Author's Note

Contains: Just a simple stallion turning the tables on a rich unicorn

Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh)

“And as you watch this little trick, I’m sure you’ll become a bit more… agreeable to my terms.”

Blueblood dangled a golden pocket watch above the table between himself and Big Mac, allowing it to sway back and forth in his magic as he lifted it to the earth pony’s face.

Big Macintosh’s green eyes naturally followed the movement of the watch, to which Blueblood smirked at the lesser pony’s immediate lack of resistance. He would have laughed if it wouldn’t have thrown the entire mood off. So, he just settled for letting the watch sway in between their gazes as he readied his greatest weapon.

“You see, it’s easy to be agreeable when watching a watch like this drift back and forth before your eyes.” Blueblood’s sonorous voice crooned, drawing out each word commandingly as his will pressed against Big Mac’s own. “And a voice like mine? You can’t help but… obey, correct? Nod that dumb little head of yours if you agree.”

Blueblood nodded, a motion that Big Macintosh mirrored soon after. Blueblood’s focus was on keeping the golden watch swaying back and forth, so he couldn’t see the look on the dense stallion’s face. But he was sure it looked positively delectable.

“Good, good. Now that you’re dropping so deeply into delicious obedience, perhaps we can get this mess sorted.” Eyes never leaving the pocket watch’s sway, Blueblood slid a paper across the table. “You will sign this contract. And then you can kiss my feet in apology for being so very difficult.”

“Nope.”

Blueblood blinked, the sway of the pocket watch faltering momentarily as the sheer simplicity of the denial caught him off guard. He was so thrown off, both by the word and by getting the sway back on tempo, that it allowed Big Macintosh a moment to respond.

And he laughed, a low and slow sound that was more charming than mocking. “You fancy folks all think y’all can come on down and try to pull one over on us simple folk.” The stallion’s voice was deep, low, and commanding as it entered Blueblood's ears. “But it ain’t too hard to see you’re losin’ focus. Too busy listening to yourself, you don’t even realize you’re dropping with a snap.”

A finger snap punctuated Big Mac’s sentence, Blueblood’s head drooping as if dozing off in his chair.

A spark of resistance still shone in his bright blue eyes despite this, though those same eyes still tracked the golden pocket watch he held aloft. “C-commoners like you should-”

“Rich folks like you should just shut up.” Big Macintosh snapped again, temper briefly flaring. “None of y’all ever worked a damn day in your life, so how’s about we change that? How about you work like a ‘commoner’ on the farm and make some of your own money for once? Sound good?”

“S-sounds horrible!” Blueblood whimpered, his voice small and weak. “You can’t just-”

Big Macintosh snapped again.

And the golden watch clattered to the table, scooped up in Big Mac’s large hand as he stowed it away in his pocket.

“Now, you can get this back when you’ve earned it back. Until then?” A sly and malicious smirk grew across his face as he kicked off his boots. “Go on and kiss my feet. On account of you bein’ so ‘difficult’.”