My name is Carter. There is no last name that comes after it, and it is not a bad thing. Thanks to mom pulling a few strings with the princesses I no longer have my father's last name. There is no last name on my mother's side, for she was an orphan her entire life. I'm not fifteen years but soon to be sixteen, but I have to admit it is something I'm not looking forward too. Life for me is both good and bad, sometimes too full of the drama.

Let me take this from the top, being a resident in a world of anthromorphic ponies was never expected, nor the fact of them being females magically born with penises to keep the population going. Life was a real shithole with my sorry excuse of a father spending all his money on alcohol and god knows what else, he would abuse my mother but spend most of time releasing his hatred towards me with severe beatings. I was whipped with hoses to swings with small boards. I was not strong enough to stop, nor brave enough. Mom did not have the guts either.

Fifteen years with such a man can really screw up your head. On and on I left the house to get away from him, but I went back to see if mom was alright or possibly dead.

Do I sound boring, because I know I am. Despite the many doctor visits and cops coming to the house to question us, dad got away with it. It's not so hard when they're your drinking buddies. Apart from pulling a gun on him, of which I did to satisfy my anger when he had mom by her throat and threatened to gut her alive, I'm not ashamed or disappointed in myself for standing up to him. But when the fear of him doing worse to me stopped my finger from pulling the trigger, things went from downhill to a living hell that had only two ways out.

Killing him or killing ourselves. Thankfully neither of the two happened. Equestria became my home. No one but the princesses and mom know what happened on the last night we saw him. It's not a big deal, but being in the position I was thrust into would make things worse with every mare that has a thing for me.

If either of the royal sisters were to remove the illusion seal on my body, everyone would see that I have two scars that were made by dad's bowie knife. I did not expect him to stab me, I was asleep and woke up to the first stab and mom trying to pull him off. After the second stab the rest is a blur. The only thing I can remember is hearing her scream for god to end this nightmare, and then waking up in a hospital bed with a bunch of guards surrounding me. It was no warm welcome until mom came back with the princesses beside her.

Thank god though, for them understanding the situation we were in, and I guess for giving me special treatment. Being the only true male in this world does have some perks. There is a cost however, I have to help further their research in reproducing true males when I come of age. It did not sound bad at first since they're letting me live like a normal kid; that is until the princesses announced what I am to the entire world and told me that I must marry and or breed with at least five mares when I come of age.

Sounds like harem fantasy, doesn't it?

Well it's not. Every mare—and I mean every mare—is eligible and waiting. Some just have the intention to—pardon my language—fuck my brains out.

It's not easy to have that much pressure on your shoulder, and it doesn't help that the princesses are pulling strings of their own to get in my good grace.

Like right now.

. . .

. . .

. . .

The feeling of flying high on a chariot is all the same to me; it's freaking scary and I want down this instant!

The mixture of laughter rings in my ears as I cling to mom and Princess Celestia for dear life, more so onto the princess since she can catch me in case something were to happen. Still, that doesn't change the fact that we are hundreds of feet in the air with four guards dragging this golden hunk of junk like elves from the happy wheels game. I still don't understand why the princess use chariots when they can fly, teleport, or take the train.

What, are they too good for those things?

Ah, I should not talk like that about the princesses. It's not their fault I'm in a bad mood or antisocial with everyone right now. It's all Rainbow's fault for being who she is, coming out of the blue that I'm just some toy to her. And mom isn't any better than her. Sure, she's doing what any mother would do, but that doesn't mean she should let things drag on like they have been.

It kind of sucks too. Being friends with Rainbow Dash is not so bad if you get past her being a hermaphrodite like everyone else. Still, being a boy too valuable to be allowed to choose what or who he wants makes my life a living nightmare. Every day it's the same. I get up, get ready for my lessons, and endure the various glances and greetings I get from everyone. As awesome as it is, there are some moments where I want to pull out my hair and tell everyone to leave me alone. But if I do that then I will have the princesses and god knows who else running to my aid to make sure I'm alright.

It sucks. It really sucks.

Anyway. . .

"We're here," Celestia chirps as she holds me, her supple breasts pressing on the top of my head while we descend, I think. I don't know. I was too busy cowering against the railing of the chariot while mom and the princess comfort me.

I had one thing escaping my lips.

"From now on we're taking train." The more I said it the more concerned they were. And that was a little bad.

"What a foal," Celestia teases, matching the drollness she used yesterday during her lessons of Equestrian History. She is trying to use my fear as an advantage to win me over. I am no idiot, though.

I leap off the chariot and leave Celestia high and dry in the middle of her attempt to kiss my cheek, the thought making me smile as I look back to see her surprised then pouting. She crosses her arms, descends with a flap of her wings, and gives me a bizarre glare. It is unsettling to see her act like to be completely honest, I kind of enjoy the game of cat and mouse we have when she tries to force a kiss on my head or cheek.

What can I say, there are some days in Canterlot where I like the attention.

"Too good for a little kiss," she pouts while mom passes her. I expect her to stop Celestia and chew her out, but she shocks me with the right turn she took towards the castle stairs. It isn't like her to just ignore stuff like this.

Maybe what I said hurt her or she's very pissed at me.

"I'll be back this evening," mom says, her last minute of visibility ending when Celestia puts her hand on my back and nudges me to the doors. "I love you. Behave yourself. And don't try anything funny with him Celestia."

"Funny is the wrong word for what I have in mind," the princess whispers into my ear, her breath sending chills down my spine as her hand reaches around my side.

I gulp as we enter, knowing today will be like the others. But then the doors proceed to open and it does not surprise me what comes next. For what it's worth to this perverted sun goddess, I allow myself to fall prey in the softest hug. By 'softest' I mean she turns me around and squeezes me so hard that I sink into her chest as the nuzzling starts. Nothing new to me, but the breasts. . .

The breasts. . .

BOOBS FROM THE HEAVENS!

"I have missed you sweetie." I hear her chirp as I struggle for air. She ignores my mumbling and goes straight to humming erotically as I smack whatever I can to snap her out of her fantasies. Unfortunately the range of my arms is enough to reach where no pony has apparently touched, but I don't believe that.

I hear the smack then a low moan before she finally releases me. I gasp for air while looking at Celestia to see what I have done. I fear that I may have hurt her. Thankfully I didn't, but the part I smacked is the wrong place to use when she needs to come back from fantasy land.

"Carter," she breathes, rubbing her curvy tush, bedroom eyes locked onto me as I realize where I got her. I'm lucky that blood did not drip out of my nose. "I do not mind that, but please be a little more gentle. I am very sensitive."

Will this torment ever end?

Unfortunately, not today. And so I went along with the princess's flirting, ignoring the bedroom eyes and her giggling as we walk through the halls. Guards upon guards follow us while we have some conversation to break our morning in. To be honest, it's the only time of the day that actually has meaning to me. No sexual advances. No flirting. Just a peaceful with Princess Celestia. I enjoy it, more than I enjoy having every mare watch me with expressions of lust.

"So. . . what is today's lesson?" I ask exhaustedly, yawning as I put forth the effort to stay awake, smiling at her. "Also, where is this lesson going to happen? Hopefully in the library."

She giggles nervously and looks down at me in a caring manner, as if I am more than a friend to her. Perhaps I am almost family to her during our small talk. "We will not be working too much on your lessons. It's a Saturday and you're doing quite well. A meeting is all we have for the day, and then we will spend time together."

I cock a weary eyebrow up to the princess after she nuzzles the top of my head. Instead of reaching for my waist she curls her arm around mine and guides me like a lost kid.

"You've been working very hard," she purrs, practically moaning whilst sniffing my hair. "And a working stallion deserves some rest for his effort."

"I'm only fifteen," I lean away and brush the ruffled part of hair. "And that means jailbait for anyone; even you, princess."

"You're such a stick in the mud," she bemuses, glaring a little in annoyance before sighing and smiling down at me. "But it is not your fault, you are the only male in Equestria. The responsibility of repopulating our world with true males is a heavy burden for somepony your age. The closer you are of age the more difficult it must be to understand why we need you to do this."

I scratch the back of my head and nervously rub her arm to give some means of comfort, satisfying the mare with my attention before she thanks for it lovingly. "You are special without being the only male. You know this, right?" she asks, enjoying the blush on my cheeks. I can't help myself, she's very beautiful and one of very few ponies I can talk too so casually. She actually has care for me, care for a boy that is under enough pressure, so having her as a friend is. . . relaxing.

And I love it.

I tighten my arm on hers, chuckling at the red on her cheeks this time. "Everyone is special in their own way. I just have a good yet very flirtatious and perverted friend, to help me see the better of things."

"They sound like a lovely pony, but I wonder who it is?" she implies softly, lust in her eyes as she ruffles my hair once more.

I poke her side, baiting a childishly beautiful giggle as we reach the throne room. I grin evilly and look away, as though I'm thinking about this 'friend'. "Yeah, Mayor Mare is such a good friend."

"Oh you flatterer," she intones, before realizing who I named. Her eyes widen, and I immediately sprint away for another game of cat and mouse. "WAIT, MAYOR MARE! HOW IS SHE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND!?"

"You know I'm joking!" I yell across the room before taking the east wing. "Then again, maybe I'm not."

I don't have to look to know the most powerful alicorn in Equestria has taken the bait. The sound of footsteps and growling behind me are all I need to know she is running as fast as she can.

"GET BACK HERE!" she screams as I look back to see there is some distance between us.

"Come on, princess. You need to work off some of those cupcakes you had the night before."

"You'll be thinking twice when you come of age and my plump tush is flat like Gleaming Shields!"

I continue looking back for my own enjoyment as the color of her fur turns red. Her majestic eyes rage with fire and smoke escapes her nostrils as I slip past two guards, leaving them confused for a moment before look back to their very determined and angry princess. I do regret seeing those two fly into the walls after Celestia shoves them aside, but I have no time to stop and make sure if they're okay. I have a princess to outrun until she calms down or runs out of breath.

"Sorry," is all I can say whilst sliding around the next corner.

. . .

Once I reach the courtyard I think fast on my next move much to the thought of Celestia possibly infuriated by now. As of this moment, a few seconds is all I have before she catches up and gets her hands on me. And I know from our last chase that it is imperative I remain on the run.

"Where to hide?" I quickly search around the courtyard for a not-so obvious spot, and remember that she had the bushes removed weeks ago.

Let's just say that I did a revenge-prank that kept her on the toilet for hours. But it was a good lesson about the goddess who controls the moon. Apparently the sweets she devours have no milk in them, but water as a replacement and a little magic to make them bake normally.

That brave yet traumatized maid. . .

"Yes!" I chirp up at the tree in the middle of courtyard, before jumping as high as I can to grab the lowest branch. Thank god I'm able to pull myself up and climb before the sun menace storms in here.

It is strange how suddenly quiet things became as I reach for a branch that is large enough to hold my weight. One minute I'm hearing her fume and charge after me, then next I'm surrounded by silence and an empty courtyard. It was almost scary. . . that although I am hiding like I normally do there is never a dull moment of the princess giving up, not including the fact that she so determined she'll send guards to hunt me down.

I look around for any sight of her and see that she is nowhere to be found, not a wing or horn in sight as I sit up here with anticipation. Now I'm starting to worry about her.

"Did she really give up chasing me?" I ask myself, scratching the back of my neck. Suddenly I here leaves and twigs breaking behind me, and then a large shadow consumed me as I froze in fear. Sweat was coming down my eyebrows as I hear a deeply feminine voice brushed my ear.

I swallow the lump building in my throat and shiver. I'm so dead.

The laughter stops, and a pair of arms lock around my torso before jerking me to the chest of my captor. Insanely firm breasts press to my head while she nuzzles me. I have a good idea who this is.

"Hello Carter," she teases, nipping my ear, forcing the breath out of lungs.

I spin in her arms and inhale, discomfort in my eyes. "Celestia, I told you not to—" I silence myself abruptly, shocked by the face that hangs over me as she smiles.

I choke on the mare's name as she giggles sinisterly, her innocent smile slowly growing into evil. Terror crept it's way into my chest.

"P-P-Princess Blueblood!" I finally get it out of my system, and it brings her satisfaction that I remember her. "Wha-what are you doing up here?" The lightbulb in my head flickers, and I look down to the ground then back up to, curiosity in my eyes, but only for a moment.

"Wait, how the heck did you get up here?"

She bombards me with nose kisses, which is not so bad since this is the first time she's even been affectionate.

"A princess such as myself does not indulge herself with pointless activities such as this," she replies proudly, whipping her mane into my face. "But seeing as how you are here, I made the acception to find you."

She giggles, and coat of her magic's aura shimmying her disappeared.

"You used your magic to float up here, didn't you?" I accused with a flat tone.

"Seems that my aunties' lessons are doing wonders for you," she coos, her voice husky and little obsessive.

While we sat in this position, Celestia ran into the courtyard, panting and heaving, even wiping sweat from her head. Her gaze rises and focuses on me as Blueblood levitates us to the ground. I can't say I'm surprised to see the egotistical unicorn untouched by any dirt that rubbed on me when I climbed the tree, but that is one of many advantages to having magic.

Unfortunately for me, magic is something I will never have and it will be my downfall everytime I get dirty. Like right now.

"Carter," the solar princess snaps, rushing towards us. She takes the moment to coat me in her magic, removing what the tree gave me. "You're completely covered in dirt and leaves. If the royals see you like this they will—"

"Royals?" I interrupt then look up to her. "What royals?"

After magically cleaning my body and taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Celestia gives me a serious look, which is something I never expect her to do. This is a first as well.

"Word has spread to other kingdoms of your . . . special anatomy," she twiddles her thumbs as her niece holds onto me. "And a few of these royals have come to see you."

"Oh," I cock an eyebrow at her. "Well that's alright. Nothing wrong with meeting someone."

"That's not all," she says, looking ashamed for some reason. "They're also here to. . .to. . ."

"To what?" I cross my arms, looking at suspiciously.

She exhales the words depressingly.

"To see if you're suitable for their daughters."

Author's Note

Closest thing to female Blueblood. It's all I could find.