I can enjoy playing around with, in the bed chamber!” he offered as he felt his hind hooves float up into the air before they hit the smooth floor with a solid squeak.

“That is exactly what I had hoped you were to offer me, and right about now is the ideal time to do it!” I put forth, in a sly grin and hinted towards where I intended to go.

First I made the mat slip in under his hooves and made it slide back and forth.

“That feels so..” he responded as he realized where I was pushing him, by teasing the soft, sensitive patch under his fore hooves.

“Good? I guess the hooficure did you more good than you had dared to hope, did it?” I teased as I looked into his eyes.

Of course I can’t see him blushing, Even if I was fairly certain of him doing it, it was never really visible, even without the coat of white fur covering his face, even as short as his fur is over his face. Yet, what betrayed him is the expression on his face and the quickening of his breath.

“Ye-, ye-ye-yes!” he merely stammered not quite there to pronounce the word just right.

“That does it. Now I know you enjoy it!” I responded, teasing him as I continued to make the mat slide back and forth, only to make the movement slower and into more intricate patterns, which in turn pushed him further.

Of course, this could be very embarrassing on his part if he knew who I really am, or if it came out to the general population, particularly his subjects. Not that I had any plans of letting on that part. Why? I have too much fun.

There was no point in asking him anything right now. It isn’t as if he was to say anything tangible. I wasn’t here to hear him speak, even if it could be enjoyable to maintain a conversation with him, while we had a cup of tea. Not just for the tea, mind you. He can be a nice stallion, when he has the right Ponies close by.

Right now, he does think I am one of the rare Unicorn Princesses, one of the mares on his very own level around here. So long as it is what he is seeing, I can enjoy the day with him. I can do anything and everything with him, so long as he is agreeing to partake in the particular activity. Apparently he does enjoy my company.

I had decided on making this the moment I was to have my fun with him. So long as nothing leaks out to the general public, or he learns of my true identity, I can go on. I will not leak anything, or let him know.

Once I had managed to tease him into the mood and made him as excited as I needed him to be, it is time to move on to the next step and have more fun with him. He isn’t liable to protest or speak up against me or what I had in mind right now.

“I take it you are willing and able!” I whispered in his right ear.

A soft and excited moan escaped his lips as I pronounced my intents to him. With that, I move on to have fun and seduce him. Well, why not? I know he is enjoying it, and me doing it. Maybe he would not confess tomorrow, but that is another day. If it came to that, I am another Pony in a very different place with friends surrounding me. Ponies who doesn’t know of this me, or what I am currently doing. Mainly because I am not going to let on by as much as a single little hint.

“I want to hear you stomp your right hind hoof!” I incited in a cooing voice seductively, letting on how exciting I found the expected squeak the hoof would make as it hit the smooth and firmly adamant floor under his hooves.

I literally purred like a cat in excitement from the squeak, and pushed his left hoof into position.

“Maybe you could stomp your left hind hoof too?” I continued, only for him to eagerly do what I had suggested for him to do before he could have thought about the consequences.

Now I picked up his right fore-hoof and licked it seductively for several minutes, only to be rewarded with an excited moan from him in reaction.

I repeated the process with the left hoof, more for good measure than anything else. I knew how he was to react on it and found it enticing at the time. I carefully placed the respective hoof down quietly onto the mat I had made sure to be before him. Spreading sensations was giving it greater importance to him. I liked to see the reaction as he closed his eyes.

After his fore-hooves had been placed onto the mat, I moved around him in order to find the spot from which to reach him, before teasing him all over. As a Unicorn, I could use magic to place an exciting field on the lower region all around the target. I could see him emerge slowly in reaction to stimuli applied.

Only once his bro was out in its full size and fully erected, as hard as it would go would I move in. Now I carefully placed my lips on the tip, kissing him gently. I gave in to the temptation of the game. It is actually quite exciting to have a stallion all by myself, like this. If he is reciprocating the feelings; that would only make it all the more alluring and exciting to me.

Hooves on the floor, not going anywhere and all in the open, even if this still is his private chambers. Just for the joy of it, I slip in under him. Maybe I just couldn’t resist. Either way, I soon found him sliding in, just as expected. With his head all soaking wet after my attention and myself excited by him and his presence, there was no out. I want all of him, and all to myself. There is no Pony here to stop or question me, while he is enjoying being the Prince.

I could feel him over my back, his forelegs around my belly, holding on as I move my rear end back and forth, just enough to teas him to where I wanted him. The obvious occurred and he left the precious load, just as expected and where I wanted it.

As much as he may have tried to move his hind legs and get anywhere, he apparently had failed. I helped him out, just after I had slipped out from under him. No point in making it worse on him, or leaving any clues to any other Ponies, of his staff or otherwise.

“You are quite the stallion, Prince!” I teased him as we moved towards the large bed. Of course he was bound to have a large bed. Position tends to leave these marks in your home, and he certainly could afford it, too. I can’t blame him or oppose the situation. Not now; since the large bed easily does hold two Ponies, or Unicorns.