120 Days of Blueblood

“The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment.”

— Marquis de Sade

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single stallion in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. Prince Blueblood was no exception to this rule.

His recent escapades had left him on the cusp of acquiring his aunts’ wealth and power, in addition to learning the secrets of their immortality. Their only caveat for bestowing these priceless gifts was for him to find somepony to wed.

Celestia and Luna had skirted the marriage clause for their immortality by wedding each other in a secret ceremony. Without any other heirs, Blueblood knew he couldn’t depend on incest as his aunts had done. If he wanted the fullest blessings of eternal life, he’d have to look beyond the family bloodline for his wife.

His aunts’ dark magics hinged on the unification of two souls into one. Celestia and Luna had done it; now it was Blueblood’s turn. If he wanted immortality, he’d have to bring somepony else along with him.

The notion of true love held no meaning for Prince Blueblood. He merely desired a mare whom he could dominate and subjugate to his will for all eternity. She would be bound to him, both body and soul, while catering to his baser desires. He would shape her like a marble statue until she was a living testament to libertine ideals. A slave to her own carnal appetites... and his.

Unfortunately for the prince, Blueblood was having a difficult time finding a wife. Ever since his aunts decreed that he would soon be sharing the throne with them, fate seemed to conspire against him to prevent his coronation from happening.

The latest inconvenience was the untimely death of Soarin. His tenure as Captain of the Guards was relatively short-lived. Soarin had no way of knowing that less than a month after Sister Spectrum’s execution, he would also meet his own grim demise.

During a routine training mission in a thunderstorm, Soarin was struck by a bolt of lightning and killed. Most viewed it as mere coincidence, while the more suspicious guards and peasants spread rumors that the lightning was summoned by the restless soul of the nun, who enacted vengeance on the one who stole her virginity.

Blueblood had no time for ghost stories. His mind was too focused on thoughts of the flesh to be distracted by murmurings of the spirit. Choosing a new Captain of the Guards seemed of little importance when compared to the task of choosing a wife.

Aside from his close circle of libertine friends and his aunts, Blueblood had never shared a meaningful relationship with anypony; but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Most of Blueblood’s previous lovers had ended up in various pieces, with the mare bleeding out and begging for death. Blueblood was often heartbroken by his victims’ intolerance for pain, but being a gentlecolt, he would grant their requests and kill them.

Blueblood had spent many sleepless nights reflecting on the flaws of his previous relationships. None of them had been willing to embrace libertine philosophy.

“I can’t abide weakness,” Blueblood thought as he paced around his room, “I need somepony utterly devoid of moral restraint.”

He eyed the trophies he had accumulated so far. The dress. The horn. The lock of hair. The cider barrel. The dagger. While their former owners had all exhibited great courage in the face of pure malevolence, none of them were truly worthy of his hoof in marriage.

Prince Blueblood knew that time was running out. If he desired to partake in his aunts’ immortality, then he had to choose a bride before his next birthday. The question was how to go about finding his future spouse. Blueblood feared that meeting all potential candidates one at a time would take too long. With that in mind, he decided that an exhibition would be the ideal test.

The next day, a proclamation was sent throughout the kingdom ordering fillies and mares to attend an audience with the Princesses at Canterlot Castle. It was made known that the prince might choose his future wife from amongst those in attendance. Dozens of mares from throughout the kingdom flocked to the castle, in hopes of winning Blueblood’s favor. Some fathers sent their young daughters, in hopes that Blueblood would choose one of them as his child bride.

The royal subjects were led into the spacious throne room. Celestia sat nobly as she surveyed the crowd. She was still viewed as an all-powerful Goddess by the populace, so nopony made direct eye contact with her as a sign of deference.

Luna sat on a plush throne to Celestia’s right, while Blueblood sat on a throne to the left of his aunts. Everypony remained silent, out of reverence for the royal sisters. The only sounds heard came from the two court musicians; a gray-coated earth pony with a black mane and a blind, white-coated unicorn with a blue mane. The blind mare had tied a black cloth around her sightless eyes.

The enchanted melodies of the musicians were especially-designed by the royal sisters to make all those who heard them more open to suggestions. These hypnotizing hymns had been an integral part of Equestrian worship services for nearly an eon. With the assistance of their churches, Celestia and Luna had managed to beguile the public into blindly following them with their mesmerizing music.

When it was time for the exhibition to begin, the royal guards entered the room and sealed the exits. Some of the mares in attendance were nervous, but most were still excited by the prospect of impressing the prince and becoming royalty.

Celestia rose from her throne and took a step towards the crowd. Everypony in the throne room respectfully bowed their heads as Celestia addressed the huddled masses.

"Our nephew, Prince Blueblood desires a wife," Celestia said, "You hath come here today in hopes of finding favor amongst royalty. The prince shall select his bride from amongst those who submit themselves before this court to a game of fornication with the most virile members of the Royal Guard."

The guards grinned salaciously as they began to remove their armor. Some of the mares in attendance were horrified by the prospect; others were repulsed, but all were shocked beyond measure.

Celestia was viewed by her subjects as the embodiment of virtue and chastity. To hear her speak so plainly and encouragingly of fornication shook the faith of the populace to its core.

Several of the mares were infuriated by the proposal and muttered that Celestia had gone mad. While some tried to leave, most mares stayed behind; mainly those who were considered ugly or poor or who had become fully-hypnotized by the music.

Three mares who attempted to leave found the doors sealed shut and blocked by royal guards.

“Please allow us to leave this perverse display,” one mare said, anxiously, “We do not wish to degrade ourselves in such a disgraceful manner.” The guards smiled wickedly.

“Princess Celestia has decreed that all mares in attendance exhibit their sexual prowess before the prince,” a guard said, “To refuse the command of a Goddess would be blasphemy of the highest order. It is my sacred duty to save you from yourself.”

Without another word, the guards stationed at the door tackled the three mares who had attempted to leave.

“The horror! The horror!” one mare cried, “Stop! Mercy! Mercy!”

“I’ll teach you proper respect for the commands of Celestia!” one guard said as he tore the frightened mare’s dress off. Once she was exposed, he began lapping at her nether parts as she struggled in vain to escape.

The guards then proceeded to rape the frightened mares with unrelenting cruelty. Their victims’ screams commingled with the orgasmic cries of those in attendance who willingly subjugated their bodies for the viewing pleasure of the libertine royals.

Celestia, Luna and Prince Blueblood surveyed the spontaneous orgy before them with amusement. All mares who tried to escape were raped and sodomized by the guards at the far end of the throne room. All willing participants moved as close to the throne as possible, in order to give Prince Blueblood a better view of their fornications.

One of the fillies in attendance had a pronounced lisp. The guards tugged on her red, curly mane as they held her down. Erect stallionhoods surrounded her; already leaking from arousal.

“Pleath, thtop!” the frightened filly said as, “I jutht wanted to be a princeth!”

“You will,” one of the guards said, in mock comfort, “I have your royal scepter for you right here, your majesty!”

The filly screamed as the guard thrust his throbbing rod into her virgin slit. Blood trickled down her inner thigh as the stallion tore her hymen asunder. He gave a primal grunt as he leaned over her back and held her down. The guards encircling her head came all over her face and mane as she wept.

“Take it out!” The filly screamed, as jizz slid down her cheek, “It hurth!”

Her bleeding cunt gripped his pulsating dick like a vice. The resistance was tremendous. They guard knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

“I see our little princess already has her cutie mark,” the guard said, as he groaned with each thrust, “That means she’s... oh, old enough to continue the... uh, royal bloodline!”

“No, pleathe!” the filly wailed, “I’m too young to be a mama!”

The guard whinnied triumphantly as he ejaculated in her womb; filling her with his seed.

“No,” the filly sobbed, “Pleathe... I don’t wanna’ get pregnant.”

The guard held his cock inside until his entire stockpile of sperm coated the filly’s inner walls. After he finally pulled out, she barely had time to take a breath before another guard enjoyed some sloppy seconds. His cock was even thicker than the previous prick. The filly screamed as the second stallion quickly came inside her already cum-filled cunt.

“Next in line!” the first guard called out to his troops as the second-in-command pulled out of her sopping, bloody hole, “At this rate, she’ll never know who the father is!”

“Let me go!” The filly screamed as she was raped a third time, “I wanna’ go home! I wanna’ go home!”

The guards surrounding her were deaf to her pleas. Their only concerns were their own pleasures and obeying the whims of the libertine royals.

In another part of the room, some of the guards had brought whips and other instruments of sexual torture. Mares who refused to obey the guards’ commands or proved ineffectual at providing pleasure were whipped and beaten until they improved.

Not all of the mares who participated in the orgy were single. Some were there with their husbands. One stallion, who was a baker by trade, had come to the castle with his spouse to make a delivery. Once the orgy had commenced, the husband wanted to leave, but his wife had other plans and saw her opportunity.

The baker watched horrified as his wife presented herself to three guards. She hiked up her tail in an inviting manner and wiggled her fat hips to further entice the other stallions.

"My love, how can you do this?" the baker said, as his wife disrobed, "Don’t allow your soul to be consumed by these immoral lusts. Stop forsaking the happy life we've built together in pursuit of fleeting carnal pleasure."

The guards knocked the husband to the ground as they surrounded his wife. One guard wasted no time and straightaway slid his fleshy tool into her inviting twat, which was already moist from forbidden arousal. The guard leaned forward onto the wife’s ample back fat as he repeatedly thrust inside her. The cuckolded baker was beside himself with grief and shame as his wife committed adultery before his very eyes. Her perverse cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room and added to the shouts and screams of the orgy.

"This is my chance to win favor with the prince and live in this luxurious castle," the wife said, while licking several guards’ cocks, "If he is pleased by my fornications, I'll at last have all the riches and splendor a poor bastard like yourself could never give me."

The husband stared with contempt as the guards violated the body of his wife. She moaned sensually as she took three guard's cocks at once. Tears streamed down her husband’s face as the shame and ignominy became more than he could bear.

"I gave you a treasure greater than all worldly wealth," the husband said in righteous indignation, "I helped create our two beautiful children. If you care not for me or fidelity, at least think of the twins."

The mare removed the guard's long pole from her mouth and rubbed its length all over her face. Her snout was coated with saliva as she churlishly addressed her simpering spouse.

"Fornicate the children!" she said, emphatically, "And go fornicate thyself as well, husband!"

The wife cackled with delight as the guards came, one by one, all over her sweaty body. Her fat ass, back and face were glazed with stallion seed as cum dripped from her puffy pussy.

“Yes! More you well-hung bastards!” the baker’s wife screamed, “Cover me with your creamy nut butter.”

Her husband prostrated himself on the ground and wept bitterly. His sorrows were soon interrupted as he was lifted roughly off the ground. One of the unicorn guards levitated the stallion over to his wife, in order for him to more clearly see the results of her adulterous aftermath. The stallion winced as he watched the seed of several strangers leaking from his wife’s marehood and ass. The smell was almost as intolerable as the sight itself.

“Make yourself useful and clean up their mess,” the wife said, sternly, “These lovely guards have awakened within me pleasures that a loathsome little worm like yourself could never hope to satisfy. Since they took such good care of me, you should swallow their seed to show your appreciation.”

The unicorn guard used magic to force the husband’s head against his wife’s crotch. His lips and snout were soon covered in the warm, sticky cum flowing from her cooze. Reluctantly, the husband began to timidly lap up the guard’s jizz and swallow, which caused him to shiver with revulsion.

While the baker was busily engaged in this unpleasant task, he was unaware that one of the guards was already hard again and preparing to mount him.

“Make a wish, you cuckolded cunt,” the guard said to the baker, “I’m going in dry.”

With a sadistic grin, the unicorn guard inserted his cock into the baker’s virgin asshole. This violation caused the husband to stop sucking jizz from his wife’s pussy and shriek in pain. He thrashed about and tried to run, but the mounted guard pinned the baker down and kept him from fleeing. With one sharp thrust, the guard hilted his poo prodder inside the baker, who screamed frantically as his anal walls bled.

“Mercy!” the baker cried, “Extricate yourself at once! I’m no stallion stuffer!”

“You’re no stallion at all,” his wife mused, while using her forehoof to tease her clit. After coating her hoof in the semen oozing from her slit, the baker’s wife began rubbing the jizz all over her glistening pussy lips.

“You make a much better mare,” the guard said to the baker, “Perhaps the prince would consider you to be his bride.”

This derisive remark caused the two other guards surrounding the baker to laugh uproariously. The husband sobbed uncontrollably from the pain and mounting ignominy of it all. The rough thrusting of the guard was causing blood to trickle down the baker’s taint and onto his balls. There was no arousal for the husband; only anal agony. His modestly-sized tool remained flaccid as his emphatic embuggering continued.

The guard made several forceful grunts as he hilted his dick repeatedly inside the baker’s ass. With one final thrust, the buggering rapist gave the husband his first anal cream pie. Thick ropes of the guard’s semen shot deep within the baker’s shit chute and coated his bloody rectal walls. As he lay there in utter agony with an ejaculating cock up his ass, the baker suddenly felt two streams of acrid liquid splashing against his face.

To add further insult to his anal injury, the two other guards started pissing on him. His mane was soaked with foul-smelling urine as the unicorn guard pulled out of his ass. A rich mixture of semen and blood began to flow from his ruined rectum and down his bloodied balls.

While this was going on, his wife continued pleasuring herself to her husband’s humiliation. The baker lay on the ground as urine dripped from his mane. His pain-riddled body was too mortified to move. His muscles twitched spastically as bloodied cum continued to ooze from his sphincter and formed a puddle on the floor. His wife couldn’t care less about her husband’s emasculating disgrace. She was too busy cleaning the three guards cocks in preparation for another round of adulterous sex.

As Celestia and Luna watched the perversity unfolding before them, their loins began to moisten.

“Is their no venality to which these perverted plebs will not stoop?” Luna asked, impressed.

“Let us hope not,” Celestia said, with a smile, as she took a sip of wine.

Even with all the royal guards in attendance, there were still more mares than stallions in the throne room. Several mares had to settle for masturbation while waiting their turn for the next available cock.

The cacophonous din of the orgy drowned out the sounds of the royal court musicians. The two mares stopped playing their instruments and approached the princesses. The earth pony led the way for her blind friend, who was using her magic to levitate a cane in front of her, which she tapped on the ground.

The two mares navigated around the writhing, canal bodies as they made their way to the royal throne. They stopped before Celestia, Luna and Blueblood.

“We also desire to titillate the prince with our whoredoms,” the blue-maned unicorn said, as she bowed respectfully in the direction where she assumed the royal sisters were sitting.

"But my princess, there aren't enough guards to go around,” the black-maned earth pony said, sadly, “We have no cocks to suck."

When Celestia was told that there was an insufficient number of dicks in the castle, she uttered one of the most infamous lines ever spoken by royalty.

“IF MY SUBJECTS HATH NO COCKS TO SUCK,” Celestia shouted, “THEN LET THEM EAT CUNT!"

This was all the motivation the two court musicians needed. The gray-coated earth pony and her blind friend threw themselves at Prince Blueblood’s hooves. Following Celestia’s counsel, the two mares proceeded to make beautiful music together.

The court musicians shoved their cunts into each other’s faces and messily began to eat each other out. They moaned and writhed on the floor as their bodies were racked with the pleasures of multiple orgasms.

Using her magic, the blind unicorn levitated her walking stick and, after several failed attempts, managed to shove one end of the cane up the earth pony’s ass.

“Oh, yes!” the gray-coated mare cried blissfully, “More, you sightless sapphic sodomist! Diddle me like a fiddle!”

As the orgy continued in earnest, Celestia leaned over and whispered to Prince Blueblood.

“We wanted to thank you, nephew, for reminding us who we truly are,” Celestia said, “It’s been far too long since our last public orgy.” Luna leaned forward and nodded in agreement.

“No longer need we live in fear of the populace,” Luna said, as she calmly watched her subjects ejaculate all over each other, “A new era is dawning in Equestria. The moral majority must subjugate themselves to the whims of libertine nobility.”

In spite of the high praise from his aunts, Blueblood was still feeling apathetic. The sights, sounds and smells of a massive orgy had little effect on the prince. Not even the violent rape conducted by the guards titilated him anymore.

As Blueblood watched his subjects debase themselves for his sake, he was struck with a sudden realization.

“If I choose the most perverted mare in the kingdom to be my bride, what would I have accomplished?,” Blueblood thought, “In order to truly exhibit the effects of my corrupting charisma, I need a mare who exudes kindness and meekness. If I am to be found worthy of my station, my bride-to-be should be the purest, most simpering milksop in all of Equestria.”

As he gazed upon the mares of his kingdom covered in sweat and cum, Blueblood realized that he would not find his special somepony here. An evil smile crossed Blueblood’s lips as he imagined breaking in his new bride.

“The spineless wretch will be putty in my hooves,” Blueblood thought, “Everypony will witness as I purge the dross of decorum and decency from her body with the refiner’s fire of libertine lust. From her ashes shall bloom a rose made of cruel thorns and carnal petals, whom I shall claim as my bride. Then there will be no doubt as to the power of my corrosive influence.”

Even though he was no closer to finding his bride, Blueblood wasn’t about to cancel the orgy, since Celestia and Luna seemed to be enjoying themselves so much. Blueblood sighed wistfully as he glanced out the window towards the Canterlot Castle gardens.

It was then that he saw her. Blueblood was mesmerized by the beauty of the demur groundskeeper as she watered the flowers. She was a yellow-coated pegasus with a long pink-haired mane which partially-concealed her face from the world. Songbirds surrounded her and sang sweet melodies as she tended to the needs of her garden.

“No,” Blueblood whispered in disbelief, “Could it be? Is it she?”

Without a word, Blueblood excused himself from the orgy. Celestia and Luna didn’t notice, as they were too engrossed in watching one particularly flexible pegasus simultaneously fit three cocks inside her gaping snatch.

After sprinting down the castle corridor, Blueblood took a moment to compose himself and catch his breath. Once he was calm and collected, he crept stealthily into the garden.

While the raucous revelry continued within the castle walls, Blueblood spied on the groundskeeper from afar as she fed the fauna. The prince saw her as a blank canvas on which he would create his masterpiece.

“She’s as pure and clean as the wind-driven snow,” Blueblood thought, “And here I am with a full bladder and an urge to spell my name.”

The groundskeeper was blissfully unaware of the debauchery taking place within the castle. She also had no idea that Blueblood was sneaking up behind her.

“Hiding in plain sight,” Blueblood thought as he crept almost close enough to smell her scent.

Blueblood hid behind a tree as he watched the groundskeeper pause in front of a statue made in the prince’s honor. Larger than life, the sculpture of Blueblood was carved from perfect marble and captured his likeness exactly.

Mute from birth, the groundskeeper was a recluse who never left the Canterlot Castle gardens. Aside from her animal friends, the groundskeeper found herself entirely alone. Her inability to speak had caused her to shy away from pony society. Supplies were delivered to her by the guards, so she never had any need to leave the safety of her garden. She spent her days in solitude; caring for the local flora and fauna.

To cope with the crippling loneliness of her hermitic lifestyle, she would imagine personalities for the various statues in the garden. They had become her family.

The awe-inspiring statue of Celestia, with her kind eyes and flowing mane, was like a mother figure to the mute mare. Whenever she was sad, or scared, the groundskeeper would offer a silent prayer to Celestia, while kneeling reverently before the statue, and it always made her feel better.

Luna was like a gentle older sister in the groundskeeper’s eyes. Whenever a new litter of bunnies was born, or the first blossom of spring appeared, the groundskeeper would always visit the statue of Luna and happily converse with the princess inside her mind.

But the groundskeeper’s favorite statue was of Prince Blueblood. She had never met the actual prince face-to-face before. She knew he was much too important to ever bother with the likes of her. In spite of this humbling notion, she had developed an infatuation with the prince, based solely on her imagination.

In her mind, Blueblood was a hopeless romantic, who loved her with every fiber of his being. She imagined that he was tall and strong, with a kind heart and a gentle laugh. He always knew what she wanted, without her having to say a word. Her version of Blueblood was a healthy blend of strength and sincerity; in other words, the perfect gentlecolt.

Whenever she wanted to feel loved or needed, she would picture a romantic scenario between herself and the prince. In her dreams, she had a voice and could sing as well as any songbird; to the delight of her loving prince.

It was spring, and the animals were pairing off into couples, as they are often want to do. The groundskeeper gazed longingly at a pair of birds nuzzling each other affectionately in the branch of a nearby tree. As she listened to their sweet songs, the mare’s heart began to swell with desire. More than anything, she longed for a special somepony to love her. She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart that the stallion of her dreams was real.

The snap of a twig caused the songbirds to scatter. The groundskeeper turned her head and made a silent gasp as she gazed upon the intimidating face of Prince Blueblood.

“I’m awfully sorry,” Blueblood said, with a cordial bow, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

The groundskeeper was too stunned to move. The prince of her fantasies was standing before her very eyes. She didn’t know what to do. She thought to herself that this was too good to be a mere dream.

“Hello,” Blueblood said, “Who are you? What is your name, my fragile butterfly?”

The mare had a name, but she had no way to easily convey it. The silence caused Blueblood to narrow his eyes.

“When your prince addresses you, it is respectful to answer him,” Blueblood said, impatiently, “What is your name?”

When Blueblood repeated the question, he enunciated each word slowly and clearly, in case the mare was hard of hearing. The groundskeeper opened her mouth and tried to speak, but no words came out. She blushed and slowly took a step backward; her face becoming obscured by her long, pink mane. It suddenly dawned on Prince Blueblood what her issue was.

“You’re a mute?” Blueblood asked, in disbelief. The mare looked away from him and closed her eyes, before shamefully nodding her head. Blueblood couldn’t help but notice a tear form and trail down her soft cheek.

This revelation gave Blueblood a moment of pause. In spite of her imperfection, the prince realized that this beautiful creature would make an ideal mate. Without a voice, she was forced to communicate and convey all emotion through her actions. Blueblood knew that turning her from kindness and purity to coldness and cruelty would be his most impressive accomplishment to date.

“When she's abandoned her moral center and cast aside her facade of propriety, then my real work begins,” Blueblood thought, “I shall corrupt this fragile thing and bring forth a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure. Once her training has left her capable of taking everything I dish out, she will be a prurient paragon who orgasms to the screams of her dying victims”

The groundskeeper was smitten by Prince Blueblood’s charm. After years of romantic daydreams, Prince Blueblood finally stood before her in the flesh; fulfilling all her fantasies. She was so in awe by his height and handsome appearance, that she didn’t notice the malevolent glint in his cold, cruel eyes.

They walked together as Blueblood spoke to her of love and longing. Even without knowing about her secret desires, Blueblood managed to say all the right things and elicit positive responses from her.

It would’ve been far easier to simply drag the groundskeeper away and rape her into submission, but Blueblood knew better. This was his future bride. He wanted to toy with her emotions, through the careful art of seduction. He would gain her love willingly... at least at first.

Blueblood walked with the groundskeeper all afternoon. He was so determined to take things slow, that they literally stopped to smell the roses. For a while, neither of them spoke. They merely enjoyed one another’s company.

“My, but you’re beautiful,” Blueblood said, which caused the groundskeeper to blush. Blueblood noticed her timidity and smiled.

“It’s funny,” Blueblood said, as the groundskeeper listened to his every word with rapt attention, “I had so much to say and now I can’t think of anything.”

The groundskeeper basked in the resplendent majesty of her prince. She didn’t even notice the scar on the side of Blueblood’s face. His warm smile seemed to radiate goodness and light. Blueblood could feel her stare beginning to affect him. He broke eye contact with her and chuckled to himself.

“Would you mind not staring at me with those bewitching eyes,” Blueblood said, awkwardly, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

The groundskeeper took a step backwards, as though she had done something wrong. Blueblood gave her a warm and reassuring smile.

“Perhaps if you turned around, I could remember what I wanted to say,” Blueblood said, encouragingly.

The groundskeeper slowly turned until she was facing away from Prince Blueblood. He was now afforded an inviting view of her hindquarters. He grinned.

“I was only kidding,” Blueblood said, after ogling her bottom for a moment, “It was just an excuse to admire you from every angle.”

The groundskeeper turned back around to face Blueblood; her face now crimson. She looked slightly embarrassed.

“Please don’t think ill of me,” Blueblood said, earnestly, “It’s just that I’ve never met a mare as beautiful as you before.”

The groundskeeper smiled as her face became partially obscured by her mane.

“It’s somehow fitting that you are unable to speak,” Blueblood said, “For no words could adequately describe your beauty.”

This was quickly becoming the happiest day of the groundskeeper’s life. Blueblood made her feel like a queen.

“I must commend you for your tireless work in maintaining the royal gardens,” Blueblood said as he surveyed the expert landscaping, “My only regret in life is not making your acquaintance sooner.”

Blueblood extended his hoof and brought her hoof to his lips. He kissed it, which caused the groundskeeper to blush and swoon. He led her to the two statues of his aunts, where Blueblood planned to propose.

“I know we’ve just met,” Blueblood said, in the most innocent-sounding voice he could muster, “but I find myself smitten by your beauty.”

The groundskeeper began to cry with joy as she stared lovingly into his eyes. Her heart began to flutter with excitement.

The sun was setting as Blueblood knelt down in front of the groundskeeper. She gave a silent gasp in anticipation of what was to come. This moment had played out in her mind numerous times, but she never would’ve dared to dream that it could actually happen.

“Will you grant me the esteemed honor of taking your hoof in marriage?” Blueblood asked, as he extended a waiting forehoof towards his future bride.

Even if the groundskeeper possessed the ability to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to at this moment. Her emotions ran so high as to render her speechless.

With tears in her eyes, she nodded her head and touched Blueblood’s forehoof with her own.

“O happiest of nights!” Blueblood said, while leaping up and embracing his fiancé, “Come, my beloved. Let us away to the castle and prepare for our royal wedding. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna will want to meet you.”

The thought of being welcomed into the royal family and granted an audience with the princesses was almost more joy than the simple groundskeeper could bear.

The animals chittered with excitement as they watched the happy couple make their way back towards the castle.

As Blueblood’s bride blindly followed after him, her head was spinning with joy. After years of loneliness, she had finally found love and family.