Author's Notes:

Ehhh, all I'm gonna say is that this will definitely be a longer story than I thought. Also, we're gonna get a little saucy this chapter. That's a sexual reference.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter! See you all in the comments!

Part IX. Carnal

“Uuuuuuuuuuugh….” Fredrick groaned as his mind filtered back into the realm of consciousness, his eyes fluttering and eventually opening up to a dimly lit room. However, due to his last known situation, his senses went into a hyper-sensitive mode as he immediately slammed both of his hands down beside him, eyes shooting open, gripping what appeared to be bed sheets strongly and ready to run once more. However, a gentle hand was placed on his chest and eased him back down into the bed. He quickly recognized the unsettlingly real spiral galaxy spinning above him.

“Shhh—Shh—Shhhh… Lay back down, Fredrick,” Luna’s calming voice gently commanded, easing him back down and calming his nerves instantly. He sighed out in relief and gazed over to his right, finding the Lunar Princess resting on her left side with her torso propped up and supported by her left elbow. He was also quick to realize that there was no natural light coming from the balcony doors, leading him to easily infer that it was night time.

“Ugh… What time is it?” he asked, palming both of his eyelids with his hands as he rubbed them simultaneously. It was readily apparent that he had been out for quite some time. The last thing he remembered was running straight for Luna, who had her horn charged… then nothing.

“Twelve forty-one in the morning. You were out for quite a while, as I am sure you now know,” she answered, continuing to gently stroke his chest. He had also noticed that he was not in his work clothes anymore, rather in the fuzzy button-up pajamas that he always loved to use. Giving some thought, Fred decided that he would rather not question why he was in a completely different set of clothes, but he was sure he could guess how it happened. One thing that he did want to know, however, is the cause of him waking up nearly nine hours later. His head was still pounding somewhat.

“W-What happened?” Luna did not answer immediately, but opted to scoot closer to him so she could check his head and what not. Her soft and smooth hands gingerly ran over the contours of his face as she examined him.

“I ummm…” Luna was debating the words to use. “I sensed that there was trouble and upon investigating outside of Celestia’s study, I found you being chased by one of the maids, who apparently was overcome by her heat. I attempted to separate you two by dropping a shield but I miscalculated its placement and density, so you happened to be the one to run into it and knock yourself unconscious,” she explained, albeit quite sheepishly. While Luna looked somewhat ashamed of her blunder, Fredrick had to stifle a giggle, as the whole scenario sounded like something out of a slapstick comedy. Luna did not seem to take kindly to that, though.

“This is no laughing matter, Fredrick, I could have seriously hurt you! You nearly had a second concussion in the span of twenty-four hours!”

“True, but the fact that I’m not in a hospital right now and in the comfort of your room means that my condition is just fine. Besides, I have a beautiful mare taking amazing care of me,” he commented, smiling and winking up at her. Luna could not help but blush and give a tiny smile.

Damn, when did you become so smooth?

“How is your head?” she asked, moving to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his forehead.

“Still throbbing a bit, somewhat painfully but I can manage,” he answered honestly. Of course, Luna would not accept that. So, she placed her hand over his forehead and filtered some of her magic through, her open palm lighting up in bright teal-blue as some pain-killer magic diffused through his aching head. Gradually, Fredrick felt the throbbing sensation cease and the pain was significantly reduced, only noticing it if he moved his head sharply.

“Better?” Luna asked, leaning over him.

“Much. Thank you,” he replied gratefully, shooting her another grin. Then again, Fredrick continually found himself unable to frown in Luna’s presence. He quite liked this development, even more so when she closed the distance between their faces and gave him a sweet, gentle kiss on his lips. He moved to deepen the gesture without hesitation, eliciting a small moan from her as their tongue-tips amicably played with each other. Instinctively, his hands went to her butt and he placed both of them right near her cutie marks, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. Luna gave a gentle giggle, tugging on his upper lip lightly before separating.

That is when she took her place next to the human, laying flush against his side and placing her right hand onto his chest, the sleeve of her usual white sleep-shirt riding up a bit and exposing more of her forearm. Fredrick grasped her there with his right hand but soon, the two found themselves holding hands, their combined palms laying comfortably on his chest as silence continued uninterrupted for a decent amount of time while they rested their eyes.

"Hey Luna?" Fredrick finally spoke up, eyes open and staring intently at the animated spiral galaxy above.

"Yes, Fredrick?" the Princess replied, eyes still closed and muzzle just under his neck. He absolutely adored the feeling of her warm breath on his neck.

"Remember the night we met?" Luna opened her eyes, a deadpanned expression immediately adorning her feature.

"No, not at all, Fredrick. I absolutely have no recollection of the night I met my greatest friend in the world... of course not; the night that changed my life for the better in so many ways? You cannot expect me to remember that at all, a whole ten months ago!" she began on a sarcastic rant. Fredrick rolled his eyes, understanding the stupidity of his question. The problem was, Luna took sarcastic rants to the extreme.

Aaaaand here we go...

"In fact, who in Tartarus are you? Get out of my bed, at once!" Luna fake-ordered, pointing to the door but not relinquishing her position atop of him. Fred could not help but chuckle.

"Okay, okay, Jesus fuck..." he remarked. Luna became confused.

"There is another individual named 'Jesus Fuck?' What a terrible name..." she mused.

"No no no it's another expression."

"Of irritation?" she asked.

"Pretty much, it's like 'Jesus Christ.'"

"So you are implying that you are irritated at me?" she asked somewhat seriously, though Fredrick was learning to see through the faux-irritation. She had been torturing him with that ever since they met, riling him up for her own amusement, yet he had gotten better at calling her bluff as time went on. She was probably testing the waters again since she was able to 'get' him the previous day. Making others feel that you have offended them, if played right, can produce hilarious results, after all.

"Luna, no. Shut the hell up, that's not gonna work," Fredrick resolutely stated, though in a joking manner. No one in their right mind would ever speak to her that way except for Celestia or Fredrick, a testament to how close he truly was to her. She looked up in confusion.

"What ever do you mean? I was merely asking about..."

"You're so talking out your ass, you're not gonna rile me up anymore!" Fredrick chuckled out the words, pushing his back up against the headboard so he could look at her.

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about, Fredrick! You said it was an expression of irritation and I am commenting and inquiring on that!" Luna pointed out, raising her voice as seriously as she could. However, Fredrick caught a glance of the sides of her lip curling up in an attempt to stifle a grin.

"Look at you! You're talking so much shit! ADMIT IT!” Fred continued to point out, attempting to ‘counter-rile’ her up. His voice raised several octaves as he could not control his laughter while Luna began pouting in defeat before she too began giggling. In the grand scheme of things, to an outside observer, the whole situation would not really seem that humorous. However, anyone with a close best friend would know that it is not entirely uncommon for them to find an exaggerated amount of humor in... essentially anything. The two finally calmed down, sitting up on the bed and pressing into each other in an attempt to absorb more of each other’s warmth.

Their hands never separated.

Fredrick and Luna shared another gaze, locking eyes while expending any remaining chuckles and giggles. She then blew him a raspberry and he returned one in kind.

“I hate you,” Luna said nonchalantly.

“And I hate you,” he replied with equal emotion, or lack thereof. Fredrick leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, both closing their eyes during the short, three-second kiss. They separated with a gentle ‘smacking’ sound.

“Wait… what were we talking about?” the human asked, looking off in another direction curiously in an attempt to jog his memory.

“You asked about the night we met,” Luna clarified.

“Oh right!” he exclaimed, opening his mouth to continue with his inquiry… only to realize that he had nothing to say.

“Shit, I don’t remember what I was gonna ask you…” the Princess guffawed for a good second.

“Really, all that hype and buildup for nothing? You are indeed jesting with your phallus, Fredrick,” Luna joked, though Fred had to blink a few times to understand what she meant.

“Cockteasing, Luna. I believe the word you want is ‘cockteasing.’ I thought you of all ponies would know that word, considering you’re a huge one!” Fred jested in return. Luna gasped and brought her hand to her chest in feigned insult.

“Me? A cocktease??”

“Yeah. You. A rooster joke.”

Luna’s deadpanned expression returned and she presented him with the middle finger of her right hand: another gesture she picked up from Fredrick. The latter laughed through his nose.

“Please, Fredrick… you have seen nothing yet. You have little idea what a true cocktease I can be. As well, I would stay my accusations if I were you. Especially to the mare who has seen all the terrible things you dream about her,” Luna cryptically alluded with a smug smile on her face. Fredrick did his best to not show it, but with that revelation, he was internally screaming. As with a typical person, when distressed, he began arguing with himself:

Shit, I don’t even remember all of my dreams! I hope my mind didn’t conjure some poo fantasy out of the blue…

No, you don’t have a scat fetish, asshole… though technically it would be ‘out of the brown’ hehe.

Oh fuck off.

The truth was, he could be humiliated like a normal person. But honestly, who was gonna judge? Luna herself certainly would not, and in fact, she had probably expected him to dream about her in such a lewd light, considering where they were now. So, thinking about it, Fredrick had one of two options: One, he could stammer and stutter while possibly trying to apologize for seeing her in such a sexy way… or Two, play it off and throw it back in her face like any good friend would.

“Y-Yeah, but don’t try talking out your ass again; I bet you liked what you saw, huh?” Fred resolved to throw her words back at her, in a manner of speaking. The effect was immediate as she began to color a bit on her cheeks and she began to sink into her posture just a tad. However, one has to remember that Luna is, as previously stated, quantifiably much more stubborn than Fredrick could ever hope to be. She would be damned if she would be outdone. As such, she sat up straight and met him face-to-face:

“Perhaps I did? Perhaps I loved everything I saw over the months as well?” Both of their cheeks began to redden and the heat in the room seemed to suddenly rise substantially. Fredrick gulped a bit, but neither were particularly phased by the results of the undeniable presence of sexual tension. In fact, the sudden out-setting of feelings, whether initially for purposes of tomfoolery or not, began to embolden them both. Who would end up feeling embarrassed first?

“I bet you did, Luna. I bet you really enjoyed my dreams,” he alluded with a few hand movements to hammer the message home. She then pressed her chest into him.

“Well, what if I told you that I would frequently pleasure myself to the image of you quite literally mind-fucking me? Hoping that, by some odd alignment of my stars, you would burst through my door and use me in every conceivable way you could imagine? What do you say to that, Mister ‘Rooster Joke?’” Luna fired back with a devious smirk.

Fredrick moved his face closer to hers, their noses essentially pressing together.

“I’d say that just maybe I should! Considering you had absolutely no qualms with me devouring your slit until you were a quivering mess right on your desk, I just might!”

That did it. The two simultaneously lunged at each other, ensnaring the other in their arms as they quickly became locked in an aggressive, open-mouthed kiss, tongues easily visible as they wrestled each other. Heavy breathing and moaning from both parties pervaded the sexually humid atmosphere as they melted into one another, hands roaming everywhere they could as Fredrick and Luna simply could not bear to not be touching one another. Luna harshly gripped Fred’s button up.

“Get this off now, or so help me I shall rip it off,” she ordered gruffly, an incredibly sexy rasp lacing her voice which betrayed as to how worked up she was. Fredrick fared no better.

“So long as this comes off too,” he responded in kind, quickly lifting Luna’s shirt above her midriff and over her head as the latter undid all the buttons on his shirt as fast as she possibly could. Within seconds, both were bare from the waist up, with Luna only wearing bra plus panties and Fredrick still in his pajama pants. Luna could not even act upon his lower clothes as he dove in, pressing his face straight into her cleavage, immediately kissing, nipping, and licking what he could of what he considered sacred flesh.

Luna gasped at the sensation and by instinct, both of her hands held his face there. In her moment of weakness, she allowed herself to be pinned to the bed as he continued to caress her girls so perfectly, but she gained her bearings once more when he moved to pull the cups of her bra down.

“No!” Luna exclaimed as she immediately reversed their positions, pinning Fredrick below her under her entire weight. He did not particularly mind in the slightest, with supported D-cup tits in his face and all.

“It is your turn…” she added seductively, leaning in and taking a long lick from his collarbone up to his earlobe. He shuddered pleasurably at the sensation but still harbored some sense of curiosity.

“My ‘turn?’ For what?”

“You finished me today in my office, yes?” Luna pointed out.

“I thought that was for agreeing to meet with Blueblood, the resident tampon?”

“Oh, you actually believed that? I would have met with him anyway, only because you asked and convinced me,” Luna shrugged indifferently before resuming her ravenous gaze towards him. He returned one in kind once he got the gist of what she was getting at.

“Well… okay!” was all Fredrick could really say as his rational mind shut down and his carnal one took over. He became filled to the brim with anticipation, since Luna would undoubtedly treat him to something special.

“I presumed you would see things my way…” she mused, lighting up her horn. With a simple burst of magic, Fredrick felt all of his clothes fly off his bottom half, leaving him completely bare and as such, standing at attention down below. Deciding to ‘test the waters,’ Luna leaned her haunches back, the head of his spire pressing into her unbelievably soaked panties, right where her nether-lips would be. Both shuddered at the contact. Luna bit her lower lip and lowered her eyelids at her best friend below.

“Since you mentioned it before, there was one particular dream of yours that I remember quite vividly; you may or may not.” Her eyes never left his own as she began slinking down his body agonizingly slow, leaning flush into him and dragging her covered breasts all the way down his torso. Fredrick felt like he would make a good pregnant woman at the moment, considering he would have to learn how to breathe properly to compensate for the mass exodus of blood from his brain.

“O-Oh? And just what might that be…?” he struggled to get out as the firmness of her bra reached his pubic area. With another mischievous look of pure lust, Luna dragged her entire body down just a bit more, allowing his member to hook under her bra. Her hands were planted firmly on his lower stomach.

“Ohhh… fuck...” Fredrick was overwhelmed by the sensation of two large, firm, yet soft pillows enveloping his shaft, her bra doing well to hold them in place around him.

“Huh, would you look at that…” Luna spoke curiously, fancying a look down and finding the tip of his dick staring back at her through her cleavage. “It appears I have a visitor!”

Fredrick had to admit, Luna was excellent, in his opinion, at the innocent yet sexy talking. At the risk of potentially ruining the moment, since he was made to enjoy this, he decided to just concentrate solely on making sure he did not blow prematurely.

Good answer, Fred.

“And you know me well… I am a gracious host. As such, I do well to ensure my visitors are… comfortable,” she alluded, and began slowly lurching her body forward and back, her mounds pressed firmly, yet not tightly, around him; just enough pressure and momentum to tease him and keep him on edge. As a testament to her ministrations, Luna was awarded with a small bead of precum that quickly stained her skin and extremely thin coat. Fredrick was on a completely different plane of reality… it was as if his cock was wrapped in the firmest, smoothest velvet that money could buy. Heavy breathing and a few scattered, low moans were elicited from the human, just what Luna wanted - no, needed - to hear. She briefly stopped her movements, letting his member rest ensnared in her breasts. Honestly, they were more than perfect size for this.

“A perfect fit, is it not?” Luna asked rhetorically, shifting weight to her elbows and lower back, allowing her to utilize her hands and press her tits together a bit tighter. The firmer sensation sent new waves of pleasure into him, having to shut his eyes and mentally bat away the urge to move… any extra movement would have a rather explosive and messy result. As if reading his mind, Luna allowed him to regain his fortitude for just a few seconds before declaring it safe to act, using her body movement as well as her hands to expertly massage his dick in her titflesh. Fredrick, again, had to resist the urge to buck his hips, as he wanted to enjoy this as much and as long as he could. Easier said than done, as his pre-ejaculate was literally leaking out of him like an annoyingly broken sink, naturally lubricating her cleavage more and more.

Despite this being somewhat one-sided, Luna was seriously enjoying herself. When she first saw this in his dreamscape, she found it rather… different, at first. Now, actually taking part in the act formally known as ‘mammary intercourse,’ she had to admit, her preconceived notions were shattered. She had forgotten to factor in that her breasts were rather sensitive to touch. As such, feeling her best friend’s leaking, throbbing length occupy her cleavage was an incredible sensation for her! If this went farther, her panties might actually start leaking, considering they were probably reaching their absorption limit of the fabric.

She wanted more stimulation for her, and Fredrick was not exactly in a position to provide that, nor did she want him to. This was for him, just as this past afternoon—technically the previous day’s afternoon—was for her. So, she resolved to cease her motions and reach one of her hands back towards the clasp of her bra.

“I believe this garment has run its due course…” she again, mused out loud. With a flick of two fingers, the original firm hold on Fredrick’s shaft ceased to exist as the support fell away. Luna tossed her now useless bra over her shoulder and immediately replaced her left hand back on her left breast, making up for the loss in support by squeezing both her boobs even tighter around him.

“Fuck! Luna…” he moaned out, nearly losing it right then. The mare in question giggled hornily at his pleasurable torment.

“I told you I was going to make you feel amazing…” she said smugly as she began slowly alternating her breasts up and down, massaging them inward so they came out on top of each other and shifted his dick back and forth like a pendulum, gradually increasing her speed.

Fredrick moaned yet again and had to collect his thoughts and breath. “Y-You actually didn’t—shit!—say that…” he pointed out. It was truly amazing… no matter what the two were doing, whether it be sitting in silence, working, eating, or in this case, Fredrick getting titfucked by the Princess of the Night, the two of them always found time to hilariously argue technicalities and semantics. Naturally, sarcasm always wiggled its way in as well.

“Did I really have to, Fred?” Luna asked, holding her tits firmly around him and ceasing the alternation movement, opting to continue lurching her body forward in conjunction with moving her breasts up and down at a faster rate.

“Oh my fuck! If you’re going to… s-say that you said something—god your tits are perfect—you need to have said what you said that you said!” he was finally able to get out. Just as he thought he might have again lost his battle to a premature climax, Luna stopped her movements, leaning her muzzle down and taking a few licks at the head of his cock as it stared her in the face. Her tongue lapped up and savored the taste of his precum, noting the slightly salty yet not unpleasant taste. She wondered if her ‘flavor’ had a similar effect on Fredrick?

A change of position was needed, though. Luna’s lower back was taking most of the burden and as such, she reluctantly released her hold on Fredrick, having him swing his legs over the side of her bed so she could comfortably get on her knees in front of him. Wordlessly and not even a few seconds later, Fred’s dick was once again buried in Luna’s cleavage, this time, both of them were allowed to lock eyes comfortably with each other.

“Just shut up and enjoy, Fredrick,” Luna added in one of the sexiest, most innocent-sounding voices he had ever heard. It was clear that she did not want to continue their banter, and he would gladly oblige if it meant continuing her actions. On cue, her hands tightened the passageway of her cleavage for him and resumed her vertical motions. Her fingers brushed against her nipples, pinching them between her digits as she continued to massage his dick between her boobs, sending more pleasurable vibes into her. She would not be surprised if she was starting to drip onto the floor.

Her inner breasts and cleavage were completely matted and slick with precum, allowing for plenty of extra lubrication for her to speed up her movements. She added back the alternating motion of her tits as her torso continued to bounce up and down. Fredrick was completely lost to the world, allowing instinct to fully take over. As such, he began bucking his hips involuntarily, running his length through her cleavage every time her tits came down on his base, and vice versa.

“Mmmmm… That’s it, Fredrick… keep going!” Luna urged him on, loving the feeling of him literally fucking her breasts. Again, she had to admit that this was rather enjoyable for her, and seeing Fred’s body and face contort in such pleasurable manners was worth it alone. Nevertheless, she would have to repeat this sometime in the future, that was for sure. The ‘schlicking’ sound of his dick sliding through her cleavage at an ever faster rate was the sexiest sound in the room, though the human’s moaning and Luna’s sexy words of encouragement tied for second place.

“Finish for me, Fredrick… you know you want to…”

“Luna…”

She ceased the alternating motion and focused slowly on the vertical massaging, bouncing her boobs on his dick, supported by her torso motions.

“I want you to! Please, Fredrick…” Luna convincingly pleaded, adding what little speed and firmness she could. Clearly, she wanted him to let go completely.

“Luna, I’m gonna fucking explode if—”

“Then pray tell, what is stopping you?” she asked, locking eyes with yet another innocently sexy face of hers. As with how this whole scenario was born, there was that one straw that figuratively broke the camel’s back.

In this case the camel’s back was already broken; that was the straw that severed the camel into two clean halves. With one last heavy moan from Fredrick which bordered on a growl, his dick erupted into her cleavage. Luna never stopped and she resolved from the beginning that she would not stop until he was completely spent. Nearly four waves of his hot seed coated her cleavage and neck, much to Luna’s delight if her giggling and gentle shrieks of feigned surprise were anything to go by. On Fredrick’s end, the feeling was absolutely indescribable by every definition and synonym of the word. He could have sworn through his shut eyes that he saw colors… hell, he could probably taste colors for all he knew. Fredrick was never a religious man, but he now firmly believed that if he found salvation in Jesus, Allah, Yahweh, Cthulhu, and Shrek the Ogrelord simultaneously, this is exactly what it would feel like.

Balls finally drained, Fredrick could only breath in labored breaths, being able to hear Luna do the same. He could still feel her breasts wrapped around him… though with a distinctly warm and quite sticky feeling to go along with it. Fancying a look down, he caught sight of Princess Luna, his best friend, coated in ropes of his cum that matted her coat from her neck down to her collarbone and below, with the grand majority of the spillage in the valley of her cleavage and the top of her tits. She looked up at him with a satisfied yet lust-filled smile, finally separating from him. A small tingle went up his spine when her boobs still brushed against his now impossibly sensitive spire. She looked down curiously and fingered the warm, viscous substance on her sternum, surveying the ‘damage.’

“A fantasy fulfilled!” Luna proclaimed, placing her finger in her mouth to taste him. Fredrick’s breathing had finally calmed down to manageable levels.

“Y-Yeah, so it seems. I never thought that—well, thank you, Luna,” Fredrick resolved to just thank her for the experience, not really willing to question the whole scenario. A wise decision, if he did say so himself. Luna smiled up at him, her cheeks completely flushed from the whole experience.

“You are most welcome, Fredrick… anytime, I might add.” she replied, standing up and adding a little bit of humor to the situation. He chuckled a bit at her remark and leaned back into the bed while Luna moved to her bathroom to clean off. Before she stepped in, though, she looked over her shoulder back towards the human sizing up her backside: “Also, t’was a little something to convey my apologies for knocking you unconscious… again.” She then stepped out of view into her bathroom.

Silence comfortably reigned as Fredrick heard the shower running and Luna humming to herself happily. What was better news, was that his residual headache was completely gone. He jokingly wondered why that was. This allowed him to turn some attention to his thoughts, now that the sexual tension had been diminished greatly due to reasons. As of recently, Fredrick had been getting a bit antsy… he wanted to get out of the castle for the day and go do something. Perhaps Luna could come with him?

“Hey Luna?” Fredrick called towards the bathroom.

“What’sup??” she happily called back. He grinned and gave a huff of amusement at yet another slang word Luna had added to her vernacular with his influence.

“I wanna do something this weekend… outside of the castle.”

“With me?” she asked for clarification, steam filtering out of the open bathroom door as the shower was still audibly running.

“No, Blueblood. Yes you!” Fredrick replied sarcastically.

“You know it is, unfortunately, best not to be seen together in public on such amicable terms. We would not be able to act normally without raising many questions,” she pointed out.

“True…” he acknowledged.

“I would not be opposed to venturing out of the castle walls, but together, we would have one of two options: One, you would have to be an administrative assistant to me, and thus, act quite formally around me… or Two, I go out in a magical disguise which alters my appearance into somepony more ‘normal.’ That I have done on multiple occasions.”

“Then it looks like the clearest choice is going incognito. As long as it’s out of the castle and with you, I’m game, honestly,” Fredrick affirmed, considering both cases and easily concluding that this was the easiest and probably most fun way to go about an outing.

“Then it is settled! We shall venture off this coming Saturday. If you do not think of anything beforehand, there are a few activities I like to partake in once in a while in Ponyville…”

“Let’s do that then, since you so kindly suggested something.”

“Very well then. I shan’t tell you what activities yet, as I am sure you shall have fun. However, prepare to make a new friend and possibly more, because this will be a perfect opportunity to introduce you to Twilight Sparkle!” Luna excitedly remarked.

“Technically I have met her, but it was more in passing about seven months ago. I met all the Element Bearers actually… though that’s kind of a generous term for ‘exposure.’”

“Then it is time to formally meet them in an informal setting… well, at least Twilight. You two would get along nicely,” Luna remarked.

“There’s hope in it!” Fredrick eagerly replied, already not not being able to wait for the coming weekend.

“I shall be out momentarily… you made quite a mess of me, you whelp!”

“You have no one to blame but yourself, Luna!”

The meeting had gone splendidly, and all parties were in and out within fifteen minutes. Going over the situation between the four of them, Celestia, Luna, and Fredrick agreed to let Blueblood handle the initial planning and execution of this whole ‘upheaval’ operation. The necessary blessings had been given, under assurances that nopony would get killed and what not. Blueblood was able to honestly and smoothly assuage all concerns and truthfully pass on his motives for doing so… partially. While he was not swindling Fredrick nor the Princesses in any way, he did not know how ‘doing something to get into good graces’ would be seen by the Royal Sisters at the present time. As a result, he felt that there was still a line between lying and withholding information… he performing the latter, of course. Naturally, all would be revealed in due time but more important things had to be taken care of since elections were just around the corner.

Blueblood admired himself in the mirror as he placed the final finishing touches on one of his finest suits for the day. Today would be the first of many days of internal campaigning in the Equestrian Upper House of government, and as such, operations would be a go. Making final adjustments, the Prince moved to exit his room.

Time to go to work.