Well, that happened.

About 15 minutes after all that, Lotus came in to inform us that our time was up. And not too soon, either; I was all sweated out. I was extremely relaxed, maybe even a little what I'd call purified, but my skin couldn't get any more slick if I tried.

I followed Big Mac, who was in a similar state, out of the sauna. We lightly dried off and then headed for a couple of the massage tables, towels around our waists.

The tables' design kind of intrigued me for a bit. They seemed to have a modular design where sections could be removed or slid around with ease before getting viced into place. That had to be for the sake of creating gaps for overendowed mares and stallions, who otherwise might have trouble laying in a flat posture. I had to wonder now how some ponies slept, though I hoped that whatever magic made their gifts comfortable and endurable also took care of the sleeping issue somehow. In any case, Big Mac's table had a significant gap near the center, while mine didn't have any at all.

We laid down, Big Mac awkwardly fitting his package through the provided gap, and the spa twins got to work – Lotus on me, Aloe on Big Mac. Right away, I could tell that a deep tissue massage was a very different experience for the two of us.

Big Mac was more defined and Aloe could read him like a map, but his sheer natural strength made it a challenge to really affect those muscles. Whereas I had nothing going on; I was easier to manipulate, but between my lack of definition and maybe some small differences in overall anatomy, Lotus had some trouble figuring out where to get started.

Having my back and legs rubbed down in pleasant patterns was nice, but not yet the mind-blowingly relaxing experience I'd expected. So I looked over to Big Mac, who was in a similar state of just taking it in stride. "Hey, Mac… Can I ask a question?"

"Eeyup."

I thought how best to phrase this. "So… This is another anatomy question, but… With how big you are, do you expect any trouble… fitting in?"

That question gave the spa sisters something to think about, judging by how Lotus hesitated and Aloe blushed a darker pink.

Big Mac, though, just grinned and laughed, putting a hand over his eyes. His laugh was a particular kind of laugh; remembering something funny with more than a dose of embarrassment.

"I sense there's a story there," I said.

"Um, well…" He cleared his throat, clearly not used to talking at length. He seemed to be nervous talking with the spa ponies in earshot, but he kept his eyes on me. "When Ah was growin' up… Gettin' 'round that age where, uh, fillies were talkin' to me… Ah'd gotten my cutie mark, so Ah was startin' to grow and grow and it jus' wasn' stoppin'. So Ah went to talk to mah Granny Smith."

"Ohhhhhhhh noooo!" I exclaimed, and laughed like a hyena. "Oh no!" I heard a few chuckles from our masseuses as well.

Big Mac grinned sheepishly and nodded a few times. "Eeeeeyup. Now, we'd had the talk 'bout the birds and the bees, and that was all clean as you'd think it'd be. But 'pparently, she thought Ah'd grown up enough to hear, in full detail, the story of mah Great-Aunt Apple Granita, a.k.a., the 'Dragon Layer.'"

I buried my hands in my arms to muffle my howling laughter. Even Aloe and Lotus were affected by the infectious mirth, though they attempted to remain professional. I wiped my eyes and said, "Ohhhh wow! Oh man, hahaha. Is there… Heehee! Is there any chance she was… embellishing??"

The apple farmer let out an embellished sigh. "Ah hoped. But then Ah actually met Apple Granita at a reunion the next year. And boy, you'd better believe she was happy to confirm everythin'. Said somethin' like, 'just the tip gave her a bulge the size of her whole body,' among many other things…" He shuddered deliberately.

Aloe broke all pretense and broke into cute laughter, while Lotus just stopped and covered her face in sympathetic embarrassment. Then the blue sister cleared her throat and said, "T-To answer Pascal's question, it's common knowledge that mares – and stallions, for that matter – can, erm, accommodate… their partners… in just about any way they… choose to… accept them."

The pink sister, somewhat more confident but still grinning with nervous energy, waved off her sister's fluster. "Yes, yes, we can be quite flexible when we need to be. Not to say that some sizes aren't… a challenge… But nothing a little diligence can't overcome. Some ponies even prefer it!"

It was clear that, between the four of us, the ice had not just been broken, but obliterated.

"That answers that," was all I could say.

Once they got the giggles out of their system, Lotus and Aloe got back to rubbing. His story done, Big Mac laid his head back down. "So that's what this and… that… was about, right?" he asked me. "Jus' gettin' to know things from the stallion point of view?"

"Well, first and foremost," I replied. "I mean, a billion other reasons, too. There's some mares I like, and I'm going to try and get enhanced to do better by them, so…"

"Awww," Lotus commented. Somehow she found that romantic, I guess.

I sighed. "And besides the whole sex education thing… Fact is, hyper-dicks are kinda my fetish too. Mostly in me having one, but I've gone my whole life assuming that would never happen. So I got used to the idea of enjoying it vicariously through others. And what goes for average around here still falls under that heading. …What is average here, anyway?"

Simultaneously, Lotus said 16 inches and Aloe said two feet. After they hashed it out, they agreed that it wasn't so much a question of 'average' when it came to ponies. 16 inches was the common acceptable minimum for an adult, but a lot of stallions were quite a bit bigger. I wasn't sure if my body could handle being that big, but since I was starting from just shy of 6, anything would be an improvement.

Didn't seem to stop Lyra from enjoying me last night… But I had to wonder how much of that was split between her vaginal control tightening things up, the foreplay and anal we'd been through before that, and the contribution of her human fetish.

"So yeah, that's basically it," I said once the spa twins were done discussing penis sizes.

Big Mac grunted neutrally. "Glad Ah could help."

"Yeah, thanks. Glad, uh… Glad I could help too, I guess. If I did, I mean."

I saw the corners of his muzzle lift a little bit. "…Eeyup."

"Huh. I guess it's– Woah. Woooooaaaaaahhhohoho…!" That was the point when Lotus did something… really amazing, something that just spiraled out from a key point in my back and spread warm, tingly feelings throughout my entire body. "What did…? How did…?"

"Ah," Aloe chirped, "finally solved the puzzle?"

"I think so," Lotus replied. I could hear the grin in her voice. "Assuming this next pressure point does what I think it will."

There was pressure, then a quick burst of pain… and then I just melted. Three weeks of stress, and a lifetime of worries behind it, started to flow out like someone had opened the rusted floodgates. I found myself incapable of moving, nor especially wanting to. "Thaaaaaat's good," I moaned. "Keep doing thaaaat."

Lotus chuckled and got to work in earnest, every touch amplified now that she'd done… whatever she'd done back there. Big Mac also let out a strangled cry and slumped onto his table. Apparently Aloe had figured out the trick to handling his physique as well. Or, going by the confident smirk on her face, maybe she'd just been waiting for us to stop gabbing.

There wasn't much discussion after that.

For about another half an hour I was really flabby putty in Lotus's hands. I idly wondered if all professional masseuses had this kind of skill or if there was some magic in how Lotus was really, really good at this. Every time I thought I was as relaxed and as de-stressed as I could possibly get, Lotus would find some new pressure point, or she'd rub different muscles in a certain order, and before I knew it I was going further. She played me like an instrument – a few plucks on the right strings, and suddenly there was a melody.

When our time came to a close, I wasn't sure if I was totally relaxed yet or if Lotus could find some new way to make me feel better, but I was greatly interested in finding out at a later date. I was also painfully aware of how much my body needed exercise, but that was a fair tradeoff.

That was the end of Big Mac's treatment, so it was time for us to part ways. He got ready to leave while I was preparing to transition to the salon.

He gave me a humble smile and said, "Nice, uh, talkin' with ya, Pascal. Glad Ah got to know ya."

"Very much the same," I agreed. "See you around, Mac."

"Eeyup." With that, Aloe led him back to the front to change and pay his bill.

I was led to the salon. It had been a couple of months since my last haircut, and in the last three weeks it had grown from merely short to actually a little unkempt. I asked for just a trim and a bit of fringe styling. I probably wasn't going to keep it up that way, but I felt bad asking professional stylists to just buzz me down and nothing else.

The salon care package also came with a shave of my incoming beard. This was how I found out that magical razors existed in this world. They were apparently quite expensive, but the experience was worlds better than the disposable ones I'd been working with the past two weeks. I had to get one.

After that was the facial treatment, which was a bit more involved than I was expecting. Aloe started by asking some questions about what my skin concerns were (I didn't have a clue), and then she examined my face under a bright light for a few minutes. She seemed to decide on a fancy green cream product with some brand name I couldn't remember. She even offered the cucumber slices on the eyes, which I accepted. I'd had more than a couple of sleepless nights recently; my eyes were puffy as hell.

It was getting closer to noon. There were more customers coming in and more employees to handle them. But the twins focused on me when they could. Probably because I was a Deluxe customer, I reckoned.

While the facial did its work, next came the seaweed wrap, which apparently also came with a mud bath. With the seaweed substance tightly wrapped around my body, I was carefully led into the pool of hot mud and left to soak for a while. This was the part I was most dubious about – both for combining the two treatments and the effectiveness of either of them. The mud was an odd experience and the seaweed felt oily and slimy and kind of reeked a bit.

After a while in that combination, though, I was cleaned off and given time in a hot bath with fancy shampoo and body wash. That's where I started to really notice the effects. My skin not only looked cleaner than it had been in a while, but felt smoother and even more healthy, like it was breathing easier now. The warmth of being suffused in the mud bath had also finished off the work of the massage, easing a few remaining aches and pains in certain muscles and joints.

Then my time was up. I dried off, and headed for the changing room. There were a couple of mirrors in the room that I took advantage of while I as switching clothes. All in all, I looked very… clean. Downright groomed. And I felt better than just a bag of cellulite. Now, if I could find a personal trainer to help me with the weight… And a nutritionist… Maybe it was time for a dentist, too…

I smirked and shook my head. Alright, I was a long way from looking like a new man, but I was a much better-feeling man right now. Maybe the effect would wear off after a couple of days on my own, but for now I was content. I could see affluent people spending a good deal of money on this once in a while, just to feel this good.

Putting on my old street clothes felt like a crime after all that, but I bore the discomfort and headed out to the lobby, where Lotus was waiting. "Ah, Pascal! Did you enjoy your deluxe treatment?"

I looked up at the clock. A quarter to noon. "One heck of a way to spend a morning. I've always been a little too poor for spas, but I see the appeal now."

Lotus chuckled and smiled. "Well, I do hope you'll come by every so often. And you can continue to enjoy complimentary service as long as you like."

My face fell. "Oh, geez… Honestly, I feel bad for asking that, now. You do amazing work here. I should… I want to pay you back."

"It's really no trouble, Pascal," Lotus assured me genuinely.

I sighed. That was the Normal talking, but I found it incredibly difficult to argue for paying 400 bits I didn't have. "Yeah, but…" I attempted lamely.

Lotus regarded me for a while. Then her demeanor changed in a couple of subtle ways. She leaned in a bit. Her eyelids lowered slightly. Her smile changed to a smirk. "Such an honorable human," she then said in a lowered tone. "I have an idea, then. Next time you come by, we'll discuss some alternative forms of payment. Maybe by showing me some of that 'chivalry' you gave Miss Ditzy and Mister Mac…"

'Flabbergasted' was not the perfect word to describe my reaction, but it was close enough. "Uh… Uh-huh…! Well…!"

She pulled back a bit. "Sorry, that was forward of me. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no, that's…!" I was doing damage control before I realized it. "That sounds lovely! I'm just- I'm still not used to the idea of anyone coming on to me, at all, ever. Just… Wow. But yeah, I'd love to! …Spend time with you, that is!"

My flustered reaction got a smile out of her. I found the strength within myself to laugh at my own lack of cool, and that got her laughing too.

Once I'd calmed down, I said, "Um, well, the rest of my day is pretty packed…"

"Mine too."

"And I'll probably be recovering tomorrow, but yeah. Just, whenever our paths cross again, hopefully soon, I'd… really like that."

Lotus nodded. "Looking forward to it, Pascal. Have a great day."

I wished her the same and headed out the door of the Ponyville Day Spa. That emotional tangle of excited nervousness followed me down the street for a while. I thought about getting lunch, but Ponyville General Hospital was a decent walk away, and it probably wasn't a good idea to eat right before a magical medical procedure. I'm sure they wouldn't mind me showing up a little early.

As I made my way through town, I pondered Lotus. She had spent the last three hours grooming my body, but surely she didn't find my overweight human body attractive? I guess it was what she'd said – I'd been so 'generous' to Derpy and Bic Mac in such an unprecedented way, and she must've thought that was exemplary enough to overcome everything else.

I was discovering a common theme with this power: Reduced impulse control. If a pony had desires and they involved me – Golden Harvest's blowjob, Derpy stripping, Lyra's three rounds at midnight, Lotus's proposition – they were much more likely to act on them, or at least ask if it was okay with me.

Except… not really? Come to think of it, I had 'primed' each pony in some way before those things happened. Whether it by asking for something before or performing a rationalized action in front of them, I had been redefining what was okay when it involved me. I'd asked Golden Harvest for a handjob, so it was okay to give me a blowjob. I was naked, so Derpy thought it was okay to ask to strip. I'd been naked in front of Lyra, and even watched her masturbate yesterday, so the escalation there was a no-brainer.

And I'd 'chivalrously' serviced two random ponies right in front of Lotus, so she'd hedged her bets and asked if she could get in on that. From the way she'd backpedaled, the possibility had already existed in her mind that it wouldn't be okay, that I would refuse for some reason she couldn't predict. But because of my public actions, she figured it wouldn't be too impolite to ask.

This seemed to be true of every post-Normal interaction I could think of. Actions were louder than words. Thankfully, the ripple effects only seemed to change their social relationship with me specifically, but I needed to acknowledge that the ripple effects were happening.

Oh god, speaking of ripple effects… More like 'nipple effects' (ironic self-deprecating lol). Not four hours ago, I'd given Derpy a Normal suggestion that she was allowed to spread, with no restriction other than some vaguely defined criteria, more advice than anything. Sure, I'd feared the possibility of being confronted with topless mares all around town, but that had been short-sighted of me. How would other, regular ponies adjust, besides treating it as nothing special? How would they get 'primed' once they got used to it and learned that I was the reason why it was okay?

I had to touch base with Derpy soon. Just to make sure things were under control. Luckily, it sounded like she was going to be at Pinkie's party tonight… assuming nothing went wrong at my 'enhancement.'

And I didn't think things were going to go wrong. Or if something did, I'd be surrounded by enough skilled professionals that I would make it through. Maybe I should've set aside more time for this, but I'd already decided this was too important. I wanted to experience having a larger human cock before I possibly succumbed to the average stallion inside me.

That was the kind of determination that carried me to Ponyville General. That, and about most of an hour of walking. I could've probably asked for a carriage ride or something, but I didn't want to interrupt anyone's lunchtime, nor did I want to be too early for this.

Stepping inside brought back unpleasant memories. Falling out of the sky, getting quarantined like I was some kind of patient zero, running through all manner of tests and trials and questionnaires…

It was nice to walk in here like a normal person for once. Same for every place, but this place especially.

The lobby was quiet and not particularly busy, so I looked for a reception area where I could let interested parties know I had arrived. But before I could embark on my master plan, I was interrupted. "Pascal! That's you, right?"

A nurse pony walked up to me – none other than Nurse Redheart, in fact. She was dressed in a very tight-fitting white coat, squeezing together two breasts a bit bigger than her head and revealing a great mile of inviting cleavage as well. It didn't seem like I was ever going to get a break from busty mares acting casual around me. "Uh… Yeah."

"Good. Princess Twilight Sparkle and her team wanted to talk with you once you arrived. Will you follow me?"

I agreed, and Redheart led me up to a conference room on the third floor of the hospital. I walked in to see Twilight and a bunch of other ponies gathered around some kind of magical graph she'd set up on the far wall. The papers containing my test data were scattered about the room. A nearby whiteboard had been erased and written over so many times, the ghosts of theorems past were bleeding through.

All eyes turned towards me. "Pascal!" Twilight exclaimed. "Glad you're here!"

An older, light blue earth pony stallion with a very curly white beard approached me. "So you're the patient I've heard so much about," he greeted me in a gravelly but friendly voice. He shook my hand and said, "Doctor Cross, from Canterlot. I'll be in charge of the operation today, along with Doctors Shield and Horse, and of course Princess Twilight and her friend Zecora."

The tall zebra woman in a concealing brown robe came up to me and shook my hand as well. "Greetings, friend. We're very anxious to see if we can improve your anatomy."

I tried to suss out the shaman's curves, but the robe was draped baggily over her body and tied together to leave no opening. All I could guess from the upper shelf she projected was that she had to be very impressive under there. Didn't stop me from stammering a non-sentence out.

"We're just about done planning," Twilight explained once I went through the rest of the introductions. "There's one more detail to figure out, and then we can get started."

"Good," I replied, feeling more than a little sheepish all of a sudden. "Honestly, thank you all, but… I feel bad for making you guys rush like this. If I'd been thinking, I wouldn't have made it such an emergency."

There didn't seem to be any bad feelings among the staff, though, and Doctor Cross just chuckled. "Think nothing of it, son. It's actually been quite exhilarating. Like being in one of those medical dramas. A limited time frame, an unprecedented problem, heated discussion with bright minds from a variety of backgrounds… And the data we stand to collect is invaluable. I have no doubt I'll be giving lectures on this operation six months from now!"

I facepalmed. I really did. "Great, 'cause that's what I need," I muttered dryly. "More ponies talking about my penis."

Cross laughed and patted me on the back. "Take it as a compliment from the medical community. Now, Princess, that last detail you mentioned…"

Twilight nodded and walked around the table to meet me. "Pascal, there's one quick test I want to do before we get you set up. Could you hold out your hand, please?"

One more test. Why not? I put my hand in front of her.

The Princess's horn glowed, and a purple, glittering mist surrounded my hand. It felt cool, but other than that it didn't seem to do anything. I was reminded of an old middle school chemistry class, where we added food coloring to beakers full of water. The mist just wove and billowed around my hand like she'd dyed the air around it.

Another glow, and she pulled the mist back and shaped it into a cube, then seemed to scan it. "Okay," she said. "Over 15 seconds, there's been an exchange of point-zero-zero-two."

Murmurs went through the room. "Not much, then," Cross remarked. "Very well. We'll go with the original parameters, and that tiny exchange rate will give us a little breathing room. Sound good?"

The other doctors nodded and began cleaning up the papers. I lowered my hand after a few confused seconds and said, "Anyone want to give me the rundown?"

Twilight gave me a look that was half-excited, half-uneasy. "Um… Well, I assume because of the… spell we did, your body now has a slight connection to the magical field. It's interacting with your body on a very basic level."

"Oh." I went a little stiff and tried not to look worried. "Oh…"

"I wish I had more data – Is the connection growing or is it a set amount? – but what that means is that the magic and potions we use on your body will be supported a tiny bit by the ambient magic around you. Like Cross said, that should give your body some breathing room as we make it change."

I swallowed and nodded. "Well… Okay, then. I guess… I should go?"

Twilight caught my look, but nodded back. "Yes. The setup will take some time, and then…" She clasped my hands in hers. "…then we hope for the best."

"Don't worry," Cross said from across the room. "Celestia as our witness, you're coming off that table healthier than you get on it."

I shook Twilight's hands and then stepped away, not sure what to feel all of a sudden. The alicorn joined the rest of the doctors to get the prep started, so I followed Nurse Redheart out of the room to get ready myself.

Changing clothes, the initial consultation, and signing waivers passed by me in a blur. I was too intensely preoccupied by this new revelation. I now had a small connection to the ambient magic that all creatures in this world were a part of. I had a cutie mark-like magic inside me, so that made a certain amount of sense. But I had no idea what kind of effect it would have on me. Or rather… I had a few terrifying ideas.

I had already learned that the magic field influenced transformations. It took care of all the little details when they used magic on themselves, and it reverted them back after a period of time. So if I was now connected to that force…

It was hard not to draw a line between that and the threat of the Normal turning against me. Could it be that now it didn't have to wait for me to sleep? Now could it change me in degrees, possibly without me noticing?

I am human. I am Pascal. That mantra didn't seem as powerful as it had two days ago.

But I was panicking wildly and I knew it. There was also the chance that the .002 was all the strength it had, or the chance that the dreams were one thing and the connection was a different unrelated thing. It's just that the worst-case scenarios compelled me more than the vague hope that there wasn't a problem.

Either way, there wasn't much I could do. I'd made my bed, and now it was time to lie in it. Oh look, here it comes now.

I was wheeled into an operating room, dressed in naught but my underwear and a hospital gown. Nurse Redheart helped hook me up into the various machines in the room. I had apparently rated for one of the larger rooms, with a big one-way mirror between me and a small theater room for students to watch the procedure through. One way or another, I was about to become a piece of pony medical history.

The doctors, Twilight, and Zecora filed in soon after, and Nurse Redheart fitted me with a face mask. "Just take deep breaths," she told me. "In… and out."

"You're putting me under?" I mumbled through the mask. I was going to sleep… and dream. Fuck. I mean, of course they were going to; I didn't want to be awake for this… but fuck.

Nurse Redheart just nodded. From my position on the table, her coat-covered breasts projected over me enticingly, and she didn't respond as I stared at her, even as the doctors began to crowd around.

If these were to be my last human moments, I made sure Redheart's soft bosom was the last thing I saw before I passed out.

Everything after that was hazy.

I remember there being a period of calm.

Then panic.

Anger and fear and despair mixed together.

The sensation of tears on my face.

Something warm, right at the lowest point of sadness. Warmth not only on my skin but in my ears, in my eyes. I heard and beheld something beautiful.

I got angry again, but less so. I was thankful, too.

One very clear image stuck out to me. I was looking into the face of my other self, the stallion the magic wanted me to be. There were no features I could see; it was just a glowing blue silhouette. It struck its balled-up hands against the air, like there was an invisible wall between me and it.

After that, things got hazy again.

More warmth. I was completely enveloped on both sides by midnight blue.

I was curious, desperately curious. I needed answers like my life depended on them.

"Alright. The truth, then…"

I was shown a rush of images. I barely comprehended what I saw.

Anger and despair again.

As the anesthetic wore off, I went through a period of drifting in and out of consciousness across 45 minutes. The sun was setting, shining through the blinds of a hospital room. I was no longer on an operating table; I was resting on a bed.

Everything felt numb, and just beneath that, sore. I felt very different, but couldn't get a grip on why. Every breath I took felt weird.

Nurse Redheart came in to check up on me regularly, and noticed this time that I was consistently awake. "Ah, looks like you're up now. I'll go let Twilight know."

"Do I have a tail?" I rasped weakly. Redheart just gave me a bewildered look before walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, she came back with Twilight, Zecora, and Doctor Cross in tow. Twilight brightened up visibly at the sight of me and sat in the chair next to the bed. "Hey, Pascal. Feeling better?"

"Do I have a tail?" I repeated, still dazed. "I'm really worried I grew a tail, Twi…"

She smiled warmly at me and reached up to the side of my head. Her fingers ran across my ear, still as round as ever and in the right place. "No tail, Pascal," she whispered to me. "Human ears, and human toes too. You're still human."

I let out a deep breath. "…I think I dreamed, Twi. I think Luna was there. Can't remember much, though."

"Sounds like she might've helped."

"I hope so."

Doctor Cross cleared his throat, and Twilight leaned back against her chair to give me room. "How are you feeling, son? Any extreme pain or discomfort?"

I shook my head slowly. "No, just… Everywhere's numb."

"That'll be the painkillers."

"Beyond that, everything's a little sore. And…" I looked at a nearby clock. 7:10?! "And I'm late!"

"I already let Pinkie Pie know," Twilight assured me. She pulled a card off the end table next to the bed. The design said, 'Get Well Soon!' Drawn in pen was an arrow between Well and Soon, and under that were the words 'very, very, very, very, very, very, very.'

It put a smile on my face. "Can I still be fashionably tardy?" I asked.

"The possibility's there, it's true," Zecora responded. "What happens next will depend on you."

I looked down at myself, but everything up to my clavicle was covered in bedsheets. "Alright, Doc. What's… What's the verdict?"

Doctor Cross smiled beneath his beard. "The operation was a success, though there were a couple of complications along the way. Nothing drastic, but it did extend the operation past our estimate, and we had to put a limit on how much we could enhance you."

"Oh…"

"I think you'll be happy with the results, though," he added. "Princess, if you don't mind."

Twilight smirked at me and slowly pulled down the bedsheets until they were folded just over my crotch. I looked down and observed.

I was suddenly a lot less fat.

I wasn't muscled, per se. I actually looked a little emaciated. But my moobs were gone, my gut was a lot smaller, and the stretch marks and the worst of the cellulite seemed to have been cleared up.

"The first thing you'll notice is the transfer and conversion of mass and fat cells, along with general cosmetic healing," Cross explained, his voice settling into professor lecture mode. "But that was actually one of the last things we did. The bulk of our work was focused on your cardiovascular system, especially your heart."

Now that he mentioned it, if I focused, I could feel my heart beating in my chest a little more strongly than I remembered before this. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

"Which led to our complications," Cross went on. "Having stronger blood vessels without any other modification threw your body significantly out of balance. We had to tweak respiration, your lungs. Then we needed to adjust muscle tissue to fit around it. Thankfully, Twilight's data and Zecora's herbs were invaluable as the parameters of the operation changed by the hour."

I inhaled, focusing on my chest. I felt just a bit stronger, breathing just a bit deeper.

"I'm afraid, after all that, working on your penis and testicles was the very last thing we worked on, and coaxing mass into the length was a much more involved process than we'd thought. But what's important is that the infrastructure is much better than ever. You should experience a significant increase in stamina, production, and staying power – as requested. And should you ever want to get further enhanced in the future, it will be a lot easier now."

I looked back down, searching for the guest of honor. It was partially obscured between my thighs. "So, uh, has anyone actually measured it?"

Zecora laughed. "Yes, we measured your brand new dick! Had to make sure we'd done the trick. Twilight herself wrote down your size, cheering like it's a special prize."

The alicorn tried to make herself as small as possible, blushing furiously. "T-Ten and a quarter inches," she squeaked.

Thump-thump. THUMP-THUMP.

"I want to see it," I declared.

The bedsheets were promptly pulled the rest of the way off. I tried shifting a bit to reach for my junk, but my arms still felt sore and I was still hooked up to a bunch of hospital equipment.

"Could, uh, someone help me out?"

Twilight, still blushing but smiling now, reached between my legs and hefted up my cock and balls. I could already tell they were bigger. My dick, still mostly soft, was resting at about three or four inches long. But my balls were another matter entirely. Where before they'd felt like tiny eggs inside a shriveled sack, they now felt almost like two tennis balls in a smooth bag that bulged and sloshed. I could tell where the focus had gone.

My dick was slowly chubbing up just from the excitement of being bigger, but I couldn't wait. "Can someone help get me erect?"

Twilight began to stroke with her hands.

I couldn't help but notice the other three ponies in the room slowly crowding around me. Part of me realized that they were curious from a medical point of view, making sure that everything was working properly. But my rising lust couldn't help but interpret it as an almost pagan attraction, especially as Nurse Redheart's bulging bustline came into view over my arm.

THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP.

"Woah." I could feel the sensation of my heart beating faster in excitement, pumping blood to my cock. Within seconds, my dick was as hard as it was going to get, and Twilight let go. My now 10-inch-long, 2-inch-wide package stood tall and proud, completely unassisted.

Before, with my low blood pressure, my cock would sometimes need some pressure on it to keep it up, but that didn't seem to be a problem anymore. My dick pointed up at the ceiling and back a bit, possessed of a kind of strength I hadn't felt in a long time.

This, I thought, was the cock of my modest dreams. I knew it would still be lacking compared to the average adult stallion, but this was an improvement in just about every other important way.

"Well… nothing left but to test drive it," I said giddily.

Twilight automatically reached out to stroke me again, but Zecora gently put a hand on the alicorn's wrist. "You've had enough time inside his pants. Can't you give somepony else a chance?"

The Princess looked up at Zecora with confusion, then worriedly back at me. But I was incredibly interested in the zebra option. "Heck yeah."

Zecora smiled and started to untie her robe. Twilight went wide-eyed. "But…!"

"This is the price you have to pay for making me think about cock all day," Zecora rhymed, and then threw off her robe. Beneath it, she'd been wearing sandals and panties and nothing else. Her gray tits were gigantic, topped with thick black nipples, which were pierced with golden rings, and all of it casting a shadow over an appealingly rounded stomach. Behind her was an incredible booty flaring out from her relatively thin waist, each cheek big enough to lose two hands in. Combined with the gold rings and her natural zebra markings, her body was a picture of exaggerated exotic eroticism.

Zecora leaned down to me from the side of the cot, her breasts pressing down on my arm as she gave me a sultry smile. "Breasts, buttocks, mouth, or thumb; how would you like me to make you cum?"

I groaned and felt a bit of wetness run down my shaft. My balls were apparently so productive I was already leaking pre at her incredible accent. "Th-That voice is giving me ideas," was the first answer to come to mind.

"Your humble answer gets my vote; there's nothing like a zebra throat."

Zecora shifted over to my crotch, dragging her immense breasts along my side. Twilight and Redheart backed away to give her room, watching in almost stunned silence. Doctor Cross looked away awkwardly.

She leaned down further, her nipple rings pressing into my stomach and my thigh as she put herself level to the head of my cock. From where I was sitting, I could tell my 10-inch cock would still get completely smothered by Zecora's tits if she used them on me. As much as I wanted to really penetrate some hyper-busty cleavage someday, the idea that I still had a long way to go got me even hotter.

Zecora took the head of my cock into her mouth, suckled on it for a few seconds, and then sloooowly pushed her way down. I was just thick enough to force her to open wide, her thick lips stretching around my girth. Her tongue gently rubbed along my underside as it traveled further and further…

Then I met a bit of resistance, but there were still a handful of inches to go. After a second, Zecora took a deep breath, swallowed, and kept going.

My cockhead entered a new realm of tight constriction I'd never experienced before. I could feel her throat undulate around me as she swallowed over and over again, squeezing the tip in wet muscle. On the outside, she managed to press her nose against my thigh, the rest of her looking like it would tip over from having to lean over her compressed bosom.

Then she pulled back and did it all over again, which just blew my mind.

I made it as long as the third time she swallowed the first three inches of cock into her throat. Then the dam broke. My balls pulled up towards my cock and I started pulsing, sending wave after wave of fresh cum I couldn't see straight down her throat.

My orgasm lasted a lot longer this time around. Zecora eventually pulled back until the head was in her mouth, and I filled her mouth with my essence. And then I was still going; she let me go, and I sprayed pearly white cum all over her face. She pulled my cock to the side and stroked it, sending the last few globs onto the tops of her breasts before it finally gave out.

I was breathing hard after all that sustained release, but my dick retained most of its hardness. With a bit of stimulation, I could probably get raring to go in no time. What were my refractory period and stamina like now? The prospect was exciting.

As Zecora cleaned herself off, I noticed a bit of purple magic fly through the air. Zecora hadn't noticed, but I looked over in time to see Twilight float over a strand of white cum, shoving it into her mouth before the others could see. They were a bit captivated by Zecora's performance.

I looked back at Zecora and said, "How's the taste?"

"Mmmm." Zecora rubbed a few globs off her breasts and stuck them into her mouth. "Mm. I have to say it's more than fine; something about it tastes divine."

I glanced over at Twilight, who seemed to be nodding very slightly in agreement.

"I'd like some more, not just to feed. What brews to make with human seed?" Zecora lifted herself off of me and reached for her robe. "Alas, you've set a time to play. I'll have to try some other day."

Ah, right, the party. "Am I clear to go?" I asked and tried getting up. My sore muscles protested, and I let myself fall back against the bed. "Okay, maybe I'm still a little weak."

"Indeed," Doctor Cross said, coming back into view. "If I had my way, you'd have bedrest until morning. But the Princess has impressed upon me the vital importance of attending this Pinkie Pie's parties, and you're technically healthy enough to go. So I'll just say this: Don't exert yourself. Give your new body time to adjust. Drink plenty of fluids, eat some food, and then rest. No dancing or running or anything of the sort for a while."

I scratched my neck and grinned nervously. "How about… y'know, sex? I mean, chances are…"

Cross thought for a moment. "The orgasm itself should be fine; we spent all afternoon optimizing that part of your body. But most sex acts involve some sort of vigorous motion, which the rest of you is just not prepared for. So if you're going to engage in sexual activity, I highly recommend you use positions that don't require you to move, or do much of anything. Give your body a day or two to rest and regrow."

My eyebrows shot up. I had an excuse to lie back and get topped and serviced for a couple of days?! "Oookaaaaay, Doc," I replied with a shit-eating grin. "Whateeever you saaaay."

It was pretty obvious what I was so happy about, but no one seemed to mind. Cross turned to leave. "I'll arrange for transportation to Sugarcube Corner. Just be careful, Pascal."

Twilight came over to me and helped me rise up to a sitting position. She rubbed my back a bit and said, "We should be there by 8, and then we have all night to party and relax. You ready?"

"You're going?" I asked.

She smiled awkwardly. "I originally wasn't, but… Well, there's a surprise involved, but I convinced her to let me attend under a certain… condition. So yes, I'll be there to keep an eye on you."

"Sounds good." Time to see what my Welcome to Ponyville party was going to be like. "Let's roll."