“You’ve come to see me again. I’ll admit, I’m surprised. I had the distinct impression you didn’t much care for how our last meeting went.” The silky voice was both irritating in its poshness as it was exhilarating in its power. Of all the ponies he knew, it was the self-assured prince of pleasure that could bring this side of him out at any time.
Gathering his wits, he realized he had approached this all wrong. His lust-addled brain brought him here straight from being shunted aside by that contemptible purple alicorn. But one did not simply set hoof into the prince’s informal court without expecting to pay a price.
“Princess Twilight has made a fool of me in front of Princess Celestia. I’ve never felt so powerless.” Even admitting it made him cringe. The fact that it was in shameful pleasure instead of plain shame just made it all the more degrading.
The prince was unfazed, tossing his blonde mane and batting his blue eyes. “I don’t meddle in the affairs of friendship. I meddle even less in the affairs of my aunt. So if you expect me to go to bat for you just because you’ve entertained me ever so slightly—“
“N-no, that isn’t what I’m here for.” Chancellor Neighsay straightened his cape and gathered his wits. “When I feel this way, I need to release the pressure, so to speak.”
Blueblood snorted. “Look, I was as surprised as you were to find out that your kink was submission, but you have to admit the age gap between us is quite impressive. And I’m not just some sort of dom for hire, so unless you can offer me something...”
He left the end of the sentence hanging. Neighsay looked at everything but Blueblood’s eyes. He didn’t want to know that Blueblood knew what he was about to say. It was all he had to offer, after all. The lush and luxurious furnishings of the prince’s private quarters hid a simmering saucepan of salaciousness underneath. “No safe word. Do what you want to me.”
Blueblood’s ears pricked forward. “You can’t be serious. You’re the Chancellor of the Equestrian education system. A powerful unicorn with extensive magical knowledge. Could you really submit fully, even to me?”
“I am at your command, Master.” The usually cool and well-kept unicorn was very hot and bothered by the silence that grew between them after that statement. If there was one thing he thought he could count on, it was Blueblood’s need to be in control. The prince’s passion for painful pleasures. Would he so willingly cast aside a pony who would give him total control?
Neighsay looked up as Blueblood stood. The brief eye contact made the prince’s mind for him. The blue eyes found the weakness in his turquoise gaze. “Keep your eyes down, Neighsay, you pathetic slug.”
Hurriedly, he cast his eye back down. This little obedience emboldened his chosen dominant. “Take off that ridiculous cape. You look like some evil sorcerer from a foal’s tale. You ridiculous shithead.”
The swearing made Neighsay’s flattened ears rise in indignation, but he undid the clasp and let the cape fall behind him. He tucked his tail close between his hind legs.
“You spindly-legged pencil-pusher. This is what I have to work with? I topped you once before in the dark and let me just say it is preferable to seeing your wrinkly flank in the harsh, unforgiving light.” The prince’s withering assessment of his physical characteristics only sent the blood flowing more quickly to that place he’d rather not mention.
“Lift your filthy tail, show me what I really have to work with. I can only hope your ass is more impressive than your face.” Blueblood stood directly behind him, impatiently waiting for him to reveal his most private of places. The humiliation was enough to leave him near panting with need, but also so keen he had to look at something, anything to take his mind off of his shame.
Neighsay’s eyes connected with the unmistakable gaze of Princess Celestia. He nearly gasped, until he realized it was a very convincing portrait hung on the wall just at Celestia’s proper height. Even just imagining Celestia watching him nearly made him lose control right there and then.
Blueblood’s hoof smacked against his flank and Neighsay was brought back into reality. Slowly, he lifted his tail until it no longer obstructed the view of Neighsay’s gray puckered orifice.
“Unsheath yourself too, you feckless cunt.” The words were uttered so close to him that Neighsay could feel Blueblood’s breath against his clenching sphincter. Almost so quickly that he didn’t even have to think about it, he released his modestly sized appendage from its cover. The lustful need for such humiliation made all four of his knees weak. His body trembled as Blueblood’s steady breath fell upon his sensitive nethers.
Blueblood walked around to face the Chancellor head-on. Neighsay’s eyes were glued to the floor, until the prince grabbed him roughly by the goatee and jerked his head up. “Place your chin on the ground, but keep you ass in the air, you ugly whore.”
Doing as instructed, Neighsay shuddered as Blueblood grabbed the dock of his tail and pulled his ass higher. Neighsay’s hind hooves were practically on their tips. The a flash of golden light filled the room and Neighsay felt a curious empty feeling in his bowels.
“It might please you to know that I am not interested nor turned on in any way by the crude functions of the gastrointestinal system. Then again, if you are curious to explore such filth, I might recommend a few nobles who would be eager to acquaint you with such wastefulness.” Blueblood’s voice was dispassionate, almost clinical. “The spell I just used cleaned you out, so to speak. I may plow indiscriminately in my journey to sow my wild seeds, but that doesn’t mean I like to get my hooves dirty. Or any other part of me.”
His hooves were the next thing to touch Neighsay. They massaged his flanks, teasing at his back entrance as another golden glow lit the room. Blueblood levitated the bottle of lubricant in front of Neighsay’s face, lingering just long enough so that the chancellor knew what was coming. Then the bottle was whisked away over his head and to his behind. He heard the snap of the lid opening, and felt the cold gel fall on his upturned ass.
In so quiet a voice he barely heard it himself, Neighsay asked, “what do you intend to do to me?”
“Well, the last time we fooled around you were quite exceptionally drunk. In fact, I almost called it a night before I ever laid a hoof near your withered withers. But then you begged me to demean and defile you. Even brought me my favorite brush so I could spank you sober.” Neighsay remembered the pain and the pleasure of their first time together. “So I’m sure you’re well acquainted with where my mind tends to go when I see somepony so willing. But, you’ve put me in such a creative position that I feel like taking some artistic liberties.”
Before Neighsay could wonder what that meant, he felt the full brunt of Blueblood’s erection slide into him at once. His own voice sounded foreign to him, so inscrutable were the noices coming from his own mouth.
“Well, your morals may be as loose as a diamond dog in heat, but your asshole is one tight bitch,” Blueblood remarked. “Speaking of bitches, let’s go for a little walk shall we? Over to the coffee table.”
His prince’s prong still shoved inside, Neighsay crawled over to the coffee table. “Go ahead, up you get you little slut.” Obliging, Neighsay set his face down on the wood and moaned pitifully.
“Turn over, and mind your legs. Kicking me even accidentally will not be tolerated.” Neighsay groaned as he carefully rolled over, Blueblood shifting inside him as the lubricant allowed. Now on his back, Neighsay shamefully closed his eyes.
“None of that, look at me!” Blueblood ordered. Slowly opening his eyes, Neighsay dabbed at his cheeks to stem the flow of tears at the shame and pain of it all.
“This was all to teach you who’s pleasure I’m really after. My own. But since you’ve pleased me so far...” Blueblood lit his horn.
The golden glow emanated from his horn as well as from below Neighsay’s belt-line. He thought at first the prince had added magic to their coupling, but as he felt the sensation of undulating pressure around his own reproductive organs, he looked down to see himself covered in the glow of Blueblood’s magical grip.
Blueblood’s hips shifted and suddenly everything felt too good. The intensity ebbed, and Neighsay looked to see Blueblood’s smirk. “I take it that you like having my attention? But what feels better? My magic, or this?” The ‘or this’ was punctuated by Blueblood hips bucking forward again. Again, the intense pleasure filled him from somewhere deep inside.
“Oh, I think I have my answer. Now I want you to beg me.” Blueblood stopped moving his hips and teased his magic grip along the length of Neighsay’s shaft until he concentrated on the head, toying with the opening.
“Oh, please don’t stop. Don’t stop!” Neighsay begged.
“What do you want and be specific!” Blueblood yelled.
Neighsay cried out wantonly. “I want you to...to ram your shaft in my slutty asshole. Rut me like the bitch I am!”
The glow disappeared. Blueblood began to thrust in earnest, but it seemed the prince of pleasure would not be so easily satisfied. “Take that pathetic prick of yours in your hooves. Jerk that little thing until I tell you to stop.”
Neighsay obeyed, taking his stiff rod in both hooves and going to town on it. The deep feeling of pleasure was bubbling up to his surface. Just as the peak was nigh, Blueblood grabbed both of Neighsay’s hooves and pinned them magically above his head.
“Please, Master...so...close!” Neighsay begged.
“No.” Blueblood said simply as he pulled out.
Neighsay moaned and panted as his body twitched and the heat began to cool. “Please, Master, please release me.”
“I will, but I want you to hold your hind legs up. Understand? Leave the little stiffy alone for now.” Neighsay moaned again, the thought of not being able to finish here and now was almost too much to bear.
Neighsay nodded. “Yes, Master.” His front hooves released, he reached down and lifted up his hind legs, presenting his tail hole and erect rod for Blueblood’s appraisal.
He felt himself rise up from the table, as his entire body glowed gold. Blueblood brought Neighsay into another room as Neighsay held himself up. Blueblood set him back down on the bed and surveyed the scene before him.
“I’m spoiling you.” Blueblood finally decided. He sat at the head of the bed and slapped Neighsay with his tool. “Get over here and show me some appreciation. It’s hard to keep stuff when I have to look at your face.”
Turning over, Neighsay brought himself to Blueblood’s lap. Hesitating, Blueblood slapped him in the face. “I don’t like repeating myself.”
Gulping, Neighsay took a breath and plunged himself down into Blueblood’s lap. The length was considerably more intimidating up close and personal. At least up his ass he only was somewhat aware of the factors at play. Now as his gag reflex protested, Neighsay was distinctly aware of every curve, bump, and wrinkle between Blueblood’s head and balls.
Having never sucked another stallion off before, Neighsay was left to his imagination as to how to best please the prince. Fortunately for him, what he lacked in experience he made up for in exhuberance. He took care to avoid grazing the prince with his teeth, ignored his gag reflex as he took the prince all the way down, and brought his tongue into play as often as he could.
He felt a tug on his hair and suddenly Neighsay’s mouth was free once more. A sudden jet of something warm and wet struck him in the eye and Neighsay realized with horror that the prince was ejaculating on his face. Of course, with his mouth still open, he caught his fair share for his tasting displeasure.
“Don’t spit, you’ll insult me gravely.” Neighsay’s stomach turned as he closed his mouth and swallowed.
A flash of gold later and a black object floated by and landed on the foot of the bed. “Go amuse yourself as I take a little break.”
“Sir?” Neighsay asked as he looked at the intimidating fake length lying on the covers.
“Don’t make me repeat—“
“Sorry, sir, I meant in my ass or in my mouth?” Neighsay asked meekly.
“One first then the other. You’ll notice I didn’t give you any lubricant, so use your brain, you lust-filled idiot.” Blueblood’s scorn drove Neighsay’s ears down to his scalp.
“Of course, Master.” He made sure to stay facing Blueblood as he fellated the ersatz erection. Satisfied that he’d sufficiently sucked on it, he stuck it pointed up at his puckered hole. Maintaining his eye contact, Neighsay lowered himself down incrementally. Finally, he hit his balls on the rubber replica’s base and waited to adjust.
“Mmm, your face is priceless,” Blueblood remarked. “Come closer and lie down on your back.”
Doing as instructed, Neighsay waited with his legs up as Blueblood shifted to take hold of the bottom of the dildo. At first the prince seemed content to make it slow and steady, but eventually he quickened his pace until Neighsay felt ready to pull his mane out. “Jerk off again.”
Ready to finally burst loose, Neighsay took himself in hoof and once more set out to reach the top of the mountain. Just as he felt the mountain was more of a molehill, he felt Blueblood’s magic pull his hooves away again. Not only that, but suddenly there were ropes that secured his forehooves to the bedposts.
“Noooo!” He moaned.
“Shut up!” Blueblood whipped out the dildo, slipped himself back in and lifted Neighsay’s hips up as he drove down. Neighsay’s own dick dripped down into his face, so tantalizingly close to his own mouth and yet so far away.
In spite of Blueblood’s order, Neighsay moaned and panted. His need drove him so powerfully but he couldn’t climax! Just as he resigned himself to misery, he felt that golden touch once more. Crying out in victory, Neighsay once more tasted the essence of stallion, but this time it was his own. The amount spurting out surprised even himself as it struck him time and again until it dribbled out the last drop. Blueblood finally let out a moan of his own as he came inside of his submissive partner.
Spent, they lay beside each other but not touching.
“Next time,” Blueblood promised as he panted. “I won’t go so easy on you.”
Author's Note
What the hell did I just write?
Why the hell am I up so early in the morning writing porn?
And why did it take me all this time to go from “Fuck Chancellor Neighsay” to “Somepony needs to fuck Chancellor Neighsay”?
