"Are we sure it's… still healthy?" Moondancer asked nervously.

Trixie rolled her eyes, masking her frustration with sarcasm. "I don't know, you tell me."

"C'mon, ponies," Sapphire urged. "Let's get him off the floor."

I was lifted by four pairs of hands and carefully carried to an empty chair. They delicately settled me into an upright position, then stepped back to give me some room.

"Pascal?" Spitfire called out. "Hey, you with us? Anything still hurt?"

Slowly, my senses returned to me. I felt incredibly tender where it counted, but I guessed by their actions that I wasn't a bleeding eunuch. I summoned the courage to look down. My pants and underwear had been pulled down to my ankles, and I was able to see everything.

The skin of my dick didn't look red, which was a plus. My eyes were a bit blurry from the pain and my accelerated heartbeat, so I couldn't see fine details… but my dick felt semi-hard, and it looked at a glance much thicker than before, maybe even a bit longer. I felt a bit of wetness at the tip of my cock, and then felt something drip between my legs. I shifted, and my balls felt like they were taking up more space than before. I felt like some of the tubes and glands through my whole reproductive system had gotten a little more pronounced, too.

"Celestia's sake, Photo, what did you do to him?" Hoity Toity demanded.

"It… It was a standard growth and… 'productivity' enhancement," the mare replied contritely. "You– You know how I like them, Hoity. Big and… leaky."

As much pain as I'd been through, the idea that I might've gotten enhanced even further made my blood flow further south regardless. The enhancements I'd received from Twilight and Zecora's surgery might've been compounded by the assistant's spell, and I found that my dick was hardening in no time at all. It was… really big, now. At least by my standards.

"How… How big?" I asked raggedly.

A roll of measuring tape in a pink aura floated over to my hardened cock and unrolled, and Fleur knelt down into my line of sight. "Just a hair over 12 inches," she announced, and moved the tape around. "Diameter… Two and a half inches. Testicles…" Her magic pressed the tape flush against my bloated ballsack and stretched down. "Hanging almost four inches down. They are quite full, and have obtained a more ovoid character to them now." She looked up at me with a patient smile. "At least, compared to what I saw in front of the stadium."

My eyes slowly widened. It was official – I had a footlong cock, thicker than a soda can, with balls to match and then some. I had officially gone past the point of desirably big for my species and straight into an oversized fantasy. One of MY oversized fantasies.

I had to admit, it didn't feel so great to finally be here. Not only had the pain been excruciating (and I was still feeling echoes of it now), it felt unnatural jutting out of my crotch like it was. Like it didn't fit my body, like it would be more at home on some kind of troll-like brute than on wimpy old me. A significant part of me was excited, sure, but…

A rolling wave of pleasure curled through my lower body, and my hips thrust automatically as a stream of precum shot out of my cock. It actually traveled a few inches forward before barely missing Fleur's knees on the floor. I was producing like a real breeder, now. I could actually feel pressure in my… I want to say 'vas deferens,' but I'm not an anatomy major. Just around that general area, there was pressure. I NEEDED to relieve it.

I raised my arm limply to point at Photo Finish. "You," I ordered. "Titfuck. Nowww."

The photographer started, then quickly nodded, took off her trademark glasses (revealing a pair of deep blue, almost black, eyes), and reached back to undo her dress. "Yes, of course, I… I vill do so."

With a sort of grim determination, Sapphire Shores started to pull her snazzy dress up over her head. "I'll help out too!"

And so it was that Equestria's premiere fashion photographer and the Pony of Pop knelt down on either side of my chair, their tops divested and their breasts on full bare display. Photo Finish's tits were bigger than her head by a half with pronounced, inverted nipples. Sapphire Shores' breasts were only a little bit smaller, maybe by only an inch of measurement, but her areolae were superbly broad and covered a greater portion of her chest.

As one, they mashed their chests together around my dick. Even with my size, the two pairs of tits in my lap completely smothered it in a sea of cloudy-soft blue and gold. Only barely, though. It took the full force squishing to cover the tip; otherwise it would stick out just barely over the top of their combined cleavage. It also made a greater indent with its thickness, forcing them to really squeeze around the hard curved flesh so as not to get pushed back. I was no longer beholden to the all-consuming territories of the average mare's boobs – now I was just barely a force to be reckoned with.

Photo Finish and Sapphire Shores started out experimentally, shifting their chests up and down awkwardly to try and stroke my dick in alternating patterns. Eventually, they settled into a rhythm of mashing their breasts against each other rhythmically, smooshing my cock over and over. "Ist this good?" Photo Finish asked hesitantly.

I responded not with words, but with my cock spurting out another tablespoon of precum into the valley of their tits. Now that the stimulation was happening, my reproductive system was going into overdrive, lubricating in excess, drenching itself and everything around it.

"I'd say we're doing fine," Sapphire Shores commented, and took in a deep sniff. "Woo! Is that your natural scent, boy? Did you put on some kinda fragrance? Or maybe Photo's assistant sneak in some kinda incense in that spell?"

"N-No, no such thing," Photo Finish denied as fervently as she could manage.

I did my best to speak, but I quickly realized the spell and pain and sweating had left me extremely parched. "I'm… I'm told that ponies like human pheromones… Also, could someone get me some water…?"

"So that's what it is!" Sapphire Shores exclaimed with glee as one of the assistants left to get another water bottle. "Mmm, it's a shame what happened to you, but if I could bottle you up and sell you in my lifestyle brand… It'd sell like hotcakes!"

What was it with these ponies and hotcakes? That confusing thought kept me from the brink of cumming a few seconds longer.

"Hey, Photo," Sapphire then said. "Follow my lead." She leaned her head down between their breasts and pressed her lips against my swollen, spurting cockhead. Photo Finish caught on almost instantly and did the same. Together, they mirrored each other, lavishing worship upon my cock with both their huge tits and their plush lips.

"Guuahh!!" was the undignified sound I made as I came harder than ever before. Cum of extreme thickness and viscosity shot out of my cock in slow, sustained, powerful pulses. My cumslit had grown significantly larger, as well as the internal tube, meaning the muscular contractions forcing the semen out of my body were that much more intense. In short, I burst like a firehose, splashing the mares' faces and nearly coating them with one spurt.

It felt FANTASTIC. Every pulse was so strong and so long, each flex of my enhanced cock felt like a mini-orgasm exploding in my head. Cumming felt like a recursive experience, pleasure cascading into more pleasure. I didn't care at all about the thick, goopy cum staining the mares and the floor.

After the last shot of cum, my cock remained hard and burning with pleasure. Even the afterglow was enhanced, the residual pleasure concentrating in my dick and keeping me ready for more. I was this close to lolling my tongue out of my mouth.

Idly, I wondered: Had there been this much a difference after the magical operation, too? Maybe, but my starting point had been very low that time, and I was on painkillers for pretty much the entire night. By the time I was able to notice a difference in how my orgasm felt, everything had already been 'broken in' by the events of the Welcome to Ponyville party. But here, I had no buffer to get used to it.

While I was off having a think in my own little world, Sapphire Shores wiped off some of the thick white goop that had landed on her muzzle and proceeded to suck on her own fingers. "Mmm!" Her eyes widened at the taste. "Oh, honey! If I could just strap you to an industrial milker and make enough for my product line…" Her hands reached for her big amber breasts to scoop up some more, but it quickly changed to rubbing my cum into her skin as she moaned at the sensation. "Ahh, maybe even a skin cream…"

My mind conjured an image of me in a barn, my wrists held up by ropes, my balls even more painfully bloated, and my urethra sounded by a plastic tube that was milking out everything I had. Ow, ow, ow.

Rather suddenly, Photo Finish, still covered in my cum, shoved Sapphire Shores away from my cock. Then she climbed up over me with a desperate urgency, lowering her shirt and panties while muttering to herself, "I must make amends… I must! I MUST!"

Then she dropped her pussy straight onto my cockhead. Or tried.

There was a moment, just a brief moment, where it was clear that my two-thirds-of-a-fist-sized crown was a little bit larger than Photo Finish's pronounced teal pussy lips.

And then she stretched. And slowly sank down.

The pressure was INCREDIBLE. I could feel myself shoving and stretching, but it was pushing back just as hard. And those same squeezing and milking motions from the inner walls were back, except they were working that much harder to properly grip my obscenely thick cock. My mouth opened and I let out a strangled cry; my mind was utterly blown away by this sensation.

And still, Photo Finish kept going, shoving her hips down until they dramatically bottomed out in my lap. The impact startled me, and my vision cleared just enough to get a good look at her body. I weakly pushed her cum-covered breasts aside to peer at her abdomen, and saw that there was a slight bulge to it. Nothing serious, almost unnoticeable… but the skin around where I felt my head in her lower belly was visibly being pushed up by a couple of millimeters.

I also realized that my tip was in contact with some deeper, tighter inner opening. And that Photo Finish was gasping and moaning her heart out.

The mare riding me lifted her hips up, shaking, and then slammed them back down into my pelvis. And she did it again. And again. And again. My cock was squeezed and sucked and swallowed up with a furious energy I'd yet to experience in my three-day whirlwind of fucking, and it was all because my size was now big enough to give these hyper-sexualized ponies an actual challenge.

And the average was supposed to be another four inches bigger than this? Fucking hell!

Photo Finish stopped humping for a second and her inner walls squeezed tight. The length of cock inside her tunnel was soaked, but her lips were forming so tight a seal around my base that her juices only trickled out slowly. I was still on my way there, still too winded from the last orgasm and still too bewildered at the chain of events of the last ten minutes.

So the busty photographer kept going, shifting from leaning back to leaning over me, bouncing her significant bosoms in my face. I did the only thing I could do in my state and maneuvered my head over to a wildly swinging nipple and try to latch onto it.

She caught on to what I was doing and steadied her breast for me, letting me suck for all I was worth and swirl my tongue around the hard nub. My nose touched an errant dripping strand of my own cum that had stained those tits earlier, but I forced myself not to care. She hissed and cried out in pleasure, so I kept sucking while she kept bouncing.

Photo Finish came again a minute or two later (my internal clock was even more fucked than I was), and this time I wasn't far behind. Now that I had some familiarity with the new sensation, I could feel it building, stronger than it had ever been before, like I was a volcano preparing to erupt. I lazily realized I was still probably leaking pre-cum, and I wondered how much I had poured into Photo.

The image of this uptight, big-boobed fashion photographer stuffed to the brim with my cum… That shot me over the edge and beyond faster than I could say 'holy fuck.'

"Holy fuck!!" I shouted, and halfway through I was already pulsing deep within Photo's pussy. My mind was instantly awash in wave after wave of strong endorphins. The mare dropped down in my lap and let my full length rest inside her while her inner walls massaged and milked me for all my orgasm was worth.

I looked above the white and teal tits and past Photo Finish's pleasured face and gazed around at the gathered ponies. They were all watching in some state of shock or concern. Whether it was at my emerging condition or at Photo Finish's determination, I couldn't immediately say.

Finally, the waves of pleasure ceased again, save for the tingling in my crotch every time our bodies shifted. Photo Finish slowly pulled off my cock, leaning back and stepping back, pulling my dick forward so that she could stand on solid ground as she extracted a foot of thick human dick out of her obscenely spread pussy. When the head eventually slipped out with a loud 'squelch,' I saw her lower lips seal shut like a trap, only letting a teaspoon of my viscous spunk leak out. Her face was tired and sweaty, but her eyes were shut and her mouth was curled slightly upward in contented pleasure. I guessed she really liked the feeling of my cum inside her.

I was left with a soaking wet cock jutting out from my crotch into the open air, as if demanding more treatment. I hadn't lost an ounce of hardness, and the relief was giving way to another round of pressure. How was I supposed to go on like this? Being able to fuck the rest of the day away SOUNDED nice, but I had important things to do, and besides, every orgasm was taking a LOT out of me!

A magically suspended water bottle floated into my vision. I was also sweaty, not to mention unbelievably parched, so I wasted no time in grabbing it, croaking a "Thanks" to the stallion assistant who offered it, and pouring the contents down my throat.

I felt a cleaning spell wash over me, clearing up all the cum I'd splashed on myself and my clothes. Photo Finish and Sapphire Shores got the same treatment. We were now all dry again, though Photo Finish was still keeping my fluids inside her.

Finally, the silence from our audience broke. "Are you okay, Pascal?" Trixie asked first. "Anything still hurt?"

To that, I shook my head and downed some more water. My brain was being bombarded with endorphins and testosterone, but I was no longer in physical pain. The still-burning afterglow in my crotch attested to that.

Hoity Toity's sunglasses lowered once more, and his eyes seemed to be focused on my stubborn erection. "That's… Hmm."

My throat no longer parched, I managed to croak out, "Something you wanna say, Hoity?!"

The fashion critic jumped a little as if caught red-handed, but made a non-communicative grunt and raised his glasses again.

Spitfire raised an eyebrow at the precum starting to pool at my cumslit again, and glanced at Photo Finish. "Maybe we should see about undoing a bit of the–"

"No!" a couple of people shouted out, including me. I continued, "If that's what adding more mass feels like without painkillers… I don't wanna know what it feels like to make it disappear. Huuggh." I adjusted myself in my chair, correcting the slouch that had developed while Photo Finish fucked me. "Besides… if I end up with an upgrade out of all this, then it might be worth it."

Most of the ponies around me nodded like that made sense (and thanks to the Normal, it did). Except for Trixie, who kept a very worried look on me. Spitfire was just shrugging at the whole ordeal now that the danger had passed, and Moondancer was fixated on my dick and licking her lips.

To the culprit of my pain herself, I said, "It still sucks that you did that without asking… Like, royally sucks… But as long as you don't do that again, I'm not gonna hold it against you too hard."

Photo Finish nodded gravely and stepped forward – still mostly nude, still clenching to hold my cum inside her pussy. She leaned into me and placed a hand on my shoulder, which had the added effect of dangling her sizable-but-perky breasts in front of my torso. "If you need anyssing from me," she assured me in that thick accent of hers, "anyssing at all. Anytime you vant it. You let Photo Finish know."

I noticed towards the end that her breathing was getting heavier and that pretty red blush on her face was returning. I had no illusions as to what 'anyssing' implied here, and it wasn't helping my rampaging libido. "Great. But, uh… Let's take a break, shall we?"

The photographer nodded again and stepped FAR back to give me room, but the other fashionable ponies were a little less sure, since my cock was already dripping precum again. Sapphire Shores in particular asked, "Are you sure that's what you want, honey?"

Something inside me snapped.

"What I WANT…?" I laughed incredulously. "What I WANT is for 50 beautiful women with breasts the size of mattresses to worship my cock and tell me everything's going to be okay! But I don't have TIME!"

Normal or not, an angry outburst was an angry outburst, and it startled the ponies around me. I could feel blood pounding in my ears, and I realized what I'd just said.

"And… that would be wrong," I added lamely a second later. "On several levels. Look, just… gimme some space. …With my girls. Okay?"

Fleur Dis Lee nodded and looked to the others. "That seems like the best option for the moment. And we still have work to do, even if we're taking a leisurely pace to it."

Sapphire Shores cocked her broad hips, making her bare tits wobble and shimmy. "Hey human, you need any help, even if it's just drainin' your balls, you come calling, y'hear?"

"Will do," I replied a little eagerly. But right now I needed some time to strategize my next move.

The mares dispersed and made an attempt to return to their own work, but Hoity Toity lingered. "Human and pony sexualities really are quite different, aren't they? At least in terms of… scale," the sharply dressed critic remarked openly.

"There might be some similarities," I mumbled sarcastically, looking down at my steadily leaking, still-hard dick, "but yeah, I don't think a human was meant to cum this much."

Hoity Toity smirked slightly. "You're essentially experiencing a colt's post-Cutie Mark puberty."

"Oh god, it's like THIS? All the time?" I groaned.

The fashion mogul chuckled. "Stallions eventually find the means – and the will – to control it, but something tells me humans never developed such biological… stopgap measures."

I shook my head.

"Well, you'll get through it," Hoity Toity assured me, folding his arms. "If it is like our puberty, then a good draining will help alleviate the pressure until you become accustomed to it. That should help in the short term." He lowered his glasses again, and I noticed his eyes were still focused on my dick, like he'd been talking to it the whole time. "In fact, I wouldn't mind offering my own… services in that regard…"

"Uh…" My brain halted for a second as I looked him up and down. The stallion's crotch-pouch I'd been ignoring seemed more prominent than ever all of a sudden. "I'm… open-minded, but… No, I don't really… swing… that…"

"Ah. Of course." Hoity pushed up his glasses and turned away. "Carry on." He snapped his fingers, and a unicorn stallion assistant fell into line as the critic marched out of the room.

Which finally left me with Spitfire, Trixie, and Moondancer, with the others far enough away to be out of earshot, though not line of sight.

"Seriously, though, are you okay?" Trixie asked once Hoity Toity was gone.

I was about to answer that, but then my eyes drifted down to the pumpkin-sized masses hanging off the magician's chest. Oh, how I wanted to just stick my head in there and motorboat– I put a hand over one eye and muttered, "Physically, sure. Mentally, it's… a different thing. All the hormones, and… ugh."

Spitfire looked at where Hoity Toity exited the room, then back at me. "He was right. Welcome to being a teenage pony, Pascal."

"That 'productivity' enhancement and testicle growth must have affected your testosterone production," Moondancer surmised, her eyes still not leaving my genitals. I couldn't help but feel there was a bit of role reversal going on in terms of staring at sexual organs. "If that spell was a cocktail meant to prepare her sexual partners, then there was probably a bit of aphrodisiac in there, too."

"You only got a second of it," Spitfire added, "and it's affected you this much." She whistled and said, "Damn, I don't wanna be the stallion who gets the whole effect."

"It's gotta be temporary, right?" Trixie said a little firmly.

"Temporary for stallions," I noted, "for whom a 'quickie' could mean anything. And it's probably counting on the whole automatic reversion thing, which I don't have – so it's permanent for me." I sat up as straight as I could and put my hands up. "Look, this is weird, but… I was running out of juice anyway. This might be… I'm willing to see this as a blessing in disguise. This means I'll have more than enough to get through the rest of the day."

"If you say so," Spitfire muttered.

"Then, your first priority," Moondancer said, "should be, um… what Hoity Toity said. Working out the… pressure." The corners of her mouth turned up as she said that.

I wasn't so sure, myself. I wanted to get my big idea rolling, but part of me suspected my currently supercharged libido would get in the way of that. I tried to stand up… and the weirdness of the new weight of my genitals, causing a rush of sensation and awareness that made another quarter-cup of precum spill out onto the floor, made me sit right back down again.

"Okay, maybe you're right," I admitted. Still, I thought, maybe I could take care of both at once. I looked up at Trixie (her face, this time), and called to her. "Trixie?"

"Yes?" she replied almost instantly. "Anything you need."

There was genuine concern in her voice, and I was honestly touched, though a bit confused. I could always ask later, though; I'd wasted enough precious time. "Erm… Okay. So… what I need you to do is…" I paused. I was making this up as I went along, even though I had a basic idea. What did I need Trixie specifically to do, since I was stuck in this chair? Eventually, I realized what it was. "I need you to speak on my behalf."

This caught all three mares off-guard. "W-What?" was Trixie's response.

"Hold on," Spitfire cut in, "isn't that, like… sharing the power?"

"Exactly," I agreed with rising confidence. "Trixie, until we leave the convention center, you have my blessing to do and say whatever you want. If anyone questions you, just say you're doing it for me, or because I told you so. You have blanket permission."

Trixie's jaw nearly dropped. "That's… Pascal, that's…"

"I trust you, Trixie," I said with complete seriousness, "and I need you to do what I can't while I work off this damn stupid erection. You with me?"

Without hesitation, Trixie nodded and said, "Absolutely. Just tell me what you'd like me to do."

Spitfire looked at her, then at me, then sighed. "If that's where we're at, I'm in, too."

"Yeah, what's the plan?" Moondancer asked.

I checked to make sure the fashion ponies weren't in earshot, and motioned for the girls to lean in closer. They did, which had the added effect of bringing Trixie's and Moondancer's massive tits closer to my face, which was just lovely and distracting. I cleared my throat and half-whispered, "Okay. We're going to put on a quick, impromptu fashion show. Promoting…" I went with the first name I could think of. "'Breast Expansion Chic.'"

Trixie and Moondancer gave me a strange look, and Spitfire suppressed a sudden laugh and tried to clear her throat instead. "Ahem. Khhm. Sorry, what?"

Gesturing over to the part of the stage where the slimmed-down model had been, I said, "Weren't we just talking about how weird it was that slim and modest is the high bar for fashion?"

Moondancer looked down at her own barely contained beach balls. "Yeah, we were…"

"But so many ponies are far more endowed. Isn't that kinda shitty for mares that are just born bigger? Do they have to get a minimizer to consider themselves 'beautiful?'" I leaned forward – pushing my cock down so it wouldn't bump my chest – and grinned. "I say we buck that trend. In its face. Make a… fashion lifestyle thing that promotes being bigger, and being proud of that. "

Understanding broke on Trixie's face. "You want to get 'Breast Expansion Chic' into Fashion Week. That's the big change you want."

Spitfire raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm no expert, but don't you need designers, seamstresses, models, lots of fabric, that sort of thing? To get an actual dress into Fashion Week?"

"Well…" I glanced over at the assorted celebrities gathered in the room, minus one. "I figure we make a good enough impression, make them think it's necessary to get something this groundbreaking into the show, they'll make the arrangements themselves."

"Okay, but what about right now?" Spitfire asked. "Where are we going to get the dresses? Who's going to be the mo–…" She trailed off suddenly as it dawned on her. In a low voice, she muttered, "Oh. You want to see US get blimped up, don't you?"

I smirked and let myself have an evil chuckle. "That's a, uh, happy side effect, I'll admit."

Trixie shared my smirk, and it was the first I'd seen on her face since this whole accidental enhancement incident began. "I'm up for this," she declared.

Spitfire sighed and shrugged. "What the hell, should be fun."

"Head backstage," I instructed. "Find one of those unicorns who knows the adjustment spells. See if you can find some spare fabric to throw something together. Then just… give it your best shot. We don't have to be professionals; everyone here is being totally casual anyway. We can get away with some 'amateur' modeling, so long as we get the point across. And again, Trixie, anything you need…"

"I'll say I have your permission," Trixie finished.

Moondancer raised her hand. "Um… Can I… stay, and… help you first?" Behind those thick glasses, her eyes were back to staring at my erection. Which I still found kind of weird, almost worrying. My mind flew back to her strange outburst of being my 'SLUT' at the top of her lungs when we landed here.

Eventually, I came to a silent decision. "For a little bit. Spitifre, Trixie, you try and get things set up. I'll send Moondancer to you later."

Trixie glanced at the bookworm and gave me a questioning look. I had a poker face on, but my mouth scrunched up a bit to convey my concern and seriousness. Trixie noticed and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Whaaaaatever." Spitfire nudged Trixie in the boob, making the blue unicorn's chest ripple and wobble. "Lead the way, Mistress."

The magician scoffed and chuckled, and she and the Wonderbolts captain left for the nearest backstage entrance. For the moment, it was just me and Moondancer, who immediately dropped to her knees and put her face directly in front of my throbbing cock.

"Finally," she breathed, placing a hand around my thick girth and quickly stroking up and down. "Here I am trying to embrace my new sexuality, and you do so much talking and planning. No wonder Trixie kept getting impatient."

"Moondancer…" I mumbled reproachfully.

"Time to see what all the fuss is about," she announced in a low, sultry voice, and engulfed my obscene cockhead into her muzzle. She moaned as she sucked, and I could feel a new quantity of precum splash against her tongue.

As gently as I could manage, I placed a hand on her head and lifted her off my dick.

"What?" Moondancer protested. "I'm submissive, I'm your slut; you're the one who's been telling me it's okay to have sex when–"

Bracing myself for the inevitable, I put my thumb on her forehead and muttered, "You're immune again."

Moondancer's eyes shot wide, and then her head slumped onto my thigh. Her breasts squeezed against my shins, and my cock poked against her mane and her ear. But in her expression, at least, she no longer looked like the unnaturally happy beach bunny she'd acted around me. She was back to looking like… well, Moondancer.

"Shit, it WAS," I cursed.

"Ergh…" Moondancer groaned, and her hand pressed my cock against her temple like it was a therapeutic hot pack. "Ughh…"

"You okay… Dancer?" I asked tentatively, not sure what state her mind was at.

The student took a deep breath and activated her horn. An empty chair floated over next to mine, and Moondancer crawled into it like she was hung over. My dick angrily throbbed at being forgotten, but I'd already put my libido in the back seat of my mind. This was extremely more important.

We didn't say anything for about twenty seconds. Moondancer just leaned back in her chair, her eyes staring up at the ceiling while she held a hand against her forehead.

I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I had a damning suspicion. I looked off to the side and muttered, "Fucking hell…" then looked at the recovering bikini-clad mare. "What exactly happened?"

She sat up and thought for a long while, her mouth opening and closing several times as she figured out what she wanted to say. Then, "I… don't know. No, no, I do know, I'm just… sorting everything out…"

"The things you said earlier," I said, trying to guide her towards what I wanted to do. "What do you believe now?"

Moondancer thought about it some more, then looked at me with a mildly surprised expression. "The same," she said. "I believe the same– Well, not exactly the same, but the basics are… Ugh." She went back to holding her head.

I leaned back in my seat and let her recover a bit more. Internally, I was fuming. I didn't know what was going on, but all I could think about was that my power had hurt her. Had nearly transformed her, brainwashed her, into being something she wasn't. In the right circumstances, that idea would be kind of hot, but here? Now? It went against every principle I'd been fighting for today.

The busty student put a hand up and stared straight ahead, like she was organizing something in her mind. "I think… the Normal was pushing me towards that realization. That, y'know, my sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of and that it pales in importance to what's going to happen." She nodded to herself, still not looking at me. "Yeah. I think… I think I honestly would have come around to that on my own, but the thing, the power, was just… forcing me towards that as fast as possible, not letting me believe just about anything else."

"Shit…" I muttered.

But Moondancer had a curious, almost happily intrigued look on her face, like she was studying something rare and new. "And I KNOW it's because I kept resisting. Refusing to come to an easy rationalization. So it kept pushing me and pushing me until… I came… to a big enough idea to bring me back to the new 'normal.' But ONLY along the neural pathways I'd already developed. I was already trying to come around, it only kept pushing me faster and towards one side. When I was feeling tired back in the locker room…!"

I smacked the side of my chair in frustration, cutting her off. "Great. JUST great." When Moondancer looked at me in confusion, I said, "It made you believe one thing so strongly it… basically changed your personality." I threw my hands up. "So, great. My power can cause schizophrenia."

Moondancer frowned in thought. "…Not schizophrenia exactly. You might be thinking of dissociative identity disorder. To say I had a 'split personality' when…" She trailed off. "Hmm."

"I'd say that describes you pretty well," I grumbled. "Considering you changed so much from before, to then, to now…"

"I wouldn't say as much," Moondancer mumbled mostly to herself. "It's not that my personality 'split.' It's more like, whenever you were the subject, one side of thinking was sealed off while another was emphasized." She sighed. "But you're right. That basically describes another distinct personality state."

"My power can cause mental illness," I nearly spat. For once, my newly enhanced dick had the dignity to fade to half-hardness. "How is… That's… Fuck!"

Moondancer tapped a few fingers on the outer swell of her right bikini-bound breast, while she looked around the room of ponies, who were thankfully still out of earshot. "It's not like you're doing this to everypony," she said. "Most ponies seem to easily accept you and move on. I believe it's specifically because I resisted so much. And also because you let me in on the mechanics so many times, complicating the rationalization process…"

I forced myself to calm down a bit, because she was probably right. I wasn't giving everypony who saw me mental disorders. I'd seen a lot of weird things since getting this power, but nothing quite like this odyssey Moondancer was on. I couldn't be sure, but on some level I had to believe this was benign in most cases. The alternative was going back to the mob full of pitchforks and motherfucking torches.

Something about this whole conversation so far finally bothered me. "You're awfully calm about this," I said to her. "I nearly damaged your mind."

But Moondancer just smiled at me. "And you saw that, and you let me go again. Despite all the risks. And…" She looked down at her breasts and admired them. "Like I said, this is an idea I'm happy with. I'd like to think I would've realized it eventually, that I can be okay with my sexuality and my desires…" Her hand drifted to my bare thigh and squeezed. "But even then, it wouldn't be 'true' if you hadn't freed me and let me… integrate it all with the rest of my feelings. So yes, I forgive you."

I wasn't expecting that at all. Not from her. Not after everything we'd been through today. To hear her say that so honestly and sincerely, it moved me.

"And I'm done fighting."

"Huh??"

Moondancer pulled her hand back and shrugged. "I'm done resisting. Done arguing. The decision you have to make… I've said all I can. Thankfully, you seem to have listened. But the thing is…" She shook her head slowly at the magnitude of it all. "I can't make you promise one choice or another. For any average person, me included, that decision… That's the sort of thing where, even if you say you'll do one thing, you really don't know what you'll do until it's time to decide. It's just too big to 'plan' for. In many ways, we don't 'know' ourselves until we're tested."

I let out a heavy sigh.

The smart, beautiful mare sitting next to me smiled again. "I think you're leaning towards the right choice. We won't truly know until the end, but… Everything you've done for me, it's given me hope. So… thanks. You can put the spell back on me now."

The thought of putting Moondancer back under my power made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I think the Normal will leave me alone," she said. "I've 'rationalized' it correctly, I'm on your side. I think I'll be fine now."

I put a hand on the back of my neck. Strangely, while there was a faint buzzing, none of the agony I'd expected was there. Moondancer didn't seem to be enforcing the cosmos' judgment. "Actually…" I said, "maybe I don't need to."

Moondancer blinked. "What?"

"You're not judging me," I mumbled. "You… You're already as accepting of me as you're going to get." For the first time in what felt like hours, I started to smile. "I think I can just leave you immune."

I started to laugh, and Moondancer gasped in delight and gave me a big side-hug, crushing her breasts against my torso. Her head rested on my shoulder, her horn pressed along the back of my neck, and she smiled up at me with a little blush. "But you still need help being 'abnormal' for a little while, right?"

There was suddenly a tingle of magic across my neck, and it wasn't the telltale sign of the Normal this time. Seconds later, a pink aura lifted my cock up and started to stroke it. I let out a grunt of pleasure.

Lifting her head off my shoulder, Moondancer laughed a little and glanced around nervously. "Wow, it's so different," she marveled as her magic tugged and tugged. "Back in the shop, having sex with you felt, y'know, still strange and new and overwhelming, but at the same time sort of… the right thing to do, just the most normal thing to be doing. But now it's so weird! It's taboo again and it's kind of… exciting!"

I chuckled, and my hips pumped slightly in the unicorn's magical grip. It felt pretty good – not amazing, not mindblowing or ball-draining like some of Twilight Sparkle's magicjobs had been, but tingly and pleasant and all the more novel because of how big my cock was now.

Moondancer's breath quickened along with mine. "Celestia, it's amazing," she said. "I feel so much better about this. About me. And because I'm with you, I can do… anything!"

Part of me had lingering doubts about whether she should be so pleased about this. She was getting faster with her magical strokes, though, so I was no longer in a mood for a philosophical debate.

"No more pretending," she muttered to herself, speeding up her magical handjob almost desperately. "No more self-help books and demeaning fantasies! No more feeling like an evil pony just because I glanced at a stallion's crotch for half a second! No more! I'm… just… FREE!"

On the last word, the magical stimulation became practically vibration, and I was forced to surrender my seed at her unspoken command. My large penis started spasming with insane pleasure again, shooting out cum with incredible force. I closed my eyes and let the semen fly, letting her be in total control of this. It sounded like she needed it.

She surprised me, though, by giving me a quick peck on the cheek with those soft lips of hers. And when I opened my eyes again, I saw the thick globs of semen I'd produced floating in a pink midair aura.

"There was a point to this, actually," Moondancer confessed with a blush. Her magic condensed all the cum into a bowl shape, and she floated the bowl over so that it was in front of her. "I want to do some subjective tests. See what all the fuss is about."

I grimaced, despite the intense warmth of the afterglow I was experiencing. "You don't have to do that."

"If we're ever going to find a cure, or at least understand further what the interactions between ponies and humans were supposed to be, then we need data." Moondancer stared down at the magical bowl of cum with determination. "If we avoid it, we'll never know what the problem is."

"I've got… some data already," I pointed out.

"We know ponies have a positive reaction to it, but we don't know how it WORKS," Moondancer insisted. She fixed me with a very serious expression. "Look, what if you turn into a stallion tomorrow, but then another human comes along? One who isn't as… nice, and patient, and honest, and understanding as you are?"

My supremely low self-esteem couldn't believe I was getting so many compliments in this situation. "G-Geez…"

"If we learn just one thing about the mechanics of it, whether it's magical, biological, or mental… Then we're better prepared should the worst happen, or even if it doesn't. It can only help everybody."

I had no choice but to relent. "Alright."

Moondancer nodded, then separated out a floating droplet of cum from the bowl. It created a long strand before it finally broke off. The unicorn shaped it into a sphere and muttered to herself, "Test 1," before sticking her tongue out and placing the cum-sample on it. Her eyes visibly winced, and she let the cum rest for a moment before pulling her tongue back in.

I watched her process the sensation for a couple of seconds. It was very weird to watch a semi-sphere of my solid cum float just in front of a mare sitting next to me with breasts bigger than her head. But it was even stranger to watch her reaction to my taste for the first time. It seemed to be affecting her quite strongly.

"Oh wow," she mumbled, placing a finger on her right temple. "I think… I think all the power turning off and on in my head has made me a little sensitive up there. I could almost feel a spike of just…" She jabbed her finger straight up towards her mane. "…somewhere in my brain. Just, hwah! For less than a second. An instant."

This was new. "Really?"

Moondancer nodded, and levitated another globule of cum. "Test 2…" This time, she let the cum stay on her tongue for almost half a minute before finally swallowing it. She processed and thought over it for a little while more, then said, "Yeah… It's less intense after a second. It still tastes like liquid pleasure, but…" She pointed her finger up again. "I think it's that initial burst that's the key. Something's happening when your cum makes contact – maybe specifically with the mucous membranes – and it generates that instant, almost imperceptible signal to the pleasure centers of the brain. During foreplay and intercourse, I bet your partner wouldn't even notice in the heat of the moment, but with repeated exposure over a longer period of time…"

I cleared my throat. Not too rudely; just loud enough to let her know she was rambling.

She gave me a sheepish smile in response. "Eheh… Well, it's just a hypothesis. Another subjective data point for the chart." Moondancer looked back at the floating bowl of cum with a newly thoughtful look. "It would explain oral, vaginal, and maybe even anal interactions with your semen… But what about skin contact? What about your other fluids?"

This was starting to get out of hand. With a heavy sigh, I said, "I wish we had time to test all this out, Moondancer. But…"

The student nodded more than a little sadly. "You're probably right. I think I'm starting to get why Twilight might've let her scientific curiosity carry her away…" With a blink of her horn, the bowl of cum vanished from sight.

"Wh-What'd you do with it?" I had to ask.

"Teleported it to my bathtub. …I've got the spatial coordinates of my house's drains memorized."

"That… sounds like something I should avoid asking why."

"For your own good, yes." Moondancer stood up and dusted her backside off. "Well, guess I'd better help Trixie out with your modeling thing." She smirked and added, "I won't tell her I'm secretly thinking straight."

I looked down at my crotch in time to see my dick reviving again. "Guess I'll keep working on this."

"Will you be okay?"

"Will YOU?"

Moondancer chuckled. "Now more than ever. Believe it or not, Pascal, what's happened since I asked to join you… This is exactly what I wanted."

"Really?" I asked incredulously. I looked around at the nearly empty convention hall, where I sat half-naked on a plastic chair while a huge-titted mare in a string bikini discussed anatomy with me. "This?"

"Yes," Moondancer answered sincerely. "A reason to break out of my shell." She made that her parting words as she turned and marched towards the stage, swaying her hips – and her bust, easily visible from behind her.

As she walked away, I scanned the rest of the room. Photo Finish had put her clothes back on and was back to fiddling with her camera and ordering the techies around, though occasionally she'd look back at me with a deeper frown than her usual stony default. Hoity Toity still hadn't returned. Sapphire Shores was lounging about, but her eyes drifting towards me more often than not. When our eyes met, she gave me a flirty wave mainly with her fingers, and I weakly waved back. Fleur Dis Lee was at the far end of the stage, but it seemed as though she was keeping me in her peripheral vision.

For the moment, I was relatively alone with my thoughts, and I wondered at what had just happened. I'd discovered a potentially very bad side effect of this power, but Moondancer basically just thanked me for doing it just enough for her to have an epiphany. Even though she was supposed to be free of my Normal, she was still finding ways to throw a curveball at me. I supposed that's just standard for ponies, really.

Still, what I'd learned was a little frightening. Anypony who resisted my power, the power would work upon harder, until…

A freezing chill went up my spine and stilled my heart.

Celestia.

If anyone could be described as 'resisting' me from minute and second one, it was her. Luna was proof that the power still worked on the alicorns. Rook was evidence that she was still trying to push the boundaries of her rationalization. Did that mean this extra mental force was working on HER as well?

What was going to happen when I step through that door and finally meet Celestia face to face? The answer had been uncertain all day, but this new information added an even more dangerous prospect. Where would the Normal push her? How much longer would she resist? In what mental state would she land when she finally relented? Would she even be sane? And to think, based on what Bon Bon told me, Celestia was a little panicky about me BEFORE this whole Normal mess started…

For the first time in many hours, this was starting to look more and more like a bad idea. But it was too late now. I was too far in, and either way I deserved my answers about humanity and why I was treated the way I was. I was just going to have to brave through it.

At least, for now, I had a second penis upgrade to consider, even if it seemed to be working a little TOO well. I put my hands on its length, one at the base and one near the head, and marveled at it. A penis that took two hands to hold. Too thick to get one hand around. With enough energy to satisfy even these sex goddesses passing off as average citizens. At least this particular piece of my crazy, crazy day was ultimately a boon.

The doors off to the side – the same doors Hoity Toity had left through, I recalled – opened up again with dramatic force. "Oh, human!" a low, sultry, female voice like melted sugar called out.

I looked over, and my eyes nearly bugged out. The mare standing in the wide doorway – gray skin, bluish gray mane – was wearing the same sharp suit and purple glasses as the stallion that had recently made his exit. Only the cravat had been replaced with an overflowing sea of cleavage, and the pants no longer had a cock-pouch.

"What do you think?" asked the genderbent Hoity Toity, procuring a stylish paper fan and framing her eyes with it. "Do you swing MY way now?"