Author's Notes:

This story was suggested by my Top-Tier Patron TheBroJangles, and is a M/M clop scene that focuses on a femboi Blueblood.

Soon after Starlight Glimmer expressed her concerns about the Surveillance Spell, and how easily it could be compromised by others, Twilight Sparkle was quick to write to Sunburst about creating a failsafe. Fortunately for the two mares, Sunburst happened to know exactly how to convert the magical properties of that orb into three crystals, just in case they needed a quick kill-switch on their research. However, despite how quickly he was able to acquire the correct texts and resources to recreate the spells with Twilight and Starlight, the Royal Crystaller had to wait a few days before he could leave for Ponyville by train.

“Uggghhhhhh…” Sunburst looked absolutely drained by the time his schedule cleared up enough to allow him to leave the Crystal Empire with his books. Even though most of his days were usually spent in his home to continue his magic-based research, it wasn’t easy for the stallion to just up and leave whenever he wanted. Whether it be the countless deadlines he had to face while proofreading spells for Canterlot scholars, or the numerous tasks he performed around the Crystal Castle as Flurry Heart’s official Crystaller, Sunburst was grateful to have friends in Ponyville that gave him some brief semblances of tranquility outside of work. Unfortunately, the unicorn still had to close his eyes while leaned back in his seat, and muttered under his breath, “Geeze, I can’t believe I’m actually looking forward to seeing Twilight again…”

Sunburst tried not to grimace while perched in the back corner of the train-car, even though he was too far from any other occupants on the train to overhear that opinion. Of course, given how awkward things got between him and the Princess following that… incident… it shouldn’t have been too surprising that he was still worried about seeing her again. Despite how honest his apologies towards Twilight may have been, and how sincerely she accepted them for the sake of their friendship, Sunburst knew it would likely take a lot longer for her to fully forgive seeing him jerking off to their research. Nevertheless, Sunburst still wanted to feel optimistic about seeing his friends again, and being able to experience some form of interaction with other ponies.

Of course, as soon as that realization slipped into his head, Sunburst tried not to huff with a bemused smirk as he looked out the train window. The stallion may have been pretty reclusive for most of his life following his scholastic achievements, but he couldn’t deny how differently he was seeing himself after rekindling his friendship with Starlight. Not only was he able to make several friends during his recent trips to Ponyville, but he was actually starting to dislike being isolated for such long periods of time up in the Crystal Empire. Despite how cheap the rent and upkeep at his home may have been, Sunburst was starting to really feel the cold shoulder from Shining Armor following that… other incident.

Fortunately for the unicorn, his thoughts began to drift away as soon as his train emerged from one of the tunnels that went through the mountainsides surrounding Canterlot. Many of the ponies got out of their seats to look out the right side of the passenger car, and marvel at the sight of Canterlot off in the distance. Sunburst glanced out as well, and smiled upon catching a pristine view of that regal city poised at the edge of the mountaintop. It may have been a ridiculous location for a castle, but the Crystaller couldn’t deny how strong of a testament it was to Princess Celestia’s tenacity.

Strangely enough though, the sight of Canterlot passing by in the distance caused Sunburst to think of somepony else. He wasn’t sure why the stallion came to mind so randomly, but he could only assume it was because he was thinking back to how often Shining Armor was avoiding him since that “Hayescartes” moment. So because of his recollections involving that Prince, Sunburst could only sigh before asking himself with a skewed muzzle, “Hmmm… What exactly does Prince Blueblood do when he’s not in the public eye?”

Up in the city of Canterlot, the mood was surprisingly calm within Celestia and Luna’s castle. Even though the city had dealt with more than its fair share of threats over the years following Luna’s return, nopony really seemed on edge while the Princesses tended to their Royal duties. Most of the castle staff just went about their tasks like they were regular jobs, with any mentions of past foes like Chrysalis or the Storm King being treated like they were long-overused jokes. Even the Royal Guards went about their patrols throughout the castle with a sense of casuality in their steps, although it could be debated that they were still alert regardless.

Luckily, there happened to be one particular Guard who didn’t appear to be too nonchalant. Of course, considering how he was stationed outside Prince Blueblood’s bedroom door as protection, it was doubtful that many Guards wouldn’t have taken it seriously. The Guard had a dark grey coat that contrasted with his shimmering silver armor, while a Cutie Mark of a black hammer laid across his exposed flanks. He was also tall and brutish enough to be mistaken for a draft-horse, which made it fairly easy to maintain a stoic appearance through his imposing stature. Nevertheless, the massive stallion still tried to maintain focus while standing as still as a statue, and darting his eyes around the barren hallway for any threats.

However, the instant Blueblood’s door opened up from behind him, the Guard’s ears perked up just as quickly as his interest. The stallion glanced back at the doorway, and instantly blushed when he saw the waiting Prince and his peculiar grin. Blueblood may have been a fairly large stallion himself (especially for a unicorn of Royalty), but he carried a surprisingly feminine vibe while leaning against the door-frame wearing a light pink kimono. Of course, the fact that the Prince was also wearing a subtle amount of makeup on his face may have done more to emphasize that vibe.

“Private Pounder?~” he asked the Guard with a tone of voice as sultry and sweet as his toothy grin. “I need your assistance within my private quarters immediately~”

The Guard’s blush was deep enough to glow over his dark grey coat, but his wide-eyed look didn’t appear to show any fear or confusion about Blueblood’s request. In fact, Blueblood was able to spot a faint smile that grew across the stallion’s nervous expression. Private Pounder may have not been able to speak while his muzzle was tightly pursed shut, but he nodded his head to the Prince in understanding. Despite the Guard’s lack of audible confirmation, Blueblood kept his smile as he stepped aside to allow him inside. “Thank you very much, soldier. Your work is very well-appreciated~”

Pounder blushed even deeper as he looked around the hall one last time, and then walked into Blueblood’s room with a sheepish smile. Blueblood narrowed his eyes on the Guard’s bulking form while he walked past him, and let out an enticed growl upon seeing those muscles up-close. When the Guard entered the bedroom, he made a brief glance around the lavish setup the Prince had made for himself. The King-Sized bed that laid in the middle of the room was adorned with red-velvet beddings, as well as numerous discolored splotches that littered the comforter to indicate its regular usage; even if this was his first time in here (which it wasn’t), Pounder would’ve assumed that bed would set itself on fire if it was hit with a black-light. Around the rest of the Royal suite, countless golden artifacts and high-profile paintings adorned the walls to emphasize Blueblood’s wealth, and probably to pad the Prince’s ego as well.

Of course, Pounder’s focus returned to Blueblood the instant he heard the bedroom door lock shut. Meanwhile, the Prince already lit up his horn while he looked back at his Guard with a knowing smirk, and said in a firmer tone, “Be sure to remove your armor and helmet, Private. I’d rather not get scuff-marks on my back like last time.”

The Guard winced a little to himself with a blush, but nodded once more before he began to undo his uniform. As for Blueblood, all that he needed to do was pull off his kimono with his magic, and toss the pink garment into his nearby hamper. Of course, the Prince was still technically clothed as he stood in a more exposed state; across his thick and voluptuous form, the unicorn was donning a dark red piece of lingerie that hugged most of his torso to accentuate his curvaceous figure. He also had his thick, muscled hind-legs covered with a matching pair of red stockings, which came up to near the top of his thighs. But as for the rest of his body -- particularly, the Prince’s plump rear and erect stallionhood -- Blueblood made sure it was all on display as he looked back at his Guard with a lustrous grin, and had his tail flagged up invitingly.

By the time Private Pounder got his helmet and all of his armor off, his nervous twitches did nothing to conceal the look of antsiness in his withheld expression. Of course, the Guard’s smile became much more apparent when he looked back at Blueblood, and saw him already laying himself out across his bed. The Prince looked back at Pounder with an eager grin while his backside was lifted up from the velvet bedding, and his lubed tailhole was already exposed and glistening under the chandelier lights. “Mnnnnghhh… Your replacement should be here to take your post in about fifteen minutes, so you better make sure this counts~”

Pounder exhaled shakily before he nodded with a quaking smile, and made a beeline towards the bed like it was second nature. With each step he made, the stallion’s thick and rigid cock smacked the underside of his barrel loudly enough to make Blueblood shiver in wait. Even though the Prince’s equipment was nothing to scoff at, with the marbled grey shaft sporting an easy eight inches in length, Pounder’s massive stallionhood stood at least a full foot between his legs, and carried a girth equal to that of a soda can. Nevertheless, the Guard didn’t try to hold back as he pounced himself on top of Blueblood, and prodded his dauntingly thick cockhead hard against the Prince’s hole.

“Aaaahhh!!~” Blueblood’s head reeled back as he let out a strained moan, and gritted his teeth from the tantalizing mixture of pain and pleasure he was craving so badly. Fortunately for both of them, the Prince’s personal experiences with Pounder in the past helped to ensure he wouldn’t be hurt too badly. Even though his muzzle still contorted sharply when the Private began to push in, it was obvious from Blueblood’s shaky grin that he wasn’t wanting him to let up for a second. “Nnnnffff… Ohhhhhh, that’s right… Keep going, Private!~”

If he was a little more extroverted, Pounder would’ve likely tried to give a quick “Yes, Sir!~” as a response. But alas, the Guard’s sheepish nature kept his muzzle tightly shut, which only allowed for a meager groan to come out while he pushed himself harder against the Prince. Blueblood’s moans became more drawn-out as he felt that hot, throbbing piece of cockmeat shoving its way further through his outstretched hole. The pain may have been immense enough to make Blueblood clutch his bedding with both hooves, but his own stallionhood was already dripping pre as the titillation behind him grew more intense.

“GNNNNGHHH!!~” With one final thrust of Pounder’s muscular hips, Blueblood groaned with an elated (albeit, also heavily grimaced) expression on his blushed face when he felt that cock finally sink in. The Private moaned out audibly as well, and had to grip his Prince’s thick hips with both hooves to keep himself still. Despite how many times the two may have indulged in this kind of behavior behind closed doors, Pounder shivered with a bit lip as he felt just how tight Blueblood’s hole was clenching around his cock. But alas, with his crowned head already inside, the rest of his shaft was able to slide in much easier with the aid of Blueblood’s lubrication.

“AaaaaaAAAAAaaaaahhh… Mmmmmmmm, that’s good…” As he felt inch after inch of Pounder’s length sliding into him at a slow and steady pace, each movement of that plump cockhead left his body squirming in absolute bliss. The Prince could feel just how hard his soldier had to push to cram himself deeper inside of him, and absolutely loved each tantalizing motion that rubbed Pounder’s stallionhood against his sensitive walls. His cock twitched repeatedly as he spurted several strings of precum across the once-plush velvet, which further added to the Pollock-like arrangement of stains from previous sessions. Meanwhile, the Private was throbbing hard enough to cause his thick, heavy balls to twitch as they hung lewdly between his legs.

By the time Pounder was able to get two-thirds of his length inside of the Prince, Blueblood had to bite his pillow to muffle his enamored moans. As for the Private himself, he was able to keep his noises more restrained by the time he got as deep as he could inside of the stallion. He then began to pull himself back without much pause, which caused Blueblood to writhe especially hard on the bed from that added titillation. Just as Pounder’s cockhead was reaching the Prince’s clenching hole again, another brief pause was needed as he stopped himself. Blueblood may have not been one to enjoy teasing, but there was no doubt that he absolutely loved squirming underneath his Guard while he was left mostly emptied-out, and his hole was trying its hardest to keep Pounder locked-in for his breeding.

After only three seconds of pause, Blueblood leaned his head back as he moaned out direly, “Aaaahhh!! P… Pounder, I… I’m ordering you to… t-to take me right now!!!~”

The soldier did exactly what he was told, and let out a heavy grunt as he pushed himself back inside of the moaning Prince. Blueblood yelled out in unwavering lust as he felt that thick, rigid cock thrusting itself back through his walls, and rubbing against his prostate better than any sex-toy he could’ve bought. If it wasn’t for the Prince’s bedroom being thoroughly soundproofed, the walls would’ve likely shaken from how heartily Blueblood cried out from that first eager fuck-stroke. But alas, Pounder wasn’t one to leave his Prince waiting as he settled inside of him for only a second, and then pulled his length back to repeat the process.

Private Pounder had to bite his bottom lip as he grew more enticed by the action himself, and began to sweat enough to make his white mane stick to his forehead. Nevertheless, he was still able to pick up a steady rhythm as he repeated his motions in and out of Blueblood’s eager hole. Each time he was just about to pull out, the stallion rammed himself back in hard enough to make his balls audibly smack against the Prince’s. And because of the Guard’s well-composed silence as he went to work, only allowing himself to huff with each breath through his nostrils, the sounds of his heavy thrusts were the only thing that could counteract the lingering moans Blueblood was letting out from underneath him.

“AAAAHHH!! Mnnnghhhh… Oh, YES!!~” The Prince continued to cling onto his stained bedding as he took each pounding thrust like an absolute champ. Even though Pounder’s cock carried enough girth and length to hurt most inexperienced stallions, Blueblood’s sultry moans made it clear just how many times his tailhole had been stretched out by ponies like his Guard. Each rapid slide of that cock in and out of him was leaving the Prince’s mind clouded in a deep pleasure he didn’t want to stop anytime soon. And with the additional smacks of Pounder’s balls against his own, Blueblood let himself succumb to the primal urges his stallion pented out while he used his Prince so animalistically.

“Nnnnfff~” was the most audible thing to come out of Pounder’s wrinkled muzzle, but it was enough to let Blueblood know just how hard he was working with each antsy thrust he made into him. His mouth opened up a little as he started to pant more heavily, but he kept going while his stamina remained at peak-performance. However, his eyes couldn’t help looking down at Blueblood with a half-lidded gaze, and seeing just how enticing the Prince appeared while being plowed so primally. He wasn’t sure if it was because of Blueblood’s blushed and open-mouthed expression as he moaned between breaths, or how alluring his voluptuous form looked while dolled-up in such feminine attire. But whichever reason it was, Pounder was growing hotter with each second he spent on top of the Prince, and his mind was growing more clouded in desire as his impulses started to set in.

Due to how tightly his eyes were clenched shut, and how loudly he was groaning while savoring each sensual motion of the Guard’s cock spearing him so brutally well, Blueblood didn’t realize what Pounder had planned until he felt those bulking hooves wrap around his chest. The Prince may have been fairly heavy himself, but his Guard’s immense strength allowed him to lift Blueblood off the bed with disturbing ease. All that the Prince could do was let out a surprised yelp before it immediately changed to a strained and high-pitched shriek. Even with how used his tailhole may have been, Blueblood was not prepared when Pounder kept himself buried inside of his Prince, used that contact point to spin him around like a bolt inside of a gear. Before Blueblood could even begin to process that tremendously odd feeling of Pounder’s cock twisting itself inside of him, he found himself face-to-face with the bulking Guard.

Pounder’s pace was slightly distorted from that admittedly uncomfortable method of changing positions, but he still had a faint smile as he stared dreamily back at his Prince. Blueblood was too stunned to make a response to his Guard’s actions, and could only look back at him wide-eyed. Pounder then laid him back on top of the bed, and held him close as he began to take him dolphin-style.

“Aaaahhhh!!~” Blueblood quickly sunk back into a lustful mindset as soon as Pounder went back to thrusting in and out, not minding the sight of the Guard’s face in the slightest. In fact, it didn’t take long between his revived moans for the Prince to start staring up at Pounder with an enticed, half-lidded gaze in his eyes. The Private smiled back down at him while he kept plowing with no avail, with his blush grew heavier as the rutting continued in a much more sensual way. With the way Blueblood was gripping the bedding with his hooves above his head, he looked like he was in absolute bliss from how enthralled his moans sounded between breaths. The Prince looked like he wanted to say something up to his Guard, but he wasn’t able to get the words out before his muzzle was locked with Pounder’s.

Much to Blueblood’s surprise, the stallion on top of him took the opportunity to kiss him deeply as the session grew hotter. After the Prince’s eyes were bulged wide-open for a split-second, they slowly rolled up to the back of his head before closing slowly. Blueblood hummed with pure contentment as he accepted Pounder’s unexpected gesture, and began to kiss him back with passionate vigour. Before either of them could realize it, their bodies became more intertwined in each other’s tight embrace as the Private kept thrusting into Blueblood powerfully.

Both of their hooves were clutching each other’s backs, and their muzzles remained locked for that lingering kiss as they embraced their time alone. Blueblood’s tongue eventually came out during the Guard’s antsy rutting, and began to explore the inside of Pounder’s mouth while groaning in pleasure. The Guard eventually did the same with his own tongue, which the Prince eagerly accepted while riding such a lustrous high the two were sharing. By the time both of them could feel themselves reaching that ever-present peak they were striving for, both of their muzzles were becoming increasingly smeared from the remnants of Blueblood’s expensive lipstick.

“MMMPH!!~” Blueblood pulled his mouth away from Pounder’s with a wet pop, and he reeled his head back with a heftier moan before shouting out, “Aaaahhh!! P… P-Private, I… I’m abou… I’maboutto--”

“NNNGHH!!~” Pounder’s loudest groan during their session also turned out to be his last, as he clutched the Prince as tightly as he could while giving his final thrusts. His breath was trembling as much as his shaky hooves, but the bulking stallion wasn’t able to hold himself back as he pulled his head up with a bitten lip, and shuddered immensely when he finally came. As the Guard’s body locked-up and shivered from the near-paralyzing stimulation that hit his nerves like an electrical surge, his massive cock throbbed intensely inside of Blueblood to leave the Prince reeling underneath him. And with one last, lingering moan that erupted from his open muzzle, Private Pounder gave one final thrust into the Prince’s deepest depths.

Blueblood squirmed in utter ecstasy as he felt his Guard’s hot, thick load shooting deep inside of him and setting his own arousal ablaze. As Pounder’s heavy balls churned and writhed upward with each throb he made inside of Blueblood, the stallion proved to be carrying a high volume of cum that quickly flooded every inch of that Royal backside. Blueblood couldn’t stop moaning direly as he rode his Guard’s orgasm with the deepest sense of satisfaction.

While the Prince’s eyes were clenched shut as a means to endure that primal breeding, Private Pounder only needed a heavy breath to settle himself down following his climax. Blueblood was teetering at the very brink of his own finale, and couldn’t stop writing in utter need as he felt the Private pull out sharply. The Prince gasped from that titillating feeling, but his eyes shot wide-open the instant he felt a new warmth around his cock. Much to his surprise, Blueblood could only lie back in his post-coital state as his Guard lunged down towards his crotch, and eagerly took that untouched member into his mouth.

“Aaaahhh!! AAAHHHH!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!~” Blueblood didn’t need much to shoot his load, but Pounder took his climax seriously as he grasped the base of the Prince’s cock with one of his hooves, and jerked it vigorously while suckling on that crowned cockhead. The tantalizing sensations overrode Blueblood’s senses like a short-circuit, and his piercing cry came out high enough to be near-inaudible. Meanwhile, his cock throbbed intensely as he finally reached his peak, and multiple ropes of his cum shot directly to the back of Pounder’s throat. And like the diligent Guard he was, the stallion didn’t hesitate to suck on that shooting cock as best as he could to leave Blueblood reeling in indescribable ecstasy.

It as hard to tell how long it took for both of those stallions to come down from their titillating highs. As soon as Blueblood finished unloading every drop of his load down his Guard’s gullet, he was left close to unconscious while laid back in his bed with an elated grin of contentment on his face. Pounder did the same as he collapsed on top of the Prince, and snuggled close beside him with a peaceful smile of his own. As the minutes passed in post-orgasmic bliss, with the only the sounds of their heavy breaths cutting the silence between them, neither of them could say anything in response to the intense session they shared. Pounder may have been a Royal Guard, but Blueblood eventually held him close like he was a lover by the time both of them were thoroughly spent and satisfied.

“Mmmmm… Oh, Pounder~” the Prince cooed with an enamored tone that caught his Guard by surprise. By the time Pounder’s ears perked up, and he looked down at Blueblood with his brows slightly raised, the Prince merely smiled back at him while carrying a deep blush across his cheeks. After he took a deep breath to savor the experience they shared, Blueblood waited only another moment before speaking in a genuinely grateful tone of voice. “Just so you know… I’m going to make sure Celestia gives you a promotion for that~”

Pounder’s eyes widened in shock for a second, and was then followed by a wide and thankful smile as he gasped in delight. He lunged in to hug his Prince tightly, and smiled even wider as he felt Blueblood hug him back without hesitation. After several seconds were spent in each other’s embrace once more, the pony finally pulled himself back so he could look the Prince in the eyes, and finally give a statement since their moment began.

“Ummm… Th-Thank you, Sir,” Pounder replied in a sheepish vice, which honestly sounded high enough to belong to a pre-pubescent colt. Fortunately for the Guard’s sake, Blueblood didn’t mock that voice at all as he smiled back at him. Instead, he only gave an appreciative nod before he leaned in, and planted a more sensual kiss on the Private’s lips.