My eyes widened at this man's brazen attitude. Granted, I thought he might have gone for a much, much, more direct approach. However, I still had no intention of accepting, since I was still a guy on the inside, and I did not like the look he was giving me.
Still, no need to be disrespectful. I bowed and said, "Thank you for your offer, Prince Blueblood, but I am not currently seeking a relationship right now."
His smile did not leave his face, but he blinked his eyes multiple times. Then, his smile dropped and he said, "You honestly don't know who I am, do you?"
I shook my head.
He began chuckling, before walking towards me. He said, "Well, there is one thing you must know about me."
He made no overly threatening moves, so I stood still, a neutral expression on my face. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him, all for Tim, who was watching him with a barely hidden anger. Once Blueblood had walked up to me he cast a discrete glance at the table, which he was facing away from, before returning his gaze at me. He then whispered, "I usually get what I want, one way or another. And I want you."
Well, this is going to get interesting. I was sure I could defend myself if need be, but I would rather avoid violence if possible.
"Well, no one can get everything they want," I said.
His eye twitched. His face twisted into rage. He looked like he was about to shout something, but a shadow had appeared behind him and grabbed his shoulder. A creaking, smoky, shadow.
"You dare lay a hand on me?!" Blueblood cried, turning around and forcing Tim's hand off his shoulder.
"Princess Celestia," Tim said, though his voice had changed, becoming unrecognizable. For Someone's Glory must have also changed his voice.
"Do you mind if I teach this brat some manners?"
"Brat?! How dare you! I am a prince, and I expect to be treated as such, knave!" Blueblood shouted, getting right in Tim's face.
Just had a thought. He's a Prince, so he must be related to the Princesses...that must have been an interesting marriage. Also, Tim was about ten inches taller than Blueblood.
"I challenge you to a duel!" Blueblood shouted, enraged.
"Blueblood!" Celestia said, getting up from the table.
"Aunt Celestia, this man has insulted my name, my title, and I have a grievance with him! I must be satisfied!"
Celestia calmed herself and sighed. I swear I could see her composure drop for a second and she mouthed, "Your funeral."
She actually said, "Fine, but you will not have your duel here. Go to the guard's sparring arena for your match."
Blueblood nodded, but before he left he fixed me with a disgustingly perverted gaze. Despite myself, I shuddered, causing my feathers to ruffle and sending out small sounds like wind chimes. Blueblood then turned around and walked haughtily out the door.
After he left, I beckoned to Tim.
"Don't kill him, but please make him suffer."
I could feel the grin forming behind the helmet of Berserker.
After Tim and I had followed the Princesses and the Elements to the guard barracks, they separated from us to go to the stands to watch. Tim and I, however, went to the armory to get a weapon for Tim that would not seriously injure Blueblood when Tim swung at him. Suddenly, Blueblood came from a room connected to the armory. He was wearing full golden armor, except for the helmet he held in the crook of his right arm. He had a simple longsword on his hip, but no shield. Was he really that overconfident?
"So, you actually came to battle me! Very well, I have decided to make things interesting," Blueblood said with a smirk.
We both waited for his wager.
It looked like he was waiting for a reaction from us. Surprised by the lack of one, he cleared his throat and continued, "Whoever wins receives this woman's hand."
Immediately, metal rang against metal, producing a wonderfully terrifying noise. However, it was not Tim who had drawn a sword or even moved. Rather, it was I who had, at the time unknowingly, straightened my feathers, causing them to lock together like armor and form a single straight blade down the edge of both wings. I stalked forwards, fixing him with a glare that cowed him almost instantly.
I was not going to sit there while this moron dictated my fate like a piece of property.
"Listen, buster, I am not something you own, I am not something you can just ask to get, and I most certainly am not yours to deal with as you see fit!" I said, feeling my voice reverberate throughout the small armory.
He looked like he was about to wet himself, but shook his head roughly and said, "When you become mine, I'm going to have to teach you not to talk back to your superiors." He then strutted out onto the arena.
I looked to Tim who was just standing there, fists tightly clenched.
"Tim."
He focused on me.
"Crush. His. Royal. Blue. Balls."
Tim chuckled darkly, grinding a fist into his palm.
Blueblood was standing in the center of the arena, his back towards us, absorbing the praise the guards were shouting at him. Tim walked out onto the field, not even wielding a weapon, probably to make sure that my request was fulfilled before Blueblood inevitably gave up. As he did this, many of the soldiers jeered and booed at him. However, I did notice a few of the older soldiers' eyes widen before they rushed off to their commanding officers.
Blueblood turned around and saw Tim standing there, weaponless. "You don't even have a weapon with you? What, are you going to beg for my forgiveness?"
Tim just stood there, motionless, before a deep growl came from his throat.
"Ha! So a dog has challenged me! Fine then, I'll put you down!" Blueblood shouted. Then, he did the most idiotic thing he could have done.
He drew his sword, and threw it at Tim. Granted, he was using his magic to levitate the blade, but still. This match could have been won several times over by now, but Tim was just waiting for the right moment.
Just as the blade was about to reach him, he grabbed it out of mid air, dispelling Blueblood's aura. Heh, Tim's Magic Resistance must have made sure of that.
"What?!"
Then, Tim charged. Faster than I could see, he was in front of Blueblood, who just barely dodged backwards as Tim's fist came crashing down where his head had been. He continued on to the ground however, which collapsed into a small crater around his fist.
Blueblood was stunned from the display of strength. I knew that, with his stats from the game, Tim could easily have hit Blueblood and knocked him out with one blow. He must want to play around.
As Tim pulled his fist out of the ground, I decided now would be a good time for a battle-song.
All around the arena, people began to hear a song from the anime. Apparently, the same effect that helped me create multiple instrumental sounds extended to rock instruments. Then I opened my mouth and began to sing.
Below, Tim was dancing around, playing with Blueblood, who was desperately dodging. Every time he landed, Tim was there, already swinging the sword at him.
However, credit where credit is due, Blueblood knew how to dodge. But I could see the exhaustion in his movements. After a few more seconds of this, Tim looked at the sword in his hand and tossed it back at Blueblood, where it stuck in the ground right between his legs.
Then, Tim charged again and slammed a fist into the prince's chest, blasting him backwards. Of course, he still was not using his full strength, so the prince only fell backwards and slid a few feet. Granted, there was a sizable dent in his breastplate.
Tim slowly walked forwards, taking in the fear in the prince's eyes. Blueblood tried to stand, but Tim knocked him over, flat on his back. As the music reached a crescendo, I closed my mouth. Tim looked towards me. I lifted my arm and held it out, with my fist clenched and a thumb pointing down.
Tim turned back to Blueblood, and slowly raised a foot over his crotch.
"No! Not there!"
The male soldiers who were standing around the arena were already grasping at themselves in preparation. Truth be told, I was also feeling a slight twinge of sympathy for him, but I ruthlessly crushed it under my hatred for slimeballs like him.
Like a bullet, Tim brought his foot down. The world went silent.
Then a crater appeared underneath Blueblood, centered around his groin.
Blueblood went red, then purple.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have never read anything that has make me more happier then I am know after reading your story so far.
*Evil laugh*
Doctor: Get a stretcher
Nurse: it's Blueblood
Doctor: but first a sandwich break
6073376 I'm glad you're enjoying it.
6073377 Hm. How bout a sandwich break, a coffee break, a tv break, and a music break?
I'm getting phantom pains from reading that. I kinda feel sorry for Blueblood but at the same time I don't.
6073386 I got the same feeling, but I wrote him in a way that makes me just love to hate him.
Is it bad that was my reaction in order of what happened to poor Blueblood? He got his ass kicked around and then had his dick and balls turned to so much blood covered powder. I hope he has a sister who is halfway decent to continue the blood line, because he can't any more!
6073428 I'm gonna have to disappoint you.
Just gonna say, magic does wonders on healing.
BUT! That just means he can relive the pain, over, and over, and over again.
Mhehehehehhehehe.
"Crush. His. Royal. Blue. Balls."
The entire story was worth it for that line alone.
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only to find that their hours are up and they don't have to work
6073497 Nurse: But Doctor, what about Prince Blueblood?
Doctor: What about him?
Nurse: He's still on the field.
Doctor: Let the garbage people take care of him.
6073474 I love that line myself.
6073429 I think it would take some sort of brace while he heals at least. Every time some one accidentally brushes against it, making it move and send twinges of pain along his nerves, the shattered pelvis forcing him to stay in bed for a few days at least, and the psychological torture of seeing Berserker... No, I don't read about stuff like that, why do you ask?
6073521 *Whistles* I didn't ask anything, but thanks for the ideas!
This has to be one of, if not the best chaper so far. Just for blue blood having his balls splattered. I begguth thee! Bringuth more!
6073565 Chapter 15 is in the works! More is coming!
He ain't a prince no more.
6073683 If only that were so.
Unfortunately, he won't be removed from his position of political power because he lost a duel, though others will definitely think less of him once they find out that Celedon was not a simple entertainer like he thought, but a guest of the Crown. Not that many people already think less of him.
I'm liking it.
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True, but i was referring to his current lack of balls.
6073717 Ah, I get it. Sorry, sometimes it takes a while for jokes to get to me.
6073709 Glad you like it.
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6073378 But today has just been declared a national holiday
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Also,
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On the side note
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So much pain...And it's delicious.
6073779 *Already left*
I'm fucking cringing and laughing my ass off maniacally at the same time.
I LOVE THIS STORY.
Normally I would feel bad for anyone who gets their balls crushed (outside of a select group of right Yaros)... But this is Blue Blood, the Teme had used one of my top 5 favorite ponies as a shield when he should have been a gentleman and taking The hit for her.
May his ball be healed only to get crushed again and again!
6074294 I'm glad you like it.
6074420 Hehe, I have plans for Blueblood.
I FUCKING LOVE IT
6074458 I'm glad you do.
6074461 and no more of his line of blood
6074474 Refer to a previous comment.
They'll use magic to heal him, but he will very tender.
But then it can happen again. And again. And Again. And again.
AND AGAIN
I LOVE THIS STORY!!MOAR!!!!
damn... I can't believe I actually feel somewhat sorry for him.... somewhat
Well, that had to hurt.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA TAKE THAT YOU ROYAL PRICK!!! clears throat Sorry my inner joker came out
6088630 by the gods. Pity him.
6073740 not anymore.
Welp, C must be glad Tim didn't take that bet.
Hahaaaahaahahaaahahaahahaahahahaahaahahhhahaahahahhahaa*can't breath*
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Like a bullet, Tim brought his foot down. The world went silent.
Then a crater appeared underneath Blueblood, centered around his groin.
Blueblood went red, then purple.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flawless victory, or maybe heroic brutalities!
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I'm holding meh ballz right now when reading that line DX
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oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh god mah nads hurt just reading that........
Ouch, just ouch my dude.
"Hahaha, Brutal!" *CinemaWins Ding*