120 Days of Blueblood

“It has often been said that power corrupts. But it is perhaps equally important to realize that weakness, too, corrupts. Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many."
— Eric Hoffer

Being a prince isn't all mindless frivolities. On occasion I am called upon to rectify matters of grave importance. One such case was that of aunt Celestia's mad monk.

Before she became a heretic who spouted forth the most unholy of blasphemies, she was a faithful scholar of the princess. The monk in question was a purple unicorn mare who had pink streaks in her otherwise purple mane. The scholar had lived in the castle from a young age, receiving tutelage from princess Celestia herself. Adept at the art of magic, the unicorn spent her time transcribing the words of Celestia as holy scripture. She worshiped the princess with as much fervor as anypony I had ever seen.

Not content to stick to her task of writing, the unicorn began to study the sciences. She probed the heavens with her telescope in an attempt to better understand the world around her.

Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing, especially for a mare. The monk's studies led her to conclude that the princesses were not responsible for raising the sun and the moon. She claimed that our planet merely revolved around the sun; and that the sun was the center of the universe.

The unicorn's new learning resulted in her becoming disillusioned with the teachings of the princesses. She felt betrayed by them and began to resent her position within the kingdom. When the mare's 'madness' had fully consumed her, the unicorn made it her mission to share what she had learned with the citizens of Canterlot.

She stood in the town square and shouted her heresy to anypony who would listen. Ponies ran from her, as though her very words were the sound of a leper's bell. Citizens are wise enough to not be caught associating with anypony who dares to speak out against the royal family.

The mare continued to blaspheme the princesses, saying they should not be worshiped as gods, for their words were false. Her ravings soon caught the attention of the royal guards, who detained her and placed her in the dungeon.

In actuality, I knew that the mare was not mad, just too smart for her own good. In spite of her cleverness, she could not be allowed to sow the seeds of dissent throughout the kingdom. My aunt's were busy with their royal duties, which meant it fell upon me to extract a recantment from this heretic.

As I descended the cold and slimy steps which led to the dungeons, my nose wrinkled at the smell of mold and decaying flesh. When the prisoners heard my footsteps approaching, the ponies who still possessed their tongues screamed in ragged breaths for me to kill them and end their suffering. The other prisoners made garbled moans; begging for death in their own special way. I walked briskly passed them, as I had more pressing matters to deal with.

In an isolated part of the dungeon stood the scholar. She looked a sight. Her mane was unkempt and dirty. She teetered drunkenly, as the braces on her hooves had forced her to remain in a standing position all night. Her eyes were unfocused, due to a lack of sleep and enduring intense pain.

A bloody gauze covered the stump of her formerly majestic horn. It had been removed so that her magic could never again be used to perpetuate her heresies.

Once she heard my approach, the mare tried to focus her gaze on me. Blood from her horn wound trickled down her face, stinging her eyes. She took raspy, shallow breaths through her open mouth.

Prior to my visit she had met with high-ranking members of the clergy. It was common practice for ponies of the cloth to pour boiling water down the throats of heretics, as a means of cleansing their soul of impurities. As a result of this treatment, her lips and mouth were now covered in burns and blisters.

As I approached her sweat-covered body, I could feel my stallionhood beginning to stir. Even when she was just a quiet student of Celestia's, I had engaged in lustful thoughts towards her. On several occasions I had fantasized about taking the monk and ravaging her while atop the calligraphy desk. Her quill ink would stain her coat as my semen stained her insides.

Considering my wanton desires towards her, it was quite fortuitous that I would be the one to inflict this new torture on the nonbeliever.

I asked the scholar if she would recant her testimony. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at me. The mare slowly shook her head, as she cried. The purple unicorn strained to speak with her burned throat, as she managed to croak out a response of 'no.'

I contemplated what a blow job would feel like rubbing against her blistered mouth. In the end, I decided against it, as I felt she might attempt to take my member with her as a final act of defiance. I reasoned that I would have to find another set of lips on the mare that were less prone to violence.

I asked the unicorn why she had rejected the words of the princesses and strayed from the path of perfection to become a whore for Discord. She responded by saying that her loyalty was to the truth. A truth which the princesses kept hidden from their subjects. I accused her of spreading chaos and disharmony with her blasphemies. The monk stared at me as I smiled condescendingly at her. She tried to clear her throat and ended up wheezing because of the pain.

Once the unicorn had regained her composure, she dared to ask me if I believed my aunts really did control the sun and the moon. I leaned in close and told her that ponies all over Equestria needed to believe in the princesses as gods. I said to the purple pony that faith was a strong thing to live one's life by. The scholar said that I had failed to answer her question. She wanted to know if I lived my life by faith. I smiled and said that I didn't need faith, for I had something stronger to help guide my actions...power.

Glancing over at a wall of torture devices, my eyes rested on three phallic-shaped contraptions. I levitated the smallest one over, which was still an uncomfortable five inches long. I informed the scholar that this device was known as the pear of anguish.

The instrument consisted of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the screw at the top was turned. There was a small spike at the tip of its phallic shape that split into four segments as the leaves of the device were opened.

I informed the monk that the anal pear was typically reserved for dealing with colt cuddlers, but in her case, I was willing to make an exception.

The unicorn was too exhausted to struggle as I approached her face. I slid the metal instrument into her blistered mouth and rubbed it in and out to make it wet enough for insertion. Once the device was prepped, I moved around to her hindquarters.

I informed the scholar that this was her last chance to recant her testimony. She responded by saying that I go and fornicate myself. I chuckled as I inserted the pear into her tight anal cavity. Her injured throat became torn as the pain in her ass forced her to let out a hoarse scream. When the device was inserted the full five inches, I pulled it out partially. Blood trickled from her hole as the the tiny spike had already gone to work scraping up her rectum's insides.

When the mare became a monk, she took a vow of celibacy. Today, I intended to break that vow, along with her hymen, ass and will.

Her pussy was painfully dry as my hot stallionhood approached it. To distract her from the impending loss of her virginity, I reinserted the anal pear completely. The unicorn screamed again as a mixture of blood and drool fell from her perpetually-open mouth.

I pressed my swollen bulb against her tender flesh. I played up the pomp and ceremony by telling her that she was a whore of Discord and had sinned against her god. As prince, it was my duty to purge the kingdom of evil.

The mare's mouth was too badly burned to utter a reply. It would be difficult for her to make any confessions now, as her recent screaming had internally lacerated her burned throat.

I shouted that my actions were for the glory of Luna, Celestia and Equestria as I slammed my member inside her virgin marehood with one swift thrust. Blood poured from her vagina as her hymen tore to accommodate my girth. At the feeling of being filled for the first time, the scholar could only respond by to coughing up fresh blood from her wounded throat.

I stood motionless inside her for a moment. My cock simply reveled in the gentle carcasses of her warm folds of flesh. I told the scholar that if her upper lips were as cooperative as her lower lips, she would've recanted her heresies the instant they left her filthy mouth.

I could feel the screw of her anal pear pressing against my stomach. Using my magic, I twisted the screw once to separate and expand the four leaves inside her.

She cried and shook her head violently as the four tiny spikes opened and pierced her anal flesh. The leaves stretched her rectal walls beyond their capacity. More blood trickled from her ass onto my shaft, which made a wonderful lubricant for her tight pussy.

The sensation of the pear was a unique experience for me. I could feel the two lower leaves expanding on either side of my shaft. A small layer of perineum flesh was all that stood between my member and a ghastly instrument of torture.

To distract her from her pain in her bleeding ass, I began ramming myself into her at greater speeds. The sensation of my cock rubbing itself against the leaves of the pear did not cause me any pain. The same could not be said for the mare, who's sobs indicated the excruciating nature of this torture.

Her teeth were stained red from the large amounts of blood she had spat from her mouth. The monk fought against the intense pain in order to communicate. She begged me to stop the merciless onslaught on her holes. I asked if she would deny her earlier statements. After pausing to consider her options, the obstinate mare refused to recant. I was simultaneously impressed with her pain threshold, and eager to try and break it.

I twisted the screw a second time, further separating the leaves. The scholar's ass was damaged beyond any hope of recovery at this point. I pounded into her with increasing ferocity as our thighs slapped together.Her hot hole felt like heaven as it stroked my searing spear.

I spanked her ass with my hoof, causing the monk to yelp in shock. I continued to piston the mare's privates as I informed her that it was the fate of all who dared question the princesses' supreme authority to be brought low in the depths of humility.

Using my magic, I began to wiggle the pear inside her ass, The spikes tore more flesh in her rectal passage. Blood seeped from her sphincter as I screwed her pussy at a frenzied pace.

Unable to bear the intense pain any longer, the unicorn screamed out her confession. The mare said that she was a blasphemous heretic who had lied about our benevolent and holy rulers. She denied all her studies and learning, and begged for the tortures imposed upon her to cease.

The sensation of breaking her mentally, as well as anally, was too much for my member to contain. I came inside her womb, filling it with my seed. I announced that I had cleansed her body of the evil thoughts that had plagued her mind. The mare didn't reply, she just wept. I had successfully decimated her will.

Retracting the pear, I removed it from her asshole. Blood flowed forth from her wounded rectum and spilled onto my cock. Once I had finished my orgasm, I pulled out and allowed the copious amounts of rich, thick ejaculate to pour from her deflowered vagina. The white and red puddles mingled together on the stone floor of the dungeon.

The mare stood there crying as blood leaked from her three holes. I dipped the pear in a bucket of water to rinse off the blood, before returning it to the shelf.

Now that the confession had been obtained, there was no further need for the mare to speak. I levitated a collar that was attached to a metal bar with two sharp prongs on each end. The device was known as the heretic's fork, and was designed to prevent the wearer from speaking.

I lifted the mare's chin up and attached the collar around her neck. I tightened the strap, allowing the prongs on one end to press under her chin, while the other prongs rested on her upper chest. Any attempts to speak would cause the sharp tips to dig further into her flesh.

Attaching a leash to the collar, I led the sorrowful mare out of the dungeon. As I marched her past the other prisoners, the ones who still had their eyes stared enviously at the monk.

The scholar was led to the town square, where a pile of sticks had been set. A huge crowd had gathered to watch the heretic burn. The congregation met as an expression of their faith in the princesses, rather than in a desire to see the condemned die. Those who avoided the public execution could be perceived as sympathizing with the heretic, so the turnouts for such events were always high.

The unicorn tried to speak, but the fork pressing against her chin and chest prevented her from opening her mouth. All she could do was quietly moan through gritted teeth; and even that hurt as making any sort a sound further taxed her strained vocal chords.

Celestia and Luna never sullied themselves by appearing at public executions, so the duty fell upon me to preside at them. I presented the mare to the people, saying that she was an unholy agent of chaos. A whore of Discord. The common masses booed at the mention of the dark one's name.

I stated that the condemned had confessed to her unholy crimes. The scholar plead guilty to the most grievous acts of blasphemy and heresy. Eager to be perceived as showing contempt, the crowd booed and cursed the mare.

Unable to look at the jeering crowd any longer, the monk raised her eyes to the heavens and stared at the clouds. Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to whimper.

I cautioned the audience to take heed and learn a lesson from the pitiful wretch. The monk's story was proof that one is always capable of falling away, no matter how close one is to perfection. I told them that this mare was closer to Princess Celestia than any of them, and yet she was still tempted away from her glorious light to walk the winding path of disharmony.

I discouraged them from learning, citing that too much knowledge was a dangerous thing, as this mare had proven. The citizens nodded in solemn agreement. The scholar looked horrified as she gazed out into the crowd of mindless fools, who would no sooner turn lead into gold as lift a hoof to help her.

I chuckled as I said that the captain of the guards would be providing her last meal. A white unicorn stallion with a blue mane sat behind the stage. He was captain of the guards, and a staunch defender of the realm.

A local strumpet was deep-throating his tool, in preparation for the upcoming event. When I called his name, the slutty mare relinquished his firm stallionhood as the captain marched on stage with military precision.

What few in the audience knew, was that the captain of the guards was the brother of the condemned. The stallion was fiercely loyal to the princesses, to the point of publicly shaming his sister.

I announced that before her execution, the monk would give suck to the captain of the guards. He would nourish her with a last meal of stallion seed before her soul would be plunged into the fiery depths of tartarus. The whore would then join her master and be forced to fellate the god of chaos for all eternity.

The mare raised her chin as I twisted the fork 90 degrees. I freed her mouth that she might be better able to service her brother. Her eyes met with the captain's. She timidly asked for her brother to help her. He gave his sister an icy stare. He called the scholar a whore and told her to be silent. Whatever spirit the purple unicorn had left was broken with those cutting words from her sibling.

The captain's eager member glistened in the afternoon sun. The mare protested and begged her brother to not do this vile deed. The captain ignored her and slapped her face. He acted as though he had no sister. As far as he was concerned, his younger sibling had died when she dared to question the princesses. All that stood before him now was a slut of chaos who needed to be punished and humiliated.

His precum coated her mouth as he pressed his cock head against her blistered lips. The captain thrust inside and began to fornicate his sister's throat. Her injured mouth was barely able to contain her brother's massive cock. The burns she sustained had removed her taste buds, prevented the mare from savoring the flavor of the captain's throbbing tool.

It was the first time the monk had ever performed fellatio. She was inexperienced to be sure; but after her recent rape, the mare had a general idea of what was required to make a stallion ejaculate.

At the captain screwed his sister's face with more force, her lip blisters began to burst from the rapid rubbings they received. Puss and other fluids erupted from her open sores, dripping down the mare's chin and further lubricating her sadistic sibling's shaft.

In spite of her brother making her suffer such a gross ignominy, the sister never attempted to bite down on his cock. The mare knew she was going to die and appeared to have resigned herself to her fate.

The scholar seemed to be getting more active in fellating the captain. In spite of the intense pain she was experiencing in her mouth, it was as though she wanted to make her brother happy before she died. Even if the stallion had been brainwashed to hate her now, she had been given the opportunity to pleasure him and had no intention of squandering it. The captain encouraged his sister, telling her to suck him harder like a slutty bitch.

I gazed out into the audience. Mothers were shielding their children's eyes from the perverse display. Young mares cried out in horror. Some of the more salacious stallions were stroking themselves in full public view. They had no shame; they knew all eyes would be on the stage anyways.

The wounds in her throat were opened anew as the firm shaft rubbed her mouth raw. Blood began to trickle from the corners of her lips as she desperately tried to make her brother cum. Amidst all of the commotion, the monk's punctured ass continued to leak blood from her gaping hole.

The captain of the guards continued to hammer himself down the mare's throat. His cock was coated with his sister's saliva and blood. The stallion felt a tingling in his balls and knew he was close.

The brother pulled his cock out of his sister's mouth. His shaft was coated a dark red color from her blood. As the captain pressed his twitching cock head against her puss-oozing lips, the sister suckled the stallion's tip like a foal at its mother's teat. The captain called the mare a whore and told her to enjoy her last meal as he ejaculated into her mouth.

A deluge of her brother's cum flooded the mare's mouth. The stallion let out a satisfied groan as he deposited his seed down his sister's bleeding throat.

The other stallions who had been pleasuring themselves in the audience also reached their climax when the captain came. They ejaculated their common seed onto the ground, or into the tails and manes of oblivious mares who were standing in front of them. I reveled in the perversity of it all.

The captain commanded the scholar to not spill any of his seed. She humbly complied by swallowing all of the stallion's sperm. When the captain pulled away from the mare, some in the audience cheered. The scholar looked pleadingly up at her brother and confessed that she still loved him and was sorry for shaming their family.

Not wanting to appear weak or sentimental towards a heretic, the brother spat in her eye and said he hoped she would burn slowly for her blasphemy. Her heart completely broken, the mare closed her eyes and began to wail loudly as a thin trail of blood ran down the corners of her mouth and onto the floor. The purple pony knew there was no solace left for her in this world.

In order to shut up the howling nuisance, I forcibly elevated her chin and repositioned the fork so its sharp tines once again restricted her speech. She stood there blubbering, unable to open her mouth as she watched her brother march off stage without giving her a second look.

With her last meal completed, the execution of the heretic could begin in earnest. She was marched off the stage and down towards the crowd.

A large pole had been erected amidst a pile of sticks. A rope was used to tie the mare's fore-hooves together, with the other end being attached to the top of the pole. She was forced to stand on her hind legs, facing the crowd, as her fore-hooves were raised over her head and the rope grew taught.

With her leaking ass and puss-oozing mouth, the scholar was truly a despicable sight. The crowd heaped scorn and ridicule on the monk as she moaned in pain, unable to open her mouth due to the fork.

To send a further message about the dangers of learning, the monk's room had been searched and all of her notes and scrolls chronicling the things she had studied were to be burned with her. The purple unicorn wept as she saw all of her books and parchments scattered before her.

Big bonfires were once used to burn heretics, until it was discovered that the condemned were dying too quickly from smoke inhalation. To rectify this problem, smaller fires are now used in order to prolong the suffering of blasphemers. I approached the mare while levitating a burning torch. I asked the scholar if she had any last words.

The mare tried to speak, but could only manage to say 'ah,' not wanting to impale her mouth on the fork. I chuckled at her feeble attempt to communicate and said mockingly that's what they all say. My joke elicited uproarious laughter from the crowd as I placed the torch on the books near her hind legs.

A loud 'MMMMM!' was heard as the heretic screamed without opening her mouth. The flames licked at her hooves as she wriggled like a worm on a hook. The writings were consumed in the fire almost instantly, and their author would soon follow them.

Most of the crowd in attendance looked on in horror, while several were eliciting a perverse delight from the proceedings. I know, because I was one of them.

The pain of her fiery death was more than the mare could tolerate. Disregarding the fork at her chin, the scholar let out a bloodcurdling scream, accented by the fact that the sharp tines had punctured the bottom of her mouth. Blood poured out of the two wounds in the underside of the purple pony's chin and ran down her chest as she screamed for water and pleaded for somepony to put the fire out.

A royal guard approached the fire and sat on his haunches. The guard asked in a mocking tone if the heretic was getting too hot and offered to cool her down. The lewd stallion then proceeded to relieve himself on the mare. His urine streaked up in an arc splashing against her coat and mane. The guard was careful to not accidentally put out the fire. The mare sputtered as the acrid piss filled her mouth and dribbled out the two holes made by the tines.

Wanting to join in the fun, other stallions encircled the fire and began pissing on the mare. Several streams hit her at once. All the stallions were careful to not extinguish the blaze, lest they be accused of sympathizing with the heretic. She shook her head violently, trying to shake off the stallion piss.

Due to the tines sticking through her chin, the mare was unable to close her mouth. This turned the pissing contest into a game, with stallions competing to see who could aim the most pee into her bleeding face hole. It was quite challenging as the mare refused to keep her head still. The stallion's stream had to follow her as she moved her open mouth left to right. I was doubled up with silent laughter and made a mental note to incorporate an event similar to this in this year's Blue Moon Saturnalia Games.

The monk was gargling urine and would have spat it out to try and put out the fire, but the fork prevented her from bending her neck down. Once all the stallion's bladders had been depleted, the strong stench of urine outweighed the smell of the fire and singed pony flesh.

The unicorn continued to burn for what must have felt like an eternity to her, but in actuality was only a couple of hours. In the end, the mare died of blood loss before the fire consumed her. If the monk had been in a more healthy condition when she was burned, she could've lasted much longer. I made a mental note to not torture the next heretic as severely in order to make her death more excruciating.

The scholar's stinking, charred corpse was hoisted up and left hanging in the public square for days. The birds of prey enjoyed having a cooked meal for once.

In spite of his outward bravado at the execution, the captain of the guards was subsequently wracked with guilt over how he treated his sister in her final hours. Unable to live with himself, the captain committed suicide shortly there after by throwing himself off the highest tower in the castle. The note he left behind was just five letters: 'B.B.B.F.F.' I spent the next few days selecting an appropriate replacement for the dearly departed captain.

As for the unicorn's purple horn? I kept it as a memento of my service to the princesses and the kingdom. As I said, being a prince comes with responsibilities. The secret to happiness lies in deriving pleasure out of the most menial of tasks.