Second place is the first loser
Captain Shining Armour delicately swirled his fingers in the finger bowl, then wiped them on the napkin in his lap. Prince Blueblood, maximum inter principes of Equestria, coughed with bemusement. He sat smirking from from his chair across the long table, a chair he’d had elevated like a throne so he could watch Shining’s every movement during this mock banquet.
“A Prince never wipes, ‘Tiny,’” Blueblood stated in his usual simpering, know-it-all voice. “Stroke the napkin tenderly, like a lover. Let it drink the droplets from your fingers.”
Shining Armour did not react to Blueblood’s tone, nor to the insulting misuse of ‘Tiny,’ his Royal Guard call sign. Obediently and instantly he corrected himself, gently stroking his fingers against the soft fabric of his napkin. Blueblood was here to teach him how to be a Prince, and Shining Armour was determined to suck it up and learn. A mistake of etiquette might be less deadly than an error on the battlefield, but the slightest flub could permanently harm his fiancée in the eyes of Canterlot society. Cadance was already on thin ice for wedding a commoner, and Shining didn’t want to make things even worse for her.
At the very moment Shining’s hands were dry, a third unicorn appeared with a flash of teleportation magic. This was Silver Platter, Blueblood’s personal butler and head of protocol. Dressed in the finest garb, Silver Platter bowed to each stallion in turn and set the final round of this culinary marathon on the table before the Prince-in-training. The rich food of courses past gurgled in Shining’s stomach and he stifled a burp, much to Blueblood’s amusement. Just one little dessert, Shining thought, and he’d be able to return to the barracks and take a long nap.
Shining Armour was a stallion who’d grown up eating his mother’s home cooking, with takeout hayburgers reserved only for special occasions. During his years in the Guard, he’d eaten little but the same bland rations he served to the soldiers under his command. Now for three days in a row he’d been faced with countless platters fresh from the royal kitchens, each the size of a full meal and each to be assaulted with a different selection from the arsenal of silverware and cutlery that surrounded Shining’s place setting.
The slightest hesitation or error of etiquette was seized upon, most sarcastically, by Prince Blueblood. On the battlefield — assuming Blueblood even bothered to show up — the haughty unicorn had the rank of a mere Lieutenant, and was subject to Captain Armour’s orders. Here in the palace, Blueblood was maximum inter principes, and his slightest word was law.
After two days of condescending lectures and two failed mock banquets, Shining now automatically performed the complex process of the most delicate actions, with hardly a comment from his overbearing royal tutor. It was no more difficult to acquire this dance of etiquette than it had been to learn how to strip, clean and reassemble his Guard rifle. Shining Armour had drilled cadets for many years, hardening raw recruits into tough, yet noble, stallions and mares. He knew how to teach... and how to learn.
At a glance, Shining Armour quickly surveyed his latest mission. Silver Platter had placed before him a crystal dish of fine Prench vanilla ice cream, accompanied by a small pot of bubbling chocolate fudge. Without hesitation Shining lifted the pot in his magic — “A Prince never touches anything hot with his hands, ‘Tiny!’” — and gently poured the chocolate syrup over the mound of ice cream, letting it begin to melt into a sumptuous mixture. From the rows and rows of silverware, he chose the scallop shaped dessert spoon. (Not the soup spoon, not the cereal spoon, not the flattened spoon used only to spread butter, definitely not the royal spork!) He ceremonially gave the spoon a single twirl, then plunged its edge into the mound of frozen delight.
All the while, Prince Blueblood stared at him, waiting for another mistake, the slightest breach of royal manners. Shining Armour wouldn’t give this high born bastard the satisfaction. He gently lifted the spoon to his mouth, took a single bite of the most delicious ice cream he’d ever tasted, then pushed the crystal dish away. A royal must never be seen to overindulge, after all — even though this meant untold amounts of fine food ended up in Canterlot’s waste bins each day.
“Well done, ‘Tiny.’” Blueblood smirked and arose from his seat, walking around the table. “Now that you’ve finally made it through the banquet...” he said, with his hand on Shining’s shoulder, “we can enjoy the after dinner entertainment.”
So saying, he then unzipped his trousers and casually pulled his cock out through the fly!
Shining forced himself to take a calm and measured breath as the head of the Prince’s unsheathed penis dropped onto the epaulette on Shining’s dress uniform, laying upon his shoulder like a pirate’s pet parrot. (More like a pet budgie, truth be told... a small budgie!)
“Heh, quite impressive, is it not?” Blueblood chuckled. “Do not fear its turgid might... it is merely an instrument of pleasure. My pleasure.”
“I have a dick, too,” Shining stated, quite unimpressed, keeping his eyes firmly forward. Only his Guard training kept him from brushing the unwanted member off his once spotless uniform. Undoubtedly this was some ridiculous royal hazing ritual, and he was in no mood to play along.
“But do you have 5 inches?” Blueblood scoffed. “I fear not, ‘Tiny.’” The insufferable royal pinched his flare between two fingers and slapped his meat against Shining’s ear. “I am maximum inter principes, greatest among princes. I am not the oldest, nor the highest born, but I do have this: the most magnificent royal cock in Equestria.”
The pushy prince wiggled his hips, bouncing the warm flesh of his stiff and perfumed member against Shining’s cheek. “Come, give it a kiss, and begin your training. You will come to love its girth in time... all the other Princes do.”
Shining rolled his eyes. “You call that thing big?” he asked sarcastically. “Must be all that royal inbreeding I hear about.” He idly wondered how many gullible would-be royals Prince Blueblood had actually gotten to blow him.
The feeble slap of an open palm ricocheted across Shining Armour’s muzzle, making him glance at last towards Prince Blueblood. The frustrated unicorn now bore a look of utmost rage towards his student. The Prince’s untouched erection slipped out of view as he bent over to hiss into Shining’s ear. “How dare you talk back to me!” he growled. “I have the power to end your engagement with a single word. You common soldier. You son of a schoolteacher!”
“Do not talk about my father that way,” Shining retorted with a feral snort.
Blueblood spat on Shining’s face, as casually as a skanky Guardsmare scratching her ass. “I’ll talk however I please,” he scoffed. “The Princes rule this land, and I rule the Princes.” A second slap hit Shining’s muzzle, and this one almost stung. “Now, suck my cock, Captain Armour, and prove to me that you understand your place of utter inferiority in the royal family you are about to invade.”
“You are disgusting,” Shining snarled with a grind of his teeth.
“And you are commoner trash! I’ll put some nobility into your body if I have to ram it down your throat! Why, I might just make you watch me buck your father’s worthless plot... and have both of you thank me for the privilege!”
At this final provocation Shining’s mind went purest red. His father was a good stallion, honest and kind, who loved his wife and had saved every bit so that his children could fulfill their dreams. Sure, Night Light was a meek and quiet educator, nopony’s idea of a hero, but as a stallion he was worth ten of Blueblood’s strutting, pompous ilk.
With this insult to his family, Blueblood had finally gone too far! What he was about to do might end his career, even cost him Cadance... but at this moment, Shining Armour simply didn’t care!
“I have a better idea,” Shining stated angrily. He tossed his napkin upon the table and stood up, towering over Prince Blueblood. “If we’re going to be sucking cocks, why don’t you suck mine?”
It was all so simple to do what he should have done to begin with. A snap of a button, an unzip of a zipper, and Shining’s uniform trousers dropped to his knees. A flex of his hips, and with a loud thump his cock fell out upon the banquet table, sending all 61 pieces of silverware clattering.
Like an obscene sausage, Shining Armour’s stallionhood draped across the royal china, covering the entire length of the pristine dinner plate before him. Shining was grimly pleased to notice that even his flaccid and partially sheathed length outshone Blueblood’s full erection. And he wasn’t staying flaccid for long. The angry adrenaline and humiliated testosterone coursing through his veins made his cock pulse with vitality, gaining length and girth with every throb.
Prince Blueblood gasped, speechless at this brutal riposte to his own dick-waving. “Why... b-but they call you ‘Tiny!’ It’s not possible!”
Shining smiled grimly. “If you’d actually spent one day training with the Royal Guard, instead of having your aunt give you phony medals, you’d know that our call signs are jokes. Fireburst is ‘Ice Queen’ because she can’t keep her legs closed. Apple Punch is ‘Slim’ because he barely fits in his uniform. And I... am ‘Tiny.’”
“S-Silver Platter!” Prince Blueblood screamed. The unicorn butler appeared immediately, already in mid-bow. “Yes, your highness?”
“This upstart... this usurper... he’s exposed himself to me!”
Silver Platter solemnly raised a eyebrow at the sight of two rival pricks. “And you to him. It seems an issue to be resolved between the two of you.”
“Worthless servant!” Blueblood whined. “Throw him out! Send him to the dungeons! Banish him from my sight, forever!”
Silver Platter rejected such a proposal with an apologetic bow. “Your highness, I am the butler to the maximum inter principes, not to you personally. As you well know, such a title is conferred according to a stallion’s ‘natural gifts.’ I fear that Captain Armour’s stallionhood is at least twice your length, and he also has a significant advantage in girth, especially at his flare.”
Silver Platter waved his gloved hand near Shining’s still stiffening cock, wafting its scent towards his own muzzle. The material of the butler’s trousers shifted slightly as his own cock began to unsheath. “The Captain’s member gives off a natural musk that is both pleasing and intensely arousing. Most importantly, his testicles are much larger than yours, heavier and full of undoubtedly potent sperm. I hardly need mention your numerous disappointments in that regard.”
Silver Platter caught his breath and licked his lips. “Princess Cadance has chosen well to bring new strength into Equestria’s royal bloodline,” he concluded his evaluation. “As for your own stallionhood, your highness... I might compare it to a slender twig, or a foal’s plaything. Though the Cockweigher Royal will make the official measurements, there can be no doubt that Captain Armour will be recognized as maximum inter principes upon his ascension, on which date I shall become his butler.”
“You forget your place, Platter,” Blueblood snapped. “Captain Armour is not a prince. Not yet!”
“Not yet, your highness,” Silver Platter agreed. “However, your charge is to prepare him for his new position. That means educating him in the privileges of princehood, as well as the duties. Within this training chamber, Shining Armour is a prince, and clearly your maximum. By Celestia’s order, you will act accordingly.”
Silver Platter turned then to Shining. “If I may, sir.” He bent at the waist and tenderly laid a kiss upon the vastness of Shining’s now rigid flare, his lips pressing its flesh down against the fine china plate. “I am at your service,” he murmured, seemingly entranced. “Please call if you need anything... anything at all.” His duties thus satisfied, Silver Platter vanished again with a flash of magic.
Shining Armour cast the merest glimpse at Prince Blueblood. With a forced smile upon his face, the royal held cautioning hands before his taller, stronger, much better hung rival. “N-now, Shining, let’s not do anything rash,” he insisted. “After all, soon we’ll be cousins—please, not the mane!”
The mane was exactly where Shining Armour grabbed Blueblood, his fingers moving through glossy blonde hair until they curled against his well moisturized scalp. Holding the bratty Prince firmly by his locks, Shining forced Blueblood’s head downwards until he was eye to eye with the meaty beast that throbbed, unattended, on the china plate.
“Kiss it,” Shining ordered with a growl.
Blueblood nearly gagged. “Ewww, you reek of sweat, and work.”
“That’s the smell of a normal cock,” Shining informed. “One that isn’t drenched with perfume.”
Tears ran down Blueblood’s cheeks as he gasped like a freshly hooked fish. “P-please, give me air...”
“For pony’s sake...” Shining picked up the leftover pot of fudge in his magic and poured out the remainder of the warm chocolate syrup, letting it run up and down the length of his cock. “Better? Now it’s chocolate flavoured. Kiss it.”
“Y-yes, sir, of course...” Tender laps and kisses danced up and down his meat as Blueblood licked and sucked the spilled chocolate off of Shining’s fully swollen dick. The feeling was pleasant, yet hardly more than a tease for the virile and lustful Captain. Yes, when it came to enjoying his new power over this bully, he was just getting started...
Blueblood’s thighs clenched together and his own throbbing stiffy seemed to shrink to a nub as he drank in his former victim’s natural musk. “T-There, I kissed it,” he panted, his nostrils flaring as he smooched the last bit of chocolate from the bulging vein that ran along the top. “Now, Shining, let’s be reasonable. I have bits, more bits than you could ever—”
“Thank it.”
“Th-thank your cock?”
“For relieving you of your royal burden.” Shining chuckled. “Just think, if I hadn’t come along, you might have to be maximum inter principes for the rest of your life. Soon you’ll be free to kneel before me, alongside all the other Princes you’ve mistreated. You can be sure that I’ll treat you better than you’ve treated them... but not too much better.
Blueblood’s mind raced, trying to find some way of avoiding such a humiliation as being forced to address a commoner’s penis as an equal — neigh, a superior! “Shining... Captain... sir... your highness.. I beg of you!”
“Do you think my cock cares if you beg?”
“Nnnfff...” Within Prince Blueblood’s mind, another barrier crumbled into dust. For all his brattish ways, Blueblood was the creation of Equestria’s royal family: its arcane traditions, its ancient rituals, and most of all its unmovable hierarchies. Ever since he came of age, the pecking order of the Princes had been ingrained in him: little cocks submit to big cocks. With several snorts of Shining’s musk working their way into his brain, the logic of the situation was clear. Before the wrist thick behemoth he’d already licked clean, Blueblood could do nothing but obey.
At last Blueblood dared to touch Shining’s cock with his hands. He delicately stroked the shaft, back and forth, feeling the velvet stiffness beneath his fingertips, taking satisfaction in the other stallion’s grunt of pleasure. “Thank you, Sir Cock,” he murmured, “for showing me my place... for succeeding me as maximum inter princeps. I know the other Princes will be just as happy to serve you as I am.”
Shining grabbed Blueblood’s mane again and tilted his head upwards, staring deep into his eyes. “Now that we’ve instilled the proper attitude in you,” the Captain chuckled, “perhaps you can assist me with a question of banquet protocol. Which of a spoiled Prince’s orifices is the one to use when serving the ‘meat’ course?” With his other hand Shining gripped Blueblood’s cheeks and squeezed his lips apart. “His filthy, insulting mouth? Or perhaps his uptight little plothole?”
Terror arose within Blueblood’s soul, displacing what little acceptance had begun to settle there. “N-no, not my plot! You’ll rip me apart! Please, I’ll suck you. I’ll make it feel good!” The Prince knelt submissively before Shining, keeping the vast shaft in his grip and bringing it to his mouth. He ran his tongue around the flare, then took the merest tip into his maw. Blueblood pressed his face forward onto Shining’s flare, his features distorting and his jaw stretching wide. At last he spit out the musky meat with a dainty gag and winced.
Shining grunted with disgust. “You are terrible at this,” he chided. “What do you do all day, if you can’t even suck cock?” Indeed, though Blueblood had taken his pleasure with hundreds of stallions, each more or less willing and some even enthusiastic, it seemed that he learned little from such treatment. “Bend over the table, little Prince. It’s time to ruin your ass.”
Blueblood hesitantly obeyed this command, albeit with a look of fear in his eyes. “Shining Armour, I’m— I’m—” As he presented his rump, the Prince seemed to choke on his words, in a way he hadn’t been able to choke down the cock that still stung his tongue with its vivid taste and scent. “Please, about your father, I’m—”
“Yes?” Picking up a knife from the place setting, Shining casually cut the fabric of Prince Blueblood’s royal trousers, slicing directly up the seam of the seat, cutting through both the outer layer and the soft, silken undergarment. Pulling the torn clothing apart, he smiled as he saw a pale, plump pair of royal cheeks pour out and protrude rudely in the open air.
“P-perhaps I was a bit hasty in declaring your father’s plot my personal property,” Blueblood admitted.
Shining dismissed such prevarications with a roll of his eyes. “Are you trying to say that you’re sorry?”
“Y—I’m... I’m s—”
“Perhaps some action on your plot will loosen your tongue.” Shining lightly swatted Blueblood’s bare ass, feeling the flesh depress against his palm most pleasantly.
“Owww!” Blueblood cried out, much more loudly than a simple spank warranted. It seemed that nopony had dared to strike the royal bum before. Spoiled, whiny, unaccustomed to discipline... Shining Armour was here to change all that! He’d whipped countless cadets into shape, without using his dick — he’d make a proper stallion out of Blueblood yet!
“You will now apologize,” Shining ordered. A loud CRACK! sounded as he spanked the bratty Prince again, this time with full force.
“I’m sorry!” Blueblood bawled at once. “I’m sorry for insulting your father!”
A second CRACK! echoed throughout the halls of the Palace, no doubt bringing a secret smile to Princess Celestia’s lips. “You will never speak ill of my father again.”
“No! Never! I’ll be his best friend! His closest ally!”
Shining whipped his hand upwards and slapped the bottom of Blueblood’s cheek, giving it a hard clap that jiggled the royal dumptruck delightfully. “My father is a scholar and a gentlestallion,” he insisted.
“The gentlest!” Blueblood agreed desperately.
“A faithful husband. A good provider!” Shining enjoyed the bouncing of Blueblood’s ass cheeks as he rained down blows upon the Prince’s pale flesh over and over. “You’re not worthy to kiss his ass!”
“I’ll kiss his ass! Your ass! I’ll do anything! Please, I’m sorry! H-how was I to know you actually love your father?”
Ugh, why did I end up with Prince ‘Daddy Issues?’ Shining thought to himself. Still, that explains a lot. I’d better ease up, or he’s likely to start calling me ‘daddy...’
Shining ceased his plot-pummelling, waving his spanking hand to ease the slight sting that had formed from countless slaps against the royal donk. “There, there, Blueblood,” he soothed. “You’ve apologized, taken your punishment, and now you deserve a little fun.”
“W-what kind of—EEEP!”
With his other hand, Shining reached down and gave the Prince’s cock a few gentle strokes, making him squeak like a schoolfilly and quiver with pent up desire. Blueblood’s prick was small, true, but hardly ugly. On a stallion who was less of a jerk, such a thing might even be considered cute. Shining had nothing against fun-size cocks, having played with all sizes during his time in the Guard. Yet a pompous ass like Blueblood, who swung a gherkin as if it were a cudgel, was the worst of both worlds!
“You may play with yourself,” Shining stated generously, “while I play with you.” Blueblood’s magic instantly swept back between his legs, and he frantically began to work the leaking head of his prick, while squeezing his balls with one hand. “There, isn’t that nice?” Shining smiled. “There’s no reason why we both can’t have fun.”
Spreading Blueblood’s reddened cheeks with his hands, Shining used his own magic to pick up the flattened butter spoon from his place setting. He dipped its blade into a dish of softened butter, scooping up a huge amount of the deep yellow fat. He skilfully worked the blunt edge of the spoon around Blueblood’s twitching ponut, smearing it with grease before pressing the tip into his warm and steamy interior.
“P-please... nopony’s ever... I’m a virgin!” Blueblood whimpered as his rival prepared him for anal destruction, pleading for mercy even as he magically stroked his miniature meat towards a devastating orgasm.
“So is Cadance,” Shining observed, “and I fuck her ass every day.”
“You don’t understand!” As Shining pressed his cock between Blueblood’s greased up ass cheeks, one last surge of defiance mounted inside the squirming Prince. “Shining, i-it won’t fit!” he protested. “Please, the laws of Equestria never anticipated a Prince with such a huge penis!”
“Shut... up... I... hate... COMPLAINERS!” Shining roared. One hand on Blueblood’s plot, the other gripping his horn, he slowly yet firmly battered down the back entrance to Blueblood’s palace, pushing his flare past his well lubricated butthole with a thick and heavy schlorp.
“Unnnggghhh...” Blueblood moaned helplessly as he was abruptly introduced to the struggles... and the joys... of being the guy on the bottom! His magic fizzled and his hands dropped limply to his sides, as a new and shameful pleasure made itself heard deep within him. He felt an urge he could not deny, despite the endless embarrassment it would cause — the urge to hump his hips back against the cock that was claiming him! Begging with his body for the same treatment he’d always given to lesser Princes!
Shining smiled as the desperate rolling of Blueblood’s hips began, his backdoor now freed from his virginity and eager to gobble up its first meaty meal. Despite his common origins, the Captain was becoming quite the connoisseur of royal butts. He’d now sampled two, and how many more might be in his future? He and Cadance had happily employed the “poophole loophole” for years, and her now flexible ass was a stroking wonderland of sensuous delights, so wonderful to plumb with his cock that Shining had nearly forgotten about pussy altogether.
By comparison, Blueblood’s plot was unused, inexperienced and barren. Shining’s only enjoyment came from its sheer tightness, as well as the sense of domination he now felt over his former tormentor. Yet his years of gently making love to Cadance’s behind guided him as he slipped inch after inch of his cock past Blueblood’s straining ring, gently thrusting in and out to stretch the princely pucker as he filled it full of low born cock.
Not only did being pinned down and penetrated fill Blueblood with a most natural feeling of peace, but the once haughty royal had one natural advantage which Cadance lacked: a P-spot! Shining was nothing if not a considerate lover, and an ass fucking that could make the Princess of Love ruin her gown with a squirted maregasm was sure to utterly wreck the amorous stallion.
Indeed, just as Shining Armour managed to hilt his entire length in Blueblood’s clenching bowels, the sudden submissive felt the ultimate humiliation as he came hands free, simply from being buttfucked by a superior stallionhood. Squirts of watery semen pumped forth from the baby carrot between his legs, soon slowing to dribbles and droplets that stained the legs of his torn trousers with pungent, if less than potent seed. Blueblood was going to have a very difficult time explaining THIS to his tailor!
“Unnnh... was it good for you, too?” Blueblood murmured, anticipating a gentle cuddle and a nap with his latest prince-with-benefits.
“Blueblood, baby,” Shining informed, “I’m just getting started.” He pulled his cock nearly all the way out of Blueblood’s insides, only to thrust forward and fill the hungry cavity once more.
“Oooh!” Deep grunts came from Blueblood’s chest, and his lips trembled with heavy breathing, but not a cry of pain was to be heard as his now-superior’s member was plunged deeply and repeatedly in and out of his plot. Shining Armour knew how to claim an ass for maximum pleasure... and Blueblood, it seemed, was a natural born pillow-prince!
“Yes... oh, yes...” Blueblood moaned as his guts were most delightfully rearranged and his nut sack repeatedly pummelled by Shining’s swinging balls. “Please cum... please, sir, cum for me... please, Shining Armour, cum in my ass!”
“Ssh, ssh.” Shining gently stroked Blueblood’s horn with a calming magical aura. “Just because I actually have stamina and don’t cum right away, doesn’t mean you’re not pleasing me. Your plot feels so good, Blueblood.” A long, hard thrust into Blueblood’s guts proved the truth of Shining’s soothing words. “So very good.”
Tears of happiness dripped from Blueblood’s eyes as he finally found the unconditional acceptance he’d struggled to find all his life. “Th-thank you...” he whispered. “I just want to be a good fleshlight for you... daddy...”
Damnit! I went too far in the other direction! Shining mentally facepalmed. Now he’s going to want aftercare or something... I don’t have time for this! He plunged his cock fiercely into Blueblood’s butthole, working it in and out with an insistence he’d never dare show Cadance, yet the smitten Prince just smiled and panted under the rough treatment, mewling sweetly like an alley cat given a friendly pat for the first time in years!
Forks, spoons, chopsticks and gold plated straws dropped to the ground with a clatter, as the thrusts of Shining’s hips rattled the banquet table and destroyed his place setting. He felt his own climax approaching, and did nothing to hold it back. Shining threw his head back and neighed triumphantly as the floodgates burst and the pulses of his pleasure began.
A second orgasm wracked Blueblood’s body, a few more droplets dribbling from his dry sheath as Shining groaned with satisfaction and sent jet after jet of thick sperm pouring into his virgin bowels. Blueblood had never felt so warm, safe and loved, as he did now that he’d finally found a generous and giving top. Surely his new “daddy” would take pride in him for his talents, the way his biological father never had!
One by one the buttons on Blueblood’s jacket swelled and popped as his belly bulged, his guts filled and swollen by burst after unending burst of thick seed. Despite his life of pampered pleasure, it was questionable whether every drop of cum Blueblood had ever spilled could match this single ejaculation from his rival. And potent, too! He could practically feel Shining’s vigorous sperm wriggling and swimming the wrong way up his guts, seeking an egg or two to conquer.
Ironically, it was Blueblood’s own bullying nature that had built up this enormous load in the first place! He’d been so demanding, running Shining Armour through one royal exercise after another, that the Captain hadn’t had a single moment alone with Princess Cadance for 3 full days. That cute pink butt of hers surely appreciated this well deserved break, but without her special brand of “relief,” Shining’s nuts had just gotten bigger, fuller, and heavier with every passing hour.
What a virile stud this commoner was! Maybe... if Blueblood asked very nicely... he could convince Shining Armour to breed a few of Blueblood’s wives, gifting them with the heirs he’d been unable to produce himself. A royal disappointment no more, Prince Blueblood would be the toast of Canterlot, a proud father with a dozen cooing foals gurgling his name. Nopony would question why his sons and daughters all had bright blue manes... not in public, at least!
“Wow!” Shining grunted at last, once the final blobs of sperm had been delivered from his balls into the overflowing bowels of Equestria’s newest bottom-slut. “Now that’s a coltpussy!” He set one hand on the banquet table as he caught his breath, Blueblood’s ponut still squeezing and throbbing around his sensitive meat.
“Th-thank you, Shining,” Blueblood moaned. “I—I never knew it could feel so good.” A conceited smile emerged on his soft and parted lips as he felt the new warmth filling him up and weighing down his body. “Why, I’ve been pleasuring the other Princes this whole time, and I never knew! Celestia should give me a medal for such generosity!”
“Silly little princelet.” Shining gently stroked Blueblood’s trembling ass cheeks. “Having to pretend to be a top for so long. Don’t worry, I’ve got just the place for you.” Holding the royal plot firmly in place with both hands, he began the slow process of tugging his satisfied stallionhood out of Blueblood’s most private chamber.
“Unnnh...” Blueblood moaned, grasping at the tablecloth with limp and trembling hands as the ridge of Shining’s flare finally popped free of his stretched and ruined ponut. Gouts of sperm bubbled and spurted forth from his insides, forming a huge puddle on the floor, yet not diminishing in the slightest the swollen curve of Blueblood’s sperm packed belly. Idly lifting the salt cellar from the banquet table, Shining turned it on its end and pushed it like a crystal plug up Blueblood’s ass, blocking the loaded and leaking hole.
“Report to the Guard barracks at 0500 hours, Lieutenant,” Shining told his conquest, not without tenderness. “It’s time we made a useful Guardstallion out of you. The Privates will appreciate having somepony to take care of their morning wood... and you need to learn how to employ that royal mouth.”
“Y-yes, sir,” muttered the broken Prince, his spent cock twitching at the thought of musky and unwashed stallionhoods rising up from bed sheets. Dozens of young pricks, his alone to clean — to polish — to worship!
Shining smiled as an even filthier idea occurred to him. “I know Cadance doesn’t want you at our wedding, but if you show your worth, I may just bring you in on the groom’s side. Yes, you can fluff me to erection before I deflower her.”
“I’d be honoured, dearest Prince...” Blueblood murmured dreamily.
As a parting gesture, Shining Armour lifted the wasted bowl of ice cream and drizzled cool liquid over Blueblood’s well spanked plot cheeks, soothing the reddened skin and making the fur sticky with sweetness. Then he pulled his trousers up and left the banquet hall, whistling as he did.
Silver Platter stood at attention beside the door to the banquet hall, surely having heard every detail of the amorous power struggle. “Sorry about the mess in there.” Shining reached into his wallet and handed a 20 bit note to the butler, who brushed away the commoner’s well meant yet boorish gesture.
“Sir, there is no need. I speak for the entire staff when I say it is high time somepony put his highness in his proper place.”
Shining chuckled and patted Silver Platter on the shoulder. He was about to head back to his quarters, but stopped as the handsome butler loudly cleared his throat. Shining’s heart leapt into his throat as he feared that once again he’d transgressed some royal norm.
“W-what is it, Silver Platter?”
“If I may, Captain Armour? After your ‘adventure,’ I fear the soon-to-be-royal member may be less than... clean.”
Shining looked down at the grease stain that had soaked through his uniform. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s mostly butter. I was just going to find a washroom and wipe down.”
“A Prince never wipes, sir.” Silver Platter sank smoothly to his knees and undid Shining’s trousers once again. “Not when there is a willing — even eager — throat, ready to serve.” The Captain’s cock, formidable even when sheathed, flopped out as Silver tugged down the fine fabric of his uniform. Silver eagerly nuzzled that beast with his lips, licking off the combination of warm butter and perfumed royal ass.
“Mmm... how I’ve dreamed of this... a maximum worthy of my years of training.” Silver Platter took Shining’s cock into his mouth and easily pressed his lips down against the base of his sheath, teasing the mighty meat so that it uncoiled and swelled directly down his throat. With one gloved hand he cupped the Captain’s heavy balls, weighing the still excessive amount of semen to be drained today — all according to royal protocol, of course!
Shining gently stroked Silver Platter’s elegantly styled mane as the other stallion sucked his soiled dick to a fresh erection. “I think I’m going to like it here,” he chuckled.
Silver Platter popped his mouth off of Shining’s cock just long enough to give his future master a naughty wink. “I will endeavour to ensure that you love it here... your highness...”