By all intents and purposes, it could’ve been claimed that Fillydelphia had one of its most beautiful starting weekends as the summer months arrived in Equestria. Due to the efforts from Cloudsdale just weeks before, the bustling cityscape still had immaculately pristine weather which made it perfect to spend the day outside. However, even with all the citizens out and about to take advantage of the cloudless skies, there were just as many eager ponies who were standing in wait outside the Fillydelphia Convention Center. And right above the main doors of the massive building, a large banner was hanging to display the weekend’s venue in a bold black font:
The 10th Annual Fillydelphia Equestrian Fetish FunCon - ADULTS ONLY
Even though that age restriction seemed like a bit much with the larger lettering, it would’ve been hard to realize what kind of venue this was from the ponies lined up outside. There were Equestrians of all shapes and sizes standing in wait, who ranged from slender mares to buff and burly stallions. Many of them were also carrying large luggage bags, which most likely held items that were meant to be worn or used away from the outside public. Unless anypony were to wander in too close to eavesdrop on their hushed conversations, it could’ve easily been assumed that this convention was for some totally safe-for-work event.
Near the front of that long line, one particular pony tried his hardest to keep himself casually discrete while wearing a black hoodie. Even though the hood was pulled down to keep himself from looking suspicious, he made sure to conceal his appearance as best as he could by tying his luscious blonde mane in a tight ‘Man-Bun’ behind his head. He was also wearing a thick pair of aviator shades, which he constantly had to readjust on his snout with the aid of his horn. Fortunately for the pony struggling to remain incognito, there were five other guys who were standing fairly close to him from all sides; all of them were wearing bulky hoodies as well, but that was mostly to hide their utility packs and Royal Guard badges from the public.
“Nnnnghhh…” The larger stallion fidgeted a bit while standing out in the open, and had to struggle not to look up at that banner he was stuck underneath. He didn’t want to feel too paranoid, but his bitten lip was noticeable enough to catch the attention of the five ponies stationed around him. But before any of them could try to escort him away from the line, or even ask him if he was okay, the unicorn leaned his head in towards one of them to ask, “Mud-Slinger, are you sure this is a good idea? If even one paparazzi photographer notices me here and takes a picture--”
“Hey, you gotta relax, Blueblood~” The pony lifted up a brown hoof to press against the stallion’s muzzle, which helped to silence him for that interruption. Unlike Blueblood, who was trying his hardest to keep himself unnoticed, the brown Earth Pony seemed fairly comfortable having his face out in the open. And as he shot his Prince a warm and reassuring smile, he made sure to lean in a little closer to add snidely, “Besides, can you really say this would be the most controversial thing associated with you?~”
Just a few months ago, such a comment from his Guard would’ve resulted in a physical response worthy of a Court Marshall by Princess Twilight herself; but due to more recent events, the only thing Blueblood could think to do was reel away from Mud-Slinger with a heavy blush across his cheeks. He may have still been worried, but it was hard for him to speak up in opposition due to his past history. Meanwhile, Mud-Slinger and the other Guards all looked at one another with amused smirks and brief snickering.
It had only been two months since Discord gave an impromptu “reformation” to Prince Blueblood, despite being on strict probation for his involvement with the Legion of Doom which nearly decimated Equestria. Even though what he did to the Prince wasn’t nearly his most egregious act, Discord still had to stand trial before Princess Twilight when she heard about Celestia’s nephew being literally fucked-over by his personal Guards. Fortunately for the soldiers, none of them had to face any reprimand after Twilight learned of their months of abuse under Blueblood, and Discord’s reasonings for hypnotizing the Prince to act as their apologetic cocksock. In fact, even with the knowledge of Blueblood’s personality and behavior being drastically altered by Discord, Twilight didn’t even try to ask for him to undo the hypnosis either.
Sure, Blueblood was still technically “hypnotized” to ingratiate with his Guards, but the newly-coronated ruler couldn’t exactly ask for Discord to undo it when he was making so much progress. Along with making a public apology, and even paying reprimands from his personal accounts to make up for his years of abuse towards castle staff, Blueblood even went out of his way to pay off the debts to Rarity’s boutique in Canterlot to apologize for the infamous “Cake Incident.” Not to mention, Discord made sure to get a petition signed by every single Guard and staff member of Canterlot Castle, who all threatened to quit on the spot if Blueblood was reverted back to his old ways. So despite how ethically grey the matter may have seemed from Twilight’s perspective, she’d rather deal with the current Blueblood as opposed to the asshole he used to be.
It wasn’t clear how much of Discord’s chaotic magic was still in effect (or even if Blueblood was consciously aware of his hypnosis himself), but he had grown self-aware enough to carry a lot of guilt for his actions. Luckily for the Prince, it was fairly easy for him to be redeemed among his Guards after offering up his body for their personal use that fateful day. And in the weeks that passed, Blueblood made sure to keep up his atonement as best as he could after inducting the five as his personal Guards with hefty pay raises, as well as some “private” benefits the group couldn’t refuse. The Prince hadn’t found the courage to come out of the stable publically just yet (despite Pinkie Pie offering to throw him a massive coming out party free of charge), but he was hopeful that his new friends could help him to better emerge from his former shell.
“Hey, come on now,” said one of the other Guards who nudged Blueblood from the side with a reassuring smile. “You really shouldn’t act so stressed. Everypony in line is here to have fun, just like all of us. And I can promise you, everything is going to be okay.”
Unlike the other Guards, who were all shorter than the surprisingly bulky Prince, Blueblood had to look upward to give a thankful smile to the zebra who nudged him. Zeno was technically one of the few non-ponies who could be seen in line, but his black hoodie helped to keep himself incognito alongside the others. Even though he was arguably treated the worst among his fellow Guards back when Blueblood was still an abusive narcissist (both for his orientation and species), Zeno was also the first to forgive the Prince following his reformation. He was also the one who helped to coax Blueblood into taking this impromptu trip in the first place, much to the others’ well-appreciated approval.
“Th… Thanks, Zeno,” said Blueblood with a gracious nod towards the zebra, which caused the Guard to smile more thankfully. Considering how long the Prince had spent calling his Guards every slur and derogatory term under the sun, it was refreshing for the group to hear him address them by their actual names. When Blueblood glanced back at the others, he was happy to see all of them nodding their heads in agreement with Zeno’s assurance. One of the Guards, a muscular white unicorn who was the only one with his hood pulled-up, smiled at the Prince as he gave him a comforting nudge from the side.
“Zeno’s not the only one willing to help you out,” said the unicorn while shrugging his head playfully to one side. “I mean, given how you used to be, it should really say a lot that we’re all friends now, right?”
Zapper may have brought up a valid point, but Blueblood could only nod reluctantly while struggling not to bite his lip in shame. Even though he made up with his Guards in one of the boldest means imaginable, he was fully aware that the five could’ve easily ditched him the moment they were all finished. But despite a couple awkward conversations between himself and the Guards throughout the following weeks, Blueblood couldn’t have been happier that they were all so keen on helping him to better himself. So even with his looming apprehensions -- especially when the line started to grow more antsy closer to the main doors -- Blueblood was able to sigh contentedly enough before saying, “Well, I… I suppose that’s a fair point. And it really does mean a lot that you’ve all trusted me enough to stay by my side.”
The five Guards all let out touched-sounding “Dawwws” before circling around the Prince to give him a group hug. The close contact was more than enough to make Blueblood blush profusely, but his trembling lips were able to form a thankful smile before he hugged them back. One of the pegasus stallions in the group, whose blue fur and darker blue mane went really well with his black hoodie, made sure to say after letting go of Blueblood, “Hey, that’s what friends are for, dude! And since we’ve been able to trust you, I think it’s only fair you trust us with this~”
Blueblood couldn’t refute Rush’s point if he tried, so he decided to just breathe out with a flustered huff while nodding back at him. The other pegasus of the group, who was a red stallion with a frosty white mane, made sure to add from Blueblood’s other side, “Besides, do you really think we’re gonna screw you over in a public place? I mean, even back then we wouldn’t have tried anything that stupid! And that’s not just because it would’ve costed us our jobs either.”
Of all the things Blueblood could’ve heard to make himself feel better, it was Glider’s truthful dose of logic that got to him the best. The Prince may have been paranoid for fairly justified reasons, but he also knew that all five of the Royal Guards took their jobs very seriously. Heck, considering how harshly he used to treat them before his reformation, Blueblood could honestly admit that their diligence and straight-laced demeanors carried a level of respect equal to Prince Shining Armor. And because of that, the Prince was able to sigh in contentment by the time he heard a round of cheers starting from the front of the line.
“Whoooo!!~”
“Yeah!”
“Alright, let’s have some fun!~”
As soon as the doors of the venue officially opened to bring everypony inside, those cheers spread around to get the entire line excited. Blueblood felt flustered enough to make his fur stand up underneath his hoodie, bue the enthusiastic cheers his friends made helped to keep his smile remaining natural. “Alright, buddy,” said Rush, who used one of his strong blue wings to wrap over Blueblood’s back to put him at ease. “It looks like you’re gonna be able to take off that pesky hoodie soon enough~”
That remark caused Rush and the others to all snicker with more devious-looking grins on Prince Blueblood. And despite how determined he may have been to go through with such a boldly impromptu event, the Prince couldn’t help wincing worriedly as the line began to move forward.
Due to how tinted the outside windows of the Fillydelphia Convention Center were (most likely to keep the interior space nice and cool), most of the attendees for the event were excited to see what perverted things waited them inside. Even though this was Prince Blueblood’s first time at a Fetish-themed convention, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it wasn’t just a straight-up orgy in the middle of a giant room. Instead, the convention center’s massive space was being used to host dozens of booths and stands for ponies to peruse. Whether it be product sales, tattoo and piercing booths, food stands, or open demonstrations of various kinky things, all of the individual spaces were being hosted by respectable vendors who carried the best in professionalism and customer service. Even though it was hard to look around without seeing a dildo or gimp-mask being paraded around by one of the many attendees, Blueblood was happy to see that the Fetish convention was pretty much the same as any other weekend event.
After the group got themselves registered with ease, Blueblood tried to feel more comfortable with himself as he walked around the venue. His five Guards were all walking in a specific formation around the Prince, but made sure to keep themselves looking casual while protecting the Royal family member. Blueblood’s sunglasses and man-bun remained on his head, but none of his friends tried to coax him out of that. Instead, the kinky Guards were more keen on escorting Blueblood around the venue as a lucky-first timer, and getting him into something more appropriate for the event’s clientele.
“Hmmm…” Zeno, whose Zebrican heritage gave him a surprisingly good knowledge of body art, couldn’t help glancing over at a piercing station one of the booths was hosting. But alas, despite how tempting it would’ve been, Zeno eventually sighed with a scoff and said, “Man, imagine if we could get Bluey to pierce his nipples~”
Blueblood’s muzzle pursed tightly shut as he struggled not to cringe from such an idea. Meanwhile, Glider had to cover his mouth with a hoof while snickering under his breath. “Oh, jeeze! Even nowadays, I can’t see him doing something like that!”
While he and the others laughed at such a hypothetical, Blueblood merely rolled his eyes while carrying a flatter expression. “Just in case it isn’t common knowledge among civilians,” noted the Prince, who had to stop himself for a split-second to keep from saying ‘peasants’ instead of civilians, “it’s actually forbidden by the order of the crown for any Royal family members with governing status to get body art.”
That point prompted Zeno’s ears to slump down in disappointment, most likely because of how perfect Blueblood’s fur would’ve been for a tattoo artist to play with. Meanwhile, the other Guards all looked back at the Prince with varying looks of surprise. “Wait, seriously?” asked Glider with a raise of his brow. “How long was that a rule? I could’ve sworn I never learned about that in training.”
Blueblood merely shrugged before answering with, “Well, I don’t know all the details myself, since the measure has been in effect for several centuries. But from what I’ve been able to learn, apparently Celestia got in a bit of an international scandal when she was gifted a Zebrican tattoo on her foreleg, which happened to look remarkably similar to the insignia of a Moldovian terrorist group. It was completely coincidental, but it still prompted Celestia to undergo laser-treatments and issue a ban to appease all the furious nobles.”
Blueblood wasn’t really thinking much about that story as he explained the details, mostly since he always saw it as a silly little story his Aunt would share at private events after a few glasses of wine. However, the moment he glanced back at the Guards, he froze upon seeing the five pairs of bulging eyes staring at him in absolute shock. The Prince had to reel back from their stunned stares as his eyes darted back and forth. “... Ummmm… D-Did I say something wrong?”
Zeno had to clench his muzzle shut with a hoof, just to keep from screaming the words “Celestia has a tattoo?!” at the top of his lungs in the middle of the convention center. Fortunately, since the venue was already becoming crowded from ponies who were getting donned in various forms of fetish gear, nopony seemed to be paying attention to Blueblood’s group. Because of that, Rush was able to speak in a more hushed tone after blinking a couple times. “Ummm… S-Since when did Celestia get tattooed?!”
“Hm?” Blueblood’s brows rose in surprise, not having realized that fact wasn’t known by his Guards. But after a meager shrug of his shoulders, he said, “Oh, that was literally centuries ago. She told me she only had a dozen or so in her lifetime, but most of them had faded away completely before my great-grandfather was born.”
The Prince then looked back around the venue, letting his statement linger in the air while the others processed that detail in silence. Most of them were still shocked by such a revelation, but Blueblood’s casual demeanor prompted the five to merely shrug in acceptance. Zeno seemed especially intrigued by that revelation, but decided to huff to himself without pressing that detail further. “Well... the piercing idea was more of a joke than anything else. But don’t worry, we won’t try anything that extreme.”
“Yeah! Besides…” Mud-Slinger, who was already removing his hoodie before any of the others, made sure to shoot Blueblood a pervy smirk as he said, “I’d rather stick the little Prince with something a bit bigger. And throbbing~”
Even though he knew Mud-Slinger was trying to get him all worked up, that retort was corny enough to make Blueblood openly scoff. “Oh, come on now!” he said with a hint of disdain in his regal voice. “I know we’re at one of the few places where that kind of talk is appropriate, but you could at least carry a little more tact, Private.”
Blueblood may have been turning a new leaf in his life alongside his friends, but that didn’t mean his authoritative voice wasn’t intimidating enough to make the other Guards worry for a moment. But for Mud-Slinger, who made sure to tuck his neatly-folded jacket into his saddlebag, all he could do was shrug while standing out in the open in his attire. “You really think I can be tactful while wearing this, Bluey?~”
Mud-Slinger was carrying a rather prideful smirk as he glanced back at Blueblood without any shame, and stood in his custom-made pleather harness that clung tightly across his chest. A large middle ring was nestled right between his muscular pecs, while the thick black straps held tightly to the ring and locked him in his gear. The black material also carried a thin yellow strip that went down the straps, which was meant to serve as a color-coded system for what he was into. And since Blueblood already knew what yellow meant in this context, his cheeks remained deeply blushed while looking away from him in silence.
“Heh~” The Earth Pony looked rather proud of himself when he saw Blueblood’s response, and he glanced back at the others to say, “Well, whad’ya know? I didn’t even have to say anything to shut him up~”
Blueblood may have been under Discord’s hypnosis, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to shoot Mud-Slinger a stern and warning glare. Fortunately, the soldier was quick to notice how his Superior was looking, and quickly dropped his smug grin to remain respectful. “Uhhh… S-Sorry, your Highness.”
Even though he appreciated the Private’s apology, Blueblood exhaled with another eyeroll in response. “Oh, you don’t have to be that formal,” he clarified with a more apologetic tone, before he sighed and said back at him, “but with that being said, thank you.”
Since those last two words had only recently become a common thing in Blueblood’s vocabulary, his apology was more than enough to get Mud-Slinger smiling again. Luckily for the group as a whole, any lingering awkwardness that could’ve stemmed from that exchange was quickly extinguished as they continued their trek around the convention floor. Blueblood was the only one who wasn’t undoing his hoodie just yet, mostly due his own feelings of hesitance regarding being seen out in the open. Meanwhile, the other four Guards all undid their own jackets to be seen in their matching pleather harnesses, each of them boasting a color different from Mud-Slinger’s yellow garm.
The zebra Guard Zeno was wearing a black harness that boasted purple stripes, which Blueblood learned from their conversations was a color linked to getting piercings as a BDSM-esque kink. Meanwhile, the unicorn Zapper finally undid his hoodie to show off his vibrant orange mane, which matched the stripes on his harness to indicate he was up for basically anything. Rush was wearing a grey-striped harness that went surprisingly well with his blue coat, and was meant to serve as an advertisement for his affinity for bondage. And as for Glider, who was wearing a red-striped harness that nearly matched his coat, he carried a confident-looking smirk while looking around the venue with his attire boasting his personal kink: Hoofing~
Since all of the Guards were technically on “duty”, the group were all also wearing Guard-issued utility belts that hung around their waists, and carried multiple pouches for various defense and medical items. They also had their issued batons strapped to the sides, as well as their badges hanging from lanyards around their necks so convention staff were aware. Blueblood was worried that those additions would make them stand out rather blatantly among the kinky venue, but he was surprised to see how naturally those utilitarian items went along with their harnesses. And since there were countless other ponies walking around the convention in harnesses and other fetish gear (including several pup-hoods, which Blueblood had only recently learned about from his peers), nopony shot any second-glances towards the Guards who were staring back at their Prince in wait.
“Well, Bluey?” asked Rush, who made sure to perk his brows up a couple times to emphasize his flirtatious tone. “You ready to take your hoodie off?~”
Blueblood squirmed with his muzzle tightly clasped shut, and his eyes tried to avert away from Rush’s teasingly coy smirk. But much to the Prince’s dismay, any glances elsewhere caused him to be met with an equally insistent grin from one of the other Guards. The stallion’s ears wilted downward as he tried not to wince, but he knew that he couldn’t necessarily refuse their shared request either. After all, if his friends were willing to show off their kink-colored harnesses for everypony to see, then he shouldn’t have much reason to stand down himself.
“Ughhhh…” Blueblood may have looked rather dismayed in defeat, but he still lit up his horn so he could pull off his hoodie with relative ease. “Well, hopefully these shorts will cover my cutie mark well enough…”
The Prince closed his eyes while slipping the bulky black hoodie off his back, which was quickly taken by one of the Guards to place inside of his saddlebag. Meanwhile, Blueblood stood with a heavy blush while wearing nothing but a tight pair of black latex shorts over his backside, and a matching tanktop that clung to his muscular torso. Even though the garments weren’t as revealing or suggestive as the harnesses his Guards were wearing, they also helped to emphasize the stallion’s curves in all the right ways. Blueblood was also wearing a thick black collar that was latched around his neck, which happened to have a metal bracket on the front to hold a tag or leash. But for now, the Prince was standing as a fairly clean slate while his friends all grinned excitedly.
“Oooooh, look at you now!” piped Glider, who reached up to take off Blueblood’s sunglasses before he could protest. Even though his man-bun was still tied to the back of his head, Blueblood struggled to stand still as he looked around and squirmed worriedly. Fortunately, the red pegasus was quick to say sincerely, “And don’t worry, your Highness. Those shorts completely cover up your cutie mark, so if anything, ponies might just assume you’re a doppelganger or something.”
Due to his paranoia on the matter, Blueblood couldn’t exactly smile in response to Glider’s attempt to quell his worries. But as he looked around the convention center, his nervousness started to slowly subside when various ponies walked past him and the Guards without much of a second glance. Aside from a couple suggestive-looking stares from some of the attendees, it didn’t seem like many ponies were paying much attention to the guys’ faces as much as they were their bodies. And while that revelation was comforting for the closeted Prince, Blueblood still felt rather exposed while his latex-laden body was being shown in such a tactless display.
“Ummm… C-Could we try and find someplace to visit or something?” asked the Prince with a sheepishly meek expression beneath his blush. “I… I’d rather not be standing out in the open like this.”
“Ohhhhh, don’cha worry, Bluey~” Mud-Slinger made sure to usher the Prince alongside them as the group began their un-hoodied trek around the spacious event. With the burly stallion still circled around from all sides by his harnessed brethren, Blueblood tried his hardest not to shiver when Slinger went up close to his ear and whispered, “I have a feeling you’ll like the exposure soon enough~”
Blueblood had no way to discern what Mud-Slinger meant with such a statement, but it was certainly enough to make his cheeks grow hotter from his blush. But as he was escorted towards a large booth full of BDSM leather gear, it wasn’t too difficult for the Prince to become distracted by the array of items that were being displayed for sale. A large banner at the top advertised the stand as “Daddy’s Den,” while racks of leather gear and chained items were poised around the area.
“Ooh, such a nice little group you got there~” said the slender mare seated behind the register, who was wearing a spiked collar that matched her pleather vest. She was also sporting a bleached-white mane that she dyed a bright neon green, and grey fur across her forelegs were covered from shoulder to hoof with intricate tattoos. She didn’t seem to recognize Prince Blueblood while his mane was tied up, but her cheerful smile and nod elicited an audible gulp from the stallion. Fortunately, the mare seemed smart enough to recognize the group as being together, and she kept her tone of voice from sounding too flirtatious. “You guys curious about adding some accessories to your gear?~”
“That’s the idea,” noted Rush, who was already marveling at the rack of black biker caps that were hung in a neat little row. Most of them looked fairly identical, aside from individual pins or colored strips that went around the cap itself above the brim. Rush picked up one of the hats, which happened to have a grey strip that matched his harness, and put it atop his head before glancing back at the others. “Eh? Whad’ya guys think of this?~”
The other Guards all made enamored “Ooohs” while perusing through the rack themselves, with each of them picking one of those matching biker caps that went with their harnesses perfectly. Blueblood could only watch as his Guards all got dressed in that Daddy gear, which caused his cheeks to turn a deeper shade of crimson. The clerk had to cover her muzzle with a hoof to stifle a giggle, mostly due to how cute the stallion looked in his awe-stricken state. Unfortunately for Blueblood, his face practically exploded with a blush the moment those five Guards all looked back at him with their biker caps on. “So, what’s the verdict?” asked Zeno, who was smiling confidently while wearing his cap with a matching purple strip across the brim. “You think these are worth getting?~”
Blueblood already knew what the zebra was suggesting, which prompted him to sigh and nod reluctantly. “Yeah, sure thing,” he admitted with a sheepish shrug, before he lit up his horn to get his wallet from his saddlebag. Since he was fully aware of his past discretions, as well as his own net-worth compared to the Guards’, Blueblood couldn’t exactly complain about footing the bill for their weekend fun. Not to mention, as he walked up to the register to make a payment, his eyes widened upon seeing the clear glass display of shiny metallic items. “Oh my!”
The Prince’s exclamation caused the others to look over at what he was seeing, and their faces lit up brighter than Blueblood’s. The display showed a wide array of metallic dog-tags, which came in a wide variety of colors, shapes, and titles. Some were fairly basic, like bone-shaped tags that read words like ‘BITCH’ or ‘SLUT’ in bold lettering; but there were also other tags for more niche interests, like a pink tag that had the word ‘CUCKOLD’ engraved for whomever wanted to wear it. But while Blueblood slowly read through the various tags, with each one causing his muzzle to tense up from intimidation, it was Zapper who reached in to point at a particular tag that caught his eye. “Ohmigosh, no way! Dude, you have to get that one!~”
Blueblood had to keep from grimacing at the use of the term ‘Dude,’ even though he was grateful the unicorn didn’t refer to him by his real name in front of others. But when he looked closer at what Zapper was pointing at, his eyes widened as he let out a shocked gasp. Meanwhile, the other four Guards all took notice of the tag, and immediately grinned with approving nods of their heads. Even Blueblood couldn’t deny how… oddly appropriate the tag itself was, which looked to be made with a golden pressing to flaunt the lettering. And across the smooth rectangular tag, the words ‘ROYAL PAIN’ were engraved across with bedazzled studs like it was some form of “bling” accessory.
“Yeah, that’s pretty spot-on for you,” said Glider with a nod, as well as a slightly apologetic smile back at Blueblood. “No offense.”
“N-None taken,” assured Blueblood with a wave of his hoof, while his eyes remained pinned to that surprisingly personal tag in the display. Even though the price was a bit much, Blueblood didn’t show much hesitation as he purchased that tag, as well as his Guards’ caps to match their harnesses. Even though the others went back to look through the stand’s other amenities, including a large shelf full of various sex toys, Blueblood completed his purchase with a single swipe of his black card. But before he could start to look around the booth himself, he was taken off-guard (no pun intended) when the mare asked him, “So, Mister ‘Royal Pain’~ Are you and your five buddies there close?~”
Even though he was blushing hard, Blueblood managed to keep a trembling smile as he nodded in response. “Ummm… Y-Yes we are! A-Although, I… I will admit that it took some time for me to actually accept them as such…”
Due to his unrelenting shame, the Prince had to scratch the back of his head awkwardly with a hoof while stammering out that answer. The mare behind the counter tilted her head with a slightly worrisome skew of her muzzle, but Zeno was quick to intervene as he leaned his head in between them. “Don’t worry, it’s all water under the bridge now. For example…”
The zebra then took Blueblood by surprise as he grasped the back of his head without warning, and pulled him in to lock their muzzles for a tight kiss. Blueblood jolted from the sudden embrace, but was able to remain in place while feeling Zeno’s lips against his own. After a couple seconds, the stallion’s eyes slowly rolled back before closing shut, and he let out a muffled moan as he pushed in and kissed the zebra back. Their muzzles could be seen opening up as their kiss intensified, and their impromptu makeout session elicited a few cheerful “Woos” from ponies who walked past and saw the interspecies affection.
“Hey, don’t be hogging him, big guy~” The moment Zeno and Blueblood’s lips parted with a wet pop, Rush slid in between them to give the same treatment to the Prince. His hoof gripped the back of Blueblood’s man-bun, and his kiss was much less gentle as he immediately shoved his tongue in between the Prince’s lips. Even though his eyes shot wide-open for a second, Blueblood could only shudder in place before giving in with another moan. He could hear several more attendees cheering him on as he openly kissed the pegasus with tongue, and could feel his heart fluttering from the public praise he was receiving.
While Blueblood and Rush made out with strings of saliva connecting their lips, Zapper used his magic to latch the ‘Royal Pain’ tag to the front of the stallion’s collar. Mud-Slinger and Glider stopped their shopping to watch their Prince’s eager kissing, which only grew more heated when Rush backed away and allowed Zapper to join in. Blueblood didn’t even hesitate with his third Guard, and went in to kiss the unicorn first; fortunately, the Guard still grabbed hold of him strongly as he asserted dominance from how powerfully he kissed him. And all the while, the mare behind the counter just watched with an amused smirk, not seeming put-off at all by their affectionate display.
“Hmmmm…” The clerk tapped her chin with a hoof, and she hummed in contemplation while narrowing her eyes on Blueblood. While the Prince had his eyes closed, he wasn’t able to notice her curious smirk before she cleared her throat. “A’hem! Ummm…”
“O-Oh!” Blueblood and Zapper immediately stopped kissing, but their fun still received them a few enthusiastic shouts and claps from ponies in the distance. But even with that confidence boost, the two stallions kept their focus on the mare with embarrassed looks on their faces. “Ummm… M-My apologies, madam,” said Blueblood with an apologetic nod, making sure to remain cordial in such an ironically unconventional setting.
“Oh, it’s perfectly fine,” assured the mare with a warm smile and a wave of her hoof. “Trust me, I’ve seen much kinkier stuff from other customers before you guys~”
Her insistent tone was more than enough to make the two smile more naturally, but they still chuckled nervously while blushing. The other Guards were able to take notice of the mare’s narrowing eyes, and looked at one another to discern what she may have been thinking. Meanwhile, the clerk made sure to reach underneath her counter to pull out a flier as she spoke. “Although… I’m not going to lie, seeing you six feels like a heck of a coincidence for an event one of the stands was planning to do…”
Blueblood picked up the flier with his magic, and floated it towards him while his Guards leaned in from all around. The six guys read through the paper at the same time, and gasped in unison when they read what the details of the event were. Even though the flier was advertising a rather extreme activity, the fact that it required six volunteers certainly made the mare’s remark sound valid. Not to mention, the fact that the paper had the words ‘Five-On-One’ at the top caught the Guards’ interests very quickly.
“Wh… What the…” Blueblood had to read through the flier several times as he processed the details, which caused his eyes to widen and his blush to turn an obscenely bright shade of red. While he was aware that conventions like this occasionally had demonstrations for various kinks, the fact that they would approve of something like this seemed absolutely absurd. But even with his shrunken pupils and stunned expression, Blueblood didn’t see any insincerity when he looked back at the clerk’s waiting smile. “Y… You’re not serious, are you?” he asked with a shocked look on his face, not that it changed the mare’s expression in the slightest.
“Well, it would certainly be convenient for the staff over there if you all agreed to it~” Her muzzle grew a more devious grin, which was starting to match a couple of the smiles the guards were carrying while reading that flier. But while the Privates all looked at each other with varying looks of mischief on their faces, the clerk kept her focus on Blueblood to clarify, “Okay, from what I heard, that venue was supposed to be a display of exhibitionism as a healthy release, without breaking any indecency laws or making anypony uncomfortable. It’s meant to be done as an extreme display of the fetish, but… from what I heard, the six ponies they had planned aren’t able to reach this convention due to an airship malfunction.”
“Wait, seriously?” asked Rush, who was the first of the Guards to look back at the mare with a quizzical glance. “So, they couldn’t get six ponies to replace them already for this?”
“Well, it’s also meant to be a sign of trust among larger groups,” pointed out the clerk, who could only shrug her shoulders in response to Rush’s question. “They were really adamant about getting a pre-established group of five or more. But as of now, they were considering trying something else if they don’t get any volunteers…”
Even though the mare didn’t try to imply anything outright, her subtle smirk made it obvious that she was seeing the group before her as a viable substitute. Blueblood’s brows slowly rose in realization, just as the smiles from his friends all began to widen immensely. Zeno was the first to snatch the flier from Blueblood’s magic, and hummed curiously before asking, “So… You’re thinking that our group can fit the bill for this?~”
“Well, that depends,” said the mare while eyeing the zebra with an intrigued smile of her own. “Is your ‘Royal Pain’ over there worthy of having something intense for today’s events?~”
Blueblood wasn’t sure how to feel about being referred to by his newly-purchased tag, but he wasn’t able to say much while Zeno and others eyed him intently. “Well, big guy?~” asked Glider, who made sure to perk his brows a couple times towards the Prince. “You gotta admit, it wouldn’t be a bad way to have some fun here~”
Since the other Guards were all nodding in agreement, Blueblood couldn’t necessarily say ‘No’ right off the bat. Not to mention, as he looked at the five studly Guards staring him down, who were still donning their full Leather-Daddy getups like a gang of hungry Doms, Blueblood could feel his latex shorts growing immensely tighter with every throb of his hefty bulge. He tried to bite his lip in an attempt to settle himself down, but that was nearly impossible when Rush leaned his head in a little closer towards him. “C’mon, Bluey~” he purred with a sensual smirk that caused Blueblood’s fur to stand rigidly across his back. “You can’t tell us you’re not interested~”
Even though the idea of claiming otherwise was in his head, Blueblood couldn’t say much as he glanced back at the flier in Zeno’s hoof. He re-read through the details of the event, which looked to be competently thought-out in terms of what would actually occur. Despite the fact that the event was still extremely taboo to try -- both in private and as a public display -- it wasn’t like the Prince could claim he hadn’t done anything similar before. If anything, the only difference now would be that other ponies could see them all together at this kinky venue.
Blueblood looked back at his Guards, who were all smiling in wait for his approval. He glanced back at the mare one last time, who kept herself silent as to keep from influencing the Prince any further. The stallion was fully aware of how badly things could go if things went poorly in the demonstration, or if the experience ended up outing him in one of the raunchiest ways possible. But at the same time, Blueblood couldn’t deny how strangely tempting it would be to involve himself in something he never would’ve even fathomed of doing just a couple months prior.
“Hmmm…” The Prince looked back at the flier with a skew of his muzzle, and came to a decision after letting out a brief huff. Even though he was meant to be incognito, Blueblood stood in a more regal pose as he turned towards his Guards and shouted, “Attennnntion!”
The five Guards all immediately got in a singular line with upright poses, which caused the mare behind the counter to do a double-take. She wasn’t sure what kind of relationship the six guys may have had, but she wasn’t expecting for Blueblood to take the reins while addressing his Guards formally. “If any of you see any reason as for us not participating, raise your hoof now!”
The five Guards remained stoically in place without moving a muscle, and their expressions were as unwavering as their forelegs. After several seconds, not a single hoof rose up in opposition to Blueblood’s statement. Because of that, the Prince exhaled through his nostrils before giving a firm nod. “Then it’s settled.”
He turned back towards the clerk, and handed the flier back to her and said, “Madam, we would like to volunteer ourselves for this activity, if it’s still available.”
Since his back was turned, Blueblood didn’t really take notice of the five guys behind him smiling giddily and giving each other enthusiastic hoof-bumps. Instead, his confident smile was pointed towards the mare behind the register, who merely nodded with a grin of her own. “Consider it done, ‘Royal Pain~’”
Since the “Event” in question wasn’t set to happen for a few more hours, Blueblood and his Guards were free to roam around the convention center to further explore the venue’s variety of fun-seekers. Even though the Prince was easy to fluster due to inexperience, his platoon had enough combined experiences among them to help answer any questions Blueblood may have had about certain kinks. They also helped to introduce him to specific booths and stands, just so he could gain a better understanding of what certain pleasures a pony could explore on their own. Of course, since the Royal stallion was still carrying his credit card, there were also several additional purchases that came with their shared time together.
Along with the ‘Royal Pain’ tag that was still hanging around his collar, Blueblood was also coaxed into buying some additional accessories to go with his latex attire. While the Guards all got themselves black studded collars to match their new hats, Blueblood ended up purchasing some high-grade black bandages meant to cover his Cutie Mark underneath his shorts. He also decided to buy several suggested toys from various shops, even though a couple of them left his muzzle skewed in apprehension. But considering what he had planned for himself and his friends later on, he couldn’t necessarily worry about what items were lurking at the bottom of his shopping bags; although, he was a little worried what might happen if Celestia or Luna were to browse through his credit card bill at the end of the month.
“Nnnnghhh… Do you really think we’re going to need all of these items for this?” he asked with a hint of uncertainty while walking through one of the convention’s main walkways. Since the five Guards were all around him in standard formation, Rush was able to peer inside of the bag Blueblood was holding with his magic. Despite what may have been planned for their group, the pegasus shrugged upon seeing how many items were actually inside of that bag. However, he still looked up at the Prince with a reassuring smile on his muzzle.
“Eh, it’s not we need to use everything,” he noted with a tilt of his head, which caused Blueblood to reluctantly nod in response. “But I will say though, you’re definitely wearing that big purchase when it happens~”
With how confidently Rush made that statement while grinning from ear-to-ear, Blueblood couldn’t help wincing as he glanced down at the purchased item in reference. While a variety of sex toys and other tools took up the bottom of his shopping bag, as well as a generously large bottle of lube, there was also a large faux-leather hood that took up most of the bag’s remaining space. The mask was made from the same glossy black pleather as his Guards’ biker caps, and looked to have been built with the care and attention to detail worth its high price. Of course, Blueblood wasn’t sure how to think about the mask being molded to resemble a dog’s head, with a thick muzzle-cover and matching fake ears to make the item resemble a pitbull of some kind. While he could appreciate that the item would completely cover his face, with its only holes being around the eyes and snout, the large metal zipper that went across the mouthpiece made it look like a gimp mask; and since the mask itself was completely black without any additional strips of color, Blueblood knew what he would be advertising when he put it on.
“Hmmm… W-Well, hopefully it won’t make my face break out later on from all the sweating. Heh heh heh…” Blueblood tried to laugh to himself nervously following that little quip, which was the only thing he could think to say in response to that looming Pup Hood. His Guards all rolled their eyes to his remark, but none of them seemed too annoyed or bothered by the Prince’s worry. Instead, Blueblood was met with several knowingly wide smiles as his platoon members glanced up at him with narrowing eyes.
“Honestly,” replied Glider, who was looking especially giddy while eyeing Blueblood’s latex-covered flanks with a lick of his lips. “I have a feeling your face is the least of your worries, Bluey~”
Glider’s fellow Guards all chuckled slyly to that statement, which caused Blueblood’s head to lower worriedly with a deepening blush. But despite how nervous he may have looked, the Prince still kept a steady pace alongside his Guards as they trotted towards their destination. As soon as Blueblood confirmed their plans himself, the mare from that first stand was quick to get in contact with the ponies from that flier advertisement and make things happen. And much to the stallion’s relief (albeit a fairly brief one), the Event in question was actually being held outside of the main convention center, and off in one of the side-sections of the building.
The six guys eventually found themselves trotting together down a long hallway with multiple doors lined across both walls, and a gaudy green carpet below their hooves. Most of the doors were locked, but the group could hear muffled groans and ponies chatting behind various ones. Blueblood could only imagine what was going on in those niche-based conference rooms, but his friends kept a steady pace to keep him from exploring himself. Although, given some of the signs he saw hanging outside of closed doors like “Cuckold Discipline 101” or “Cooking for Food-Play”, the Prince was willing to trust his Guards about where to go.
“Aaahhh, here we are!” Zeno smiled when he took notice of the last door at the end of the hall, which had the same number on top as the details of the flier. Of course, Blueblood was the one to take notice of the sign outside of the door, which read the words “Exhibitionism Demonstration: LIVE CONTENT AHEAD”. There was also a large red sign hung over the doorknobs to indicate the room was closed off for now, most likely to keep any peeping-toms from peering inside too early. But since Blueblood’s group was expected to be here, Zeno didn’t show any hesitance as he took off the closed sign, and opened the doors to enter first. “Hello?” asked the Leather-Daddy zebra as he trotted into the room himself. “Is anypony here? We were told to--Oh!”
Zeno’s quick response caught the attention of the others, who all followed him inside of the empty conference room. There were several dozen chairs already arranged in several rows, while the back half of the massive space had its carpeted floors lined down with a couple layers of thick plastic tarp. There was also a large table standing in the middle of the sheeted space, which was glistening from how diligently wiped-down it was for sanitation purposes. And on top of the empty table was a single note, which was neatly folded in half and waiting to be read.
Zeno went over to pick up the note, and read it outloud while the others walked up towards the table. “Attention gentlecolts. We’ve been informed of your group’s desire to volunteer for this demonstration, and have left this room unlocked so you can prepare in private. The event is set to begin at two pm, so take your time to make sure everybody is prepared and comfortable with proceeding. Please contact a member of convention staff if there’s anything you need. Thank you.”
The zebra tilted his head quizzically when he turned around the note, and saw nothing else written on the paper. “Huh. No name was listed for this.”
“Eh, that’s probably for anonymity or something,” replied Zapper, who used his magic to take that note and float it aside. “Plus, given what we’re planning, it’s probably good that no staff can recognize Bluey before the hood is put on him.”
Even though the unicorn brought up a valid point, Blueblood still struggled not to cringe when that Pup-Hood was brought up. But alas, while that shopping bag was still floating in the Prince’s aura, Mud-Slinger was the first to reach in and pull out the mask. “I gotta admit, this is a nice find. The last time I bought one of these things, the stitching around the muzzle came out after a month. This looks way better-made.”
Before Mud-Slinger could try to put the hood on Blueblood’s head, Glider was the first of the Guards to take notice of Blueblood’s pursed muzzle. Despite the fact that they already agreed to participate in this display, the red pegasus wanted to follow the note’s suggestion before anything began. “Hey, Bluey?” he asked with a legitimate tone of concern in his voice. “Are you alright? I know you signed off on all this, but we wanna make sure you’re not too freaked-out or anything.”
The other Guards turned their focus onto Blueblood, with all of them showing looks of caution in regards to his consent. The Prince may have already signed their NDA forms that the mare gave them earlier, but he was grateful that the group were waiting for his personal say on the matter. While the idea of continuing on may have made his heart race tremendously, all that Blueblood needed was a deep breath as he closed his eyes and took a second to ponder his options. His hooves may have still been quivering a bit against the tarped floor underneath him, but he was still able to breathe out calmly before turning his attention to Mud-Slinger.
“Don’t worry, gentlecolts…” Blueblood floated the shopping bag into the table, and then used his magic to take his Pup-Hood from Slinger’s hooves. “If I’m able to overcome my past prejudices, I think I can overcome my nervousness over this as well~”
To prove his point, Blueblood took a breath before opening the back of that pleather mask, and sliding it over his face to completely conceal his identity. Zapper was quick to assist the Prince with the aid of his magic, and helped tie up the back of his hood so his mane was tucked out of sight. He also unzipped the mouth cover of Blueblood’s hood, which helped him to breathe while he contorted his face within the mask. The garment may have felt restrictive and unventilated, but Blueblood shuddered a little when he realized how oddly comfortable it was to wear. “Ohmy~” he said with a slightly muffled voice while rubbing one of the cheeks of his mask with a hoof. “I… I didn’t expect this to feel so secure.”
“Yeah, baby~” Mud-Slinger went in while Blueblood was preoccupied with his mask, and locked his lips with the hood’s opening to give his Prince a deep kiss. The hooded stallion didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, and closed his eyes with a shivering moan while holding him in close. Meanwhile, he could feel a distinct bout of pressure that wrapped around the base of his tail, even though he wasn’t able to turn his head while Mud-Slinger’s tongue slid into his mouth.
“Oooh, he’s already getting riled-up~” Since Zapper was behind the moaning Prince, he was able to get a prime view of the tenting bulge that was beginning to stem from the crotch of Blueblood’s shorts. But since the six guys were currently alone in the room, Blueblood wasn’t feeling too overwhelmed while weakly thrusting his hips against nothing. Fortunately though, Zapper still had a good grip of the stallion’s tail with his aura of magic, and he was able to tie it up without much issue. He also used his magic to cover that balled-up bun of blonde hair with a small black tie-on bag, which further matched the Prince’s subby attire.
While Mud-Slinger assaulted the inside of Blueblood’s muzzle with his tongue, and Zapper was busy prepping their little bitch, the other three Guards grinned eagerly before joining in. Much like a pack of feral sharks who caught the scent of blood in the water, Blueblood was left in a fairly helpless state when their planned fun started a little earlier than expected. Even when Mud-Slinger pulled his muzzle away from the Prince’s, Blueblood was only able to take a single gasped breath before Glider went in next. “C’mere, you little brat~”
Even with that insult thrown right in his face, Blueblood could only moan out before locking his muzzle with the pegasus Guard’s. As the two went into a heated makeout session, Blueblood didn’t seem to mind when Rush pulled down his shorts, and his thick cock sprung out to smack the underside of his barrel. Zeno went in with the black stickers his Superior purchased earlier, and carefully applied the bandages over both of Blueblood’s Cutie Marks to leave him completely anonymous. Even though his build and fur were fairly noticeable to any Canterlot elite, all that any other ponies would see is a burly bitch at the mercy of his five hungry Doms.
“Mmmmmphhhh~” Since Zapper was still perched behind Blueblood’s thick and voluptuous ass, it was hard for him not to look tempted upon seeing that meaty pucker completely unobstructed. Since the Prince’s tail was tied-up and out of the way, the unicorn eagerly dove in to drag his tongue across the outside of Blueblood’s ring. The bitch tried to gasp in surprise, but his masked muzzle was still tightly locked against Glider’s lips as they continued to make out sloppily. And much like the trickles of saliva that could be seen seeping between their hungry maws, Zapper’s mouth was quickly beginning to drool while his hooves were tightly clasped over those plump cheeks. His muzzle couldn’t be seen by any of the other Guards while nestled between those thick mounds, but they could all hear his ravenous groans and slurps while devouring that Royal plot for all it was worth. “Nnnnnnnnghhhhhh… Mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem…”
Since the door at the front was still technically unlocked, Blueblood couldn’t help shuddering in please while tasting Glider’s tongue in his mouth, and feeling Zapper’s tongue trying to squirm through his tight little hole. Each titillating flick of those tenacious muscles caused his member to twitch rigidly underneath him, which left streaks of his precum against the underside of his latex tanktop. Meanwhile, it seemed that Rush, Zeno, and Mud-Slinger were more keen on setting up the rest of their incoming fun with the aid of their gifted table. Rush was peering upward curiously, and grinned upon noticing the sturdy metal bracings that went along the ceiling. As the blue pegasus flew up with a bundle of rope he was carrying with him, Zeno and Mud-Slinger emptied the contents of Blueblood’s shopping bag to lay out all their purchased items across the table.
“Mmmmphhh!!~” Blueblood was too lost in tantalizing pleasure to try and stop either of the Guards playing with him, but his eyes creaked open the tiniest bit so he could peer over at the others. He gasped into Glider’s mouth when he saw the neatly-arranged row of sex toys Zeno was arranging for display, which carried quite a variety when it came to shape and color. But even when Mud-Slinger began to take out some of their tools to place beside the toys, Blueblood’s attention was caught by the multiple ropes that fell down from the ceiling.
“Hmph~” The pegasus was smirking rather cockily after testing the metal bars’ strength, and making sure they weren’t connected to any necessary utility lines the convention center used. But since they looked to be a foundation bracing to hold up the ceiling, Rush wasn’t too worried about adding Blueblood’s weight to the equation. So by the time he floated back down to the ground, all that he needed was a sharp whistle to catch Zapper and Glider’s attention. “Hey guys!” he shouted while sporting an eager grin, “help me get the Prince in a better position~”
As soon as they saw the ropes, all of the Guards knew what the bondage enthusiast was planning to do. And since none of them were prudish enough to refuse, Blueblood soon found himself being escorted towards those ropes after the Guards got their tongues off of him. The Prince couldn’t see any mirrors around the room, so he had no idea how he must’ve looked in his latex tank with a matching Pup-Hood and tail-cover. Of course, considering how his cock was still fully erect and throbbing with every breath he took through his mask, that was more likely to catch ponies’ eyes than the stallion’s attire.
The mouth of Blueblood’s mask may have been open, but he could only groan out in antsy titillation as the Guards got to work tying him up. His front hooves were bonded together with expert precision by Rush’s skilled ropework, before they were tied up to a couple of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. Meanwhile, he heard a couple of metallic clacks while Zeno attached a thick, sturdy spreader bar to the ankles of Blueblood’s hind-legs. The stallion was still standing on his back hooves, but he was securely bound by the ropes at his front to ensure he couldn’t move too much across the tarp. Not to mention, Zapper helped to ensure that their bitch was even more restrained when he attached a thick metal ring around the base of the Prince’s horn.
“Don’t worry,” he assured Blueblood as he whispered into his ear, “I promise, I’ll remove the magic-inhibiting ring first if anything goes wrong.”
Blueblood trusted the unicorn enough to nod his head firmly, but he had to clench his eyes shut while wincing worriedly beneath his mask. He doubted that anything would go too wrong while he was being locked up in bondage, but he experienced enough takeovers from villains in Canterlot to keep from assuming anything. But alas, as the Prince heard Rush grunting with every rope he secured around his body, all he could do was try to focus on his breathing while standing on his hind-legs. Meanwhile, the tenacious Pegasus was smirking in satisfaction when he finally finished, and Blueblood was left standing with his forelegs bound together and tied up over his head. His head was hanging down while wearing his Pup-Hood, and he was breathing through his mouth hole in heavy gasps to prepare for what was to come.
“Alright, big guy~” cooed Zeno, who got up to Blueblood’s face while smiling reassuringly. “There’s only a couple minutes left before our demonstration. Are you ready?~”
As if the Prince’s twitching cock wasn’t evident enough of his readiness, Blueblood made sure to take a breath before nodding his head. Since his fretful and blushing expression couldn’t be seen behind his mask, the zebra nodded in confirmation before giving a couple teasing pats to Blueblood’s cheek. “That’s all I needed to know, Bluey~” he said with a more devious grin, before he went in and gave him one last kiss on the mouth for good luck.
Blueblood shuddered with a muffled moan as he tried to reciprocate the kiss from his studly zebra. However, the moment Zeno pulled his muzzle back with a soft peck, his eyes narrowed sternly on the Prince while his hoof was still pressed against his mask. He took his time as he zipped the mouth of Blueblood’s Pup-Hood closed, which kept him from being able to speak for now. Zeno then smirked at his bitch before testing the waters with a hard, audible smack of his hoof against Blueblood’s cheek:
SLAP!!
“MMMPHH!!~” Since Blueblood was helpless in his hanging state, his eyes could be seen bulging out of his Pup-Hood following that unexpected slap. He breathed more rapidly through his nostrils as he stood in shock, and felt that lingering sting against his cheek. While he could admit it wasn’t anything too painful (most likely because of the mask’s thick padding to cushion the blow), he was still gawking back at Zeno in stunned silence. Meanwhile, the zebra just huffed with an amused smirk as he stared back at his “Superior.”
“So, what do you think, Mister ‘Royal Pain’?” he asked with a deeper tone that sounded just as sultry as it did intimidating. “You want another?~”
Blueblood’s eyes widened immensely behind his Pup-Hood, while the other Guards glanced between Zeno and the Prince with varying looks of worry. Even though the five have done a lot with Blueblood prior to this moment, bringing pain into the equation was something none of them have actually tried on him. It was doubtful that the Prince would take that assault too personally, since they all knew that Zeno was treated the worst among them when Blueblood was still a bigot. But much to their surprise, only a couple seconds passed before the Prince was able to give a response to that looming question.
“Nnnn… Nnnnghhh…” Blueblood could feel how hot his face was getting as he blushed underneath his hood, which caused his eyes to clench shut the moment he gave another nod of his head. “Mmmhmm!~”
Zeno grinned even wider than before, and didn’t hesitate to comply with such a request:
SMACK!!
That slap was profoundly harder than the first, and actually whipped Blueblood’s head to the right while his left cheek stung behind his mask. But much like that first teasing smack the zebra delivered, Blueblood’s mask helped to cushion the impact just enough to leave him reeling for more. His eyes remained tightly shut, and his body quivered in his tight bondage as he groaned muffledly through his mask. The pony Guards were all shocked that Blueblood took that slap so well, but they couldn’t deny how much he liked it from the spasming twitches of his untouched cock.
“H-Holy shit,” muttered Rush as he began to blush heavily. “He… He actually took that…”
“Hmph~” Zeno seemed a bit more confident than the others, and he made sure to grin back at them when he said, “Oh, don’t act so shocked! He was able to drink your guys’ piss on that first day, remember?~”
Even though that happened when Blueblood was just hypnotized by Discord, none of the Guards could really debate Zeno’s point. So after the group shrugged their shoulders in acceptance, Zapper was the first to look over at Blueblood wide-eyed. “Uhhhh… D… D-Does that mean…”
Given how the six guys became such a tightly-knit group in the first place, none of them needed to ask what Zapper was hoping to do. After all, it was that assault from Blueblood that prompted Discord to intervene and assist the Guards in the very beginning. Blueblood slowly reopened his eyes upon hearing Zapper’s unfinished question, and he looked up to see the unicorn staring right at him. Even though his nervousness could be seen through the mask, Blueblood sighed as he closed his eyes, and gave an affirming nod towards Zapper. “G… Guh Uhehh,” he muttered through his Pup-Hood, before he cringed tightly in anticipation for whatever Zapper wanted to try.
The others stepped back from the two, and were prepared to intervene if Zapper got too violent before their fun began. The unicorn took a breath before raising up his hoof, which became tightly clenched to match Zapper’s wincing scowl. It was obvious that he still recalled that slap from Blueblood clear as day, and friends could only guess how long he had spent fantasizing about such a moment as this. Zapper tightly clenched his eyes shut, and took a deep breath through his snout to get himself ready. “A-Alright… H-Here it comes…”
Blueblood tensed up greatly in his bondage, and hoped more than anything that the mask could muffle whatever impact the unicorn could deliver. He knew it was going to hurt, but he couldn’t deny that he deserved it wholeheartedly. In fact, he’d gladly take the mask off if Zapper requested it, just to make the pain truly equal between them. But the moment he heard that preemptive groan from the Guard before him, all that Blueblood could do was brace himself for--
Ziiiiiiiiip!~
The four Guards watching all had their jaws dropped, and had to blink repeatedly in response to Zapper lunging in to kiss Blueblood deeply. The very moment he felt his mouth being zipped open again, Blueblood was surprised to feel Zapper kissing him with his hooves wrapped tightly behind the Prince’s head. Even though he couldn’t hug the unicorn back in his binded state, he was able to lean in and reciprocate the kiss as best as he could behind his Pup-Hood. Even though he would’ve accepted a hard smack to the face without complaint, he wasn’t doing to object to the Guard’s long and satisfying kiss against his muzzle.
Blueblood could hear the doors of the room opening up, indicating that attendees from the convention were beginning to come in. He couldn’t bear to glance over at the doorway, but he could hear several “Ooohs!” and brief chuckles from whomever was present to see him like this. Despite all the bondage he was wearing, the Prince still felt utterly exposed as he stood hanging with his cock out. But at the same time, it wasn’t too hard to keep his focus on Zapper when their muzzles pulled apart, and the two were left staring into each other’s eyes blissfully.
“Thank you,” whispered Zapper, who made sure to give Blueblood a cute little boop to his snout with a hoof. He then zipped the Prince’s mask back up, leaving the little bitch bound and ready for torment. Glider reached in from behind to place a pair of blinders around the back of Blueblood’s head, which placed two thick pieces of plastic by the sides of his eyes to keep him from looking out at the crowd. While his sights were pinned directly on Zapper, the Guard gave a curious smirk as he glanced towards the growing crowd. Blueblood had no idea how many ponies were actually getting seated (although he could hear enough murmurs to guess that a sizeable crowd was already coming in), but he was able to see the intrigued stare Zapper gave him underneath his biker cap.
“You want one for real?” he whispered quickly enough, mostly to see if Blueblood would want that kind of treatment if asked. Fortunately for the unicorn, he was happy to see Blueblood’s eyes darting back and forth in thought, before he looked back at Zapper and gave a stern nod.
“Okay then!~” Zapper may have been content with that earlier kiss, but he was really grinning wide when he brought up his hoof without apprehension.
SLAP!!!
To none of the group’s surprise, Zapper’s profound slap struck the Prince hard enough to nearly cause whiplash. But even with how badly that impact stung his face, and how audibly he could hear the round of surprised “Oooooohhs!” from the attendees who witnessed it, all that Blueblood could do was shudder with a muffled moan while hanging in his bondage. Drops of precum were already beginning to seep out from his cockhead, and could be seen trickling down the length of his stallionhood as it throbbed before the curious crowd.
“Oh, wow!~”
“Seems like we should’ve came here sooner.”
“I hope that little pup earned it~”
“Of course he did! Look at how much he’s leaking on the floor!”
Blueblood could overhear ponies laughing after that last remark, which caused his legs to tremble while braced against the ground. In his earlier years, the Prince would’ve likely compared an experience like this to some method of torture, or a humiliation tactic concaucted by a sadistic villain like Sombra or Chrysalis. But after the countless nights he spent exploring his repressed sexuality and desires among his new friends, he couldn’t deny how intensely hot it felt to be trapped in such a hardcore venue without escape. His hooves were bound, his horn was nullified, and there was no way for him to break free while a crowd of ponies planned to watch him being treated like dirt by his own Guards.
And he absolutely loved it~
“Nnnnnnnfffffff~” Blueblood shuddered in his bondage while wincing from that hard stinging to his face, but he was able to persevere and lift his head back up to keep going. Luckily for him, it seemed that his friends were already getting into the spectacle as more ponies trotted into the planned event. The sounds of intrigued murmurs and giggles grew louder in the room, and Blueblood could’ve sworn he heard a couple distinct clicks from some unseen cameras. But for the five burly Guards all donned in their gear and raring to go, they couldn’t stop smiling when they saw the dozens of ponies who were beginning to fill the seats before them.
“Alright, everypony!~” Rush clapped his hooves together and rubbed them vigorously, eager to start their fun while Blueblood was hanging in wait. “We just got here today, so don’t be surprised if things get a little… rough~”
SMACK!!
With that last sultrily-inflected word, Rush emphasized what he meant when he went in and smacked Blueblood right on the ass with his hoof. The stallion reeled with a muffled moan as he jolted from that slap to the rump, which made his fur stick out across the length of his back. But even after hearing the growing crowd laughing with a couple of winced groans peppered here and there, the Prince shivered elatedly from the tantalizing exposure he was enduring. It was weird to think that if it wasn’t for that Pup-Hood or the stickers over his flank, Blueblood would’ve been exposed as a complete deviant to anypony who knew of his status back in Canterlot. But since his identity was still safely hidden, the only thing that Blueblood had to worry about was what torturous fun his friends were planning to do next.
Or at least, he originally thought that his Guards were the only ponies he had to worry about. Unfortunately for the Prince, his ears perked up within his hood when he heard Zeno shout out, “Okay, who has some suggestions? We’d love to hear what we should do with our ‘Royal Pain’ tonight~”
Blueblood’s eyes widened when he heard the audience cheering wildly in approval, and saw how mischievously his Guards were all grinning beside him. His blinders kept him from looking out in the crowds while he was tightly bound, so he had no clue how many ponies were given that approval by Zeno. But much to his dismay, attendees were instantly shouting out ideas while his muzzle was zipped shut.
“OOH! Stretch out that little boy-hole!”
“Make him lick your guys’ hooves!~”
“I can get a paddle for you guys!”
“Oh, I have some markers! You want ‘em?~”
“Yeah!”
“YEAH, DO IT!~”
Before Blueblood could even think of protesting, he saw Zapper lit up his horn while addressing the crowd with a thankful nod. “Oh, that would be perfect!” The unicorn grinned as several black, felt-tip markers floated into view, and were hovering in his aura. Even as the Prince’s eyes widened in shock, and his pupils shrunk in dread, his body wasn’t quivering as badly as his throbbing erection. Because of that, all five of the Guards were grinning evilly while holding uncapped markers in their hooves. Zapper was the first to bring a pen towards Blueblood with his magic, and he said with a giddy shudder, “Ooooooh, this is gonna be fun~”
The stallion clenched his eyes shut the moment he felt that felt tip press against his exposed fur, and the marker moved across the side of his body pointed to the crowd. He shuddered every time that pen swirled and contorted down the length of his torso, and he was able to hear the crowd cheering Zapper on. He had no idea what his Guard was defiling his body with, but the rounds of giggles he could hear made it obvious it wasn’t anything complimentary. And while the poor Prince was left suspended with a shameful erection, all he could do was stew in his subbish state while the words ‘SISSY BITCH’ were scrawled across his side.
“Psh~” Rush rolled his eyes as he trotted past Zapper, and smirked confidently while holding his pen. “I can do better than that~” To prove his point, the pegasus wrote the words ‘SPOILED BRAT’ above Zapper’s entry, along with a large arrow pointed right at Blueblood’s Pup-Hood. He then wrote on the Prince’s ass, right above the black sticker covering his Cutie Mark, with the phrase ‘RUIN MY HOLE’ pointed towards his backside.
The other three couldn’t wait, and loomed in around Blueblood like a swarm of bloodthirsty piranha. Zapper and Rush continued to draw on the Prince’s fur as their friends joined in, and they all took turns treating his body like the desk of a trouble-maker in middle school. Various terms like ‘BITCH’, ‘SLUT’, and ‘COCK SUCKER’ were littered across his prone form, but the Guards continued to fill any blank spaces that Blueblood’s fur could provide. Zeno wrote down several terms in his home language, which made him giggle like a school-colt playing on the blackboard. Glider made several crude drawings of penises wherever he could, and was egged-on by the cheering crowd to keep going. Meanwhile, Mud-Slinger was grinning like mad as he wrote the words ‘FEED ME PISS!’ across the nape of Blueblood’s neck, with another arrow pointed up at his masked face.
“YEAH, there we go!”
“Mark that bitch!”
“Write on that little cock too!~”
“And his balls!”
The Event had only just started, and Blueblood was already looking completely degraded for the audience guffawing at his treatment. His Guards took their time marking him as best as they could, clearly using this as a form of payback for how he had treated them several months prior. The word ‘Faggot’ was written multiple times across his fur by all of them, but Blueblood wasn’t able to see that while his vision was blocked by those blinders. He also wasn’t able to see the words ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ that Rush wrote down the length of his cock, but the sensation of that pen sliding across his shaft caused him to moan out and nearly shoot his load. And by the time the five Doms finished with their body art, there were more vulgarities and demeaning statements across Blueblood’s body than actual fur that wasn’t stained with black ink.
While Zapper thanked the pony in the crowd and returned their pens, Zeno nudged their bound and body-written bitch before whispering into his ear, “Heh~ So much for that whole ‘No Body Art’ policy for Royals, huh?”
Blueblood could only groan through his closed mask, and shuddered to himself as he heard the ponies’ continued laughter from the audience. He saw several flashing lights with metallic clicking noises, and he closed his eyes with a wince upon realizing he was being photographed. While he was confident that he couldn’t be recognized by anypony, his head still hung low from the shameful feelings coursing through his head. And to make matters worse, his untouched cock continued to twitch and throb steadily, and more precum trickled to the floor for everyone to see in further mockery.
“Dawwww, he’s leaking like a little kid!”
“Maybe you should lock that up, guys!”
“Y’all need a chastity cage?~”
“Nah, leave it untouched. Trust me, that’ll get to him waaaaay more~”
As the crowd’s open comments and chuckles grew randier, Blueblood had no idea what he had in store for him following his markings. But at the same time, he couldn’t even pretend to think he was having any second thoughts either. Was the experience one of the most humiliating things he’d ever done? Oh, definitely. Was this something he would’ve done before Discord changed his perceptions? Absolutely not.
But was Blueblood wanting his studly Guards to keep going, and really test his limits for everypony to see? Well, that question was answered by the Prince himself, who reeled his head back to belt out a hungry moan through his mask to catch his Doms’ interest.
“Oh, you wanna speak up now?~” Mud-Slinger was the first to go back up to Blueblood, and picked up one of the tools from the table to assist in his contribution. The Earth Pony was holding a flogging staff in his hoof, and was grinning wide from the thought of smacking something other than Blueblood’s face. Luckily for him, that plump ass of the Prince’s was still completely exposed, and his tailhole was still glistening from the ravenous rimming Zapper provided earlier. But despite ho tempting it was to give that meaty ring another licking, Mud-Slinger was wanting to deliver a different form of ‘licking’ as he said with a lustful purr, “Maybe this will shut you up~”
CRACK!!~
“NNNNNNNN!!!” Blueblood knew that the flogger was going to hurt, but he severely underestimated how painful that plume of leather strips would be. The flogger smacked across his right cheek like a bullwhip, and the Prince shrieked out in anguish through his mask while tensed in his ropes. That first strike wasn’t even that hard, but Mud-Slinger’s strength was more than enough to leave several thin red welts across Blueblood’s ass. Glider actually gasped with a hoof over his mouth when he saw those marks, but the deep and lumbering moan that erupted through Blueblood’s Pup-Hood emphasized just how much that pain got to him in a positive way.
“Yeah!~ Give him another!”
“Wow, I think he spurted a bit from that one~”
“Nnnngggg… He might need some bandages for that one.”
“Nah, what he really needs is a good fuckin’~”
Despite how worried Glider felt about his flogging, he was grateful to see how well Blueblood responded to the painful spanking. Upon closer inspection of the welts across his buttcheek, the Guard sighed in relief when he saw how minimal the damage really was; it may have hurt like Tartarus, but the redness didn’t look like it would lead to any blood or scarring. Of course, even with that comforting detail in mind, the pegasus decided to act more carefully while still holding the flogger. After moving the tool in his hoof to better assess the weight and acceleration needed, Glider only needed a second or two before nodding to himself more confidently. “Alright then… Let’s try this again!~”
CRACK!!!~
“MMMMPHHH!!~” Another audible crack of those leather straps echoed across the room to elicit a round of wincing “Oooohs” from the crowd. But even with how painful that second flogging felt, Blueblood still moaned out deeply through his Pup-Hood as he tensed up in his ropes. His cock could be seen spasming hard after another row of red lines went across his ass, and a couple spurts of precum shot out to land on the tarped floor. The other Guards had to pause with looks of concern, but none of them could catch any resistance from their Prince to try and stop Glider’s fun; in fact, that second smack seemed to inspire Glider quite a bit, as judged by the randy grin that grew across his muzzle.
“Oooooohhhhh…” After shuddering to himself in delight, Glider glanced back at his buddies to say, “You guys might wanna get this away from me before I get too overzealous~”
That response caused Blueblood to reel his head upward with another groan through his mask, although it was unclear whether his response was meant to be positive or negative. Regardless of what the pervy Prince may have been wanting, Zeno still took the flogger from the giddy pegasus’ hoof. “Honestly,” said the zebra while shooting Glider a naughty smirk, “if you really want to hurt his ass, I think you know what to do~”
It took a moment for Glider to discern what Zeno meant, but his face lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree when he did. His stunned, wide-eyed stare returned towards Blueblood to gawk at that thick white ass, which was just begging for some attention while the cheeks were covered in thin red welts. The Prince may have not been able to see his Guard’s hungry grin, but he certainly remembered what color harness that particular Dom was wearing; and even with how worrying his thoughts became the moment he recalled that detail, Blueblood wasn’t able to say anything while moaning in his bondage. Not to mention, it was impossible for him to focus on Glider when four other Guards were waiting to play with him as well.
“Well,” proclaimed Mud-Slinger, who was looking equally as piqued by what they could get their little bitch to do for the crowd’s amusement. “Let’s see what our Royal Pain should do...” Since Zeno was holding the flogger, the Earth Pony decided to take a couple of items from the table as well: One was a thick, black silicon plug with an intimidating girth around the base, while the other was a small vibe-egg with a strap and wireless control. “Aha! Here we are…”
Rush and Zapper were already grinning with approving nods, and were looking rather curious to see what Slinger was up to. While the Guard went back to the table to apply a generous amount of lube to that plug, Zeno and Glider went back to toying with their little bitch while the audience watched in wait. Zeno got up close behind the Prince’s bound state, and used a hoof to gently rub the sore regions of his flogged rump. “Ooooohhhhh… Looks like one of your Masters got a little excited testing your ass for the crowd~”
Blueblood could feel his blush intensifying inside of his Pup-Hood, but all that he could do was mutter out a brief murmur in response. But as the crowd giggled to that statement, as well as Glider’s bashful reaction as he stood beside Zeno, the zebra’s hoof pressed a little tighter against that plump ass while rubbing it more intensely. “It would be quite a shame to make it feel any worse~”
SMACK!!!
“NNNFFFFF!!” Without warning, Zeno made sure to smack Blueblood right across where those floggers struck him earlier. The revitalized pain was immense to say the least, and the Prince reeled in his ropes tightly enough to test Rush’s skilled bondage work. But since everyone was able to see how hard Blueblood’s cock was throbbing in dire need, nopony was surprised to hear him trying to shout through his closed mask. “Mmmmmmmmphhh… Uh-Guhh!!~”
“Oh, what was that?~” asked Zeno teasingly with a widening grin. “Did you just say ‘Again’?~”
Blueblood could hear ponies snickering in the audience after that question was asked, which caused his ears to lower guiltily within his hood. But alas, he only needed a quick breath before he clenched his eyes shut, and gave a hard nod of his head. “Mmm-Hmmm!!~”
Even though he expected to be “rewarded” by that with another spanking, Blueblood’s eyes shot wide-open the moment he felt Zeno unzipping his Pup-Hood. With his muzzle finally freed, he was able to take some hoarse breaths through his mouth while hanging precariously in his ropes. But before he could take that chance to say anything, his nerves tingled on end when he felt Zeno wrapping a hoof around his shoulder, and then heard him say lustfully, “I wanna hear you beg for it, bitch~”
Blueblood shuddered with a lingering moan, which came out audibly enough to cause the audience to laugh mockingly. But despite how humiliated he felt, the Prince couldn’t have asked for his buttons to be pressed any harder than they already were. He could hear Mud-Slinger returning from the table, and his body quivered from the thoughts racing through his head about what he may have been holding. But after hearing Zeno’s intimidating command, Blueblood was barely able to register something being wrapped around the base of his cock as he tried to comply. “Nnnnnghhhh… I-I…”
During his brief pause, Blueblood felt even more shameful as he overheard ponies in the crowd jeering about him.
“Man, what a little wimp~”
“Spank him again!”
“He definitely needs some good ol’ discipline~”
“Either zip that mouth back up, or stuff something inside of it!”
Blueblood didn’t know what came over him, but his head reeled up without realizing it before he took a sharp breath, and he belted out, “I-I want you to punish me, PLEASE!!~”
Blueblood tried not to cringe after hearing himself bellowing out such a pathetic plea, and he hoped to everything that was holy that nopony would recognize his voice. Meanwhile outside of his limited line of sight, Zeno nodded with an affirmative smile and said, “Ohhhhh, we’re definitely gonna be doing that~”
SMACK!!!~
“AAAAHHHHH!!~” Blueblood shrieked out in ecstasy upon feeling the zebra’s hoof striking his backside once more, which caused his cheeks to grow even redder between the flogger’s welts. His cock continued to twitch and spasm with every throb he made, which caused the puddle of precum beneath his hooves to grow larger across the tarp. Even though the laughter and flashing cameras could still be heard, the Prince barely registered them while hearing Zeno say, “Glider, get in here!”
“With pleasure~”
SMACK!!!~
Blueblood reeled in pleasure from that additional strike to his ass from the pegasus. However, he wasn’t able to appreciate it before Zeno got back in to add to the pain with that flogger:
CRACK!!!~
“AAAAHHHH!!~”
SMACK!!!
CRACK!!!
SMACK!!! CRACK!! SMACK!! CRACK!!!
The spankings from both Guards continued while Blueblood was left shrieking in a bitter mixture of pain and titillation. The crowd was fully cheering the zebra and pegasus on, and treated the lewd spectacle like attendees of a sports game. Both of them took turns smacking Blueblood’s ass like a slab of meat, which caused both of his cheeks to grow obscenely red in a matter of seconds. The Prince was certain that he would need to wear pants upon returning to Canterlot, and likely for the week following too; but at the same time, Blueblood didn’t even try to plead for them to stop while the hoof and flogger went to work “disciplining” him like he deserved.
“AAAAHHHHH!! Mnnnnnnghhhhhh…” Zeno and Glider’s spankings finally came to a close by the time Mud-Slinger installed the batteries in his remote control. The device was connected to the small, egg-shaped vibrator that was strapped to the base of Blueblood’s cock, which was meant to be the only stimulation he’ll be receiving down there. In Mud-Slinger’s other hoof was the freshly-lubed butt-plug, which was still dauntingly thick enough to make some of the crowd attendees readjust themselves in their chairs. But for the slutty Prince tied up before them, he had no idea how large that toy was in comparison to his needy and pucking hole; however, the stallion was able to take notice of that vibe the moment he heard a distinct click from Slinger:
Click!~
“AaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhh!!!~” None of the audience members could hear the muffled hums from that device the moment it turned on. What they did hear though, was the instantaneous and guttural groan that escaped from Blueblood’s open Pup-Hood as he jolted in response. The stimulation of that tiny vibe was tantalizing enough to make him spasm strongly in his bindings, and made him look like he was being electrocuted by Slinger’s remote. But as his hips started to thrust involuntarily from the vibe’s pulsating motions, he could hear the audience cheering him on as a couple hefty spurts of pre shot out an impressive distance. “NnnnNNNnnnnghhh~”
“And now with that going on,” said Mud-Slinger with a lustful growl, before he got himself behind Blueblood’s welted ass with his lubed plug at the ready. “Let’s get this bitch to really start squirting~”
Mud-Slinger wasn’t one for subtlety, and immediately pressed the glistened tip of the plug against Blueblood’s hole. Even with the enthusiastic rimming Zapper provided earlier, Slinger was still met with a bit of resistance as the girth of his plug widened tremendously from the tip. It was almost like a smoothed-down pyramid with how obtuse the angling was, which caused Blueblood’s eyes to clench tightly shut. And even when Slinger started to push that plug further into his bitch’s opening, the only response the Prince could give was a strained groan through his gritted teeth. “Nnnnnnffffff… Gnnnaaahhhh!!!~”
“Ooh, baby! Shove that toy in~”
“Keep going! He can take more than that!”
“Make him squeal like a piggy!~”
Even though the crowd’s feedback was a little distracting for Mud-Slinger, he wasn’t one to complain when he saw how well it was helping Blueblood to relax in his bondage. With every strained moan the Prince let out, Slinger was able to push a little more of that toy inside of him to stretch out his hole. Meanwhile, Blublood’s cock was twitching and throbbing badly enough to make precum dribble out like a broken faucet. It was unclear how long the Prince would have before he finally shot his load, but Mud-Slinger grew a determined grin as he paused his pushing just long enough to whisper into Blueblood’s ear:
“If you piss yourself on this stage, I’ll let you fuck me raw back in Canterlot~”
That proclamation caused Blueblood to freeze up with his eyes bulging in surprise, and his blush to grow immense enough to nearly steam through his Pup-Hood. Even though he preferred to be the bottom in his group-based “relationship,” the idea of topping for a muscled stud like Mud-Slinger caused his mind to go momentarily blank. From the way he became stiff as a board all-over, Mud-Slinger’s buddies all looked over at him in confusion of what he actually said. However, none of them seemed to notice how much the bound stallion’s legs were beginning to fidget, or how badly his knees were buckling while the hooves just barely touched the floor…
“Nnnnghhh… Mmmmfffff!!~” Blueblood’s eyes clenched tightly shut, and he struggled not to grimace while ignoring his body’s natural resistances. Even though the thought of giving in was nearly impossible for a Royal family member to even fathom, it only took a moment or so before Blueblood’s eyes were able to roll back with a relieved sigh. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh…”
Psssssssssshhhhhhh
The sound of liquid hitting plastic made a loud crackling that reverberated around the room, and caught everypony’s attention in an instant. “Ohmigh, look!” shouted a mare in the audience who pointed at the stream dribbling from Blueblood’s erection. “He’s wetting himself!~”
The crowd bursted out in hysterical laughter, while the other four Guards just stared in shock from their Prince willingly pissing himself like a toddler who missed potty-time. Mud-Slinger was grinning from ear-to-ear, and was nodding in approval as several cameras took candid shots of the thick piss-stream Blueblood was making. Even though the flow was rather erratic due to his arousal, the Prince shuddered with a deep and lumbering groan as he allowed himself to urinate all over the stage. Fortunately for himself and the Guards, the emptying of his bladder was able to stay within the confines of that waterproof tarp.
“Man, he really had to go!”
“I guess he wasn’t kidding about making him ‘squirt’! Hehehehe~”
“OOH! Make him lick it up!”
“YEAH!”
“MAKE HIM DO IT!”
If Blueblood was able to concentrate on what ponies in the crowd were shouting out, he likely would’ve been worried about what may have happened next. However, since he was so busy wetting himself for Mud-Slinger’s approval, he didn’t realize how much his body was able to relax during his urination. And because of that, Zapper lit up his horn to take the reins from Mud-Slinger’s grip on that butt-plug, and only needed a quick contortion of the toy to slip it inside without much issue.
“AAAIIIEEEEEE!!~” Blueblood almost forgot about that thick plug, and his shriek sounded rather feminine the moment Zapper shoved its girth inside on him with one go. Even though the pressure around his aching hole was far from gentle, it also provided a strangely welcoming feeling of fullness inside of his bruised and flogged ass. His head reeled down as he let out a strong shudder, and his cock continued to spasm with the aid of that ever-present plug. And as soon as the last of his piss finally dribbled out to that yellow puddle on the floor, it didn’t take long before the Prince started spurting more pre in his titillated state.
“WOOOOO!!!” By this point of the demonstration, most of the audience members in attendance were enthralled with the kinky fun those Doms are giving to their burly Sub. Blueblood continued to moan out weakly between his heavy breaths, but it was hard for the Guards to really hear him as the crowd’s laughter and cheering grew more intense. Of course, since Blueblood and the attendees were getting more into things, it shouldn’t have been too surprising to see the Doms growing more confident as well.
“Ooh! Hey guys, lift me up!” Mud-Slinger looked at both of his pegasus friends with an excited grin, and motioned towards Blueblood for emphasis of what he was planning. Rush and Glider weren’t sure what he was going to try after making Blueblood piss himself, but the two shrugged their shoulders after looking back at each other briefly. Despite how buff and muscular Mud-Slinger was, his buddies were just as jacked, and were able to pick him up with their forelegs wrapped around his chest. The two pegasus stallions grunted as they pulled Slinger off from the ground, and had him levitating above Blueblood’s bound form. When the Prince’s eyes finally opened enough for him to take note of his surroundings, his weak moans were put on pause when he saw the buff stallion hanging over his head, and his rigid cock pointed directly at his face.
“Open your mouth~” purred Mud-Slinger with his eyes narrowing mischievously on the Prince, while the two Guards holding him both grew wide-eyed in realization. Of course, just as the other four Guards all grew grins as devious as their watersports-loving friend, Blueblood breathed out with a shaky moan before closing his eyes, and opening his maw as wide as he could. He even stuck out his tongue for Mud-Slinger, which elicited some randier applause and cheering from the horny crowd.
Zapper and Zeno, the two Guards still on the ground, glanced over at each other while their friends were hanging above their heads. “I still don’t get why you ponies are into that,” muttered the zebra honestly enough, but he still gave a shrug as he added with a smile, “buuuuuuut, I certainly can’t argue with the results either~”
Zapper didn’t say anything in opposition to the zebra’s point, and merely nodded his head in agreement. And just as the two looked back up at Mud-Slinger being held by Glider and Rush, the pony was biting his lip in focus while one eye was closed shut. “Alright… Just a little closer…”
Rush and Glider tried their hardest to stay in place while their wings fluttered in unison, but their teeth were gritted as they struggled to stay at the right spot for Mud-Slinger’s aim. But with Blueblood still hanging in wait with his mouth wide-open, the sound of Slinger’s shuddering sigh was the only warning he received before a thick stream of piss struck his hanging tongue.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” Mud-Slinger squirmed in his friends’ shared grip as his legs writhed in the air, and a heavy blush grew across his brown fur. He tried to hold his throbbing cock steady while a strong torrent of piss shot out from the head; but even though a good portion of his stream wasn’t able to land inside of Blueblood’s hungry mouth, the random twitches of Slinger’s cock caused splashes of his urine to hit the Prince’s mask and the fur around his chest. And if the body writing from earlier was good enough to make the audience cheer them on, then the addition of fresh piss only got them even rowdier~
“YEAH!! Drink it, slut!!”
“Ooh, sign me up next~”
“Wow, he really is a little bitch!”
“I’m sending these pics to allllllll my friends~”
“Ooh, can I get some copies?”
“Me too!”
“Nnnnngghhhh~” Blueblood could barely think while his eyes were rolled back so tightly towards the back of his head, and the bitter taste of Mud-Slinger’s piss hit his tastebuds like a brick to the mouth. He could feel trickles of his Dom’s brand seeping down the back of his throat, which left his breath reeking of fresh piss with every breath he took. He could also feel his fur becoming matted from the weight of that hot urine sticking to it, which was undoubtedly degrading his appearance far more than the body writing ever could. But even as he groaned out from the heady flavor that was plastering his mouth, he was still loving the torment as his throbbing cock continued to leak for everypony to see.
“Nnnnnffffff~ Oh, man I’m glad I held it in for that long…” By the time the last of Mud-Slinger’s contribution was emptied from his bladder, he shuddered with a bitten lip while Rush and Glider floated him back down to the floor. As soon as his hooves touched the wet and sticky tarp, he trotted right up to Blueblood and took hold of his collar. The Prince gasped loudly from that sudden grab, as well as the additional stimulation being given to his ass and cock. And since his body was being put through enough titillation to leave his mind a solid blank, Blueblood wasn’t sure what to do before Mud-Slinger said, “Now, what does a good little urinal say after being fed?~”
Blueblood winced hard from that question, mostly due to how quickly Slinger’s cutesy tone elicited a round of giggles from the audience. But by that point, the stallion already knew there was no doing back, which left him to breathe out a shaky exhale and say in a whimper, “Th… Th-Thank you, Daddy~”
The Prince heard an uproar of applause following that meek reply, which caused him to blush even deeper under his Pup-Hood. And like the obedient pet he was, Blueblood was happy to feel Mud-Slinger let go of his collar, and give him a couple of gentle pats on the head as a reward. “Dawwww, such a good little bitch! Yes you are~ Yes you are!~”
The Guard’s teasing coddling caused more of the audience to laugh, as well as throw in a couple of enamored “Dawwws” and “Ooohs” to add to the humiliation. But even with how mortified he should’ve felt in that moment, all that Blueblood could think about was that vibe strapped to his cock buzzing a little louder than before. It seemed the Mud-Slinger wasn’t the only one willing to “reward” the Subby slut, as Zapper took hold of that remote control to intensify the vibrator’s pulsations just a little bit. It may have been upped by a single notch, but it was more than enough to leave the bitch spasming hard in his bondage, as well as for his hole to clench direly around his thick plug. “OooooOOOOOOoooohhhhh~”
“Okay, that’s it!” Rush’s wings sprung out as prominently as his erection, and he flew back upward after letting go of his buddy. Since he tied up Blueblood so he was standing bipedally on his hind-legs, the Guard knew that he would need to get creative in order to take advantage of that unzipped muzzle. Fortunately, since the other four Doms were taking turns playing with their bitch’s backside, all that Rush was met with was a round of lustful cheering as he grabbed the back of Blueblood’s Pup-Hood. And hoved his meaty cock right inside of that open slit. The Sub’s eyes could be seen shooting wide-open as he let out a muffled “GLK!!~”, but it didn’t take long for his eyes to slowly roll back in bliss. Meanwhile, Rush groaned with his head reeled back the moment he felt Blueblood’s soft, supple lips going to work by caressing his shaft. “Mnnnnghhhh… Yeah, show everyone how much you like being a little cock-sucker~”
Among the enthusiastic cheers and whistles that came from the crowd, Rush was able to hear his bitch humming contentedly as he closed his eyes and focused on his blowjob. Blueblood may have been in an overwhelmed state due to everything else, but the body-written and piss-soaked Sub still showed a surprising amount of fortitude as he slid his lips up and down that girthy length. When he opened his mouth to let out a hungrier moan, the audience went wild when they saw his tongue dragging across Rush’s shaft like he was enjoying a popsicle. Trickles of drool were seeping from his gaping maw, which dribbled down to join the obscene amount of pre and piss pooling around his hooves.
As the Prince went to work polishing Rush’s scepter, he had to try his hardest not to tense up when he felt Zapper playing with his plug. The unicorn was grinning lewdly while his horn was brightly lit, which caused his aura to get a good grip on the base. He took his time while playing with that hefty toy, and swirled it around the inside of Blueblood’s hole to make him moan strainingly around Rush’s cock. And as for Zeno, Mud-Slinger, and Glider, the three were quick to get a lewd idea upon seeing one particular item among the ones on the table:
A small, metallic doggy bowl.
The crowd already had an idea what the naughty trio were planning, and were cheering them on as they circled themselves around the bowl. The zebra and two stallions were standing on their hind-legs, and got themselves in a tightly-knit circle-jerk with each of them holding the cock to their left. Because of that, all three of them were moaning out while jerking each other vigorously, and trying their best to aim their members towards the empty bowl Zeno was holding in the middle of their huddle.
“Alright, time for a feeding!~”
“I hope the slut’s hungry!”
“Heh~ You see how far he’s going down on that guy? He’s totally wanting more~”
“Mmmm… Maybe they should scoop up some of that mess from the floor~”
“Eww! Dude, come on!”
“What? I doubt he’d say No if they did~”
If Blueblood wasn’t preoccupied with Zapper playing with his plug, and that vibe egg buzzing a little harder against his throbbing cock, he likely would’ve tried to see what those three Guards of his were doing. But instead, his head was currently being used as Rush’s fleshlight as he thrusted his hips powerfully against the snout of that Pup-Hood. The bulge of his cock could be seen leaving a hefty bulge that protruded from Blueblood’s throat, and constantly moved up and down each time Rush pounded that slutty little mouth. The pegasus’ wings were fluttering as fast as a hummingbird’s to keep his weight so steady in the air, but he still had plenty of energy to really rest the sturdiness of his Prince’s mask. “Mnnnghhh!! Y-Yeah, take it you little cum-dump!~”
Blueblood did exactly that, and moaned out even louder as Zapper pulled back on his butt-plug harder than before. He could feel his aching hole stretching open to hold the girth of that base, but it was hard for him to focus while tasting Rush’s precum spurting to the back of his throat. Not to mention, the pegasus really got the audience going when he grabbed the top of Blueblood’s Pup-Hood with one hoof, and used his other to hold his cock and repeatedly smack it against the Prince’s tongue. “Yeeeaaaaahhhhh… You like that, Bluey?~ You like having your tongue treated like my personal jizzrag, bitch? I hope so, because I’m not letting up until you beg for more~”
The moment Blueblood tried to take a breath in an attempt to speak, a jolted yelp erupted when he felt part of that butt-plug slipping out from his tight little hole. Most of the thick silicon toy was still firmly lodged inside of him, but part of the bulb was able to come out and leave his hole direly stretched. His ears twitched inside his mask from the guffawing laughter he overheard, as well as the meaty smacks from the three Guards groaning and getting close to filling that doggy bowl. But since Rush was the one holding his head and assaulting his mouth that that meaty cock, all he could focus on were the constant barrages of his plump cockhead plugging up his throat, and leaving his mouth drooling like a rabid dog waiting for his treat.
“Nnnnghhhh!!~”
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming too!~”
“Aaaaahhhhhh!!~”
And with that, the three Guards circled around Blueblood’s bowl all made sure he got his treat~
The crowd were absolutely ecstatic, with many of them getting up from their seats to pump their hooves and cheer the three Doms during their unified orgasms. Even though the trio usually had better lasting times all around, the thrill of jerking each other off in a public venue did wonders for their stamina. Not to mention, seeing their prissy Prince being demeaned and teased from both ends was a sight that’d make anypony cum within seconds.
Even with the distracting “Wooos!” and “Yeahs!” from the jeering audience members, that doggy bowl was able to be filled quite a bit by the three studly hunks. Zeno, Glider, and Mud-Slinger were all groaning through gritted teeth while feeling each other’s lengths twitching in their grasps. Meanwhile, heavy ropes of thick, milky-white cum erupted from all their cocks to spurt inside the confines of that metallic bowl, much to everyone’s eager approval. Even though all three of them had a good amount of their cum matted to the fetlocks of their hooves, the majority of their loads were collected to take up over two-thirds of the bowl’s space. And from up above, Rush was quick to grin in devious approval the instant he saw their contribution. “Oooh, there we go~”
Even though he was still fluttering above Blueblood’s head to keep that muzzle promptly stuffed, the pegasus hummed in thought while looking down at their bound little bitch. The idea of undoing all that ropework seemed borderline blasphemous while wearing his grey color-coded harness, but the sight of that bowl was giving him some especially naughty ideas regarding Blueblood. However, before any second thoughts could arise in Rush’s subconscious, his ears perked up when he heard a loud, wet pop from behind the horny Prince.
POP!!!~
“NNNNFFFFFF!!~”
Like a vintage champagne bottle being uncorked, it seemed that the pop from Blueblood’s cherry was more than enough to get the crowd cheering like the start of a hot rager. Zapper was grinning wide as he used his magic to lift up Blueblood from the floor, and repositioned him so his voluptuous ass was facing the crowd. Since his tail was tied-up and out of the way, his tailhole was gaping wide after all the toy-play Zapper and Glider provided. The pegasus’ jaw dropped when he caught sight of Blueblood’s stretched-out opening, and his blush grew even brighter than his already red fur. Zeno made sure to lean in close to Glider’s ear, and sneakily whispered, “Go for it~”
Before Glider could think to clarify what the cheeky zebra meant, the sound of a loud “Thump” caught both of them by surprise. Rush may have been the bondage enthusiast of the group, but he wasn’t against undoing Blueblood’s bondage with a couple expertly-done swipes of the pocket knife in his utility belt. Due to the Guard’s keen skill and diligence for safety, the Prince’s front hooves soon landed back on the ground without any effort or discomfort. However, before Blueblood could really process his newly-broken bondage, he heard a metallic click as a metal chain was latched to the back of his collar. Meanwhile, Rush was grinning lewdly while standing behind him, and made sure to keep a tight grip on the chain wrapped around his hoof.
“Put the bowl on the ground, fellas,” said the pervy Guard with a wickedly wide grin, which was met with a round of giddy expressions from the trio who were holding Blueblood’s big treat. Zeno placed the doggy bowl full of thich, creamy jizz on the floor, just out of reach of Blueblood while the leash remained nice and tense. Meanwhile, Rush made sure to take a step to the side so that Glider could step in beside him, who was blushing particularly hard while grinning at the sight of Blueblood’s gape.
The Prince may have only been partially aware of what was about to occur, but the sight of that pool of cum before his hooves made him gulp preemptively in apprehension. Even though it wasn’t as raunchy as letting Mud-Slinger piss in his mouth, the sly whistles and jeering from the audience left his heart thundering worriedly in his chest. Since those blinders were keeping him from glancing back at the two horny pegasus studs at his leash, he wasn’t able to see Glider beginning to slather his hoof in lubricant. However, he was able to overhear the enamored cheers from the crowd of attendees, as well as the hoofsteps of Zeno coming back up towards his front.
“I hope you like the little ‘treat’ we made for you, bitch~” Zeno was grinning wide as he lifted up one of his forelegs, and pressed his sweaty pit right up against the open hole of the Prince’s Pup-Hood. “It was made with a lot of muscle~”
Blueblood’s nostrils instantly flared out as he took a deep breath of the zebra’s heady musk, which caused his tantalized cock to twitch unbearably hard and spurt out several thick strings of pre. It was surprising enough that the stallion hadn’t shot his load already, but the audience seemed especially impressed that the aroma of unwashed musk was such an effective trigger. Blueblood closed his eyes with a hefty moan before he dragged his tongue across Zeno’s sweaty pit, which elicited a strong round of laughter and applause. But even with how strong and bitter that zebra sweat may have tasted, Blueblood was still moaning out with absolute pleasure while slathering more of that muscular bicep with his drooling maw.
“Yeah, you want a strong stallion to stretch you out, don’cha?~” purred Zeno, who couldn’t help shuddering from the feeling of Blueblood’s tongue tasting more of his muscular physique. Mud-Slinger came up at the zebra’s other side to join in, and got his sweaty pit against Blueblood’s hood too. The little bitch didn’t even hesitate as he moaned out deeply, and took turns licking both of the hunks’ sweaty pits without complaint. The muscle worship may have only been a brief appetizer before the hole-splitting main course, but the Prince’s enthusiasm for being seen in such a raunchy state only got the Guards more keen to continue their fun.
Zeno and Mud-Slinger were chuckling devilishly while enjoying the Prince’s tongue-lashing, while Zapper lit up his horn to pin Blueblood’s hooves to the floor. While the crowd laughed and took photos of Blueblood’s eager muscle-tasting, Glider was just about finished getting his hoof nice and wet. Rush already knew what was going to happen, and made sure the leash was tightly-gripped to match the unicorn’s aura wrapped around Blueblood’s hooves. Meanwhile, Rush got right up to the bitch’s exposed and gaping ass, and used his dry hoof to gently place against the small of Blueblood’s back. “Donnnnnnn’t worry, big guy~” he purred sensually while the Prince wasn’t paying much attention, and softly petted his muscular back like he would a feral animal being trained into submission. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need~”
With that, the red pegasus prodded the tip of his hoof against Blueblood’s gape, and pressed in hard enough to elicit a heavy gasp from the front. The Prince’s head reeled back upon feeling such a sharp bout of pressure around his hole, which refused to let up as Glider continued to push. The pain quickly grew just as intense as it did with the plug, but the fact that it refused to let up caused Blueblood’s back to arch upward like he was a petrified housecat. But since his body was being held down by Zapper and Rush, and his focus was skewed by the constant tasting of those ripped forelegs being pressed up against his snout, the Prince could barely process what was happening while the edges of Glider’s keratin began to slip past his ring.
“Holy shit!!~”
“Wow, they’re actually doing that!?”
“Yeah, wreck that hole, boys!”
“Make him do a ventriloquist act!”
“Make sure to flick that prostate nice and good~”
“Aaaahhhh!!” Despite how alluring it was to glide his tongue across the firm and smooth curvatures of his studly Doms’ muscles, the efforts from Glider’s hoof prompted Blueblood to pull his head back and wince painfilly. “AAAHHH!!”
His eyes clenched tightly shut, and he had to grit his teeth while groaning intensely from the ever-increasing pressure to his backside. Only part of the edge of Glider’s hoof was able to sink in past the Prince’s formerly tight opening, but the pegasus soldiered on as he carefully tried to stretch him even further. And even as the Prince spasmed harder against his restraints, he was obviously too helpless to stop Glider from opening up his tailhole further than he ever would’ve predicted.
“Nnnnnghhhh!! H-Holy FUCK!!” Even though his identity was completely hidden, Blueblood still gasped with a heavy blush upon shouting out that expletive. Meanwhile, his Guards and the audience all just snickered in response without stopping their fun. The Prince’s tailhole was growing thinner and whiter the more Glider pushed his hoof through that tight opening, but Blueblood refrained from trying to stop his Dom either. Instead, all that Blueblood could do was hope that the girth of whatever was being shoved into him would relent sooner than later. “Aaaahhhh!! Mnnnghhh… Oh, sweet merciful--MMFFF!!”
His mumbling groans were interrupted by Mud-Slinger shoving his other pit against his open mouth, which allowed Blueblood to receive the slightest reprieve by licking up more of his bitter sweat like the musk-magnet he was. His hips tried to involuntarily thrust as more precum spurted from his stimulated cock, but Zapper’s strong aura ensured that he couldn’t move too much. Because of that, Glider’s hoof was slowly but surely slipping in past the Prince’s meaty ring, and opening him up badly enough to keep him moaning loudly. And even with his tongue slathering all over Zeno and Slinger’s muscles, his overwhelmed state reached its peak the moment he heard an especially hard grunt from the Dom behind him:
“NnnnnnnNNNNNNGGGGGAAAAAAHHH!!! GOT IT!~”
The moment the girth of his hoof was able to fit around Blueblood’s hole, the resounding push he made to cram it inside was rewarding enough to give him a generous round of applause. Glider closed his eyes and shuddered with a bitten lip, absolutely loving that he was able to properly fist Blueblood without getting in any trouble. And despite how severely tight that hole was clenching around his hoof like a vice, he was mostly happy that Blueblood wasn’t reeling in pain from such a hefty stretching. Of course, since the Prince’s Pup-Hood was still on, the only way for the Guards to know he was okay were from his lustful moans between licks, as well as the fact that his cock was spasming and repeatedly smacking his barrel.
“AAAAHHHH!!” Blueblood couldn’t take it anymore, and his forelegs buckled badly enough to make him stumble from between Zeno and Mud-Slinger’s biceps. Unfortunately -- or perhaps, very fortunately depending on who was asked -- Blueblood ended up falling muzzle-first into that doggy bowl full of cum that the Guards provided. The audience went absolutely nuts, and were screaming out in cheerful and perverted glee when the bitch was bent-over with his face dipped in splooge. Since his backside was still standing upright to add to his presented stance, Glider was able to properly take advantage by pushing his hoof further inside of him. Meanwhile, all that Blueblood could do was try to groan out painfully, even though his voice was muffled and gurgled while submerged in all that warm jizz.
“Nnnnffff!! Gnnnghhhh… Mmmmmmm….” Eventually, the brutal pushes of that thick hoof weren’t enough to keep Blueblood from savoring the taste of fresh, hot cum filling his open maw once more. As his body shivered in a mixture of overwhelming pain and primal elation, the Prince eventually closed his eyes while a blissful moan bubbled up from the puddle of cum he was in. After a couple seconds of silence from the bitch, his eyes clenched the tiniest bit as his cheeks could be seen puffing out. And with an audible gulp, Blueblood kept the crowd of ponies entertained as they applauded to that first thick bulge that traveled down his collared throat.
Blueblood’s body kept being rocked back and forth from Glider’s efforts, who was shuddering with glee while hoofing that plump ass with the audience reeling in delight. Even though he had already shot his load in that doggy bowl, the pegasus’ cock could be seen springing back to life due to the tightness of Blueblood’s ring around his wrist. The action was clearly too hot for some of his buddies to handle, as Rush and Zapper pulled each other in for a hot makeout session to elicit more cheers from the attendees. Zeno and Mud-Slinger got into the action as well, and got into a heated kiss themselves beside the cum-hungry bitch.
The camera kept going off, but Blueblood couldn’t have cared less while guzzling down the three hunks’ loads inside of that metal bowl. If his Pup-Hood or cutie mark blockers weren’t present, the Prince would’ve had no clue how to handle the mortifying humiliation he was enduring before the audience of eager perverts. But since nopony could tell who he was, the anonymity helped to open a brand new side of Blueblood that he never would’ve fathomed before. Even though he was in one of the most depraved and hardcore scenarios for a closeted stallion, the experience was throwing him into an absolute frenzy of tantalizing pleasures he never wanted to end. And even with Glider’s massive hoof ruining his hole with every powerful thrust he gave with his foreleg, Blueblood continued to suck up mouthfuls of hot jizz to swallow down like the subby slut he was able to be.
It was hard for anypony in that room to discern the passing of time throughout the open demonstration, but the experience was still worth every second for all the hunky brutes involved. Blueblood was reeling from the perverted attention he was receiving while being fisted and treated like absolute trash, which was a massive turnaround from how he used to be. Remnants of drool and cum could be seen seeping from his mask every time Rush tugged on his leash, and his head was pulled up so he could breathe out in heavy moans. The sight of his cum-smeared muzzle and tongue caused the audience to laugh and cheer him on so mockingly well, which in turn made Blueblood feel like he was about to shoot his load at any moment. Luckily for the fisted bitch, it seemed that Glider was keen on taking advantage of that one attendee’s suggestion from earlier.
“Nnnnghhh… C’mon, where is it, where is it…” The pegasus clenched his eyes shut while trying to focus, and slipped his hoof in deeper between Blueblood’s cheeks to find that elusive button. The other four Guards were all too busy making out with each other, as well as rubbing each other’s cocks for everypony to see and cheer them on. Rush and Zapper slumped down to the ground so they could pull themselves into a heated sixty-nine, right in front of everyone with their cocks pistoning in and out of each other’s mouths. But even with how hot that additional action may have looked, Blueblood was still clearly the star as he overheard the countless jeers from the audience.
“C’mon, hit his prostate already!”
“Max the remote and make him cum! He earned it~”
“Can we get him in some stocks so we can all take turns?~”
“I’d rather dress him up in one of my outfits~”
“OOH! I think he’s about to cum!~”
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!~” Without warning, Blueblood’s head whipped up like the spring of a jack-in-a-box, and he cried out in ecstasy the moment Glider touched his prostate. It was only the slightest brush of his hoof while it was buried so deep inside of him, but that little bout of titillation proved to be the straw that can break the camel’s back. And as his body froze up immensely, the last thing Blueblood heard was the pained shriek from Glider as he clenched down hard around his wrist to keep that hoof inside. Meanwhile, the Prince’s head finally reeled back up as he bellowed out a guttural cry, and strings of cum clung to his parted lips.
Rope after rope of Blueblood’s thick, pent-up load erupted from his untouched cock, and the crowd cheered him on as he twitched and throbbed as best as he could with the aid of that egg vibe. His cumshots spurted out far greater than anticipated, with a couple of his heavy strands landing just as the edges of the tarp beneath his hooves. But due to how unrestrained his member was, a couple hard twitches were enough to shoot a couple strands of his jizz across Rush and Zapper laying beside him. Those additional strings were more than enough to set off the two Guards, as they let out unified and muffled groans around each other’s cocks and reached their orgasms as well.
Rush and Zapper’s eyes clenched tightly shut, and rivulets of their loads could be seen dribbling from their muzzles while their cheeks puffed out. Even though their orgams weren’t nearly as visible as the others, the end result of their climaxes still got the audience to pump their hooves and applaud their impulsive efforts. Since Zeno and Mud-Slinger already came earlier, all they needed to do was stop their makeout session while smiling lewdly into each other’s eyes. And all the while, Glider was still caught with his hoof up Blueblood’s ass, and he had to lean against him while jerking himself off a second time. “Aaaahhh!! AAAHHH!! AAAAAHHHH!!!~”
With that, the final Guard shot his load as a couple of weak strings of cum spurted onto the drenched tarp. It may have not been much -- mostly due to him already jizzing just a few minutes prior -- but he still looked satisfied when he sighed with a blissful smile on his face. Blueblood looked equally as content after everything came to a close, and he was left lying in a puddle of piss and cum while wearing his kinky bondage. He was sure that Celestia would suffer a stroke if she knew her nephew was acting in such a way, but the former Ruler was one of the last things to seep into Blueblood’s mind as he savored the post-coital endorphins coursing through his system.
Even though the audience could be heard cheering wildly from behind the closed doors, the fun seemed to still be continuing on. But from the outside of the hallway, nothing could be seen as the hefty groans and bitch-talk continued long into the night. There was only one pony hanging around outside the doors, who just so happened to be the mare from that booth Blueblood visited in the first place. She seemed to look rather pleased with herself, and was snickering with a coy smirk while peering in close to the door to overhear the Prince’s guttural cries of rapture.
“Well then,” she said to herself as she pulled her head back, and huffed contentedly. “It seems that my work here is finished~”
She then lifted up her hoof, which suddenly morphed into a lion’s paw without any evidence of unicorn magic anywhere present. And with an audible snap, the pony completely disappeared in a plume of pink smoke. As soon as it dissipated, all that remained was a very familiar draconequus who was standing by himself with a cocky grin. After reverting back to his standard form, Discord sighed with an intense shiver and added, “Man! I never would’ve thought posing as a pony for so long would be so exhausting~”
Despite how overworked he may have felt, all that Discord needed was a quick wipe of his brow to fling off any sweat beading across his forehead. He then gave another snap of his paw, and conjured up a nice stack of photographs showing off Blueblood in all his perverted and Pup-Hooded glory. While his avian claw flicked through the countless photographs of the Prince’s lewd acts, Discord made sure to shoot a teasing glance back at you, the reader of this very story:
“Well, I hope that all of you learned a very valuable lesson from this story: As long as you have trust in your friends, as well as your own limits, you can achieve things you would’ve never imagined could be possible~”
He then held up his collection of lewd pictures, and added, “Now if you excuse me, I have a tea party schedule with Fluttershy, and I promised I’d bring some gifts from Fillydelphia. Seeya!~”
With that, the draconequus disappeared from the venue, and Blueblood was left to enjoy the rest of his weekend without any further influences.
