Didn't make this, grabbed it from the thread.
https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/43215837#p43249165

>be me
>prince and judging off of my father's health, soon inheritor of the Desian Kingdom
>My advisors are telling me to just wait at the castle, because it's practically inevitable that he will pass.
>I don't know how to feel about my father. He always delegated the responsibilities of raising me to others. Even my mother, rest her soul, would have quarrels with him over it.
>I suppose he didn't care. He was always staring at maps in his study.
>...
>Never the matter. I must be strong for my people.
>Though I was fit enough for royalty, the one test of my will was my betrothed princess.
>Princess Belle, of the Craceans
>My father betrothed us for a strategic deal with a neighboring country.
>Though, I wish he had got someone a bit older...
>The princess was quite youthful; I would say she hasn't seen more than 12 autumns.
>She had been moved to our estate, upon her own father's passing.
>And good Lord above, did she have an entrancing aura.
>Anytime we crossed paths (with a clump of guardians surrounding her), she always gave me a silent stare amongst the cacophony of diplomatic gestures of irrelevant people getting in between us.
>Without fail, she would profess her contained love for me in a harmless way that drew the mire of the surrounding folk. "Aww"s a plenty.
>But something about her, her stare...
>She knew something. And it troubles me.
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>I walked about the magnificent garden our dynasty had created generations ago.
>Much like the English gardens, rows and rows of tall shrubbery outlined the swathe of land we owned on the estate.
>I pecked at a few grapes I snagged from the kitchen, popping them one by one.
>I respired in thought, wondering what my first plan of action was as king.
>Honestly, no idea. Much like all unwilling kings I had read in literature of old, I desire peace.
>My father was quite dismissive of those ambitions.
>My thoughts were interrupted by a tug at the side of my tunic.
>"I found you, My Highness."
>The voice, though high and undeveloped, sounded dark. It rose the hairs on my neck.
>I turned to see the princess, by herself.
>I could've fainted at how pale I was, knowing the implications of this.
"Miss Belle!"
>I whispered sharply, looking around.
"Where are your guardians?"
>"They've lost me. Or, maybe I've lost them?" She replied as her gaze trailed off.
>I could land myself in hot, hot water if anyone were to find us here.
>There were so many safeguards in place to ensure our betrothal's stability, through separation and proper advisory...
>Though, I didn't really see the point myself.
"We shan't be seen together like this, princess! People will talk..."
>"But I wanted to see my future husband! They keep us locked away from each other too much."
>Sweetie Belle swayed her royal garment's skirt side to side, it flowing with the gentle grace of careful craftsmanship.
>Such an innocent act drew a stutter to my thoughts.
>My eyes betrayed my intentions.
>As my stare returned to the princess's own, she had adopted that same face I had come to know so many times before.
>Her smile was genuine, but her eyes...
>They carried a weight I couldn't put a finger on.
>"May we walk, my king?"
>Her words oozed out like freshly melted butter.
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>Seeing as how I was probably already going to have some words from the noble advisors, I silently nodded.
>She giggled softly, extending a hand for me to hold.
"We mustn't..."
>"I won't say a word of this, my king." the princess said, looking into my eyes intently.
>To be fair, the betrothal had set off my usual activities of going to courtship dances orchestrated by my father.
>I hadn't drawn the gaze, and definitely not the touch, of a fair maiden in what felt like ages.
>I took her hand in mine, trembling slightly at our taboo engagement.
>"You're so bashful, Prince Nemous." She said with a playful lilt.
"This isn't exactly normal for my routine, princess..."
>"You must really like me."
>My words paused, as we continued on the trail unseen to passersby.
>"Well, I like you too!" Sweetie Belle said, swinging our hands back and forth with the rhythm of our walk.
"I'm glad to hear that, Miss Belle. I hope our marriage in the future will be joyous."
>I said this in passing, to hopefully draw the deceptive language away from premarital affairs.
>"Why do we have to wait?" She asked soberly.
>...
"We are told to, princess. And we should listen."
>"That's so boooooring!" Sweetie Belle said, skipping in front of me to grab my other hand.
>"I wanna be married now! You're so handsome, my king..."
>Her eyes looked up to me in admiration, her presence getting closer than comfortable.
>Then her eyelids lowered, her aura shifting back to that previous unsettling energy.
>"And you want to be married too. I can tell." Her voice was flirtatious, to say the least.
>I was shaken. I had never come across a youth so forward.
"Miss Belle, your words carry deceit..."
>"I can see you from my window, at night."
>The princess swayed our hands side to side, innocently.
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>I say innocently, as if she hasn't entrapped me in her presence.
>"Every day we see each other, you relieve yourself that night. It isn't hard to see into your chambers."
>Like a dip into a cold lake, Sweetie Belle's words washed over me with surprise.
"Where did you learn such verbiage, young Lady?"
>I said, my voice becoming parched.
>"It looks big."
>The sound of the air hitting leaves overhead filled the silence, before I could feel my heart's beat in my ears from embarrassment.
"Princess! I have good mind to report these words to your guardians."
>"But you won't." She replied, the swaying of our hands stopping.
>"Because you want this too."
>The princess's hands invaded my loins, rubbing over my breeches softly.
>"I please myself too, watching you."
>Wave after wave of shocking acts stunned me from this young deceiver's actions.
>I found myself enjoying this too much.
>"Can I see it?" She asked, her hands already dipping under my tunic to tug at girdle of my pants.
>She looked into my eyes, and I'm sure she found consent through my gaze.
>The sliding of my clothing down my legs tickled more than usual.
>I watched as my manhood poked generously from under my tunic, my decency stolen by the bold princess.
>She sighed pleasedly, as if she had been waiting for this all along.
>Awestruck, I was quickly compelled by the morbid curiosity of this scenario.
>Sweetie Belle knelt before me, her hand sliding up to grasp my length victoriously.
>"Goodness, my king. You really wanted this..." She claimed, her eyes frequenting between my own and the subject of matter.
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>I was jolted as I witnessed the princess's tongue dart out, her eyes closing as she licked along the underside of my pride with a moan.
>The sensation almost made me double over, as I tensed my legs.
>"Mmm... I knew it would taste good."
>Sweetie Belle wasted no time, bringing her lips to the bell-end of my manhood.
>Her eyes looked up at me, finding what she wanted in my gaze.
>She smirked, her lips sliding over my tip as I noticeably hardened under her vices.
>I was seeing stars. This adolescent had entrapped me, and I was entranced with lust.
>Her small, tender lips maintained a pace of suckling my tip. Her tongue was drawing my attention with it grazing my most sensitive flesh.
>I could last here for a good while, to be honest.
>Her lips parted from my manhood, to my silent and immature dismay.
>"I want to please you, my king..."
>I watched as the princess turned, setting down unto all of her limbs.
>She reached back, here on the grassy floor, to tug at her dress.
>I looked around, amazed to find that noone was near.
>Though, at this point, too much damage had been done.
>I looked back to see something I had never before.
>The princesses undergarments, in plain view. Along with her slender legs.
>The hosiery of her leggings attached to her panties, framing a well-endowed buttocks.
>"Take me, my king. I am ready." Princess Belle said, looking over her back at me.
>Feeling almost obliged to, I knelt behind the girl.
>I reached to feel along the small of her back, my hands massaging her sides.
>I cherished this illicit privilege, our warmth shared betwixt our flesh.
>I could hear the princess audibly moan, as a reaction to my grasp no doubt.
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>My devious mind guided my hands, as they slipped down to tug at the princess's panties.
>And tug down they did, quite easily.
>As her panties wrapped around her thighs, Sweetie Belle's womanhood was in full view.
>A view bestowed only to me.
>A trail of arousal parted from the her concave lips, to her freshly removed undergarments.
>Her womanhood looked supple, and untouched.
>"I've already prepared myself for this, Your Highness..."
>I witnessed the princess's hand reach under her, using two fingers to part her youthful labia.
>"So you don't have to hold back..."
>Such privileges are well defended for a reason.
>I rested a hand on one of Miss Belle's ass cheeks, guiding my manhood to her presented entrance.
>The feeling of her wet flesh kissing mine was electrifying, and pushed me to want more.
>Though the was resistance at first, my cock had slid into her lips after a few pushes.
>And the pleasure froze me.
>And shocked her as well too.
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>We shared a moan, as our delicate parts joined at last.
>The princess's walls hugged around my bell-end eagerly, and the sensation sent shocks through my torso.
>Every motion staggered me, as I exploratively (but gently) pressed forward with every other thrust.
>I had to pause, as I was catching my breath (and also to cherish this moment without an early release)
>I could feel the princess's insides squeeze around me, whether it be from reflex or enjoyment is oblivious to me.
>"My king..."
>I looked up, to see Miss Belle tearing up.
>In this moment, as if a lever had pulled in my mind, I knew that I was to devote myself to her even further than any previous proclamations I had made before.
>She was to be protected, under my rule.
>She was perfect.
"Are you okay, my love?"
>I asked gingerly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
>"It... tickles..."
>It was then I realized she may have not experienced such a girth.
>But, there was no resistance of a virginity, as I would have broken it by now.
"I have you. You'll be alright."
>I planted a hand on the ground as I loomed over her, her head pressing against mine.
>I gently moved, my thrusts stayed soft.
>Even at this pace, I was sure to release.
>The princess's moans were indistinct from a cry or a needy moan.
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>The rhythmic feeling of the princess's buttocks against my loins was satisfying, to say the least.
>It seemed that after a few more thrusts, Sweetie Belle's cries turned to labored pants.
>She was seeming to enjoy this even moreso than I was.
>"Faster..." She beckoned.
"My queen, you will bear a child if I continue..."
>"Please..." She whispered, crooking her head to whisper into my ear.
>I'm not one to disappoint others.
>I pressed on, churning my hips swifter into the princess's rear.
>The slick feeling of her generous fluids only serving to tickle my length more.
>She was worthy of my child, her maturity professed in her wanting.
>And I could feel the peak nearing.
"I'm cumming..."
>Sweetie Belle crooked her head once more, her breath fogging into mine as I rutted her like a horny dog.
>My body tensed, as I bottomed out inside the princess.
>The crescendo of our acts had been met, as my seed warmly met her womb.
>I grunted, my hips trembling against her adolescent rear.
>Sweetie Belle's breath sharpened, and I could sense her pleasure of our shared lovemaking.
>Many thoughts went through my head, as I realized I had committed to her immature pregnancy.
>But I was certain that this was worth it.
>I met Sweetie Belle's lips, interrupting her pants with an intimate kiss.
>I groaned into her mouth, as the separation of our loins sent residual shocks through me.
>I fell to her side, pulling her onto me as our kiss continued.
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>Sweetie Belle's hands met the breadth of my chest, rubbing me with affection.
>"I've wanted that all along, Prince Nemous. Now we can be wed..."
>She rested her head on my chest, as I weighed the repercussions.
>I could hear the call of our servants reach out across the garden, as I laid back on the ground.
>I'll just change the law once I'm king...
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