Author's Notes:

Warning: One last round of male/male content.

Five minutes later, my head was still between a giant pair of boobs. We were in the chariot now, on our way to the Blueblood estate, but my head hadn't left the soft embrace of Moondancer's milky gazongas. Apparently, once I was in that comforting expanse long enough, I became emotionally vulnerable and all my frustrations came tumbling out.

"Urrrrrrggggh," I groaned, reaching around those boobs to hug them tighter around my head and upper body. "Ugggghhhh."

Moondancer patted my head and mumbled, "Um… There, there?" She had no idea how to react to all this. Or what the problem was. She looked across the chariot at Fleur Dis Lee. "Is this… normal?"

The supermodel nodded. "Contact with a mare's bosom has a… regressive effect on stallions." She looked down at the light blue mane of hair laying across her own bare pink breasts and added, "Some mares, too."

"Mmmmngh," Trixie groaned into Fleur's tits, her own mega-boobs nearly touching the floor as she laid sideways across the chariot seat.

"They'll be fine in a few more minutes," Fleur assured Moondancer with a smile. "Fancy Pants gets this way sometimes when we engage in breast play, and he always comes out of this stupor feeling emotionally cleansed and refreshed. It can be very therapeutic."

I poked my head out and rested the side of my face on the student's enhanced shelf of boob. I didn't say anything, but my inner monologue was a mess. 'You'd think a non-stop sex spree around the city would be GREAT,' I ranted internally. 'But it turns out having sex with everybody means having to put up with everyone's SHIT. I would've been so much happier just staying inside having sex all day with, like, ONE pony, maybe two– but NO! Gotta deal with this magic curse shit!'

Between the model's pink bosom, Trixie moaned again. I could only imagine what HER inner monologue was like right now.

Fleur looked between Trixie, me, and Moondancer, and asked, "Long day?"

Moondancer let out a big sigh and shook her head. "You have no idea."

The chariot began its descent, and I finally dislodged myself entirely so I could take deep breaths and pull myself together. "Ugh. I am so tired." I glanced down at my pants, where an obscene bulge was pressing upwards against the denim. "And my penis is more raring to go than I am."

Trixie followed my cue and blearily pulled herself back up to a sitting position. "Just one more event to go, right? Then we can meet Celestia."

That startled me. "We?"

"Yes, 'we,'" Trixie replied irritably, like it was obvious. "Do you really want to march up there by yourself? After everything we've seen, done, and heard?"

"I… Well, yes," I said honestly.

"What if…" But Trixie caught herself and glanced at Fleur worriedly.

The pink unicorn smiled sweetly. "Just pretend I'm not here," the model said innocently.

"It really doesn't matter what anyone overhears at this point," I muttered. No need to mention that Fleur had been eavesdropping on us anyway and already had the gist of things.

Trixie sighed. "What if the Normal strikes and we're not around? What if Celestia tries to do something drastic when you show up? Won't having us around help with that?"

I narrowed my eyes and sarcastically spat, "Sure, because I really want to put innocent bodies between me and Celestia. Just in case. That's a great diplomatic move."

"This isn't about diplomacy anymore," Trixie argued. "Celestia's been cockblocking Equestria for a thousand years, and has been giving you hell since the minute you had the misfortune to get teleported to our planet! Why should you give her any quarter?!"

Moondancer looked on silently with an unsure frown on her muzzle.

I couldn't summon up an answer immediately. When this all started, I'd inherently assumed that I would leave the mares behind and face Celestia alone. But after spending so much time with them and bonding with them, it was starting to make more sense to bring them along. Except… deep in my heart, the idea made me a little sick. Deep down, I didn't want them to come. But why, exactly?

"Well?" Trixie asked again.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Because one…" I thought back to Joe's Doughnut Shop and Celestia's aide, Raven. "Celestia's doing the same for me. She's cleared out her schedule for the evening and the weekend. So she's probably not going to vaporize me the moment I walk through the door. She's expecting some fallout from this. She's given herself time to handle it."

Trixie put a hand on her chin. "What exactly have you said to influence her? She clearly doesn't want you here at all, but you've said something to let yourself in."

"I sent a letter saying 'it's very important that we meet.' That's about it."

"That doesn't guarantee anything!" Trixie scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "She might think it's 'very important' that you meet privately so she can take you out without anyone seeing. But if WE'RE there, maybe she won't jump you. You'll be able to buy more time for yourself."

The chariot landed. The inside was silent and full of serious tension. Trixie was ready to go to war with Celestia for my behalf, but was I willing to command an army?

I sighed. There was one more reason I didn't want them to come. "If I… If we…" It was incredibly hard to say, even more so with Fleur here. "If you're there…" I said slowly, "and the worst should happen… that means… you'll have to WATCH… one of us… as we…"

Moondancer nodded solemnly. That was her reason, too.

The reigning silence reached a deafening intensity. Fleur cleared her throat and opened the chariot door. "See you all inside," she said politely, stepped out, and closed the door behind her.

A few more seconds of no one saying anything passed, and then Spitfire opened the door. She had to bend forward a bit to reach over her bigger breasts without squishing them against the carriage. Looking directly at me, she said, "So, boss, what's the plan?"

"The plan…" I muttered. Lost in thought, I stepped out of the chariot. "The plan, the plan…"

Blueblood's fancy estate loomed over us, but the Royal Palace loomed over it. There was just a couple of gates and one hill separating us from the demesne of the Princesses. The light of the sun from the west painted one side of everything a shimmering gold.

"Yep, we're close," Spitfire said, noticing how I couldn't stop looking up at the palace. "A couple of guards flew up to me halfway to make sure I wasn't gonna try and sneak you over the gate. Looks like you're fine as long as you stay here until the sun fully sets. So, got a game plan for this party, or are we gonna wing it like with the fashion ponies?"

Trixie and Moondancer climbed out of the chariot as well. All three ladies stood behind me, waiting for my decision. I felt more than a little humbled by their trust in me, Normal or not.

Did I have a plan? For once, yes. I turned around and looked at all three mares as seriously as I could despite their enormous breasts. After one more moment's hesitation, I said, "The plan is, we're going to give the Normal something massive to choke on, buying me as much time as possible for my meeting with Celestia. To that end…" I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder at the estate. "I'm giving you three carte blanche to do whatever you want with anyone in that party for its entire duration."

The three mares gasped. This wasn't just giving Trixie a bit of leeway like at the convention center. I was going to share the full power of the Normal with all three of them.

"If you want to convince someone it's a good idea to crawl on all fours and act like your bitch, whatever. You want to organize a contest to see who can ejaculate the farthest, who cares? If you want to make five, ten, twenty ponies your sex slaves for the rest of the night, fuck it! Just… try not to hurt anyone, and try not to ruin anyone's lives permanently. That's all I ask."

"Damn," Spitfire said in awe, then grinned. "Hell yeah. There's a few nobles' noses I wanna tweak, if that's the way it's gonna be."

"Um, I'll do my best," Moondancer said shyly.

Trixie, however, narrowed her eyes at me. "Is this your way of saying goodbye?"

The edge of her question made everyone pause. It was an indirect challenge – did I really want to part ways after this? Was I going to be that fatalistic about this?

It was time to make things clear. "Yes, Trixie." The words came out quieter than I expected. "After tonight, we might not see each other again. All of this might be for naught. So tonight, I want you, me, and everypony to live it the FUCK up."

Trixie's sullen expression didn't lighten up in the slightest, but she nodded back. "Understood."

"Alright." I turned around, facing the garden entrance to the side of Blueblood's estate. It was where the signs outside were pointing. "Let's crash this party."

I marched forward with the three mares in tow. There was a small line of very rich-looking ponies queuing up to enter the back gardens of the estate, blocked by a snooty butler-looking stallion who was checking invitations and announcing each guest's entrance. When my group showed up, every noble in the line stared back at us with wide eyes. A human and his three topless or nude mares with giant breasts was hard to miss.

We finally reached the front of the line after a few minutes of more pompous ponies getting their names and titles read off by the butler, a white unicorn stallion with a finely groomed mustache. Then I stepped up. "Pascal, Equestria's one and only human, and his companions."

The butler's eyelids lowered, and with a condescendingly professional air to him, he said, "Do you have proof of your contribution to His Highness's cause?"

"No," I replied flatly. "What is the cause, anyway?"

The glorified doorman visibly suppressed a sigh. "The Blueblood Foundation, which donates to charity, funds diplomatic visits to neighboring lands, and only marginally pays into the Prince's purse. Later this month he will be embarking to Griffonstone, so the bits will be used to–"

"Right, right, whatever," I waved him off. This line of questioning wasn't telling me anything useful. "I'm going into that party. Care to announce me?"

NOW the butler looked properly annoyed. "I will do no such thing. Not without proof of payment or a written invitation."

Trixie put her hands on her hips and cocked them to one side, sending her blue breasts swaying. "Could you do us a quick favor and drop your pants?" she asked. "We need to see your cutie mark."

There was a rolling of the eyes, but the butler's horn lit up and his pants dropped just enough so he could turn to one side and show off his mark: A black bowtie.

He was literally born for this job, and he wasn't about to compromise it for our sake.

"Okay then," I said with renewing confidence, "call over Blueblood. He said I was invited. He'll sort this all out."

"I'm sure," the butler replied with an undertone of sarcasm, and left the gate to go find Blueblood.

Less than a minute later, the butler returned with the Prince himself in tow. The scourge of Canterlot himself, if the average opinion of his character was to be believed. He was a tall and quite musculed stallion, not quite on par with Big Macintosh but getting there. Blueblood was wearing an immaculate all-white suit with black trim, gold buttons, and a big blue bowtie. Between his muscular definition, his coiffed blonde mane, and the above-it-all smile across his muzzle, he looked precisely the part of an oblivious 'Prince Charming.'

His bright teal eyes widened immediately upon seeing me and the mares behind me. "Who is– Why haven't you let them in yet?!"

"S-Sir…"

"Come in, come in!" he beckoned to us, wrapping a bulky arm around my shoulders and pulling me into the garden. The butler had no choice but to let Trixie, Spitfire, and Moondancer follow behind as Blueblood practically dragged me into the party. "Everypony!" he called out to the crowd.

In moments, every eye was on me. There were fifty or so high-class ponies throughout the garden that I could see, including the servants and the orchestral band on the raised platform at one end.

"This…" – Blueblood pointed at me, the human in his grip – "is my good friend Pascal, Equestria's one and only human! Make him and his companions feel welcome, won't you?"

A wave of champagne glasses were raised to the air, accompanied by a chorus of staggered, half-hearted 'Welcome, Pascal's.

Blueblood, still wearing his perfect smile, released me and stepped around to my front. "And who are the lovely mares traveling with you tonight?" he asked.

"Uh, Trixie, Moondancer, and Spitfire," I mumbled, my brain still catching up.

Moving fluidly, the prince stepped around me and approached the ultra-busty mares. There was something – a flicker of annoyance between him and Spitfire – but to the other two mainly, he said, "A pleasure. I do hope you enjoy the function." He magicked Trixie's arm up and took hold of it so he could kiss the back of Trixie's hand.

The unicorn mares' reception wasn't much warmer than Spitfire's. Trixie awkwardly pulled her hand back. "Well… Charmed." Moondancer just watched him with a wary expression.

Blueblood didn't let their cold response phase him or make him miss a beat. "Well! I'll let you all get settled in. I have ponies to see, deals to broker, that sort of thing. Enjoy!" And he left as smoothly and with as perfect poise as he'd arrived.

Once he was out of earshot, I scratched the back of my head and muttered, "Add that to the list of things I wasn't expecting."

"Ugh." Spitfire rolled her eyes. "Thank your lucky stars you don't have to deal with him on a political level. He's all charm but then he expects the world in return. It's insufferable."

"Well, he did get us in," I pointed out, looking around the garden. "It's not like he was rude about it."

Trixie frowned and gazed off to where Blueblood was energetically chatting with a few business-looking ponies. "It's all an act," she muttered, rubbing the back of her hand as if to scrub off the feeling of Blueblood's lips. "You can tell. It's all self-serving." There was a tinge of self-loathing in the way she said those words.

Moondancer lowered her head sheepishly. "I really don't know much about him, but… The papers stopped liking him ever since the first Gala after Luna's return. It seems like these days no one has anything nice to say about him."

"I'll tell you why he let us in," Spitfire grumbled. "He took one look at you, then us, then realized you had to be someone of high status. Only a mover and shaker could have a nude, supermassively busty entourage, in his mind. He might not know you have the power, but he knows you have 'power.'"

Moondancer shuddered. "Imagine if someone like HIM got to be Normal."

"Well, if you want to mess with him, go ahead," I replied, adjusting my shirt. "It's time to get to work. Divide and conquer, ladies." And with that, I waded into the crowd of upper-crust ponies, marching relentlessly forward towards my first target of the evening:

The catering table.

I was STARVING.

I ate like it was my last meal – because there was a one-in-three chance it was. I couldn't even tell you exactly what was on the table. I knew it was all vegetarian. I knew there were vegetables, nuts, cheeses and crackers. I had to avoid the hay and flowers, but some of it probably got in my mouth anyway in my feeding frenzy. I must've eaten half my weight in hors d'eouvres.

As I started to fill up on food, making my way down the table, I overheard a conversation between three mares drinking champagne at the table's end.

"Have you heard about that Joe fellow's pastry shop?" said one cerulean earth pony mare in a frilly formal dress.

The one in the middle, a teal unicorn in an even fancier dress, glanced about conspiratorially before leaning in and not-whispering, "You mean the one that started selling… ejaculate?"

"Oh, good heavens!" the third half-shouted, a preppy looking olive unicorn wearing a polo shirt with a sweater hanging off her shoulders, the sleeves tied above her bust. "I believe that one's business should be run how one thinks is best, but honestly, what's the appeal in adding a stallion's… emissions… to donuts? I'm sure some common pony thinks it's delicious, but I just can't understand the appeal."

My legs carried me around the catering table just in time. "I think I can help with that," I announced, and promptly unzipped my jeans. "How can you talk about it if you haven't tried it, right?"

As my hardening cock flopped out, and their eyes widened and their mouths opened at my sheer gall, the Normal worked its magic on their minds. They all calmed slightly, and the middle unicorn was the first to respond, "You… make a valid point, Mr… Pascal, was it?"

"Yep," I answered, and started stroking my cock in preparation. All three mares weren't the bustiest in the room, but none of them were below a G-cup. Even through the high-class clothing, it was hard to avoid the three shelves of tit being casually presented before me. And since I was tired, at my wits end, and in full pervert mode… "What are your names?" I asked in an increasingly raspy voice.

In the same order I'd heard them, they told me Eclair Crème, Midwinter Grace, and Upper Crust.

I grunted and tilted my penis up a bit, pointing directly at Grace's bust. "I'll give you a free sample of some ejaculate right now… and you can decide for yourself whether this bold new direction for the culinary arts will work out…"

This was so far out of their expectations for this party that they were still quite confused. Perhaps I was being too vague. Eclair asked, "Will you… In our mouths? Or…"

"Nah. Kneel down, show me your breasts, and I'll give all three of you an even share." I couldn't believe what I was getting away with even as I was saying it.

Two of the girls knelt down, but Upper Crust hesitated. "These designer pants will–"

"I'm about to give you all pearl necklaces and then some, and you're worried about getting your knees dirty?!" I asked incredulously. Eclair and Grace had pulled up their dresses and were kneeling on their stockings, so it wasn't like they weren't also fashion-conscious, but it was still ridiculous. Then again, this situation was ridiculous, even as the other two mares adjusted their dresses to reveal more cleavage and get their haute couture out of the line of fire.

And still, Upper Crust was indignant. "I wouldn't be where I am if I didn't worry about little details like–"

"Fine, fine!" I cried out. I was going to lose my boner if she kept this up. "Just lean over and let them hang. I'll hit them from below."

Upper Crust let out a 'Hmph!' like she'd gotten her way and I'd been shown my betters. Then she proceeded to remove her shirt, tied sweater, and pearl necklace, and set them neatly in an empty space on the buffet table, rendering her topless. She was baring her K-cup breasts in front of me and the entire party. Then, like nothing was wrong, she leaned over and let those fat tits dangle before my eyes. She placed her hands over her areolae and lifted them up, presenting a juicy target for my cumshots.

"U-Upper?!" cried out a preppy stallion nearby with tiny spectacles balanced on his nose. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Jet," Upper Crust said casually. "We were talking about– Well, it's a long story, but the subject of semen as a condiment came up, and the human overheard and pointed out that it's really not fair to judge without trying first, so he's 'generously' allowing us to take a sample."

The stallion looked at me, then at the other two mares kneeling down and revealing their breasts, and let out a sigh of relief. "Goodness. Thank Celestia. I thought you'd lost your mind or fallen under some spell."

"Don't make this weird, honey," Upper Crust chastised her… husband? "We'll never settle this debate if you make the human all uncomfortable."

Actually, hearing this couple treat my impending bukkake like it was just the natural conclusion of a party conversation made my dick swell even more erect. I was close, pressure building, dripping precum, and I just needed a little extra push to go over the edge.

"Haah… Girls? Get ready to collect…!"

As I hoped, all three high-class mares placed their hands around the sides of their breasts and pushed them in and upward, smooshing them into perfect smooth canvases for me to…!

"Hwuaah!" The pressure reached an incredible intensity – as was now usual for my enhanced reproductive organs – and the cum started flying in thick, sustained bursts. It was all I could do to hold on and aim, keeping it from bucking too far up, and rotating my body so that it hit all three mares' breasts and necks. There was so much semen flying that, alas, Eclair's and Grace's dresses did get a little stained, but far less than the veritable platter of cum that their upper torsos became. Upper Crust managed to catch every drop with her hanging boobs; she'd even maneuvered them around to catch my load, making absolutely sure her precious pants didn't get a single drop.

When the thunderous spasms finally died down, I felt like I wanted to fall over, yet my lower body wanted to keep pumping and thrusting. I was starting to feel like a nymphomaniac. Or would that be satyriasis in my case? Putting that aside for a second – this was apparently what a stallion's puberty felt like in this world?! How did anyone grow up sane?!

While I struggled with waxing philosophical (which seemed to happen in just about every post-coital afterglow now), the mares delicately reached into the lake of cum I'd left between their breasts and pulled up a strand to their lips, all tasting it as one. I wasn't even surprised anymore that the reaction involved dilation of the pupils and moans of pleasure. It was all expected.

"This IS delicious!" Eclair Crème declared. "I had no idea!"

"If it's, mm, half as good as this," Midnight Grace added, smacking her lips and pulling up another white strand, "I'll have to give Joe's establishment regular visits."

Upper Crust, upon tasting my cum, seemed to be lost in her own little world, just scooping more and more into her mouth and moaning. Jet Set walked up to her and asked, "Is it really that tasty…?"

"Oh, you have to try it!" And before anyone could object, most of all me, Upper Crust scooped up the last dollop on her bust with two fingers and gently stuck them into Jet Set's mouth. His eyes widened with surprise, but he seemed to mentally shrug and go with it, politely considering the flavor as Upper Crust removed her fingers from his mouth. And then his eyes widened again.

"That is… surprising!" Jet Set admitted. "Is it healthy? To eat this like food?"

If we were in my world, I'd say definitely not. But since we were in some magical land where breasts and dicks could be compelled to grow bigger than their owners, where the inhabitants were predisposed towards loving the taste of sexual fluids… "I'd wait for the nutritional and medical science to weigh in, but… It's probably fine," I said.

Upper Crust had scooped up and licked off just about every part of her bust way before the other two. It felt like forever ago since I'd last seen the kind of hungry look in her eyes, but I found it worryingly familiar. Golden Harvest had looked at me that way, like I was a piece of meat. "Mmmm…" she hummed, her voice taking on a seductive register. "May I have… some more…?"

"I'd like a sample, as well!" Jet Set said with genuine, non-sexual enthusiasm, completely ruining the moment.

I just pulled my pants back up, or tried to. After remembering what a hassle it was to stuff myself in and walk around in these now too-small pants, I reconsidered bothering with them at all. After a moment of thought, I just pushed them and my underwear back down, pulled my shoes through the leg holes, and tossed them aside. Going bottomless-with-shoes and letting my dick swing freely was honestly more comfortable now.

Back to the question at hand… As good as this encounter had been, I needed to keep moving. "Maybe another time, if we see each other again. Enjoy the party."

"Wait!" Upper Crust stepped in front of me, her breasts bouncing and speckled with flecks of drying cum. "I'll pay you for more! That exquisite flavor was unlike anything–!"

"No, no, NO!" I shouted, shoving her out of my personal space. "You want more, visit Joe's or something! I don't have time for this!" And I stomped off, looking to lose myself in the crowd and wander around until another target jumped out at me.

There were a lot of sexy mares in lovely dresses at the party. The fading light of sunset made the shadows of their curves all the more pronounced, like I was in some gold-tinged noir scene. All these impossibly sexy ladies, unsuspecting of the predator stalking among them in plain sight…

I put a hand over my eyes and groaned. Metaphors like that were not a good sign.

Suddenly, I was magically pulled back into two giant floating pillows– No, wait, they were Trixie's enlarged breasts.

"You're pushing yourself too hard," Trixie said sadly, reaching over her boobs and tussling my hair.

Before I knew it, my whole body was levitated up so that I was half-resting on top of Trixie's massive breasts, kept just weightless enough that I could feel myself pressing down on them without falling between them. She floated/carried me in this manner over to the central part of the garden, where there was a bench within a ring of the stone path. A couple of servants were laying out a dozen cushions on the bench – probably on Trixie's orders.

Trixie set me down extremely carefully, like I was going to break. Once I found myself in charge of my own gravity again, seated on the cushioned garden bench, I looked up at Trixie in utter confusion. "What are–?"

"Look, just–" Trixie started at the same time, and sighed irritably. "Just… sit there, okay?! Rest!"

"R-Rest?"

"That's what I said," she replied with absolute seriousness. "You're tired, stressed out, and overstimulated." She looked down at her giant tits, and noticed the way my eyes couldn't help but drift down to her bouyant cleavage and impossible-to-miss nipples. "In fact… This isn't helping." Her horn lit up, and she blasted her breasts with a quick burst of magic.

I let out a little pathetic "Noooo…" as they started to shrink down to their natural size. Even if she was right, that the breast expansion was just adding to my list of stimulants, the fanatically devoted boob-man in me couldn't bear to see them go. And it wasn't like she stopped being nude or sexy, or any of the other ponies around me pretending to be classy stopped having ridiculously proportioned bodies that I loved to watch in motion. But I guess it made her less distracting.

Trixie let out a huff of exertion and adjusted her stance with her regular pumpkin-sized breasts. "You set the example for how we do this, Pascal. We look for someone with a problem and try to help them. Well, I'm sorry to say, but the one with a problem here is obviously YOU. Anyone can tell just by looking at you that you're out of it. The way you shamble around, and the way you're stress-eating. I haven't seen eating like that since… since I got shown up by Twilight Sparkle the first time!" Her eyes were starting to mist up, and her voice was starting to waver. "And if you keep going without a break, you're just going to keep breaking yourself down."

The depths she was revealing in herself were moving, but fear and confusion were fighting it in my mind. One detail in particular stood out first. "If… If I am acting that way… shouldn't you just accept it as Normal…?"

Trixie balled her hands into fists. "That's not how it works IF I CARE ABOUT YOU!"

The volume of her outburst sent birds scattering and caused every noble in the vicinity to stare at us.

"When you've done nothing but show us that you care about US, that you value our opinions – even when they might be bad for you – that kind of communication works on us too! It tells us it's okay to look out for YOU, too! Even if you don't want it!"

I reeled. The Normal worked on implication? Reasonably assumable implication, I supposed. We'd been in constant communication all day; there was plenty of time for unspoken signals to work like this, basically providing precedent to circumvent the standard 'don't mind what I'm doing' effect.

Then my brain metaphorically slapped me upside the head and reminded me what she'd just said. She cares about me? Like… 'care' care?

A caterer mare who had been loitering nearby walked up to us. "Are you two alright? Is there any–"

"WE'RE FINE!" both Trixie and I told her simultaneously. She recoiled and backed off.

I put a hand to my head and looked back at Trixie. "I… appreciate the– Oh god, I'm going to sound like a dick after that… But I can't exactly just STOP, you know?" I pointed towards the back of my neck when I said that. The Normal wasn't going to relent just because I wanted a breather. This was a life-or-death race.

Trixie smiled and shook her head. "That's why you've got the three of us. We can do the work for you while you get some much-needed rest."

She seemed to be right. I wasn't feeling the Normal creeping up on me too strongly yet, between what I'd just done with the three high-class mares and whatever Moondancer and Spitfire were up to elsewhere in the party. But there was one other problem, and it was sitting between my legs, erectly pointing straight at Trixie's bare stomach. "I've still got Photo Finish's aphrodisiac in me. I feel like I should work that off before I see Celestia, you know?"

That gave the magician girl pause, and she knit her brow in frustrated contemplation.

Meanwhile, a related thought occurred to me. I looked around, wondering aloud, "Actually… How much time DO we have left?" The sun was dipping over the horizon, but I didn't know how that translated to minutes.

Trixie levitated her hat off her head and, from the endless void within, summoned a pocketwatch on a chain. "I borrowed this off some noble. Don't even remember who. It says it's…" She flipped the cover open. "7:18."

I remembered the guard at the station saying sundown was scheduled for about 7:51. "Shit, about half an hour left…?" I muttered. I couldn't believe so much time had passed. I couldn't believe all the crazy stuff that had happened in that time. I couldn't believe we were so close.

The blue pony girl's worried expression didn't change, but she kept glancing at the other end of the garden like there was something important happening there. She regretfully turned to leave and said, "Look, we'll… figure something out. I just have to judge a stud-measuring competition first."

Despite myself, I chuckled. As she stepped away, I felt compelled to say something. "Hey!" When Trixie looked back, I looked sheepishly up at her and quietly said, "I care about you too."

Trixie's smile broadened. "I know." And she left, disappearing around one of the tall hedges, heading for some other part of the estate's garden.

I sat there for a couple of minutes feeling sorry for myself and marveling at what had just happened.

Then I attempted to keep myself distracted and relaxed. Not letting all this get to me. Just enjoying the mountain air and being in the company of such wealthy and powerful ponies. Completely ignoring the fact that beneath their fancy clothing they were all incredibly endowed. Like one dark purple mare whose back was to me, but I could still see the outward sweep of her clothed breasts, and the way they squished slightly against her ribs whenever she turned. Or the jade-colored mare whose probable K-cups were so buoyant that it looked like she was wearing a push-up bra, except judging by the bouncing and jiggling she clearly wasn't. Or the red mare who noticed I was looking and smirked and tugged her V-neck suggestively–

Okay, enough staring at mares. Maybe stallions, I'm not attracted to those at all. Except that it was hard to ignore the rhythmic bouncing of their oversized packages contained in those huge cloth spheres hanging off their crotches, stuffed to the brim with–

I closed my eyes let out a groan of frustration and need. My problem now was the same one it'd been since I'd landed here: These ponies were too damn sexual and I couldn't help but look. Eventually, I decided to just stare up at the reddish-purple sky and enjoy the clouds. I could see specks of what looked like pegasi mares flying overhead, their bodies forming tiny hourglass outlines against the– Dammit.

"Oh! Excuse me, are you…?"

My view of the sky was blocked by a pale violet face and a mane of curly blonde hair. I couldn't place her for a moment, but when I put two and two together I jumped a little. "L-Lyrica Lilac?" It was the prissy noble from the train.

"You remember me! Well, I suppose I did make an absolute cunt of myself; such an incident would be hard to forget!" The rich mare stepped around the bench and took a seat on the opposite side. "What an incredible coincidence to meet here, of all places! I didn't take you for having the bits required to enter this kind of party, but that's the cunt in me indulging my prejudices again–"

"Do you have to keep SAYING that?" I asked exasperatedly.

Lyrica blinked. "Well, it's what I am," she said matter-of-factly. "And until I make inroads to stop being that, a cunt I remain. I see no reason to be anything less than honest with myself and others."

Holy shit, I'd done a number on this woman. "Uh, look…"

"I am making progress, though!" Lyrica interrupted. "I went to the best psychiatrist in Canterlot and paid him exorbitantly for a drop-in session. He agreed when I said you said I'd been acting like a cunt! Oh, the things I revealed about myself in that hour – I feel like I'm on my way to being a new mare! A less cunty mare!"

"Holy shit, stop!" I yelled out loud. "You don't have to keep saying 'cunt' every third sentence! It's… It's fucking annoying!"

Lyrica's jaw dropped. "Oh… Oh my, I… Goodness. So sorry. I…" Slowly, it dawned on her. "I've been making a fool of myself all day, haven't I…? Why didn't anypony stop me?"

"Because they all thought it was normal for you to be called that," I said, then slapped my forehead for saying that out loud instead of silently thinking it. "Look, you… It's not about what you're called or what you call yourself. It's how you act. Calling yourself names doesn't actually help change your behavior. If anything, it just makes it worse."

"So by calling myself a–"

I cleared my throat loudly.

"…that, I was acting even more like… that?"

What an incredibly bewildering question. I groaned and leaned back into the bench and cushions. "I don't know. I think the point I'm trying to make is: The more you call yourself bad things, eventually you'll just rationalize your bad behavior as 'Well, this is what I am,' instead of trying to change."

"Oh, I see! That makes sense."

Did it, though?

Lyrica stood up and turned to me with a smile. "Thank you for the advice again, human. It's clear I still have a long way to go. And I'll try not to think of myself as… that so much."

I just gave her a thumbs-up. My other arm was now covering my eyes so that they could rest.

She suddenly seemed to notice what state I was in, including pantslessness. "Oh, oh my. I was so absorbed in myself, I… You do not look well at all! Is there anything I can do to help?" My eyes were covered, but I could almost feel the way hers focused on my dick. "…Anything to relieve, um… pressure, perhaps?"

God, I was developing a Pavlovian response to the words 'anything to help' – the words immediately conjured up images of her further degrading herself for my pleasure. I lifted my arm and gave her a once-over, and though the mare wasn't the bustiest or curviest I'd seen today, she was still by any standards beautiful and exotic. My dick would have no problems unloading its problems onto this mare.

Except… the more I thought about it – not just the daydreaming of my id, but really thinking about it – the more sick to my stomach I became. With everything ahead, knowing for almost a certainty that sex was the central issue of my conflict with Celestia… Suddenly, indulging my lust was less appetizing.

"No, no, it's fine," I finally replied, waving her off. "I've got friends helping me out. I'll wait."

"Of course, I understand." Lyrica Lilac nodded and waved goodbye. "Thank you sincerely for all the help! Have a good evening."

Sullenly, I watched her leave, realizing all too late that the stuck-up, morally confused noblemare actually had a killer shelf of ass I could've used as my own personal toy. The thought made me groan in annoyance – this war between my head and my other head was getting old.

I didn't have anything to distract myself other than what Trixie had left me: The fancy pocketwatch on the cushion next to my naked butt. I picked it up, fiddled with the cover mechanism for a little while (it seemed to be designed more for magic than actual hands, which was weird), and finally popped it open. The hands of the clock were saying it was 7:26.

Even less time left now. 25 minutes exactly. The numbers filled me with no small amount of dread.

A distant round of applause interrupted the polite din of the party. In the distance, I watched Trixie and a group of stallions appear from around the hedges, dispersing through the rest of the garden like it was time to get back to business. It looked like whatever her competition involved, it was done now. And a bunch of stallions now had prominent bulges in their pants' crotch-pouches, as though they'd lost control of their erections. Almost all of the stallions in the group, save one.

Fancy Pants followed Trixie back to me, mid-discussion with her. "I did have my suspicions, but I never suspected so many were, ah, 'stuffing' down there," I heard him say to Trixie.

"It's not like they have awful natural sizes, either!" Trixie exclaimed. "But apparently it's popular to add a few inches in high society. Geez…"

It was then that I noticed that the zipper of Fancy Pants' crotch-pouch, unlike the other stallions, was completely undone, letting his ridiculously enormous balls hang and massive cobalt-blue dick slowly plump up. From the way Trixie's hand casually ran over the shaft as it tilted upward into the air, I could only guess this was her doing.

As though this casual exposure weren't happening, Fancy Pants smiled and shrugged in response to Trixie's statement. "No one dares bring it up, but it does factor into a stallion's 'presence,' if you will. A larger size makes a larger, more important stallion. At least in these circles." He looked back at the other stallions a little wistfully. "I do wish I could've kept them going a couple months longer… I had them all thinking I was the one 'stuffing' down there – I spent a good portion of last year with a size-reducing pouch, for convenience, and only decided to let loose when the winter began."

"And why would you want to do that?" Trixie asked, stopping near where I was seated, still idly rubbing the noblestallion's cock.

Fancy Pants smiled only a little wider. "To let them think I had finally revealed some kind of flaw? I get a bit of resentment from ponies of similar status for being so, well, in-demand, moreso than they are. Letting them believe I had gone and doubled my own endowment out of some sense of inadequacy helped ease tensions. Ponies were more willing to do business with me because they thought they had something over me – though I always denied it, of course. It was really quite a lucrative rumor."

I rolled my eyes. "Cutthroat as usual. You and Fleur make a good team, don't you?"

Trixie frowned at me, but Fancy Pants put on a penitent expression. "Fleur told me what she did, though I asked her not to share what she gathered that way, I promise you. I'm sorry for involving you in what's, sadly, the usual Canterlot politics."

I threw my hands up, the pocketwatch hanging from the chain wrapped around my finger. "Whatever. It really doesn't matter anymore." Not when I had just over 20 minutes before marching towards my potential death.

There was an awkward pause. Fancy Pants turned towards Trixie and took her hands in his. "I'll be back later. Thank you for the activity, Trixie. It was most entertaining."

"Of course, Fancy," Trixie said evenly. "Enjoy your reward!"

Fancy Pants nodded and walked away, his dick waving about in the air in front of him. I raised an eyebrow at Trixie. "So, he gets to let it all hang out, and the losers…"

"Keep their pants on," Trixie replied, "but they don't get to control their erections. A little humiliating, but they get to show off what they do have for all the mares, so I don't think it's too bad…" She sat down beside me and gave me a worried look. "I take it you're not having a good time yourself."

I looked down at the pocketwatch again. Less time left.

It felt like my gut had been punched. "I just…" I didn't know what to say. Everything felt wrong. Why was I so depressed all of a sudden? Why wasn't I enjoying my powers and this bounty of opportunity? Wasn't this supposed to be the last bit of fun before…?

No. That was exactly it. This was supposed to be that, but it wasn't.

"I… I thought I'd be happier."

Saying that out loud, it felt like the ground had opened up beneath me. My entire way of thinking about the events of the last five hours fell apart and rearranged itself. The emotional whiplash was so strong and violent that it put me on the brink of tears almost immediately, and it was all I could do to hold them back.

"I thought…" I said, my voice cracking, "I thought this would be, y'know, the victory lap. The final celebration. We'd come in, fuck some nobles, drink champagne, and then I'd SWAGGER up to the castle. But…!" My shaking hands gripped my knees, and I whispered, "I'm just terrified!!"

I felt Trixie's hand rub my shoulder comfortingly, but I hardly felt it through my self-anger. She didn't say anything, and I wasn't sure I wanted her to just yet.

"Five hours ago, when I made that decision to stall for time, even though I could've forced my way through… I told myself I was being considerate of Celestia, of all things. That I wanted to see the sights, meet some famous ponies. But now that we're back here again, I feel like… deep down, what I REALLY wanted was to run. To avoid facing this for a while. I mean, I was angry at the time, but beneath that, I was scared out of my mind, too." I gave Trixie a sad, pathetic smile. "Why else would I want to go around helping ponies, solving puzzles, distracting myself with as many activities as possible? Not just to escape the Normal, but to… to run, and… to prove to myself that I'm not that bad, that I'm not so much a shitheel of a human being…!"

Without speaking, Trixie reached over and pulled me in for a hug, and I buried my face in her bare shoulder and moaned my angst out. I didn't want to cry, to lose all dignity so close to the finish line, but it was all coming out of me now. Under all this pressure, there was no escaping my true feelings.

It was hard to believe I was doing this in the middle of a high-class party. Just about every pony there could see me sobbing into Trixie's embrace. But between the Normal and general politeness, no one made a huge deal of it and they kept a polite distance. The only ones who got close were Moondancer and Spitfire, having been drawn over by my caterwauling, no doubt, and they just looked on as I wailed all my emotions out.

Trixie gave me a gentle pat on the back and said, with mild sarcasm, "I'm guessing this isn't a problem a boob-hug can solve…"

I laughed a little and shook my head, rubbing my face deeper into her shoulder. No, burying myself in breasts was just another form of running away at this point. Inundating myself in sexual pleasure or fantasy just felt hollow, meaningless. There was too much at stake, and it was too late to ignore it any longer.

Which made my constant erection more of a nuisance than a boon.

"Uhhhh…" I heard Spitfire awkwardly say, "I'm gonna… undo something I had cooking. Hang in there, Hypnodude."

Moondancer watched the athlete walk away, then slowly stepped closer to the bench. "Did… all of this finally get to him?" she asked Trixie.

"I think it already was," Trixie replied, "but it was either this or watch him spiral into a deeper pit of lust just to avoid thinking about it." She inhaled and sighed, her breasts rising and falling against my arm. "I mean, you hear about sex addiction as a scare tactic thing… but to actually SEE it…"

Finally, I lifted my head, sniffling deeply and wiping my eyes. Trixie's bare blue shoulder had a bit of a sheen to it, too. "S-Sorry about that…"

"Oh, don't worry." With a flash of Trixie's horn, the tears and snot and sweat were gone.

A box of tissues appeared above my lap in a flash of light pinkish magic and bounced off my dick. I picked them up and used them to finish wiping my face and start blowing my nose.

"Feeling a little better?" Moondancer asked, her horn's glow fading.

I nodded silently. Everything still sucked, but it'd been good to express that after so long deluding myself. I felt like I could approach this a bit more realistically, even if I had no new ideas for how to solve it. At the very least, I could pull together some of my lost dignity.

Trixie adjusted her seating so that she was sitting straight forward instead of turned towards me, and she looked out to the crowd. The nobles, diplomats, and captains of industry had stopped watching and returned to their own conversations and activities. The stage magician chuckled and shook her head, looking at me and saying, "You're something else, Pascal."

Moondancer chuckled, sending her still-mammoth boobs a-quaking.

The emotional outpouring had numbed me a bit, but I still had room to be a little dumbfounded. To both Trixie and Moondancer, I muttered, "I just confessed that the past five hours were based on a lie. A panicked, angry, selfish reaction. I just revealed that I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. And you're still… You just laugh that off?"

Smirking, Trixie pointed at me and said, "The first thing you did when you brought me along was openly admit that you had a confidence problem, and that's why you wanted my help. You didn't set the bar all that high."

"I chose to get on this crazy ride, of my own free will," Moondancer agreed. "And I think it was absolutely worth it."

Shaking my head, I used one last tissue to finish wiping off my face, and set the box aside. I took a shuddering breath and said glumly, "At the end of the day, I'm a pervert with an insane power who's just flailing around."

"Considering everything, I can't blame you," Trixie replied, and Moondancer nodded. The magician continued, "Look, no one's asking you to be perfect. To fully embody one ideal or another. I think we're all happy that you're showing us another side of yourself. And not just for the whole 'vulnerable introspective appeal' thing."

Moondancer actually laughed out loud at that. "Yeah, you're getting real close to those moody romance-novel protagonists…!"

Being sassed help me feel a bit more regular, if nothing else. I tossed up one hand flippantly and said, "My life basically IS a fetishy romance novel."

Trixie grinned and leaned over to me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "So which girl are you going to get in the end?" She walked her fingers up my chest playfully. "You're obviously going for the 'harem' ending, but who's going to be your Number One?" She not-so-subtly bounced her eyebrows up and down as she said that.

That question almost made me completely depressed again, because it reminded me of Derpy. It felt like ages ago since I last saw her. There was so much I wanted to say to her that I couldn't now.

"There's…" I sighed, knowing that after leading Trixie on all day, this would be the worst time to bring this up. "There's this mailpony from Ponyville. She was the first person to, well, let me confide in her and really support me and guide me through all this." I let out a sad sigh. "I wouldn't… This 'morality' I've been using all day… It's more hers than mine. If she hadn't come along when she did, and been so sweet to me when she was… I might've turned out a lot worse."

Slowly, Trixie pulled back, her smile only fading a little bit. "So I'm not your first assistant, huh? If you don't mind me asking, why isn't she here?"

"Derpy had to work today," I said simply. "I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't even know how bad things were until this morning, and it didn't start getting crazy until we arrived in Canterlot. I just had to keep running, and I've completely left her behind. And now it's possible I might… disappear forever."

It was a heavy thing to say and hear. Trixie tried her best to stay light. "Well, one more reason not to lose."

With my emotions having been poured out a few minutes ago, I was still empty enough that I could face the problem at hand without breaking down. "Yeah," I said, "but I don't want our next meeting to be, 'So, while you were gone, I decided to pervert all of Equestria just to stay alive.' I don't think she'll like that. I don't think that's what she had in mind."

Trixie's face scrunched up into a sort of side-pout. "You think of her opinion pretty highly…"

Now we were getting into awkward territory. "Well… I mean, not extremely more than you three. You've been helping me out so much, I…"

But Trixie smiled and waved me off. "It's fine. Really." She leaned in, and her trademark smirk was back. "Maybe, when this is all over, we can see if she's interested in a 'poly' relationship."

Words I never thought I'd hear from such a sexy woman's mouth.

While I was stunned, Trixie glanced at Moondancer and added, "You could join in, too, if you're interested."

Moondancer blushed and put her hands up defensively. "Uh, thanks but no thanks? I'm not that romantically interested. No offense."

"N-None taken," I squeaked, still lost in the fantasy of Derpy and Trixie together with me…

"I mean, if you manage to stay as you are, and our paths cross after this… I guess I wouldn't mind staying friends? With a little extra?" Moondancer chuckled nervously. "I mean, what's the point of being sexually awakened if you don't have casual sex with the guy who helped break out of your shell once in a while…?"

Now Moondancer was in the pile in my imagination, along with Lyra, Spitfire, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy… A harem full of mares who weren't just mindblowingly sexy like every mare in Equestria, but who also genuinely cared about me or loved me to some extent, wanting to have sex with me because they wanted it, with me…

"Oh horseapples, sorry, I said too much," Moondancer cursed, putting her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were focused on the foot-long erection between my legs, which was now twitching, and leaking precum.

I winced at the hot sensations building in my groin. "So much for getting all cerebral and shit," I rasped. I was a little baffled at my own physical reaction – was love and affection now my new fetish?

The pocketwatch levitated in Trixie's magic as she popped open the cover and peeked at the time. "Well!" she said. "We managed about seven minutes there without needing to fuck something. What is that, a new record for us?"

My face burned red with equal parts embarrassment and newfound desire. It was clear that I wasn't getting out of this party without one more round of sex with somepony. And not even in some kind of final, climactic sense either – it would be just for the sake of not walking up to the palace with a prick leaking like a faucet. I looked around, and even though there were many rich, desirable mares around, I didn't find myself attracted to any of them in the moment, and my eyes roamed back to Trixie and Moondancer. Quietly, with rising need, I asked, "Do either of you wanna… maybe… One last time…?"

Moondancer's cheeks went red as she looked down at my exposed lower half. A brisk mountain breeze blew through, stiffening the bare nipples that were several fingers thick.

But Trixie's reaction was more dramatic. Her head turned to me, then out towards the crowd repeatedly, her muzzle contorting in several thoughtful but mildly frustrated expressions. Then, with a sidelong glance at me, she said, "I do. But not as one last fuck." She shifted her posture towards me, resting her arm against the back of the garden bench. "If I had my way, I'd take you back to the Canterlot Inn and we'd rut ALL night. And if I'm honest…" Her gaze lowered to my cock meaningfully as another bead of precum formed at the tip. "If I started now, I'd be tempted to never stop."

I had to admit the prospect was tempting even for me. She and I both knew I couldn't run away from this anymore, but it didn't stop us from wanting it. "I wish we could," I said.

The busty magician looked out to the setting sun in the west, which was casting the sky in a deep purple, and then stood up. "So that's why," she announced, "in remains of the day, I'm going to cause some more mischief, grab myself a few studs to be MY sex slaves for the rest of the night, and go all night pretending they're one-THIRD as interesting and considerate as you are."

"Uh… Sounds like a plan," I said, thoroughly humbled.

Trixie smiled back at me, stepped in front of where I was sitting, and leaned over. She put her hands on my shoulders, and her breasts hung down so low that they embraced my hard, twitching cock. They shifted back and forth, her nipples brushing against my thighs. Yet her face was so close and her look so piercing that I could only look into her deep violet eyes.

"I believe in you," she said firmly and confidently. "Mind-altering power or not. And I don't want you to throw your life away because you think you're not worth it. You ARE, Pascal. You've proven yourself in so many ways today. And I truly think Equestria would be worse off without you."

"Hnng…!"

Before I could even register what was happening, my hips lurched and I painted the natural hanging cleavage before me white. My head spun with embarrassment, but Trixie just looked down, surprised and bemused. Behind her, Moondancer covered her mouth and struggled not to humiliate me with laughter.

"Oh, really?" Trixie said, grinning. "You needed that in more ways than one, did you?"

Quietly, I muttered, "Welp. There goes my dignity."

The beautiful blue unicorn gave me a quick smooch on my forehead and tousled my hair. "You didn't charm me with your 'dignified manner,' boy… Either way, I'm glad I could serve you one last time as your sex slave – at least for tonight." She stood up straight, her breasts bouncing back into their firm, bouyant resting state while my cum dripped from between them. "I'll wear this like a badge of honor for a while, see what the Normal thinks of THAT," she said, and giggled evilly.

"You're something else, Trixie," I mumbled quietly, staring wide-eyed up at her.

Trixie giggled again and turned to leave. "Don't blow this joint without saying goodbye, okay?" And with that, she practically bounced away, flaunting all the way back into the crowd of nobility.

Moondancer and I looked at each other, equally affected by Trixie's manners. The student blushed and stared at my crotch again. "Even after all that…"

I looked down too, and – sure enough – I was still hard. I was barely noticing at this point. Arousal was quickly becoming the standard rather than the exception, and I wasn't sure how to feel about that. "I see why stallions learn erection control," I muttered with a sigh. "Otherwise it'd just be this all the time."

"Learning a little sympathy for us ponies?"

"Constantly being the target of my lusts is reason enough for sympathy," I replied a little harshly. "But yeah, I'm starting to appreciate the male side of this repressive culture a little more."

"It's a difficult balance, isn't it?" Moondancer said thoughtfully. She stepped over to the bench, her larger-than-life tits wobbling to and fro, and sat down on the bench beside me. "If you could decide for everyone where the line should be… Well, Celestia seems to have already decided, but… Are we wrong for thinking this is causing unnecessary suffering? Or is the thousand-year-old goddess the one that's wrong?"

I opened the pocketwatch again. Only a few more minutes to the scheduled sunset now. "Celestia has some kind of major hangup with sex," I said. "And it has to do with humans."

Moondancer looked at me worriedly. "You think a human might've…?" She left the rest of the question hanging.

"Might've WHAT?" I asked when she left it open. "That's the question. What EXACTLY happened? Was it just her, or was it…" I realized what I was saying and put a hand over my eyes. There was a big conclusion I'd been putting off for almost two days. With a groan, I said to Moondancer, "At this point, with all the evidence I have, there's no way the ancient humans and ponies'… sexual compatibility with them aren't related things. They were here, and they MADE ponies this way. But how? When? What happened to them after? And how the fuck am I related to that? I can theorize until the cows come home, but…"

"Only Celestia knows," Moondancer finished. "But if humans are the reason we're… shaped this way… Does that make Celestia's reaction justified?"

"More than a little. Just the possibility I might be like them has her spooked beyond rationality. So whatever happened… It was BAD. And personal."

"And she's got the first human in over a thousand years to take it all out on."

"Exactly." I took a deep breath and tilted my head to the side so I could get a view of the royal palace above us. "So I figure… If I can at least learn why this all had to happen, if I can solve that mystery… Maybe that'll be enough. I can, well, rest in peace."

Moondancer frowned. "I wish you didn't have to. You just landed here randomly, and all this was forced upon you. That's not fair."

"Life's not fair," I grumbled, putting my hands behind my head and looking up at the pale violet sky. "But you ponies shouldn't have to deal with a human perving on you all the time either. So… we're back at 'one vs. the many' again."

The busty bookworm let out a sigh. "Here we are, talking it through again, when there's really no way of knowing what will happen until it happens – what you'll do until it's time to make the choice."

"I want to hope I'm a good person," I said simply. That was all there was to it.

For a little while, we both sat there in silence – pantsless man and impossibly busty topless mare – watching the rest of the nobles mingle. Occasionally, a rich stallion would awkwardly adjust his pants to manage the uncontrolled erection pushing against his pouch. Well-to-do mares walked by, presenting her chest in such a way that several stallions – and me – couldn't help but look, and that mare would smirk at the attention.

"So what have you done so far, Moondancer?" I asked her out of the blue.

She jumped a little as if startled and did her best to shrink in her seat (to little avail due to her breasts). "Oh… Not much, sorry. Um, I started this game where the mares… Well, I told a few mares that there's this game rich and famous mares play where they try to catch ponies glancing at their boobs. They keep score; it's kind of an informal competition thing. And I told them to spread that around."

"Ahhhh," I said in understanding. "That explains a few mares I've seen."

"But… other than that, not much. Not… anything." Moondancer looked very apologetic. "I'm sorry for not helping fight the Normal as much as the others…"

"Hey, it's fine, what the problem?" I asked calmly. As it was, I could hardly feel the Normal buzzing along my neck at all. We were still in the clear. "Getting cold feet? Er, hooves?"

Moondancer nodded. "It's… Argh, I don't know how to say it. It's just… It doesn't make sense after everything we've done today, but… I don't…" She threw up her hands and declared, "I don't think I'm an exhibitionist!"

Okay, that was a little surprising. "Really?"

"I know, I know. We've done so much, and I told you about those fantasies I had, but…"

I thought back over the day's events. Technically, the only public sex she'd participated in was at the doughnut shop. That fast-paced orgy with the Wonderbolts had been technically private, though there were definitely a few witnesses. But other than the things she'd SEEN… "No no, I can see it. Watching it isn't the same as taking part."

Moondancer chuckled sheepishly. "I might be a bit of a voyeur. Exhibitionist, though? I don't think I'm confident enough for that."

"Well, that's… probably not something you would've known before we did all this today," I reasoned. "So, the, uh, library fantasy doesn't work for you anymore?" I remembered her talking about a fantasy of getting rutted in the middle of the library without ceremony like she was a free-use toy.

She squirmed as I mentioned it. Perhaps she hadn't expected me to remember after all this time. "Well…" She thought about it for a few seconds. "I guess… I still like it, but… I think I imagine it more as, um, doing it because my dominant partner ordered me too." Moondancer spread her legs, her massive cleavage dipping into the space between them, and she smiled sheepishly. "I'm definitely a submissive, I think. So doing that because, um, because my dominant stallion wanted to watch… That's how it still works."

My crotch twinged, and I swatted the head of my cock like it was a disobedient pet. "Down boy."

Moondancer laughed, some of the nervousness melting away. "Right. But, uh, exhibitionism and humiliation by itself, without that submission angle… I don't think it works." She looked around at the nobles, saying, "I tried to ask one of these stallions to, uh, fuck my tits… but when I went to ask him… I lost my nerve. Sorry."

"Hey, I'm doing fine," I assured her. "We're almost at sunset anyway. I just wish I could leave you with a more positive experience before we part ways. Is there a, uh, fantasy I can help you with, or…?"

The uber-busty student leaned forward, resting her chin grumpily on her boobs. "I dunno. What every mare wants, I suppose. To get the royal Princess treatment for a night."

I sighed. "Drat." That was something I couldn't manage in the time I had. With a self-deprecating laugh, I added, "I'm still working on being a functional human being, much less a gentleman, MUCH less a Prince."

That managed to put a wry smile back on her face. "That's okay. You've honestly done enough for me already."

But then I had a flash of inspiration. "Hold on!" I stood up, and winced as my genitals swung around with the motion. I regained my composure and scanned the crowd. I didn't find who I was looking for, but I figured he had to be around somewhere. To Moondancer, I said, "I got it. I'll set you up for the rest of the night, and that'll be my parting gift!"

She looked up at me in surprise and said, "Um, really? I appreciate it, but… I mean, there's plenty of rich ponies here, but I hardly KNOW any of them, so–"

"We know ONE," I pointed out. "We know one very GOOD one." Moondancer's eyes widened, and I grinned. "I'll set you up for a magical night with Fan–"

"PASCAL!!"

The entire party ground to a halt, and I spun around toward the source of the voice – one very serious-looking Prince Blueblood, marching towards me with… fury? Determination? He was coming at me so fast it was hard to read his expression.

"Uh, hey Prince," I muttered as he stomped up to me. "What's the–"

And I swear what happened next is 100% true.

Prince Blueblood grabbed the back of my head, tilted my head up to his, and kissed me fully on the lips. His other arm snaked behind my back, letting him carry my weight as he pushed into me, forcing his mouth upon mine with unapologetic, furious… ROMANTIC passion. There was definitely tongue. And he must have taken part in Trixie's stud-measuring contest and lost, because there was a very uncomfortably hard bulge pressing against my bare leg.

Needless to say, I was stunned and incredibly confused.

After what seemed like forever, Blueblood finally pulled back. For a moment, a strand of saliva bridged our lips before it broke. "Oh, Pascal…" Blueblood said dreamily, his eyes watering, "from the moment I laid eyes on you…"

"WHAT?!"

"…I knew you were the one," he continued obliviously. "The one I've been looking for. The one I can share my feelings and… EVERYTHING with. Please… If you'll just have me for this one night…"

Blueblood let me go, spun around, and bent over. With his magic, he undid his belt and buttons and shoved his suit pants and striped boxers down to his ankles. I flinched, partially covering my eyes as he bared his naked rear before me, in front of all of his guests. It was impossible to miss his exposed sphincter, his surprisingly huge, soft buttocks, his sizable balls as they got tucked between his legs, and the half-hard, leaking horsedick as it swayed back and forth in front of his legs– oh God he was trying to sway his ass enticingly.

"Even if it's just once, and we never see each other again…" he pleaded, "I'll be happy if I got to show you the depths of my passion for you. Fill me, Pascal! Fill the hole in my SOUL!!"

To say that there was an awkward silence wouldn't do it justice. It was more of an awkward tension, because now everyone else in the party had gathered to watch Prince Blueblood degrade himself like this, and they were watching me intently, wondering if I would take him up on his offer. As for me – I'm not fond of using emoticons as description, but there was only one way to describe the look of my poker face:

>:I

A quick scan of the crowd revealed two beanbag-sized yellow breasts belonging to Spitfire, who was making some kind of quick gesture with her hands… Ah, she was holding them up defensively, waving them back and forth while frantically mouthing 'Sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry' at me.

I tilted my head to one side and mouthed back 'Really?!'

Spitfire just grimaced harder.

I rolled my eyes, suppressed a sigh, and stared at Blueblood's butt. This was it, then. A golden opportunity to get 'gay sex' off my bucket list before I actually might kick the bucket tonight. And it would certainly make Blueblood's night, it seemed.

Except was it on my bucket list at all? Sure, there was no escaping at this point that there was a nonzero attraction to male ponies in my psyche. But did the prospect of pitching anal really arouse me compared to just general big-dick stuff? Even if it didn't, was it my responsibility to make sure I at least tried it before my untimely demise? Just to say I'd experienced the whole spectrum of sexuality? Was that worth it? Was I going to have sex with Blueblood – right here in front of all his guests – because I could? Or should? Or should I not?

I came to a strange conclusion: At the end of the day, the only thing that mattered, sexually – after consent – was whether or not this aroused me. Not what people expected of me, but what I wanted for myself. Not just whether or not I was willing to try, but whether it truly appealed to me.

In the spirit of fairness, I gave Blueblood's male backside a long look, to test its effect on my libido. Like just about all ponies, he was hairless, smooth, supple. A hint of sweat made his skin sheen. His lower legs were sculpted muscle, but his thighs and ass were soft and pudgy without being flabby. The puckered star between his cheeks was tight and unblemished, possibly virgin. He was presenting it desperately, enticingly, willingly. There was no doubt he'd enjoy it, both physically and emotionally. His complete turnaround of personality, seeing him go from haughty and mercenary to downright begging, gave me a lot of power over him.

If there was ever a masculine male to fuck, this would probably be the most ideal. And yet…

"This does nothing for me," I declared with an apologetic sigh.

The nobles around us groaned in disappointment almost as one. I heard a voice cry out, "Oh, COME ON!" from somewhere in the bushes.

But it was the honest truth. This offer of gay anal sex didn't repel me or disgust me, but it didn't arouse me one bit, either. Only my standard big-genitals fetish made any part of Blueblood's male body actually exciting, and it wasn't the part on offer. It was just… zero. Not positive, not negative, just 'meh.'

Blueblood whined, sounding almost devastated by my honest admission. "W-Well…!" He spun around and knelt before me. "We don't have to do THAT! I'll suck your cock if that will make you happy. I'll be your cumdump–"

His mouth went for my dick, but I put my hand on his horn and gently pushed him back. I knew already that sex wasn't going to solve Blueblood's problem. "Blueblood, c'mon," I said calmly.

"P-Please…!" Blueblood begged, tears forming in his eyes. "I've never felt like this with anypony– anyone before!"

I was starting to get an idea of where his mind was at. I stepped back and sat back down on the cushioned garden bench (next to a completely flummoxed Moondancer). "Blueblood… Blueblood…" I said, "it's not 'me' you're attracted to."

"W-What?" the Prince mumbled.

"It's… sort of the 'idea' of romance you're infatuated with right now. All that stuff about filling a hole in your heart? Innuendo aside… You're lonely, and you want someone genuine in your life. Am I right?"

Blueblood toppled forward, landing on his hands and knees and sobbing shamelessly. "Yeh-he-he-heees!!" he moaned.

I wiped my face with my hands and groaned. Spitfire had done a real number on this guy. "Well…" Ugh, this was going to break this guy's heart. "Sorry to say, but we just met. We're not going to form a deep, psychological connection, don't you think?"

The Prince's undignified wails got more intense.

"But! Hey, listen!" I shouted over his wailing. "The fact that you have these feelings is a GOOD thing!"

That made him stop and look up at me. "R-Reallyyy?" he whined, tears and snot dripping down his muzzle.

"YES," I insisted tersely, trying to hide my waning patience. "This is a turning point in your life. I can't be your partner, but if you're honest with yourself and understanding of others… you've already started on the path of finding someone for you."

"Reaaaallly?!" Blueblood asked again.

"YES!" I half-shouted. "Now pull yourself together, okay?! And don't be so forceful next time."

The white unicorn stallion looked around and seemed to remember that, yes, he was still Prince Blueblood and, yes, every pony in the garden had been watching this exchange the whole time. He cleared his throat, hastily pulled his undergarments up to his waist, muttered something about "bathroom" and dashed off – through the crowd, up the stairs, and disappearing into the estate.

I slumped back against the bench and groaned in relief. Spitfire immediately ran up to me and Moondancer, panicking. "Sorry, sorry, SO sorry!"

My head jerked up and I said, "What the FUCK… was that?"

Spitfire chuckled nervously. "Funny story! So, uh, while I was exchanging embarrassing sexual favors for Wonderbolt funding – because hey, while I'm here anyway – I saw Blueblood and got a great idea for a goof."

"I think I know what that idea was," I deadpanned.

"Yeah, well…" Spitfire's face fell. "Then I saw you melting down and realized, 'Hey, this would actually be the worst,' so I went to tell Blueblood to back off before he summoned the courage to, uh, pop the question. But when I tried to tell him off, it… I dunno, it didn't work! If anything, I think I made him… more… like that?? By telling him he should wait?? So my question is: What the fuck's up with your power, then? Did it wear off or something?"

I half-sighed, half-groaned. "When someone's really passionate about something, they're harder to dissuade. Or they're more likely to reinterpret your 'perfectly reasonable statement' their own way. So my guess is the way you worded it wasn't strong enough." I leaned forward on the bench. "Look, this power's not always easy to use. I've learned this the hard way. Hell, you were mad at me for, like, two-thirds of our entire time together in the showers."

Spitfire frowned and said, "You're right, I was." With a huff, she shook her head and added, "Well, you sure showed me. You're still the master."

"You handled that pretty well, all things considered…" Moondancer said finally, having gotten over her shock of watching the whole ordeal.

"Yeah, well, all that practice had to be good for something," I muttered.

We stopped talking as we noticed the din of the crowd of nobles increasing to a chaotic pitch. Everypony was discussing what they'd just seen – and not in flattering tones, either.

I stood up quickly and shouted, "Hey, everyone! Go easy on Blueblood, okay?! He's having a bad day."

There were some affirmative 'hmm, yes, quite's, but the ponies didn't stop murmuring among themselves. A few murmurings in particular reached my ears:

"Ugh, EVERY party these days, he has to have a little cry in the bathroom."

"It seems there's nothing more to be gained tonight. Shall we leave fashionably early?"

"Afterparty at my family's estate, which is FAR nicer than Blueblood's."

My head whipped around, reading the subtle movements of the crowd. Sure enough, it seemed like ponies were starting to disengage from their various conversation and distractions, casually making their way to the exits.

"Shit, they're leaving," I cursed.

"Well, that's not too much of a loss," Spitfire remarked. "Sun's about to fully set."

I looked up at the sky, then grabbed the pocketwatch off the bench and flipped it back open. It read 7:52. Scheduled sunset was 7:51.

I looked up at the sky again. Stars slowly twinkled into existence throughout the purple-ish sky. Off in another direction, the moon began to rise. But the sky refused to lose that last bit of bright blue keeping it from turning twilight into night. I looked back down at the watch, and the minute hand had ticked over to 53.

I looked up at the sky once more in alarm. "No…!!"

"She wouldn't, would she…?" Moondancer asked nervously.

"Fuck no, she wouldn't," Spitfire refused.

My mind raced. "No, but… If she's that scared, she might hesitate for a little–" Then my whole body buzzed like it'd been struck by a taser. "GUUHH!"

I fell onto my knees. Moondancer and Spitfire instantly reached down to pick me back up, holding me up by my arms – and pressing their oversized boobs into me in the process. The Normal calmed down a bit, but I felt like I was still on the verge. I had to do more.

Without saying anything first, I got my arms free, grabbed Spitfire by the shoulders, and spun her around. "Moondancer, lube!"

"Wha–?! Um…!" Her horn glowed, and my defiantly erect cock was covered in lubricant.

Spitfire was extremely confused. "The hell are you do– Wait, you're not– Woah, woah, woah!" I eased my cock between her cheeks and into her ass, the lubricant helping me glide in at a steady pace. "Holy…" she breathed. "Okay… Okay, yeah, sure, let's do this… Ung… You're way bigger this time…!"

My head was starting to clear of shameful, pony-like thoughts, but I was far from in the clear yet. I needed to make absolutely sure I had enough time to reach Celestia, learn the truth, and possibly save myself. "Moondancer," I ordered again, "find Trixie and make sure nopony leaves."

"Right, on it!" the student agreed without hesitation, and hurried away.

"You…" I said to Spitfire, placing my hands on her thighs, "are coming with me." And I lifted and leaned back.

The star athlete, even with the magical boobjob, was surprisingly light. Carrying her was a bit awkward due to the uneven shape of her body – with both the wings pressing into my chest and the breasts hanging off hers – and, of course, trying to balance her on my dick in her ass. But I managed to stomp forward, peering over Spitfire's shoulder and shouting, "Move, move, outta the way!" so that the nobles would give us a wide berth.

I stomped, stomped, stomped through the party, each step bouncing Spitfire on my cock and making her groan and moan in equal parts effort and pleasure. I occasionally felt a wet drip from her twitching pussy leak down to my balls before falling onto the cobblestone.

My target was the raised platform at one end of the party, where the orchestral ensemble was playing. I climbed up the steps – nearly toppling us backward in the process – and managed to set Spitfire on the ground on center stage, right in front of the band, with my cock still hilted in her.

"D-Daddy, can I get back on the ride…?" Spitfire mumbled in a pleasured stupor. A small waterfall of fluids was staining the wooden platform below us.

"Heh, in a bit," I replied.

"Pascal?" a posh mare's voice asked.

I looked towards the back of the stage and instantly recognized the voice's owner. Who else would it be? "Octavia?"

Sure enough, it was the classy gray cellist mare, wearing a fine suit complemented by her purple bowtie. Her breasts beneath the suit were much smaller, almost like D-cups on a human woman, so I could only assume she was wearing her magic minimizer bra. She gave me a funny look, along with the rest of her band, and said, "So that WAS your name the Prince was shouting. What in Equestria are you doing here?"

With a meaningful glance down at Spitfire, I said, "That's an EXTREMELY long story. Is there a microphone or a megaphone around? I have to turn this party into an orgy."

Octavia blinked and looked around. "Er, yes – Beauty Brass, if you would…" A teal mare with a sousaphone wrapped around her reached into a toolbox nearby and handed off a magical microphone to Octavia, who handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said as I studied the device. It didn't have a cord, and it seemed to be powered by some kind of enchanted crystal set into the handle. Despite that, it was pretty easy to switch on. "Testing, testing…" My voice echoed into the crowd even though there were no speakers nearby, and it got every noble's attention – if I hadn't already commanded their attention with my unusual fuck-walking display.

I held the mic away from my mouth and smiled back at Octavia. "Thanks again."

The cellist shrugged and gestured to the crowd with her bow. "Well, get on with it."

"Right…" I held the mic up to my mouth and looked out over the extremely well-dressed gathering of rich and powerful ponies. "Hello, everypony!" I said, my voice amplified once more. "While Blueblood takes a quick break, I just wanted to say a few words. So nopony go anywhere."

All the stuffy ponies who were heading towards the exits reconsidered and reintegrated into the crowd gathering around the stage. That was a good start. I pulled the mic away again and looked down at the pegasus knelt over before me, propped up by her breasts. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Spitfire reassured me tiredly. "Do what you gotta do."

I nodded and adjusted my kneeling position so I could gently rock my hips back and forth and continue fucking her ass. Spitfire made an appreciative moan as I settled into a soft rhythm. Since I was making this all up off the top of my head, it took me a few seconds to figure out what to bullshit next. "So, uh… I want to talk for a little bit aboooouuut…" Then it hit me. "'Normal.' What we call and think of as 'normal.'"

There was a moment's pause as I made sure that I had all the ponies' attention. It seemed like I did.

"Now, you might say: 'There's no such thing.' Normal is a made-up thing that no one and nothing actually embodies. And realistically, you're right, but think about it for a second. You can kind of imagine what a normal, average person leading a normal, average life is like, right? They have a modest home with some personal touches. They're not ugly but they're not supermodels. They have one or two kids, not too many. Their romantic partner is homely but not out of their league. They work a nine-to-five job that sounds a little boring to you, but it's not a job they hate and they find ways to make the days go by. Once or twice a year, they save up enough to take their family on a vacation. They don't have sex often, but just enough so that their relationship doesn't turn frigid and joyless. And in all of these aspects, they wish they had a little more but they've learned to be content with what they have. These all sound like 'normal' qualities, don't they?"

Most ponies in the crowd nodded in agreement, but I had to hide my growing nervousness. I was basically describing the stallion I could potentially become, and just saying the words was bringing me dangerously closer to the tipping point. If I wasn't humping Spitfire's ass this very second, I probably would've started transforming right there on stage.

"Thing is, that's bullshit," I said immediately, hoping the change in tone would delay the spell more aggressively. "That's what you think 'normal' is NOW. Based on the life you've led, the people you know, and what your parents told you about the world as you were growing up. But take a look at your own history. A thousand or so years ago, it was 'normal' for earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns to live in separate tribes, freezing to death."

And even further than that, I thought to myself, it was normal for ponies to be sexually dominated by humans.

"But that's not the case anymore," I continued. "Normal is not set in stone. It's a constantly changing, constantly evolving concept. It is what you make it is, and, unfortunately, despite how dynamic and divorced from reality it is, the current 'normal' has a profound effect on all of us. Sure, gathered here tonight are ponies that defy the norm by being 'exceptional,' but what about ponies that have something that, for whatever reason, is considered sub-normal? Freakish? Something you have to hide and keep secret lest anyone finds out? That's the Normal keeping you down, isn't it? I'll bet you all have some kind of secret trait or desire that you can't honestly express, because you don't want to appear abnormal."

More than a few ponies squirmed and coughed at that. Good. That's what I was hoping for.

"And yet, we know from the past that what's normal doesn't have to be forever. You ponies have lived through times where danger and strife were a part of everyday living, and now you, their descendants, are living at the proverbial top of the world in peace and prosperity. Because, you see, there is only one thing that is truly Normal, throughout all of recorded history… And that's 'Change.'

"Change," I repeated. "Usually for the better. Not without a few steps back, but the common force driving all of us forward is hope for a better life. And in doing so, we change everything else about what we currently know as 'normal.' We break down barriers, try new things, and over time they become what the next generation is lucky to take for granted."

Got a few cheers and a bit of applause for that. Had to be a few older ponies in the audience with opinions about those 'young, ungrateful little shits,' I figured.

"So tonight, I want to encourage you all to celebrate in the spirit of normality – not the oppressive current state of Normal, but the constant delta of positive Change that is always Normal." Here it was, the ultimatum of my rambling speech. "And since there's only so much midnight oil to burn, we're going to celebrate the fastest way: With lewd, kinky sex." I gave Spitfire an especially firm thrust, making her moan to emphasize my point.

The crowd of nobles looked among themselves in surprise, murmuring about this bold new idea about sex. As expected, they were being receptive – no one was shocked by my transition from 'philosophical speech' to 'call to orgy.'

"I want you all to think of something sexual – a fantasy, a position, a transformation even – that's a little out there. Something you haven't really tried but always wanted to. Well, tonight, I want you to be open AND open-minded. Find a willing partner in the crowd, tell them about your fantasy, and see to it that it becomes a reality. Be polite, be respectful, and be ready to stop the instant your partner even slightly signals that they want to stop, but otherwise feel free to go as wild as you want. And who knows? Maybe, after tonight, it will have worked so well that it will become… your new Normal." There it was; that put a nice button on things. "Thank you for listening. I'm Pascal, Equestria's one and only human, and I urge you all… to have fun." And with that, I switched off the mic.

A round of applause followed, but it quickly cut off as ponies began to look around, undress, and find a partner. With almost alarming speed, couples were forming right there on the grass – one mare was riding a stallion's face, while a different stallion was nervously attempting his first rimjob on a third stallion.

There was no way this stupid cutie-mark thing was going to attempt a hostile takeover here.

I set the mic down and slowly eased my cock out of Spitfire's ass. She moaned as my tool left her backside gaping. "You're… You're way thicker…" she gasped.

"Sorry if that was a little uncomfortable–"

"No, fuck no, that was awesome," Spitfire growled in her raspy voice. "Just… Unnngh… I need to rest for a bit…" There was no missing the puddle of her own juices that had formed between our legs.

"You got it," I said. Carefully, I got up off my knees and, remembering the time, looked up to the sky. While I'd been talking, the last bit of sunlight had disappeared below the distant horizon, and Luna's night was in full force. The sun had officially set, and that meant my restriction on entering the royal palace was…

A gust blew over me as a speedy flying object passed over the party. My eyes tracked it just in time to realize it was a group of pegasus Royal Guards, coming down to land just outside one of the garden exits. I guess since my time was up, my agreement was technically off, so they'd come for me.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of fresh trepidation. This was, after all, my march towards destiny. But I was as ready as I was ever going to be. All I had to do was… say goodbye.

Octavia passed by me, her suit and dress shirt thrown onto the stage and her minimizer bra following shortly after. "I've never heard of an orgy with such artistic aspirations," she said, "but lock me up if it isn't my JAM." She stepped off the stage and joined the fray as her tits expanded to their huge natural size.

I gave Spitfire a friendly pat on the small of her back and got off the stage as well. I made my way past a stallion with three prehensile tentacle-horsecocks growing out of his crotch, and a mare cradling a tiny mouse-sized stallion in her cleavage. I thought for a moment about trying to find my pants, but I remembered that they hardly fit anyway, and they'd probably be heavily stained by now.

Prince Blueblood popped out of the back entrance of the estate, looking wild-eyed at the new festivities around him. "What in my Auntie's name…?"

Still feeling chipper, I gave Blueblood a pat on the back as well as I passed by. "I spiced up your party for ya," I said. "Call it a parting apology gift. Enjoy."

"Wow, thank you!" the Prince exclaimed before ripping off his immaculate suit and joining the fray.

A minute of stepping around kinky ponies later, and I'd finally managed to reach the garden gate, where Trixie and Moondancer were waiting. "Nice speech," Trixie said.

"I try," I said back.

There was a moment of awkward silence, not helped by both the ponies fucking behind me and the Royal Guards waiting on the other side of the fence. But the silence was interrupted by the gate opening with blue magic and Fancy Pants stepping through, levitating a package alongside him.

"Oh, I'm not too late, am I?" he asked. He adjusted his monocle at the sight of all the ponies having sex in Blueblood's garden. "No… It seems I've returned just after the kick-off. Annoying habit of mine, really…" He floated the package – gift-wrapped, I noticed – into my hands. "Here. Before you left, Fleur and I wanted to give you something for… Well, open it up and see!"

I wasn't sure I wanted to waste any more time than I already had, but Fancy Pants had apparently gone to a great effort for this, so now I was curious. Trixie and Moondancer helped to undo the ribbon with their magic, and I flipped the box open.

It was… a suit? A tuxedo. And beneath it was an entire ensemble – shoes, shirt, pants, and all.

"W-What in the world…?" I said, slightly awed.

A pinkish hue enveloped the whole set, along with the clothes I was currently wearing. Fleur stepped into view next to Fancy Pants, her horn glowing and her face adorned with a warm smile. "Your endowment wasn't the only measurement I took," she said playfully. "Surprise."

Before I could comment or protest, the clothes flew into action. A wave of cleaning magic passed over every inch of my body in the few seconds I was completely naked. The dress shirt replaced my t-shirt, the buttons did themselves… I was even levitated off the ground as my socks and shoes were quickly and efficiently replaced.

Fancy Pants smiled as the ensemble came together. "It occurred to us that, being a human brand new to Equestria, you likely wouldn't have any formal wear on-hand to make your best impression with the Princess… And especially after Photo Finish's little trick, oho! It seemed only right to make sure some of your dignity was returned to you."

The levitation stopped, and I landed on my new loafers. The new underwear and pants were almost silky smooth and had ample room for my enhanced genitals – not a whole pouch like full-sized stallions, but roomy nonetheless. The tuxedo was sharp on me; I was a regular James Bond. I even had a black bowtie.

"Damn," I said, eloquently matching my new attire. Moondancer whistled, and Trixie was fixing me with a set of appreciative bedroom eyes.

"Does it fit?" Fleur asked. "Let us know if anything's too tight. We can adjust that here with a bit of magic."

"No, no, I'm fine…" I said. Everything seemed to fit perfectly on my body. "I'm just wondering what brought this all on."

Fancy Pants' smile turned a little sad and wry. "Well… A bit of sympathy, I suppose." He levitated the box back into his own hands and took a contrite posture. "I can't claim to know exactly what you're going through, but… From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I saw you had this look about you, a look that said the world was on your shoulders and you were barely hanging on."

"You got all that from… the stadium?" I asked bewilderedly.

The gentlecolt shrugged. "Maybe I was projecting a bit. Truth is, Pascal, you remind me a bit of myself when I was younger. Coming into a great deal of power and influence, easily able to hurt many ponies, not really knowing what to do about it…" He stepped forward and put a hand on my shoulder. "I just wanted to offer my support, and to say: Stay firmly on the path you think is right. I promise you, no matter how dark it seems, if you follow your compass, it will all work out in the end."

His words kind of cut deep and moved me a bit. It was true; I'd been feeling like the whole world was on my shoulders. Maybe I'd desperately wanted someone to understand that. I sniffled a bit and nodded. "Thanks, Fancy Pants. Really."

"Think nothing of it. Just doing my part," Fancy Pants replied warmly. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Actually," I interrupted, "can I ask you one favor?" I couldn't believe I'd forgotten in all the hubbub from Blueblood onward.

"Of course, anything."

I reached over and grabbed Moondancer's shoulder. "I want you to give Moondancer a magical night; something I can't do. Whatever she wants, you give her." The student blushed wildly and shrunk back, scarcely able to believe this opportunity was landing in her lap.

Fancy Pants looked back at Fleur Dis Lee. "Would you object to sharing our bed tonight?"

"Not at all."

"Then we'd be honored," Fancy said, giving the busty bookworm a little bow. She suppressed a squeal of delight, and gave me a quick crushing hug, burying me in her abundant boob-flesh.

I looked over at my other partner. "Trixie, are you set for tonight?"

The magician frowned a little bit. "Sadly not. Couldn't find anyone I really liked before you turned them on to each other." She glanced at the rich pony in front of us and said, "You wouldn't mind… sharing, would you?"

"Absolutely! If the young miss has no objections."

Moondancer shook her head and smiled. "I'm okay with that, Trixie. I'm just happy I get to spend a night with F…F-Fancy Pants! Eehee!"

"And much of the morning, if we have our way," Fleur added. "It will be Sunday morning, after all."

"What's this about whoring out Fancy Pants…?"

We all turned as Spitfire walked up to our group, her gait stiff due to her clenched buttocks. I gave her a sympathetic look and said, "Would you like to join in on this, or…?"

"Oh no, I'll pass," she muttered, waving us off. "No, I just had a really stressful show, a heated argument with my coworkers, a strange encounter with a nigh-godlike being, and two hard ass-fuckings to boot. All I wanna do is fly into my cloud-bed with a book and my vibe, and not climb out until Monday."

"Sounds like a plan," I joked.

Indeed, it sounded like everyone was set. All that was left was the hardest part. I stepped back and gestured for the three mares to move in closer. Fancy Pants took the signal, and he and Fleur stepped back to give us a little extra room.

When the four of us were gathered, I looked to each of them and said, "I was kind of hoping… that at the end of all this, we would just part ways casually, with no attachments. Obviously, that was naive of me."

My emotions swelled for a moment, and I had to take a deep breath and wipe my eyes.

"But… the fact that we made a connection, despite all the sex and the mind control and the weirdness… The fact that this goodbye is so difficult… I think that's good. That's something I can take comfort in going into this. That even though I'm a perverted son of a bitch…" I laughed, mostly to myself. "…I can still make a couple of friends."

"And we're happy to be yours, Pascal," Trixie said warmly.

"Same here," Moondancer agreed.

Spitfire smirked. "You're alright, Hypnodude. Just try to do what the nice stallion who gave you that suit said, and do the right thing."

"I'll try."

We all grouped in for a hug, but six sizable breasts got in the way. "Uh, I think we can lose the balloons now," Spitfire pointed out. A couple of dispelling zaps later, and I group-hugged the still busty but less ridiculously so mares, enjoying the warmth of their bodies in the cold night air.

All of us exchanged goodbyes repeatedly, with increasing reluctance, as I walked out of the garden… and towards the three Royal Guards waiting near the street. One of them was the dark brown unicorn, Lieutenant Rook, and the two flanking him were white pegasi. They looked freshly showered, but all three of them still reeked of male musk.

With dawning horror, I said, "…The whole time?"

"Mostly," Rook said. "We took several breaks, like you advised." His voice was more rough and ragged than it had been this afternoon.

I sighed, feeling both jealousy at his stamina and regret at my hasty actions this afternoon. "Sorry about putting you through that."

"Did it help?" Rook asked simply.

I had to wonder at that. Considering how much the Normal had still attacked me, had leaving Rook to masturbate in the train station plaza for five hours really helped fight it? Had any of this really stopped it? Maybe I'd never know, but at least it had helped in the short term. So I just said, "Definitely. I wouldn't have survived without you."

"Hmm," was all he said to that. He looked too tired to say anything more.

The other two Royal Guards stepped to either side of me, their spears at the ready, making sure I was flanked and not going anywhere. Rook made a following gesture, and the guards pushed me into a forward march. All we had to do was walk up the street to the royal palace, so that seemed to be the plan.

"It gave me time to think," Rook said out of nowhere as we walked.

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what to say. In my mind, he could easily be very mad at me, but in these conditions he was difficult to read.

"You and Celestia, dancing around each other, delaying each other…" he remarked. "It's as though you're both afraid of the same thing."

That much I'd realized earlier this hour. How this whole scheme was just me running away from this very confrontation. I wondered how many of Celestia's actions could be attributed to the same thing. Maybe that was one reason for letting me get away with this – because there was no way she hadn't heard of my sexual rampage through Canterlot by now.

"It made me think about what you said, about Celestia acting irrationally, against her own interest," Rook said.

I winced. That attempt to make Rook betray his own cutie mark destiny by bamboozling him… There was no way he was happy about that little exchange.

"I think you might be right."

Well, yay, but not exactly what I expected from this guy.

"So I need to ask a favor of you," he said, looking back at me. "You may think of Celestia as your enemy, as your opponent in this duel. But Celestia is our friend, a friend to all of Equestria. And our friend is sick, in trouble. So I ask you… Help her. When you meet her, put your differences aside. Help her, for all our sakes."

He spoke with the conviction of his own cutie mark, I could tell. He wanted to protect his precious sun, and on reflection even he could tell that there was something very wrong. He didn't know, nor could he know, but it seemed to him like I was the only person in the entire world who could get close enough to get to the bottom of things. And he might've been right.

So I said the only thing I could, as honestly as I could.

"I'll try."