Official Royal Fucktoy

Official Royal Fucktoy

By

Wolftamer54

Prologue: Frustration

Princess Celestia sighed and rubbed her temple with a hoof. ‘Will this day never end?’ she thought exasperatedly as yet another pony shambled off after a tiresome meeting. The wizened old stallion could barely walk on knobbly knees, and needed some help through the large doors to the throne room.

“Uh, there you go, sir,” the royal guard said, holding the door open as wide as it would go.

“Well thanks, sonny, I don’t exactly have the physique I used to,” the stallion wheezed, peering through his thick eyebrows at the guard before continuing down the hall. His place was soon taken by a familiar snow-white stallion, curly blonde mane spilling over his eyes.
Celestia groaned as Blueblood trotted up to her throne, knowing that she was in for another torturously long session of whining.

“Celestia! I demand an explanation for this unspeakable turn of events!” he cried, with an expression as though the world was ending. “For whatever reason, it seems as though the chefs are no longer allowing me access to the kitchens! What gives those lowly servants authority to turn away me, a prince?!”

Celestia straightened up in her throne and glared down at him with an expression of nothing but contempt. “That would be my authority, Prince Blueblood,” she said cooly.

Blueblood tried to object, but Celestia held up a hoof to silence him. “Do not interrupt me. I decided to revoke your entrance to the kitchen after the debacle at the last Grand Galloping Gala. If I recall, the chefs told me that you had visited the kitchen every day for nearly two weeks before the party, each day taking another item. Unable to object to “The Prince”, they were forced to leave the matter be. Until the night of the Gala, however, where it transpired that you had already taken almost half the food!”

Celestia paused her tirade to draw in a quick breath before continuing. “Finally disgusted with all the complaints about the lack of nourishment they finally came to me with news of your behavior! So, Prince Blueblood, I issued the order for you to not be allowed near the kitchens again. Do I make myself clear?”

“But I’m hungry!” Blueblood protested, stomping his hoof angrily.

“Then go buy your own food! You are an adult, are you not? Or do you insist on acting like a foal?” Celestia said sharply, leaning forward to look him in the eye.

“I would never! It is unbecoming of a Prince to have to prepare meals for himself!” Blueblood huffed.

“Then you’ll simply have to wait until the proper mealtime, just like everypony else! And you will eat only what you are served,” Celestia said with finality.

“You can’t do this to me! I am royalty!” Blueblood squealed, shaking with rage.

“But I am the Princess. I can do whatever I please. Now, leave my sight or I will have you carried out,” Celestia declared, her tone icy cold.

Recognizing defeat, Blueblood sulked his way out of the throne room, making sure to glare at everypony and everything he passed. The guards still opened the door for him, but as soon as they had shut it behind him, both guards collapsed into fits of laughter.

“Oh, that was great. Faust, I wish he had tried to push it. I’d really like to have seen the ‘carried out’ option,” one giggled.

“Yeah. Mr. ‘I Am Royalty’. Did he really forget who he was talking to?” the other said.

But Celestia did not share their mirth. For all the show she had put on, the encounter had left her more agitated and tired than ever. She did not feel like the powerful and feared ruler of Equestria as she slumped backwards into her throne. Even then, the hard stone and gem chair only served to heighten her discomfort.

“Faust, I need something else to do.” she thought, her mind casting around for any activity that might relieve her of some of her stress. The answer came in an unexpected way.

As the two guards continued laughing at the Prince’s expense, a new pony had entered the throne room, a familiar pink and gold mare, Celestia’s ‘niece’ Cadance. She was quick to gain the attention of one of the guards, a snow-white stallion. Rapidly returning to attention and trying to appear responsible, he looked slightly nervous as she whispered in his ear. His expression softened, and quickly grew eager. As they chatted, the other guard struggled to keep a straight face, but was clearly having difficulty. Unfortunately for him, Cadance’s tail was waving her alluring scent right into his face, but he didn’t have the benefit of acting on his instincts at that moment. As her nose twitched slightly, the stallion knew that Celestia could smell the strong, unmistakable scent of a mare in heat as well. Both she and Cadance wore a smirk as they noticed both guards struggling to hide their rapidly growing erections.

“Oh yes, I think I have the perfect idea,” Celestia thought to herself, smiling triumphantly.