Corrupting all of Equestria took… I want to say… a year and change? About 13, 14 months.

Getting Celestia on my side and announcing to all of Equestria that I was their new King and Master was the easy part. The hard part was getting an entire world's behavior to change. I recruited Trixie, Moondancer, Spitfire, and Fleur Dis Lee to 'help' me out in the meantime.

Accepting my rule was easy enough for ponies to do, and as the Free Love reforms went out, so was a more casual attitude for sex. But that wasn't enough to stave off the Normal; they weren't acting enough like ME. I had to add the Elements of Harmony to my personal harem just to keep up, fucking them and the Princesses in increasingly inventive ways in front of a public audience.

Eventually, I hit upon the idea of institutionalizing consensual slavery, essentially creating two new social classes, masters and slaves. They were not tied to gender; mares could be masters and stallions could be their slaves and vice versa, or any combination thereof. Setting the rules for fair treatment and what constituted consent was a bitch and a half, but what we discovered shortly after the laws took effect was that there were quite a few ponies willing to be doms, and a LOT of ponies who loved the idea of someone else holding their reins in a fun way. More than a few couples formed 'switch' contracts – masters for one month, slave the next, and so on. And as long as they still got to do their cutie mark jobs during the day, they were more than happy to go home to their BDSM lifestyle.

There were a few abusers, sure. I got a reputation for favoring slaves when master/slave disputes arose. This is turn gave me a reputation for the fair treatment of slaves – 'fair' as slave treatment goes – which became fashionable among all the other pony masters.

As this was going on, I went to Ponyville and recruited Lyra and Bon Bon into my personal harem. Bon Bon ended up spending just as much time being my bodyguard and spymaster as she did sucking my cock.

Which was useful, because there were a couple of rebels to deal with. Ponies who, for whatever reason, were able to resist or object to my sweeping changes to society. But all I had to do was personally invite them for a chat, listen to their case… and figure out the exact wording to bring their minds around to my new way of thinking. I got really good at that.

A couple of times, a greedy master with a harem to rival mine tried to make a move on my throne, attempting to usurp my rule as Master of all Equestria. That, I had no patience for. Greedy fuckers got practically drowned in my cum, so much that they couldn't focus on anything but their next dose. They were used as public palace sluts when I wasn't using them (they were happy to follow my commands so long as they were 'rewarded') and their slaves were recontracted to other, less asshole-ish masters.

Over time, sex culture in general became more prominent. Brothels and adult nightclubs popped up in several major cities and proved very popular. Turned out, ponies who weren't willing to wear a collar were often okay with stripping, whoring, or generally slutting it out.

On top of that, a weird trend of 'dairy bars' ran wild though Equestria, serving pony milk and semen as delicacies and in a variety of dishes. Joe's Doughnut Shop in Canterlot eventually converted to Joe's Dairy Bar, and became the most wildly successful. Any ponies who didn't already have sex jobs but were highly productive found their way to the kitchens of these places to get milked. Celestia was very useful as a role model cow.

By the time fresh pony milk was used in just about everything, ponies strutting through town half-naked or nude when weather permitted was commonplace, since you were likely to see those parts after work anyway.

It still wasn't enough. I went around to all of the families of my current slaves, recruiting their mothers and sisters into my harem if they were healthy enough to do so. By now, I also had a small list of mares (and a couple stallions) applying to be my slaves as well. I selected only the best, and gave any dismayed runners-up glowing recommendations to the best, kindest masters.

The pornography industry exploded, having previously been extremely marginalized under Celestia's policies. Young mares and stallions alike started getting cutie marks in sexual specializations, and became the most prominent and desired stars. I did everything I could to make sure their jobs were revered in high esteem, even going so far as to produce and distribute state-sponsored porn of the highest quality.

Then there were the other nations and species of the world to deal with. Griffonstone, Saddle Arabia, the Crystal Empire, the dragon lands, the zebras, the Diamond Dogs… Celestia had as many enemies and allies, so for the former, being able to partake of her excessive body was bribery enough to get them to side absurdly one-sided treaties that opened up lots of cultural influence. As for Celestia's allies… It took some convincing to tell them everything was fine, that Celestia wanted this (or rather, she couldn't live without it), and eventually I held their respect long enough to expose their cultures to my world of institutionalized sex trades.

I still took Princess Cadance into my personal harem, though. I somehow convinced Shining Armor that it was an honor for her to be under such a prestigious Master. He only agreed, on the condition that he join his wife at my feet from time to time. I had my unicorns freshen up on the gender-swapping spells when he came to visit.

A whole anniversary went by before I felt like things were truly well in hand. And now, 14 months after that fateful day, I'm sitting in the grand throne room of Canterlot, partaking of what was now my Sunday morning ritual.

Princesses Celestia and Luna (I allowed them to keep their titles, as they had a lot of advice to offer and as 'King,' I still outranked them) were leaning over on the step below the throne, sticking their asses into the air and resting on their pillow-like breasts. All the better for me to stick my cock through and get a double hotdogging.

A wide variety of ponies below watched the spectacle, guests from all over Equestria coming to see me use the Princesses as my personal pleasure toys. Most of them were dressed in little more than fancy collars and boots – what passed for 'formal wear' in my new society. Almost all of them, mares and stallions alike, were masturbating to the sight.

Celestia and Luna, drunk on my scent and cum, smiled and declared praises to me as I thrust my obscenely huge cock between them. A year of steady, careful enhancements had made my size and production absolutely insane, able to drown a whole harem in the addictive stuff with the first volley of my orgasm.

With a grunt that echoed throughout the throne room, I came. The ponies rushed in to get what they came for: To catch my precious ejaculate in their mouths or lick it off the floor. Bottled, my cum sold faster than any hotcake could dare to dream, but everypony agreed that it was far more potent fresh from the source. My orgasm lasted for several minutes without stopping, ensuring there was plenty for all the ponies present to get a solid dose.

As my kingly pleasure waned, I looked to the side at one of the pillars. My first of all wives, my Concubine, Ditzy Doo, peered around the curvature of the structure, watching me with a sad frown on her face. She always looked like that these days. She wasn't happy with how things turned out.

Neither was I, to be honest. But somehow, with every pony lusting for each other, my own lusts were no longer out of place. My soul was dead, but at least… compared to everyone else… I was finally, relatively, nor–

KRAK-BOOM!!!

A giant blue hand crashed through the ceiling of the palace, sending everypony scurrying for cover as stone and glass went flying in all directions.

I just stood up and could only watch. "Holy…!"

The hand went straight for me. As its fingers closed tightly around the throne, the chair, the walls, the floor, everything faded into dust and blew away as the hand touched it, moving through the ornate materials like they were nothing. The hand closed tight around me, squeezing my body so painfully that I actually shrunk down, back into my body from 14 months ago. Clasped tight with only my head and shoulders exposed to the open air, I was pulled up through the ceiling.

The outside of the palace was not the city of Canterlot like I expected, but instead an endless dimension filled with fog and stars. Higher and higher I went until I could see the face of my captor – a mountain-sized blue stallion with angry glowing eyes.

"THIS FUTURE WILL NOT COME TO PASS," it bellowed.

My eyes widened, and I craned my head to the side so I could see the palace below: A single tiny building floating in a seemingly infinite dark blue void. Even now, the rest of it was fading into smoke.

"It was a dream?" I pondered aloud. Relief suddenly washed over me. "It was a dream! Oh, thank GOD. Hrrrk!"

That last bit was the noise I made as the Normal stallion's giant fist clenched tighter.

"YOUR TIME IS UP. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE JUDGMENT. YOU'VE TWISTED THIS CONCEPT FOR LONG ENOUGH."

There was a flash of blue light from behind me, and suddenly Princess Luna – the real, slender-figured version of her – flew up beside me. "Creature, wait!" she shouted. "This is too soon! They need more time to–"

The giant flicked a finger, smacking Luna so hard she went careening back into the void, popping out of the dream with a comical 'schlorp.'

With that done, the Normal brought its other giant hand over my head, threatening to block out all sight and sound as he crushed me to death in the dream world. Which no doubt meant consuming my mind and body in the real world.

"WaitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAITWAIT!" I shouted as the hands closed in. "What about mercy?!"

"THERE IS NO MERCY FOR ABUSERS LIKE YOU."

"Not for me!" I screamed in the final moments I had. "For her!"

The Normal stallion stopped. The hand covering me lifted off, and the stallion glared at me, one giant eyebrow raised up.

Okay, part of me hadn't expected that to work at this point. Still, I pressed on. "If we transform after that shitshow last night…! If Celestia wakes up with a random stallion in her bed, after she surrendered so utterly, won't that destroy- fucking devastate her?!"

"THAT WAS YOUR FAULT," the Normal answered, squeezing tighter.

"Arrgh! Yes! Of course it was! I'm a fucking moron! But that doesn't change the fact that Celestia is in agony! She's been carrying this pain and fear for over a thousand years, and I basically just confirmed it for her! I need to go back and fix it somehow!" I dared to glare back at the giant stallion holding my life in his hands. "Because it's not like YOU'RE going to fix it, are you?? I'm what happens when the power is external, and you're what happens when the power goes internal. When you transform, YOU'RE not going to have the power to tell people SHIT! And you'll hardly want to, because all you wanna do is get back to your average fucking life and not cause any trouble!"

The giant's face contorted into a snarl, and he curled his free hand around the one squeezing me, applying ever more force to my slow crushing.

"Look!" I shouted. "If Celestia has a complete mental breakdown because of what happened tonight, won't that throw Equestria into disarray and chaos?! Won't that be fucking abnormal?!"

"AND YOU THINK YOU CAN FIX IT?" the Normal said derisively.

"Yes!" I had a burst of self-doubt. "Well, I can try!"

The fists closed ever tighter. I wasn't sure I had arms anymore. "YOU'LL SAY SOMETHING TO PROLONG YOUR STAY," he accused. "TOO MUCH RISK."

I groaned in pain, but for a moment, my resolve burned hotter than ever. "Grrrrr, hey! You can watch over my shoulder every step of the way! I'll… I'll give you full access! I won't… fight anymore…!" My head drooped, and the fire in my heart burned out. "I'm done. I surrender."

The Normal blinked slowly in surprise. The hands loosened, but didn't let me go.

"I'll go quietly. This… This fight isn't worth the effort anymore. Not after everything I've learned. Not after how badly I fucked up." A bit of my previous anger returned. "But I gotta get one last chance to fix what I broke. Not for me, but for her. And I swear, if you don't help HER, the frickin' ruler and protector of the people you represent, I'll find a way to make that regret linger in your heart for the rest of your statistically average lifespan."

The giant Normal stallion took a deep breath through his nose, glaring at me silently as he thought for a very, very long time. But I just stared back just as hard; I wasn't backing down on this.

Finally, he said, "I'LL BE WATCHING," and opened his hands.

I plummeted through the dreamscape, which melted away into complete blackness.

A second later, I woke up with a sudden jolt in the real world.

I was still on Celestia's bed, covered in milk, cum, and sweat. My body felt like death itself, sore and dehydrated and covered in friction burns, especially around my limp penis. I wondered if we'd somehow kept on fucking through the night. For the moment, Celestia was nowhere to be seen, though.

The buzzing from the Normal was now a steady hum of magic throughout my entire body. 'I'LL BE WATCHING,' the Normal's voice echoed in my head.

I groaned; not this inner voice shit. Just kill me now– Nonono I was joking!

Looking around, I noticed that there was a door to a separate balcony leading off from the bedroom. It was currently the only source of light; reddish-orange light, presumably from the sunrise.

From that balcony, Celestia entered. To be honest, even though she was still an exaggerated sex goddess in stature, she looked about as shitty as I did. Covered in cum and sweat, makeup running down her face from the tears… But she still had a smile on her face, even if it came with a nervous twitch.

She climbed up onto the bed, her massive breasts flowing over the sheets and engulfing most of my body. She laid down as flat as she could, which meant her breasts pancaked out until they were bumping my chin, and she was propped up a good two feet over me. My body buzzed with the Normal's anger – this situation was quickly becoming too abnormal to handle.

"Oh, no!" she said, her eyes lighting up with concern. "You got close to the edge while I was away… Let me help with that." She rocked back and forth, stimulating most of my entire body with her supernaturally smooth, soft tits. "Say something quick, something perverted. We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to keep you here."

The Normal raged, and I had a little think. She'd completely given into the idea that resistance was futile, that all of Equestria was now forfeit to my whims. She was even willing to help stave off the Normal herself. For a moment, I had to face the very real situation that I still had a choice. I wasn't locked into self-sacrifice until I actually said the words to do it. I could still make a break for it and fight off the Normal until the day I die.

Naturally, the spirit inhabiting most of my body didn't like that. I tried to assuage it mentally; it was still watching me, and if it didn't like what it was hearing, it could shut me down in an instant. I wasn't sure if that was completely true, but the Normal thankfully stopped and waited, ready to pounce.

Still… I had to come up with a way, preferably in as few words as possible, to help her heal the scars left by the human Masters and her relapse last night. No small task. Maybe it was impossible, maybe my only real chance was to keep running and figure it out later.

But I got an idea. It was a long shot. A very long shot. It might not work, and then I'd be up a creek AND unable to help Celestia anymore. But dammit, if I was going down this path, I had to take whatever chance I had.

I took a deep breath. My lungs twinged in pain. My body buzzed all over. The world itself seemed to hold its breath; the fate of an entire civilization hung in the balance. Celestia noticed me beginning to speak and leaned in with great anticipation. "Yes, Master? Tell me your first decree!"

I swallowed, winced, and looked Celestia in the eyes with as much confidence as I could muster. "Therapy…" I rasped, "is… over."

The world lurched back into motion. I was on the path now, and there was no turning back.

Celestia's eyes went wide. "…What?" she asked, her voice lowered to a frightened whisper.

Despite how weak I was getting, I tried my best to give her a wry smile. "This was… exposure therapy," I whispered back slowly, smirking a little at my own stupid cleverness. "That's all this was. You had some psy...psychological trouble… and this helped to–"

"No, NO, NOOO!!" Celestia screamed, reaching over her breasts and shaking my shoulders violently. "You can't! You can't go! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!!"

I steeled myself. "You're okay. It's not as bad as you think. You're not…" I coughed. "You're not the slave you used to be."

Celestia's eyes filled with tears. "Yes… Yes I am!" she wailed, turning her head down. "I always have been! I was BORN a slave, and the only reason I can PRETEND to be a Princess is because there hasn't been a Master around!"

"That's… bullshit," I responded. "And you know how I know that?" I fought to unbury my arm from under Celestia's mega-breasts. "Because… of… THAT." And I pointed over her boobs at the open balcony doors.

She looked where I pointed. The orange sunlight of dawn was still pouring in.

"You raised the sun. You had thought you'd given up everything and reverted to your old ways, but you STILL RAISED THE SUN." I unburied my other arms and placed both hands on Celestia's soft muzzle, guiding her face back to mine. "Your cutie mark called to you, told you to do your job and Serve. Your. People." I smiled joyfully, breathing heavily with one last burst of emotion. "You. Are. Princess Celestia. You. Are. The ruler of Equestria. A free nation. You are not a slave putting up a facade. Princess Celestia is not an illusion that will break just because of some hedonistic asshole! This. Is. Real. And you. Are. A. Princess."

Celestia sniffled, took a shuddering breath, and then broke out into full-on crying. Her arms reached out and pulled me up by my shoulders, hugging me against her through her immense cleavage. But I didn't really care right now about the absurd sexuality of it all. Her sobbing was full of immense pain and sorrow, but somehow, I felt like… there was a hint of relief there, too. Like she'd needed a stranger to tell her this for a long time, and believe it.

And thanks to my last power of Normal, she could. Guess mind control has its uses after all.

The buzzing in my body reached an absolute fever pitch, my extremities visibly shaking with energy. I weakly raised one hand up, and noticed that the skin on the back of my hand was starting to turn blue.

"Sorry to say…" I muttered, my voice getting weaker, "this will be our only therapy session…"

Celestia's head jerked back. "No!"

"You'll… be fine," I assured her as I leaned back into the mattress. "Nowhere… to go… but up…"

"Pascal! Pascal…!" Celestia's voice, despite being right in my face, started to get quieter and fade away from my senses.

There was a shift all along my body, like an inversion of force. All the power that had been going out of my body had stopped and was now pushing inward, crushing my mind like a hydraulic press. My vision shrunk, like everything was getting further and further away from me.

"Tell… Derpy… sorry." And then there was nothing but blackness.

Magic tingled along my body and in my mind, setting the groundwork for changing me once and for all. I could only barely feel my body anymore, but I felt a pair of arms hugging me again and pulling me back up. I guess Celestia was giving me a goodbye hug. That was nice.

"I accept you."

The voice was no longer far away but directly in my right ear, clear as the morning bell.

The magic intensified all along my body.

I was shaking, vibrating all over, energy filling me to such a degree that I rose into the air, electricity storming off my skin.

My eyes and mouth opened; nothing but pure blue light poured out. There was an explosion.

And then I dropped, bouncing back onto the mattress. My whole body was numb. Even my brain felt tased, slow, sluggish. I couldn't move, I couldn't think. I could barely breathe.

'Who am I?' was my first thought. For the moment, I wasn't even sure. I felt like there were two possible answers, but I didn't know which one was right.

I opened my eyes, but everything was very blurry. I could make out the gist of the room, and the white mass that was Celestia seemed to now be at the foot of the bed instead of on top of me, like she'd been knocked back for some reason. As my vision cleared, I got the sense that she was… smiling? Joyful? But for which outcome?

Then I actually noticed the rest of my naked body. It wasn't blue. The stallion from my dreams had definitely been blue. I wasn't blue.

My heart raced. Still numb and tingly, I weakly raised my hand. The blue patch that had been growing on the back of my hand was gone, completely reverted to normal. I raised my hand to my face, feeling it – no pony-shaped muzzle. Just a human nose. I reached higher, and yep; human ears. I lifted my hips a little and reached for my tailbone with my other hand; no pony tail.

Finally, the answer came back to me. 'I am Pascal. I am human.'

And I BELIEVED it.

I stared, wide-eyed and confused, at Celestia. "What happened?" I croaked, my throat scratchy and sore from all the magic that had coursed through it.

The hyper-curved Princess, smiling and blinking away tears, carefully climbed back onto the bed. To give credit to the size of the mattress: Despite me laying in the center, Celestia managed to crawl to a position laying by my right side, with only one mega-breast smothering half my body. She gently grabbed my right hand and brought it up to her face, closing her eyes and resting her cheek against it. "I accepted you," she said simply.

Yeah, I knew it had been HER voice, but I wasn't closer to understanding. "What… HAPPENED?" I tried again.

"Exactly what you hoped would happen," Celestia explained softly, still nuzzling into my hand. "I, the one who most represents the status quo, declared that I accepted you in our world, tipping the scales back in your favor."

Okay, couple of questions. "That… wwwoorrrrrrked?" I asked bewilderedly. Hadn't been it her that said, in her heart of hearts, that she'd never accept me in her society? Hadn't that been the problem from the beginning?

"Your power had fully inverted at that point. Your influence had left me. I was free to change my decision and have it matter."

Other question, then. "…Why?" I was too weak to say the rest, but it couldn't have been clearer. Why, after everything I'd done? Why, when my presence caused her so much temptation and agony? Why, when all she wanted last night was to boot me off this planet and forget about me?

"I'll… admit it was a split-second decision," she replied, hesitantly at first. "I wasn't even certain that it would help." Celestia's eyelids opened, and her magenta eyes were full of affection. "But now that you're free – we're BOTH free – I can give you some clear reasons if you like."

I coughed. "Yes, please." I wanted to know on what conditions I'd gotten this new lease on life.

"Well, one, the important one: You laid down your life for me." Celestia's smile brightened radiantly. "Even though I'd given you the world on a platter, even under pain of the death you so feared. You gave up everything for the greater good."

I thought back to the dream, the alternate ending I could have gotten. "The bad end would've… kinda sucked, anyway," I muttered, my voice started to return.

My deadpan caused the sun goddess to chuckle. "A wise assessment. But it speaks to your character that you didn't just take it anyway, especially when your life was on the line. Reason enough for me to reevaluate my position on you." She held up two fingers. "Two: The power you wield, tempered by a good heart, wouldn't necessarily be bad for the world. I've been informed about everything you've done..."

'Thanks to the spies,' I mentally added.

"...and while I saw flashes of good in those reports, I dismissed them as small concessions to assuage what little guilt you felt. But when you sacrificed yourself, I saw those good deeds in a different light. The morals you showed me here reflected back in what you've done with the power. I considered all that, and in that split-second, found it acceptable. After all, you are, in many ways, the opposite side of the coin from Discord, and we've found a way to coexist with him and his powers. So why not you?"

"I still have the power…" It was kind of a question, kind of a statement, because it was just hitting me. I could still pass off everything I said and did as normal?

"Yes. The magic has fully integrated with you. Pascal, you are now a magical creature. But not a pony like us… You are a magical human; the Avatar of Acceptance."

"…Acceptance?"

Celestia smirked. "Well, you're not exactly Normal, are you? What we call Normal is usually the most Accepted things, but you, Pascal, are more the latter than the former. You represent that even the unusual, the unwanted, the grotesque, can be accepted and integrated into society. And your power is Acceptance that applies, universally, to everything you say and do – and you can even give Acceptance to others. I'd say that makes you a capable foil to the Spirit of Chaos."

I wasn't sure how to deal with this new information. It would take me a while to recategorize everything I knew about this power as Acceptance rather than Normal. Maybe I'd just keep calling it Normal for convenience's sake.

The Princess closed her eyes and pressed her muzzle into my hand, breathing deeply. "Which brings us to number three…" she spoke into my hand. "What you said, and the power behind it… I can still feel it now, like a soothing balm on my mind." She pulled my hand up to her mane, and I started gently rubbing the side of her head comfortingly. "I can hardly describe what it's like," she murmured, "to have a thousand years of experience but be too terrified to properly call on it. It's as though I could once see past the horizon, but for the past three weeks I could barely see my hand in front of my face. But now… Now I feel my sight returning. Your power is pushing the fear back."

Her eyes opened again, looking at me with such gratitude it nearly bowled me over.

"You gave back my mind. Pascal, you gave back my MIND. I was lost, I was your slave, and yet you pushed back the darkness and despair for me, ready to give your own mind in the process. Pascal… How could I NOT be grateful after that?"

I frowned. "Not sure I should earn points for unfucking my own fuck-up, but thanks, I guess."

Celestia chuckled again, but quickly returned to being sincere. "You did more than reverse your own damage," she said. "You've made me feel better than I have in centuries about… about my past. The scars are still there, but… Yes, like a soothing balm, you've given me a chance to heal."

A bit uncomfortably, I asked, "Does that mean… Do you still feel that sort of…?"

After what felt like ages of smiling, at last Celestia's face fell. "I guess that brings us to reason four for saving you, if I'm truly honest with myself," she muttered. Her lips sucked my thumb into her mouth, and she moaned quietly at the taste before gently pushing it back out. "It's a selfish reason, but… I couldn't give up the pleasure, not yet. But… but more positively, I think the reasoning was that maybe, with your help, I could receive more… 'therapy'…?"

I was very uncertain about all this. "Are you sure that'll help?"

Celestia sighed, her eyes flickering across my body. "I hope so. I'm only holding myself together now because I was overcome with emotion…"

"And because my power's not forcing you to obsessively surrender," I pointed out.

She didn't seem to take much comfort in that. "But eventually… The 'need' is as strong as ever, and I don't think I'll be able to resist indefinitely."

My eyes roamed over her body just as much. "I'm not sure I can either," I admitted. I scooched away a little bit; not much since I was half-buried under a giant marshmallowy breast. "But I don't think we should try any more 'therapy' until we deal with the addictive cum thing. I want to avoid pumping what's essentially more drugs into your system if I can help it."

"You want to… find a cure?" Celestia asked hesitantly. "Pascal… I'm not sure we can overcome my addiction so easily. This is something built into me by… by the…" She whimpered, and her legs twitched with unbidden pleasure.

"It's okay," I said as comfortingly as I could manage. "But I figure if we can figure out what the addictive element of my cum is and take that out, while still preserving the 'flavor,' that'll give you something to sort of, I dunno, wean off it."

"Do you think it's possible to do that?"

"Well… You've got three things you didn't have a thousand years ago." I counted on my fingers. "Advances in magic, science, and medicine; a willing human to be a test subject; and… Twilight Sparkle. If anyone can figure it out, I think she can."

That managed to put a small smile back on Celestia's face. "It wouldn't be the first time she's come to my aid, to do what I cannot." But the smile disappeared just as quickly. "Oh goodness, I'll have to tell her everything. I'll have to… show her… THIS." She gestured at her exaggerated body, then let out a shuddering breath. "I have to tell her anyway. No matter how today turned out, she would deserve to know."

"And what about everyone else?" I asked. When that caused a pained look to appear on Celestia's face, I blanched and quickly added, "You know what, we can figure that out later. Right now, we're both… yeah."

"Yes."

For a little while, we rested there in silence, uncomfortably in contact with each other's nude body.

"I'm free," I said out of the blue. I could still hardly believe it. "I'll never have to worry about another resurgence again?"

"The magic is fully integrated now," Celestia replied. "Before, you were essentially a cross between a cage and a conduit. But now you and the power are one and the same. The judgment has passed, and you are free to use your power of Acceptance however you want."

I wasn't sure if it was smart to ask, but I figured it would be better to get it out of the way. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how worried are you that NOW I'll try to take over Equestria?"

Celestia let out a sharp bark of laughter and gave me an incredulous stare. "Now why would you put a thought like that in my head, you jerk?"

I shrugged sheepishly. "I dunno. Seemed like a fair thing to worry about."

The Princess sighed and said, "Two. You had the world on a platter under pain of death and you put the world above yourself. If there's a more telling test of character than that, I have yet to invent it. Now, maybe in a decade or two, your heart will change, maybe something tragic will happen to you to turn you towards darkness. But by then we'll have devised some system of checks and balances, and regardless, that's not right now. Right now, today, I'm confident your heart is in the right place, and you'll do your best to use it responsibly."

I was impressed and a little intimidated by her foresight. Still, I couldn't help but ask, "How much of that is my power talking to you?"

Celestia shook her head and rubbed her cheek into my hand. "For the moment, I'd rather have your power in my mind than not. It's what's holding me together."

I sighed. "Yeah… Can't really afford to turn it off completely. Otherwise we might go back to torches and pitchforks."

"I'm truly sorry for everything," Celestia said urgently. "You may have had trouble fitting in, but you didn't deserve to have my fears projected onto you."

"Yeah, well, extenuating circumstances. I have a lot to be sorry for, too." I gave her another sheepish smile. "Truce?"

The sun goddess returned the smile. "Truce."

Another minute or so passed by in silence, with only the sounds of the breeze and the birds outside to listen to. It occurred to me that Celestia and I were basically having a bizarre version of pillow talk after an all-night sex marathon, and I wasn't sure how to process that.

I went for a diversion. "Hey, Celestia? Sorry to ask, but could you, uh, send out a couple messages somehow?"

Celestia's horn lit up, and she floated several parchments and an inky quill over the bed. "Whatever you need."

"Right. If you could send out two letters, one to Fancy Pants' estate addressed to Trixie and Moondancer, the other to Spitfire's residence… Just say 'Pascal found the third option.' That should let them know I'm alright."

The quill got to work transcribing and addressing the messages. Celestia then folded the letters, sealed them, and teleported them away. "Done and done."

After the letters were sent, I winced and snapped my fingers in realization. "Wait, one more. I need to let Derpy know. Now, do we send it to her house, or is she still staying at Twilight's palace…?"

"IIIIINCOOOMIIIIING!"

There was a crash through the balcony door and a small cloud of dust. When the cloud settled, there was a busty gray pegasus mare sitting upside-down, her lower body propped up against an ornate dresser. This had the side-effect of completely covering her face in her own tits.

Both Celestia and I were stunned. "D-Derpy…?" I asked. Celestia moved to cover herself with the bedsheets, but relented once she realized she didn't have enough.

The mare picked herself up and gave us a wall-eyed grin. "Pascal! Princess! You're alright!!" She took a running dive onto the bed, shoving Celestia's breast off my body so that she could lay on top of me. Derpy buried her face into my neck and hugged me tight. "I was so worried! Why did you have to leave while I was working?! I mean, I know WHY, Luna told me everything, but… Oh, I'm just glad you're alive!!"

"Luna…?" Celestia echoed.

The light from the balcony was filled with an enormous shadow as Luna landed from her flight and walked in. Her breasts were back to being as big as I remembered them in my dream, only an order of magnitude smaller than Celestia's. I guessed this had to be her natural size after all. I also noticed she was holding an ice pack to the side of her head. "Sister…"

The sun princess couldn't help but narrow her eyes a little. I realized that, if Luna had been openly on my side all day yesterday, then there would have probably been an argument between them at the very least. "Hey…" I tried to speak.

"Sister, I am so sorry," Luna apologized profusely. "When Pascal made his intentions clear, I… Well, I don't want to put the entire blame on him, but–"

"No, I'll freakin' take the blame," I insisted, looking between the two uber-busty alicorns. "I never should've pitted you against each other. And Luna, I REALLY should've just had you tell me again instead of marching up without knowing. I completely fucked up because I was angry, and I'm sorry."

Luna took a deep breath. "I appreciate you saying that, Pascal," she replied. "But I own part of this, too. I just wanted to say, the way I rationalized it, despite the risks… was hope things would turn out exactly this way." She gestured at me and Celestia. "That you two would find salvation in each other. And more importantly, Pascal would help you realize that your fear of humans need not consume you. But for all this to happen, I rationalized that you needed to see each other's honest reactions – Pascal to see the depths of Celestia's pain for the first time, and Celestia to see Pascal's true ignorance about the past. It's… It's been hard, watching you these past three weeks, sister. I only wished the best for you, I swear it."

I grimaced. "That was such a long shot. You wouldn't have made that call if I hadn't forced your mind into it. I'm so, so sorry."

"I forgive both of you," Celestia said firmly. "Luna… Despite what I said, I know you would never abandon me. I just didn't want to be wrong."

"There was too much at stake," Luna agreed. "I… forgive you, too. And I forgive you, Pascal. Your anger was… maybe not justifiable in the end, but completely understandable."

"I'll take it," I muttered. Then I looked down at Derpy, who was just smiling lovingly up at me. "So… what in the world are you doing here? Not that I mind…"

Luna shut the balcony doors behind her, set the ice pack down on an end table, and walked over to the opposite side of the bed from Celestia. "After we parted ways, I was informed that the guards had caught a pegasus attempting to infiltrate the castle."

Derpy got a determined look on her face. "I got the message from Spike when I got back from work, and I wanted to come and help you, but then I missed the train! I didn't want to wait another second, so I just started flying."

"She flew all the way from Ponyville to Canterlot," Luna confirmed, taking a seat at the edge of the mattress. "By the time she was accosted above the palace, she was absolutely exhausted, poor thing."

"Wow," I said.

"I took her into my private quarters and brought her up to speed on what had happened since you fell asleep the night before," Luna continued.

"But then she wouldn't let me go to you!" Derpy complained. "She locked the doors and said we couldn't interfere. All we could do was watch."

"Yes…" Luna mumbled contritely. "That was part of my rationalization, I'm afraid; that you had to do this yourselves."

"Not sure what you could've done, to be honest," I commented. "I mean, we might've appreciated the intervention with how things were going, but… yeah."

Celestia, meanwhile, was turning so red that she looked about to catch on fire. "W-Watch…?" she nearly squeaked, pulling the covers toward her. "You… You used scrying on us…?"

"We did. I wanted to make sure neither of you went too far."

"THAT wasn't too far?!" I exclaimed, vividly recalling being fucked half to death.

"I… assumed you had to get that out of your system," Luna admitted. Noticing Celestia's embarrassment, she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, please, sister. With how much time we spent serving the Masters, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Or tasted before, for that matter. You know how much they loved incest."

Celestia looked like she wanted to curl into a ball and implode.

That's when I noticed something. Derpy's hair was kind of messy and disheveled. Luna looked a bit sweaty and unrefined, too. There was a lingering trace of feminine arousal in the air, and it wasn't coming from the princess of the sun. "Did you two…?"

Derpy blushed. "Yeah."

"It was hard not to get worked up, watching you two," Luna said. "We agreed, in lieu of being able to help you, we'd at least help each other through the night." Celestia rolled over with her hands covering her face, apparently NOT wanting to deal with hearing about her sister's sexual escapades.

I just looked back down at Derpy with an impressed expression. "Niiice…" I whispered.

Derpy grinned and whispered back, "Couldn't let you have all the fun…"

"No, I'm absolutely okay with this. Fair's fair."

"You're okay with it because we're two girls with huge boobs."

"Well, yeah."

Luna lifted her feet up to the bed, settling in alongside us. I was now sandwiched by Celestia on one side, Luna on the other, and Derpy on top of me. It was incredibly comfortable. A tight fit – even the supersized mattress could only barely contain the bulk of two people plus two princesses at their maximum size – but very comfortable for me, at least. "So, what next for Pascal, Equestria's Good Human?" Luna asked playfully. "Another romp, I imagine? Because I should let you know now, Celestia's not the only one who feels the hunger…"

Suddenly, that lick on my neck last night made a lot more sense. She hadn't been as transformed as Celestia, but Luna was still one of the OG slaves to the Masters. Everyone else in this generation had a thousand years of independence to kind of genetically get over it. Luna was still as designed for human sex as the day she was created. It was a scary thought.

"We agreed to postpone 'therapy' until we can look into changing the properties of his… ejaculate," Celestia cut in, rolling back over and nearly smooshing Derpy under her gazongas.

Luna hummed thoughtfully. "Hmmm… You know, if he's a magical creature, that means the magic around us will fully support his transformations now… Not only that, he might not even have a 'template' form to revert back to…"

Derpy's face lit up with glee. "You mean he can get even bigger?!" She rolled her hips against mine in emphasis.

I winced, the phantom pain of last night's sex-fest coming back like a motherfucker. "Uh…! You know what sounds better than that right now?" I let out a yawn and snuggled back into the silky sheets and abundant pillows. "Sleep. Normal, dreamless, non-threatening, non-transformative, non-prophetic, non-sadly-jacking-it-into-my-blanket-beforehand, SLEEP. I haven't had just a good night's sleep in like… 24 days…"

Luna let out a yawn as well. "That… could be the best idea you've had all weekend, Pascal. This is normally the end of the cycle for me."

"I was up just about all night," Derpy agreed. I finally noticed that there were little wrinkles under her eyes. Between the sex and the worry, it all must have taken its toll on her.

Celestia nodded. "Maybe… Maybe just sleeping with a human nearby will be good… for now…"

Luna attempted to scooch in closer, her bouncing boobs so big that the side of one was squishing Derpy from the other side now. "What do you think, sister? Can this bed support all of us?"

"I think so…"

Derpy smiled down at my tired face. "Are you comfy, honey?"

But I was already out cold.