Twilight's Harem

Princess Twilight's Harem
A Canterlot Interlude – First
by Jonathan “KnightMysterio” Spires

All characters not my own copyrighted to Hasbro and used for non-profit amusement reasons. Story contains NSFW content and should not be read by minors. In short, sex both implied and otherwise is taking place here. Takes place at the same time as chapter 3.

Author's Note: This is my first real attempt at a clopfic, so I'm taking it slow. Some scenes will be written out fully, while others will be just implied. I apologize in advance for any cliches that will appear. They're entirely unintentional.

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Canterlot...
Royal Palace...
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Lord Plantinum Horn growled as he stormed through the palace, heading towards his son's private room. He shoved open the door, the gray-furred, blonde-maned unicorn looking around for him fiercely, the gaze from his dark red eyes so fierce that if it were even the slightest bit fiercer, anything he looked at would have ignited.

“Hello, Daddums,” said Prince Blueblood.

Platinum Horn whirled, seeing his son laying on a couch, idly fiddling with a pink hoofheld gaming device in his magic. Blueblood didn't look up, waving idly to his father.

“Blueblood, you fool,” he said, “Your idiotic plan to dethrone that false princess is already starting to fail.”

Blueblood blinked staring at his father as if he couldn't remember what he was talking about. Then he grinned, laughing. “Oh, that,” he said. He had come up with the idea himself, pushing it on the other nobles until they agreed, in defiance of Platinum Horn's attempts to dissuade them, to implement it. “Has she found a desperate mare or two looking for some quick cash?”

Platinum Horn shook his head. “No. My spies in Ponyville have reported that she has FIVE sex slaves now, all in the space of two days! Ponies OTHER than her fellow Elements of Harmony!”

Blueblood rolled his eyes. “She'll never get the prerequisite twenty-five,” she said. “We'll be rid of her by the end of the next couple months, and not have to deal with her gentry-favoring ways any more.”

“This is an idiotic plan,” Platinum Horn said. “She's a hero. Hero's tend to be attractive to the common folk!”

Blueblood snorted. “She's a mousy little bookworm and a nerd who can go on for hours about stuff that doesn't matter. She'll never be considered attractive enough to get the full twenty-five,” he said, waving dismissively, not looking up from his game.

“Damn it, boy,” the older unicorn said. “We've talked about you underestimating ponies before...”

This got Blueblood to pause his game and look up, an irritated expression on his face. “And you never give me any of the damn credit I deserve. Would you just trust me this once? I've got my own little social chess game going. And I have Twilight Sparkle in checkmate.”

Platinum Horn snorted. “I play social chess, boy. Fancy Pants plays social chess. You? You play Super Stallio Brothers,” he said, gesturing disgustedly.

Blueblood's smile became mischievous, and he discreetly turned up the volume on his game system.

Platinum Horn blinked, recognizing the game's theme tune, and went over to look at the hoofheld. His jaw dropped in disgust.

“You're actually playing Super Stallio Brothers,” Platinum Horn said.

Blueblood giggled. “Well, I've heard you mention it enough. I decided to give it a try,” he said. “Hey, serious question... do you think I'd look good with a mustache?”

“Damn it, boy,” Platinum Horn growled.

“I wuvvu, Daddy,” Blueblood teased.

“I am trying to think of our political future, and you're playing foals games!” Platinum Horn shouted.

Blueblood snorted. “And you wonder why every woman you've ever been with, Mumsy included, left you for a mare,” he said derisively. Blueblood conveniently ignored the fact that a good number of the mares he's dated have become lesbians as well.

“Don't go there, boy,” Platinum Horn said, his voice low and dangerous.

Blueblood yawned, unimpressed. “Would you relax? I've thought this through carefully. I KNOW Twilight. She's a mousy, introverted fool who prefers books to real ponies. I heard her muttering before she left for Ponyville. She took being sent there as an INSULT,” the Prince said, smirking as he completed a level on his game.

“Your research is out of date, boy,” Platinum Horn said. “She loves it in Ponyville now, and is friends with more than half the town. Plus, the first sex slave to join her was that mailmare you got fired recently.”

Blueblood blinked. “OH! Her. The derp-eyed retard,” he said, scoffing.

“Twilight Sparkle was already our enemy. And now she has another one on her side,” Platinum Horn said.

Blueblood rolled his eyes, pausing his game. “Firstly, Twilight's a Canterlot mare. I refuse to believe that anyone could find a town as podunk as Ponyville to be a better place to live than this pillar of elegance. Secondly, I hardly think a librarian and a retard are any threat to us. The retard couldn't even follow the directions I gave her!”

“Your talent is finding directions, brat,” Platinum Horn growled, gesturing to the compass on his son's flank. “Not everyone can find where they need to go from directions as vague as you gave.”

Blueblood rolled his eyes again. “She worked at the post office,” he said. “She should have been able to figure it out.”

Platinum Horn shook his head. “You're going to destroy us, boy,” he growled, walking away. “Your arrogance and constant underestimation of everypony will come back to bite us in the flank some day.”

Blueblood waved to him, not really paying attention. He finished off the boss, and grinned. “Ha!” he said. “Now to claim my princess... what do you mean she's in another castle? Stupid mushroom head...”

TO BE CONTINUED...