the forgotten one

The stars shone brightly in the sky, their pale glow illuminating the marble cladding of the royal palace, their gleam being added to by Luna's moon, the combined celestial light causing the ivory exterior to gleam in the night sky, so that it might be visible for miles around, like a lighthouse, guiding ponies to the safe harbour that was sleep. To prince Blueblood it had another meaning entirely, power.

As he took another drag of his cigarette, he pondered what it would be like to have so much power. His aunts had been relatively relaxed with power in more recent years, but with Luna's return Celestia had begun to share duties again, not just with her fellow alicorns but also other members of the royal household.

Personally, he detested the tasks Celestia had set him, and they seemed like a waste of his skills, he knew nothing about gardening, yet Celestia in her infinite wisdom had seen it fit to make him head of the gardening committee. Letting the smoke escape his lips, Blueblood, let out a smug smirk, on the plus side at-least she was allowing him to feed again.

He had always found it funny, most citizens were blissfully unaware how Celestia and Luna maintained their youth, even princess Twilight and Cadence were oblivious to the best of his knowledge.On that note he took one final drag from his now diminished cigarette, and tossed it over the edge, watching the glowing ember slowly flutter to the ground below. Losing sight of it he turned around and returned to his royal suite ready to entertain his guest.

Closing the glass conservatory door, he then drew heavily embraided red curtain over the window, pausing for a moment to appreciate its quality, all the while a chorus of desperate mmphs came from behind him.Pulling the material taught, he was then satisfied that no wayward Pegasus would see what he was about to do.

"You can make as much noise as you like, no one will ever hear you, this room is magically sound proofed", he said as he turned to his unwilling company.

The bound mare tried to talk, but the ball-gag, firmly lodged in her mouth prohibited any form of communication except, muffled sounds of dissatisfaction.

"Let me fix that for you", said Blueblood calmly, as his horn lit up and the buckle holding the gag in place came loose.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you piece of shit, let me go right now, I will have you arrested for this..." she yelled at him.

Blah blah blah, Blueblood had heard it all before, first came the yelling, then the screaming then finally acceptance, and this mare would be no different. As she lay on his bed, legs bound he went over her form with his eyes, blocking out the protest like it was the buzzing of a mosquito, as that was all she was to him, nothing.

Everything about her was perfect, her spotless white fur contrasting well with the imperial purple mane and tail hair, even her deep blue eyes matching her diamond cutie marks that adorned her flanks.

Without saying a word, Blueblood slapped her across the face, the sudden pain causing her to recoil in horror, her neck trying to pull itself in like a scared turtle.

"Now listen Rarity, were going to play a game, nod once if you understand", he said his voice as calm as he could keep it knowing what was to come next.

"But my name isn't Rarity, its...", her reply cut off by another blow to the face.

"Your name is Rarity, and if you keep denying it, I will have to hurt you", replied blueblood in the most casual way, thinking nothing of striking the mare, he just hated when they didn't play along.

"Now what is your name?", he asked again this time the words sounding more like a threat then a question.

"Rarity" she whimpered tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"There's a good mare, was that so difficult", he said, as he unbuttoned his collar, casting the garment aside ready to begin.

"Now then I am going to ask you a series of questions, and you will answer them, do you understand Rarity?", he said as he leered over her.

"Uh-huh" she snivelled, just from her body langue Blueblood could tell she was about to start crying, her ears were pressed down, in stark contrast to the aggressive exterior she had put up when he had ungagged her.

No sooner had she let the noise out, Blueblood levitated a knife to her face, the sharp implement hovering lightly a few inches from her right eye.

"First question, are you sorry for humiliating me at the grand galloping gala", Blueblood asked, his voice remaining calm as he was at half-mast waiting for an answer.

"What" came the surprised response of the mare, followed by a scream of pain, as Blueblood cut a shallow gash across her chest, the cut not life threatening but sufficient to draw blood.

"I said are you sorry for humiliating me at the grand galloping gala" he said, repeating the question before using his magic to set up some place cards, which must have surprised the mare as she stopped mewling for a moment.

" Yes, I am so sorry, that a simple town pony humiliated you in-front of the other members of the royal family, can you forgive me", she bawled out, now terrified of what this mad aristocrat was going to do to her, causing her to stutter some words.

He paused not saying anything for a moment before he flipped the notes, giving her one more word.

"Darling" she finished as tears began to run down her face.

"Don't worry, I forgive you, but it will not save you from my wrath", he said the voice calm, but the spite he had for the mare, making him seethe with anger.

"Second question, how are you going to make it up to me" he asked, staring intensely upon the distraught mare, awaiting her response.

For a moment the mare, paused reading the Que card, not saying anything, clearly not wanting to say what was written, much to Blueblood's dissatisfaction.

"Read it" he yelled, the anticipation killing him.

Expecting to be hit, the mare spewed out the words as incoherent mess.

"What was that, I cannot hear you" Blueblood responded, slowly pressuring the knife towards her delicate blue eye, the orb now inflamed red by crying.

"I will allow you to pleasure yourself with my fabulous whore body", she wailed, a new waterfall of tears forming as she expected to be raped.

Blueblood loved this part, he was about to break her, she was close already, her perfect main now matted with a cold sweat, and the stench of terror was perspiring of her in droves, basting her tender flesh just like a Heartswarming eve turkey.

"Now which hole to start with", Blueblood said, coldly, his cock long since slipping free of its sheath, and was standing at attention, ready for use in this revenge rape.

"First you need to lube up, this should help you get nice and lubricated", said Blueblood, as he drew the knife away from the Rarity’s face, and placing the tip at the puckered star fish that was her anus. The sensitive tissue sensing the cold metal, began to clench to keep the blade out, as she began to beg in the vain hope he wasn't going to lacerate her lower bowels.

"Please, don't", she cried, her eyes shut tight, as she wailed in terror, then she wet herself.

" BUCK", Blueblood yelled, the sudden splash of yellow urine spraying his face, and breaking his fantasy. In his haste to get started, he had forgotten to cast the spell that would stop her doing that.

"Your stupid whore" he screamed, as he began to pound her head and torso with his hooves, until his white fur began to grow red with blood. In this flurry of violence, he came, his spitting cobra, spraying his sheets with his seed, as it mixed with the pooling blood on the white linen.

Suddenly feeling light headed, Blueblood fell forward landing onto of the still whimpering mare, her mind now thoroughly broken. Rolling to the side, he locked eyes with his failed lover, feeling nothing other than disdain for this useless mare, hit her one more time, this time she didn't react, and just lay here in a jibbering mass of quivering flesh.

"Why did you have to do that", whined Blueblood, a genuine sadness creeping into his normally arrogant tone, the only response he got was incomprehensible mumbling. It wasn't as if he cared for this mare, she was nothing but a magical meal to play with, it just upset him she broke his fantasy of what he was going to do to the real Rarity when she fell out of Celestia's good books.

Propping himself up, he looked at Rarity one last time, the fashionista was a mess, the blood coming from her nose running down her front staining the fur a grim crimson, and her breath was becoming irregular, more than likely from the head trauma he had given her.

Wiping his cock off, on her now rats-nest of tail, Blueblood seized her diamond marked hips with his hooves and using his magic, pulled her forward so that they were face to face, the mare now sitting on her haunches, wobbling slightly as his firm grasp held her in place.

Opening his maw, Blueblood locked lips with the mare, before with a creaky pop, his jaw dislocated, and the humid confides creeped slowly over the mare’s muzzle.Even with the mare thoroughly battered she tried to pull away, before a glowing aura surrounded her holding her in place, if blue bloods mouth wasn't currently occupied, he would have smiled he loved it when they struggle.

Pausing for a second the mare’s eyes, sparkled with hope, maybe this was just part of his deluded fantasy, she was probably thinking, but Blueblood had no intention of letting her go.Seeing this Blueblood simply moved his eyes to her horn, the white wand, encased in a magic retarding slime, the liquid had set like concrete and prevented her from fighting back, absorbing any magical charge she might have tried to fire in self-defence.

Eyeing the horn for a moment, Blueblood gave it a solid yank, the white bone shattering like a glass sculpture, the vast amount coming away as a solid piece but releasing a spray of smaller fragments, leaving a stubby nub where the oblong structure once sat. In response the mare let out a scream of pain, which came out as little more than a stifled yelp, the exclamation causing a pleasurable vibration in Bluebloods throat.

With that obstacle removed, Blueblood leaned forwards, his lips crawling over Rarity's weeping eyes, the salty liquid adding to this mare’s exquisite blend of flavours. although she had failed at being his Rarity, she was more than tasty enough, her perspiration giving her a salty flavour, mixed in with the coppers taste of her blood, as well as some fruit he could not recall that had been part of her shampoo.

Reaching her quivering ears, he felt her muzzle touch the back of his throat, the pulsating tunnel of flesh, holding fast for a moment before relenting, to the parting of a few thick saliva strands. with a gentle nudge the throat seized her snout and with a strong tug pulled her head into its dark undulating embrace, pressing her ears flat to her head as saliva began to pool within them.

Arriving at Rarity’s fore legs he reached his first real obstacle, the though small shoulder blades were too wide for his mouth to stretch over, but he had a lot of practice with a lot of meals, and again using his magic, he dislocated both legs to several squelching pops, and howls of pain from the pony that would soon entirely be within him.

With Rarity much more malleable, she slid in much more quickly, his mouth hovering over her navel and coming to rest at the curve of her hips, the mares head sitting somewhere just below his sternum, her head not yet passing through the sphincter and instead compressing his stomach down into his bowels.

For a few awkward moments, he thought he might have to regurgitate his meal, but with a sudden shift he felt the sphincter open, and the mare slither in. At this point it was all downhill from here, and he simple relaxed his gullet and let Rarity enjoy her last water slide, the long swallow dragging the unicorn down until about half of her purple tail, and the frogs of her rear hooves remained to be ingested.

Placing his hoof on her twitching hind hooves, Blueblood gave then a soft push sending them down to join their owner, leaving a short length of purple tail to slowly be slurped down like an oversized noodle. His meal complete Blueblood let out a loud burp, making him glad that this room was sound proof lest prying ears catch him being so uncouth.

"Thanks for this excellent late-night entrée, my dear, I will be sure to make good use of your magic", said Blueblood as he placed his hoof on the fidgeting bulge he assumed to be the mares head, trying to comfort her in her last moments. Waiting a few seconds to see if he would get a response, he got nothing. Seeing that Rarity had resigned herself to her fate, he let out a wet burp, causing the flesh on his belly to tighten slightly, highlighting the curled-up form of the unicorn mare within.Her weak wriggling growing more intense for a moment, before a few wild thrashes occurred, and with that she at last went still, after finally expiring in the tight confides of the growling stomach.

Letting out one more burp, Blueblood released whatever air her lungs had been transporting and rolling onto his belly spooned with the corpse in his gut. His still erect penis finding its way between Rarity's still soft buns, and with a few hard thrusts he was coming again the white fluid blending in with his fur on his extreme beer belly, getting one last fuck out of the now deceased pony.

After letting out one final load, he passed out and drifted into sleep, secretly hoping Luna was watching his lewd dreams, brought on by this sleep coma as he digested this hefty lump of pony meat in his belly. His stomach already working overtime to process this meaty meal into an easy to process chyme.

SCAT SCENE (to skip search for the word platypus)

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Dong, Dong, Dong.

The loud chiming of the bells of an antique grandfather clock kicked Blueblood back into the waking world.

"UURGE", he groaned, not feeling like waking up, but the monotonous sounds of the bell persist, and he rolled out of bed, the bulge in his belly greatly reduced, no longer looking like it held a pony and instead was a small amount of pudge, like a pregnant mare.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Blueblood was met with a sharp but familiar pressure in his lower bowel, the mare had finished processing, and was ready to be let out.

Getting up he felt the crusty remains of last night’s escapades, a combination of dried semen and blood flaking off his front as he moved across the room, on his trek to his personal washroom.Planting himself down on his personal throne, he felt his bowels loosen and with a rank, bassy fart he felt the first log crown.

Straining for a moment, he felt the log push its way past the taught rim of his anus, its knobbly structure not just simulating his anus but also knocking against his prostate, causing his stallion meat to raise in anticipation for a possible stimulation that wasn't going to come, at least not at this current time.

Clenching his anus, he felt the log shear and drop into the bowl below, this let the floodgates lose, and following in the slip stream was a quick succession of rolling turds, each one easily sliding out symbolic of a healthy digestion.The rugged brown anal loaves, had a consistent texture, with no evidence of its former pony status, but the occasions clump of hair or lose tooth adding further stimulation as the logs fell free from his flanks, before with one final squeeze and a grunt he was finished.

Considering the contents of the porcelain bowl, he was proud of his work, the bowl was filled with uniform brown logs, their surfaces speckled with small bone fragments and teeth, and were filled with scattered clumps of white and long purple hairs, their colour slightly of brown in colour after being scrubbed by his lower bowel.

platypus

Wiping and flushing, Blueblood left the washroom and rolled back into bed, it was a Sunday, and he didn't feel like doing anything, except curl back up in his blankets and sleep in until the servants called him for dinner.Just before slipping off to sleep, he remembered that he had to pen a letter, begrudgingly he got up and walked over to his writing desk.

Dabbing his quill in a rich black ink, he began to write.

"Thank you for sending the mare, your spells are getting better, the issue that she doesn't think she is Rarity persists, and needs revision, if you wish to maintain my patronage. All in all, though, I am very happy with your services so far, please continue your current levels of discretion and I will send word when I require another mare.

yours the right Honourable Prince Blueblood".

And with that he sealed and stamped the letter, before casting a spell to send it to his supplier, he didn't know where he got the mares from, but his spell was improving, and they weren't missed, so unless his aunt wanted him to stop adding their magic to his own, this would probably be a long and healthy business agreement.

And with that, he rolled back to be, and soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the day when he could add the real Rarity to his flanks.