I slept dreamlessly. Thank god.

When I woke up, I did my 'human check,' as was custom at this point. Of course, if my mind had been changed, my concept of the 'human check' probably wouldn't have survived intact, I realized. So it was good I still wanted to! Instead of frantically rubbing myself down for a minute, I did a quick once-over, chose to take the checking instinct as a good sign in and of itself, and moved on with my morning.

I got up, showered… It occurred to me that I hadn't fapped in a long while, but at this point I didn't really need to. If it got really bad, even while I was out and about, I could find somepony to help me, guaranteed.

That thought made me put the brakes on my libido for a bit.

I mean, an assisted orgasm today was practically guaranteed at this point – I was about to head over to Twilight's, and all signs pointed towards getting 'samples' taken from me in the best way possible. I certainly wasn't going to say no. On top of that, my whole purpose for the visit was sexual enhancement so that I could get bigger and cum more frequently. Morally, I didn't have a leg to stand on, and on some level I was fine with that.

Didn't stop me from picturing the slippery slope, though. I wondered how many steps away I was from shouting 'On your knees, whore' and getting a soulless, thankless blowjob in the middle of the street. That was still my threshold, the symbolic line I didn't want to cross.

But did I want to avoid that because I thought it was wrong, or because that just wasn't my fetish? Would I reach a point where I'd do it at least once, just to try it, to see if I could? Would I like it? Would I want to do it more after that?

I was stuck between 'could,' 'would,' and 'should,' with no one around who could possibly tell me 'no.' The nigh-absolute freedom was frightening.

These thoughts plagued me as I got dressed (I was done being naked for a while) and headed outside. It was early, about 8 or so, but there were still ponies out and about, getting started with their days. And just like the last 14 days, they were all visions of fetishistic beauty.

But damned if they let that stop them. The ponies were powerless to conceal their bulging features, but they were usually contained within conservative clothes that did basically nothing to highlight or enhance, not that it was needed. It was as Derpy told me; these ponies were aware of their ridiculous features, but they soldiered on regardless.

When I stopped to take in the whole picture of the ponies on the street, I didn't see a bunch of potential toys, at least not unless I was actively looking. Before that I saw just normal people with lives and goals and hopes and dreams, off to open shops, run errands, help out at the farms, administrate at city hall, get their kids to school, and so much more that I couldn't possibly know yet.

I had no desire in that moment to destroy this picture. I was not the kind of person that got off on breaking other people's shit, much less their civilizations. I was not that particular asshole. I knew that without a doubt. Almost.

So what was Golden Harvest then?

Well, that was the flipside. I didn't have to destroy their idyllic lives to get what I wanted. What had she called it? Being neighborly? I was so normal that even outright asking for sexual favors fit right in with Ponyville's homely culture. Maybe I wasn't putting them in chains and declaring myself king, but the sky was still the goddamn limit.

Back to square one again.

I'd described this train of thought as the 'mind control carousel.' Turns out that was apt as fuck.

I tabled the matter for another time. I only had a limited amount of patience for this conversation before I felt like it wasn't helping, and I had things to do today.

Picking up the pace, I soon found myself staring down the path to Twilight's castle door. I was getting déjà vu twice over by being here – once from the fucked-up dream, and the other from knocking frantically and screaming with a mob behind me just a day and a half ago. The sheer perspective of how far I'd come since then was staggering. Yesterday had been busy.

I knocked, quietly this time, and appreciated the irony.

Of course, the two weeks leading up to yesterday hadn't really been anything worth writing home about. Despite going out and about on the Princess's orders, barely anyone spoke to me or interacted with me, and whatever highlights there'd been involved me getting scolded for being a perv or a creep when I couldn't help it. But yesterday had felt like a full day packed end to end with social encounters, each one extremely memorable in their own way. Comparing that to the past three weeks was a joke.

The door opened, revealing Princess Twilight still wearing her pajamas. She didn't say anything for a moment, and neither did I; it seemed we were both seeing the parallels to that crazy night.

Then she smiled all the way and said, "Pascal! Good to see you. Spike told me you might visit, but I didn't expect you to arrive this early…"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Is that a problem, or…?"

"No, not at all." She stepped back to allow me through, and closed the door behind me. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Uh… Actually, no. Completely slipped my mind." I guess I'd been too preoccupied with my thoughts and too anxious to get a bigger dick.

I watched Twilight make her way down one of the grandly decorated crystal halls. "Well, we're having pancakes if you want to join us. I can have Spike cook up another stack."

"That'd be lovely, if it's not too much trouble," I said, following her to a grand dining room.

True enough, it was just her and Spike at that huge ornate table. The teenage anthro dragon was wearing an apron over his street clothes as he tore into a stack of pancakes. "Oh. Hewwo," he said to me through a full mouth, then swallowed. "Come to visit so early?"

I nodded. "If it's alright, mind if I join you guys for breakfast?"

Spike shrugged and wiped his mouth, getting up from his seat. "Sure. I can whip up some more batter. No problem." He headed for the kitchen, but not before smirking back at us. "I'll leave you two 'friends with extras' to catch up. Heh heh heh…"

Twilight had just taken her seat in front of her half-eaten pancakes, but Spike's tease made her jump a bit. As soon as Spike was through the doorway, Twilight fixed me with a look and said, "'Friends with extras'??" in a hushed tone.

But I matched her gaze confidently and raised my eyebrows up. "'Boyfriend and girlfriend things'?" I responded with a chuckle.

Twilight went wide-eyed and buried her face in her hands. She then looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry, I… I didn't want to tell Spike. I mean, what happened at the restaurant was perfectly reasonable and he's just mature enough to understand that, but… I don't know, I clammed up."

"I understand, I understand," I said placatingly, but grinning. "Honestly, I just found it terribly funny. Like, 'yeah, that's Twilight. That's a Twilight thing to say.'"

"Fair enough, I guess," she admitted, laughing awkwardly at herself. The purple alicorn grabbed her fork and got back into her pancakes. "So… What did you mean by 'friends with extras,' exactly?"

"Yeah, what DID you mean?" Spike said as he came back into the room. In his hands was a plate stacked with a few fresh pancakes, which were topped with whipped cream, chocolate chips, and strawberries. I wasn't a big fan of pancakes because I usually had them plain or just with syrup, but when these ponies did pancakes, they apparently went all out.

"That was fast," I commented.

"There was more leftover batter than I thought. Let me know if you want some more." Spike took his seat and resumed eating. "Back to the question, though."

I looked between them. They both seemed rather intent on having this question answered. "Uh… Well, like I said: I meant that we're friends, but… we also do things that other sets of friends don't normally do."

Spike pointed his fork at Twilight. "But she said 'boyfriend and girlfriend things without being boyfriend and girlfriend.' So does she have a different idea of what you two are?"

I kind of glared at Spike. "I'm sorry, did we hire a counselor?"

The dragon put his claws up in defense. "I'm just saying it's obvious to me that you two might need to talk it out."

Searchingly, I looked to Twilight. Her expression was hard to read after Spike's comments. After a moment of scrutinizing her, I said, "So what's your take, then?"

Twilight became really interested in her pancakes for a while, tapping her fork against the rim of the plate. "Um…" Oh geez, she was fidgeting. Was this going where I thought it was going??

Finally, she looked at me and said. "It's just that… I've been involved in your life every day for three weeks. I learned everything I could about your body, your mind, your habits… I defended you from others, I advocated for you… And I think that, any two ponies who are that involved…" She searched for the words to say for a second. "It has to be a bit more than 'friends with extras,' right? That makes it sound… less."

Her point made, I kept my eyes on her for a second before staring down at my own untouched pancakes. Okay, that hadn't exactly been the confession of love I had feared, but I had a sneaking suspicion that there were some confusing feelings in play. So what were MY feelings on the matter?

I leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. "It's true," I said eventually. "You've probably done more for me than I can know. And everything that went well yesterday, I have you to thank for it."

I drummed my fingers on the table for a bit, then sighed and looked back down. "But… You poked and prodded me for a week. You forced me out of the house and made me report to you every day for two weeks. In balance…" I found myself at a loss for words. "You're… more my caretaker, than a friend. At least you were. Until yesterday."

She tried not to show it, but there was the ghost of a frown on Twilight's face as I said that. I wasn't sure if she even noticed. I shook my head and said, "I think what happened is still a bit too raw? And you were right in the thick of it, so… Maybe… I think… We need some time before we can start calling ourselves anything else…?"

Slowly, Twilight started to nod. "Okay. That… makes sense."

I felt a little bad, so I added, "You're right, though. 'Extras' does cheapen the whole thing. How about just 'friends'?"

"Maybe… 'good friends'?" Twilight asked hopefully.

I had to wonder, now. Was this some kind of romantic attraction? Or was she just worried that being a bad friend to me would be failing her personal values as the Princess of Friendship? And with the Normal in effect, I couldn't tell what was her and what was me. Maybe it didn't matter – even with this kind of mind control, emotion and interaction was still a dialogue, not an input. My only guarantee was that I wouldn't get a negative response.

"Sure," I decided. "I'll take that. For now."

Twilight smiled – not very much, but enough to make me feel better for making her worry.

Over on my other side, Spike grabbed his plate and shoveled the rest of his pancakes into his mouth. With one big gulp, they disappeared. "Well!" he said with finality. "Glad we got that cleared up." He got up to put his plate away. "I'll send you the bill for my services as a relationship coach."

I rolled my eyes at him and started digging into my pancakes. They were delicious, though it was hard to focus on the taste with all these new things to consider.

"So, um…" With Spike gone, Twilight searched for something to fill the awkward silence as we ate. "I did some more research yesterday. On the… magic thing."

I marveled at the bookworm's failing vocabulary. "Magic thing, you say."

"You know what I mean. Starswirl's spell. The cosmic concept of normality." She took another couple of bites. "What amazes me is, by all accounts, the magic should've done what we all thought it would; transform you, that is. But the only explanation for why you didn't was because you stopped it yourself. So the question I find fascinating is: Was that just willpower? Or is there some kind of innate human magic we can't detect?"

And just like that, I was back to remembering the resurgence and the dream. "Hey, Twilight… Have you told the Princesses about what happened that night?"

She looked a little confused at that. "Well, yeah. I don't see why I wouldn't. I mean, finally, I had good news about your status in Ponyville and not just, 'Hey, things are getting worse, any advice?'"

Reasonable. But it meant that the Princesses likely knew about the spell on me, which could explain why Luna was in my dream, saying those particular things to me… Maybe I was normal now, but I didn't know if the alicorns had a resistance to it, or if there was a maximum distance involved, or if they figured me succumbing to the magic was 'normal,' or what. If I was vulnerable there, and the Princesses had figured that out too, then I needed some kind of defense, quick.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Sure thing!"

"I need you to message Princess Luna. Tell her I'm afraid the magic's trying to do something while I sleep, and I need her help staying in my current human form in my dreams."

Twilight's eyes went wide in shock. "You mean…?" She got up with her mostly empty plate and headed for the kitchen. "Spike! I need you to take a letter!" And she disappeared behind the doorway.

I exhaled deeply and started to finish off my pancakes. This was going to be one hell of a test. Could a Normal imperative pass from Twilight to Luna through a letter? Would the Princess resist it or follow it? Would it help at all to have her on my side? Or would it all backfire and make things worse? No matter what, I needed to make some kind of move. This might as well be it.

The purple Princess came back a minute after I finished. I got up with my plate to meet her. "We good?"

"Yep. Letter's on its way. Worded it just like you said." She looked at me seriously. "So what's going on with the magic?"

I headed into the kitchen to drop off my plate. "It's resurging, I think. Trying to make me the most normal stallion in the world again. I seem to be fine while I'm awake, but while I was sleeping I feel like I got close to the edge."

"I see," Twilight said. "Want me to take a look at it?"

"I'm not sure. I think… that might be a bad idea."

Twilight considered it for a moment. "You think so? Because it's trying to turn you into a pony, so adding more pony magic, even just to observe it, might tip the scales?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Is that baseless, or…?"

"Not entirely. I doubt I'd actually trigger anything, but my guess is it's mainly your human willpower that's keeping you in control of the concept. I don't think I'd get in the way of that, but it might also mean I can't affect the spell any further in your favor."

"So it really is just me and it, huh? Any ideas?"

Twilight rested her chin on her fist and looked aside. "If we assume the magic has sort of a will of its own… If you could appease it somehow, it might accept you as you are. Other than that… I remember when I was full of all the Princesses' magic. It kept going out of control until I found a reason to exert all of it; when I had Tirek to fight. So if, theoretically, you found a way to exercise that magic a lot, you could gain more control of it."

"Exercise it…?"

The alicorn sighed. "Too bad all it does is make you normal. I'm not sure how you could expend magic like that."

She was better off believing that. But was I really to believe that if I performed greater and greater acts of normalization, I could fight off the resurgence? Did I actually have a reason to go wild with this power?! What about the first option? Was there really a way to get the spell to calm down and leave me alone?

Holy shit! Was I actually staring down the barrel of a motherfucking Paragon/Renegade choice?!

It was time to slow the fuck down. Everything I'd heard so far was theory, not fact. These were uncharted waters. I had reached out to Princess Luna, and that would have to be enough for now.

"Alright. I'll keep all that in mind," I said. "Let's change tracks."

Twilight nodded. "Sure." After a moment, she said, "So… Would it be alright if I took some more samples from you? Our… 'good friends' thing from yesterday gave me some new ideas for analysis."

Knowing this would probably end in an orgasm, I tried not to grin. "Let's do it."

She left the kitchen, and I followed. Turned out she wanted to do this in her study on the second floor, where she'd set up her lab materials. I was more than a little excited – not only because I was about to get jerked off, but because this was the most I'd ever explored of Twilight's gigantic castle.

The study was of middling size. Two shelves full of books lined opposing walls. There was a desk with beakers and measuring equipment messily strewn across it, and in another part of the room there was a writing desk with various papers messily strewn across it. The rest of the space was clear, clearly meant for pacing about.

"Here we are!" Twilight announced, levitating a 100ml beaker off one of the desks. Then she turned to me and said, "I guess you know the drill."

I most certainly did. I unbuttoned and unzipped right in front of her, then fished my cock and balls out of my underwear. Last time I'd been overwhelmed by the sheer craziness of the situation, so I was looking forward to enjoying this without the freakout this time.

Almost immediately, my package was enveloped in Twilight's magic, but it felt different this time. Last time, through the haze of my panic and lust, I'd felt her magical grip as something cold and light and tingly. This time, it had upgraded to being warm and wet and almost… viscous, for lack of a better word. I was reminded, though not completely, of getting fucked by Lyra's cunt last night.

"I looked up alternative techniques when I had a few minutes," Twilight explained, her blush clearly illuminated by the light of her horn.

"No… kidding…" I half-said, half-moaned.

"Yep. This should be way faster, especially when I start the second phase!"

Second phase?

Her horn shone with a second spell, and suddenly I felt a pressure a few inches back from my cock.

"AAH!" Before I could react in any other way, her magic poked into my rectum, wiggling around until it found what it was looking for: my prostate. An instant later, every organ and vein in that general area felt like it was burning up, and I felt something lightly grip my testicles and my helpless prostate from within.

Then the milking began.

"HRNNNNNGYAAAAH!" Cum raced out of my cock like it was the last day on earth, pulsing so quickly that it almost felt like one continuous stream of every fluid I had down there. I nearly fell over, but Twilight's magic supported my legs and kept me steady as I was squeezed for everything I had like a prize cow.

It went on and on and on for some period of time I couldn't even track anymore, with me moaning all the while, until I could give no more. The spurts of cum suddenly became a sad trickle, and the magic stopped. I wanted to fall over and die, but the spell keeping me upright remained.

Blearily, I watched Twilight collect my cum out of the air like last time and deposit it into the beaker. When the fluid settled… It reached just above the 30ml mark. At a glance, about five or six times what I usually produced in a single session. Owwwww.

The alicorn levitated a globule of cum out of the beaker and settled it on her tongue. I loved it mentally, but physically I didn't have the power to enjoy it anymore. "Mm!" she said enthusiastically. "Still a positive reaction. It tastes pleasant, but I feel like there's more to this…" She cast a spell onto my fluids and covered the beaker with plastic. "A quick preservation spell, and now I have plenty to test with!" She seemed really, genuinely pleased.

Then, however, she took another look at the sample through the glass. "Why does it seem clearer than last time?"

Because you milked my cowper's gland for all it was worth! I thought. No, wait, I said. I said that out loud, actually.

"Huh?" Twilight asked.

Her last spell dropped, and so did I – onto my knees, gasping heavily. "Uggggggh." I raised a finger. "One: I don't like anything near my back door. I don't like getting pegged, period, at all."

"Oh," Twilight said lamely. "I'm sorry. It… felt good though, right?"

"All the right endorphins were firing," I admitted. "And lots of them. But I wasn't comfortable with it." I put up another finger. "Two: When you were researching this, did there happen to be a warning that you were going to drain every drop out of your target?!"

Twilight looked bewilderedly at the sample, then back at me. "No… I guess you didn't last as long as I expected… I knew human sexual performance was limited compared to ponies, but not by that much…"

I stood up. It wasn't easy. "Three, then: I've had like 9 orgasms in the last 24 hours. Probably why I'm low on sperm."

"Oh." The implication hit her a second later. "Wait, 9? Including the one in…? Were you just masturbating constantly yesterday?!"

I chuckled despite myself. "Nah, that's the amazing thing. I had one session in the morning, and the rest was all… assisted. For various reasons, I've had some very nice ponies helping me out. Some more than others." I still couldn't believe I'd gone four times with Derpy. That had been insane, in retrospect.

Twilight put her hand on her temple. "Well, then. Yay for finally making friends with ponies... but boo for interfering with my scientific analysis! You're telling me this is a subpar sample?"

"I'm sorry, who was the one who decided to wring out my prostate?" My voice cracked on the last word.

Princess Twilight let out a frustrated groan and levitated the beaker over to the table for now. "I just wanted to make you feel better. …And expedite my research at the same time. I realize I shouldn't have made it a surprise. Sorry."

"Apology accepted." I couldn't stay mad for too long. An orgasm was an orgasm, and it had certainly been… unique. "And that brings me to… well, the main reason I wanted to talk to you today." I shakily stepped closer to the Princess.

"And what's that?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and gave her a serious look. This was one time I was going to use the Normal power deliberately. "It is very important that I become sexually enhanced. Practically an emergency."

I watched for her reaction. She looked panicked for a moment at the word 'emergency,' then thoughtful, and then determined. It seemed she was on board.

"I'm starting to get into relationships with ponies," I went on, "and I need to be able to satisfy them when it counts, which is potentially very often. Is there any kind of magic or potion that I can use to get bigger, more productive, and have greater staying power?"

Her first reaction this time was an uneasy grimace. That was not a good sign.

"That's not a good sign," I said. "That's not the reaction I wanted you to have when I asked that."

Twilight stepped away and headed for one of the bookshelves. From the middle row of books and papers, she levitated out a folder filled with documents and labeled with my name. She went over to the table and spread them out. It was all the medical data from the rigorous tests and mildly humiliating trials they'd put me through at Ponyville General Hospital my first week here.

"It's… not that simple," Twilight began. "I mean, it is for ponies, but… Well, we have a symbiotic relationship with the magical field, which makes us… oh Celestia, how do I simplify this… malleable. Stretchy, for lack of a better word. For you, you weren't born in a symbiotic magical field, so your body has… permanence. It's a self-contained system, with very little room for… expansion."

This did not bode well. "Alright, give it to me straight, Doc. Is it even possible?"

"I'm not done yet," she replied, turning towards me. "There are potions and spells for growth, yes. For us, they work because we automatically adjust. We get everything we need to make our temporary new bodies work physically and magically."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I saw the problem. "If I grow, there's no guarantee I get more than I've got."

Twilight nodded in confirmation. "Skin could tear, veins could rupture…" She turned back towards the spread of notes. "Even if your new size didn't break, the rest of your body might have trouble supporting it. Your weak circulatory system would be taxed. There are arteries in your pelvis that have been constricted by your weight and posture, which would make a larger erection hard to maintain. Basically… there's a dozen different problems we can't just 'magic' away."

I stood next to her and peered down at the notes. "So… is it possible?"

Twilight huffed. "Verrry theoretically. We know healing magic works on you. With the right team of doctors, mages, and herbalists, we could tackle these problems one by one until we can safely and gradually improve your sexual characteristics. But it'd have to be precise, surgically precise. And in the right order. And your anatomy has some significant differences from ours. An operation like this would be a risk; you'd be putting your life in pony hands." She stood up fully and looked me in the eyes. "But yes, it's possible."

I felt a faint smirk creeping onto my face. "Okay. What are the odds you can set this up today?"

"What?!"

"Before Pinkie Pie's Welcome to Ponyville party at 7."

Twilight started sweating and biting one of her nails. "Are you serious?! Oooh, you're lucky I scheduled some free days." She started pacing around the room. "The staff at Ponyville General wouldn't be enough… There's a doctor in Canterlot who'd be perfect… I should probably ping Zecora for this too…"

"Twilight," I cut in. "You're a Princess. I'm sure the people you need will come running if you call."

"And like you said, it's an emergency," Twilight agreed. She stopped pacing. "Okay. I can get them in under two, then we plan out the procedure using my data… Setting aside time for the operation and recovery and… hedging for complications…" The alicorn looked back at me. "To get you to Sugarcube Corner by 7, I'd need you on an operating table by no later than 1:30."

"1 in the afternoon, then," I replied. "I'll be at the hospital right after lunch."

"Okay." She made a motion with her hand, exhaling as she pushed it away from her. "Oh goodness. This is intense. And so sudden! I…"

"I trust you, Twilight," I said quickly, coming around to her front. "I'm the one that's going to be on that operating table, and let me tell you: I have no doubt in my mind that you can pull this off. And I wish I could give you more time to do this carefully, but between the resurgence and everything… I feel like it has to be now or never."

Twilight nodded. "Thank you. I'll start sending the messages. See you then." She left the study and shouted, "SPIIIIIKE!"

I guessed I was going to have to see myself out. My fault for putting her on this task. I wish it'd been as simple as 'drink potion; get huge cock,' but this honestly felt a bit more exciting. Marshaling the many disciplines of this world to make me a bit more sexually productive? Couldn't help getting a small rush of power from that.

That was it, then. I had four hours to kill and a set of utterly drained balls. What to do…?