Midnight and the Prince

When the Knights of Chaos were defunct, Midnight may or may not have gone into a great deal of depression. She’d wake up mornings, noticing neither Vera nor Dusk were home most of the time. Even when they were home, she didn’t talk to them. She’d spend time with Ember on rare occasions, and she’d go out to the gym for some rounds of kickboxing, but it all just seemed to be there. She couldn’t even game. Her home console, her VR system, even her portables were collecting dust. She didn’t even want to watch movies anymore.

With some money in the bank and no real options for anything else sounding good, Midnight decided to go on vacation. Even if she wanted to distance herself from gaming, she decided she liked the fashion and the vibe of Manehattan. It had a wonderful theater and a library she wished to pursue at some point.

It felt somewhat refreshing to be away from everything. She didn’t need to worry about when her siblings would get home or walk in her masturbating to her ASMR; don’t judge. Midnight felt so nice in her suite, she even watched a few of her childhood favorite movies and ate copious amounts of ice cream.

Desserts did nothing for her belly, and room service sounded too easy, so she went out. It didn’t take her long to find a restaurant that seemed nice enough. As she entered the front, there seemed to be some kind of commotion. There was a unicorn man standing at the front counter and all of the girls around him seemed to gawk and drool over him. It was to the point where Midnight was ashamed to even be the same gender as these knobs.

She got a look at the man, and while he was very handsome with his aquamarine fur and slick, bright green mane, this level of tongue wagging was setting them back years.

“Sil vou plait, I am only here to dine before my appointment in two hours. I am limited on time. Could I please be shown to a table?” He asked and the girls all began to squeal.

“But it’s you! Sir, I can’t tell you what an honor it is to have you here. If you’ll give us just a moment, we can give you our VIP room!” The hostess said as her counterparts began to nod.

“Yes, can you please sign my chest?” She asked, thankfully, she didn’t flash him her modest breasts, or else Midnight would have stepped in with a chewing. It was to the point where she was starting to feel for this man.

“Listen, I do not wish to impose on anyone and I do not want special treatment. I am here to feed my belly. That is all.” He sighed. His suit was quite nice, and not very flashy. It was a simple dark gray with a light blue undershirt that Midnight quite liked. His style was cool, it seemed.

“Look, if I register it under my name, can I get a regular table and let him sit with me? I like the smell of this place and I’d like to try it, if you don’t mind. I think he’d like to try it too.” Midnight burst in on the conversation, trying to gain up some sort of communication that they would register.

The man looked at her with some astonishment, even muttering the words, “Mon dieu…” He looked at her from head to hoof, as if to confirm something. The stallion unicorn turned back toward the hostess and the rest of the staff with a very similar expression as Midnight’s.

It took no time at all for them to show them to a table that was out of the way and it was clear that the Prince’s smile was genuine. At first, she thought he may have been checking out her curves. Her large breasts were quite perky that morning and dress she wore was semi-formal, but showed off quite a bit of leg, while the blouse showed her bust quite well.

The stallion was, however, gazing toward her face a little, but not to the level of discomfort. It was, however, noticeable.

“Do I know you?” Midnight asked, suddenly seeming to recall his colors. It suddenly dawned on her, as she had seen a small boy online, when she was younger, playing Demonhoof one, and beating the whole game with seemingly impossible skill.

“I would assume so, Mademoiselle. Mon nom est Fraguer de Charlotte Romarin, Prince of Prance. I am here on… holiday, as you say?” She widened her eyes at him even more as she was putting it all together.

“You’re… Prince Fraguer… You’re DemoneTueur?!” She dropped her jaw to the table where they sat as he nodded.

“Oui, I am the demon killer of Prance and I have come to take part in not only merriment but also the tournament happening in three days at the Manehattan Orchard. I am so happy to finally meet one of such beauty in the Equestrian Gaming League, such as yourself, mon frere. You are… oh, pardon moi, I do not remember names very well. Equestrian names especially, they are tres etrange… oh I mean, very strange.”

Her cheeks were to the point where her blood darkened all of it to a beet red and a single lock of hair swung down over the middle of her face. Was this guy real? This couldn’t be real, he must have been acting. Who wouldn’t act like a Prince of Prance, speak in such a luxurious accent and have charm oozing out of his personality?

“Ah, you are Midnight, oui?” He snapped his fingers and her eyes widened even more. “Yes! You are the Chaos Axel. I see you on the hooftube, you are tres belle, tres bon. So fabulous, you play!” He announced loud enough that some others in nearby tables began to take subtle notice.

She looked from him, then to the other patrons and blinked, trying to think of a way to react to this in some intelligent manner. She was fried, though.

“May I take drink orders?” A very excited staff member asked and she held up her finger.

“Wine, lot’s of it.” She said, not exactly knowing where that came from, but making him gasp with absolute delight.

“Oui! You heard mon ami. Your finest wine!” He proclaimed and she couldn’t melt in her seat fast enough for some sort of escape. This was all too surreal. As the waitress scurried off for the order, he gasped at her again. “My lady, but this is wonderful! You must face me! You must fight me in the game of Demonhoof 9! We must make a spectacle!”

“NO!” She shouted, suddenly shocked, uncomfortable and clearly wriggling in her seat with anxiety. “No! Let’s not…” She cleared her throat and waved to other patrons that everything was fine as they looked. “Let’s not get into that, please. I’m not with the Knights of Chaos anymore. I’m not… I’m not playing games right now. It’s been a long couple of years.”

Midnight looked exhausted just from the thought of ever going back into a high octane gaming event with buzzing lights and fans as she tried to concentrate on an overhyped, over expensive game.

“Mon frere, what is wrong?” Fraguer asked as he used his horn to light up. He lifted her napkin from in front of her and dabbed into her crystal glass of water. He began to swipe it, glowing with a purple energy, making her blink.

The cold water did something to her. Somehow, it did have a sharp, comforting, calming effect on her and she found that she was able to breathe.

“I have been having trouble with games as of late.” She put it simply for him, not wanting to relive any of that, not so close to it. It was a comfort when the waitress and a few assistants not only brought them wine, but also a plate of chips and fancy little spinach cakes.

Wine helped her a bit further. The expensive, alluring scent of the wine made her breathe a little easier.

“My lady, you are in a terrible state. I am so sorry that I have brought about this horrible time for you. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.” He said before she sighed with relief.

“Oh my God! It is them!” One girl came up to them with her phone out and recording them. “Hey! Prince Fraguer! Are you excited about the tournament?! Is she going to be your first opponent! Axel!? Where have you been?! The internet thought you were dead!”

“Hey! Get that phone away from me! What is wrong with you!?” Midnight pointed at her and demanded. Then she blinked and looked off to the side. “What? Dead? Really? Have they no sense of object permanence?”

“Mon frere! This is an outrage!” The Prince stood up and shouted, snapping his fingers. “Manager! Waitress! This is unacceptable! I am having a meal and a conversation with the lovely lady! Have this woman removed!”

“No! Come on! The world wants to know!” She looked very dismayed as two larger waiters came from the back and eyed her dangerously.

“Hey! Stop recording! Do not upload that!” Midnight shouted, pointing at her as she was being escorted away but still struggling to keep the phone on them.

“Sorry! This is live streaming! My channel has over two hundred thousand followers, but not after today!” She screamed with such excitement as she was almost dragged to the front of the restaurant.

Midnight. Was. Mortified.

As the Prince shouted at the staff for such dereliction in duties and terrible service, she leaned back and took a very large drink of her wine. The moment she stepped one hoof out of her room, and this nonsense plows its way into her life.

“I will not dine in this restaurant! Give me the bill for the wine!” Fraguer finally concluded, and that was it. They gave him the wine gratis, and offered their sincerest apology, which he accepted and then turned to her. “My dear, I am so sorry this happened to you. Please, let me make it up to the pretty lady.” He offered her his hand and she looked at him with a solemn stare. She eyed him, then eyed his hand.

She took his hand, rose to her feet, and then drained what was left of her glass. Then she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and shook her head.

“No, thank you, Prince Fraguer. I’m just here for myself.” She nodded to him and then turned to depart.

He gazed at her as she left, his hands going to the pockets of his slacks. As she pushed open the door and walked out the entrance, she turned, giving him a glance and a tiny smile.

His eyebrows rose.

Ooooo

She was an idiot, once again. Why didn’t she take him up on his offer? Why was she acting so proud? She might even have some fun for a change, but there was always that barrier. Midnight thought of Vera and how she found her place with Ember as a game developer, then she thought of Dusk, who was making headway into the gaming and music world. What was she doing?

She’d spent the first part of her life, thinking she needed to be the biggest sibling because she was the oldest. Then, there was no one. She had a thought with Ember, but she never truly found companionship with anyone else. Strip Midnight of her siblings, then what was left? Was she an empty shell at this point?

She sat at a bar, her glass filled with more wine. She couldn’t find a very good vintage, not like the one at the restaurant, but it did its job. Midnight didn’t need luxury, she didn’t need fame, maybe she just needed a quiet hole to crawl into. She couldn’t quite retire, but she could find some other way of making money. In her position, it wasn’t hard. She did love acting.

Before she could even fathom trying to start a film career, there came a familiar voice out of seemingly nowhere. “Midnight!”

Thinking a crazed male fan saw her and was about to bombard her with autograph pleas, she saw a very familiar face. “Shadow?”

Red Shadow, tall, slightly muscled and sporting short gray hair with red fur, he smiled at her as he approached her at the bar. Behind him was another slightly familiar face. It was Vanilla Soda, and suddenly she was taken back to her amateur days of only playing for fun.

Cyberpunk was an old school name in gaming, and he created a team that turned out to be allies when they needed them most. The Green Wizards formed and they were quite the amazing bunch of gamers. Sadly, she found herself falling out of touch with them even before all of the madness occurred with the Knights of Chaos.

“Midnight! It is so good to see you’re okay! We saw you this morning!” She proclaimed and hugged her. “I totally commented that bitch should have left you alone. Seriously, she’s lost, like, a hundred subscribers already because of her stupid little stunt.”

She eyed Vanilla, who nodded that it was very true.

“Dude, that bitch seriously is getting hammered in the comments. I said the Prince should have slapped her. It’s not really true but it sounds bad enough.” Shadow shrugged and then embraced her as a friend. “I knew you weren’t dead and I tried to tell people that, but that rumor spread so damn fast. I mean, you did kind of fall the face of the planet.” He said before Vanilla punched his arm with an ugly look.

She was a cream colored fur with a light brown hair that seemed to glisten so naturally. She was a Crystal Pony and she had such a beautiful, natural luster and her body was quite shapely. Midnight couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were not only large, but very round.

“What he means to say is, we understand why you wanted to get away from the scene. Anyone under those circumstances would have. We were just so worried about you and you weren’t answering anyone.” Vanilla and Shadow sat down beside her as she nodded and sighed.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I haven’t even talked to Ember or Prisma since then. I’ve texted Vera and Dusk… a few times…” She said and both Shadow and Vanilla looked at one another, clearly worried.

“Midnight, honey, this is not healthy behavior. The reason the internet thinks you were dead is because they care about you in some shallow way, but even that only means you’re a good person and everyone knows it.” Vanilla held her hand and the bat pony gripped hers.

“Yeah, you can join the Green Wizards. Cyberpunk wouldn’t say no.” Shadow offered and Vanilla nodded.

“No, but thank you. I don’t know if I want to get back into gaming at all, honestly. Now that I look at it, it was something people thought defined me and there’s something uncomfortable about that.” Midnight had another long drink as Vanilla ordered a lemon sour whiskey and Shadow ordered a beer.

“No, they didn’t.” Shadow said and drew both of their looks. He looked at them both as the bartender opened his beer and handed it to him. He took a long swig and at this point, both girls were unamused at the theatrics. “They saw you as a bad bitch girl who played by the rules because she felt like it. When you were on that race track, you were so dominant, you literally jumped out of your car and tackled a player for hitting you from behind.”

The sudden image came back to all three of them and Midnight was only slightly embarrassed. That bastard had it coming.

“Yes! Midnight, every single gamer who played against you and hit on you should be a sign that people not only love you, but are very attracted to you.” Vanilla said, and both of them wondered if she was aware of her own place in the gaming world. “That’s not just looks, dear. That bitch Feather Drift didn’t have that kind of fuckability no matter how many curves or fake boobs she put on. Not to mention you’re—”

Midnight’s look immediately silenced Vanilla as she spoke and Shadow stopped drinking and looked at them both. That expression was sharp, with a furrowed brow and a very harsh demeanor.

“What?” Shadow asked and Midnight turned the look on him, immediately clamming him up.

“For me to know.” Midnight said, simply. Shadow had no more questions on the subject. She looked down at her nearly empty glass as the bartender offered more. She took her drink and then shook her head, laying five bits on the bar. “Well, thank you both for the words of encouragement. I’m sure the gaming world doesn’t need me anymore, though. Ember, Vera and Dusk are doing just fine without me.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Vanilla asked and this drew a puzzled look. “Have you not seen the headlines?”

Midnight’s jaw went completely slack as she brought up her phone screen. The internet was buzzed, her accounts were full to bursting with messages and her picture was suddenly plastered on every gaming journo site from the Racing Game enthusiasts to the Demonhoof zealots, all blazing news of Prince Fraguer vs Axel.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” Midnight rolled her eyes and sighed. “Why in the hell does everyone think we were there for a meeting about the tournament? I barely knew the tournament was even here before I arrived! It was an afterthought!”

Both ponies pursed their lips. The earth pony looked at the crystal pony, and they drank their respective beverages. This only seemed to be getting worse the more they talked about it.

“So, what brings you two to Manehattan?” Midnight asked as she leaned her cheek into her palm and eyed them both. They eyed one another once again.

“We’re here for the tournament, of course! We’re in the Equestrian Division tournament. We’re not in the World Division. Well, not unless we get to the finals.” Vanilla shrugged, still wondering about it, since both Cyberpunk and Kane were said to be there. Kane, of course, was well known in the music and gaming scene. He was also taken down a peg or two in his very angry gaming career, but even Midnight had to admit, he had a very raw speed and ferocity to his gameplay.

“Yeah, and well, we’re going to a party here in a little while, if you were interested.” Shadow said and this drew a puzzled look from the bat pony, who was just wondering where she would go, if not locking herself in her room until the train left for Ranchtown in a week. “Come on, Midnight, you need to cut loose and this is a private party with zero screaming fans.”

“It’s all of the high end players, so it’s not like you’re going to get turned away.” As Vanilla spoke, Midnight blinked. Both of them thought that this was a lost cause, but then she stood up from the stool.

“Alright, fine, let’s go to the party.” Midnight said, and both of their eyes went as wide as clock faces. There was a very long pause between the three of them, and the bat pony eyed them one after the other. “Well? Where is it?”

OOooo

It was to go on until the tournament night. Staff members and even party goers were doing it in shifts and the whole thing was broadcast to the Hooftube gaming community who longed for VIP passes to such a huge exploit, brought to you by Amber Cat.

It was coming to the evening, and the first day of the party was already off the chain. There were seventy five in attendance and three hundred some odd highly influential gamers with passes for this party that anyone would give their mane to be in. There were very loud speakers, a DJ, lights shining across a dark room of neon streaks and games. There were arcade cabinets, dancing, music, food and booze.

The beats bumped against the speakers and people played games of all kinds. There were VR games, retro games, and many of them were plastered across huge screens so people could watch them on the high walls while they partied.

All of this excitement, and Regal was standing as a guard. The behemoth of a changeling stood and watched as young and beautiful Hooftubers got themselves drunk and stupid while either gaming or attempting to dance. It all seemed so mundane at that point.

Everyone had a story, of course, and his kept seeing losses. After a long, beautiful, if not troubled relationship with his boyfriend, he caught eyes with someone he couldn’t relate to. Then, after she saw him profess his love to her, she decided she needed time to think.

She never gave a reason, but she didn’t need to. Regal understood, at least to some degree. His muscles were bulging and he was far taller than nearly everyone in the room, aside from a former pro basketball player turned video game basketball player. He’d been in and out of relationships and it showed him one thing. Sometimes, it was just time to move on.

One young Hooftuber, whom he actually recognized, bumped into him and it was clear that his head hit a rock solid wall with his abs. He put his hand on his stomach and rubbed it slightly, then looked down at the young man who looked up at him.

“Oh! Monsieur, I am so sorry.” He said before putting his hand on his head. “Sacrebleu, you are made of stone?”

“Um, no, but my father was a stone.” Regal said with a cheeky grin that returned to a neutral state. “No worries, but if you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you play the new BloodCount and set that record?” He asked and the Prince nodded.

“Oui, I did, it was a fun time. I am happy I did it, but I wish I could have gotten better scores on each level. Killing creatures while skipping and running through the levels, it is mentally draining.” The Prince said with a chuckle and Regal nodded, having spent nights on especially troublesome video games.

“Alright, Gamers! Time to get out of the basement, but it’s not time to touch grass!” The speakers sounded out with a female voice that resonated throughout the entire place. The word “grass” echoed until it started saying “ass” with her sound effects. “It’s time to tune into Foxy Pony Foxtrot Alpha Beta Maxima! Just call me Foxy.”

The DJ sounded out and there was a loud applause from the dancefloor, which had people with all of the neon glow sticks and bracelets. Many of them had drinks and there were spills.

“Sweet! Love the energy, guys! Keep it up! Let’s take a big flashback with some Techno beats from your parents that still get the electricity flowing!” She played some remixed 90’s techno electric dubstep. She prided herself in her music and the orange pony girl wore her snazziest sunglasses as she flipped on another vinyl.

“I must say, this party is exactly what I needed. I have been so stressed with fans ruining my day. I only wanted to eat somewhere quietly and talk to a girl, but it was ruined.” The Prince lamented and Regal widened his eyes. “Oui, mon ami, une tres belle fille. She walked away and I am very sad. I only wanted to play the video games and find my new path without the help from my father, comprend?”

Regal nodded to him, wondering how a Prince such as him would worry about one girl, when he had enough money and power to literally grasp royalty. He was not the crown Prince, as that was his brother, Fromage Romarin. He also, famously, denied the crown as Fromage offered it to him.

“Yeah, I get it. Believe me, sometimes I party a little too hard.” Regal was not lying in the slightest.

“Oui, you are… how you say… homme fort! Very big, indeed, Monsieur…” He asked, and Regal introduced himself, as did Fraguer de Charlotte Romarin. “Yes, I am aware, it the mouthful to say.”

As he was done speaking, both he and Regal saw a sight to behold as the doors opened once again. There came a changeling, much like himself, but she was big in a much different way. Her tits were the size of small yoga balls. They hung forward in a very small tank top and drew many eyes from the small crowd. She walked in with a griffon at her side, who was a bit shorter, gray with a black beak.

“Monsieur Regal, are all of your race so large? I do not mean to be insensitive but, Marie mere dieu!” The Prince’s jaw hit the floor as Vespa hit the floor.

As soon as she locked eyes with the Prince, she went still and took Providence’s hand. As the griffon obviously consoled her, she couldn’t help but approach him with hands on her mouth.

“What should I…” Regal whispered toward Fraguer and he shook his head, at a loss.

“Oh my God! You’re him! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to geek out!” Vespa’s cheeks went red as she bounced on her hooves. Her tits flopped and the Prince’s eyes obviously followed them, as did Regal’s. “Please! I’m sorry for being such a nerd but,” her tits were immediately exposed and her nipples caused a big outcry of lust and cheers from the crowd. “Please! Sign my titties! You can sign them as big as you want! Make it out to Vespa and Providence, if you would.”

“I… Je… uuhh.. Oui, mademoiselle” He began to check his pockets before Regal handed him a marker pen. He took it with a nod to him. “Merci…”

As his pen went across the breasts, he made sure to include his entire name, as it fit without issue. He seemed to do so rather slowly. Regal offered to take a video with his phone but Providence was already on it. His signature was very slow and very precise, as his handwriting was immaculate.

“Thank you! That’s so cool! The Frag-Master signed my tits!” Vespa’s boobs jiggled more as she bounced once again and the Prince handed Regal back his marker with a nod. “Thanks! See you at the tournament!” She waved to him as she went off into the party with Providence.

“Monsieur Griffon, sil vou plait…” The Prince stopped them both and pulled Providence to the side. To the Griffon’s astonishment, he gave him his private social media names, and his phone number. He understood that this was especially privileged information and only under the condition that he sent Fraguer that video.

As the two ran off in excitement, both Regal and Fraguer were left, both of their pants bulging to obscene degrees. They stood there, nonchalant for a moment with deep breaths.

“Regal, mon ami, will you join me at the cabinets?” He asked, motioning toward the many arcade games in the other side of the stadium-like room, toward where the strange couple ran. The large changeling blinked for a moment, then looked down at the aquamarine unicorn man. His hair was so suave and his cologne matched his personality and debonair style.

“You’re the boss.” He shrugged and they went on to play Blood Tournament 3: Nightmare Curse.

As they started up the game, however, both of them were very well aware that there were two moving figures behind the cabinets. At first, they didn’t pay attention to this. Fraguer picked the ice pony, Frostbite, who took his stance with a frosted aura around his body. Regal picked Dominin, the brute war horse in armor.

As the first round began, both of them were little taken off guard as they heard a girl’s voice behind the cabinet. “Can you fucking believe he did that?” As both of them looked to see what was behind the game, both of them saw two very large, familiar, hulking tits.

They looked on either side of the cabinet, and Regal got the best vantage point, as the streaming lights on the floor revealed her body in a glow. Vespa was knelt in front of Providence, sucking his cock and massaging her tits as she did, getting her arms around them and trying to flatten her nipples.

“I know! That video is going to go viral.” He said back and both Regal and Frag looked at one another with raised eyebrows.

They tried to keep concentrated, but both of them were making terrible mistakes as she wrapped her tits around his cock and began to jerk him with both of them. His dick disappeared from within them and he began to breathe as both of them met in a lustful kiss over her mammaries.

“God! Prov! Fuck me hard!” She suddenly couldn’t stand it. Her thong came into view for both men, which rode up her ass crack and was soaking wet. He had no problems sliding into the thong with his cock penetrating her from that angle. She held her hand to her mouth as she tried to stifle a cry of passion.

He rode her from behind as he tits smashed against the floor and she was pumped full of nice birdman cock. His feline instincts to mate very hard were taking over and he pumped her harder.

“Providence! Honey! Not so hard! I’m going to be—mmmm!” She covered her mouth and only rode him harder as she backed into his cock at the same speed. Her words said one thing but her body wanted him to fuck her like a great big tittied whore in near plain sight of gamers.

Strangely, though, only three seemed to notice. Regal, Fraguer and one other right beside the changeling. It took him a moment to notice her but she was also enjoying the show quite a bit. To his surprise, it was the DJ, who was at a rail shooter zombie game with a pistol toy gun in her hands. She was having to press continue every so often as her character continuously was being bitten and sliced to death.

The orange pony girl with the beautiful blue hair tipped her fake sunglasses downward. They had no real shade to them, they just looked reflective in the front. She had on a silver buret with a sparkling silver jacket over a not neon pink skirt.

“Hi! I see you like some of the better things.” Kitsune said as she watched the griffon ride the changeling girl to the point of pumping hot cum into her labia folds. “At least, he does.” She said, directing his attention to the fact that he was near bursting from his black pants. Even as dark as it was in the room and with pitch black slacks, his giant, neon green cock was very noticeable.

“He’s got a mind of his own.” Regal said, waving to Providence and Vespa, who were sneaking out of their side of the arcades.

“Hey, sorry for the noise.” Vespa said as her pussy dripped out of her thong, which was barely clad in very short shorts.

“Hey, thanks for the show.” He commented while Fraguer nodded his agreement with a, “merci beaucoup.”

“Damn, girl, where do you get those inflated?” Kitsune asked and Vespa gave her a scowl.

The tits popped out of her top as she willed them to grow halfway bigger. As they reached the size of beanbag chairs, she put her hands on her head and did a pose. “Wherever I want.”

Vespa waved to them as she went with Providence, not even bothering to put her top back on, merely picking up from the ground as she returned her tits to normal size of harp seals.

“Why so down?” Kitsune asked as Regal and Fraguer began pummeling one another in the game. Back and forth, it was clear that they both played this type of game casually, but it was growing a tiny bit competitive. “You look frazzled a little bit.”

“Oui, mademoiselle, it is clear he has been hurt. I saw it in his eyes as I spoke of my frustrations.” He spoke in his French accent and Kitsune leaned over the cabinet to notice who Regal was playing with.

“Is that Prince Fraguer?” She asked, and Regal leaned back to move his bulky body away from her view. The green haired stallion waved to her for a moment before returning to the buttons and joystick. “Wow! Talk about a chance meeting, am I right? You two getting ramped up for the tournament?”

“I’m not participating.” Regal admitted and the Prince shrugged.

“I am excited, I suppose. It is a nice looking game that I have yet to play. Though, non videogame will replace Demonhoof 2: Le Roi des Yeux Démoniaques, or, The Demon Eye King. It is so beautiful in its crude graphics and I cannot stop remembering playing it in my little PJ’s as a petit garcon.” The Prince reminisced and Regal couldn’t help but remember playing War Horse 3 in his grade school years, conquering territories with armies and building cities of battle.

“Yeah, you know, Prince, for a royal guy, you’re pretty awesome. I’m a pretty decent bodyguard, you know.” Regal admitted and the Prince chuckled.

“You’re hired, Monsieur Regal.” He said simply.

Both Regal and Kitsune gave him a look as the screen on their game went darker and the Prince stabbed icicles through his body in a very morbid death scene. It took a moment on the character select screen for Fraguer to realize that they were both staring at him.

“Quel est le problème?” He asked, not really meaning to speak French but Regal could put it in context.

“You seriously just hired me?” He asked, and the Prince shrugged.

“Do you want the job?” He asked back and Regal raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He said, making Kitsune’s eyes widen.

“Then, oui, you are hired, mon ami.” The Prince with with the thunder horse who had the hammer.

“Wow! That’s cool!” Kitsune said as she seemed giddy just to be there for this. That was when she felt another large body loom over her. There was a dark red hand that went down to pick up the other gun and point it at the screen.

Kitsune turned to see Kane on the other controller, obviously having arrived at the party recently. He was another soul that was hard to miss. His entire demeanor drooled confidence, but the grin he passed her way made her skin crawl.

“What’s up, lads and ladies. This where the real party’s at?” Kane asked, drawing Regal’s sidelong gaze and Fraguer’s twitched eyebrow. “What’s up, doll? Why you dying so much?”

“I’m more talking to these gentlemen, if you must know.” Kitsune muttered and Kane chuckled.

“Monsieur Regal, if you are to accompany me in public, I must ask that you learn French.” The Prince said and Regal looked at him as it was clear he was growing slightly rigid. “I must find ways of communication that others cannot detect when I say, “L'ennemi est proche.” Regal caught the word “enemy” and nodded.

“What? Some silverspoon royal geek and a two bit bodyguard?” As soon as he spoke, Regal and Fraguer locked eyes. “Get with the picture, if you want to interview someone for your little radio show, try a real gamer.”

Kane’s demeanor caused a few heckling whistles from some onlookers, but most of those around the games tended to either ignore him or pass him glances.

“Yeah, well, I’m on break.” Kitsune said as she shot down two more zombies, but then was annoyed as he started shooting all of them before she even had a chance. This continued and she tossed down her gun into its metal holster on the cabinet. “Thanks for the good time.” She said with a very sour expression toward him and before she could turn, two things happened in very quick succession before she even noticed.

Kane reached for her arm and nearly took her by the wrist, but Regal’s hand, slightly larger, grasped his forearm and smashed it against the glass of the arcade screen. The picture went fuzzy in many spots and the glass was spider webbed with a bit of red on the cracks.

She turned to see the two large males standing before one another in a showdown of some sort and the Prince took several steps back, but not in fear. He put himself in front of the lady.

“Hey! You little bastard! What do you—”

“You don’t touch anyone without their say-so, and the only game you can play now is the handle on the door when you get the fuck out!” Regal roared, drawing attention from everyone in the room.

Kane was no slouch in his muscles and his size, but he was clearly half a foot shorter. Were he any smaller, the horse of a pony would have already charged him, but Regal obviously knew what he was doing. He was ripped and his shirt was too, as he flexed out all of his muscles.

“You wanna go, twinkle-toes?” Regal growled toward him with his fangs bare and his fist punching his own palm. The challenge was accepted, but not before a large ray of light formed behind Regal.

To everyone’s terror, Prince Fraguer’s face was a mask of concentration and anger as his horn began to glow and shine. Before Kane could do anything, Regal moved out of his way and Kane was met with a hard blast of magic straight into his chest and abdominal region. His shirt was torn, his mouth spat hard and he attempted to take in a deep breath, but was marred as his diaphragm was caved in. He landed face first into the floor, onto his knees and he retched as if to vomit.

It didn’t take long before the rest of security saw that the threat was nullified and decided to move in to take Kane from the premises. It took a moment to calm down, but Regal held Fraguer’s hand as he kept his balance. He whispered his gratitude and the large changeling nodded with a shrug.

“No, I should be thanking you. That was some powerful magic you did there.” Regal admitted and this was followed by stark agreement.

“Yeah, that was awesome! Thank you both!” Kitsune said as she took Regal’s hand. “I can’t thank you enough for helping with that creep. He was starting to grate on my nerves.” She said and both of them looked over toward the Prince.

“Mon ami,” he said as he put his hand on the broken glass that still had the blood drying on top of it. “Tell your manager, if you wish to, that you are going with me. I wish to purchase this arcade cabinet especially. You will do this, sil vou plait?”

“Sure, I’ll have them gift wrap it.” He said and began to chuckle as the Prance Prince gave him an odd look. That odd look suddenly turned to the opening door, and his face melted into a look of utter amazement.

“Mon dieu…” He whispered as he saw her beautiful form. The gray furred, purple haired girl he saw before. She was there with two others. They accompanied her and while the bright cream colored pony was also very lovely, she shined like a bat angel, an angel of the night to him as his heart began to race. “Mon chéri, she has arrived…”

“Prince Fraguer? Are you alright?” Kitsune asked as she looked around toward the door and saw Midnight, along with Red Shadow and Vanilla Soda, all of them prominent members of the EGL. “Oh, wow! The Green Wizards got Midnight to join? That’s awesome! This tournament’s going to be great! Are you—” She turned around and saw that he was gone, already making his way toward her. Both she and Regal watched him go, as if in a trance.

“Wow, someone’s got it bad.” Kitsune observed and he chuckled. That was when her arm went all the way around his lower pelvis. “Speaking of having it bad…”

Regal looked down at her and the anxiety boner the whole ordeal had created. All of the excitement was back down and the others had gone back to their gaming, relieved that the nuisance had been taken care of. He looked at her solemnly, and all of the other things started to show up on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Kitsune said as she put her hand on his chin. She tipped his face up toward hers as he was looking downward, and her glasses slipped down the bridge of her snout as she gave him a little wink. “It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun. You’ve got a new job and everything’s looking up, right?”

Regal nodded to her and she slipped into his large, hard but warm embrace. “Then don’t let it ruin this. Okay?” Kitsune asked and he thought for a long moment.

While he was thinking, she moved him with her to the staff area. She had her own dressing room with all of her luggage and her extra equipment. Kitsune gave him a nice long moment to think as she unveiled his massive dong that she had to grip with both hands in one place. He was horse shaped and her hands went across his medial ring, as did her tongue.

She opened her jacket to reveal her breasts to him as she gazed into his eyes and sucked all long his shaft. Kitsune did not disturb him, and he was pulsing hard as her mouth barely fit over his head and began to lick. She cupped his bulging balls, massaging them delicately as she slid her breasts along his length and licked just under his glans.

Regal did think. He thought quite a bit, in fact. All of those days that he wasted trying to salvage relationships that didn’t need it, and all of those times he tried to bring about a relationship he wanted, it was a soulless waste of breath. Why did it matter? He was living a good life, and now he could possibly go another route with it. Did his employment with the Prince mean a full employment or just for the tournament? Did it matter right then?

She was very tight. As she lifted her leg up onto the vanity, she gave him an inviting smile as he approached her from behind and grasped her by the thigh. He was strong, but he was so gentle. She was puddy in his hands as his cock began to open her hole and rub its way inward.

She went cross-eyed, his fat horse cock pulsed within her with just his head. Kitsune was stretched as her pussy hole molded to his shape and he thrust gently. She gasped and saw herself in the mirror as the big strong hulking stallion began to fuck her with just half of his dick. The medial ring sloshed against her pussy and she suddenly came with a high pitched squeal!

She was very tight for him and he finally got most of his cock in for a good fit as she spread her legs as far as she could. Kitsune was a sweating mess as he kept pulling her hips into his cock with every thrust and she thought she may have seen the stars above in her vision. He rubbed every pore of her pussy and assaulted her cervix, making her gush over his cock once again. She screamed a bit into the mirror, making a large patch of fog on it.

He even played with her asshole as he continued to dip deep into her cunt, she somehow tightened more over him as her orgasm intensified and she cried out.

“Regal! Oh my God! Fuck me until my pussy is mush and my brains melt! Oh my fucking pussy loves your big throbbing dick!” She begged him and he complied with some gusto. She couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of him filling every crevice she possessed within her sheath.

The cum he pumped into her soon made it onto the floor and the edge of the vanity’s surface. He started pulsing wads of semen and she began to whisper how he could take such advantage of a poor defenseless girl who wanted his cock so badly. “You’re pure evil and I love it!” She finally said, but then dropped her head back down onto the surface. “Please tell me you have a phone number!”

Regal chuckled at this and nodded. He suddenly slipped out of her as a white load dropped in two glops onto the floor. She sighed with such horrible and amazing relief. The feeling of him exiting was like taking a party out of her pussy, but the liberation made her break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you, you know, for all of this…” He said with a sincere smile and she looked at him as he pushed her chair up behind her knees and pulled her to sit in the seat. Then he turned on her little fan by the mirror. She sighed once again and closed her eyes as she felt the cool air against her fur.

“No, thank you, really, I mean it.” She said to him through gasps as she turned to and fro in her swivel very slowly. “It’s nice to know there are big strong stallions with good hearts out there.” She leaned forward to him and gave him a kiss as she sat on the chair, only able to reach his low-hanging cock that had just been relieved of weeks of stress. She gave it three very distinct kisses and grinned up toward him.