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Almost exactly one week after the failed kidnapping attempt, Blueblood found himself sitting next to his aunt while they waited for the gryphon ruler to show up in the castle's dining hall. He was not looking forward to this meal, although Celestia had done her best to make him comfortable. He wasn't required to wear any of the "uniform" she had given him, and his rump was given a rest from the endless line of plugs. He chose to wear the collar, though. He sort of liked the way it looked, and thought that Celestia would appreciate the gesture.

Finally, just to make sure that he wasn't afraid, Celestia promised to personally protect him if anything went wrong. He felt much better knowing that a goddess had his back.

Celestia greeted King Genosco with all the ceremony befitting her station. The King was accompanied by a small army of advisers and servants, and usually spoke through an interpreter. Blueblood had known that he was young for a ruler, but he was still surprised at just how young. The Gryphon Kingdom was ruled by a male that was probably still going through puberty.

"His Royal Majesty wishes to convey his gratitude for your hospitality," the translator said. King Genosco bowed low enough to be proper without appearing too humble. "He is honored to be in the presence of such incredible beauty, and wishes to know if you have given his proposal any more thought."

"I have," Celestia said. "We will discuss it later. For now I would like you to meet my nephew, Prince Blueblood." Blueblood bowed, and Celestia indicated the mare sitting on her other side. "This is my adviser, Clover Quill. I would be quite lost without her." Cashmere, hidden in one of Celestia's illusions, also bowed.

The translator stood while his king sat across the table from the goddess. "King Genosco admires the rulers of your country. He is impressed that a land ruled by females is so prosperous."

Celestia' smile became even more strained as she shifted the topic to something else. Blueblood paid attention to the other gryphons while his aunt spoke, wondering if they knew about the failed kidnapping. They all seemed very determined to ignore him.

The meal went very well, although he could tell that Celestia wasn't enjoying herself. King Genosco had a knack for giving a compliment with an insult attached, and was perpetually shocked that a mare could do so much for her people. It was almost cartoonish, really, and it made Blueblood feel positively optimistic at his chances of redemption. He had been a cad, sure, but he had never been this bad.

When the plates were cleared away and desert was served, Celestia made her move. She had already warned Blueblood to remain calm and quiet, no matter what happened. "Your Majesty?" she asked sweetly. "Do you think that we could have the room to ourselves for a while? I'd like to discuss the offers you've made me."

King Genosco brightened and raised his paws in the air. "We will speak alone," he said in a very thick gryphonian accent. "Everyone, out!"

Soon the room was almost empty, and Celestia used her magic to shut the doors. Only Blueblood and Cashmere were allowed to stay. "I'm so glad that you were willing to visit me in my capitol," the goddess said. "It can get quite dull sometimes, and I love the company."

"Who could deny such a lovely creature?" the king asked. Blueblood felt an overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. "It is good that you finally came to your senses and accepted your place at my side. You will be the crown jewel of my harem, a treasure to be envied by all the world. I will treat you as a goddess deserves to be treated, my love. You will know joys and pleasures that no other suitor could ever provide. Our kingdom will last for all eternity with you as its patron goddess."

For a while Celestia pretended to consider it. "I'd rather not," she said simply. Genosco's beak fell open in shock. "You are a child with no understanding of what it really means to rule. You lack honor, wisdom, and all sense of modesty. You view females as toys to be used for your own amusement, and I would never debase myself by allowing a glorified thug like you to bed me. The fact that you lust after me does not make me your property."

Something fizzled in the king's pocket. "Incidentally, you should leave your magical trinkets at home next time. It's rude to approach a goddess with an arousal spell and an anti-willpower charm in your pocket." She winked flirtatiously. "Or are you just happy to see me?"

"Outrage!" The king shouted once he'd found his voice. "How dare you address the Gryphon King with such disrespect!?"

"How dare I?" Celestia asked. "Let's talk about daring, shall we? You dared to approach me time and time again, assuming that I would gladly spread my legs for you like every cheap floozy you've wooed over the years. You dared to demand my hoof in marriage, as though I would happily become your slave just because you wrapped the chains in gold."

All traces of amusement vanished from her face, and Blueblood felt a chill creeping down his spine. "Then, after I had refused you, you dared to assault my nephew to gain leverage over me."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Genosco said. "These are serious insults, woman. You had better watch your damnable tongue! I will not be spoken to this way!"

Celestia's horn ignited, and the gryphon king levitated out of his chair. He floated over the table, helpless and immobile, as Celestia calmly picked up her knife and fork. She sliced off a bite of chocolate cake and began to eat. "I'm quite angry with you," she said casually. "I won't pretend that this is the first time I've been so insulted by a foreign power, but I think it's it's the first time in several hundred years. One forgets how aggravating it can be."

Genosco continued to struggle, and began to lose his nerve when he realized how truly outclassed he was. "Release me!" he demanded. "Release me this instant, you horrible creature!"

Celestia daintily wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Not until I feel like it. When you return home, you will continue to supply Equestria with textiles and lumber at a fair rate. You will also stop your aggressive expansion into Zebrica and release the zebra slaves you've taken."

"You have no right to tell me how to run my kingdom!"

The goddess smiled coldly. "You are clearly incapable of running it yourself, and I've decided that it's finally time to change a few things about your pathetic regime. Congratulations, King Genosco: you've finally gotten the goddess's attention. I have one final demand to make, and then I will allow you to run home."

The light coming in through the windows dimmed, and the room was plunged into an eerie twilight. "You would do well to pay attention," Celestia said, causing the cutlery to rattle with every word. Her eyes glowed with yellow-orange light, the full fury of the sun restrained by her will alone. "Do not think that I am some vapid bimbo that can be outwitted. I am more ancient and powerful than a sniveling worm like you could ever hope to understand. Equestria is under my protection, and I take my job very seriously."

Genosco whimpered as he was dangled in front of her face. "This is your last chance," she warned. "If you ever try to harm my loved ones again, I will not bother declaring war on your country. I will fly to your capitol myself, rip the doors right off of your pretty castle, and burn anything in my way until there is nothing left but ash. I will drag you out into the street, kicking and screaming, and castrate you right in front of your subjects. Do not test me, dear. I am a loving goddess, but I am not to be trifled with."

Celestia tossed the gryphon king to the ground like a used tissue and allowed him to frantically scramble away. His crown rattled across the floor, completely forgotten. "Get out of my sight," she ordered. "I don't want to see you again. If you or your soldiers ever enter my country again without permission, it will be the last mistake that you ever make."

A few minutes passed in silence as the king and his diplomats left the castle. "You don't need to come to my chambers tonight," Celestia told Blueblood. "I think I'd like to be alone for a while." She disappeared in a flash of light, leaving a few bright spots dancing in his vision.

Cashmere sighed and finished her wine. "That probably means she's crying in her room," she said. "I've got some cheering up to do."

"Didn't she say that she wants to be alone?" Blueblood asked.

Cashmere chuckled. "I am Celestia's permanent companion. Respecting and adoring her is part of the job, but sometimes I have to recognize when she just needs a hug. She feels like she failed to protect you, Blueblood, and it's hurt her very deeply. No matter what you may think of her, she treasures her friends. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to round up some chocolate."

---

Blueblood and Slipstream had fallen into a pleasant routine. Every night, the former prince would pretend to read and entertain himself while his guard stood obediently in the corner like a statue. Soon he would begin a polite conversation and act as though he was only half listening to Slipstream's words. Eventually they would end up talking openly, socializing in exactly the way a guardspony and his charge shouldn't.

They had become good friends, and Blueblood was very sad to think that Slipstream might be transferred somewhere else after his punishment was over. Maybe, if he asked Celestia very nicely, she would let Slipstream stay if he wished.

Blueblood had expected an interesting life story when he had first gotten to know his friend. He expected murdered parents, or an evil brother that wanted to overthrow the crown, or possibly a life-debt that he owed Celestia. Surely there had to be something extraordinary about a pony's past to make him join the Royal Guard.

To Blueblood's surprise, the only shocking thing about Slipstream's past was that it wasn't shocking at all. His father had been a guard, but transferred somewhere else when the job got old. His parents were both still alive, and had a small apartment in Las Pegasus. He had no brothers, but his sister was working her way through college with a little help from their parents.

The only real problem in Slipstream's life was loneliness. Being a guard was very time-consuming, and he had never been a very social pony in the first place. He didn't suffer from a complete lack of friends, but he had never been in a committed relationship. "It just didn't work out," he explained with an apathetic shrug. "I guess I'm married to the job, y'know?"

"So you've never had a special somepony?"

Slipstream shook his head. "Not quite. I knew a unicorn in Manehattan when I was stationed there. We started heading in that direction, but I eventually got shipped off somewhere else."

Blueblood tried to imagine going an entire lifetime without anypony to love. He supposed that he had come close, in a way, since all of his previous "romantic" conquests had mostly been about sex and nothing more. Still, he had at least known what it was like to have companionship, no matter how temporary. "That's terrible!"

"It's part of the job," Slipstream said dismissively. "It won't last forever. Maybe once I'm done I can find a nice mare and settle down."

"Oh," Blueblood said. He tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "You were just pretending," he reminded himself. "There's no need to get upset over losing a chance that you never had." "It has to be a mare, then?"

Slipstream raised his eyebrows. "Well, yeah. I mean, I guess so. I've never been very...uh, interested in the alternative."

"Ouch," Blueblood thought. "No, stop that! It isn't right to be upset. He's allowed to have his preferences just like everypony else." Outwardly he kept smiling and reclined on his bed, pretending to enjoy his book. "I suppose you'd know better than anypony," he said, proud of how casual it sounded. "If you're anything like me then I daresay you've given both, err, options a go."

When his friend didn't answer he began to suspect that this was a sensitive issue. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Am I prying? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything you'd rather avoid."

"No!" Slipstream said. "No, it's not like that. I just, uh, n-never really gave it much thought." Blueblood noticed a slight blush beginning to form on the handsome guard's face. "I-I never tried."

The two stallions regarded each other from opposite sides of the room, each wishing that he could know what the other was thinking. Blueblood looked down at his hooves and fidgeted, uncomfortable with the silence between them. "Do you...want to?"

---

Ten minutes later, they were both facing each other on Blueblood's bed. "And nopony has to know about this?" Slipstream asked again. "You promise, right?"

Blueblood slid closer to his friend and put a hoof on his shoulder. "This never leaves the room," he said. "We won't even talk about it afterwards if you don't want to, so there's no pressure. Just relax."

"Okay," Slipstream said. He had already removed his armor and set it next to the bed. "What do we do first?"

"We could get closer," Blueblood suggested. "I'm a pony, not a pincushion." he wrapped his hind legs around Slipstream's waist and sat comfortably in the guard's lap. He was much shorter than the pegasus, so he was able to comfortably lay his head on Slipstream's chest. "You're really strong," he said, feeling the muscles underneath the blue coat. "Athletic. I like that."

Blueblood was elated when the pegasus awkwardly wrapped his front legs around him. Slipstream shifted a bit, but after a few minutes he began to relax. His hold on Blueblood slowly became less mechanical and more welcoming. Blueblood sighed gently as he nuzzled the guard's chest. "See?" he asked. "Not bad so far, is it?"

Slipstream looked away, overcome with embarrassment, but Blueblood saw just the tiniest shake of his head. "Now that we're more comfortable, would you like to move on?" A tiny nod. "Alright. How about a kiss?"

Blueblood touched Slipstream's jaw and carefully guided his head until they were looking at each other. "No rush," he said, and angled his head to the side. He leaned forward and pulled Slipstream down until their lips lightly touched.

Once again, Slipstream started out stiff and almost completely unresponsive. After a little time to get used to the idea of kissing another stallion, he began to return some of Blueblood's affection. He was momentarily thrown when Blueblood's tongue brushed against his lips, and pulled away.

At first Blueblood thought that he had gone too far. Slipstream refused to look at him, blushing profusely and trembling in his hooves. He apologized, and started to climb out of the pegasus's lap. "W-Wait," Slipstream said quietly. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Blueblood said. "We can stop here."

"Actually..." Slipstream glanced at the door, as if making sure that it was really closed. He was still too shy to look at Blueblood. "C-Could we do that again?"

Blueblood grinned and pulled Slipstream into another kiss. They started slow, and Blueblood was able to put his superior technique to work. He lightly caressed Slipstream's lips with his tongue, then gently nibbled on one. Soon Slipstream willingly opened his mouth and let Blueblood's tongue touch his own.

The kiss intensified, and Blueblood carefully pulled Slipstream over so that they were lying next to each other. They never broke contact, and became so lost in the kiss that neither knew how long it lasted. Slipstream was shy and mostly passive as his mouth was explored, but occasionally mustered the nerve to push back and do a little exploring of his own.

After a while Blueblood felt something prod against his thigh, causing Slipstream to quickly break contact and rolled over. "S-Sorry," he mumbled, trying and failing to cover himself up.

Blueblood put a hoof on his shoulder and, very slowly, rolled him onto his back. "I think you're a bit more interested in stallions than you thought," he said, indicating Slipstream's erection. It was dark blue, which complimented the much lighter shade of Blueblood's own member quite well.

He crawled on top of the larger stallion and rested his head on Slipstream's chest again, keeping his rump hovering in the air. "Still with me?" Blueblood asked as he looked up at his friend's blushing face. He could feel Slipstream's heart pounding in his chest.

Slowly, Blueblood lowered his hips. His stallionhood touched Slipstream's, causing both of them to tense up. "You're very sensitive," Blueblood said. "Have you ever been touched like this before?"

"Once," Slipstream said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "W-We didn't go any farther." His front legs wrapped around Blueblood's back, and he buried his face in the former prince's mane to hide his shame.

Blueblood shifted slightly, and the friction it caused made Slipstream grunt. He carefully rose up and allowed the pegasus to stand at attention, then sat down again. Slipstream's cobalt blue stallionhood slid between his buttocks and rubbed teasingly against his dock. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. He teased his friend a little, sliding his rump up and down while Slipstream tried to work up the nerve to say something. "We could stop here. Nopony but the two of us would know."

"A-And if we don't?"

They kissed again, and Blueblood felt him throbbing eagerly. "Use your imaginaton," he said breathlessly.

Slipstream's hooves held him a little tighter. "Alright," the pegasus said, so quietly that he seemed to be trying to keep his desire a secret even from himself.

Blueblood kissed him with more force and moaned into his mouth. He felt the stallion's tip bumping against the base of his tail once more and giggled. "I think you're ready," he said. "Hold that thought." He quickly ran into the bathroom and returned with a small bottle of lubricant. After applying a good coating, they picked up where they had left off. Blueblood reached back with his hoof to guide Slipstream into position.

"Are you s-sure about this?" Slipstream asked. "I-I mean, I've never been with a stallion before. What if I do something wrong?" His tip prodded Blueblood's back door, and he hissed through his teeth.

Blueblood slowly leaned backward, increasing the pressure bit by bit. "You won't," he said. "Trust me." Slipstream's head popped inside, and he grunted in surprise. The pegasus gasped in shock at the sudden penetration, and Blueblood gently petted the fur on his chest. "Shh," he whispered, soothing the frantic guard. "Just relax. You're doing wonderfully."

Slipstream looked down between them as Blueblood slowly lowered his hips, watching as inch after inch of his shaft disappeared. Blueblood kissed him, and the touch of soft lips against his own distracted him from the spectacle.

By the time they parted for breath, Blueblood had taken Slipstream all the way to the hilt. In a way, all those sessions with Celestia had paid off. The former prince didn't feel uncomfortable, even though Slipstream was at least a foot in length and quite thick. It was a very tight fit, but not too tight. "Well done so far. How does it feel?"

Slipstream's hips quivered, and Blueblood could tell that he wanted to move. "Warm," he said.

"Mmm." Blueblood tantalizingly ground his rump against Slipstream's hips, earning him a surprised gasp. "Still think you're straight?"

Slipstream ran a hoof down his back affectionately. "I-I don't know. Maybe not?"

Without further delay, Blueblood raised his hips until only the last few inches of Slipstream were left inside of him. He dropped down again, and the pegasus cried out. "Crossfire's standing guard outside," Blueblood said, his voice taking on a mischievous tone. "You might want to keep it down."

Blueblood began to bounce like he was playing with one of Celestia's toys. This time, however, he got to see the results of his technique. Slipstream bit his lip and moaned, bucking his hips helplessly. "I seem to be quite good at this," the former prince thought proudly. He dropped down again, but didn't go back up. He moved against Slipstream's base, grinding hard and making the pegasus squirm.

It was quite impressive that Slipstream had lasted this long, given his inexperience. Blueblood decided that a change of position might be in order, and rolled them both over so that he was now on bottom. "Your turn," he said. "Just do what comes naturally."

Slipstream's first few thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, but soon he got the hang of it. His balls slapped against Blueblood's rump while he worked, and his coat became damp with sweat. He got rougher and rougher, until soon Blueblood was being railed with every bit of strength the athletic pegasus could muster.

Blueblood was getting close, and savored the freedom of being rutted by a pony that wasn't trying to put him in his place. For a little while, he wasn't a consort and Slipstream wasn't a guard. They were just two stallions that were deeply attracted to one another.

"I-I'm almost there!" Slipstream warned. "Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!" Blueblood wrapped his hind legs around his lover's waist and held on tightly. Confusion passed across Slipstream's face, followed closely by shock. He grunted like an animal and slammed hard into Blueblood's ass once, twice, three times...and finally came.

In retrospect, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Slipstream was so pent up. He filled Blueblood to the brim and beyond, thick loads of his cum gushing out with such force that he could have given Celestia a run for her money. They clung to each other for dear life, Slipstream crying out passionately while Blueblood moaned with satisfaction.

Once Slipstream had finally finished, Blueblood rolled them over again. He sat up and looked at his pegasus with a naughty grin, stroking his cock furiously. "My turn now," he said. He could tell that this was going to be one of the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, and it would certainly the most important. After all, it was his first with Slipstream.

Just as his balls were beginning to tighten, the door flew open. "What's going on in here!?" Crossfire shouted. "Is everypony alright? What's...oh."

"You have got to be KIDDING me!" Blueblood thought, already too far gone to stop. He tried to pull the blankets up to cover them, but only lost his balance and fell forward while he was distracted. He ended up nose to nose with the stallion that had pumped him full of cum only moments before. They were completely vulnerable, locked together with their hind legs spread wide open for the unintended audience. Blueblood gritted his teeth and came, coating Slipstream's chest with his spunk as Crossfire's eyes widened in shock. One powerful spurt even hit the pegasus under the chin. He had been right about this being intense, but he wished that it could have been private.

The door slammed shut as Blueblood's orgasm was ending, and he sighed regretfully. "We should have locked the door."

Slipstream nodded. "I-I could get court-martialed over this," he said nervously.

"Crossfire won't say anything," Blueblood assured him. "Not after we kept his secret. You have nothing to worry about." He looked over the mess he'd made and smiled. "At least, you won't once you've taken a shower."

Slipstream pulled out of Blueblood when he was able and quickly trotted into the bathroom. Blueblood cleaned himself up, having much less work to do than his guard, and changed the sheets on his bed. By the time the pegasus had finished with his shower, he was already lying under the covers and contemplating sleep.

His eyes may have been closed, but Blueblood could still hear the sound of metal sliding against tile. He saw Slipstream trying to slip his armor back on, and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"I-I'm, um, g-going back to work." Slipstream stared at the floor and gulped. Blueblood restrained himself from squealing at how cute he looked, but it wasn't easy. "I-I mean, it's...I've still got a job to do."

Blueblood motioned for him to come closer, but Slipstream hesitated. He was right to be cautious, because Blueblood grabbed him the moment he was close enough and pulled him into bed. "There," the former prince said as he threw the blanket over both of them. He buried his face in Slipstream's chest, sighing happily as he cuddled with his new mate. "This is much better, isn't it?"

---

As usual, Celestia was feeling extremely depressed after threatening to resort to violence. Cashmere trotted into her chambers, a chocolate cake balanced on her back. She set the desert next to the bed and climbed up to nestle against her lover's snowy white body. "I said I wanted to be alone," the princess grumbled.

Cashmere put her hoof around Celestia's shoulders. "You did the right thing."

"I did not!" Celestia snapped. "I should have put a stop to all of this nonsense before it ever got this far. This problem with Genosco was my fault."

"Genosco is a misogynistic bastard," the pegasus said. "And he's a terrible ruler. You did everything you could to turn him down gently, but he wouldn't have been happy until his mark was branded into your flank. There's no reasoning with a person like that."

Celestia refused to look at her bedmate. The goddess glared at the covers beneath her with tears of frustration brimming in her eyes. "I should have been there," she said, her voice cracking as she spoke. "He needed me."

"All of your subjects need you," Cashmere reminded her. "And you give them everything you possibly can. You'd happily lay down your life if you thought it would help even the lowliest of your ponies, and they all know it." She guided Celestia's face upward so that they were looking at each other. "I know it. You're a wonderful ruler, honey. I've never heard of anypony more devoted, and I've been studying for a long time."

It took a bit more coaxing, but eventually the sun goddess gave a reluctant smile. "That's more like it," Cashmere said happily. "Now, how about that cake?"

"The spell is almost ready," Celstia said as they ate. Chocolate cake was one of her only weaknesses, and her bedmate preyed on it shamelessly. "I just have to work out a few more kinks. After that..."

"I know," Cashmere said, and leaned against Celestia's much larger body. "I'm looking forward to it."

---

Time for a question! Cashmere and Celestia might be planning to have a foal! Which of them do you think should carry it? I haven't quite decided yet. Pregnant Celestia, or Celestia breeding her mare? This isn't a vote, but I'd love to hear what you guys think about it.

This chapter's lovely image came from the talented Diction. Just look at that cute little grin he's got! He isn't quite back to his old self yet, but he's getting there. His punishment won't last much longer!

Like the story? Let us know in the comments! Thanks for reading, and happy clopping.

Edit: For some reason, I had this marked as a hidden story. Oops!