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Blueblood stared at the town forlornly from the car of his train. There wasn’t a single paved road in the place. The budget the princess had allotted him was barely enough to afford proper lodging, let alone a carriage.

To make things worse, he had forgotten to pack his boots. All he had brought along was a set of his fanciest horseshoes, and he couldn’t decide if getting them dirty was better or worse than getting his hooves dirty.

He eventually settled on keeping his hooves clean, and put on the quartet of silver lined shoes, along with a quartet of white socks, just to be safe. He then grabbed his carry-on case and headed out into the dirt.

He was pleased to exit the train onto a wooden platform to start. What pleased him less was that the sheriff’s station appeared to be on the other side of town, and the closest thing to a road was a roughly worn path in the ground.

He slowly reached out his hoof to prod the ground, as one might when testing the water in a swimming pool, and almost fell off the platform when somepony appeared from seemingly nowhere and threw a leg around his neck.

In fact, he did indeed fall over, but thanks to some last moment maneuvering he managed to keep himself on the, at least slightly less dirty, wooden platform. His shriek elicited a chuckle from the pony that had frightened him. The pony in question was a yellow stallion in a leather cowpony hat and matching vest.

Once his laugh was finished, the stallion extended a hoof to help Blueblood up. The prince managed to get to a stand himself, but did extend his own hoof for a friendly shake.

“Sorry ‘bout that partner,” the yellow stallion said with a smile as he shook vigorously Blueblood’s hoof, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Just welcoming you to.....APPLELOOSA!” On the last word the strange pony leapt up and screamed, eliciting another shriek and tumble from the white stallion. Once more, he barely managed to remain on the platform.

The cowpony chuckled again and lifted Blueblood to his hooves. “You’re awful jumpy you know that?”

Blueblood levitated a brush out of his saddlebag and began brushing the dirt out of his coat. “Why, may I ask, are you bothering me?” he questioned the noisy colt.

“You’re the map maker right?”

“Cartographer,” Blueblood said dismissively. He was continuing to not look at the yellow pony. Instead he was focused on building up the courage to step off of the pier.

“That’s a yes right?” The stallion once again threw his foreleg around Blueblood. This time the prince was annoyed, but not surprised. What did surprise him was the speed and strength with which the pony pulled him towards the sheriff’s office.

Blueblood gaped in horror at his now ruined shoes, too stunned to berate the colt that had scuffed them. He barely managed to get out an angry “You...” before an inebriate was thrown at his feet and he almost fell over yet again. Luckily, this time the cowpony, who had moments ago cost him a good night’s sleep, managed to catch him and save him from what probably would have been a complete breakdown.

Blueblood stared at the salty pony for a moment before glancing up towards where he’d been thrown from. In the doorway a tan pony in a blue uniform and cowpony hat was dusting himself off. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, “C’mon in. Don’t mind Salty he’ll be there for a while.”

The stallion gestured for the pair to come inside and walked back into the building. Blueblood walked around the unconscious stallion in front of him and towards the sheriff’s office. The sheriff took a seat behind a desk when he walked in. He politely took a seat on the opposite side, and the pony that brought him here took a seat beside him.

“I see you’ve already met Braeburn,” the sheriff said with a smile. He extended his hoof kindly and Blueblood shook it politely. “I’m Sheriff Silverstar. Pleasure to meet ya’.”

“Charmed.”

Silverstar nodded and retracted his hoof. “You’re here to map the place right?” Blueblood nodded and the sheriff responded in kind. “Alright then. Braeburn here will show you ‘round,” he said as he pointed to the yellow cowpony beside the prince. “He’s also been kind enough to let you stay with him for the duration of your stay.”

Blueblood took a lingering look at the stallion. Some may have called it a glare, but were you to ask him he would have told you he was merely judging his cleanliness. After a few moments he turned back to the sheriff. “I brought money to pay for a hotel.”

After staring confusedly at the unicorn for a moment the sheriff let out a hearty laugh. “Did you happen to see a hotel on your way here Braeburn?” He asked the yellow cowpony jokingly.

Braeburn, seemingly unaware of the joke, shook his head and answered, “Can’t say I did sir,” before slapping the prince on the back. “Don’t worry,” he said, “You’re not being a bother or anything.”

Blueblood simply nodded. “I’ll give it a look over when I get there before I decide otherwise.” With that Blueblood lifted himself to a stand and headed for the door. “Let’s get going. I would like to wash some of this dirt off of me before I start with work.”

Braeburn followed him out and once again threw his hoof around him. “Now don’t be silly,” he said, ”You just got into town. You should get settled in before we start workin’ ya’.”

“I’d prefer to spend as little time out here as possible,” the unicorn responded, “I do not intend to ‘settle in.’”

“No need to be so grouchy.” Braeburn’s smile was unflinching even as he insulted the prince. “But if you insist we can skip the tour and head straight to the house.”

******

“Here we are. Home sweet home,” Braeburn shouted excitedly as the dust cloud cleared.

Blueblood paid him no attention however as he was still busy thinking about the way they had traveled here. Admittedly it hadn’t been a long journey, but the cowpony beside him had just literally pushed him through no less than twenty yards of dirt! Now not only was his beautiful white coat a filthy shade of off-white, but any hope to save both his shoes and his socks had flown right out the window.

He wanted to scream, but the best he could manage was to hang his mouth open and twitch his eye.

Braeburn either didn’t see the prince or simply paid him no attention as he walked up the porch stairs and into his home. “I’ll get that bath runnin’ for ya,” he shouted back after opening the door,” I wasn’t sure if you’d ate yet either, so there’s a meal in the kitchen.” With that he headed inside and shut the door, leaving Blueblood behind to collect himself.

The cowpony’s promise of a bath was enough for the unicorn. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked through the door, reinvigorated by the thoughts of a nice relaxing cleaning.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the building was actually quite clean. It was hardly a five star hotel, but, considering the budget he was sure his host had to keep to, he was actually impressed. Admittedly the furniture was sparse and in various states of disrepair, but it was clearly due to use rather than neglect. Were it not for the fact that it was in the third filthiest area he could think of, this place might have made a nice summer home.

The kitchen was easy to locate thanks to the smell wafting from it; apple pie if Blueblood were to hazard a guess. Upon wandering in he did indeed find an apple pie. He also found a pair of grilled portabello mushrooms on bread and a nice fruit salad. It wasn’t exactly fine dining, but he had to appreciate the gesture. Much as the stallion annoyed him, he did know a thing or two about hospitality.

Blueblood took a seat and levitated one of the ‘burgers’ to his mouth and took a bite. He had to admit he enjoyed this form of, for lack of a better word, cuisine every once in a while, but only as long as he wasn’t seen eating it.

He had managed to finish his burger and a slice of the pie by the time Braeburn returned. “Glad to see ya’ liked the food,” the cowpony said from the kitchen doorway, “I was a bit worried somepony from Canterlot might find it too simple.”

“It was fine,” Blueblood said while dabbing the pie-filling away with a napkin. It was better than fine, but he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone short of a princess. “Is the bath ready?”

Braeburn nodded and moved in to pick up his guest’s dishes. “Tub’s filled and towels are on the sink. Anything else ya’ might need should be in the medicine cabinet.”

“Thank you, but I brought my own supplies.” Blueblood gave the stallion a polite smile and turned to head upstairs, along with his saddlebags.

“First door on your left,” Braeburn yelled after him before taking a seat to finish his own meal.

*****

The bath was just as invigorating as Blueblood had hoped. He could practically feel the dirt melt away from him as he removed his clothing and lowered himself into the warm water. He probably spent just under half an hour simply scrubbing the filth from him and enjoying its warmth.

Finally, once he was sure he was spotless, he left the tub, and ended his ritual with the standard wave goodbye as the dirty water drained away. He would have dried off and ended it right there on most days, but today he found himself feeling particularly stressed, and a certain item he’d almost forgotten he’d pack reminded him of an easy way to relieve that stress.

*****

Braeburn always enjoyed doing the dishes. It gave him time to think, and having guests over was just more dishes and more time. At least that was what he liked to think. After all, a negative attitude was never productive.

Most of Braeburn’s thought’s today were occupied by the aforementioned guest. He had to admit that he liked the prince. Sure he was stuck up, but Braeburn had expected nothing less from a big city pony. Besides, he was sure that the prince had more to him than he was letting on. He had volunteered to map Appleloosa to start. That had to be a sign of some good. He was probably just adjusting to his new setting.

Of course, Braeburn had to admit that he wanted to like the prince. After all, it’d be a waste of something that handsome if it wasn’t pleasant company. As the cowpony considered this fact he found his mind wandering towards the guest once more; albeit in a slightly different way.

“Come to think of it, he has been in there a pretty long time.” Braeburn couldn’t help but smile as he pictured the prince in the tub; scrubbing himself. Perhaps he could be scrubbing himself in a few of his more…sensual places. Maybe he would even try using some sort of instrument?

Braeburn shook his head and laughed. “Now don’t be silly,” he told himself,” That guy’s scared to death of dirt. There’s no way he’d even consider doing that kind of thing in tub full of filthy water, if he’d do it at all anyway.”

He probably would’ve stopped right there after putting the last of his dishes on the rack, but that’s when he heard the water start running.

He paused for a moment to make sure he was hearing correctly. Then he calmly turned away from the counter and headed towards the staircase. “If he’s gonna take another bath, he could probably use fresh towels.”

*****

Once the tub was about halfway filled, Blueblood stepped in and laid down. The warm feeling was still pleasant, but he had something better planned for this particular bath.

Once he had gotten comfortable, he floated the toy over, and rested it on his hips. It was a simple toy; just a glass instrument expertly shaped to resemble the most important part of stallion anatomy, although it was admittedly larger than typical.

The prince moved it affectionately over his own genuine anatomy as the water rose. Once he found his waist was fully covered, he moved it slowly around to its proper place.

He started slow with only a slight penetration, but even that was enough to elicit a rather load moan from him. It had been far too long since he’d felt this.

*****

Braeburn stopped dead outside the door and dropped the towels. Evidently his guest was not aware of how thin the walls in this building were.

For a few moments he simply stared agape at the door that concealed his moaning guest. It didn’t squeak as far as he could remember. He could take a peek if he wanted.

The cowpony shook his head and sat against a nearby wall. “He’s a guest, Braeburn. It’s not hospitable.” As he spoke the moaning just seemed to grow louder. “Then again, a little peek won’t hurt anypony.”

Braeburn gave into his baser feelings and pushed the door open ever so slowly. He couldn’t see much past the face, but what little he could see did manage to arouse him further. The unicorn in the tub was clearly in ecstasy, and the moaning was even louder now that the door wasn’t in the way.

The most arousing aspect however was the prince’s horn. Braeburn could see his guests hoof moving in the fashion typical of masturbation, so he could only imagine what that horn was manipulating.

Braeburn bit his lip and slowly began to stroke his own cock as he watched the white stallion. He imagined that face made in response to his own motions, and of course he imagined what the horn could do with another pony involved.

Unfortunately for the cowpony, it wasn’t long before Blueblood finished. With an extra loud outburst bordering on screaming, the stallion let loose his seed in the bath. Only a little managed to shoot above the rim of the tub but it was more than clear the pony had climaxed.

Braeburn himself was pushed over the edge by his guest’s energetic scream at the end, and while the fear of being seen was now very present, he knew it was far too late to do anything but finish. Thankfully, he had a safe way too cover it up on hand. He bit his lip hard as his load shot onto the towel below him. The final shot he saw as he burst was that of the white stallion exiting the tub rear first.

*****

Blueblood hummed to himself as he drained the tub and dried himself off. One of the benefits of unicorn magic of course was the speed with which he was able to dry and get dressed while simultaneously cleaning his toy.

As he glanced in the mirror to make sure he was properly dressed up, he noticed from a nearby window that the sun was beginning to set. “I suppose my guide was right about me not getting any work done today,” he thought aloud,” Still it would be a shame to waste a this without showing it off. Perhaps a night on the town is in order.”

He shot himself a winning smile through the medium of reflective glass and packed all but the wet towels back into his saddlebags. “Braeburn,” he shouted as he walked out, completely unaware of the slightly ajar door,” I’m ready for that tour now, but I need a pair of thick boots. And they need to be black.”

As he wandered down the hallway to the stairs he happened upon the pony he was searching for at the top. He was holding what appeared to be a bundle of dirty towels. “Oh good,” the prince said as he levitated his own towel into his host’s hooves,” Clean those while you’re at it. I’ll be waiting downstairs when you’re done.”

*****

Braeburn was frozen as he watched the prince walk down the staircase. Somehow he had managed to get off scot free despite the tricky knob on his bedroom door clearly conspiring against him. After he was sure the stallion had moved, he let himself breathe again and opened his door. He needed to put the towels in the hamper. And, apparently, he also needed to find a set of black boots.

*****

Blueblood had managed to finish off another slice of pie by the time the cowpony returned with his boots. The boots in question were placed loudly on the table in front of him by the aforementioned cowpony, who was grinning ear to ear. “So, you wanted the tour?”

The unicorn glanced at the boots. They were clearly gardening wear, but they were well kept. They would do for now. At the very least it was better than risking further scuffing of his favorite shoes.

“Very well,” he said as he sat up,” Just don’t push me there. I can walk fine on my own.”

*****

Much to Blueblood’s chagrin it seemed that the night life in Appleloosa was more or less non-existent. While the walk had been nice and dirt cloud-free, the tour had been lackluster at best. His guide had told him that most of what happened in the town happened before dusk, but there was no activity anywhere but the local saloon by the time they’d arrived.

So, of course, that’s where the ended up.

Of course this did not satisfy the prince’s desire for a night on the town. Not only was the Salt Block filthy, it was incredibly boring. The guest list seemed to be entirely comprised of depressed ponies come only to dry their tears with the cheapest salt available. There wasn’t even any music playing, and the stage was completely empty.

“Not what you were hopin’ for huh?” Blueblood looked away from the stage and to the stallion that had just taken a seat across from him. “Sorry ‘bout that. There really isn’t much to do here at night ‘cept get nice and dry.” Braeburn chuckled as he slid the prince a bowl of salt.

Blueblood glanced at the bowl of plain crystals for a moment. He couldn’t even get a decent salt in this place. “This place is more boring than a gala evening,” he mumbled. At least at a gala he the ponies talked to one another.

He glanced around looking for some way to save his night. The bar contained a total of seven ponies (nine if he included himself and his guide), a crudely made wooden stage, and a piano.

“I suppose it will have to do,” he mumbled once more as he stared at the instrument.

Braeburn was greedily enjoying his salt when he was jolted up by the slam of a hoof on the table. He looked up to see the unicorn in front him staring at the stage with a determined look on his face. “Buy everyone a round of salt and juice. Then meet me on the stage.” With that the stallion walked off.

Braeburn’s eyes followed his guest to the piano and watched as he took dusted the bench in front of it. He then turned to see a small pile of bits planted on the table. “Shaker,” he shouted to the bartender,” A round for everyone on the prince.” This elicited a swarm of stares from everyone in the bar; first to Braeburn and then to the strange unicorn dusting the piano keys.

Blueblood had to admit he was disappointed. He hadn’t expected cheering or anything, but something other than bewilderment would have been nice.

Once he was satisfied that the keys were clean enough to touch, he took a seat and Braeburn approached him. “So what’s the plan here, slick?” the cowpony asked jokingly.

“Don’t call me slick to start,” Blueblood responded. It was meant as a joke, but the only indication of humor was the unicorn’s smile. “To continue, we need to get these ponies doing something, and, crude as it is, the best thing I could come up with was a square-dance. I assume you know how to call one?”

Braeburn nodded. “It’s been a while but I can. But I gotta say I didn’t expect a prince of all ponies to suggest it.”

Blueblood just shook his head and returned to the piano. “I didn’t come here to not be seen,” he said,” But I’m also not going to start shouting or dancing like a madman, so I think acting as.” In truth Blueblood was simply looking for something to watch. The less he was seen the better.

The bartender arrived with their order as Blueblood finished his speech, and the prince quickly took a good lick of salt. Being a little dry in a situation like this couldn’t hurt.

Braebrun smiled at the prince as he walked onto the stage. Maybe this fellow was less stuck up than he’d thought. “Alright everypony,” he shouted to the crowd that was still staring at the pair,” Our honored guest here is tired of all you sad sack ruinin’ his evening, so it’s time to cheer up and have some fun.”

As the pony spoke he noticed the bartender was quietly moving a few of the table out of the way. He found himself grinning from ear to ear in anticipation. When he looked over to his partner in crime he noticed a similar, if slightly more subdued, grin.

That was enough encouragement for him. He reared up on his hind hooves and shouted as loud as he could muster,” C’mon everypony, let’s show him an Appleloosan square dance!”

*****

The two left the bar an hour later to a cacophony of cheering. Blueblood had managed to get through two bowls of salt before his hooves stopped hitting the keys properly and somepony else had to take over. After that he just wanted to get out of the limelight before somepony demanded he join in a round.

Braeburn had accompanied him mostly as a matter of principal. It was his job to watch over the unicorn after all. Then again, he wasn’t complaining about walking Blueblood home. “I gotta say, I didn’t think a city pony like you would know how to work square-dance so well.”

Blueblood laughed in response. “You think I didn’t do some research before I came here? Besides who’s to say a prince can’t enjoy a good wild west dance?”

It was Braeburn’s turn to laugh now. The prince had become a bit more open after drying out a bit. “And here I was thinking you didn’t like this town.”

“I don’t like the dirt,” the prince responded playfully. ”This would be a nice place to live if they paved all of that away and took care of their saloons.”

Braeburn nodded and threw a leg around the unicorn. “Well what’d you expect when you signed up for this? You can’t expect someplace that ain’t even on a map to be like Manehattan.”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me start on Manehattan.” Blueblood sighed. “But I don’t really know what I was expecting to be honest with you. None of the books I read really focused on the dirt. It was all down-home cooking, exotic parties, and handsome cowponies.”

Braeburn blushed a bit as the prince spoke. Either he wasn’t aware of what he’d just said or he just didn’t care. “Well then I guess it’s not a complete waste, even if you did have to trudge through a bit of dirt.”

Blueblood nodded and rested his head against his host. “I suppose your right.”

The two arrived back at Braeburn’s home in a short time. “So where will I be sleeping tonight,” Blueblood asked as he entered the house and took the now filthy boots off.

The cowpony walked right past him and opened a nearby cupboard. “You’ll be staying in my room,” he said, eliciting a smile from the prince.

“Well I must say I didn’t expect you to be so demanding,” the prince said flirtatiously,” but if you insist.” With that he chuckled and hopped off of the couch. Then, saddlebags still in tow, he headed up the stairs.

Braeburn quietly slid the spare blankets back into the closet and followed him.

*****

Braeburn entered the room to see the prince eagerly awaiting him on the bed. A pale blue light surrounded both his horn and what appeared to be a tube of glass shaped like a cock. Meanwhile the unicorn’s hooves were rubbing it sensually. Braeburn took note of the nearby bottle on the floor.

“Take a seat, Braeburn,” Blueblood said without removing his eyes from his work. Braeburn complied and took a seat next to the stallion. He also began to gently rub the prince’s hip, but Blueblood calmly pushed his hoof aside before the cowpony reached his erection.

“I’d prefer to start a little differently if you don’t mind,” he said, turning to his partner with a devilish grin,” Just lie down and let me do all the work.” Braeburn complied once more and found himself on his back. He had forgotten his hat until just now when it had fallen back and he felt himself resting on it.

In another moment he found himself looking up at the prince, who he noted had not forgotten to disrobe. “So what’s the plan here?” he asked. The stallion above him just smiled, and responded with a passionate kiss.

Braeburn was nothing if not appreciative and responded by grabbing Blueblood by the neck and pulling him closer. He savored the salty taste on the unicorn’s tongue as it explored his mouth. Slowly he moved his hooves down the prince’s body and to his hips.

Blueblood responded by lowering himself to the cowpony’s level just to the point where he could feel his shaft resting against Braeburn’s. Then, he broke the kiss. He considered saying something, but the look in his lover’s eyes was indication enough that he should continue.

His horn flickered slightly as he lowered the toy to Braeburn’s ass and began to ease it in. At the same time he began to grind his penis gently across his partner’s own generous length. The cowpony began moving his own hips in response. Blueblood made sure to use this to his advantage by timing the thrusts of the toy in opposition to his lovers own movements. Braeburn began biting his lip in pleasure and pain as the toy moved further into him.

Hoping to elicit a more powerful response from the cowpony, Blueblood lowered his head and began to playfully nip at the yellow stallion’s neck. While his partner did jerk in excitement he still continued to bite his lip even as the unicorn’s toy reached its full depth.

It seemed he would have to resort to more drastic measures sooner than he’d planned. Blueblood leaned in for another kiss as he raised himself off of the cowpony. His horn flickered once more as the bottle of lubricant he’d set aside floated towards his upraised ass and poured a small deposit of its contents into it. Unfortunately thanks to Braeburn’s refusal to open his eyes and mouth, the kiss had to be redirected and became an affectionate bite on his upper lip.

Of course now that the prince was ready, he was sure he could get the cowpony to open up. With a single fluid motion the prince moved forward across his partner’s length and began to slide it into his rear. This was the clincher. As soon as no more than the head had entered the white stallion Braeburn’s eyes and mouth shot open as he gasped. Blueblood responded passionately with his own moaning as the stallion below him began to thrust in response.

Braeburn moved quickly, and had bottomed out after no more than the third thrust. Bluebloods passionate screams grew louder as the stallion turned grabbed his shoulders and pounded his ass. The moaning finally paused when the yellow stallion pulled the prince to him and locked their lips together in another powerful kiss.

However the silence didn’t last long. Blueblood expertly removed the glass dildo from his partner, and quickly thrust it in with as much force as his magic could muster just as Braeburn had penetrated the unicorn with yet another intense thrust. This motion forced Braeburn over the edge and he broke the kiss shortly before contributing his own scream to the bedroom.

The prince’s own moans increased in volume as well as he felt his lover’s semen shoot into him with each additional thrust. Once he was sure the cowpony was well flushed, he removed the toy and raised himself, still panting, off of the stallion.

“Well done,” Breaburn said as the prince rolled off of him,” But I don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”

Blueblood nodded. “A gentlecolt would finish what he started.”

Braeburn nodded and rolled on top of the stallion. “Fair is fair,” he said as he turned to face his partner cock. He started by licking playfully at the prince’s tip, then he noticed the discarded toy lying slightly off to the side.

Blueblood was admittedly surprised when he felt himself once more being penetrated. It was clumsily done but it was most certainly new. He wasn’t even entirely sure how the stallion that was lovingly tonguing his cock was doing it. Not that he was complaining of course.

It didn’t take very long for Blueblood to reach his climax. He had practically burst when the cowpony had ejaculated. The blowjob was just the finisher, and the toy; icing on the cake.

Breaburn however took his time to savor the prince’s orgasm. The moans alone would have made him hard had he not just finished himself, and the flavor of his partner’s cum was intoxicating. The cowpony greedily swallowed each squirt of the sweet fluid before finally pulling off.

With that finished he laid back next to his panting partner. “I suppose I’m going to need another bath,” the prince said with sigh.

*****

Blueblood awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, and the feeling of a slight headache. He supposed if the event of this trip were all as good as last night this would doubtlessly be an even better job than he’d hoped for.

As Blueblood sat up and headed downstairs he noticed a set of familiar looking horseshoes, freshly polished and set aside by the door.

“Yes. This will be far better than I’d imagined.”