A week passed since Blueblood and Coloratura first arrived at his private estate, four days since he first made her his on the couch. Since then he took advantage of her at every opportunity that he could, rutting her in almost every single room of the house and outside a few times as well. There were only a few occasions where she hesitated and gave a little resistance to his advances, but in the end he always won and took her how he pleased, pleasuring himself by embedding his cock deep inside her tight foal hole.

Of course he finished every single time inside of her pussy, flooding her womb with his white seed. Unfortunately for him she had not forgotten about needing some sort of birth control method to counter the generous amounts of cum he had shot inside of her after their first night of coitus but Blueblood had a plan in mind. He had his butler go out to purchase 'morning after pills' which were actually simple placebo pills made of completely inert ingredients, though Coloratura gratefully took them every day believing they were the real deal. Blueblood himself didn't care one way or another if she was indeed knocked up with his foal after her time with him; he simply wanted to hurt her however he could without jeopardizing being able to bed her.

Sadly, this meant that he wasn't able to use her as roughly as he wanted to or take her to the basement where his 'fun toys' were, leading Blueblood to grow tired of the plain, consensual, boring sex he had with her over and over. Only the thrill of the change of scenery kept him interested as long as he was, but by the morning of day eight he was looking forward to bedding a different mare.

By the time he awoke he found Coloratura already sitting up in bed next to him staring straight ahead. As soon as she felt him shuffling next to her she turned to him and said she was ready to return to civilization. The time away from everypony else had indeed helped clear her head and there was some unfinished business she needed to take care of, not to mention the blackmail messages had mysteriously stopped almost five days ago. Prince Blueblood was more than happy to agree with her and by mid afternoon both ponies boarded his private car for the drive back into downtown Baltimare. Despite only having just over a week off from work Blueblood decided he may as well return to Canterlot himself, partially to add the new photos he had acquired as the blackmailer (as well as a few dozen more he had taken of her when she was asleep or in her dazed state) to his collection, but mainly to seek out yet another mare to entertain him. He was definitely spoiled by now with how frequently he had been able to find a mare as his plaything and he was growing addicted to his luck.

Of course, he managed to squeeze in one more quickie in the limo with her during the drive, depositing one last load of cum inside her as a parting gift. But after the two and a half hour car ride and a quick kiss before she disembarked, Coloratura had left and disappeared from sight, headed off back to Manehattan on her own. Blueblood remained in his car, not to reflect on his time with the popular pop star and any feelings that may have developed for her, but simply to wait while his chauffeur arranged the final details for his train ride back to Canterlot. Within fifteen minutes a private car had been arranged for him to travel in and he would be back in his home city by nightfall.

Just in time to stop by The Tasty Treat before it closed.

Blueblood took an additional three days off before he finally returned to his job. As much as it pained him to return to work so soon he had nothing better to do and definitely no mares to keep him otherwise occupied. He was also disappointed to find that his hidden camera in Cadence's room hadn't captured any more interesting video footage besides her changing outfits, not to mention his stop by The Tasty Treat was somewhat tame.

For the following month Blueblood took no pleasure in his mundane duties and simply passed the time as best he could. Since the winter season was nearing the number of ponies coming to seek his approval for their problems slowly declined as they prepared for the cold and snow. He enjoyed the cold season as it meant less stress and worry for himself, but he was one day handed a message from a courier that contained no sender information or return address and only contained his name on the front. Curious as to what was enclosed he took the letter into his back office and opened it as soon as he closed the door behind him.

The enclosed letter was a simple two-sentence message but it still managed to carry a hefty message;

I'm pregnant. The foal is yours.

Author's Note

Q: Wait, WTF? Why is it over??

A: Change of plans... to do what I want to continue the story I had to end it here and start a sequel. Keep an eye out for it soon.

Q: Dude, wtf???

A: