BWOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

I had a new alarm clock.

BWOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

I liked the old one better. She at least gave me a nice view of her butt and blocked out the sunlight for the first minute or so.

BWOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

I was in no fit state to deal with bright sunlight and loud noises. This hangover was even worse than the previous one if the excruciatingly painful throbbing in my head was any indication.

BWOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

I groaned and opened my eyes while rolling over to find the source of the infernal racket. Light blue body, rainbow hair, I really should have seen that coming.

BWOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

I grabbed one of the extra pillows on the bed and sent my regards in her general direction. I missed the pony completely, but I did manage to knock over the large gong she'd brought with her. She perked up and hurried out at the sound of voices outside. Unfortunately for her, she tripped over herself in her haste and wound up captured by a pair of angry nurses who had come to investigate.

I rolled back over, threw the covers over my head, and tried desperately to sleep off the pain.

The day before, as promised, Celestia let me stay in her room after our afternoon 'session' and answered all my questions about her and the other Princesses. The thought that Celestia and Luna were both a couple thousand years old and capable of controlling the local Sun and Moon was complete bullshit in my mind. I said as much when the Princess told me that. In response, she just smiled at me and invited me to come back after dinner.

I was led up to a shared balcony between Celestia's and Luna's bedrooms. From there, I had a panoramic view of the palace, the city, and the flatlands extending out from the base of the mountain on which the city stood. It was there that I was given a little demonstration. At first, I just wrote it off as a display of good timing. They just lit their horns at just the right time to make it look like they were moving the Sun and Moon.

Then Luna had 'trouble' deciding what phase the Moon should be in. Her horn stayed lit as the Moon went from near full to half and then to a crescent in the span of about ten seconds. She went back and forth for a while, even pausing to ask my opinion, before finally settling for a 'gorgeous gibbous', as she put it.

I didn't react very well to that. In fact, I was scared shitless, and I moved to put as much distance between myself and the two Princesses as I could. By the time either of them caught up, I'd availed myself of one of the liquor stashes I'd located before and gotten into a bottle of something called, "Granny Smith's Special Reserve Apple Scumble." Shortly before I passed out, I saw Celestia approaching with a sad, empathetic look on her face, as if to offer me some small measure of solace while I descended into lunacy.

I woke up for the second time that morning to a slightly diminished headache. Sadly, there was still no butterfly butt to greet me for the day. Instead, there was just a note on the nightstand requesting my presence in the throne room as soon as I woke up. The note was signed by the two Princesses who would absolutely never accept a title of divinity no matter how well it fit.

It was with great trepidation that I made my way down to the throne room. My mind was too busy fighting itself on multiple fronts to stop my feet from carrying me to what I assumed was a meeting with two of the instigators of the internal conflict. At least the herald didn't try to harass me this time. He wasn't even there. Neither were most of the guards who had been inside the last time I dropped by.

Both Celestia and Luna sat atop the dais awaiting my arrival. As I approached, I gathered every bit of false bravado I could find. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"You called," I said flatly, flashing the note from my nightstand.

"You missed your morning session," Celestia replied.

"I decided to sleep off the hangover instead. I was worried that the overwhelming headache and nausea would ruin the mood."

The two Princesses shared a brief look before turning back to me. Each bore a concerned look on their face.

Luna spoke first, "Was our display truly so disturbing?"

"No, of course not!" I half-shouted in frustration as I began pacing back and forth. "All that happened was everything I thought I knew about the laws of physics and how the universe works got shattered into a million pieces. Don't worry about me. It's just a minor existential crisis. I'm sure I'll get over it in a few minutes..." My ranting trailed off when I glanced back up and saw the way the Princesses were looking at me.

"Bill," Celestia said in what was probably meant to be a soothing voice. She then shifted over slightly and laid her hand in the space between herself and her sister. "Would you come up here, please?"

I think it was the 'You need a hug' look coming from both of them that finally did it. I was getting tired of fighting against everything, and I realized that, yes, I probably did need a hug. With that in mind, I ascended the stairs and took my place between the two Princesses.

It's very difficult to sustain a proper mental breakdown while seated between two soft, fuzzy, and naked amazon queens when they're hell bent on preventing just that. I tensed slightly in the first moment of contact. Even sitting down, the size difference between us made me feel very small, but eventually the warmth and comfort of simply being close to someone chased away the dark thoughts. That just left the impure thoughts.

Celestia's breasts were every bit as soft and snuggly as they appeared. Her side boob made for a firm and supportive pillow against which to rest my head. As I leaned in a little bit more, I told myself I wasn't taking advantage of the proximity to feel her up with the side of my face. After all, she pulled me in. Not that I was about to complain or anything. The brief quiet actually did make me feel better as I looked out across the otherwise deserted court.

"Thirsty?" Celestia suddenly asked.

I could practically feel my face turn red. I pulled away and craned my neck to get a look at her face to see if she was serious. Unfortunately, her pleasant smile gave away nothing, but I didn't completely trust the glow surrounding her horn.

Pulling away from Celestia put me into Luna's clutches. She put in her two cents, "Yes, I believe a glass of water would aid your recovery. Had we foreseen your reaction to our abilities, we would have restrained you this evening past from seeking refuge in strong drink."

While Luna was talking, a glass of water suspended in a yellow glow found its way into my hand. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I took a drink. I paused a couple seconds before chugging the whole glass and offering it up for a refill.

"You really don't like being cast as living goddesses, do you?" I asked glumly.

"No!" Luna answered just a bit more forcefully than necessary. "We have no desire for such titles. However," she paused and lowered her voice, "we also realize we cannot stop our ponies from attempting to apply them."

Sighing, I let Luna finish pulling me in the way Celestia had earlier, and I leaned against the dark Princess's side boob.

"I hope you're not expecting any different from my side," I said. "Some people will be tripping over themselves to worship the ground you walk on just because you're aliens from another planet. Others will want your heads on a platter while the rest of you hangs by your entrails from a public building just because you don't fit into their world view. And that's without knowing what you two actually do around here."

"What of the rest?" Luna asked. "We do not care for the praise of sycophants, nor do we fear those who would wish us ill."

"Hell if I know," I replied. "Personally, I wouldn't care unless it affected me directly, but that won't stop people from trying to make me care."

"Do you suspect our motives?" Celestia asked.

"Of course I do," I answered. "You're in a position of power. Your motives are suspect by default. Don't get me wrong. I trust that you'll provide food, water, and a place to sleep until you can send me home, but beyond that, I'm not taking chances."

"We can live with that," Luna replied, hugging me tighter for a brief moment.

Celestia continued to press the issue, "But something is still bothering you." It was a statement, not a question.

I turned as much as I could and wound up giving her boobs a deadpan look that was intended for a slightly higher target. "I just told you I only trust you to keep me fed and warm and no more than that. You think I'm just gonna lay out all my fears, doubts, and insecurities like it's no big deal?"

"Candor is necessary if we are to assist you in your troubles," Luna pointed out.

I turned and faced forward again, surveying the room. It was still empty, and the guards outside had shut the door behind me. "I never said I wouldn't talk," I grumbled. "I just need a running start."

"Take your time," Celestia said pleasantly. "I put the court on holiday until after Hearth's Warming. We can sit here like this all day."

That actually didn't sound like too bad a prospect. I could bask in the warmth of the two Princesses pressed against me from either side. I could use their bountiful bosoms as pillows and let the soft, fuzzy surface tickle the side of my face. Maybe I could convince them to lay down and cuddle, and I could fall asleep happy.

The white one slowly and lightly ran her fingertips up my thigh towards a well-formed bulge in my trousers, stopping just short of it before lifting her hand away. "I get the feeling at least part of you would enjoy just that," she said, by then stroking behind my ears.

"Yeah," I agreed with a sigh. "And the other part still won't let me ignore that you're not human."

"Enlighten us," Luna chimed in. "We have known many different species from other civilizations over our years. Such details seem trivial."

"Where I'm from, sticking myself in something that isn't human is bestiality."

"I should be insulted!" Luna raised her voice in mock outrage. "You would equate intimacy with one of our kind to laying with a lesser beast for carnal pleasure?"

"They will back home, if anyone finds out the truth of what I did to get back. Logically, your argument makes sense. I get the idea that it's okay to enjoy the company of intelligent non-humans who can empathize with and reciprocate feelings and understand and consent to intimate relationships. But in practice, that idea runs up against a lifetime of cultural upbringing that says, 'If it isn't human, it's wrong.' Even I haven't fully reconciled the thought, and after all this is over and done with, if word gets out what happened here, I'm gonna get raked over the coals for it, and during that time, I want to know that I can face myself in the mirror and tell myself I did the right thing, that I'm not a bad person for it."

A new voice joined the conversation from behind and off to one side. "Wow, you've really thought this through, haven't you?"

I leaned backward out of my Princess sandwich and turned my head to regard the newcomer approaching from a side chamber. As far as I could tell while sitting down, she stood about the same height as me, sporting a light pink coat and three-toned hair in shades of yellow, pink, and purple. She also had a horn and wings, but that was more of an afterthought that anything else.

"I have nothing but free time and little else to do," I replied flatly. I then turned back to the two pieces of bread in my Princess sandwich, "Another Princess? Do you guys rehearse this sort of thing and wait for the best time to make your entrances?"

"Do you really have to act like this is some great conspiracy?" Celestia teased.

I ignored the bait, "It's the only way to keep what's left of my sanity."

Luna simply introduced the newcomer, "Bill, allow me to introduce Princess Mi Amore Cadenza."

"Oh, you silly. My friends call me Cadance," she grinned when I looked back in her direction. "You sure look cozy in there. Room for one more?"

'Of course, there's room for one more,' I thought to myself. 'No harem is complete without the girl next door.'

Pink Princess took up the spot behind me, choosing to sit back-to-back and complete my throne made out of fuzzy alien royalty.

"How much did you hear?" I asked.

"Everything after you said having sex with us is bestiality."

In other words, she pretty much heard the whole thing.

"She's been kept abreast of everything that's happened since you were brought here," Celestia reminded. "You can trust her discretion."

"That's a matter of perspective," I pointed out.

"As are your thoughts on intimacy with ponies," Luna countered. "We can only offer our own perspective. You must decide for yourself how to think."

"Look," I sighed in frustration. "I just want to go home, but sooner or later either my arm is going to get tired, or I'm gonna rub myself raw. I think we already know where this is going."

"We promised not to force you into anything," Celestia helpfully reminded me again. "However, that doesn't mean we won't try to encourage it. It is, after all, in our best interests, yours as well."

"I believe I can help with that," my backrest added.

Unable to comfortably turn around to address her properly, I directed my glare to the room at large. I don't think it had the same effect. "Really, so what's your plan, or do you have one?"

The newcomer shifted around behind me, and her wings just happened to extend slightly, brushing the side of my face as she did so. "We'll start small with little bits of affection to let you warm up to the idea. A little flank bump here, a random hug there, maybe even a quick nuzzle, like this." She demonstrated by coming in from behind and rubbing the side of her face against mine. It was not unpleasant.

"Then," she continued, lowering her voice, "we move on to snuggling and cuddling and dirty talk. We might even give you some kisses while we're at it." As she outlined her diabolical scheme, she started gently running her finger along my shoulder, up my neck, and finally stopping to tickle my cheek.

"Don't worry," I was assured by the low, sultry voice of one who knew exactly what buttons she was pressing. "We won't start the fun stuff until you're ready to return the favor. We'll make sure to have lots of foreplay. We'll play with you; you'll play with us, and once you're all good and ready, that's when we go for it, but we'll do it slowly. Drag it out, and savor every minute of it. And right when you're about to peak, we stop. Can't have you finishing too soon, after all. Oh no, that simply will not do. So we'll take a little break for more kissing and cuddling. And we'll keep doing that over and over and over, bringing you right to the edge only to deny you at the last second." Right then, I could feel her leaning on my shoulders and her warm breath on my face as she whispered in my ear, "Until you beg for release."

I've read that the first thing a torturer does is show their prospective victim each and every tool they plan to use. Torturees tend to crack just from that more often than not, allegedly. Despite being under absolutely no threat of physical harm whatsoever, instead being presented with the possible fulfillment of whatever fantasies I could cook up regarding these transformed alien 'ponies', I still couldn't help but harbor a similar feeling of hopelessness. All thoughts of whether or not screwing around with aliens was appropriate fled from my mind to be dealt with later. They were replaced by crippling and overwhelming performance anxiety. Forget about my willingness to return any favors. I had severe doubts about my ability to match up against the experience of centuries-old whatever-the-Princesses-were in the bedroom.

Apparently well aware of my plight, the pink Princess continued. "You don't have to be so nervous," she assured. "We understand. The first couple times with a new partner can be awkward. You'll get some freebies, so don't worry."

She finally settled back down behind me, pressing her shoulder into the back of mine and resting her chin on top. From her position, I didn't have to guess what she was looking at. My thoughts about her proposal were plain to all, written in bold letters across the bulge in my pants.

"We're looking forward to the next few weeks," she said.

It took a while before I found my voice, but I eventually did. With some trepidation, I asked, "And who is 'we', exactly?"

I got a partial answer in the form of three bodies pressing in from all sides. The latest addition to the royal stable provided the rest. "Well, there's all of us Princesses, of course. Then, there are Twilight's friends, and if you play your cards right, maybe some of the lovely mares of Ponyville might join in."

"Wait, what?"

Luna volunteered to answer my question. "That was the other reason we summoned you this morning. On the eve tomorrow, Twilight and her friends must return to their homes to prepare for the start of winter. In light of recent events, we feel you would benefit from a change of scenery, and we would have you accompany them."

I really wanted to call them out for implying their world was some kind of free-love paradise, but if they wanted to talk about booting me out of the palace, I could save that argument for later. "So you're just gonna turn me loose in your world? Me? An alien from another planet? That you know almost nothing about?"

"We worry that keeping you here will lead to further self-destructive behavior," Luna replied. "And you will not be without protection or supervision. Princess Twilight Sparkle and Princess Cadance will be charged with your welfare."

That left another problem, one that I really didn't want to bring up let alone dwell on, so I didn't. Unfortunately, my options were limited to keeping up with that until I eventually caved into the pressure, or playing along with Princess Pink's plan. I had little doubt that her so-called 'encouragement' probably would help. Although, there was also still the question of, "bestiality or not?" to get through. Convincing that stubborn part of myself of what the other part already knew to be the answer promised to be an uphill battle.

Between my sleeping in and the length of my conversation with the Princesses, I'd managed to kill off the entire morning and make it all the way to lunch time. Afterward, Luna went to bed, and I had another ménage à moi session with Celestia before joining Twilight and company in the banquet hall to make nice with my new entourage and get to know them a little better while they all perfected the art of walking on two legs.

Under Pinkie's instruction, they'd improved immensely, so I decided to give them a little extra challenge. I instructed them that only the light-colored tiles on the floor were safe to step on, and the dark-colored ones were now hot lava. In addition, I suggested that severe spinal injury may befall the unwary pony who trod upon a gap between tiles. Pinkie Pie took it as a game and promptly tackled me in a bone-crushingly boob-tacular bear-hug before bouncing off to begin enforcing the new rules.

'Diligent and reliable, that one is, If a bit enthusiastic.'

Heartbutt saw the whole exchange and winked at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. I pointedly ignored her.

The evening passed uneventfully. After dinner was one more peep show with the Princess before I went off to bed. The prospect of going somewhere else began to appeal more as I realized how bored I would likely get. I wasn't quite sure about who would take over Celestia's part in my magic liberation ritual, but at least the company would be more interesting.

The next morning saw the return of my preferred alarm clock. Although, it seemed she had positioned herself a little bit closer than before, and she was getting notably more deliberate in where she put her hands and how much attention she gave to any one spot. Then again, it could have just been my imagination.

After my morning round of mandatory masturbation, Twilight declared that even though output was slightly improved over my encounter with Rainbow Dash, she hadn't seen any improvement since my regimen of state-sanctioned voyeurism began. Celestia helpfully suggested a 'change of variable' in her younger counterpart's 'little experiment'. Unhelpfully, she didn't bother telling us what she had planned. We just had to wait until the afternoon session, which also happened to be the last one before we all hopped on the overnight train to Ponyville.

Twilight and I waited in the usual spot for the arrival of the royal rump of radiance. Twilight had her cushion, and I had my magical black bubble to hide myself from view. The only one missing was Celestia, and her spot had been updated with a very large futon laid out in place of the cushions that had previously occupied the space. Neither Twilight nor I could figure out the reason for the switch.

Within minutes, our question was answered when the star of the show arrived.

"Oh dear, I seem to be late. I apologize," Celestia said, pretending not to notice the awkward silence of the peanut gallery.

"Apple... jack?" Twilight found her voice first but trailed off again just as quickly. Indeed, the blonde-haired, orange-bodied pony had accompanied the Princess into the room. Until then, I hadn't fully appreciated the size difference between the alien rulers and their subjects. My height of six feet and change put my eye level well within optimal motorboat territory on Celestia. If she removed her hat, Applejack could comfortably support one of the Princess's massive breasts on the top of her head.

On the subject of breasts, Applejack was certainly no slouch in that department either, definitely on the high end for a human woman of her height. Though she was a bit thicker than her friends, I wouldn't dare call her fat. While talking about herself the day before, she said she'd lived and worked on a farm for most of her life. The extra volume in her arms, legs, and body was likely all muscle. The curves were still pleasant, though I wouldn't put it past the girl to be stronger than I was. Hell, given a couple more months to get used to a humanoid form, she could probably take me in a fight on even terms without resorting to dirty tricks.

Despite being hidden from view, the farm girl still seemed to pick up on my staring. "Is that you in there, Bill? Y'all don't have ta hide in there. You ain't got nothing in there I ain't seen before."

"I'm just fine, thank you," I replied before anyone got any funny ideas.

"Oh, don't worry about him," Celestia teased. "He's just a little shy. I'm sure he'll come out and join us if he feels like it."

Twilight saved me from having to reply to that by finding her voice again. "You? And the Princess?" she stammered. "I thought you weren't into mares like that."

The two ponies made their way over to the futon from the door. Celestia sat down in the center and helped guide her companion into her lap. The Princess started playing with Applejack's hair while she and Twilight conversed.

"But Twi, this is Princess Celestia we're talkin' about. Don't tell me you never thought about it before. I ain't met a mare yet who would turn down the chance right away, not even the straightest of the straight."

Twilight's mouth busied itself trying and failing to form words, and the rest of her face experimented with new and innovative mixtures of red and purple. In the meantime, Celestia had quit playing with Applejack's hair and was now playfully nibbling at her ears while lightly running her hand across the farm girl's belly, stopping occasionally to fondle a boob or tickle her sides. More than a few giggles escaped her mouth under the Princess's ministrations.

"B-b-but, how?" Twilight finally managed.

"She said she wanted somepony to help with Bill's magic problem," Applejack got out before Celestia poked the soft spot on her side, eliciting more giggles. "When she told me my part, I just couldn't bring myself to say, 'No.'"

By then, Celestia had shifted her attention lower. Both hands traced their way up and down the orange pony's inner thighs. Up top, the Princess had begun planting small kisses along her partner's shoulder and neck. Applejack eventually relented and turned her head to allow the barrage of kisses to continue on her cheek.

Celestia took the opportunity to tease her fellow Princess further. "Oh, Twilight, my dear, sweet student," she cooed. "I don't want you to feel left out. I don't mind a little audience participation."

Twilight, for her part, remained firmly rooted in place, probably too stunned to react.

Applejack either got tired of Twilight's questioning, or she just couldn't take the ramping up of Celestia's attention. She let out a tiny moan before twisting around and pushing the Princess backward onto her back. The two of them fell together, and while Applejack took a second to recover, Celestia took the initiative, pulling the blonde-haired pony in for a deep kiss that lasted several seconds.

Seemingly at a loss for what to do next, Applejack went in for more kisses. Celestia eventually broke off to direct her companion's attention elsewhere. She helped Applejack shift herself lower, allowing the farm pony to use the royal bosom as a pillow. At the same time, the Princess raised her knees and spread her legs slightly, planting her feet and forcing her partner to straddle her while leaving just enough room between their two bodies for two hands to reach down. At first, Applejack hesitated, but Celestia took her hand and guided it to its target.

The Princess used her other hand to reach in and play with Applejack's breasts. From my angle, I couldn't quite see everything, but the pleased murmurs and giggles left plenty of the finer details to my active imagination. Celestia whispered something, and Applejack used her free arm to prop herself up to nuzzle into one of the Princess's magnificent mounds. Celestia moved her fondling hand to hold Applejack in place while she began licking and kissing around the Princess's nipple.

Suddenly, Applejack's supporting hand gave out, and she collapsed on top of her partner. She buried her face within the comfort of the Princess's ample bosom. Down below, Celestia withdrew her hand and offered a finger for the farm pony's sampling. Applejack winced slightly, probably surprised at the unexpected taste. Celestia smiled and let out a giggle in response before taking a taste of her own. She then lifted Applejack back up into kissing range to share another extended, deep kiss.

Once more, Celestia assisted a change in position. Applejack settled her nethers where the Princess could use her lips to scout the surface and her tongue to explore the depths. She used her hands to firmly squeeze the apple-adorned buttcheeks of her counterpart. The farmer arched her back, using her arms for support while Celestia did her thing. I still couldn't see everything, so I focused on Applejack's sizeable sweater stuffers as they bounced rhythmically in time with her pleasure.

As always, I finished well before the show did, and as always, the show continued regardless. I got the distinct impression that Celestia knew I was done and that she wasn't doing this for just my benefit. The scene before me only drove that point home further. The action taking place on the futon was not meant for an audience like a porn film would be. This was two people hell-bent on enjoying themselves and each other to the fullest extent they could manage. Celestia's smooth, confident movements contrasted with Applejack's awkward, often hesitant maneuvers, but the Princess didn't seem to care as she helpfully guided the smaller pony's actions.

Apparently done dining on delectable downstairs delights, Celestia turned and let Applejack fall over to the side. After extracting herself, she pushed herself up and crawled over to the downed pony on her hands and knees with a mischievous smile on her face and her wings lazily extending from her back. The Princess then grabbed her partner's wrists and held them down while she unleashed another barrage of kisses on her helpless, but madly giggling prey. She started with several quick smooches all over Applejack's face, occasionally dropping a longer one right on the lips. Then, she slowly moved lower, planting several more along the neck and shoulders. Finally, she got to the boobs. Those got special attention in the form of Celestia's tongue gently tickling each nipple before she went in for full-blown boob sucking.

Much to the detriment of my viewing pleasure, Celestia's wings relaxed and slowly lowered to the floor, effectively concealing the two performers in a shroud of warm, feathery softness. I took the opportunity to check on my counterpart to see if she'd regained her composure.

Twilight Sparkle was drooling. Her jaw hung slack, and her eyes were transfixed upon the sight before her. I also noticed one of her hands poking around in a very intimate place. Even the uptight Princess purple couldn't resist. I glanced at a nearby mirror to make sure I hadn't lost my bubble due to its caster going cross-eyed.

It took a couple more minutes for the sounds of pleasure to die down to contented murmurs. Slowly, Celestia retracted her wings and raised herself into a sitting position. Applejack, having been reduced to a moaning puddle of happy, was repositioned so that her head rested in the Princess's lap. For a few brief moments, the loving look directed at the orange one made it seem as if nothing else in the world existed. Then she looked up at me and Twilight.

"Such a shame you'll be leaving tonight. I should have thought of this sooner."

I had my own thoughts. 'That just happened, right there in front of me, and all I did was sit here and watch.'

Maybe Cadance's plan wouldn't be so bad after all.