Title:           Prince Blueblood x Atlas
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 12th of September 2013 04:48:37 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 12th of September 2013 04:48:37 AM CDT

With a muted 'pop', Prince Blueblood dropped the colt's member from his mouth and smiled up from between his grey legs.
 
"And you say you're only working here for the summer?"
 
Atlas shivered at the tone the Prince used. No adult ever spoke to him in such a way that made his mind swim with images of what had just been done to him.
 
"Y-Yes, sir... I needed some extra bits to pay for-" Oh no! He couldn't possibly risk embarrassing himself in front of the Prince by mentioning... that.
 
"Hmm?" Blueblood lazily tilted his head to one side, laying it against the colt's thigh. "Well, whatever it is, if you do a good job here there'll be a large tip for you, my boy."
 
He considered this a job? For Atlas it was heaven; no filly would look at him twice and yet here the Prince himself had practically thrown himself at the colt. His earlier misgivings about staying behind in his room were long since pushed out by other, more salacious thoughts.
 
"I-I always aim t-to please, si-AH!"
 
And just like that, the lovely warm wet sensation of the Prince's tongue wrapped itself around his penis. Atlas' eyes crossed and he shut them tight, his hooves sliding down to lose themselves in the thick golden locks of the mane that tickled his thighs. Something was building in him, something that felt incredible the longer the Prince did was he was doing.
 
"S-Sir, I can't... I..."
 
He cracked open an eye, glancing down to see the Prince staring back up with a cocked eyebrow. The only response he made was to flick his tongue out and against Atlas' balls, sending the colt into a spasm that pushed the Prince further down on his length.
 
If he could just have stayed like that, it would have been enough to push him over the edge but when Blueblood hoisted his hindlegs over his shoulders it was too much. His nose pressed against Atlas' pelvis, hot air blowing over his stomach and the saliva trailing down between his legs to nestle between the cheeks of his rump left the colt grunting and humping against the Prince's mouth.
 
Only a long, low moan left his lips as the pressure that'd been building within him was finally released. Channeled through his body and right down into the organ bobbing on the Prince's tongue, Atlas was lost to a world of pleasure. When the Prince kissed him it was a strange, wonderful feeling; doing something so utterly adult with somepony who wanted to do it. This was leagues ahead of it, ahead of the hoof he'd used to stroke it and the whispered words of what it'd be like.
 
Whimpering quietly, Atlas gave a few last thrusts as the last drops of his semen were eagerly lapped up by the Prince. Still licking his softening member, Blueblood grinned up to him.
 
"My, you certainly have a lot to give for colt your age, hmm?"
 
Through the haze of lingering pleasure and fatigue, Atlas heard shuffling but let his head fall to one side.
 
"I didn't know... that would happen..."
 
"Ahh, not to worry, my boy. I assure you, it was most appreciated." The Prince's voice was getting closer now. "Not like those filthy colts from those backwaters, you have the refined taste of a fine Canterlot stallion in the making."
 
He could feel Blueblood's breath on his cheek and, turning back, was greeted by the sight of two soft blue eyes and a softer smile over his head.
 
"But one must always repay others for their kindness, wouldn't you agree?"
 
Oh Celestia, what was he going to do? Tell his manager? Tell his parents? Tell... Princess Celestia?
 
"S-Sir, I-I'll do anything!"
 
"Hmm." The Prince stood and slowly walked forward, Atlas' eyes bulging at the sight of the stallion's muscled body. "All I ask is that you return the favour, my boy."
 
There, swinging between his hind legs was a monster almost as long as Atlas' foreleg. It throbbed rhythmically and at the tip, a single line of moisture like the one on his own ran down the length and dripped.
 
Atlas leaned forward, remembering how the Prince had tasted him and stretched out his tongue just under the tip. The drop of precum landed on it, giving him a taste that was sharp like citrus but slightly salty. It was a taste he was intent on experiencing more.
 
"Mmm, that's it, take your time, my boy. One must sample a stallion's seed like a fine wine, enjoying its aged scent beforeHNNGH!"
 
Atlas didn't really hear Blueblood and didn't really care what he might've been saying. That taste had awoken something within the colt, something that pushed him to press his lips to the tip of that long black shaft and kiss it as softly as the Prince had kissed him. His eyes fluttered shut and he let the droplets of precum that spilled forth roll over his lips and tongue.
 
As if by instinct, his hoof rose to steady the cock that throbbed and threatened to break free of his hold. The Prince had been kind in his gentleness, stroking and licking Atlas' member and the colt could think only of his words, repaying that kindness. Even if he wasn't quite sure what he was doing, the fact that Blueblood was moaning above him was enough to let him know he was doing something right.
 
"You-You're quite the eager colt, aren't you? Mmph, don't be afraid to go further; one must always count one's blessings in being tended to by such a fine, supple young thing as you."
 
If a filly had spoken those honeyed words to him, Atlas might have considered himself blessed. But here, now, with the image of the Prince's face scrunched up in pleasure filling his mind, he wanted more.
 
The Prince had slipped his lips over the tip of his cock, couldn't he do the same. Pulling back, Atlas' eyes bulged as he took in the enormity of the organ throbbing in front of his face. If he stretched his mouth as wide as it could go he could probably just about fit the tip in but anything more would be too much. The sight of his saliva dripping from the head of the Prince's member made such concerns difficult to focus on, however.
 
 
Inching forward again, Atlas pressed his lips against the tip as he'd done before but this time didn't stop as he pressed on. Above him, the Prince's voice rose in volume and pitch until he was left grunting out half formed words of encouragement to the colt. Sensing that moistening the tip might make its passage easier, Atlas swirled his tongue over it in wide circles. The Prince's legs buckled and only through some effort did he stop himself from falling on the colt below.
 
Still pressing himself on, Atlas let the cock do most of the work in stretching his mouth open. Precum now ran freely from it, trickling over his tongue and filling his throat with the rich taste. It was impossible to stifle a groan and once again, the Prince nearly lost his footing though this time began to shift himself forward. Surprised by the pressure, Atlas began to lean back until his head hit the lace frill of the pillow and Blueblood finally stopped.
 
Looking back, the colt could see that his partner had lowered his forelegs down while angling his low and stretching his legs. At this vantage, he was at the Prince's mercy; one quick thrust and his throat would be filled by the thick appendage. The thought was... exciting.
 
"Hah-Hah... let's... let's give you a break, then."
 
On shaky legs, the Prince pulled out with some effort. Atlas let out a long gasp, only then realising the breath that he'd been holding the entire time. His hoof took up the slack of holding the cock in place while gently stroking it to ensure more of that delicious fluid would be his.
 
"My, you're... quite the thirsty young thing, aren't you? What say we help one another out?"
 
Before he could make a reply, the Prince lightly thrust forward; with his hoof angling the member perfectly, it slid past Atlas' lips and a few inches into his mouth. The colt's eyes bulged and he struggled to keep his gag muscles in check while the thick invader throbbed harder than before, more of that fluid streaming out.
 
"Mmm! Just... Just relax, breath through your nose and... you'll find yourself alright, my boy!"
 
The Prince hadn't led him astray yet and the idea of losing out both on any kind of tip and the chance for more fun wasn't one Atlas was willing to consider; closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, the colt found his panic subsiding and the taste and scent of the male above him beginning to come to the fore of his senses.
 
"Excellent work! I daresay your talents are wasted waiting on the clientèle here, perhaps I shall find myself in need of an aide when the summer is OH!"
 
Atlas wound his tongue around the tip and shaft of the cock in his mouth, eagerly lapping at the outflow of fluids. Now free of the need to balance him, his hooves went to work stroking what inches the stallion couldn't get into his mouth. The thing felt hot and hard and every time his hooves reached the point near the Prince's balls it would throb, oozing a thick gob of precum into his waiting throat.
 
Was this what it'd been like for Blueblood? He was a lot smaller and he didn't have any problems going all the way down his length. Just thinking about it made Atlas rub his hind legs together, already feeling his own member twitch and stir back to life. Even the moans he heard above him drove his arousal on, eventually moving him to reach one hoof down and stroke his rapidly hardening length in time to the other.
 
"Ah... Ah... A-Atlas, wasn't it? Oh never mind, I'm going to need you to hold your breath."
 
The Prince's head came into view and Atlas' eyes locked with the older stallion's.
 
"When I give the word, take a breath and hold it, alright? Remember not to panic, this should feel simply marvellous for both of us."
 
Atlas nodded as much as he could and resumed looking down between the two snow-white legs on either side of himself. Every muscle in those thighs rippled as Blueblood shifted himself slightly, spreading his hind legs further apart.
 
"Hold!"
 
 
Taking as much of a breath as he could, Atlas watched as the muscles in the stallion's legs went taut again but this time was followed by the same kind of quick thrust as earlier. Continuing to suck and stroke the cock with his tongue, it throbbed and shifted forward another inch, pressing against the back of his mouth. There it stopped but the Prince continued his thrusts, each time tapping his member against Atlas' tonsils.
 
"Ngh! Gah... Wait... Wait..."
 
Atlas watched in silent regret as the Prince started to stand back, pulling his cock out. Had he done something wrong? He'd only been told to hold his breath, it wasn't his fault he couldn't fit it all down there...
 
"I'm afraid we're going about this the wrong way, my boy. I'm going to need to turn about and... yes, this will be much better for both of us."
 
Sparing a moment's thought to how the Prince was shaking so strongly, Atlas nodded and lay still as the stallion slowly turned himself about, above.
 
"Now then, could you shuffle down a tad?"
 
Atlas did as he was bade, eyes wide and full of the swaying balls and cock above him.
 
"I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to cause trouble. Gimme a second I'll figure out what-"
 
"Nonsense!" The mirthful tone caught him off guard as did the wide smile the Prince wore as he looked down between his legs. "A simple oversight on my part, you were performing admirably. Just keep it up and we'll both come out of this."
 
Licking his lips, the colt nodded and lay his head back against the sheets. He splayed his legs out and took in the sight above him: the tip of Blueblood's cock was now leaking precum at a rate that left him with his mouth open and constantly swallowing.
 
"Alright, just as before, when I give the word hold your breath."
 
Blueblood thrust forward lightly but cursed quietly under his breath, missing his mark. Of course, Atlas thought, he'd had to use his hooves to angle the Prince down again. Fair was fair, no need to put all the work on him.
 
 
Taking another thrust, the stallion let out a long, low moan as his cock slid back into the colt's eagerly awaiting mouth. Atlas was just glad to have his throat filled with the taste both of the Prince's musk and his secretions. This was a lot better than the wine he'd been offered earlier.
 
"Hmhm! I see somepony's ready for action again."
 
The words were punctuated by the sensation of Blueblood's hot breath over the colt's member. Each time he breathed out, Atlas struggled not to moan. Just thinking about the Prince's tongue swirling over his penis made his head swim.
 
"Hold!"
 
Quicker to action this time, Atlas took a deep breath and slid his forelegs around the Prince's stomach. Instead of prodding against the back of his throat, as the intruding cock had previously, it now inched its way down.
 
"Oh moon and sun... I-I'm going to have to take you on, Atlas! I need a colt like--mmph--like you!"
 
Atlas, for his own part, was too taken up with how his world had turned to one of pleasure. The sensation of the Prince's cock throbbing in the depths of his throat, that hot breath that inched ever closer to his own, the hot taste of the fluids that were pouring into hist stomach... it was almost too much and left the colt thrusting the air in front of Blueblood's face futilely.
 
"Yes, my sweet little servant, your prince requires more of you!"
 
If he had breath to make a sound with, Atlas would've been left a whimpering mess as the Prince descended on his cock with lips and tongue in full effect. Bobbing up and down, releasing him, slathering his thighs in saliva and ducking down to the puckered little hole under his tail; Atlas was only dimly aware of how his lungs began to burn.
 
As if anticipating his need Blueblood pulled back, enough to let the colt take another few breaths before thrusting forward with more strength than before.
 
 
"Mm... Mmph! Ah! Atlas... I-I'm going to have to start a rhythm, just... just follow it as best you can and I assure you it will be more than worth its weight in gold!"
 
The long black member slid easily into the colt's throat this time, now that he knew what to expect. Atlas hooves travelled the length of Blueblood's hind legs to his hock before reaching over to rub his balls. That was where he'd felt his own need and if it helped his Prince release all that mounting tension faster he would do whatever it took.
 
Blueblood released the colt's cock and buried his face into the sheets, groaning and grunting with abandon. His slow, easy movements into and out of the colt sped up and became haphazard, the muscles in his thighs flexing with each exertion.
 
Atlas hooves gripped the shaking legs and pulled on them, lust overcoming all sense. His Prince had spared nothing in pleasuring him, he would offer no less.
 
"Atlas hold fast, I-"
 
Blueblood's words were lost in a heaved groan as his legs buckled and his cock was buried in the colt's throat. With one final throb, orgasm overcame the stallion and he emptied himself into Atlas. The colt drank all he could, eyes bulging at the volume offered to him; his own seemed like a few drops in comparison to this.
 
Grunting, Blueblood hauled himself to one side, pulling his cock from Atlas' mouth with a loud, wet 'plop' as more semen continued to spill forth over the colt's face.
 
In time, his orgasm subsided and Atlas regained his breath and composure. He looked up and saw a smile on his Prince's face and while fatigued, stood on shaky legs and moved up to embrace him. Blueblood's foreleg quickly fell over his shoulders and drew him into a tight embrace as the Prince lapped the remaining cum from his face.
 
"My... My word, Atlas, however did a colt like you find himself working here? Mmm," he moaned, nuzzling into Atlas' neck as his eyes fell shut, "I shall see to it that my household hires you as my personal aide. A colt like you would do well at my side."
 
His voice trailed off quietly, after Atlas had fallen asleep against Blueblood's chest. Smiling, the Prince lay his head over his partner's and fell into the blissful slumber of the utterly satisfied.