A sky chariot came and took them from the roof of the old castle that housed the secret facility. They flew to an EUP Navy frigate floating off the coast of Turkey. Trenderhoof leaned against Blueblood’s side during the flight, feeling his massive rib cage rise and fall against his cheek. When they landed, he was swept away from Blueblood — a doctor set his broken nose, a couple of gruff pegasi debriefed him, someone gave him food, and coffee, and then they showed him to a private cabin, where we took a bath, poured himself a very stiff drink, and laid down on the bed.

He drifted along the edge of sleep, the boat’s gentle motion rocking him side to side, trying to make sense of things. Something about today didn’t quite add up, but he couldn’t quite put his hoof on it. He sighed, finished his whiskey, and set the glass on the bedside table. He was too tired and too traumatized to make sense of it. He has to… Something… something… turkeys… something… Blueblood’s cock…

He was awakened by the sound of the cabin door opening. Hooves thumped on the wooden floor and paused near the foot of his bed. Trenderhoof inhaled. Blueblood’s scent. Unmistakable. His cock began to stir in its sheath. Stupid cock. Blueblood was bad for him, but his body knew what it wanted.

Trender was wearing a little green, fuzzy robe. Blueblood untied the belt, and let it slide down Trenderhoof’s flanks. Trender's cock inched its way up his belly, pulsing as it did. The bed creaked — Blueblood was on it. And on him. He laid his cock alongside Trender’s. The massive pink shaft dwarfed his. Fuck, Blueblood’s balls were touching his, and his flare was resting on his bottom rib. Trender arched his back involuntarily, and let out a soft moan.

“I knew you were awake,” sneered Blueblood. “You’re a hungry little commoner slut, aren’t you?”

“It’s so big,” said Trenderhoof, twisting to grind the belly of his cock against Trender’s.

“Mmmm. It is, isn’t it? How does your face feel?”

“Terrible,” said Trender, with perfect honesty. “Absolutely horrible.”

“If I wanted to be especially cruel,” said Blueblood, “I would use your face. Imagine it. My cock thrusting between your lips. Every motion sending spears of agony through your pretty, wounded muzzle. Your little sissy body pinned under me, powerless to do anything until I finish. And I’m quite tired. I might take rather a long time.”

“No…” whispered Trender, his eyes snapping open. He stared up at Blueblood’s psychotic-boy-next-door grin, wondering if he’d actually do something that horrible.

“Beg,” said Blueblood, rubbing his cock lazily against Trender’s. “Beg me to fuck you up the ass, instead.”

Trender reached up to stroke Blueblood’s fluffy white chest placatingly. “Please. Up the ass. Please don’t hurt me. You can ruin my ass. I’ll love it.”

Blueblood licked his lips. “Tell me I can do it dry. It will probably hurt less than fucking your broken snout. Probably.”

Trender made a choking noise. That would hurt. A lot. “Please. You can go in dry. Don’t hurt my face.” He felt a tear trickle through the fur of his cheek.

Blueblood laughed. “I’m only having fun with you, toy. Fucking that pretty face-pussy of yours in your current state might permanently disfigure you, and I can’t have that. And if I went in dry before your ass has been fully trained, I’d probably kill you. Mind you all the lube I could find is this bottle of olive oil from the galley, but it will have to do.”

He levitated the bottle over and drizzled golden, fragrant oil across this pulsing tube. They used an almost entirely full bottle; lots of it got into Trender’s soft brown fur and onto his cock as he worked it into Blueblood’s cock with his hooves. Blueblood groaned happily and slid the shaft back off Trender’s belly. He dragged the flare over Trender’s balls, and stuffed it in between his buttocks, grinding against the tiny bud of his ponut.

“Good little toy,” purred Blueblood. “Now open for your master. Or do I need to batter my way inside?

Trenderhoof gulped and spread his hind legs as wide as they’d go. He bore down as hard as he could, opening his ass as wide as it would go. He was an experienced anal slut, but he’d never encountered anything like Blueblood's dick before. The tried not to tense up as that battering ram-like flare pushed against his plothole and forced its way inside. It hurt a little when the flare popped through, but once the shaft was inside he just felt a wonderful, aching fullness.

Blueblood’s handsome face grew slack with pleasure as he felt himself enveloped by Trender’s body. “Oh yes. You tight little whore. You have such a lovely little ponut. So tight. So silky!”

Trenderhoof closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Blueblood’s cock pushing deeper and deeper into him. His medial ring plucked at the ring of Trender’s ponut and then pushed inside. Trender bit his lower lip. That was the good stuff. Sure enough, when those big pink balls started slapping against his ass, the medial ring hit the special spot inside of him.

“Fuck!” shouted Trenderhoof, hooves flailing at Blueblood's chest. “Fuck me harder!”

Blueblood sneered, clearly angered by Trender’s impertinence. He slammed his lean hips forward with every word, apparently not realizing that he was giving Trender exactly what he wanted. “You… do… not… give… me… orders!”

Trender gasped, unable to reply. He loved the massive, beautiful body moving over him, and the leg-like cock re-arranging his guts. It didn't matter if the pony they belonged to was evil, psychotic, or both. In fact, that knowledge only contributed to his pleasure. Blueblood might be a bad pony, but he was his bad pony. Pleasure burned through his body. He bucked under Blueblood, and his cock began spurting, spraying across his own chest and the top of his belly. Blueblood, impressed by this filthy and humiliating display of lust, whinnied and thrust into Trender so hard it started pushing him across the bed. He tried to say something, probably about the deficiencies of impertinent commoner sluts, but it just came out as babbling nonsense. His hips trembled wildly. Trender felt drops of royal drool plop onto his face, even as he felt the cock pulsing into him, spraying an enormous load of cum into his guts.

They lay there, panting, Blueblood slumped over Trender. There was no cuddling, and no conversation — Blueblood was done with him. When he had caught his breath, Blueblood slid his hose out of Trenderhoof’s ass and went to draw himself a bath.

As Trenderhoof lay there, feeling cheap but satisfied, a cold realization crept into his heart. He knew what Blueblood had done.

Blueblood stepped out of the cabin’s small bathroom, rubbing himself down with a towel.

“You used me as bait,” said Trenderhoof.

Blueblood raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”

“You didn’t know how to get close to Arsine. So when you saw me in the Bazaar, you had an idea — when your name showed up on a vice report, you knew Arsine would take an interest.”

“He is very thorough and very good at his job. No. I’m sorry. He was very good at his job,” said Blueblood with a smirk.

“He couldn’t arrest you, but he could arrest me. And somehow, you followed me.”

“A tracking spell, deep inside of you. Permanent, I’m afraid”

Trenderhoof found that he was shaking. “You’re a monster.”

Blueblood shrugged. “In retrospect, I regret endangering you, but how was I to know you’d be such a wonderful toy? Anyway, it was for the greater good, was it not?’

“Get out of my room.”

“Very well. If I need you, I know where to find you.” Blueblood sauntered out the cabin door and shut it behind him.

Trenderhoof rolled over onto his side and sobbed into a pillow.

Author's Note

And that's part one. Big warning to my few monosexual readers, next chapter will probably involve an M/F/F scene. After that chapter, we'll probably head off to Neighpon. Barely legal kirin prostitutes ahoy!