"Please, don't hurt me, take whatever you want, just don't hurt me!" The young masseur pleaded, covering his face.

"You're Kurhauz, right? From the Royal Equestrian Spa?" you ask, using a deep growl, the pistol in your hand pointed at him.

"Y...yes, but if you want a massage, you really should book-" he stammers, before you smack him in the side of the head with the butt of your gun, knocking him out cold.

He had been on the way to the castle that night, for a very special appointment. It had taken quite a while to track down exactly which masseur was due to be going, and his presence in the castle was the perfect way in for your own mischievous needs. Fortunately, the man had been in decent shape with a physique similar to your own, minimising the amount of magic you would need to perform to take his looks.

Swapping your robe for his pristine white trousers and polo-neck shirt, you bring your hand in front of your face, seeing it begin to glow a dull blue as you began to concentrate. Staring at the unconscious form on the floor, you feel your body start to change. Your hair grows, turning a dark black, and you immediately tie it back in a similar style to Kurhauz. Your skin tingles, as new freckles appear, your arm hair becoming thinner and the skin of your hands softer.

The last thing you do as the transformation completes itself is steal the pair of dark circular lensed glasses sat on the original Kurhauz's face, balancing them on the end of your nose, checking the look in a mirror kept in your briefcase. You pick up Kurhauz and drop him in a dumpster in the alley, then grab his bag, which is filled with scented oils and salt rubs.

Taking one last look in your briefcase, you decide to add a few bottles of your own to the masseur's bag for use later on in the evening. You lock the briefcase and then hide it, with the intention of recovering it later and then make your way through the warm evening sun towards Canterlot castle, built half way up the mountain above your city home.

The streets were relatively empty this late in the day, small market stalls packing up and merchants making their way home. A distracted looking man in trenchcoat and bow-tie, chased by a young purple-haired woman in an orange shirt and three-quarter length jeans wanders past, getting a little too close for comfort as they quickly walk towards a blue box on the corner of another alleyway.

Thinking nothing of it, you approach the castle gates. They're usually unguarded, as Equestria is not currently at war with any neighbouring countries, and you're able to wander straight in, all the way up to the keep, holding the royal quarters in the tallest spire. You're finally stopped as you approach the throne room, requesting audience with her Majesty, Princess Celestia, regarding an appointment for a massage. Upon providing the identification lifted from Kurhauz, you're escorted by a rough looking guard captain to her chambers, leaving you outside her door.

You knock, and the door opens slightly,
"Ah, Mr Kurhauz! Please, do come on in, thank you ever so much for coming on such short notice!" rings out the voice of Celestia, coming from her en-suite bathroom. You close the door behind you, turning the key under the doorknob to lock the pair of you inside. Removing your things from your bag, you set them out on the dresser, including the copy of the contract that she had agreed with you beforehand, giving a casual glance to the bell-cord in the corner of the room, wondering if it would be considered good sport to cut it.

Celestia eventually enters the room, dressed in a towel with her long, flowing, polychromatic hair freshly dried and looking particularly lovely. Her skin is one of the things that you notice first, smooth and porcelain white, not a blemish or wrinkle upon her despite her age. Her lips are scarlet, the same shade as her nail polish and adding to her beauty. The towel ends mid-thigh. and you notice that her legs must be incredibly long, the woman slightly taller than you in your current form. She smiles broadly, for a moment before speaking again,

"Ah. I wasn't expecting you to be here today, it's good to see you again, Shimmer."

"You too. I got the contract from Duke, figured I should make my entrance on the sly. Mr Kurhauz is alive, I assure you, he'll probably be awake some time this evening."

"So I guess I won't be getting my massage tonight... oh well. I do have a question for you though, Shimmer?" Celestia asks, before realising, "I'm ever so sorry, I forgot that you go by a new name now, what is it again?"

"Chameleon, ma'am, and you may ask anything of me,"

"What do you look like? Really, without your wonderful talent?"

You smile, as even when you had worked for her, Celestia had never seen your natural form, thanks to the enchanted armour that all guards wore to make them look identical. Looking thoughtful, the princess muses a little, standing up and walking over to you, her face less than a foot from yours.

"I imagine you must feel completely naked without your magic."

"You could say that, ma'am."

"Well, I would still very much like a massage," Celestia says, her fingertips beginning to glow white, the towel untucking itself and falling to the floor, "and oops, I'm all naked. Maybe you should let me see you, all natural?"

You swallow, taking in the full view of the immortal goddess stood before you, her breasts, large and pert, rising and falling with each breath she takes. Moving down her beautifully curved yet toned body, you notice that her belly button is pierced, a tasteful and simple stud adding to the view. Glancing further down, you see a delicately trimmed strip of multicoloured pubic hair, roughly an inch wide by three inches long.

"Simple yet sexy, I see you approve?" she says, grinning and looking down. You blush, realising the reaction to her beauty that you had subconsciously made.

"I wonder, is that you, or part of your disguise? It has been... a while, since a man such as yourself has shown an interest in me,"

"Such as myself, ma'am?"

"Usually the type of man that I attract tend to be stuffy bureaucrats, wealthy merchants and the like - not as handsome or as well built as you. Also, please, just Celestia would do, or Tia, if you like?" she says, raising a soft gentle hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

Her heavily lined eyes slowly move up to your chest as you feel your magic fade, a tuft of blonde chest hair revealed by the neck of your shirt, your musculature gaining more definition and your eyes turning blue. The smile returns to your face as Celestia moves her hand from your face to your chest, drawing a softly glowing finger vertically down your shirt, the heat of her magic scoring a line, allowing her to pull it open once she had finished, her eyes going wide with excitement upon seeing you, shirt opened before her like a partially unwrapped gift. Her hand runs down your pectoral muscles to your abdomen.

"I see you're just as impressed as I am..." you say, noticing her cheeks turning a gentle red as she runs her fingertips up and down your chest, brushing through your chest hair, "You can lay down, if you still want that massage. I made sure to take Mister Kurhauz's things, just to finish the disguise."

Celestia laughs with a certain awkwardness, and climbs onto her bed on all fours, her position giving you a glimpse of what was to come later. She lays face down, arms crossed under her head, as you climb onto the king-size bed and straddle her.

"Did my effects arrive in good order?"

She sighs, grinning and turning to face you, her hair covering one eye,

"Always working, aren't you? Your things are in my bottom drawer, and I'll enchant the extra equipment you asked for when you've given that massage you promised."

"Wonderful," you reply, "Now, Tia, which oil would you like? I've got lavender, tingly mint, sea-salt and lemon oils..."

"Oooh," she purrs, pulling her hair around and pushing it under her head, "The lemon would be lovely!"

Warming the vial between your hands, you pour a little in a straight line down her spine, feeling her shiver slightly. You add more oil in a horizontal line across her shoulder blades, and then place your palms on her lower back, feeling her warmth underneath you. Spreading the oil lightly in small circles, you notice how firm and smooth her perfect alabaster skin was - obviously one of the hundreds of benefits of being such a powerful magic user.

With the citrus scent filling your nostrils, you begin to work up Tia’s back, starting at the edges and wrapping your hands around her. You feel her breathing slow, long relaxing breaths coming from the princess as you work the stress and knots out of her shoulders, teasing up and down her spine, returning to her sides and following her womanly curves. Your fingertips brush against the curve of her bosom, and you see a smile creep onto her face,

“I do love having those massaged, maybe when you’re done with my back you could help there too?”

You grin pressing down a little more as you find a knot just below her left shoulder. She gasps as you lean into it, letting out a long sigh as the knot dissolves under your manipulation.

“Mmm, where did you learn how to do that? Surely it can’t be something you learned whilst in the guard?”

“Oh, just a little something I learned at school...”

“You went to an all-boys school, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but the school nurse had a bit of a thing for me... she was my first,”

Celestia smiles, allowing you to climb off of her as she moves to all-fours again and then kneels, pressing her back into your chest, her hair still over one shoulder as she guides your hands from her stomach, past her ribs, to her breasts. Cupping them, you find that she easily fills your hands, and you start to just gently squeeze the large yet perky, silky white globes, her small pink nipples already proud and erect. She exhales sharply as you grip her nipples between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing them as you continue rubbing her.

Noticing her tugging at your belt, you grin, allowing the princess to slip a hand down the front of your underwear and she gasps as her fingers make contact with your rapidly hardening manhood.

“Not just after the massage anymore?”

She squeezes gently, before replying,

“I think I need a little more stress relief than just a massage.” she says, turning her head and kissing you, before pushing you back down onto the bed spread, pulling your trousers and boxer shorts off, before once again wrapping a hand around your member.

You lay back and watch as the princess, the most powerful being on the face of the planet, slowly brings one leg over you, straddling you, her grip guiding you into position. You feel the tip enter her; warm, wet and tighter than expected. As she slowly sinks onto you, she runs her hands through her hair, the multicoloured strands waving as if caught in a non-existent breeze. You can’t help but look down, and notice that her pubic hair appears to have the same effect. You smile, returning to looking into Celestia’s eyes, which were closed as she focused on riding you.

Your hands move down to her hips, feeling her motion, pulling her down further as she rises and falls. She says your name in a gentle moan, and you feel her squeeze down on you slightly. Moving your hands upwards to below her ribs, you pull her down and kiss her, slipping your tongue into her mouth, savouring her flavour as her nipples brush through your chest hair, making the princess moan into your mouth as the sensitive mounds are stimulated further.

“Would you like to finish inside me, Mr Chameleon?” she asks, pulling back and whispering into your ear, folding her arms around your head and pulling you close.

“Is that a good idea?”

“I’m not able to bear children... and the feeling is intensely pleasurable...”

Picking up the pace, Celestia again rises up, using her thighs to drive the motion whilst you pump in a rhythm, forcing the two of you closer together, her fluids covering your testicles and upper thighs. Her back arches as she starts to get close to orgasm, both hands on the back of her head and running through her hair. She squeezes down on you more, making the feeling more intense, and you groan in response.

Still working her hips and thighs, Celestia moves faster still, a look of determination in the immortal goddess’ beautiful magenta eyes as she grinds up and down your shaft, obviously holding off her own pleasure to wait for you. You pull her down to you once more and explode within her, furiously and passionately kissing the woman as you fill her with your seed, feeling her let go and enter her own orgasm, her lithe body writhing on top of you, lips still locked with yours, her hands clawing down your chest. You feel her clench down on you, and some what you had so graciously given her slips out, trickling down your thighs onto the bedsheets, warm and sticky.

As your senses slowly return, you feel Celestia still clutching you with her hands, having grabbed hold of your shoulders as she rode the wave of pleasure emanating from within her. Gently, you prise her off, laying her next to you, giving her a gentle kiss after removing yourself from within her. Both of you dodging the wet patch on the massive bed, you spoon for a short while, occasionally kissing her shoulder from behind. Tia then turns around, kissing you again, drawing a single red nail down your chest.

“I guess we should be getting down to business, now that the pleasure is out of the way?” She sighs, resting her head on your shoulder, “your things are in the bottom drawer of my dresser... and I would very much like to do this again some time.”

“We’ll have to see about that, I’m not really the type for relationships, Tia.”

“Who said anything about a relationship?” she responds, giggling.