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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Leemsy | November 2021 | 11473 Words

It was meant to be the pinnacle of the young seamstress's career thus far. Rarity, the white-furred unicorn from Ponyville, had always dreamt of using her tailoring skills to enhance her station in life. Enamored with high society, the fashionista was not content simply serving the expensive tastes of Equestria's high society. She wanted to join them, knocking hooves at their charming regal galas and pomp-filled processions. When she received the invitation, with an offer to headline her newest line in the Horse Couture Summer Collection Fashion Show, Rarity leapt at the chance to both display her talent and also to make inroads with Canterlot's most regal inhabitants. Everypony who was anypony would be there, including the esteemed Princess Celestia herself!

But 'anypony' also meant that he would be there. The mere thought of having to interact with Prince Blueblood, her one-time crush who outright dashed her hopes at the Galloping Gala, sent shudders down Rarity's spine. Descended from true nobility, and a nephew to Princess Celestia, there was no escaping the fact that the haughty prince would show himself for such a high-class event. He was, of course, not a terrible pony. But the prince was both selfish and entitled. Being treated like nobility his whole life left him spoiled rotten. Rarity, however, had bigger worries to contend with while she readied for the show. She could handle the conceited noblepony's vanity for one night.

Her preparations were flawless, Rarity's hard work ensuring that no detail too big or small went uncared for. From the fine jewels sewn into elegant gowns, to the flashy golden thread used to make the flashiest men's caparisons, the purple-haired seamstress ensured every detail was just right. On the day of the big fashion show, everything came together perfectly, exactly as Rarity hoped it would. Guests would descend from the landing above, down a double-wide staircase, into a reception area filled with mannequins sporting the most stylish fashion. Mingling with their fellow socialites and fashionistas, hoity toity guests could nibble upon hors d'ouvres and sample the finest sparkling champagnes as shimmering overhead chandeliers showed off the beauty and style of each dress. Beyond that, a seating area and runway was set up, where professional models could strut their stuff and show off Rarity's summer collection to appreciative onlookers. With the precision of a perfectly cut suit, Rarity had pulled off her greatest achievement.

She hardly even noticed the tap at her shoulder, having just finished aiding one of her best models into her dress. Spyke, the ever-doting dragon who she roped into working as her assistant for the evening, gave her a little nudge from behind before pointing up at the clock impatiently. Hours had passed in the blink of an eye; it was nearly eight at night, and the star seamstress was still backstage fussing over her show. Everything had gone smooth so far, and Spyke wanted to make sure his simply amazing friend had the opportunity to enjoy her other passion, rubbing shoulders with high society. With a promise to come get her if he needed anything, Rarity set out into the main hall with a glass of champagne to go enjoy the classy company.

A whirlwind of congratulations, praise, and business deals seemed to swirl about Rarity as she strode through the show. Making small talk as she went, the fashionista was atop the world. That would all come to a sudden halt the moment a set of trumpets began to blare from atop the landing. The music lulled, the models paused, and conversation calmed to a hush as Princess Celestia herself entered in all her regal glory. From down below, Rarity watched as the stunning co-regent of Equestria tousled her flowing, pastel-colored mane whilst two attendants helped her from the gorgeous red and gold shawl that Rarity had sent the Princess as a gift with her invitation to the fashion show. The white-furred seamstress knew that her gift would be the talk of the evening, and it was only a matter of time before she talked directly to the Princess herself.

"Goodness, that caparison is simply marvelous," a distinct and bright, if hushed, voice seemed to rise just above the crowd's murmurs, causing Rarity to furrow her brow the moment she recognized who it belonged to. Prince Blueblood stood off to the side of the show floor, the dashing, square-jawed stallion and a few others sipping champagne as they eyed up a finely cut horse's cape. Designed as a modern take on heraldic fashion, Rarity was careful not to make the beautiful trapper too close to any of the Prince's own colors, lest he become too enamored with how he might look dressed in what was essentially a showpiece. For a moment or two Rarity forgot all about the haughty prince, happily watching her leader descend the double-wide staircase to the ooohs and ahhhs of onlooking ponies. That is, until she heard a gentle rustling from off to the side. Her eyes widened, jaw dropping as she watched Prince Blueblood, and one of his attendants, grasp the showpiece with both hooves, "I simply must give it a try myself."

"M- My Grace," Rarity whispered sharply, trying not to draw attention to herself or the Prince's selfish actions. "Please, do not touch the mannequins, these are just show-pieces for display." Peering nervously back over her shoulder, Rarity huffed as sigh of relief as she realized the crowd was beginning to murmur a bit louder again, still enthralled with the Princess's entrance.

"Nonsense, dear Rarity," Prince Blueblood chuckled, his grip tightening as he tried to brush her off. "It would be a shame to have such a beautiful garment languish on display."

"I, uh..." Rarity swallowed, thinking quickly, "Oh, but a rarified and distinguished gentleman such as one's self deserves a true fitting! Why don't you come backstage with me and I will happily measure you for the perfect piece?" It was a lie, hoping that playing on his sense of style might get him to relinquish the delicate garment, the fabrics already showing signs of strain.

"My dear, do you think I don't know what would look good upon my ravishing form?" Blueblood chortled, giving another tug, this time accompanied by the slightest sound of tearing stitches.

"Stop!" Rarity blurted out in a panic, her brow furrowing just hard enough to show how sincere she meant it. The command caused the haughty noble to finally freeze in his tracks. But unfortunately for Rarity, it also caused a few heads to turn, with some of the businessponies and lordly guests uttering hushed comments and chuckles at Rarity's seeming outburst. As her face flushed red with embarrassment, Prince Blueblood managed to twist the knife even further.

"Goodness, darling," he said in that charmingly oblivious tone he always took when he got into hot water over his actions. "Thank you for warning me. This garment is torn!" Flipping his hoof through the hole that he had just created in the stitching, the prince chuckled as he added, "Could you imagine, I would have truly looked the fool wearing it. I suppose I might take you up upon the offer for some private tailoring," he added, calmly sauntering away towards the buffet table. "But I am famished, perhaps another time my dear."

Rarity rushed backstage to cool off from the encounter, wanting to put as much time as she could between the jerk ruining her night and when she re-emerged for another round of socializing. But what she did not realize was that the shimmering alicorn, Princess Celestia, did more than just notice the last few moments of the encounter. The Princess's first desire upon entering the fashion show was to seek out Rarity and thank her for the most thoughtful gift. From the moment she entered the ballroom, Princess Celestia had been watching her. And she managed to see the entire event unfold as she descended the main staircase into the classy event. Whispering to one of her attendants, the alicorn hatched a simple plan whilst deciding it was best to let Rarity calm back down for a while.

As the evening wound to a close, the little incident seemed to gloss over easily. Everyone forgot about it the moment the next set of models hit the runway. Rarity would see high praise from the onlooking crowd, even emerging to give a short speech of thanks and gratitude to her guests, while also encouraging them to always seek her out as the premier seamstress in all Equestria. As she stepped down from the catwalk to much applause, she found herself staring face to face with her royal highness herself.

Princess Celestia pushed forwards through the crowd, still wearing the beautifully cut dress that was gifted to her. Sporting a warm smile, and bearing a bouquet of roses, fastened with a scroll and a bright red ribbon.

"My dearest Rarity," the Princess spoke with a soft, almost buttery-smooth voice as she leaned down to present the young seamstress with the touching token. "I never had an opportunity to thank you for the gorgeous gift you sent me. I absolutely adore it, my dear."

"T- Thank you, Princess Celestia," Rarity managed not to stumble through her manners, curtseying before her liege first, before reaching up to take the gift. But instead of simply handing her the flowers, the Princess leaned in close. It seemed like she was offering a hug, but instead it was an easy way to get her muzzle within earshot in the bustling ballroom.

"My dear, I do wish you can excuse my nephew's most rude behavior," Celestia whispered, tightening her grip as if looking for some forgiveness.

"I- It's okay, Princess," Rarity stammered, not expecting the co-ruler of Equestria to stop and give her of all ponies an apology for such a minor slight.

"No, my dear, it is not okay," she added, sighing softly, "but I think I know how to make it up to you." As she pulled back, Rarity noticed the Princess give a little wink, before turning the roses scroll-up in her hooves. "Unfortunately, I must bid you adieu for tonight, but I do hope you will entertain my invitation."

In a bright flourish of blue, green, purple and pink, the magical alicorn seemed to shimmer in the warm ballroom light, before trotting off from her esteemed seamstress. "Invitation?" Rarity asked nobody in particular, peering a bit closer at the scroll wrapped about the bundle of flowers.

My Dearest Rarity, the personal letter began. Your work was beautiful and inspiring, and your show will be on the mouths of many for weeks to come. Please accept my personal congratulations, and an invitation to come join me at Canterlot Castle while you are still here in town. Sincerely yours, Princess Celestia.

"Your Majesty," Rarity curtseyed low with reverence and care to her esteemed hostess as two of the Royal Guard closed the portal to the main gates. "It is such an honor to join you today," Rarity beamed, flicking her flowing purple hair out of the way of her shimmering eyes.

"Oh, my dear Rarity, there is no need for that!" Princess Celestia said with a broad smile, the flowing maned alicorn having stepped down from her throne to personally greet her guest at the door. Rarity noticed that she had taken elements of her dress from the night before, incorporating the beautiful crimson and gold fabrics in ways that seemed more relaxed and flowing. As casual as possible for a noblepony of her status. "Please, I want you to feel comfortable, especially after all your hard work yesterday." The comment seemed to catch Rarity off guard; surely a monarch of her stature enjoyed such fineries? But the young seamstress was not about to argue with her liege.

Exchanging pleasant chatter as they walked down grand hallways, Princess Celestia was a distinctly noble host to her guest, pointing out the fine tapestries and showcases of shimmering gems that decorated the castle. But beneath it all there was a strange familiarity to the alicorn's fair voice. Her choice of words seemed a little less deliberate as she led Rarity through the halls.

"And down this hallway, we have the royal kitchens and wine cellars," Princess Celestia nodded down a passage that ran parallel to one of the main dining halls. "Some of the tastiest meals in all of Equestria are made here," she added, pausing momentarily before stepping over the threshold into the servants' space. "Would you like to see if anything special is cooling? Perhaps we could even enjoy a treat fresh from the oven."

"Really, Princess?" Rarity asked, cocking her head softly at the comment, her eyes nervously glancing back over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. "But you are the ruler of the land? Wouldn't it be easier to have a meal brought to you?

"Perhaps," Princess Celestia turned back over her shoulder, a wry little smirk cracking on her sharp features as she motioned with her snout for Rarity to follow. "Truth be told, to be waited on hand and hoof is... rather droll. It is important to live your life. And nothing made me happier when I was a little filly than to sneak down and swipe a few gooey pastries from the kitchens when I thought I could get away with it."

Despite the space being clearly not a place where royalty would spend their time, the royal kitchens were gorgeously built and exquisitely outfitted. Walls lined with gleaming copper pans and iron knives shimmered in the warm glow of heaths, ovens and stovetops. It was perhaps not to Rarity's personal tastes, but she could at least see why Princess Celestia might enjoy the space. The most exquisitely crafted equipment mixed with the hooves-on experience of making exquisite meals to enjoy. "I would not have expected you, of all ponies to love the kitchens, Princess?"

"When it is full of ponies, working to make a lavish meal, is it not like a living, breathing beast?" Celestia smirked, giving a soft wink as she guided Rarity past a large center preparation island towards row upon row of cooling pastry trays, their warm and sweet contents wafting up on the air. "And when it is empty, does it not hum with the softest hush of quiet? Like a slumbering animal, ready to awaken..." Without worrying about pulling up the cuffs of her fine clothes, Princess Celestia reached out to pick two flaky pastries off the trays, offering one to her guest with a soft giggle. Rarity's eyes seemed to mellow as her kindness, and the stolen pastry, was accepted.

"Goodness, Auntie Celestia," chortled a distinct voice that echoed up from what appeared to be the kitchen's wine cellar. "Such poetic words," continued Prince Blueblood as he poked his head out from the propped-open trapdoor, setting down two bottles of fine vintage before immediately tousling his mane and checking his looks. "For such a hoary and pedestrian pass-time, cooking." The haughty noblecolt flashed a smile across the kitchen, only to lock eyes with a dumbstruck Rarity, the pair of guests quickly realizing that their separate invitations to Canterlot Castle were provided under slightly false pretenses.

"Ahem..." Celestia broke the moment of silence, putting her hoof down with a firm enough clop to echo through the empty kitchen. "Dear nephew, I shall ask you not to refer to me that way in front of our guests," the Princess smirked, before adding, "You do remember our exquisite seamstress Rarity, do you not?"

"Good thing I didn't bring the '72 Colt Du Val red," Blueblood muttered under his breath when he recognized his afternoon company, forcing Celestia to tamp her hoof down again for an appropriate answer. "B- But of course, Queen Celestia," he stammered, forced to use a far more proper term whilst stepping up off the staircase to offer a courteous, if curt, bow before Rarity.

"The pleasure is mine," Rarity fumed, having to bite her tongue as she accepted his half-hearted greeting.

"Come, my dears," Princess Celestia smiled, her horn flashing with a shimmer of magic, causing the wine bottles and a brace of three glasses to levitate before leading the pair towards a pair of parlor couches arranged in a cozy back edge of the dining hall, "We do have much to talk about. I am sure you understand why I brought you together this afternoon."

"Oh, my Queen," Blueblood spoke up immediately, a light glistening in his eyes as he prattled on. "You must be looking to have me fitted for our appearance at the Running of the Leaves? I simply knew you would entertain my request for exquisite attire for the award ceremony!"

"Not. Quite." Celestia's expression soured for a moment, before lifting once again as she popped the corks on both bottles of wine using only her magical abilities. "To be perfectly blunt, I brought you here to apologize to poor Rarity for your actions at her fashion show."

"Pfft..." Rarity's jaw dropped as she watched Prince Blueblood barely even glance her way, his eyes flitting off to one of the floating wine glasses as it filled nicely to the brim. "Whatever for?"

"You-" for a brief moment, Rarity paused, wondering if she would overstep her boundaries for speaking up. But a nod from Princess Celestia gave her just the courage to speak. "You tore one of my display pieces last night. A- After I asked you not to." She wanted to be harsher on the noblepony, but in the presence of her ruler, she felt it was best to show some restraint.

"Ha! That's rich. You're a seamstress, my dear, can't you just..." Plucking the magically levitated glass out of thin air, Blueblood swirled its contents, "...make another one? Is that not what you commonfolk do?"

"Blueblood!" Celestia rumbled, tapping her hoof on the floor as she set the first bottle aside, filling the last two glasses from the remaining bottle. "Rarity works hard to create the masterpieces we wear. Have some respect for her diligent work."

"Mmmm, I suppose I should, but is that not why we pay the commonfolk, so they can stomach these little setbacks and mishaps?" Sipping his red wine, softly, Blueblood twisted the knife by adding, "After all, hard work might make nice things, but are we not entitled to those nice things through our birth, Queen Celestia?"

For a brief moment, Celestia thought Rarity was going to murder her nephew right on the spot, the white-furred mare quickly turning hot-flushed with a sickening red under her pelt. But in her infinite wisdom and patience, Princess Celestia managed to defuse the situation with a strange, if cryptic suggestion. "Blueblood, dear, I think you should have paid closer attention to my comments back in the kitchen. Hard work, even common work, can be among the most rewarding, life-fulfilling tasks that one can undertake." Turning towards Rarity, a broad smirk cracked across her long muzzle, Princess Celestia added, "I know that you are not an exceptional cook, my dear, but perhaps... we can have a little fun tonight? Would you like to see if we can work out those silly differences between yourself..." She paused, turning back to the brash colt who was already halfway through his glass, "...and Blueblood by making dinner together?"

"Pfft!" the haughty colt nearly spat his drink at the suggestion. "I'd rather be trapped on a yacht without a stateroom," he chortled, prompting Celestia to use her magic to refill his glass to the brim from the first bottle.

"What... What sort of dinner are you thinking, Princess Celestia?" Rarity asked with a little fidget. Her anger had softened to a touch of confusion, though the vice grip she held upon the wine glass still threatened to snap the stem. "I, uh... I don't see why you would want to cook with me, I'll admit. I'm, uh... I'm not particularly good at it."

"You don't need to be, dear. What better way to see eye to eye with one another, than to create a dish you will share together?" Princess Celestia could not help but wink softly, only heightening Rarity's confusion.

"I- uh... To be honest, I'm not terribly excited about..." Turning her gaze up towards Blueblood, Rarity seemed even more perplexed as she noticed the haughty colt had not simply quieted down. His eyes had gone slightly lidded, his expression a little vacant as he drank from his glass, focused only on sipping the wine. "Working with him? ...are... are you okay, Prince Blueblood?"

"Oh, don't you worry, my dear Rarity," Princess Celestia chuckled softly, using her magic to lift the specifically reserved bottle to refill his wine glass yet again. "You won't need to work with him at all. You and I will make the dish tonight."

"B- But I thought you said-?"

"He most certainly will be involved in making dinner. But he's so unapologetic, is he not? I think for being a," swallowing hard, Celestia shook her head as if apologizing for her language even before saying it, "selfish asshole, he is going to have to learn his lesson another way."

Prince Blueblood seemed to realize that the regal mares were talking about him, but he could hardly hold on to what they were saying. A flurry of words spun in his head, words about revenge and getting even, some very pointed comments about preparing a 'sausage dish worthy of a prince,' and of course, some very incredulous reactions from Rarity as she slowly became clued in to what Princess Celestia wanted. Thankfully, the dissociative that Celestia used to spike his favorite wine did the trick, the regal colt's lightheaded mind bobbling about as he started to sloppily spill his drink.

"Y- You can't be serious?!" Rarity gasped, blinking her eyes softly as she stole a glance over at Blueblood, nervously allowing her eyes to drop down to catch sight of his groin.

"Oh, my dear, I am very serious," Celestia smirked, watching the stupfied stallion open his jaws, completely forgetting how to drink from a glass in his haze. "I want to make something very 'special' together. You and I. I think we'll have plenty of fun together, and you will get your chance to bring my nephew down a peg or three.

"But... But you really want to use his..." Swallowing, Rarity blushed as she thought about Blueblood's intimate parts for the first time since her little fantasy crush.

"Only the best for my dear guest," Clestia smiled, her magic quickly flaring up to catch the empty glass just before it fell from Blueblood's hooves. "If he wishes to place himself above everyone else, then we should make him a dish fit for royalty..." The emphasis on 'him' only brought a purse to the slighted seamstress's muzzle. "And I think I know just the meal." Eyes fluttering shut, the drugged-out colt flopped to his side as the cold grip of intoxication took him. Blueblood barely held on to Celestia's words as the world turned to black. "It's been too long since we had a proper Royal Blutwurst upon the dining table."

"Egads..." the noble colt groaned, head spinning and eyes fluttering slowly as the effects of whatever drug he ingested began to wear off. "Wh- What on Equestria h- happened?" His usually resonant voice had dulled to a slurred and flat tone, no doubt the drug's effects hitting him like a ton of bricks. The words did not seem to have any effect on the swirling voices that crowded around and talked over his body, their cadence and tone soon becoming recognizable as that of Princess Celestia and Rarity as they discussed the finer points of their soon-to-be meal.

"I... I'm not so sure about this, Princess," Rarity swallowed softly, her eyes glancing down at the pile of skillfully removed clothing that lay by the Royal Kitchen door, the seams split by Rarity's skilled hooves so as not to ruin the expensive fabrics. "I- I want him to be kind to me, not- not to hurt him."

"Oh, don't you worry about that, my dear," Celestia chuckled, the princess having adorned her front with a fine chef's apron so as not to sully her lovely clothes. She even took the time to pull back her flowing mane, tying the pastel fronds behind her to keep them from getting in the dish she was working on. "The recipe for Royal Blutwurst, a tender-cooked blood sausage served with all the trimmings, involves a very gentle heat, and a very special cooking method." Glancing down to make eye contact with the haughty prince, the colt currently in the act of tugging to the left and right to discern why his spread-eagle limbs would not move, Celestia added coldly, "However, we both know that my jerk of a nephew deserves to feel exactly why he is being punished."

"A- Auntie Celestia," Blueblood grunted, finally noticing his hooves were bound to each side of the table with heavy leather straps. "Wh- What is going on?" Blinking off the delirium, the noble colt snorted out his snout, "I- I demand you untie me at once! This is most- Wh- Why have I been unclothed?"

Rarity grimaced softly, still seeming a little concerned about the whole ordeal as Princess Celestia stepped up to the edge of the countertop. "Come, come a bit closer, Rarity," she beckoned, "It really is quite fascinating." Before Blueblood could gather his bearings, the haughty pony gasped as he felt two supple hooves slip against his inner thighs, slowly working their way from each of his knees up towards his groin, where his proud manhood sat helpless and open to the world. "You see, hun," Celestia smiled, her gaze meeting Rarity's as the white-furred seamstress took her place at the side of the table, "this dish is best made from a selfish and vain man like Blueblood here."

"Wh- What a- Mmmpfh!" The Prince's protests were stifled as he felt the touch of Celestia's hoof wrap about his cock, slowly stroking upwards along the length while the other idly rubbed down against his heavy-hung balls. Wide-eyed, the noble colt could not believe he was being violated by his own family, in front of someone else no less!

"Mmmm... There we go," Celestia smirked, licking her chops as she worked Blueblood's arousal up from being scared-soft. "Would you like to try, Rarity?"

"Y- You mean pleasure him?" Rarity swallowed, only to hear Celestia giggle at the insinuation.

"No, no dear. Pleasure is only a gift given to other ponies..." Shooting her smoky glance down to Blueblood's nervous face, Celestia added, "We're merely preparing a meal today."

"N- No, p- please! Mmmpfh! Stop, I- I don't wan- ahhhhnn..." It took a moment for her to get comfortable, Rarity's hoof wrapped tight around Blueblood's throbbing cock. After a few tentative rubs, and a little encouraging nod from Celestia, Rarity slowly dug her hoof into the tender flesh, threatening to scrape a welt down the length of his shaft as she stroked up and down. Her other hoof reached up to massage the selfish jerk's testicles, carefully smooshing and squishing the delicate balls in her grip until the proud noblepony could no longer tell the difference between pain or pleasure being wrought upon his groin. Without paying attention to her useless nephew's whines, Celestia casually called forth an old, dogeared cookbook from its place on the countertop, her magic flipping the pages until they came to rest on a handwritten entry.

"Ahh, yes," she said, "the Royal Blutwurst. Let's see... Would you say you are about 82 kilograms, Blueblood, darling?" A half-panicked yelp from him did nothing to confirm the answer, but the humiliation was the point. "For a meal of that size, the recipe calls for 1 kilo of potatoes, 1 kilo of carrots, a half kilo of onions, salt, pepper, garlic, fresh herbs, red wine." As if she was calling for an incantation, items across the kitchen began to stir, then levitate, then fly across the room, swirling above Celestia's head momentarily before coming to rest on a side countertop. All except for the bottle of wine; its contents quickly ended up in the pair's wine glasses. He could not be sure, but Blueblood had a feeling the pair had been drinking for a little while now, their loosened speech and less formal conversation making him wonder how long he'd truly been out for. "I'm sure if he knew what was going to happen, he'd love to have a drink of this," she added, offering Rarity a glass while taking a good drink of her own.

"Wh- What are y- you-?" Blueblood stammered, biting his tongue as he felt Rarity put her upper body weight atop his balls for just a moment, causing the noble colt to gasp in pain as his cock throbbed in the seamstress's grip.

"It's so much more fun when they're alert and can feel every last touch. Isn't it, hun?"

"This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be," Rarity chuckled, sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth as she kneaded the colt's balls like dough. By now Rarity's nerves had settled out, her mind taking cathartic pleasure in working over the selfish jerk's prick till he could no longer hold back his unwilling arousal. Rarity huffed as she jerked and tugged at the length until she felt it firm up in her grip. A thick band of a medial ridge created the perfect little speedbump for her hoof to tease over, a thick band of flesh that wrapped taught about the middle of his hefty shaft. Every time Rarity rubbed over the heavy ridge, she could see the Prince's flare crown outwards, throbbing meat pulsing as the tip began to glisten with the tiniest drip of precum. In another life, she might have found it sexual, sensual to be stroking him off. But Rarity also knew that she was teaching the selfish colt a lesson.

"And of course, we need our blood sausage..." Celestia trailed off, a smirk crossing her muzzle as she added, "That should be enough hun, we don't want to spoil the meat, now do we?" Her smirk quickly dropped to a concerned frown, Celestia pondering the heaving and throbbing shaft as it twitched and pulsed between the noblepony's legs. "Yuck, the worst part about dealing with fresh food is having to clean it." Using her magic to bring forward a washbasin, a kettle of steamy water from the hearth, soap and a scouring sponge, Celestia almost absentmindedly began to combine the different accoutrements while turning her attention to Rarity. "So, the trick to cooking a perfect Royal Blutwurst is to wrap the blood sausage firmly in a water-tight outer casing."

"A casing?" Rarity asked, curious. "You mean like a sausage casing, Princess Celestia?"

"Please hun, there is no need for formalities," Celestia said with a smirk, dipping the scouring sponge and soap into the bowl of water and lathering it up good. "The casing need not be edible. I was curious if perhaps you might know of something appropriate that would ensure the sausage stays intact during the process." The way Celestia said the word, intact, only sent a shiver down the confused and concerned Blueblood's spine, heightened by the sudden gentle caress of the sponge touching the underside of his shaft.

"O- Oh! Of course, um... Princes?" Rarity offered with a soft smile, before cocking her head softly, "Hmm... you know there are waterproof cloths?"

"Oh, there are, hun?" Celestia smiled, ignoring the sound of Blueblood's moaning squirms and occasional yelps for her to stop. "Perhaps you could go check the storeroom and see if there are some scraps? I could use someone with your skill to create a perfectly shaped pouch to hold our Blutwurst." As if suddenly struck by the realization that the noises he was making were incorrect, Celestia calmly turned her attention to the sniveling creature laid upon the table, his thick horse shaft wrapped in the soft side of the sponge as it worked its way up and down. "Ohhhh... Goodness, silly me..." Celestia chuckled, her eyes narrowing softly as she halted the sponge's magically propelled movements. Bringing the squishy little cleaning tool back to her hoof, the alicorn flipped it over to reveal the rough, almost knotted, scouring pad. "We'll be here all day if we use the wrong tool for the job. Rarity, sweetheart, do you think you can help by making the cooking pouch?"

"With pleasure, Celestia!" Rarity said, a broad smile crossing her face as she backed away from the table, making sure she could see the look on Prince Blueblood's face as the Princess began to scour his shaft with hot and soapy water.

"A- ahhh! S- Stop please! Please it- Nnngh! O- Oh! Oh buck, that... Mnnnpfh!" Blueblood tried to stammer out something, anything coherent that might get Princess Celestia to stop. But proving that doing things by hand was a much more rewarding job, the ruler of Equestria made sure to get every inch of his sensitive and throbbing shaft. Even if food safety was the primary concern, Rarity was pretty sure the sounds coming from Blueblood were indicative that the dashing colt was struggling with the awkward sensation of the rough side of the sponge sloughing at his most sensitive shaft, roughing up the flesh, leaving it not just throbbing, but swollen and reddened. Celestia only paused in her cleaning process long enough for Rarity to take some quick measurements of Blueblood's agonized cock, the noblepony strangely happy that the sponge-cleaning had come to a stop, only for the torture to resume again with growing fury.

By the time Rarity finished crafting the special, laminated cotton pouch meant to keep the tender blood sausage packaged perfectly, Blueblood had lost most of his ability to speak. The gentlest touch of hot water, used to clean the soap from his meaty shaft, sent him into fits of pained gibbering. Setting aside the bowl and sponge, Celestia examined the pouch, perfectly sized to caress Blueblood's tender cock. Deeming it a success, she smiled as she began to add salt and pepper to the inside of the bag. "What we will do is wrap the Blutwurst tight in the pouch you made, hun. We'll need to keep him hard and stiff so it stays perfect for the table. Then, we'll immerse it in a nice simmering bath for... well..." With a grin, Celestia slowly began to pull the pouch over the exhausted Blueblood's shaft, the raw flesh soon itching and burning with the sensation of spice and salt rubbed in his broken body. "Until it plumps up snug and tight inside its casing, and he can't feel a thing."

"A- ahhh! Please! Please n- no, it! I- It hurts! I- I..." Tears welled at Blueblood's eyes, the strange mixture of rubbed-raw ache and uncomfortable, spice-fueled itch beginning to take its toll. The exhausted colt quickly lost his haughty edge as Celestia settled the thick pouch all the way around his body, giving the perfectly fit sack a little snap past his heavy balls before bringing a thick rubber ring that had gone unnoticed resting on the preparation table.

"Shhhh, there, there, darling," Celestia smirked, her firm grip ensuring that his bound form could not shake out of the little pouch before she snapped the ring tight over the base of his shaft, clamping the laminated cotton tight about his manhood. "You don't need to lift a finger." Pausing to glance over at Rarity, the seamstress proudly examining her work now that it was settled on Blueblood's cock, Celestia focused her attention back to the grimacing colt. "I assume by now, you understand what is going on, Blueblood, darling. But in case you need any clarification," Celestia's alicorn horn shimmered as she used her magic to take care of something behind her, "You have been, to put it bluntly, quite the dick to my dear friend Rarity. And what better way to fix that, than to take yours down to size."

"Y- You're not serious?" Blueblood shuddered through gritted teeth, wide-eyed as he watched a large glass syringe float over Celestia's shoulder, the heavy stuffing tool lining up perfectly with the cloth-covered blood sausage that was his cock.

"I am. Now, the next step in the process, we need to stuff the royal Blutwurst." The thin syringe tip carefully slipped through the cloth sack covering, coming to rest about an inch inside of Blueblood's thick urethra. "Rarity, I think you deserve the honor?" With a smirk on her face, Rarity stepped around to the foot of the preparation table, smirking as she reached out to caress the heavy stuffing syringe. There was something cathartic about this moment, slowly pressing down on the plunger, feeling the resistance as the thick and gooey, amber-colored stuffing slowly flowed out. Just as Blueblood could feel the warm gunk begin to fill his urethra, Celestia slipped up behind Rarity to help guide her hooves. "That's it, make sure we get all of it now. This is a little trick I learned from one of my bakers. It's a honey filling with a hint of yeast mixed in. While his blood sausage cooks, his balls will candy in such a lovely and gooey coating. A sweet treat for us to end our meal."

"That sounds delectable!" Rarity huffed, still working her way through the massive amount of syrup that slowly filled Blueblood's urinary tract. "But what about the yeast?"

"It's simple, my dear. Like a fine loaf of bread, the yeast will help expand his delicious cock and testicles, making them swell to juuuust the right size to make them worth our," a little giggle escaped her mouth as Celestia added, "time eating them."

Blueblood's hooves jerked and kicked in their restraints, the helpless pony struggling as he felt his urinary tract fill with the sickly sweet honey. When the pressure built too far, the haughty colt cried out as he felt his clenching muscles give way, allowing the remaining third of the fluid to flood into his bladder and down the muscular tubes into his balls. Soon the orbs hung heavy and swollen, the fibrous little gems near to bursting inside his sack. With his head laid back on the table, Blueblood could hardly focus on the torture, the discomfort keeping him distracted until he felt something solid clamp about his cock and balls. Lifting his head back up to peer down his chest and belly, the emasculated colt could only stare wide-eyed at the strange metal contraption being locked around his genitalia.

It looked like a large iron eggplant that rested upon four metal legs. He watched in awe and confusion as Celestia carefully locked the seam, the two halves coming together and sealing into place with twisting metal bolts. There were only two holes in the strange contraption, one which latched tight around the rubber ring to form a gasket, the other situated at the very top, roughly above where his cockhead sat. He could feel there was something inside of the strange device, jostling around ever so softly as his aching shaft throbbed. That quickly became apparent as Celestia began to pour a cold fluid into the opening at the tip, causing whatever it was to start to float and bump about his cloth-encased cock.

"So what next, Princess?" Rarity asked, pouring herself and her hostess another glass of wine.

"A special meal takes special preparation," she replied with a smirk, careful not to overfill the bulbous metal contraption. "Perfect. The sausage is surrounded by a lovely broth and chopped vegetables. Now we simply must apply a very low heat to bring the Royal Blutwurst up to temperature." An array of tea candles was carefully laid out underneath the metal contraption, each one flaring up into a tiny point of flame as she positioned them just so. "Now we simply wait. The meal should be ready when the tip of his 'new cock' begins to steam, not unlike a teapot," Celestia added, happily taking her glass and sipping from it.

"N- No, please!" Blueblood whimpered, blubbering as panic began to set in, the growing warmth starting to swell about him, "I- I am sorry," he spat at last, the haughty colt's tone more akin to a demand than an apology.

"Hmmm, what was that, Blueblood, darling?" Rarity chuckled, her voice taking a bit of an edge as Celestia joined her off to the side to watch the show unfold.

"I- I said I'm sorry! Please... Let me out of this bucking infernal contraption!"

"Oh, but you simply must stay put, dear," she teased, sipping on her wine.

"How else will we prepare our planned dinner tonight?" Celestia added, her own growing intoxication starting to show as she realized she'd finished yet another glass. Reaching an arm around Rarity, Celestia huffed as she held out her glass for another, only to find herself staring into her guest's soft eyes. "It would be a shame if we lost out on such a delectable dish."

"It will be a shame he won't be able to use that tender cock of his," Rarity added, her lowered inhibitions catching up with her. "I always wondered if he would be a fine lover in bed."

"A shame, you won't be able to tell," Celestia chuckled as Rarity topped her off, only for a warm smirk to cross her muzzle. "Or perhaps... You might be able to..."

"Oh? What do you mean, Princess?" with her inhibitions dropping, Rarity showed no heed for the offhand comment, arching her eyebrow ever so softly as she felt Celestia begin to slip the straps of her dress off around her shoulders.

"I've been working on a rather... powerful spell," she commented, a warm flush crossing Rarity's face as she realized her hostess, and ruler, was de-clothing in front of her. "I must wonder if you would care to give it a try, my dear?" Perhaps it was her sultry voice, or perhaps it was the way her hooves slipped down Rarity's shoulders, caressing her body in such magical ways, but something seemed right about this moment. Almost as if her fondness was meant to be. Celestia had engineered the whole evening, perhaps this too was part of her desires. Before she realized it, Rarity felt the warm, kitchen air flowing against her bare body, just before she felt the caress of Celestia's hooves slipping down her hips.

"P- Princess?" Rarity huffed, blushing as her ruler knelt before her. Gripping her wine glass a little tighter, the white-furred seamstress moaned softly to herself as she felt Celestia press her muzzle gently against her supple slit, teasing the fluffy folds with her tongue as she started to eat out her sweet dinner guest. Biting her lip, Rarity found herself staring at a terrified and confused Blueblood, the colt's wide eyes blinking in dumbfounded fear at what he was forced to watch. But that eye contact quickly slipped as he turned his attention back to the slow simmer that surrounded his cock.

"Just relax dear," she hushed between soft laps and teases at her clit. "Allow me to work my magic." Rarity groaned as she felt something strange growing within her loins. Something other than Princess Celestia's skilled tongue. This was different, unusual, not necessarily unpleasant as her growing arousal began to blossom within her loins. Between licks, Celestia was reciting some sort of incantation, her words flowing seamlessly as she lapped the supple nectar from her guest's tender folds. The strange process was entrancing to Rarity, the white-furred pony moaning as she leaned back against the countertop to try and steady herself. Lost in the moment, she hardly noticed that Celestia's licking had turned to suckling, and that the sensations no longer felt like they were inside of her.

Peering down between her legs, trying to get a good look despite the glowing alicorn horn blocking her view, Rarity gasped as she watched Celestia pull her head back from against Rarity's groin, only to expose what appeared to be a penis growing out of the spot where her pussy had once sat. And growing was the key word, the length quickly swelling to fill out a proud and respectable eleven inches, complete with a crowning flare on top, and a set of dangling balls hanging down underneath.

"Mmmm..." Licking the tip ever so gently, Celestia smiled as she stood once again. "There we are! A perfect copy of Blueblood's endowment." Leaning in to kiss Rarity softly on the muzzle, Celestia chuckled as she whispered in her ear, "Why don't you try it out, dear? I don't think he'll mind, do you?"

"Wh- What in all Equestria...?" Blueblood stammered, jaw agape as the magical trick was revealed. Staring at what looked like his very own cock and balls, the same ones locked away in the growing heat of his own personal pressure cooker, the colt finally broke down in tears. "Queen... Queen Celestia, please... This is far too degrading... I- I'm sorry..." This time the words sounded sincere, even if they were far too late to change anything. It clearly did not change Rarity's opinion, the intoxicated seamstress sauntering with purpose over to Blueblood, her new shaft swaying between her legs as she saddled up to get comfortable at his head.

"Open up, big guy," she growled, licking her chops as she reached around to drag Blueblood's head backwards, forcing his throat to straighten out as she tapped his nose with the end of her throbbing shaft.

"N- No, plea- glk!" Before he could say another word, Blueblood felt the thick length he was so familiar with push past his square jawline, the salty, flared tip forced over his tongue.

"Mmm... Feels good, doesn't it? You really were a dick to me," Rarity growled, huffing as she felt the pleasing sensation on her newfound cock. The penile pleasure was something she had never experienced before, a distinctly different sort of arousal. And it felt tantalizing, especially as she forced her shaft to push through Blueblood's squeezing throat. "You were such a dick to me. It's only fair I give it right back to you," she moaned, huffing through her clenched jaw as Blueblood began to swallow hard against her shaft, whimpering as he realized his own thick length was thick enough to cut off his airflow. "Buck, this is what I've been missing out on?" she chuckled, slowly withdrawing her hips until she juuuust barely felt the tip of her shaft plugging Blueblood's throat. For a brief moment, the noblepony thought she might let up, allowing him a breath. But instead, she simply plunged back in, harder than before, causing the colt's nostrils to flare in growing airless panic.

Thrusting with need and a lust that would not quit, Rarity pounded in and out of Blueblood's throat, her newly-minted cock throbbing with need as she used him like a living sex toy. All the while, as the stale air began to burn in his lungs, the colt was mercifully distracted from the growing discomfort between his thighs. The tight-fit metal contraption was no longer cool to the touch, with eight flickering tea lights lending their collective heat to bring it up to temperature. By now the heat had crested high enough to become painful, Blueblood's cock throbbing in the tight-fit pouch. He would quickly realize just what happened when you poached a penis in a water-tight casing. At first, sweat, honey and other fluids collected in the seasoning-coated bag. As the heat continued to rise, Blueblood could feel his shaft start to swell from the growing torture, the steamy fluids beginning to not only inflate the pouch, but also seemingly inflating his cock. Coupled with the yeast-impregnated honey that plugged up the whole of his shaft and testicles, the haughty colt could practically feel himself beginning to bloat and swell in painful ways.

Not that he was able to pay attention, of course. With Rarity thrusting down his throat, the most he could hope for was to sputter and whine, nostrils flaring as he wordlessly pleaded for a gulp of fresh air. There would be no respite from Rarity, her intoxicated mind driving her on to plow his throat to chase this new sensation of pleasure. It did not help that Celestia took her own, perverse pleasure in the situation, rubbing herself off idly with her hoof as she watched, enjoying every ounce of her nephew getting the treatment he so deserved. As the lack of oxygen crept up on Blueblood, a pounding in his ears as he started to see popping stars and black spots clouding his vision. Just as his eyes began to roll back in his head, he swore he heard something in the edge of his senses. It was feint, almost hidden behind Rarity moaning through her orgasm as she pumped hot cum down his throat in an overpowering rush of orgasm. But he could hear it, a hiss, almost like a teapot whistling, just as everything faded to black.

He would never get feel the long and slow simmer. Princess Celestia made sure to pour the remainder of the drug-laced wine down his throat, allowing him to sleep fitfully as hot steam that whined out the top of the cock-poacher. He would never get to feel the gentle caress of little bubbles tickling the fat and engorged cock as it floated in the broth. But when Rarity pulled out of his throat, he did get a nose full of the most lovely scent of poached pony penis with honey sauce.

"Another glass, my dear?" Rarity asked with a warm smile as she offered to pour for Celestia. It was a strange thing for Blueblood to wake up hearing, the unconscious colt unable to tell exactly where he was. The air all around him was different, cooler and perhaps even more fresh as he snorted himself awake in another, slightly more familiar, drug-fueled daze. He must have been picked up and moved, but to where he did not know. As his eyesight came back into focus, the colt whined as he realized it was not simply a bad dream. He had been re-tied, his forelimbs bound behind his back and his elbows secured to his knees, forcing the noblepony to kneel in an awkward tripod pose with his bare rump up in the air. With his weight supported on his knees, chin and shoulders, the prince found it awkward to build up any momentum for movement, nor could he cock his head backwards enough see behind him. but he could tell that a heavy weight between his legs was hanging down, the tip dripping softly onto a plate that was held beneath the swollen and bloated pouch that held his cock and balls within.

"That would be wonderful, Rarity," Celestia said with a little nod, happily finishing off her first course of simmered vegetable soup, their happy conversation finished ebbing as she presented her glass to be refilled. "I believe I have had enough soup to whet my appetite, don't you?" Celestia said, likely in response to Blueblood's rousing. "Why don't we help ourselves to the main course?"

"I think that would be lovely, Princess," Rarity added, reaching across the table for the bottle of wine, before she felt the gentle touch of Celestia's hoof tap at her forearm.

"We have had an awful lot of wine tonight, my dear," Celestia mused aloud, pondering for a brief moment before she added, "Perhaps you would like something a bit more potent to go with your drink?"

"A cocktail to go with the cock?" Rarity asked, unable to help herself from making the little pun.

"I think I have just the drink to enjoy," Celestia added, standing and sauntering towards a fancy wooden liquor cabinet off to the side. "But I suppose that we could spice it up a little. Reaching inside for a bottle of decent cognac, the ruler of Equestria knelt down, messing with something at the base of the nondescript liquor cabinet. "We've done so much to ruin poor Prince Blueblood's manhood, I think it only fair that we dip into his own private reserve for our girl's dinner evening." Rarity might have assumed she meant stealing some of Blueblood's favorite liquor, but the seamstress was a little confused when Princess Celestia returned with three bottles in hand, setting them down in front of Blueblood's face as he could watch. "Here we are. A simple drink, but one that will clearly ensure the end of our noble colt's line."

Rarity could not help but smirk as she heard Blueblood begin to stir from his drug-induced sleep, wondering if he might have heard that. "And what might that be, Princess?"

"The nobility of Equestria have always kept some... backups... in case of emergency."

Turning one of the bottles around, Rarity practically gasped as she read the label, "That isn't!"

"Now and then, our dear prince jerks off in a bottle to make sure we could continue his line, for just such an emergency. But given how he's besmirched the family name, I suppose he won't need to worry if we use some of his private stock."

"Mnnnpfh..." Blinking himself awake, Blueblood groaned as he stared up at Princess Celestia, the monarch casually mixing up a beverage in a brass shaker. Two parts cognac, a fine and fair brand imported into the kingdom, mixed with three parts colt semen. The noblepony stammered, shaking his head as he tried to beg for it to stop, the last of his potent lineage plopping down into a cocktail shaker like a common ingredient. "H- Hey... P- put tha... n- n..." Unable to even form his words, he watched as Celestia added a few extra glugs of cognac to the bottle, shaking it up to get every last drip and ensure that not a drop of his reserved semen remained viable.

"There we are," she declared with a little flare, popping the lid on the shaker and giving it a strong dash over ice. "I can think of a few drinks that normally get served with milk..." A warm smirk crossed her face as she casually poured the frothy mixture of semen and brandy into two waiting glasses. "I suppose, however, this wouldn't quite be egg nog? Given the semen, perhaps we should call it preg nog instead?" Winking playfully at the emasculated Blueblood, Celestia returned to the opposite side of the table, setting the glasses down before the pair's dishes and dashing a little nutmeg over top, much to Rarity's amusement.

"Thank you, my dear," she declared with a warm grin, savoring the fresh-made drink, even getting a little foam under her snout as she thought. "I must confess, Princess," Rarity said with a smile, huffing as she tried not to fondle the shaft between her legs too much, not wanting to distract from dinner. "I have never eaten a Royal Blutwurst before... Will you please show me how best to partake of this rare delicacy?" The faux-fancy conversation was dripping with mockery, making Blueblood's awakening all the more jarring.

"I would be honored, my dear. It does look simply scrumptious, don't you agree?"

"Simply amazing," Rarity added, lifting a phrase from her most adoring friend.

"Well, we must first start by freeing the Royal Blutwurst from the casing it cooked in." For a moment, Blueblood's groans and gurgles came to a pause, his eyes looking left and right as if expecting a sudden pain that never came. Instead, all he felt was the most minute pressure on his shaft, despite what sounded like a flood of torrential water as the laminated cotton pouch was slit open with a carving knife. Freed from the tight confines of the cooking pouch, Blueblood's beautifully cooked shaft seemed to bulge and expand just a little more, before resting still and heavy like a fat sausage hanging on the end of a chain of links. With her copy of Blueblood's cock still in hoof, the magic not yet dispelled, Rarity marveled at the way his shaft had changed when it cooked; it easily gained half an inch in diameter, the urethra almost constricted to a pinpoint as the cock swelled up. The pouch did a fine job keeping everything contained, including his fat balls which had puffed out in roundness from the slow poach they sustained. The length did indeed look like a real blood sausage, if a little darkened grey from stewing in its own juices for what must have been hours on end.

"Beautiful," Celestia added with a smirk, tossing aside the cotton pouch, and allowing the thick and meaty cock to drip onto the plate below. "Did you know that there is quite the tradition to eating such a lavish dish. The Royal Blutwurst is not just a three-course meal. It is also a lesson that reminds both rich and humble ponies of the social rules that bind them both," Celestia said pointedly. "The dish symbolizes three things, regal power, humility and also the sweet taste of forgiveness." Celestia knew she was making much of this up, but she could not help but impose a little of her lesson upon Prince Blueblood while finishing off her nephew's manhood at the same time.

"Oh, I never knew, Princess! Please, will you explain?" Rarity huffed, sniffing the air softly to get the scent of the meal in her nose, one hoof still firmly fondling her shaft as she savored the revenge.

"Well first, we start at the head." Lifting the carving knife and fork, Celestia slowly pierced the tines into Blueblood's cockhead. She was lucky Rarity was so entranced with the sight; Princess Celestia was a little ashamed that she winced with this first step, if only because she half-expected Prince Blueblood to scream in agony. Instead, he lay still, completely dumbstruck as he felt only a slight pressure in his shaft.

"Wh- What are y- you..." he stammered, still shaking off the unconsciousness but also now clearly aware something was happening to his groin.

"Perfect, he's cooked for so long, he can't feel a thing." Raising her knife, Celestia began to carve a thin slice off the fat blood sausage, following the flare of his cockhead all the way around the outside. "The head of the Royal Blutwurst must always be removed first." Keeping his shaft still with the meat fork, she carved all the way around until she had perfectly flensed off the flared end of his cock. "It symbolizes the crown, the seat of royal power." Sliding the sliver of flesh off, Celestia removed the meat fork, using it to serve what used to be the edges of her nephew's flared cockhead onto Rarity's plate. "We royals always serve the crown to our guests, as a sign of good grace and honor." Despite the made-up nature of this particular dish's symbolism, Princess Celestia could not help but get into the spirit, quickly piercing Blueblood's cock head again and carving through what remained of the cock head with a firm hoof. "While the rest of the tip is served to the host or hostess." As she plated herself the first bite, Celestia added with a wink, "Go ahead, no need to wait."

Still just a little unsure, Rarity carefully selected the correct fork and knife before cutting off a sliver of the haughty noblepony's beautifully cooked flare. Inspecting it for a moment, the juicy meat practically dripping down her fork, she opened her muzzle wide to take the first bite. A burst of flavor flowed over her tongue, the taste somewhere between a decadent steak and a perfectly prepared sausage, and with just enough chew to the meat to not feel overcooked nor underdone. "Oh goodness," Rarity moaned softly, a shudder running down her spine as she rushed to take another bite.

"I know, right?" Princess Celestia smiled, popping her first bite into her mouth. "Simply divine." Savoring each piece, the pair ate happily just as Prince Blueblood roused to the realization his cock was slightly lighter than he remembered, the emasculated colt snorting as he started to demand, and then plead to be let go, for them to stop, for anything, only to feel the pressure resume once again on his dick and a playful laughter from the two diners.

"Y- You can... You can stop! I- I get it, I get it! Please! Don't do this to me! Please! P- please..." The cries only fell on deaf ears as the girls happily chatted their way through inch by inch of the noblepony's manhood, sharing coined slice after slice as they cut his length down to size.

"You see, my dear, the Royal Blutwurst also symbolizes humility. As we cut through each bit of the tender meat," Celestia explained with a wry smile, slowly carving through the juicy and tender flesh yet again, a thick, inch-long slice hanging upon the serving fork as she did. "We slowly whittle it down to the base. It reminds us royalty that our pride and our joy can be shared. And if it is not shared, it is taken." The words came with a wet little squish as Celestia threw manners to the wind and popped the slice of the thick sausage in her mouth. She hardly realized that she had already cut through about half of Prince Blueblood's lordly cock, until her tongue happened to caress the thickened band that was Blueblood's medial ridge. For a moment, Celestia contemplated the round slice of blood sausage, quite un-regal in her actions as she suckled on the flesh while carving Rarity another piece. At long last, she put an end to the thick band of flesh that constituted the halfway point of Blueblood's quivering cock, her jaws reducing the slice to nothing.

For his part, Prince Blueblood did not remain fully compliant. But bound as he was, with his limbs locked tight to his sides, the haughty colt could only rock himself on his knees and shoulders. What little momentum his tired body could muster barely made the fattened sausage sway, occasionally spattering a few dribbles of natural juices against his thighs as the girls playfully bantered through picking apart the noble pony's manhood. It did not help that his whole shaft hung senseless, limp and exhausted between his thighs. Unable to see what was going on between his legs, Blueblood could only whimper and plead until a sudden pang of pain caught him off guard.

"A- Ahhh!" He winced, body quaking as Celestia slipped the knife just along the edge of the rubber ring. Some nerve endings must have survived at the very edge of the tied-off shaft, enough to hurt as the Princess finished off the final cut of the fat sausage.

"Simply marvelous," Rarity huffed, accepting the last bite yet seeming to find it chewier, as if it was just the slightest bit underdone and the tiniest bit bloody. "Mmmpfh... I could hardly eat another bite, that sausage truly plumped when it cooked," Rarity added, her hoof idly playing with her magically enhanced shaft, as if to compare.

"I hope you saved room for dessert, my dear," Celestia chuckled, patting her belly softly as she pressed the tip of the knife blade against the heavy and swollen ball sack that hung limply under the tiny stump of flesh that was Blueblood's cock. "You simply must try the royal jewels!"

"The royal jewels?" Rarity's eyes twinkled, her love of fineries and gemstones seeming to extend to the euphemism for Blueblood's testicles.

"Indeed. For if a noble pony is wicked or bad..." Pricking the knife into Blueblood's bulging scrotum, Celestia added coldly, "...or just a jerk... Then it is only fair that he offer a token of kindness to those he has wronged. And the royal jewels are the best way to show one's desire to make amends." Splitting open his sack, a rush of gooey, bubbling honey seemed to flow out of the fleshy, poached bag, followed quickly by two beautifully cooked testicles hanging daintily upon the end of their spermatic cords. The over pressurization of yeast and honey caused his testicles to split open, sending a torrent of gooey honey out to fill his sack. Over time, both testicles had simmered in a perfect candy coating, turning them into a rare dessert to share between the Princess and her guest. "And if you accept them as a gift," Celestia added, carefully reaching out to pluck one of the testicles by hand, the spermatic cord tearing with ease from hours of simmering. "Then you taste the sweet flavor of forgiveness that I mentioned before... Care to try, my dear? I'm sure Blueblood would be proud to make amends with you this way."

With words put into his mouth, Blueblood finally broke down, tears coming to his eyes as he kinked his head hard to the side. Straining to peer back over his shoulder, the broken noblepony stammered a useless whine as he watched Rarity open her mouth and extend her tongue. He need not see the whole scene to know that Celestia was dangling something tantalizing just inches above her head; two little drips of honey splashed down on her tongue. Wide-eyed and whimpering, he barely managed to squeak a, "N- no..." before he watched his own testicle plop down onto Rarity's tongue. The digit curled around the supple little gem, pulling it inside her mouth in a single, smooth motion. Their eyes met, a selfish little smirk on Rarity's face as she chomped through the tender meat, its fibrous flesh almost candy-like as she popped it between her molars with a sickening splatter. Forgiveness really did taste sweet.

"Miss Rarity," a shaky and quivering, yet very distinct, voice called out just before the young seamstress opened the door to the Carousel Boutique, her cozy little tailor's shop in Ponyville. It had only been a few days after her royal visit, but Rarity had left Canterlot with the promise that a proper apology would be forthcoming in the next few days.

"Prince Blueblood?" Rarity asked aloud as she opened the door, surprised to see not only the emasculated prince standing on her doorstep so early in the morning, but also Princess Celestia standing sternly behind her nephew.

"I- I wanted to apologize to you," he swallowed, almost rushing through his words until Celestia gave him a hoofed boot to the flank. "I should not have acted the way I did at the Fashion Show."

"Why, thank you, Prince Blu-" Stopping in her tracks, Rarity's eyes narrowed as she paused to think about what he said. "Wait. Are you still...?"

A hot flush washed over Blueblood's face as he nodded sheepishly, spreading his legs to show a thin scar healing where his cock and balls had been. "I... I'll get it back when I've made amends, Queen Celestia says. P- Please will you accept my apology?"

A wry smirk crossed Rarity's face, the white-furred pony chuckling as she replied, "Only if you say it to me again. In front of everyone in Ponyville."

"Pffft! Disgusting! Debase myself before the rabble, tha-" Blueblood halted immediately, his outburst clearly not what Celestia hoped to hear.

"No apology, no penis," Rarity added, crossing her hooves as she waited for his reply.

"Oh, do you truly expect me, ME, a noblepony and diplomat of the realm, to live life without my manhood?"

"Well, when you put it that way," Princess Celestia chuckled, her alicorn horn glowing bright. A flash caused the trio to blink; in an instant the scar was replaced with a pathetic little micropenis, the length barely two inches long, even when crowned with the tiniest little horse-like flare on the top. "There. You've been made whole again. A tiny penis for a tiny apology."

"Aggggh! Listen..." Stomping his hooves in frustration, Blueblood growled for a moment before hanging his head in defeat, "Isn't there something I could do? Something that leaves me... AND my pride... intact?"

A bright smirk crossed Rarity's face at the comment. Catching eyes with her new friend and lover Celestia, she finally said, "I will let the Princess regrow your prized shaft over the course of a few days. On one condition." Leaning her snout in close, the seamstress grinned with a wickedness Blueblood had never seen before. Not even at the Galloping Gala had Rarity shown this depth of darkness. "You'll go on a date with me whenever I please. A dinner date. With that fine stallion manhood of yours as the dinner. Whenever I wish."

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