Street Smart walked into Blue Blood's room, as the "newly turned" Thestral was still getting used to his sleep schedule. It had only been three cycles, since he was turned, so it could be forgiven, he didn't automatically wake at night...
Especially given Luna's moon was an eternal night. The body itself generated the Darkness of night. Protecting the Thestrals from the nearby sun. Without the sun rise... it was easy to hibernate.
Street Smart was old enough to remember the burning light of Celestia's sun. He'd actually gotten used to it, after 700 years of enduring the cycle of "Day" and "Night"... and while that cycle continued for the worlds... it was always night on Luna's Moon... which really messed with the Thestrals instincts, to sleep during the day.
So now, Street Smart didn't hold it against his young charge, for sleeping during the night... even if his mate managed to get up at a respectable hour.
"Come on, pup," Street Smart smirked, at the sound of sleepy groaning. "It's time for breakfast."
Blue Blood groaned more, but slowly sat up. The slits in his still blue eyes, constricted from sleep. Slowly dilating to the dark.
The turning process had made his horn curve back more, though still obviously a unicorn horn, due to his origins. With his wings being a lovely grey, with gold bones. The same gold color his yellow mane, and tail, had darkened to. His coat was still a pure white, which was rare for Thestrals, but it could be his living planet genes.
Such descendants might rarely have the immortality of a Celestial, but they nearly always had the gorgeous looks.
"Please tell me it's not pears again," Blue Blood dragged himself out of bed, and headed to the bathroom for his waking rituals.
Street Smart rolled his eyes, "The Castle staff fed you pears once, since you turned. You don't have to keep whining about it."
Blue Blood stopped, and pouted up at the older Bat pony. Still not used to the fact the stallion was taller then him... Bluey was convinced, the older Thestral had some Saddle Arabian blood, but the Stallion never confirmed it.
"Whining would be unbecoming of a Prince," Blue Blood insisted, and definitely not in a whiny voice.
"And yet, you whine," Street Smart smirked. "Now go relieve your royal bladder."
Bluey blushed but went into the bathroom, trying to hold himself with dignity.
Once Bluey finished his "morning" rituals, such as cleaning his hooves and brushing his teeth, he followed his mentor... and step great grandfather, out of the white Thestral's chambers, and down to breakfast.
Street Smart had been one, of millions, of applicants. All Wanting to turn the Prince... although Street Smart, in his video application, said he was only doing this as a dare. As he believed Blue Blood, from his reputation, would make a terrible apprentice, and what the colt really needed was a good spanking.
Blue Blood had been mortified, when Luna chose him. Not only for him being unafraid to actually discipline her spoiled descendant, but because the red stallion insisted claiming a Progeny shouldn't be a competition. That the dark gift should be given to somepony you cherish. Someone you were willing to spend eternity with. How it shouldn't be given to some random stranger, to win you a cookie from the nobles.
Basically, Luna was intrigued, the Thestral only sent her an application, in order to scold her. Her, the ruler of the worlds, and the physical manifestation of the Moon they lived on... the sheer audacity of this Thestral...
Luna immediately contacted Street Smart, and asked him to meet Bluey. To get to know him, and if he agreed the boy was worthy, he could turn him... but only when he thought the colt was ready.
For the next 5 years, Blue Blood was the Stallion's "Familiar". Having to earn the right to be turned, just like any other Candidate.
The only difference was Luna was too be informed how, when, and why, Bluey was punished.
Street Smart disliked having to write reports on what should have been his charge alone, but Luna never interfered... not even when Bluey complained to her. Not whined, complained. Only to remind Bluey that he had agreed to be turned the proper way.
Luna ended up spending a lot of time with Street Smart... although he wasn't named the royal consort until 7 years after Bluey was deemed worthy to turn.
Luna made sure to keep things at "Friendship", and never hint at anything else, until after Bluey was turned. So as to not affect Street Smart's decision... although she did understand she was developing feelings for him, early on.
To which, in typical stallion obliviousness, Street Smart didn't pick up on. It didn't help, any reasonable pony, wouldn't think a ruler of an Empire, would fall for them.
Street Smart was strict, but he was also compassionate. He may have been unafraid of disciplining the younger Stallion, but he never did so unjustly. All Blue Blood's punishments... he could now admit he earned... however embarrassing...
Author's Note:
The Italics passage reference age play, feel free to skip. The chapter will get back to more normal stuff afterwards.
Like when he was rude to a maid. And Street Smart called her to witness Bluey being spanked, then put into a diaper, before forcing the colt to apologize... and requesting she spank him to...
Bluey was an adult, trying to prove himself worthy of becoming a Thestral... so he had to submit to the punishments, of his own free will... even if they were harsher then what a real child would receive...
Still he was thankful, when the maid said she thought he'd been punished enough. And Street Smart nodded approvingly.
Bluey was even allowed to stay in their quarters, as he endured his humiliating diaper punishment... that time at least.
Fancy had decided not to be turned, but he was very supportive of Blue Blood, as the blonde acted as the bat pony's servant.
It wasn't just servitude, either, Street Smart would talk to Bluey, learning about him. Yes, Bluey was a bit spoiled and demanding, but he had a good work ethic, and a silver tongue... and was more then what he showed the worlds.
On Luna's insistence, Bluey had showed the red stallion his secret room, filled with comics and action figures... and Plushies... and Street Smart added a changing table in there, as well as a Naughty corner... He insisted Bluey would come to like them, if he gave them a chance. Given the Race Car Bed, and childish carpet Bluey already had in there...
Street had smiled, and said this "Turning thing" might actually work. Given he liked treating those he turned as foals.
They never did Anything sexual, as to Street this wasn't sexual. He couldn't have foals naturally, although that wasn't a common disorder for bat ponies, and their were laws about turning children, as they would stay children. So Street just got into the habit of treating his progenies as his children... to which Bluey blushingly agreed to try.
Luna just would have found someone else, if Bluely wasn't willing to give it a try.
Bluey didn't like diapers, so Street kept those as a punishment... but after a life of being "The Perfect Prince", he enjoyed a good deal of the lifestyle he was introduced to... just not how public Street was about it...
Apparently, Auntie Celestia was into this stuff to, but she kept it private... and was a caregiver... on account of having watched so many of her children die, over her long life. Someone who wanted to stay her child, for nearly as long as they lived, were truly treasured consorts to her.
• End age-play talk, on with the rest of the chapter.
Bluey blushed as Street Smart kneeled down to nuzzle him, he was getting more used to these public displays of affection.
He'd never had such an open parental figure before. Not even from Celestia, who liked to maintain her royal mask in public, and taught Bluey to do the same. Auntie was very affectionate when they were in their private chambers, and never cruel or cold to him when they were outside them... but she wasn't one to cuddle him as they walked through the halls of the palace.
Regardless, none of the staff batted an eye. Not even when Street Smart draped a leathery wing over him... and they walked like that, all the way to the dining hall.
Unlike Celestia, Luna ate none of her meals with the nobility. Meal time was family time, as far as the living moon was concerned.
"Good morning, Royal Consort," Fancy Pants greeted the older Stallion. Being sure to greet him first, as was proper.
The unicorn... was still a unicorn. Luna had merely cast a "Duel Life Force" spell on Fancy. Connecting him to Bluey, after the prince was turned.
It was more dark magic, but didn't come with all the benefits, of Thestrals. It just kept him at his current age... by tying his magic to Bluey. If Bluey died, so would Fancy. It was kinda romantic like that...
Fancy actually COULDN'T die, so long as Bluey was around. It had been Luna's wedding gift...
"Morning baby," Fancy gave Bluey a kiss, enjoying how Bluey blushed, but didn't pull back, like he used to whenever they were in public.
He might not understand the lifestyle his Stallion got into. But he loved the confidence Bluey gained from it.
"Grampa!" Stealthy Intellect smiled, trotting over. His three foals in specially designed Saddle bags.
Stealthy now had a full set. His daughter, an Earth fox pony. Then his first born, a horned Thestral, looking a lot like Street Smart. Then the middle colt kit, a hybrid of the two races, born without horns, but maintained his wings.
Stealth was the natural born son, of one of Street Smart's earlier progenies. Regardless, due to how Turning worked, was still a blood descendant of Street Smart.
His previous progeny, had even been blood adopted by Luna... and they had enjoyed a happy family dynamic for a full cycle... With Bluey as the baby, and Smart Alec as the big brother... they were happy...
But then Smart Alec married... and his wife died in childbirth. The Thestral then abandoned all his responsibilities... and left the Palace.
Last Street heard, the younger Stallion was living with the Zebras, as a magical craftsman.
A progeny was only really expected to stay by their Sire's side, for a few hundred years. Eventually, they were supposed to go out into the world, and make a family of their own... but Alec had been so young, only a century.
Then Stealth had gone and knocked up a Vulpony, when he was still in university... Street was beginning to wonder... if he was a bad father. However, Luna dismissed the idea. Assuring him all families had drama.