Lessons in Diplomacy by DCFTEF

(Celestia / Cadance, Blueblood)

F/ff, bent over, switch, non-consensual

 

(12/05/2016)

 

 

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Princess Celestia, High Monarch of all Equestria and General Secretary of the League of Friendly Nations looked out her window as she finished up a bit of diplomatic work. The laughter of foals was an uncommon thing to hear in Canterlot Castle...it made her smile to hear it, mingled with the rustling of trees in her garden and the tweeting of birds. Soon this paperwork would be wrapped up and she could go outside to join them.

Celestia had ruled over her country for thousands of years, but she'd never raised a foal of her own. There was always the option of adopting a little colt or filly, but the Princess knew that would be terribly unfair to the foal. Being Princess meant long hours, frequent travel and the danger of assassination. Better that an orphan be adopted into a humble, loving home that could give the foal all the love and attention it needed than to have a 'mother' who'd have to squeeze time into her schedule for a child. Having her own foal would have to remain a pleasant day-dream for Celestia.

But occasionally, the Princess found an opportunity to spend some time with her younger subjects. Today she had visitors...a young filly and colt, each from families with Royal lineage. Since governmental power was now split between the Crown Princess and local municipalities the titles these families held were just for show and tradition's sake...but the families were still rich and influential. Being born rich was not a requirement for becoming a leader in Equestria, but it sure gave a young foal a good head start.

As a consequence, Celestia got to know all the young colts and fillies born into these important, ex-Royal families. They could grow up to be her administrators, advisers and military Generals. An advantage of being immortal was that she'd known most of her government functionaries since foalhood.

 

This day's guests were a little Prince and Princess.

Blueblood; a white unicorn colt with golden mane and Cadance, a real Alicorn...a rare thing in these days. Neither had their Cutie Mark yet but someday these two might hold high positions in the Equestrian government, so Celestia was eager to get to know them both.

Celestia dotted her last 'i' and crossed the final 't' before rolling up her scroll and sending it off to the Zebra Prime Minister. She stretched, happy to be finished and eager to feel grass instead of marble under her hooves.

 

Celestia's private garden was filled with exotic flowers and animals. In addition, she'd asked her assistant to purchase a few expensive toys in case the foals got bored. But despite her efforts, and the beauty of her garden the two visiting foals had done what foals everywhere do; they'd located a big pile of dirt near the groundskeepers shack to play in.

 

Quietly, the Princess approached, watching her two young guests play. To her dismay though the pair were not playing nicely.

 

The foals were busy building on the dirt pile. Blueblood had a castle built out of rocks and sticks on top of the pile, Cadance had constructed a village of mud houses, with a river and defensive wall near the base.

Celestia rolled her eyes.

It sounded like a session of the Equestrian Parliament.

Actually, the Princess realized, these foals have worked politics into their play. These were exactly the skills they'd need to practice for a life of service to Equestria.

 

She let them continue.

 

Celestia giggled quietly at their dispute, but the fight began to get nasty.

Blueblood called her bluff;

 

The white colt was first to lose his temper. He pushed a clod of loose dirt off the top of the pile, causing a mini-landslide which covered half of Cadance's town and dammed her carefully dug out river. Before Celestia could react, the pink filly escalated, scrambling up the hill and tackling Blueblood right off the peak. They rolled around in the dirt, shoving, pulling hair and cursing each others name.

 

Subtlety was not working and that was cause for concern. On the other side of the garden wall was the Canterlot Sculpture Garden, which held a certain statue that might react unpredictably to any discord in its vicinity. Celestia knew she had to end this quickly.

Accompanied by a blinding flash of sunlight her booming 'Royal Canterlot' voice was enough to freeze Cadance & Blueblood. They looked at their situation and simultaneously realized that their behavior was extremely un-royal. They scrambled to get up, pushing and shoving each other as they did. Princess Celestia waited patiently, but with a look on her face that sent a chill down both foals spines.

 

Celestia kept her voice calm and measured. She was displeased with them but had to remember that she was their absolute Monarch and demigod. Without even trying she could be terrifying...more than once she'd unintentionally reduced a grown stallion to tears with a simple admonishment. Two blank-flank foals would require gentle, but stern, handling.

The Princess motioned toward a burbling fountain directly behind her.

 

Shooting a disdainful glance at each other, the two foals scurried past on opposite sides of their Princess, keeping a respectful distance from Her Majesty. They washed on opposite sides of the fountain too.

Cadance and Blueblood immediately began yelling recriminations, each tying to yell loudest so the Princess would know they were the innocent party and their enemy should be banished and locked in a dungeon in the place they were banished to.

She spoke softly, but it was enough to silence both foals.

 

As they rinsed a surprising amount of dirt out of their coats Princess Celestia lectured;

Blueblood got a satisfied look on his face.

Cadance stuck her tongue out at Blueblood.

They both meekly replied;

 

Celestia deemed that they were sufficiently cleaned so she parted the clouds and brought down a warm sunbeam. She called up a breeze and in seconds the shivering foals were both dry. Now they were shivering for a different reason.

 

 

She put her Royal hoof up and they stopped.

Cadance and Blueblood whimpered, but obeyed. They still would not agree on anything though, so Blueblood held out his right hoof and Cadance offered her left. They trembled in anticipation of whatever was to come, but the Princess did not do anything horrible to their hooves. Instead she levitated a ribbon over to them and tied their two fetlocks together.

Cadance nodded. Blueblood tried to score a few mercy points by showing off his horticultural knowledge;

 

Blueblood gasped.

Both foals cried in protest, vociferously pleading that it was all their rival's fault and they were the innocent party. Celestia needed to raise her voice a bit;

 

Tears in their eyes, Cadance and Blueblood stumbled out to the tree, neither willing to compromise enough to co-ordinate their walking.

The colt complained;

Cadance snorted angrily;

She stopped (yanking Blueblood to a stop with her) and asked;

 

Taking on a haughty demeanor, Blueblood held his nose in the air and replied;

The filly gave him a doubting look;

Blueblood fell to his knees and wailed;

Cadance felt a tinge of sympathy, but she had her own worries.

A few tears were already pooling up in her eyes, but nothing like the tantrum Blueblood was having.

 

In a huff they tried to turn their backs on each other as well as they could with hooves tied together. Cadance snapped;

He buried his face in his one free arm and cried;

 

Cadance was silent for a moment. Finally, she replied;

Blueblood didn't believe her.

He sobbed in fear and anger. By the default rules of polite society he was doomed to the more terrible spanking. The world was unfair and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

Cadance's voice was kind, sincere.

She pointed at a medium sized branch with no knots in it.

 

Blueblood sniffled, but felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.

Cadance answered him with a nod.

Now, from the depths of despair, hope flowed back into Blueblood. Now it was his turn to choose and he had the power! His eyes were drawn to a heavy, gnarled switch, full of sharp, stinging knots. It was exactly the kind of implement he'd been dreading just a minute ago. A switch like that would serve that annoying alicorn right!

Calling him names...

Questioning his ability to run a Kingdom made of rocks and mud...

And the fight was her fault...she'd tackled him first.

 

But he looked over at Princess Cadance.

Her eyes were not full of fear, or anger. She looked at him plainly...honestly...and Blueblood realized, she expected the same mercy she'd afforded him. She would not demand it or beg for it. The choice was Blueblood's, and something in his heart told him what a true gentlecolt must do.

 

Cadance agreed.

Blueblood looked at his fetlock, still tied to Cadance.

Though neither foal said anything they both realized at that moment; this is exactly what Princess Celestia wanted.

 

In a few minutes the two returned to the patio. Though their gait was awkward they moved together.

Cadance, then Blueblood handed their switches over for inspection. They waited nervously as the Princess levitated them in front of her, looking them over carefully.

The colt nodded and offered a quick 'yes ma'am'

She nodded as well.

They replied in unison;

This time their response was a little more somber;

 

The binding ribbon fell away as Celestia's spell dissipated.

Cadance & Blueblood gave one last mournful look and did as they were told. They both turned to their left, counter-clockwise. It was a far cry from stumbling over each other a few minutes ago. They had learned fast and that pleased the Princess. This would not need to take long.

 

Both foals trembled as they felt Celestia's magic lift their tails straight up.

Any second now...

*THWACK!*

Apparently Celestia did not know the rule that ladies are supposed to go first, she gave Blueblood a cut first...but Cadance did not have to wait long;

*THWACK!*

Controlling two switches at once was no challenge for the most magically powerful being in Equestria. She swapped back and forth between the foals;

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

 

They were smarting; a hickory switch did not need many applications to make a memorable impression on a naughty foal. As they sniffled and whimpered, waiting for more Celestia allowed them a breather.

Neither foal wanted to say 'yes' but neither of them had the nerve to say 'no' to their ruler. In the end all they managed to get out were a few nervous squeaks.

The Princess touched both switches to their respective rumps, causing their owners to twitch in fear...then swung both rods at once;

*THWACK!* *THWACK!*

*THWACK!* *THWACK!*

*THWACK!* *THWACK!*

The two very sorry ponies wailed, fearing that what had come before was the only warm-up they would get, and the ordeal was just beginning.

 

But Princess Celestia stopped.

 

Surprised beyond words, the two young penitents did not move at first. Was that really all? It hurt, but they had both expected much worse. Slowly, timidly, they accepted that the spanking might really be over. Surely the Princess wouldn't joke about something like this?

 

Cadance was first to speak.

Celestia's eyebrows rose.

Both foals waved their front hooves emphatically, lowering their rumps and answering;

 

She leaned down and told them in a less formal tone;

It was a huge relief to both foals.

 

That was a Royal Command both youngsters were happy to obey. Celestia watched them run away, a little gingerly, nursing their sore behinds. Someday one of these foals might be called on for a very important task. Celestia could feel something coming in the deep currents of magic that ran through her land. Sometime in the next 15 to 20 years a long forgotten Empire would magically return to the North of Equestria. She would need some pony to run it, and both of these foals would be of age by then.

 

But that was far off. Who could know how this young Princess & Prince would grow up to be? For now she let them play.

But like before they turned their noses up at the sumptuous private garden, they ignored the expensive toys...and headed straight for the dirt pile. In short order the Kingdom was rebuilt. This time the rocks were split up more equitably and Cadance built a new road past the town and up to the castle so everypony could share in the prosperity Blueblood's trade would bring in. They agreed to be co-Prince & Princess of the new realm, as long as that did not require them to hold hooves, kiss, or do anything gross like that.

 

And they got absolutely filthy.

groaned Celestia,

But then she remembered;

 

It's good to be the Princess.

 

END