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Prince Ranboo was bored. Mind numbingly bored. Honestly, he felt like he had no right to be. It seemed like he had the world at his disposal. However, life in the castle was extremely dull. His parents and older siblings were always so busy with royal life, and the servants were busy with their daily duties. Being the youngest left him with little in the way of responsibility, and far too much free time on his hands.
That is why, when he saw a bee hybrid his own age being scolded by one of the castle supervisors, his interest was so piqued. “P-please! Don’t kick me out! I have nowhere else to go, it won’t happen again I promise!” The boy begged, small wings fluttering with anxiety. He was quite pretty like that, with tears streaming down his face, Ranboo thought.
“You’re lucky the king doesn’t just execute you for your disrespect!” The supervisors threatened. The Enderian royal family was known for both their extreme wealth and extreme cruelty. It looked as though the bee hybrid had already experienced some of that, judging by the red marks on his face and the bruises on his legs. “You will stop that pathetic crying and leave this castle at once, or the consequences will be severe.” Ranboo was almost sad to know he wouldn’t see the bee again, but then he remembered: he was the prince.
“Supervisor, what’s happening over here? I could hear you from my bedroom.” Ranboo walked towards them, full of confidence. He put himself in between the supervisor and the smaller hybrid, in an almost possessive manner.
“Don’t worry about the problems of this servant boy. He was just seeing himself out.” The supervisor responded, his tone slightly softer with Ranboo as a witness.
“I don’t have much to do around here, supervisor. It can get quite dull for me if I don’t observe the people around me.”
“Would you like to oversee the punishment for this unruly servant? Might be good for a laugh, if you are looking for something to occupy your time.” The supervisor suggested, and the bee hybrid’s eyes lit up with even more fear than before. He had heard horror stories of what the Enderian royals were capable of.
Ranboo turned to the smaller boy, seeing the way he trembled under his stare. “I will manage him. You take care of your duties as normal, supervisor.” The supervisor gave a hum of approval behind them, leaving the two alone.
Immediately, the bee hybrid started begging. “I will do as you ask, I will not cause trouble. Please, your highness, have mercy.”
Ranboo chuckled. “Follow me, peasant boy.” He didn’t tell him where they were going or why, wanting to watch him squirm for a bit longer. A tense silence was carried between them as Ranboo led the other hybrid to their destination.
“Your...bedroom?” The bee sounded petrified, his voice wavering. “What is...what is my punishment, your highness?”
Ranboo latched the door behind them, effectively trapping the two in the room together. “You see, little bee, it gets awfully boring around the castle. Not much to do when you’re basically only a prince by title, with no real power,” Ranboo explained.
“F-forgive me for asking, sir, but what do I have to do with this?” The smaller hybrid trembled as he spoke. He dreaded where this could be going.
“Well, I thought a fitting punishment for you would be to keep me entertained.” Ranboo stepped closer to the servant, softly placing a large hand on his cheek.
“What exactly would that, uh, involve? My apologies, I am not too educated on the operations of the castle.”
“What is your name, servant?”
“T-tubbo.”
“Strip, Tubbo.”
Tubbo’s eyes shot open in alarm, panic quickly rising through him as the situation set in. He did not fully know what the prince was planning on doing with him, but based on that command he had some idea. “Your highness, why would I need to do that to entertain you?”
The hand on Tubbo’s face grabbed his chin, and he squeezed his eyes shut in fear. “Do you really need me to explain it to you? Surely you’ve heard of, well, the birds and the bees.”
“You don’t mean you plan to…?” Tubbo was terrified of the implications.
“From this point on you belong to me, and me alone. You will spend your days at my side, and you will follow every command I make without question. I will use you as I please, and I plan to take full advantage of that. Do I make myself clear?” Ranboo’s tone was firm.
“P-please, sir, is there not another way I can entertain you?” Tears pricked at the small hybrid’s eyes, threatening to spill over again.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.” Ranboo spoke in a harsh tone of voice, until he noticed the soft crying that Tubbo was doing again. He crouched down to meet the bee hybrid’s level, which would be unbecoming of a royal if anyone had seen him do it. “Hey, shh, it won’t be all bad. If you’re good, you’ll get special treatment. Tons of other servants would kill to be in your position. Don’t be ungrateful.” Ranboo switched to a condescending gentle tone, as if speaking to a small child.
“Then why me?”
If Ranboo was honest with himself, he felt almost insecure that Tubbo was not into this at all. He was royalty, wasn’t everybody supposed to be throwing themselves at him? That’s what he always heard from his older siblings. Was there something so inherently wrong with him that not even a measly castle servant would want him?
“Because I want you, and I get what I want,” Ranboo snapped. He was tired of the bee hybrid’s whining. “Now strip.”
“Sir, p-please, I don’t want to,” Tubbo begged.
“You don’t have a choice. Even if you run, there’s tons of guards that will catch you and bring you back to me.”
Tubbo let out another small sob as he took off his shirt with shaky hands, revealing his flat stomach and cute pink nipples. Ranboo took his time to admire him while the smaller hybrid was frozen in fear.
“Why are you staring?” Tubbo’s wings fluttered nervously behind him.
“You’re cute.” Ranboo smiled down at him. “Your pants, now. Hurry up.”
Tubbo took a deep breath to steady himself and pull down his work shorts, now clad in just his underwear. Ranboo was eager to see what was underneath.
“Do I have to, you know, take off the rest?” Tubbo asked, quietly.
“Allow me.” Ranboo said, reaching his long arms over and putting them around Tubbo’s waist. Enderian’s bodies tended to run cold, so the heat of Tubbo’s skin underneath him was wonderful. He picked the bee hybrid up, who was now frozen in fear. He was amazed at how small Tubbo felt in his arms. He dropped him down onto the bed, so that he was facing up at Ranboo and his bruised legs were dangling off the edge. “Don’t even think about resisting. If you so much as extend those stingers of yours, I will personally snap them off, one by one.” His tone was far too gentle for the threat, and it made Tubbo shiver.
“I won’t, I promise. Just please…please don’t hurt me.” Tubbo covered his eyes in humiliation as he felt Ranboo pulling down his underwear, revealing his soft cunt.
“Oh? What’s this?” Ranboo asked, spreading the folds apart with his long fingers. He wasn’t disappointed, but he was intrigued.
“I-I’m a worker bee, not a drone. That’s why I have a…you know…” As he explained, Tubbo was terrified that Ranboo was going to be angry that his body wasn’t what he expected, and somehow hurt him even worse.
“You’re so sexy. My sexy little worker bee.” Ranboo’s voice had a possessive lilt to it. Tubbo breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful in a fucked up way that at least Ranboo wasn’t angry.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, I don’t really know what to, uh, expect.” Tubbo thought that maybe Ranboo would go easier on him if he knew he was a virgin.
Admittedly, Ranboo hadn’t ever done anything with another person, either. He couldn’t admit that, though. It was embarrassing to be of age and still not have fucked anyone, especially as a royal. His siblings would never let him hear the end of it if they knew. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” He didn’t, but he was sure he could figure it out. He knew what his instincts wanted, anyways: to stick his dick in something warm and wet.
“Alright, just please, try not to make it hurt. Please.” Tubbo’s heart was beating far too quickly in his chest. The best he could hope for was that this experience wouldn’t be pure torture.
“I’ll make sure it’s good.” Ranboo wasn’t really sure of himself, but how hard could it be? He did want to see Tubbo enjoy this, though, if only for his own ego.
“How do we…start?” Tubbo asked, terrified to do anything but lay on the bed and wait for his fate.
“Well, I have to undress first, so…” Ranboo quickly pulled down his dress pants and underwear, revealing his cock, already hard from merely the anticipation of what he was about to do. He felt pride well up in his chest at the wide-eyed look Tubbo gave it, his trembling getting even worse. “Like what you see?”
Tubbo had raised himself up on his elbows, to get a better view at the literal monster cock before him. “Th-that’s not gonna fit. Please, please, don’t put all of that inside me. I-I’ll get injured or something.” Tubbo was openly sobbing again. “I can-I can put it in my mouth or something, anything else.” He tried to bargain.
“I’d love to do that some other time, but right now I want to have like, actual sex.” Ranboo cringed at the awkward wording. “Come here, let me take care of you.” He said as he moved to loom over the bee hybrid, pressing a hand to his chest and pushing him onto his back again. He thought he sounded much sexier that time, feeling like he had regained his power.
Ranboo pressed his lips to Tubbo’s, placing a hand on his face to feel his soft skin. Tubbo tried to relax into the kiss, figuring that this part wasn’t so bad. He’d stolen kisses with a kitchen boy in the past, though never nearly this heated. Occasionally Ranboo’s sharp teeth would brush against his lips, making him afraid that at any moment he would bite down. He also used a bit too much tongue, especially considering the length and thickness of it. It activated Tubbo’s gag reflex a couple of times, which Ranboo either didn’t notice or didn’t care about. Overall the experience was kind of gross, but not as scary as he imagined everything else being.
That was, however, until he felt Ranboo’s dick brushing over his entrance, the blunt tip threatening to pierce him at any moment. He turned his head, breaking away from the kiss to yell. “Wait, wait! You can’t, not yet, please…”
“What’s wrong?” Ranboo sounded a little annoyed, but not angry.
“I’m, uh, I’m not…aroused.” Tubbo chose his words carefully, trying not to anger the prince. “It won’t go in properly yet.”
“Why aren’t you?” Ranboo was growing increasingly frustrated with this stalling.
“I’m scared,” Tubbo admitted. He half expected Ranboo to hurt him for saying that.
“Oh.” Ranboo shifted uncomfortably. Really, he didn’t want Tubbo to hate him or anything. He wanted this to be good for both of them. Having a partner who was in pain under him the whole time didn’t really sound appealing. “How can I make you…aroused?”
Ranboo’s confident exterior broke, and Tubbo’s eyes lit up with recognition. He was just as inexperienced as Tubbo. Weirdly, that eased Tubbo’s nerves slightly. He knew there was no getting out of this, that much had been made clear to him. However, maybe he could use this to his advantage?
“It’s okay, just…just slow down. I’ll show you what to do.” Tubbo forced himself to sound as relaxed as he could. Ranboo nodded, and Tubbo almost felt like he had taken some power back. The prince was going to listen to him. “Alright, so, uh, there’s a part on the outside that feels good when you touch it. Y-you can use your fingers or your tongue or something.” He knew that if he was wet and relaxed, things would be a lot less painful for him. He would be alright. He would make it through this.
Ranboo reached down so he was touching just above Tubbo’s labia. “There?” He asked.
“D-down a little.”
Ranboo slowly moved his hand down until he reached his clit, and Tubbo gasped slightly. “Is that it?”
“Yeah, just…just keep touching there. It’ll make things easier.” Ranboo pressed down a little harder on the soft skin, making Tubbo let out shaky breaths. He moved his fingers a bit and watched as Tubbo’s reactions got a bit more heated, quiet whimpers escaping him. Ranboo thought he was beautiful. Maybe it was selfish that Ranboo only wanted to pleasure him to look at him and feel good about himself, but he didn’t really care. He already knew he was selfish.
“Do you like it?” The question was so earnest, so sincere. Ranboo was genuinely trying to do a good job. This eager-to-please attitude was a far cry from the entitled, bossy prick he was 15 minutes ago. It really was all just an act.
The stimulation was nice, but not nearly practiced enough to make Tubbo cum. Still, though, he felt himself getting wet, and that was really what he was trying to accomplish. “It’s good. You c-can finger me now if you want, now. I’ll probably need three, but start with one.”
Tubbo felt extremely uncomfortable instructing his own rapist. He had to keep reminding himself that this was rape, even if Ranboo was doing what Tubbo told him. He couldn’t say no, he had no choice in whether this happened to him or not. He reminded himself of that fact in his head, like a mantra.
Maybe, though, if Ranboo wasn’t going to hurt him, he should just pretend he wanted it, to make it easier for himself.
One of Ranboo’s fingers pushed inside. It was very long, but also quite thin, so Tubbo didn’t really have a hard time adjusting. “It’s so…warm,” Ranboo commented, quickly shoving in another finger beside the first one. He moved the two fingers back and forth, creating an uneven rhythm. There wasn’t much pleasure from it, but it wasn’t painful, either. Just incredibly violating.
Without warning, Ranboo pushed in a third finger, and Tubbo could really feel the stretch, now. In a way, he was grateful. This was much better than Ranboo fucking him without any prep at all, especially considering their size difference. He had tried not to look at Ranboo’s dick while he was fingered; the sight of it might make him start sobbing again. He was doing so well so far, despite his fear, and he didn’t want to break down now.
By accident, Ranboo brushed up against his G-spot, and his body twitched slightly. “Mmm!” He cried out, and Ranboo gave him a smug smirk.
“I told you I’d take care of you,” the prince remarked. He pulled his fingers out of Tubbo, wiping them against the servant’s leg. “Spread your legs wider, so I can fit between them.” Ranboo pulled a small container of imported magma cream out from his dresser, and spread it along his length as lube. Expensive stuff, especially in the End.
Tubbo almost lost his composure again. This was really happening. He couldn't stall for any longer.
“B-be gentle, please. Just don’t hurt me, please, please, ” Tubbo begged. He knew this was going to hurt, but he wanted to do everything he could to make sure it was as painless as possible. If he had to resort to grovelling, so be it.
“Shh…” The head was at Tubbo’s entrance, just barely not pushing in. Ranboo was shaking with anticipation, and Tubbo, with fear.
It took barely any force at all for Ranboo to enter Tubbo. The bee hybrid cried out at the feeling, gripping tightly onto the sheets as Ranboo pushed forward at a pace far quicker than he could comfortably handle. “Slow down! Please!” Tubbo was sobbing yet again, feeling himself being filled up, just on the cusp of being painful. Looking down, he noticed something horrifying: Ranboo wasn’t even all the way in yet. “Stop! I can’t take all of it!”
“You’re- mm - you’re going to have to!” Ranboo didn’t even think his instincts would let him stop if he wanted to. He was high on the feeling of finally getting to let loose and behave like a predatory mob should. “You feel, just, so good.” He didn’t even know how to properly express how good he was feeling, having something so tight wrapped around him like this.
“Agh!” Tubbo cried as Ranboo thrust the rest into him in one harsh movement. Now it hurt. It felt almost like his organs were being forcibly moved, pushed around by some invading force. He knew that was illogical, but this entire situation felt like a surreal nightmare, so really anything could be true.
Ranboo’s hips began to move, almost as if they had a mind of their own. It was like another force had taken over his mind, pushing him to thrust into the small body beneath him. “ Look at your prey, crying so pretty beneath you,” he could almost hear the force tell him. He was tempted to reach forward and touch the tears, even though he knew they would burn his skin.
“You’re so…so beautiful. So small.” Ranboo put his hand around Tubbo’s arm to prove his point, easily wrapping around it. It just made Tubbo feel helpless. He was helpless, really. Completely physically overpowered by someone who could legally do basically anything he wanted to him. This literal monster making garbled, inhuman noises as he used his body. Tubbo was terrified.
Along with the terror, however, there was anger. What made Ranboo so much better than him that he got to force his way into his body without his consent? The position he was born in? Tubbo knew he was a million times more hardworking than this prince was. In fact, he would bet that Ranboo had never worked a day in his life. He was just some spoiled brat, an insecure virgin who took his frustrations out on a servant who could do nothing but take it.
“Do you like it?” Ranboo asked, his face betraying his secret insecurity again when he realized that Tubbo wasn’t moaning. In fact, he wasn’t even really doing anything but trembling and crying. This wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Tubbo thought about how he should respond. It would be easiest to feed the prince’s ego, but it would be a lie. He wasn’t getting much pleasure out of this, really. It didn’t hurt much anymore, his body having adjusted to the intrusion, but Ranboo’s thrusts were too uneven and sharp to do much for him. “Uncomfortable,” he managed to get out.
“Do you need me to go faster?” Ranboo put his large hands on Tubbo’s hips, ready to destroy him if he said yes.
“No!” Tubbo panicked at the suggestion, before realizing that that was probably too harsh. “P-please just…go slower, and try to aim…upwards?” It was hard to explain exactly where the G-spot is, despite having felt it himself several times.
Ranboo pulled Tubbo’s hips off the bed slightly, moving him with ease. Tubbo had to admit, the new angle felt better, and Ranboo’s thrusts had noticeably slowed. The thickness inside of him was just as intrusive, but almost pleasant, especially the drag against his walls every time Ranboo pulled out. “Moan for me,” Ranboo commanded, and Tubbo complied, forcing himself to make little noises of pleasure in time with Ranboo’s thrusts. “Want you to f-finish while I’m inside you.”
It would probably be easy to fake it, Tubbo realized. It’s not like Ranboo could tell the difference, probably. The anger welled up inside of him again. Why should he fake it? Shouldn’t he get something out of this as well?
Tubbo reached down and started rubbing his clit. It was almost a sense of relief as real, intense pleasure spread through his abdomen. It was nice, being so full while he touched himself. If he closed his eyes and blocked out the distorted sounds of the prince above him, he could almost pretend he was doing this by himself, getting off in a storage closet somewhere during his evening break.
“Close!” Tubbo called out, feeling his orgasm quickly building. He hadn’t even realized how sexually frustrated he had been until he fixed it, and it left him incredibly sensitive. As he tipped himself over the edge, he wrapped his legs around Ranboo to pull him closer. He hated how much more satisfying this orgasm was than what he usually gave himself with just his fingers. Fuck this spoiled prince and his stupidly big dick.
“You’re perfect! So perfect! So good…mm…” His voice was even more warbled, barely even comprehensible. Ranboo came quickly after Tubbo, spilling inside of the bee hybrid. The feeling of warmth was slightly nauseating, and Tubbo wanted to get in a bath and scrub his skin off. Tubbo realized, suddenly, that he didn’t know if Ranboo could get him pregnant. Would that even work between a bee hybrid and an Enderian? He hoped not, but he didn’t want to find out.
“Y-you…inside?” Tubbo tried to ask, having trouble getting words out in his haze.
“Wow, that was…wow.” Ranboo stayed inside of Tubbo for a moment more, relishing in the feeling. He stroked his hands up and down the servant’s waist, just enjoying the warmth of his skin. He smiled as he realized he could enjoy this whenever he wanted, now. Tubbo was his. “I’ll have someone brew you an awkward potion.” Ranboo remembered one of his brothers telling him that trick for avoiding an unwanted pregnancy.
“Thank you?” Tubbo said as Ranboo pulled out. What are you supposed to say to someone after they rape you? Someone you simultaneously hate, are terrified of, and are strangely thankful to?
“I’ll have a bath drawn for you.” Tubbo let himself relax back into the royal bed, suddenly exhausted. He didn’t know if his body was just tired from the whole ordeal, or if the bed was just extremely comfortable. Both, probably.
“Sir, do you think I could…sleep a bit, first?” Tubbo just wanted to close his eyes and stop all the thoughts rushing through his head.
“Oh!” Ranboo knew it would not be proper at all to have a servant sleep in his bed, even one he had just fucked. Screw being proper, though, the idea of having a warm body cuddled into him at night was too appealing to pass up. “I will allow it. In fact, you are to sleep on my bed from this point on.” He tried to regain the composure he had lost during their sex.
As soon as he was given permission, Tubbo adjusted himself so his head was on the pillows, and pulled the soft blanket over his naked body. “Thank you, sir.” He wasn’t fully comfortable with sleeping in the same bed as Ranboo, but he could live with it, especially if it meant sleeping on the most comfortable surface of his entire existence.
The servant looked so cozy, Ranboo couldn’t help but crawl in beside him, wrapping him in his arms. He didn’t miss how Tubbo tensed at his touch, but he was pleased that he didn’t resist further. “You’re mine, forever. I’ll take you with me wherever I go,” he whispered into Tubbo’s ear.
Tubbo shivered at the words. He knew, logically, that being the prince’s personal sex toy was a rather fortunate position. It would be a cushy job, just having to follow Ranboo around and spread his legs whenever it was demanded from him. He could get used to it, maybe.
It’s not like he had much of a choice.