dick stealing

Blueblood grinned to himself as Rarity lingered by the doorway. Her tail was held high, right above her nice, firm flanks. Commoner she might be, but that rump was pure nobility. It seemed this “apology visit” Auntie had forced him into might turn into something good after all.

“Well, Your Lordship?” Rarity said, one manicured eyebrow raised. “Won’t you allow a poor, common mare to provide you some…entertainment?”

Blueblood could already feel his stallionhood at full mast beneath the table. It wasn’t a monstrous size, but he’d always been proud of the way his thick, meaty cock smacked against the sides of his legs as he walked - as well as the wide eyes of any less-endowed noble who happened to notice it. He eyed Rarity’s ass one more time, hardly willing to wait for the moment he’d get to plow her.

“I’ve never been unable to turn down the offer of a lady,” he sniffled. “Let’s see if your entertainment is, ah, worthwhile.” Rarity only smiled and disappeared into the bedroom beyond.

By the time he’d sauntered through the door, though a strange feeling was buzzing through Blueblood’s head. It wasn’t quite lust, nor pleasure. Something felt…wrong.

Rarity was on the bed, a pillow held invitingly over her lower body. As Blueblood watched hungrily, she slowly let her grip on the pillow slip.

“It’s certainly lovely to have you here,” she said, her eyelashes fluttering. The pillow slipped a little more, and Blueblood imagined her pussy, already wet and inviting. “It’s not often I get to - “

The pillow slipped a little more. Blueblood’s eyes were too fixated on Rarity’s crown jewel to even bother noticing the final flicker of magic around her horn.

“- host royalty.”

The pillow fell to the floor, revealing a fat, veined stallionhood standing at attention on Rarity’s lap. Blueblood’s eyes bulged.

“Disgusting!” he gasped. “Such deviancy - and to think I was about to - “ That buzzing feeling finally faded from his head, and he realized the absence of weight between his legs. He couldn’t feel his erection anymore, and it wasn’t just because of a boner-killer.

By the time he could glance down between his legs, Rarity was already at his side, her cock grinding into his flank. He found himself too frozen to resist her, his entire attention devoted to the bare spot on his crotch where his once-prized stallionhood had rested. The only thing there now was a winking, teasing set of pussy lips.

“Impossible,” he breathed.

“Oh, I think you’ll find that with the Element of Magic as a friend, quite a few things become possible,” Rarity purred. She’d positioned herself right at his rump, with her - his, his unconscious mind offered, which his conscious, arrogant mind immediately rejected - cock hotdogging his own asscheeks. As solidly built as he was, Prince Blueblood has always had a weakness for hors d’ouvres and fancy desserts, and so Rarity had quite the space to enjoy herself.

“I demand -” he began, but by then Rarity had already slipped her cock into his dripping pussy, his body betraying him as it oozed pleasure and simple need.

“Ooh,” he said, whimpering, ready to beg Rarity to fuck him.