//------------------------------// // Hybrid // Story: Blossoming Roses // by Storm butt //------------------------------// “I do believe that I could easily get used to the royal life.” Fancy Pants let out a yawn and outstretched his leg from the water of the bath tub. Blueblood was able to see several drops fall from his foreleg back into the tub. The prince giggled at just how relaxed Fancy Pants looked in the steaming water and lifted his hoof to pull down the golden faucet. The room was covered in steam already, and it was hard to see anything except Fancy Pants. The lavender paint looked damp, the jewel encrusted mirror steamed to the point where anything in it was unrecognizable. “Are you… comfortable with this?” Blueblood asked. His eyes shifted to Fancy Pants, the unicorn currently cupping water in his hooves to splash at his face. “I think that’s my line, actually,” Fancy Pants rubbed his hooves over his eyes before shaking his head. His eyes seemed to open a little wider than before. “I’ve bathed with more than one pony in my lifetime you know. I didn’t expect you to take me seriously when I offered to soap you up.” “It’s not that. I just…” Blueblood didn’t seem sure what he wanted to say. He sunk into the water until it was at his nose. Fancy Pants reached out a hoof to take Blueblood’s own, pulling him a few inches closer. “I don’t want to be alone right now… being with you makes me happy.” “The last thing I want to do now is push you,” Fancy Pants said softly, staring straight into the prince’s cyan eyes. “But I suppose we’re both in need of some cleaning up. And honestly this tub is so big we don’t even have to touch each other.” “You don’t have to be so dramatic about the whole thing,” Blueblood giggled when he rolled his eyes at his new lover. He found himself stealing glances towards the unicorn’s outstretched body through the rippling water. He scooted himself closer. “I’m sure your bathroom is just as nice.” “My bathroom does not have a bathtub big enough to do laps in,” Fancy Pants argued, demonstrating by spreading out his legs as far as they would go. Blueblood still had plenty of room after he did so. “Well, perhaps a foal could.” “I used to swim in here when I was a foal.” Blueblood smiled and moved over to Fancy Pants. “Actually when I was really little I used to be afraid of this tub, because my hooves couldn’t touch the bottom unless I stood up on my back legs.” “It really is a room built for royalty I suppose,” Fancy Pants chuckled. He watched Blueblood rise from the water, drops of liquid spilling off his body. The prince leaned over the edge and reached for two bottles, one red and one purple. He could feel Fancy Pants run a hoof down his side, eyes staring at one area. The prince’s tail began to swish back and forth with a hint of irritability the lower Fancy’s hoof slid. “I guess that isn’t the only thing in your room that’s a bit larger than expected.” “Oh will you can it?” Blueblood grumbled. He got back into the steaming water and slapped away Fancy's hoof. He knew his cheeks were blushing by the way Fancy pressed his lips against them. He set the two bottles on the edge of the tub. “Honestly I’m beginning to think you were nothing more than a dirty old man who’s impersonated the famous Fancy Pants this entire time.” Fancy Pants tugged on Blueblood’s foreleg to pull the prince close. Somehow he had managed to convince Blueblood to lay on his chest even after that comment with little more than a tug. He ran his hoof gently over the other’s foreleg to stare at the long cut that ran down it. “This isn’t hurting too badly, is it?” Fancy Pants questioned the prince. He grabbed the other’s foreleg with a tender hoof and inspected the cut. “It does look quite nasty.” “It stung some when we got in,” Blueblood shrugged. Fancy Pants began to run his damp hooves over the prince’s fluffed chest in small circles. “It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.” “I take it you’re feeling a bit better?” Fancy Pants asked, his hooves on either side of Blueblood to hold him still. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you quite this happy.” “I certainly do feel better than I have in quite a while,” Blueblood said in a quiet tone. He wrapped his hooves around Fancy’s body. The touch was light at first. It forced Blueblood to stare through the water to make sure he was putting his hooves in the right spot. He pressed them up and down a few times as if he wasn’t positive where he wanted to keep them. “I feel a bit messy though… I didn’t expect it to be so dirty.” “Well that happens when you get royally fucked.” Fancy Pants grinned devilishly. He slapped his hooves on either side of Blueblood's body, the prince beginning to squirm in his grasp. The way Blueblood’s face had lit up red made his smile stretch until it could grow no bigger. “How… I…” Blueblood couldn’t look at his new lover for a few moments after that. “H-How long have you been thinking of that bad joke?” “Somepony’s a bit nervous,” Fancy Pants teased. He used his forelegs to pull Blueblood closer to him. Blueblood merely blushed, unable to do much but nod his head. “You know you didn’t have to bathe with me if things are moving a bit too fast.” “I want to be here,” Blueblood sat up slightly so he was looking down at the other. “Besides, we both smell like your cheap cologne now. I take it back it smells weird.” “I’ll have you know my cologne, while being reasonably cheap for a fair bargain, is by no means a bad smell.” Fancy Pants lifted his hoof to grasp at the other’s chin, looking into his cyan eyes. “I’ve been told by several beautiful mares and handsome stallions that it makes me smell like saw dust and cinnamon.” “You’re honestly no better than Cadence and all her perfumes.” Blueblood pushed away Fancy’s hoof. The older unicorn had a devious grin on his face when he leaned in. “Oh really? I’m the one who smells like a princess?” Fancy Pants questioned the other before he grabbed at Blueblood’s face, forcing his muzzle against the other’s neck. Blueblood could feel the other’s nostrils flare and mustache rub up against the underside of his chin and down his neck. “Oh, from right here you smell like nothing but rose bushes and flower beds, mister manly prince.” “F-Fheheheancy!” Blueblood whined, the touch of the unicorn’s mustache tormenting his soft neck. The lips moving against it seemed to somehow make the situation worse. Blueblood giggled helplessly, not bearing enough strength to push Fancy away. His body squirmed in Fancy Pants’ iron grasp, unable to break free. When Fancy Pants had finally released him, Blueblood nearly fell into the water. He was only stopped by Fancy grabbing him by his good leg and holding him at a foreleg’s reach. He brought the prince's hoof to his cheek and kissed it softly. “Looks like the prince is a bit ticklish,” Fancy Pants laughed. He released Blueblood and watched the stallion rub at his neck. “Good to know. On a completely unrelated note, which soap do you want scrubbed into your body by my hooves? Mostly on your belly so I can hear you laugh again,” Fancy Pants nearly sung those words. He put his forelegs behind his head as he used his magic to grab at the two bottles that Blueblood had pulled out. “Lavender purple or rose red?” “You were serious about wanting to wash me?” Blueblood asked, a brief flash of concern in his tone. “Honestly I thought you were joking about that. I never even let my butler wash me when I was little because it always tickled. Why would I want to let you tickle me intentionally?" “Oh, so you hate being tickled?” Fancy Pants questioned. “What sane pony doesn’t?” Blueblood snapped at the other. “Your moustache is absolutely awful, I must say. Honestly, I can’t believe I can stand you kissing me with that thing. It runs up my nose and makes me want to sneeze.” “Well I enjoy being tickled well enough.” Fancy Pants grinned. He lifted his hind leg in the water to push up against Prince Blueblood’s abdomen. Blueblood knocked it aside with a half-hearted kick with his foreleg. “It’s always been a bit fun to me. I’d go so far as to call it pleasant.” “You are truly an absolute mad-man,” Blueblood smiled and drew himself closer to Fancy Pants again. He placed both his hooves on Fancy Pants’ sides, stroking them up and down through the water over his round belly. He watched Fancy’s lips move just a bit until he saw them peel and reveal his white teeth. He would giggle if Blueblood poked at him, but he always kept his forelegs above and behind his head. “A-Am I being weird?” Blueblood asked quickly, his hooves hesitant to press down. “Only as weird as I am for grabbing at you.” Fancy Pants teased. He giggled some more when Blueblood’s hooves dug into him. The prince moved his hooves onto Fancy Pants’ belly before he ran his hooves up and down and around in circles. By now the other was squirming, but he still kept his relaxed position. Blueblood’s face began to show a smile the more Fancy Pants laughed. “You’re belly is big,” Blueblood mumbled, feeling the round outline of his lover’s body. The more he pressed his hooves down the more he felt fat mixed in with muscle. While most of the stallion’s body felt rough, this one area felt soft. “I like it though… It fits you a lot. It feels nice to lay on too… it… it looks nice to me.” “It’s… Hehehe… Quit enjoyable” Fancy was still giggling and squirming, but his eyes still looked happy during it to the extent where Blueblood began to believe him. Blueblood could feel a blush coming onto his cheeks. “It’s quite benefiting to be tickled by such a dashing stallion putting his hooves all over me.” “Oh can it, you dirty old man,” Blueblood gave the other’s stomach a squeeze. It was possibly the highest he had ever heard Fancy’s voice reach. “Ow, you sure are strong,” Fancy whined, feeling his body with his own hooves where the prince had pinched at him. He quickly snatched up the bottle of red soap with his magic and waggled it in front of Blueblood’s eyes. “Can this dirty old man at the very least wash your back? If it tickles, I give you permission to pinch me again.” Blueblood was hesitant for a few moments, though something told him that the look in Fancy Pant’s eyes was nothing short of determination. He let out a sigh before he finally nodded. “Fine.” “Excellent.” Fancy Pants rubbed his hooves together before he swished around the water a bit with his movements. He put Blueblood at the edge of the tub, instructing him to lean against the edge. Most of his back was exposed when he did so, the tip of his blonde tail swishing gently in the water as he looked behind him to Fancy Pants. “If it tickles I’m making you leave until I’m done washing,” Blueblood warned. "I will hit you, I promise." “A challenge!” Fancy Pants grinned when he popped open the bottle. A strong scent of roses hit his nose as he squeezed out a hooffull onto Blueblood’s back. The prince shivered at the cold sensation when he felt Fancy press a hoof down. He used his free hoof to bring up small bits of warm water to help the soak sink in a bit better. Soon the bubbles began to turn bright pink at his touch. Blueblood’s body was tense at first. It took a minute, but eventually Fancy Pant’s hooves coaxed him to relax a bit more. He managed to take his eyes off of the other long enough to look forward at the door. “Shining and Cadence are going to check up on us eventually… right?” He questioned. “Mhmm,” Fancy Pants seemed to be moving his hooves carefully when he got closer to Blueblood’s sides. He knew full well how dangerous the area could be to his challenge. “They didn’t say when, though.” “Do you think that… that Shining will be mad at me?” Blueblood asked the other. He buried his face in his forelegs. “He’s only been mad at me a few times before… Most of the time he forgave me quick enough. I think he was mad at me a lot of the time the first few weeks. He always hid it well, but he always looked frustrated with how little I cooperated.” “So you’re saying you’ve always been stubborn?” Fancy Pants asked in a joking manner. Perhaps it was an attempt to lighten the mood just a bit, but the prince only shrugged his shoulders in response. “Shining Armor didn’t seem like he was angry at you in the slightest.” Fancy Pants frowned, leaning forward to press his lips against Blueblood’s ear. Blueblood flicked it up against his lover’s moustache, but it only made Fancy Pants giggle. “He misses how things used to be between you three is all, Sweetheart.” “When I thought about Shining and I being together, I always thought that things would be the same. We would kiss some and go on dates, but everything would be the same.” Blueblood tightened the muscles in his forelegs. “I’m not sure what to think of him now… He’s always been the pony I wanted. My father used to tell me that I cared far too much for some common royal guard… but now when I think of him like that, I don’t want it. All I want is you.” Blueblood knew his cheeks were pink again. He was glad that Fancy Pants didn’t comment on it, for his chest began to feel tight the more he thought about Shining Armor. Only one question was on his mind. “Can things really go back to normal? Even if he knows how I felt?” Blueblood asked as Fancy’s hooves sunk deep into his muscles. “That all depends on what you want, I suppose,” Fancy Pants answered when he drew up water with his magic to run over Blueblood’s back. “I don’t want to try and pressure you and tell you what you want. You’re far too old for some grumpy old man to be telling you what to do with your life.” Blueblood nodded his head. He stared at the doorway briefly, his belly turning as he thought about what lie beyond it. He felt Fancy’s hoof slip and run down his side, a brief eruption of giggles coming from Blueblood’s mouth. “Shoot, er…” Fancy Pants grumbled under his breath for a few moments. “Can you at least not pinch quite as hard this time?” "I think I actually get why you like to be tickled, honestly," Blueblood did take a moment to enjoy Fancy's hooves running over his body, even if they did make him want to kick. “Can I wash your back after this instead?” He tried his best to put on a smile, which admittedly wasn’t hard looking at Fancy Pants.. “If you don’t mind smelling like a field of flowers, that is. I just… want a few more minutes to be alone with you. “Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants spoke as Blueblood turned around. He passed the prince the purple bottle of soap. “It offends me you even need to ask that question. You can wash every inch of me if you like. "Don't get greedy." Blueblood pinched Fancy's belly again. Fancy let out what was between a laugh and a yelp, but still handed over the bottles. Blueblood it in hoof and gave Fancy Pants a smile. “Thank you, Fancy.”