Prince Blueblood woke up looking like anything but princely. His mane look like somepony poured beer on his head, his eyes were red and baggy, and he had a tie on that was wrinkled to high heaven.
“Ohhh.” He whimpered as he looked around. The light in his room was brighter then it normally was. The many empty wine bottles and scotch explained the jack hammer going off behind his eyes. The floor was a snow pile of clothes from all levels of class. “Looks like I let anypony in last night.”
He looked to his left and could make out the shape of a mare next to him. “I hope you’re not one of the maids again.” As tried to climb out of bed he could feel just how raw his legs were. The pain stopped him in place. “Oh, my, that hurts. What did that mare and I do last night?”
He scanned the room for more clues of the night before; his eyes widen as his blood rushed to his hooves. On his study was very old very valuable one of a kind whisky bottle that was easily over a thousand years old; and also very much empty.
“Oh, dear!” The prince said as he sat straight up. “Auntie Celest will not be happy.” Blue Blood said out loud. He felt movement as the mare stirred and leaned on him. He just ignored her. His mind was buzzing around trying to find some way out of the predicament that he woke up to. Lying to her was out of the question, that mare would see straight though him. That bottle was truly one of a kind so there was no replacing it.
“Oh don’t fuss about the bottle sweetie.” The mare whispered into the stallion’s ear. “We had a lot of fun with it.”
Blueblood started to sweat bullets; he recognized the voice. Slowly he turned his head. You could almost hear his neck twist around as the look of horror filled his face. Finally the mare came into view. Her white fur and magical mane was distinctive.
“A-au-auntie Celest?” Blueblood stammered.
Celestia nuzzled his cheek. “Yes, dear?” She answered lovingly.
Blueblood’s lower lip began to quiver then downright shook. He leapt out of the bed landing right in front of his door wanting desperately to get away from his room and try forgetting what may or may not have happened.
“Oh, Little Blue dear.”
The prince froze as if somepony cast a spell on him. There was only one pony that called him Little Blue.
Slowly he felt his muscles tighten, the tendons in his neck pull on his bones, and his joints grinded against each other. His eye strained and became blood shot as they implanted themselves into the far corner of his face. Sweat raced down his face; his sight bent to the curvature of the earth, and his ears felt muffled. His head turned and turned until the mare in his bed came into view.
“Come back to bed, dear.” The white and blond mare said as she patted the spot next to her. “Let mommy tuck you in.”
Twilight stared at Discord slack jawed.
“You didn’t?” She said.
“Yes, I did.” The spirit answered.
“You, did not?” Twilight repeated.
“Oh, yes.” Discord answered with a big grin. “I did. But, wait, there’s more!”
Prince Blueblood smashed through his doors and ran down the hall as if his tail was on fire. He had no destination; his broken mind couldn’t think that far ahead. The only orders he got from that useless slab of proteins was “Run!” and he obeyed.
He obeyed it right around the corner knocking over another mare causing them to tumble across the floor with Blue Blood’s face landing in a very precarious part of the ponies’ body.
“Oh, my, are you hungry, Little Blue?” The mare asked.
Blue Blood’s face shook in terror as he looked up at his mother.
“It’s been a long time but I may have some milk in me.”
The young prince looked like he was about to scream. Instead his eyes went dead and he passed out in a pool of his own drool.
“You traumatized the youngest member of the royal family!” Twilight yelled. She tried to get up but Discord kept on tucking her back in before she got completely loose. Twilight forgot about her anger as the situation turned into a game for them.
Twilight got her left front hoof loose just as Discord tucked the blanket under her right shoulder. As he force her back under the covers Twilight successfully freed her right hind hoof and began playfully kicking the spirit with it.
Feeling like he was losing the battle, Discord drastically increased his speed and Twilight found herself wrapped up like a swaddled foal.
“Cheater!” Twilight accused assuming Discord used magic to move as fast as he did. Twilight lit up her horn and unfurled herself. In the same instant she wrapped up her adviser and anchored the sheets to the posts. Essentially Discord was tied to the bed.
Discord found himself on his back unable to move very much. The bed covers were wrapped around him and the bed. They snaked around his arms and legs tying him to the bed posts. Twilight sat on his chest triumphantly.
“Ha! What do you say to that?” Twilight smirked at him.
“I say we’re one red ball gag away from having one hell of a night.” Discord smirked.
“You gagged and unable to move sounds very tempting.” Twilight tease back. “But I need to know what happened with Chrysalis.”
“Fine but, um, could you get off me?” Discord asked.
“Why?” Twilight teased some more. “Is this getting hard for you?”
Discord didn't look at her when he answered. “You could describe it as that.”
Twilight went red and hopped off without another word.