The next morning, there was a soft knocking on the door. "Breakfast will be brought momentarily. The Pharaoh extends invitation to attend court afterwards." They never opened the door, just spoke through it softly.

Shei pranced over to Silver and nuzzled him awake, or at least tried to nudge him to sitting up. "Let's get you bathed, master." Silver consented with a grumble and was soon being led by her over to the already-filled tub. She helped him descend into the warm water, and slipped in beside him. She grabbed a sponge and began scrubbing him diligently.

Silver relaxed under the treatment, thinking idly on the events of the night before and enjoying Shei's careful touch, at least until it wandered down across his belly and kept creeping lower. He tried to step away only for her to advance with him to the edge of the tub, then she came up with a soft gasp of air. "I'm going to need you to stay still to get you clean without drowning myself, master." She sank beneath the surface and Silver went still. Whatever she was doing, it was her idea. He wasn't taking advantage of her, or so he repeated to himself over and over as he felt her snout brush up and down his rapidly-swelling sheath.

His firmness barely had time to get wet from the tub, emerging into her mouth directly. Silver hissed softly with pleasure as she ran her tongue over him and started bobbing her head up and down along his eager staff. He let out a little sigh just as Aila wandered past. She perked an ear at him. "Have you seen Shei?"

Silver perked an ear back at her. "She's, mmf, working."

"Working?" Aila blinked, looking confused. "I didn't know we were even allowed out of this room." She stepped closer towards Silver and the tub, seeming not to notice the way Silver squirmed, thrusting his hips subtly against the eager motions of Shei.

Silver raised a hoof from the water to point across the room. "Aila, we're to attend court today. Get our clothes ready."

Aila frowned a little, but nodded. "As you command." She turned away and stormed off, thankfully not asking further questions.

Shei broke the surface, taking a deep gulp of air. "This is harder than I thought it would be," she confessed with a bit of a smile. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Silver leaned forward and rubbed snouts with Shei. "I would rather have the chance to see your eyes."

Shei went bright red at the words, finding the romanticism in them. "I-if you prefer! I haven't done it belly-to-belly much before."

Silver flipped his ears back and snorted as she highlighted how his words could be taken. "Shei, tell me truthfully, are you happy with me as your master?"

Shei tilted her head. "Was the mistress being truthful that we are the only ones? Why haven't you collected a stable of servants?"

Silver rubbed nose-to-nose with her. "I never considered it. You two are the only ones. I'm... married, you know, a herd."

Shei snorted softly. "Servants do not marry royalty. I'm not that naive. Any colt or filly you get from me is yours to decide the fate of."

Silver shrank back a little. "That's too cold. Any foal you have is yours. You would be their mother."

Shei perked an ear at Silver. "You really are a nice prince. Will you always take care of us?"

Silver gave a little smile. "I'll do my best." Primed by the former activity, Silver was feeling a bit more... ready. He circled around Shei in the tub, considering accepting her advances. "You're a lovely mare, and I don't want you to ever forget that."

Aila looked up from her work. "All ready f--" She cut off as she saw Silver sniffing at Shei's flanks and scowled. "I see you found Shei."

Shei smiled at her sister. "Why don't you join us? Master was just being very sweet."

Aila snorted and trotted off forcefully to join Celestia, who was grooming herself with a brush quietly. On noticing her, Silver saw that Celestia had been watching their activity silently, and he flushed with a renewed sense of shame. Was he letting his dick do the thinking? "We should eat and get ready for court."

Shei pouted a little, but helped Silver free of the tub and clambered out herself. They were soon dry and nibbling on the light meal that had been provided for them. Celestia sat next to Silver as they ate and leaned over, whispering in a perked ear, "Aila is as receptive as I, but will never ask. You should act the stallion and take what is yours."

Silver's ears twitched wildly. "But..."

Celestia put a hoof on his lips. "If I'm wrong, you get one favor from me, whatever you like, but I know I'm not. Take what is yours, and she'll thank you eventually."

Celestia rose to her hooves. "Shei, come with me. We'll scout the court. Silver, Aila, I'll expect you in an hour." Shei sprang to the ready, and the two slipped out of the door, leaving the other two alone.

Aila threw up her snout at Silver. "And what do you want now? You don't need to stare at me."

Silver fidgeted a moment, sniffing the air. He could smell her now that he was looking for it. Take what was his? "I can't help but stare at the prettiest servant I have."

Aila's cheeks darkened even as she scrambled to her hooves. "Flatteries won't get me to raise my tail, you bat-winged freak of a pony!" She advanced on him with a snarl. "You want me to be like my sister, is that it?"

Silver rose to his full height, taller than the large Aila. He decided to play the part given him, and struck an imperious pose. "I want you to burn for me, my fierce mare. Never stop being wild and free."

Aila's face went to confusion. "W-what?"

"I mean what I say." Silver circled around her, and she was too surprised to stop him from getting a good sniff at her, cock hanging heavily under his belly.

She spun around to face him. "You want me to be your servant, demure and weak! I'm not that. I have my own dreams that go beyond your libido." She bared her teeth, growling at him like an angry dog.

Silver raised a hoof, raising her chin upwards. "Good, I like that. I want you to chase your dreams, as long and hard as you can. You're all the more attractive when you have a sheen of sweat."

Her eyes went wide and she jerked back from him. "You're taunting me! You'll never let me get what I want. You just want to watch me struggle, you sick freak!"

Silver perked an ear at her. "While it's true I will have to pull you away from what you have now, once we're home, I will help you. The ponies of Equestria will find your inn enchanting, and how can they not, when a fine mare as yourself is at the helm? Now turn for me and let me see you."

Her blush was only growing worse, but despite her hostile stance, she did turn for him, showing off her large and sleek form. Her tail, he noticed, was still down, covering her vulva from easy access. "Why are you... like that?" She directed towards his throbbing tool.

He pointed back at her. "How can it be otherwise around you? You're my servant, my first servant, and I'm going to take care of you, starting with the fire between your legs. Raise your tail." Silver advanced on her, standing as tall and proud as he could. "No more games. No matter how loudly you protest, you want that fire put out, and you want a stallion that won't throw you aside. I am both of those things, now let me."

"Make me!" she hissed, turning away and moving to flee, but Silver's magic wrapped tightly around her, squeezing her like a hug even as he pulled her back to him and he reared up, hooves coming down on her back. Her body went tense, the position sending a thrill through her as her body demanded she at least consider the stallion's offer.

"You are mine, Aila. I will treat you well and fair, but you are mine." He pulled her back and nudged his shaft between her legs, brushing against her winking vulva and her still-lowered tail. She whinnied, and looked shamed for the noise she made. She said something but it came out jumbled, her lithe form wriggling underneath him without any true resistance. He felt her tail lift just enough and he pressed gently into her slickened passage. "You are not a commoner anymore," he whispered into an ear as he thrust more powerfully, lodging most of his thick rod into her grasping tunnel. "You are mine."

The mixture of elevation of status and humiliation warred in Aila's form even as she drove back onto the intruding organ, welcoming it deep inside her fevered form. She had always resisted the subtle call of her seasons before, but Silver's virile musk... Something about him made her want this, and she began to snort and whinny like any wild horse, bucking against him like an untamed beast, but he wouldn't be thrown off, he just pierced her deeper and deeper, making her vision swim with pleasure. His motions picked up speed, slapping heavy balls against her hindquarters, each strike with the promise that he could put out the fire that burned hot inside of her.

She tried to gather her thoughts. Did she want this? Did she want him? Did she want the thick, hot... Yes! She trembled with climax as she cried out wordlessly, lost in the throes of the animal rut she had driven herself to in her flat denial. She did want this. She wanted the stallion to fill her until she couldn't hold anymore!

Silver felt her passage start pulling at him with every back stroke, and the subtle pull of her magic reaching through his shaft, encouraging his balls to release into her and replace the heat in her with a different sort of fire. He felt no urge to hold back and thrust in to the root, holding himself to her trembling body as his pole began to twitch and spasm, firing thick loads of pony seed into her along with the powerful pulse of his masculine energy that would sate the deep need in her and taking the fire of heat and leaving a foal. He was quietly relieved to feel it, knowing it meant she was pleased, on some level. "Lovely mare. I'll never abandon you."

Aila sank a little, sudden tears streaming from her. "You say that! Everyone says that! You'll get bored of me when I'm fat and ugly."

Silver jerked back, not expecting the sudden emotional outpouring, but reacting quickly. He pulled Aila back against himself. "If you are fat, you're fat with me, and that's the sexiest thing I know of. I doubt you'll ever have that problem. You're ravishing, Aila, and you always will be."

Aila nodded a little stiffly, her tail flicking, which brushed delightfully over Silver's heavy balls. "You make the claim... but we'll see."

Silver squeezed Aila softly with his hooves before slipping carefully off her back. "Do you feel better?"

Aila moved for the tub. "I need to clean up, and so do you."

Silver joined her, but shook his head. "That doesn't answer the question. Is my servant happy?"

Aila shuddered at the word 'servant'. "Yes... Just don't get the idea I'm here for whenever you get hard." She slipped into the waters, and soon she and Silver were clean and ready to face the court.

Author's Notes:

A very cloppy chapter, to be sure, but some character development is hiding in there between the grunts and whinnies.

Maybe the sex will distract folks away from the typos, mua ha ha ha.