Royal Relaxation
“Arrrruuuuggggghh!” Prince Blueblood let out the loudest, most frustrated groan he could muster. He wasn’t sure exactly how long he had been composing himself, and most importantly making sure that nopony saw even a hair of his out of place, but the moment the large and soundproof door to his room shut he let every fiber of his being unravel. He might have crashed to the floor in exhaustion if he wasn’t so worried about it being so filthy. Instead he chose to sit and press his back to the door as he dug his hooves into his face and pulled at his tired eyes. He didn’t even want to think about the fact that ponies had seen the dark circles currently presiding.
He felt a mess in the worst way possible. The kind where it felt like everything he did wrong was put under a microscope and inspected. His entire body ached. He wasn’t positive how long he had been standing, only that the sun was rising when he began the day and now the sky was orange with signs of impending twilight. He felt all of his muscles cry out upon any sort of movement.
“Long day, Sweetheart?”
Prince Blueblood took his hooves from his face and stared at the source of the voice. There, on his bed, was Fancy Pants. The older stallion looked as though he hadn’t left bed the entire day. The Prince’s bed, normally neat and tidy until it was time to sleep, was a mess of thrown about silky blankets and pillows. Fancy Pants lounged in a long, red satin robe that just barely covered his flank and left little to the imagination if Blueblood allowed himself to stare. He saw a book in Fancy Pants’ magical grasp be shut and bookmarked. A coy smile crossed the older stallion’s face. A hint of delight at seeing his lover that Blueblood wished he could convey in return.
Instead, Blueblood opted to be rude.
“You look as though you haven’t left bed all day,” Blueblood grumbled. He got to his hooves and rubbed his eyes once more. “Would it kill you to look as though you weren’t the most comfortable stallion in Equestria?”
“Forgive me,” Fancy Pants said with a coy grin. “That would be lying. Tell me, how is it that I’m the one surrounded by cloth all day yet have never felt anything as comfortable as these bed sheets? I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest extent, Sweetheart.”
“Glad to know you’re comfortable,” Blueblood said with a sarcastic tone. He bit his cheek and glanced away from Fancy Pants. He didn’t mean to sound so bitter, especially to the pony he cared for so deeply, but it was difficult to muster any sort of sweetness after the day he had.
Blueblood went towards his vanity in the back of the large room and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked worse than he felt. He could hardly keep his eyes open, and for that he was grateful because it meant he didn’t have to look at his disheveled bowtie, his messy mane, nor the dark circles under his eyes.
He heard hoofsteps behind him, and within moments Fancy Pants was behind him and wrapping arms around the prince’s body. He felt a gentle kiss be placed behind his lips. A tenderness that only Fancy Pants could give him. It helped soften Blueblood’s stone-cold mood, but only a bit.
“Was it that bad today?” Fancy Pants asked. He ran his hoof up Blueblood’s belly to the bit of clothing he wore. He tugged at Blueblood’s bright blue bowtie until it slipped from his neck. He kissed the spot freed by the fabric. Normally that would make Blueblood smile, but not today.
“The worst,” Blueblood said under his breath. “The one time Aunty lets me assist in some sort of political matters and… Ugh, I feel a headache coming on. My whole body hurts, Fancy. I think I just want to lay down for a bit.”
“Hmmm,” Fancy Pants made a noise as he thought. He undid the rest of Blueblood’s clothes and placed them on the vanity table. When Blueblood opened his eyes again he saw Fancy in the mirror seemingly deep in thought.
“Come,” Fancy said. He grabbed at Blueblood’s hoof and pulled.
“Fancy,” Blueblood whined, yet allowed himself to be drug. “I’m tired.”
“I know, I know,” Fancy chuckled. “That’s why I’m going to give you a proper royal treatment. Now, I know I’m not as talented as those fancy servants you have who cater to your every royal whim, but I’ve been told I have quite talented hoofwork when it comes to massages.”
“And just how many stallions have you massaged over the years, old man?” Blueblood questioned as he was led to the bed. When Fancy finally released him he couldn’t bring himself to properly climb on, and instead plopped his upper half on the bed. His backside and back hooves hung off.
“None as handsome as you, I can assure,” Fancy chuckled again.
“Keep talking like that,” Blueblood said. “You’re making me feel better.”
Blueblood was just about to close his eyes again when he felt Fancy Pants place both of his hooves directly on his bottom. His eyes widened and body tensed, but that only made Fancy chuckle.
“F-Fancy,” Blueblood said quickly. His face felt warm.
“Oh, quiet,” Fancy said. He pushed on Blueblood’s bottom until he was able to drag the stallion onto the bed fully. “If you can’t muster enough strength to even climb on the bed I feel as though I deserve at least a bit of a fun touch to drag you on myself.”
“Dirty old man,” Blueblood grumbled.
“Mmm, yes,” Fancy giggled. He leaned down and kissed Blueblood right on his lips. The prince couldn’t help but smile just a bit. He rolled onto his back so Fancy could lay on top of him and kiss him again. When Fancy finally pulled away and brushed back Blueblood’s blonde mane away from his eyes he eas smiling.
“Tell me where you’re sore, Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants said. “And go on, tell me about your day.”
“Ugh,” Blueblood groaned. “I told you. Everywhere.”
“Full body, got it,” Fancy Pants smiled. “Roll over so I can start at your shoulders.”
Blueblood compiled and rolled onto his belly. He felt Fancy Pants sit on his back, putting both of his hind legs on either side of the prince. He leaned forward and dug his forelegs into Blueblood’s shoulders. While it was initially rough, the massaging soon began. Blueblood closed his eyes and laid his cheek against the soft bed.
“It was awful,” Blueblood grumbled as Fancy Pants massaged. “Somehow the whole debate turned into why I was even there. How Celestia could ALLOW her nephew to do such immoral things with another stallion.”
“Mmm,” Fancy Pants made a noise. “They sound very uneducated.”
“Aunty stood up for me, of course,” Blueblood said. “But I ended up debating the merits of two stallions, or two mares for that fact, dating and marrying like they can here in Equestria. I didn’t ask to be some sort of advocate, Fancy. Ugh, they looked at me like some scum.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants said as he ran his hooves down to Blueblood’s back and began to press. “Were they at least ugly?”
“Hideous,” Blueblood grumbled. “I’m surprised any of them could find a pony or gryphon or whatever they were to marry. You’d think being so ugly they’d be open to dating the same sex. More options.”
Fancy Pants chuckled.
“I trust you didn’t let those feelings slip too much at the debate?” Fancy asked.
“I’m not a moron, Fancy,” Blueblood replied. “Nor am I some activist. What exactly did they hope to accomplish by catching me so heavily off guard?”
“I’m afraid to tell you, Pudding,” Fancy Pants said with a hint of sympathy in his otherwise sugary tone. “That when you’re as powerful as you are everything you do is seen as a blanket statement for what you represent.”
“You’re doing a little too much causing me anxiety and a bit too little massaging,” Blueblood grumbled.
“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants whispered. “I’ll get right on helping you relax. “
For a moment Fancy Pants rubbed at Blueblood’s lower back just above the base of his tail. The way he emphasized the word relaxed, however, made one of Blueblood’s ears twitch. He recognized that tone, but of course didn’t fully realize Fancy’s intentions before two awfully grabby hooves went to both sides of his flank.
“F-Fancy,” Blueblood mumbled.
“Shhh, Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants whispered in a soothing tone. “Allow me to take away your worries. Just relax for me, Pudding.”
“Mmm,” Blueblood made a noise that he quickly muffled by crossing his forelegs and burying his muzzle into them. He could feel Fancy’s hooves glide along his bottom and closer to the hole below his tail. He felt a squeeze and then a pull. Fancy was teasing him. He heard a chuckle of delight come from the older stallion just as he felt both sides of his bottom be pulled apart.
“Dirty old man,” Blueblood grumbled into his forelegs.
Before Blueblood had a chance to say anything else he felt the wet sensation of a tongue dive between his cheeks and against his tailhole. A whine escaped the prince’s mouth as did his tongue in a pitiful moan he couldn’t resist. He clamped hooves over his mouth again to hide his whine, but couldn’t manage to loosen his locked hind legs. He felt the whiskers of a moustache of Fancy’s upper lip tickle the sensitive area as his tongue as good of a job of making him squirm as blush as it always did. If it wasn’t with words, it would be with actions that Fancy’s tongue could make Blueblood turn into putty.
Fancy’s hooves were firm but still delicate as they groped and toyed with Blueblood’s rump. Pinching and pulling and reading and everything else that would make Blueblood feel as though he were a merely a toy for the older stallion’s amusement. He felt the tongue of the stallion work around his hole and greedily try to pry every noise of pleasure under the sun from Blueblood’s mouth.
“Haa…” Blueblood gasped out. Even his hooves covering his mouth couldn’t muffle the sound he made when Fancy hit a delicate spot.
“Relaxing?” Fancy Pants asked. His face was finally free of Blueblood’s exposed hole. Fancy climbed forward and pressed something hard and warm between the Prince’s cheeks vertically.
“So hard so soon?” Blueblood grumbled, shifting in place far too aware that his own cock was hard and pressed to the bed. “You’re far too excitable.”
“I can’t help it,” Fancy Pants giggled. “You’re tasty.”
As he spoke those words Fancy drug his cock up and down between Blueblood’s buttcheeks. He used his own saliva as lube so it would run smoothly and with little resistance. Blueblood bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to let any more noises escape to tell how much he enjoyed the sensation.
“Come now,” Fancy Pants said. “Roll over for me, would you? I very well can’t help you relax unless I have access to all of you, now can I?”
“Is that supposed to convince me?” Blueblood asked as he glanced over his shoulder. “I know very well the sort of ideas for relaxation you have going through your head, Fancy.”
Blueblood smirked regardless of his words.
“Very well,” The prince said with a roll of his eyes, and complied to Fancy Pants’ request. He rolled onto his back and allowed his own cock, equally as hard as Fancy’s own, to be revealed. It was a light grey and stuck up toward the ceiling. Fancy eyed it and licked his lips as though he were looking at a delectable treat.
“Is this the sort of massage you’ve given to all your stallion lovers throughout the years, old man?”
“I may be just a few years shy of double your age,” Fancy Pants said as he slunk forward like a hungry predator. He ignored Blueblood’s cock entirely and instead pressed his lips to Blueblood’s belly. “But I assure you that all my lovers have never compared to somepony as handsome as you.”
“What a romantic,” Blueblood giggled at Fancy’s cheesy words. Despite the fact that he said it sarcastically the prince couldn’t help but blush. “Why not prove it to me, then?”
“Gladly,” Fancy Pants said with a smile.
Fancy went to work quick. He was good at that. His lips pressed to Blueblood’s belly, and soon came his tongue. He drug it slowly all the way to one of Blueblood’s nipples. He grazed his teeth lightly after swirling his tongue around. Blueblood’s nipples were inverted, and took a good deal of coaxing to become erect. Fancy had to work slowly as tingling sensations went all throughout the Prince’s body.
“Oh goodness,” Blueblood hissed.
“Mmm,” Fancy made a noise as he suckled on Blueblood’s nipple. He ran his hoof up the other end of Blueblood’s body and stroked the end of it over Blueblood’s other nipple. He tickled gently to coax it to harden, and when that didn’t work he freed his lips of the one he was working on and switched positions.
“You’re so tender, Pudding,” Fancy Pants said with a delight in his tone. “Have you always been so sensitive all over?”
“Quiet,” Blueblood hissed with cheeks as red as a rose.
Fancy’s tongue was rough in all the right ways. His teeth rough but never to the point of pain. At the most a tiny squeak of surprise would slip out of Blueblood’s lips when he switched from licking to nibbling to suckling. The hot breath from his nostrils rolled over the areas he had done well to lick and sent goosebumps up Blueblood’s sides. The prince giggled lightly as Fancy rolled his hoof in small circles over his belly and nipples. He gazed up at Blueblood with a gaze that made Blueblood’s heart race.
“I love you,” Blueblood said without thinking.
Fancy giggled.
“W-What’s so funny,” Blueblood snapped.
“You’re just adorable,” Fancy Pants said. “When you let yourself be genuine like that.”
Blueblood made a ‘huff’ sound of annoyance, but then felt tender lips kiss at the base of his belly.
“I love you as well, Sweetheart.”
Blueblood allowed himself to cock his head toward the ceiling and smile at those words. They were warm and filled his chest to the brim with sensations he struggled to put into words.
Of course, Fancy only allowed but a moment to let the prince bask in those warm and fuzzy feelings before moving straight back to pleasure. Blueblood felt a hoof touch his cock at the base and glide all the way to the tip. He brought his lips right to the midpoint and kissed it. Blueblood bit his lip and stared down. The sight of Fancy Pants with a cock near draping over his face was… quite honestly erotic beyond words for the prince. The way he looked at Blueblood with such longing and desire that Blueblood tried to convey right back.
“You’re delightfully tasty tonight,” Fancy Pants cooed. He licked slowly up the base and to the head. Blueblood bit harder on his lip as the motion was repeated from a new angle. He licked slowly as though he were savoring the flavor. He ran his tongue along the cockhead in a circular motion as though it were an ice cream cone melting over the edges. Not once did he allow his lips to completely envelop Blueblood’s cock and properly suck.
This was what Fancy Pants was good at. Long, drawn out, and painfully slow teasing. A desire to push Blueblood to his breaking point of horny need before finally giving in to every desire the stallion had. It was a game they had played since they had begun dating, but had never said the rules aloud. If Blueblood were to ask, or Celestia forbid beg for more it would be hung over his head for weeks. If Fancy were to show his true animalistic desires too fast, or not tease and please for an appropriate amount of time, the same would be hung over his head.
Blueblood adored every moment.
Another long, lustful lick up his cock and Blueblood let out a gasp. He grabbed at the covers on either side of himself and squeezed. Fancy buried his face into Blueblood’s balls and licked at them as well. It was driving the prince insane now. He so desperately wanted the burning sensation and need to cum in his cock to finally just explode.
Still… there was one problem.
“Fancy,” Blueblood said. It was a struggle to keep his words steady with a tongue halfway up his cock. “I… I think I’m too sore for you to be in me tonight.”
Blueblood closed his eyes. He could hardly believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He must be insane, or perhaps delusional, from the exhaustion of the day. How badly he wanted Fancy to be with him in such an intimate way.
“That is indeed a problem.” Fancy Pants said. He grabbed Blueblood’s cock and pumped it gently. Blueblood whined and squirmed in place. “Well… I suppose it can’t be helped. Why don’t you let me take it tonight, Sweetheart?”
Blueblood opened his eyes. He stared down at Fancy Pants who had abandoned the prince’s cock and was adjusting his monocle. He stared at Blueblood without a hint of teasing, and it was then that the prince realized he was serious.
“You?” Blueblood questioned. “On bottom?”
“Oh don’t be so surprised,” Fancy Pants said with a roll of his eyes. “I’ve taken stallions MUCH larger than you in my day. Err, not to disregard your size, Sweetheart. You’re quite large.”
“T-That’s not the point!” Blueblood snapped and sat up. “We’ve never… I… I mean…”
“You’ve never requested,” Fancy Pants said with a shrug. “I assumed from all the moaning and whimpering you do you prefer being on bottom. Isn’t that right?”
Fancy reached out his hoof and squeezed Blueblood’s chin. The stallions felt intense heat cross his face as he turned his head. He would be lying if he said the thought never crossed his mind, but things were always so simple the way they always were he never thought of pursuing it.
“Okay…” Blueblood said under his breath.
“Don’t you worry none, darling,” Fancy Pants said with a grin. He pushed Blueblood back. “I’ll do all the work. Just focus on relaxation.”
Blueblood was back to laying on his back. His cock was still hard and his legs still spread. He watched as Fancy Pants climbed up onto him and spread his legs apart. Something soft and fluffy pressed to Blueblood’s cock. It was clear before just how large Fancy Pants was in comparison to Blueblood’s well kept body, but now it was staring him dead in the face. The older unicorn’s portly belly and round bottom were different than Blueblood’s fairly young and fit body. He wouldn’t say he disliked these features on Fancy; truth be told he found them appealing in a way he could never admit out loud. The idea of his cock in Fancy’s bottom made his mouth feel dry. He had never properly seen Fancy’s body move when they made love. He had certainly felt his belly slap to his back or seen glimpsed in the vanity across the room, but never from this angle.
“Ready?” Fancy Pants asked.
Blueblood blinked. Fancy was just pushing aside a bottle of lube he had apparently applied to himself when the Prince was lost in thought. Blueblood slowly nodded his head, and Fancy grinned in return. He had turned his body around so the prince was confronted with Fancy’s back and bottom. It too was large, and especially round.
Blueblood felt warmth on the head. He heard Fancy gasp just as that warm surrounded the top.
“A-Ahh,” Fancy hissed.
“You alright?” Blueblood asked.
“Y-Yes,” Fancy said with a nod of his head. “It’s just been a bit, Sweetheart. L-Lord you’re eager.”
Fancy bit his lip visibly and turned his head over his shoulder to meet Blueblood’s eye. Sweat was gathering on his forehead as he lowered his bottom slowly. He gasped as he was finally able to sit down. Blueblood was still on his back and stared as Fancy’s cock was fully erect and near his face. The older stallion was gasping and red in the face.
“Dear me,” Fancy Pants hissed.
“How do you feel?” Was the only thing Blueblood could think to ask.
“Fairly full,” Fancy Pants said with a chuckle. “Oh Celestia give me a moment.”
He leaned over slightly. As Fancy’s breathing slowed more sweat gathered on his body. Twilight was finally fading outside and moonlight ran in, glistening on the older unicorn’s pure white coat. He looked beautiful in the prince’s eyes.
“Right,” Fancy Pants said as he raised his body and then lowered it slowly. “Let me help you relax, Sweetheart.”
Fancy’s movements were slow at first as he tested the limits of his body. Occasionally he would gasp and slow down or pause entirely, but soon enough he got into the rhythm of the movements. He used his hind legs spread on either side of Blueblood’s body to thrust himself up and down. Blueblood was unable to take his eyes off of the stallion whose body he adored. His back arched as he got into the rhythm, but what was most distracting was his bottom.
Blueblood had never seen Fancy’s bottom move so vigorously. He felt his cock move in and out of Fancy’s body as the stallion truly did all the work. Given how large it was it jiggled. Slowly at first, but more noticeable the faster he moved. Blueblood felt the chubbiness of the cheeks grip his cock and it only excited him more. It was genuine and not something Fancy attempted to hide as his own belly jiggled just the same. Fancy had always managed to not only feel attractive, but carry himself in a way where Blueblood never doubted it despite the proportions that most ponies in Canterlot would scoff at. He wanted to reach forward and grab Fancy. Hold him in his forelegs and grab at his body out of raw, animalistic desire. However, he realized all too soon that it was growing too late for that.
There was a burning sensation in Blueblood’s body as he whimpered without realizing the sounds came from him. The way Fancy’s flank slapped down onto his body and his hole gripped around his cock made the prince whine.
“Oh, make those sounds for me more, Sweetheart,” Fancy Pants gasped out. Even on bottom he was still dominating the bed.
“A-Ahhh,” Blueblood moaned without even thinking.
“Louder!” Fancy Pants cried out.
Blueblood did as he was commanded without effort. Truly letting himself go down a road of pure pleasure as Fancy did all the work in fucking himself. Blueblood no longer bit his lip but allowed the moans of pleasure to flow freely as he gasped and arched his back. He began thrusting his hips in tune to Fancy’s movements.
“C-Cum in me!” Fancy Pants cried out.
Almost as though Fancy Pants could read his mind, Blueblood felt the point of no return fast approaching. He threw his head back and cried out in waves of pleasure as he felt himself cum into his lover. His back arched fully and he whined helplessly as the sensation overtook his entire being. He felt so much cum come out of him that it began to leak out of Fancy’s bottom and down his balls. He whined as Fancy’s movements slowed and finally stopped as he pulled himself free. His bottom looked soaked in seed.
Blueblood closed his eyes in pure exhaustion as he felt a body flop beside his own. Wordlessly he rolled over and buried his muzzle into Fancy Pants’ chest. He felt forelegs wrap firmly around him. A kiss was placed on top of his forehead just next to his horn.
“Relaxed?” Fancy Pants questioned.
“Very,” Blueblood answered. Though exhausted, he no longer felt pain or soreness. He felt a hoof run up and down his back.
“We should probably clean up,” Fancy Pants said. “You don’t want to wake up feeling exhausted.”
“In a little,” Blueblood answered. He snuggled closer to Fancy Pants’ chest and wrapped his own forelegs around the stallion. “If you dare stop cuddling me right now I’ll never forgive you.”
Fancy Pants chuckled.
“As you wish, Blueblood.”