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// Prompt #538-Morning After 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
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Prince Blueblood was not a pony given to overindulging most of the time. He prided himself on his remarkable self-control, and the only vice that he would claim in public was a fondness for a bottle of old Griffon whiskey. However, like all things, there was an exception, and that had been last night. The one time that Blueblood did choose to have more than usual was when the new year was ushered in, on the winter solstice, the longest night of the year.

Knowing that he would likely be severely hung over, Blueblood had ordered that he was to be left alone today, and had instructed his servants to keep plenty of water ready for him, and simply stayed in bed. He shifted around in his luxuriously large bed, the soft goose down pillows underneath his magnificent and dangerously handsome pretty head were like miniature clouds.

‘Worth every bit,’ thought Blueblood to himself, and rolled over. His hoof connected with another pony, and Blueblood stopped in his tracks. Wracking his still-hungover brain for the events of last night, Blueblood could not recall picking up any common mare at all.
The covers on the bed shifted as the mare in the bed rolled over in response to Blueblood’s accidental touch, revealing a light blue coat, and a white-blue mane. The mare’s eyes opened, she took in her situation, and rather than the expected thanks for whatever may or may not have happened last night, she uttered a piercing and all together much, much too loud scream.

“You kissed Trixie! You stupid peon! Trixie was saving her first kiss for somepony special!”

“Well, I hardly planned it, you stupid mare!” retaliated Blueblood. He had been around this mare for all of five minutes, and already he didn’t like her. She was arrogant, full of herself, and was actually rather beautiful, if Blueblood was honest with himself. “Go back and play with the commoners, you silly mare!”

Trixie retaliated to Blueblood’s insults by diving under the covers of the bed, and then magically pulling open the curtains in the room, garnering a girlish scream from the Prince as he tumbled out of bed and rushed around, trying to close them. But for every one that Blueblood closed, Trixie opened another.

‘Right,’ thought Blueblood, as he pulled another curtain closed, only to have one on the other side of the room open, causing the light of Auntie Celestia’s sun strike his painfully sensitive eyes. ‘If this mare wants to play it that way, she can have it that way.’ Blueblood ignored the curtains, and instead went for Trixie, who was still huddled under the covers of his bed. Blueblood dived under as well, getting some relief from the sun, and tackling Trixie.

The bundle of ponies and doona fell off the bed, and rolled around on the floor, blue and white hooves occasionally emerging out as the two struggled and wrestled. Trixie’s head emerged out of the doona cocoon with a vengeful smirk, and she dived back in, turning the two over, and simulataneously opening up the doona fully with her magic so that she was no longer restricted.

But as Trixie went to pin Blueblood down, the Prince managed to get a grip on Trixie’s torso, and twisted her around and claim victory. As he did so, Blueblood’s head got a bit too close to Trixie’s, and their lips brushed, stopping both ponies in their tracks. They simply lay there for a while, Blueblood over Trixie, his hooves pinning her down. Both ponies were breathing heavily, their chests heaving.

[Time]

Neither pony knew what sparked the next thing. It could be that they were both still more than a bit drunk, or just hung over enough to impair their normal rational reasoning. But Blueblood leaned down, slowly. Too slowly for Trixie’s tastes, and she shot her head up as fast as she could, pushing Blueblood into a passionate kiss. Trixie’s horn lit up once more, and the doona wrapped around the two, and for the next few hours, all anypony could hear coming out of Blueblood’s room was the sounds of two ponies having a very good time together.

*****

Much later, Blueblood and Trixie sat on opposite sides of the bed, not facing each other, not making a single sound. Blueblood had a pleasant smile on his face, and Trixie seemed to be partially horrified.

“So, now that you have clearly experienced my magificance, we should probably take the next step,” said Blueblood, breaking the silence.

“Ew, ew, ew,” said Trixie, “Not in a million years. Trixie doesn’t even know why she did that.”

“That wasn’t what your tongue suggested an hour ago,” said Blueblood, waggling his eyebrows in what he thought was a suggestive manner. Trixie shuddered, and brought out her trump card.

“Trixie does not like stallions that way, and was, in fact, thinking of somepony else the whole time.” And before Blueblood could react to that statement, Trixie’s horn sparked to life, and smoke filled the room. By the time it cleared, Trixie was long gone, and Blueblood fell back on his bed, sighing.

“I do believe that I am in love,” uttered Blueblood, just before he fell back asleep.