Pink Repercussions

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Random, Prince Blueblood, Pinkie Pie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 4944

A long forgotten Unicorn Princess had sent a letter, not collecting dust in his correspondence pile. Only now, the Princess had already arrived at the gate. If only he could have remembered this particular pink mare.

An urgent message had just reached Prince Blueblood, telling him of the newly arrived princess, who had been escorted to his chambers.

The mare had sent him a mail, if it was a week or two ago. She had kindly presented herself as a princess and explained that she desired to see him.

Had it been that long? Of course the good Prince had forgotten all about it. Yet, now she is in his private chambers, and she brought a friend.

What catastrophe was the friend? There is bound to be hilarity and, and, and..

Published 2015-09-02 03:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-22 11:43:21 UTC

Repercussions: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Repercussions: 1

Setting Prince Blueblood up with the invitation had been fun. Not just because he went for it, but the effects he was sure to experience right now.

He was never the stallion that Princess Celestia had been most fond of, but talking her into having him over had still not been too hard. In the end, she had still had a good laugh at the expense of this episode.

I had served him the treat he had been looking forwards to. He had enjoyed it, even if he had not realised what it was at the time. I know he would be the wiser to the effects, even if there is a good chance he had not explored it fully just yet.

I had invited another friend over. A mare known as Surprise, commonly known as a white Pegasus. She had laughed pretty hard as I explained the situation. I can’t blame her, it had been hilarious.

Planning this had been fun and what he would have expected to be well beyond my capabilities. If only he had known. Yet, Surprise knew me better than that, and far better than he could possibly know any mare in his situation. The restriction of power and position can be one menace to deal with to a stallion.

Naturally, I had planned the next step, even before Surprise arrived at my home. I am already wearing the suit I had crafted, not quite the high fashion Rarity enjoys, but it sure is effective.

The first sign of the suit is what had to be there, and what had to be seen by him and by all; the Unicorn horn. Without it, I would never have a chance to enter his castle, let alone see him in person.

For that one brief moment, my body carry that glistering of the shiny rubber my suit had been created out of. Only then, it coalesced into the look of a regular, yet Royal mare I had intended to pose as. Now, even this preparation would have failed, had I not known my Princesses by heart. Memory eternal, I can never forget, even if I can turn my eyes and focus as I pleases; with is why I look like the unfocused airhead some may seem me as, as I laugh away.

Now, here is the trick, to invent a second, my friend. Surprise is to come with me on this one event. I had it all prepared. Giving her a suit, identical to my very own, aside from the one detail, she is to carry her own persona, her mark and her self. I can’t have her as a copy of me, myself. I had pulled that trick once, once too many. Even if I knew my Prince knows nothing of it.

Upon taking the persona on, I have to forgo all the antics of my true self. I guess it could be a challenge, but once in there, I can openly channel magic in the arcane ways of Unicorns. Maybe the bigger struggle is not to overdo it? No mere Unicorn can ever know the challenge of this type.

Maybe my friend Surprise had a hint as a Pegasus, she had to make the same sacrifice. She has to leave her wings behind for the duration. Never having the comfort of physical wings on her back.

The one thing that can at least in part compensate is the power to teleport us to where I had intended to go. Placing the two of us just out of sight of the castle, out of sight of the Ponies who could respond. Now, with the two of us in the city, in trotting distance to his palace, his castle, we move up, and approach his home. Arriving at the expected hour.

Knowing magic is linked to the person and the colour of her eyes, it is good that he never did see all that much of me, on the occasion we did meet. Being an earth type Pony by birth, it would still be a challenge to recognise me by this small detail, as insignificant as it may seem.

There are numerous blue eyes Unicorns throughout Equestria, and even in Canterlot. The chosen design made the two of us as a bright white, only off to a highlight. I am a hint towards blue, while Surprise is hinting towards purple. Small detail, insignificant detail, but just enough to set the two of us apart.

The horn just slightly more than the average, but enough to look Regal. My horn has the common spiral. Just as it has the pointy look of an adult mare Unicorn.

I like the bright glow of my horn. This is something a mare like me could get used to. Yet, to leave my antics behind will keep me grounded enough to turn back as I go home. Rest assured, I can never give up on who I am. How could I?

The guard had been frosty, but helpful enough. I know guards, so it is no surprise to me. Surprise merely following me a step behind. I had made sure to include her in the letter and had her cleared.

I fall in step behind the guard, slowly trotting calmly and self assured. Calm is something I can produce on the drop of a hat, thankfully. On the other hoof, I can be just as much of a drama queen as Rarity, when I am in the mood or the moment is calling for it, my friends know this. At least, my closer once in Ponyville do.

Having and making friends is natural to me, even if I have managed to fail on the few occasions. I can confess my failures here. Failing on the few occasions, when I have more friends than any Pony currently alive is no shame. At least, it shouldn’t be.

“Right this way, Prince Blueblood will be with the two of you at his earliest convenience!” the guard stated, as he recognised the two of us by the gate.

“Thank you. We will be right behind you!” I pronounced in the best impression of a Royal Princess.

The guard merely nodded and trotted along the halls to the promised hall. Surprise never said a word, it was never expected.

The guard stops.

“This is it!” the guard pointed out.

“Would you care for a cup of tea, my Dear Ladies?” a servant inquired a moment later, just as the guard had left the hall.

Up Close with a Prince: 2

Author's Note

Prince Blueblood's POV

Up Close with a Prince: 2

Apparently, a young and seemingly attractive Unicorn mare had sent me a letter. How was I to react, she did sound really interesting. Besides, she even had a friend she was offering to introduce to me.

In the end, I had offered her to come over for a visit and see where things went from there. In a diplomatic manner, I had promised nothing. Just asked her to come over for that one visit. Naturally, I had checked her up by my usual sources. Nothing fishy came up.

I had word from my guards that the two mares had arrived. They are currently waiting in the hall with a cup of tea. With some time on my hooves, I chose to see the two.

At a first glance, their brilliant white coats and long sharp horns gave me the impression that they would be sharp. As I could see the lively, infectious eyes smiling, I felt they would be rather hot. These are not the common sucking up for accessorizing mares I had seen before.

I could clearly feel an enthusiastic air of youth over the both of them. They were also engrossed in the tea they were enjoying sharing while they were waiting. Patience.

As a fully grown adult stallion, I don’t need a guard to escort and guide me through my very own castle. I am educated, I know the etiquette involved. I certainly do practice it every minute of every day.

Approaching a mare is delicate. I don’t want to disturb them or upset them, barging in on them, even if they were actually waiting for me, this time.

Moving quiet is the first key, so I follow the mat along the middle of the hall towards the table. Only then, I will have to move the last part on the smooth floor. I stop just at the edge of the mat, looking, listening, searching for that convenient instant to insert myself in their communion.

“Greetings, Ladies!” I greeted the two.

“Greetings, Prince Blueblood!” Pinkie responded.

“Greetings, Prince Blueblood!” surprise echoed her own greetings.

“It is a special pleasure to see a pair of white Princesses!” I then complimented them.

“Thank you, good Prince. Exquisite tea!” Pinkie responded.

“It is a pleasure to be here at your castle and see you too, Blueblood!” Surprise complimented.

“Why, thank you my dear Lady. I pride myself of having only the best!” I responded.

“Maybe it would be more comfortable in my private chambers?” I offered.

“Certainly!” Pinkie responded.

First now I got the first glimpse of their marks. Three glimmering four edged stars. One is yellow and two is blue, while the other has three deep purple once on her flank.

A momentary glimmer on their horns as they shoved their respective chairs in under the able in perfect formation and in unison. The control, the precision, flawless from what I could see.

“I take it you remember the letter I sent you a while back!” Pinkie hinted, while not really giving anything away.

“Yes, but of course. How could I forget a letter from a fellow Prince or Princess? There are not all that many of us in Equestria. I take it, you know the pain of all these Ponies who are merely interested in us as Accessories. As if that is all we are, and we have all the time in the world to squander on them in person?” I put forth in response.

“As if they could ever be our equals?” Surprise responded, as on cue.

“They don’t know organisation and style. It doesn’t pay a farmers bills, so what could one expect?” Pinkie responded.

“I may be all for equals, but where are they?” I moaned.

“I notice that you are uncharacteristically relaxed today!” Pinkie pointed out, ever as observant as she could be.

“Princess Celestia had the kind grace to invite me over and treated me to a visit to her Royal SPA. The only problem is that it made me realise, just how woefully inadequate my very own SPA is!” I responded.

“She obviously has had the time to plan ahead and find Ponies capable of taking care of the physical irks of a Royal stress!” Surprise suggested.

“Given a full millenia to hang around, I guess isn’t all that hard?” I put forth.

They both nodded in agreement on that note. If only I had known the angle of the original remark, or who had been giving me that treat. Yet, even with that one irk of the effect her hooficure left me with, I still could not regret it, or complain to her, or the servant.

“I certainly could use a visit to her SPA right now!” Pinkie pointed out in no uncertain terms, winking at Surprise.

“If we had been Alicorns, we would have had the luxury to have a SPA in that class on our own!” Surprise suggested.

“I noticed the hooficure she afforded you, looks delightful. I hope it felt just as good as I imagine!” Pinkie added.

“It did. Only now I have to tread carefully. Not to squeak too loudly, or getting too excited!” I admitted with a blush.

“Squeaking in public is no Decorum!” Surprise teased delicately.

“Oh, that treat? It looks great, but you may consider acquiring a new set of boots to wear indoors. You do know both Princess Celestia and her sister Princess Luna does wear boots indoors, right?” Pinkie pointed out generously.

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind teasing you, until you scream!” Surprise offered.

“When you put it that way, I guess I should wear boots too. You would?” I responded.

“On the other hoof, I think I would acquire a set of boots for myself, first thing when I get back home!” Surprise indicated with a delightful smile on her muzzle.

You know, squeaking in private is actually quite hot, if you ask me!” Pinkie pointed out with an excited grin.

“Just hard enough to find a real Prince to do it with as it is, without considering these delightful little things!” Surprise added playfully as an intended tease, winking at me.

A Royal Overnight Duo: 3

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.

Bedside: 4

Author's Note

Prince Blueblood's POV

Bedside: 4

”It pleases me immensely to have a mare worthy of my presence with me to my bed. I have far too many mares around me with no care for my person, but only my position!” I added as I approached the bed.

“The curse of status. I have had my fill of it!” she responded, as if on cue.

“I don’t enjoy being mean or unapproachable. Yet; if the mare has no interest in me, then why do I bother being nice?” I continued.

“That is exactly how I feel too. I enjoy being nice; when in the company of a stallion, who can fully appreciate me; like you my dear Prince!” she responded.

“There was never all that many of us Royal Unicorns in the first place, now all new Royals are Alicorns!” I pondered quietly.

“Then I hope we can still live out our night in blissful joy together; just the two of us here together. Even if there are responsibilities we may have to attend to in the morning!” she teased.

“Sounds reasonable. Leave the responsibilities to tomorrow and have the night to ourselves; I can certainly live with that. Maybe I can even be a better Prince by tomorrow, with a loving and understanding Princess by my side!” I responded.

“Now, once we have the bed for ourselves the entire night. What is the best way to warm a mare at this late hour?” I inquired with a sly grin.

“Since you ask, I just so happen to have a few ideas!” she responded, picking up on the cue.

If only I had picked up on her actual intents; but this far she is quite enjoyable in bed, just as she had been by the tea table earlier in the day. From what I had seen, she certainly is a special Unicorn. Not like the commoners and common Unicorn mares I had seen splattered all over the place.

“Please, let me hear? Maybe I could help you feel at ease!” I coaxed her to go on.

“Aside from the obvious!” she then added, before kissing me.

Not the cold on the cheek, or the overheated direct. Just as it had never been the slobbering doglike manner some young commoners had starting to pick up on. Yet; there is both fire and passion in the kiss, I had never been prepared for.

“You truly are something else, my dear Princess. I guess that is considered obvious, when you put it like this. Not that it isn’t enjoyable!” I put forth, bluntly to the point.

Maybe my experience with true Princesses is a bit thin; but I feel as if she knew me much deeper and intimately, than I could have expected. It isn’t just that she knew Princes.

Of course, she feels so just right to me. Not as if she was an actress, as good at the play as she may have been. It isn’t a rehearsed play in any way. At least, it is how it feels like, to me.

To me, she is the Princess; all she does is natural, the way she talks, the way her lips feels. How she is in bed by my side; there is a Princess, true and through. I can’t argue against it, or her.

“I will have to leave you for my duties soon, but at least; now I have a Prince I can share with. I know your duties are just as harsh and unforgiving as my own, but I think there is one thing we could take with us from this moment!” she proposed.

“The duties of a Prince are no foals play, but you would know all about that. Let us have this moment together. Since we share so much; I feel as if I can share more with you, then I could with any other Princess!” I responded.

“I think I know what you mean, there. On that note; I need an air, a Pony who can take over when I grow too old to manage all the duties and responsibilities. I feel you are both willing and able to be the Pony to help me!” she proposed, giving a slight hint of a blush as she spoke the words.

“We are sharing my bed, what you propose would clearly be within the realm of this. I feel secure with you, and this just may be the best chance we will ever have in your pursuit!” I conceded.

“The curse of nobility, right there; we always have to think of our subjects, the citizens of our land before ourselves. As inconvenient as it may be, but it is the lot in life were were given; if only they appreciated it!” she pointed out.

“Let us cease this one opportunity, in hopes you can have your air!” I responded.

“Since it can be enjoyable for us in the process, this moment will be doubly blessed in our favour!” she prompted; now blushing even more, even if it is still barely visible on her cheeks.

I still remember the warmth, the kisses and the exciting joy of the day before. If I could only hope for another night, just like it; but this isn’t in the signs of a noble Prince.

I gave her a warm kiss as she opened her eyes, and she fondly returned it with interest.

“Good morning, my dear Prince!” she then added, with a hint of afterglow on her voice.

“Good morning, my dear Princess!” I responded.

“That was wondrous, my dear Prince. I just wish we could have another night, just like it!” she declared.

“Wondrous, that it was indeed. Maybe the stars will permit us a second chance? At least, there is a chance that you are carrying your heir home with you!” I submitted.

“Our union is truly a fortunate one, we have so much in common. In a year, we will know!” she conceded, with a warm sigh.

“That blissful moment took out more that I had expected out of me, I am famished. I think it is time we get dressed and make our appearance in the dining room!” I suggested.

“A truly blissful moment, granted. That breakfast certainly would be just right, at this time!” she acknowledged.

After slipping into the proper noble attire, we made haste to the dining room. Only slow and observing a measured gait in obedience to position. It can never be excused to gallop to the dining room; not for a high noble as a prince, or Princess. Haste is what you expect out of peasants, not nobles.