I said this would be out last week. I meant this week. This chapter is just... this is just some shit, man. This chapter is just... fuckin'. Goddamnit lmao.

Shut. Fuk off.

“Fuckin’… close already... ya fuckin’ fat cunt!”

And with Sveta’s holy prayer, she fit the last of her necessary clothes into her small suitcase. It was a little more than she’d be comfortable with taking, but it was a necessary evil.

Sveta wiped her brow, brushed her bangs out of her face, and then smirked excitedly. She knew for a fact that the coming week would be more than worth the effort—the blood, sweat, and tears—in packing… immediately so when she got that clandestine letter from Fredrick:

He was preparing a surprise birthday party for Stella and had decided to invite her closest friends and family for the ordeal.

Of course she’d come out to Canterlot for the occasion.

A certain, familiar fondness for the ‘human twat’ welled up within her when he had offered for the entire Sabre household to attend. Mom and Dad unfortunately could not on the account of the spontaneity and their own work affairs—they would see Stella at a later date instead.

So, Sveta got the job of representing all Sabre’s at her sister’s to-be surprise birthday party. Still, in her eyes and the eyes of her family, the sentiment was appreciated. Even more than that, Fredrick was kind enough to offer (and refuse otherwise) to take care of the expense for the hours-long train ride down south.

It was these little things around which Sveta reminded herself how serious she was about her threat to female-circumcise Stella if she ever broke up with this lad.

She glanced back at her suitcase and furrowed her brow. The realization struck her of having not performed a final check to ensure she had all her essentials.

“FUCK!” she cursed. “Okay, ummm…

“Shirts, trousers, shorts, bathing suit, toiletries…” she listed one-by-one with the aid of her fingers.

“…panties, bras… me good bras… fuck me, why the shit are bras so goddamn expensive anyway? Fuckin’ hell!” she yelled to nopony in particular with a pent up rage that had become a little too familiar over the past couple of months.

Sveta forced herself to stop in her tracks and willed a deep, long breath into her lungs. She had felt her stress levels rising just a tad too high. That deep breath turned into a couple more when her tried and true bout of quick meditation kicked in.

She closed her sapphire eyes for a spot and let her own personal zen take over. A neon, flashing billboard of a reminder marquee’d its way through her mindscape.

“Relax, lass…” she told herself softly.

“School’s getting’ a wee bit tougher in the twat now… but this is vacation, mate,” she said.

“And it’s gonna be Stella’s birthday! Gonna be an absolute fuckin’ unit of a party, aye! And—”

“Fuck’s sake, Sveta you still talkin’ to yerself?!” interjected a second voice distinctly older yet reminiscent of her own.

A sudden intrusion of foreign words into her deeply focused thought process elicited a shrill, feminine, less-than-dignified shriek from the younger Sabre, as well as forcing her to entire body to jump in her hooves as a result of the mini heart attack she just experienced. Sveta abruptly turned toward her door with a purposeful stomp and found exactly who she expected to find.

“MUM!” she exclaimed, throwing her balled fists towards the floor with a frustrated edge to her tone.

“Fer fuck’s sake! Would it ruin yer fuckin’ orgasm tae knock fer once in yer goddamn life?!”

The shorter Schiavona waltzed into Sveta’s abode undeterred and only shrugged with that loving, yet somehow simultaneously, infuriatingly smug smile of hers.

“Oi! Don’t fuckin’ yell at me fer yer own problems! Yer door was wide open—somethin’ ya should do with yer fuckin’ legs on occasion, ya fuckin’ quierdo!”

Sveta dramatically rolled her eyes at that comment.

“Right, right… Well at least yer not bumfuck naked tae hell like last time. Should have ye arrested fer childhood trauma fer that, y’know!” she further mulled.

Vona scoffed with a high-pitched giggle.

“Aye, you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t ye?” she put forth rhetorically.

Vona then advanced on her suddenly, and despite her mom’s shorter stature, Sveta instinctually retreated a couple of steps… especially when Vona had raised an open palm at her.

Sveta deadpanned when mom burst out into jovial laughter before quipping:

“That’s what I thought! Yer never too young fer a Great War flashback, eh?”

Sveta brought her childhood defenses under control and scoffed with thinly veiled sarcasm:

“Aye, parent of the year, right here, everypony!” she announced to nopony in particular.

Schiavona crossed her arms victoriously under her chest.

“Yer goddamn right! Besides, what was a few arse-whoopin’s as foals? You and Stella turned out just fine!”

Sveta knew her mom was here just to mingle, so she quickly went about doing her last checks as she prepared for her upcoming travel. All the while, she smirked at her mother’s words.

“Heh… there’s still time tae fuck it all up, innit?” she said, then further giggled as another thought passed her mind:

“I mean… heh… Stella’s boning Fredrick after all, so…” she alluded.

Vona appeared to appreciate the joke when she giggled heartily into her hand, but promptly returned Sveta’s words with feigned offense:

“Oi! Don’t fuckin’ disparage the good name of Fredrick! Stella may be fuckin’ ‘im, and she may be a goddamn retard half the time when it comes tae coltfriends… but he’s the best fuckin’ colt that Stella’s fucked!” she seemed all too eager to point out with emphatic finger wagging to boot.

Sveta nodded in deep consideration and eventual agreement.

“Aye… I’ll drink tae that, mum,” she said, then sat at the edge of her bed—she had packed all she needed and could finally, fully relax.

Schiavona leaned back against the doorframe, then pointed again at Sveta with a suggestive smile.

“Hah! You’d fuckin’ know, ya little minge-licker! You got a few slices of human cream pie, after all!” she quipped.

Sveta could practically feel the pigment draining from her face and dribble out her turdcutter like a runny faucet. She also figured she cracked a vertebrae from how hard she righted her posture in pure surprise.

She focused fully on her mom with deep, wide eyes:

“W-What?! H-How—”

Vona held her at bay with an outward-stretched palm.

“Oh fuckin’ relax and untie yer clit fer fuck’s sake—oh by the way, yer tits are gonna fall out…”

Sveta, red in the face, glanced downward and adjusted her attire—a mere black bra and panties—at the friendly cautioning from her mom. She then flipped her let-down hair back over her shoulders.

“Cheers,” Sveta said firstly. “B-But how the fuck do ya know… that?”

Vona didn’t appear particularly impressed, and she put a faux thinking finger to her lips.

“Weeellllll, you three cunts weren’t exactly subtle about it when Fred was over here, huh? Fuck’s sake did ya three forget that sound travels pretty easily in this house?? Woke yer dad and I up… we ended up having tae fuck just tae get back tae sleep ya inconsiderate fuckwits!”

Sveta’s face and chest physically hurt to concede her mom’s first point, but that was quickly overtaken by a mild look of revulsion from Vona’s latter sayings.

“Right…”

But now, Vona actually looked impressed.

“Hehe… I honestly didn’t think ye had it in you… something like that,” she said…

...and then so matter-of-factly followed that up with:

“The act, I mean. Not his cock.”

“Oh fer shit’s sake… Well, things happen and… yeah. Alcohol’s a helluva drug, mate,” Sveta muttered with her hands sliding down her face. She was not having any of this.

A spirited, yet evil giggle escaped Schiavona’s lips, but she then revealed the real reason that she stopped on by:

“So, when’re you off, love?” she asked.

Sveta was more than happy to get back to ‘normal’ conversation, though she silently admitted to herself that, over the years, she was still not sure what constituted to ‘normal’ conversation in her family.

“Few days. Just packing up now because of a few shows the band and I are playing’ over the next couple days. Don’t wanna come back tired from those and have tae pack.” she answered.

She then further added:

“Fredrick’s been doing some goddamn work in the shadows tae get all of Stella’s friends together. She’s been so busy and concentrated that she’s forgotten when her own birthday is.”

Vona chuckled, shaking her head whilst crossing her arms under her chest again.

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” she said, then moved herself from the doorframe.

She made to leave Sveta’s room but quickly stopped in her tracks and leveled her finger at Sveta:

“By the way, please tell Fredrick ‘thank you’ from both me and yer dad fer invitin’ us. Even though we can’t make it tae celebrate with Stella. It was really thoughtful of him tae offer to bring us down~,” she said…

...almost too dreamily for Sveta’s liking.

“Umm… okay? The way you said that was a bit weird, not gonna lie, mum…” she said.

Vona rolled her eyes.

“Oh just fuckin’ tell him, lass. It’s not every day that one of yer daughters is actually not datin’ somepony who ya hate with the force of Celestia’s sun!”

She then added pointedly:

“And you be sure tae tell him that he better give yer dad and I grandchildren if he knows what’s good for him!”

Sveta exaggeratedly tilted her head back at her mother, and her incredulity mixed with some healthy measure of revulsion had shown through perfectly on her face:

“Really? You do know he’s not even a pony, right? Remember when he first met you? Stella said he can’t even get her pregnant…”

She then muttered under her breath:

“Lucky bitch…”

Vona’s shoulders sagged, her thoughts having been defeated. Still, she added:

“Well, you tell him tae figure that shit out then! If not him and Stella, then you’re it, love!” she pointed right at Sveta’s chest, then patted her a couple times on the shoulder.

Sveta was quite quick to protest, even if she knew her mom was joking… somewhat.

“Fuckin’ Fredrick and Stella haven’t even been together fer a year, and the two aren’t even married, yet! And yer already thinkin’ about kids fer them??” she quickly reminded.

And then promptly added:

“And who the hell am I gonna get knocked up by??”

Vona shrugged indifferently.

“Fuck if I know, mate. That’s yer decision. But both you an’ Stella better start planning on who’s shitting out a couple turd spawns when the time comes!”

She turned on her hooves and made her way out of Sveta’s threshold.

“Because I’ll be damned if I’m stuck just spoiling you two queefbubbles fer the rest of me natural, beautiful life,” she said oh so nonchalantly, and flipped her long mane lusciously over her shoulder for good measure.

Sveta remained stone-faced on the outside.

“Right… I’ll umm… deliver the message,” she acquiesced, then shook her head.

Whatever it took to get her mom to stop talking about this topic, at this point.

Vona smiled brightly.

“Cheers, love! OH! And let Fredrick know that we’d love to see him when your father and I do make it out to Canterlot the following week to see Stella, aye?”

Sveta rolled her eyes whilst she had her back turned to her mom. She’d dealt with her mom’s shennanigans enough for one day, so whatever it took to get her out of her room, she supposed.

“Yeeeess, mum. I’ll relay the message…~” she responded back with little veiling of her lack of patience.

Apparently, Schiavona could sense Sveta's latent tone in trying to push her out, so being a mom, she had to call it out:

“Oi, don't gimme a fuckin’ attitude, lass. I'll put you through a fuckin’ wall, love!”

The analytical side of Sveta took over at an instant as she tried to work out the logistics as to how that threat would work, even in jest:

“Okay, I get you, mum… but realistically, how’re you gonna do that? Yer like, shorter than Stella and that wall is made of stone.”

Another deeper and much more masculine voice broke through the atmosphere, and Sveta found Vampir walking past.

“No, but I will put ye through the fuckin’ wall. All she has to do is give the word,” he said as he took his leave as quickly as he came.

Sveta also witnessed him grab and slap her mom’s ass through her pants, which evoked a pleasure-filled squeak from Vona… and an almost involuntary retch from herself.

“Ach! Honey not now, love~…” Vona purred towards a chuckling Vampir.

She honestly couldn’t wait to leave for a week and live it up in Canterlot. Though that would probably mean that her parents would have some gnarly intercourse all over the house… and maybe even on her bed. She could only hope for the best at this point.

Up until that point though, Sveta could only wonder if Fredrick and Stella were having a less cringeworthy time.

Fredrick was resigned to pacing back and forth in front of his bed—hand glued to his mouth—as he pensively went over the current situation he and Stella found themselves in. After all, his thoughts had the ability to dwell there since the whole ‘clothes selection’ was taking a much longer time than Stella herself would even spend on her beautification regimen.

But arguing with her about this was proving to be futile, especially when she was significantly larger than him in all aspects.

Fucking… what the fuck is taking so long? So what if she ruins a shirt or some shorts of mine? Not like I can’t get more. For fuck’s sake thinking about it, she doesn’t even have to…

Fredrick stopped on a dime mid-step.

“Wait a minute…” he said to himself.

With both feet planted on the ground, and with the impending dread of horse dong not being shoved down his throat or up his ass, he was able to think clearly for the first time this morning. And in so doing, he realized something rather poignant out loud:

“Stella doesn’t have to leave the room…”

Fredrick then called suddenly into his walk-in closet:

“Fucking… Stella!”

“What, lad?”

“You don’t have to worry about the clothes. I can take care of this myself!” he announced, already beginning to search for his own suitable clothes for such a quick venture into the castle.

Stella poked her head out of the closet.

“The fuck’re you on about, mate? I’m tryin’ tae get dressed so we can get this shit over with.”

Fredrick shook his head.

“Nonono… just… stay here,” he said, and gestured towards his bed. “I’ll go out and find Celestia. I’ll explain the situation, and then bring her back here.

“She’ll probably laugh at you a little bit, then she’ll undo the potion’s effects. And then you’ll be back to being a mare, and this’ll all blow over!”

Stella appeared to consider his words for a split second before her own rational side was hard reset. She scoffed at no one in particular.

“Oh. Right… fuckin’ duh!”

Fredrick chuckled and jogged his own head in agreement with her.

“Right?? Guess we got caught up in it all. So. No need to ruin any of my shirts or pants then. Just…”

He then gestured open-handed towards his bed.

“Just sit on the bed. Look pretty… or handsome, rather… and I’ll be gone for about five minutes.”

He angled his head away from her, but kept his eyes fixed on hers as he sought her brief approval.

“Sound good?”

Stella seemed rather indifferent to the plan he presented in relation to their original idea. Though to her credit, her trademark impatience for results was beginning to shine through her… masculine exterior.

“At this point, fuck it. Whatever gets me back into bein’ a mare in the flesh is fine by me…”

She then looked down at her pecs and groped with both hands at the air where formerly her breasts would be occupying. She promptly finished with an addendum:

“…with all the boobs and whistles.”

Fredrick snorted, but felt a brief sense of forlornness over Stella’s tits. He sighed out.

“You and me both, Stella…” he said. “You and me both.”

By this point he had thrown on a plain-white, wrinkled t-shirt with the same jeans that he had strewn aside before the previous night’s debauchery. For some semblance of presentation—even though Celestia was one of his closest friends, she was a princess after all—he threw on his jacket to hide the wrinkles of shame.

He then strode towards the door with a swagger and purpose that only a man who wanted the tits and ass back on his girlfriend could muster.

“Alright, I’ll be back…” he announced, and right before he turned the knob to his front door, he pointed directly at the mare-turned-stallion standing butt-ass-naked at the foot of his bed.

“You, my dear… stay the fuck still. Sit on that bed right there, cover yourself with a towel or something when I bring Celestia back. Would rather not traumatize her with that fucking reptile between your legs…” he further mused out loud.

Stella made her way to Fred’s bed and sat on the edge, though she certainly wasn’t all that convinced by Fredrick’s words.

“Mate, ya really think that in all her years of ruling this country, she’s never come face-to-face with a massive cock?”

Fredrick shrugged, and he knew for a fact that he really didn’t want to have this conversation about his—admittedly gorgeous looking and slightly unassuming after all this time—employer and ruler.

“Well, statistically yes, but you know what I mean! Propriety, for shit’s sake!”

Stella giggled—she apparently knew that she was starting to get under his skin, and Fredrick was well aware that she would exploit every bit of that.

“Aye… and all I’m sayin’ is that she’s probably been slapped in the face by some gigantic zebra dick at least two times during diplomatic visits I mean… come on lad!”

And then promptly continued with:

“She’s probably been spitroasted more times than days we’ve been alive. When you live fer that long, excitement becomes something we mere mortals don’t understand!”

“ALRIGHT!” Fredrick interjected while running his hands down his face. He could hear Stella’s infuriating, victorious giggling through the layer of artificial masculinity provided by the potion.

“Yes, she’s definitely not a virgin… now please look presentable for the Solar Princess, alright?”

Stella smiled her iconic smile at him… the one where the right side of her lips curled upward more than the left but bared her fangs just as prominently. The smugness and figurative cheek could be felt miles away, and Fredrick’s amygdala was getting aggressively fingered right now.

“Of course, my dear! Of course I’ll look presentable for Celestia… I mean… she’s the fuckin’ princess after all… You’d have tae be mental to not look somewhat decent… right??”

Fredrick regarded her with utmost suspicion and nodded cautiously.

“Indeed… now, I’ll be right back. Toodaloo~.”

Fredrick shut the door behind him, and then all of his senses immediately went into overdrive.

I need my goddamn girlfriend back already, I can’t handle this. Where’s Celestia? Gotta find Celly…

Fredrick sprinted down the hall and high-tailed it to the path that would take him to the Admin wing of the castle with the least amount of time.

Once Fredrick closed his bedroom door behind him, Stella sunk her new vessel of a body into his bed.

Now that all the shenanigans from the start of the whole prank had begun to die down, and the thought of all the potential ramifications of not following clear-set directions given to her by Luna had finally come to fruition… Stella felt a mild wave of fatigue rush over her.

She sighed out and threw herself back onto the bed, and sprawled out as she saw fit to make herself comfortable.

With her arms and legs splayed out messily on either half of her body, she thought about just resting her eyes and letting fate dictate the next couple of minutes. Stella was more than keen in just tuning out the rest of the world for the moment… and then Fredrick would come back through that door with Princess Celestia… and then right after that, she would be a mare once more.

With all the good bits afforded therein.

A gentle breeze that wafted in from the open balcony doors had tickled the fringes of her digits. Said breeze also had the added effect of cooling her hot body down from the activities of this morning, and she didn’t even realize she was lightly sweating at this point.

Stella opened her eyes and turned her head towards the balcony, eyeing beyond the veil of the sheer curtains into the mid-morning, temperate day. Stella curled her lips in deep thought, and then sat up as said thoughts became much more prominent in her mind. Fresh air certainly seemed lovely right now, if only for a few minutes before she would be turned back into a mare.

She eyed towards the bedroom door, and for a couple seconds, saw that nopony was attempting to come in, nor did she hear any activity from beyond.

Stella then glanced back towards the balcony and shrugged.

Fuck it. What’s a bit of a view and some fresh air, anyway? Not like I get that in the barracks.

With a little bit of difficulty from how comfortable Fredrick’s bed happened to be (which is why she would not-so-subtly arrange for their romps to be in his room rather than in her barracks bunk), she hoisted herself out of the silky grasp and got back to her hooves.

Stella waltzed on over towards the balcony and threw open the curtains, discarding the final barrier between her and the world outside the castle. She was greeted with the late-morning sun beaming down on her, but the extra heat afforded there was quickly negated by the gentle breeze that was consistently blowing over the area.

Still unabashedly naked, Stella gently walked over to the edge of the balcony and—like she would when she would spend time with Fredrick—folded her arms on top of the stone railing. She then leaned her weight into it and pressed her face into the wind that was blowing in her general direction.

The cooler air tickled at her face as it wove through her coat and around her body. The wind blew her long, navy blue mane behind her head as a particularly strong gust broke upon her.

Despite feeling completely out of her element, namely the male body with massive dick and all, moments like these were what she lived for. Stella could feel the wayward, genuine smile creeping up her face as the comfortable wind refused to let up. She kept her eyes closed as she imagined herself on a lush, rolling plain somewhere in the middle of the continent, and this evolved into a rare moment of tranquility and solace that she would never squander.

Whatever front she would put up in front of others… in any way that she decided to carry herself and present herself to the world, there were just things that were too beautiful and priceless in this world, in her opinion.

Namely, enjoying nature as it was. A nice walk through the lusher parts of Canterlot and Ponyville were often a luxury when time would afford it to her nowadays.

Her little reverie was broken when she heard one of the softest voice echo into the fringes of her ears… one that sounded like it was coming from a great distance away.

“Heeeeeeeeeeey!”

Stella clenched her eyes tighter, but she opened them fully when the voice returned and she realized that it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!”

Stella blinked a couple of times, and drew her gaze all around her below the balcony in any attempt to figure out where the hell the voice was coming from.

“OOOOIIII!” Came a sudden beckoning from down in front.

Stella focused right where the voice came from, and right across the castle moat, the balcony overlooked a park. Within that park under the shadow of the largest tree stood a lone stallion with a bottle of something in his hands.

And from what she could then see, he began waving at her.

She blinked, cocked an eyebrow, and took a good look around to see if there was anypony else who would warrant the beckoning… but seeing as she was the only pony visible on any balconies or arches aside from the occasional Guard, she knew then that this random pony was most likely attempting to contact her.

Stella shrugged and called back with explicit confusion in her extremely masculine tone:

“WHAAAAAT?!”

“ARE YOU A NORTHERN BATPONY?!” the unknown stallion called back through hollowed hands.

Stella could also detect a slight slurring through those words, and in again noticing the bottle in one of his hands, she put two-and-two together that this stallion was probably on some end of drunk. Even further than that, she could detect a hint of southern mountain range accent in his tone.

This was another batpony. For sure.

But that didn’t make the question any less odd and out of place, though Stella figured anything went when alcohol was involved. Even more than that, she couldn’t figure out why she decided to indulge:

“AYE….!? WHAT ABOUT IT, LAD?!”

There was a brief moment of silence that was just on the border of uncomfortable considering the situation. But said silence was broken when her conversational partner shouted back:

“FUCK YOUUUUU! NORTHIE!”

Stella physically recoiled her head after a hard blink. While she was no stranger to straight up profanity fights, this was certainly unexpected in the middle of the day in public, and in a place that was not super populated by other batponies.

Still, Stella never had any intention of any sleights going unresponded to. With an underlying incredulity, she shouted back.

“FUCK YOU, MATE! YA FUCKIN’ SOUTHERN-RANGED CUNT!”

Her partner flailed his arms and pointed at her.

“FUCK YOU, YA NORTHERN WALLHANGER!”

Stella was again struck stupid at the use of an incredibly archaic slur for batponies… even more so that it came from another batpony.

“FUCKIN’... YER A FUCKIN’ WALLHANGER TOO, YA FUCKIN’ WALLHANGER! FUCK YOU, WALLHANGER!!”

Stella didn’t even notice a passing mare glare daggers up at her as she covered her child’s ears… and then rushed themselves onward from the scene.

Her conversational partner lifted the bottle in his hand.

“OI! GUESS WHAT I DID WITH THIS BOTTLE EARLIER TODAY, MATE!”

Stella had an inkling of where this was going… in fact, she knew exactly where this was going. She also knew deep down that the right, logical, and rational thing to do right now would be to tell the drunkard to fuck off, give him the human gesture of ‘flipping the bird,’ and then go back inside and await the return of Fredrick with Princess Celestia in tow.

She knew this. She knew this well. But she also was experiencing something else… a primal tickling of her batpony amygdala by a verbal confrontation that always stimulated her in all the right places.

So, she indulged.

“WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU DO, MATE?! I SWEAR TAE SHIT IF YA BRING ME FUCKIN’ FAMILY INTO THIS…!”

“NAH MATE, I DRANK ALL OF IT!”

Stella blinked.

“OH…”

Her southern-range conversational partner promptly added:

“AND THEN I FUCKED YER FAMILY UP THE COMMUNAL ARSE, CUNT! HAH!”

Stella could practically feel her eyes burning with a red rage. If finger pointing could kill, this mad lad would’ve been killed so hard, he would’ve died to death.

“FUCK. YOU. CUNT! GO BACK SOUTH TAE THESTRALIA YA FUCKIN’ ‘YO-HO-HO-AND-A-BOTTLE-O’-CUM’ SHITE-DICK!”

“FUCK YOUUUUUUU YA SLACK CUNT!”

Stella was practically jumping out of her male body and leaning halfway over the guard railing as she projected her irrational Northern Range fury down below.

“FUCK YOU, YA TINT POOF SOUTHERN CUNT! I’LL FUCKIN’ COME DOWN THERE AND I’LL FUCKIN’ DISSECT YOU WITH A PLAGUE-LACED SPOON AND USE YER FUCKIN’ BOLLOCKS FER FUCKIN’ BUTTONS ON ME UNIFORM!”

Two sudden, imperious, foreign voices interjected loudly into the conversation from below.

“What the fuck’s going on here?!”

“Where’s that goddamn yelling coming from?”

Stella’s shouting match suddenly stopped when two Royal Guards—one mare and one stallion—had wandered into the area to investigate. And they both locked eyes with Stella…

...Stella, who was just brought back to the reality that she was not ‘herself’ at the moment. Apparently this was the correct concept to think about, especially when the guards pointed up to her.

“Wait… that’s Fredrick Himmelreich’s room! Only he, the Princesses, or Lieutenant Sabre are allowed to be there!” the mare noted.

“Identify yourself!” came the fateful command from the stallion solar soldier.

Aww shit.

She held her hands out defensively.

“Alright lads, I know this may look weird but there’s a really good explanation fer all of this…”

Stella was then promptly reminded of another poignant fact when her admittedly poor attempt to get the guard off her case was interrupted by one of those guards:

“What the…” the mare said, pointing up at her again. “Is he naked?”

Stella looked down again and found her massive horse dick poking through the small columns of the guard rail via her yet-to-be-diminished morning wood, effectively exposing herself to all of the Princess’ domain.

“Fuck!”

Her eyes widened and she hurriedly tried to bat her dick into submission. Never once had she ever thought the thought of cutting off one of her appendages cross her mind—temporary or not.

Stella then froze in position when she heard the words that she most certainly did not want to hear from the guardsmare below:

“You—get up there and question him. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Stella nearly shit herself when she heard flapping—the guard was a pegasus and literally heading up to her as she wallowed in her thoughts.

Despite her military training beginning to kick in, Stella also calmed herself to the thought that this would be a good time to set the record straight. All she would have to do was be polite, explain the situation, and then hopefully Fredrick would be back by this point with the Princess in tow to clear up this whole misunderstanding.

She scurried back into the room and decided to sit down on the edge of the bed and patiently wait for the inevitable arrival of the solar guard stallion… but not before hastily wrapping her now-masculine waist in a towel for good measure. The irony of wanting to get dressed for a guard and not the princess was not lost on her.

Stella rolled her eyes and glared something deadly at her morning boner that refused her commands to abate thus far. It continued to stand proudly as it lifted her towel to the point it was useless.

Fuckin’ shit boner… absolute fuckin’ cunt you are. I swear if I live through this I’ll suck Fredrick’s dick dry every morning so he doesn’t have to go through this shite ever...

Come on Fredrick… hurry the fuck up now, please…

As she expected, Stella didn’t have to wait very long for some new company… company in the form of a fully armored solar guard stallion landing menacingly on the balcony. She watched him stomp into the room proper with a purpose, with his armor clinking and grinding naturally in a way most familiar to her when she herself would be fully suited up.

Stella sized up her opposition for the moment, and found a solar guard as she would have expected. His coat was off-white with somewhat noticeable green eyes, and judging from how clean he still looked, he was likely fresh on his shift. She noticed no kinks, scuffs, or scratches on his armor, and Stella figured that this Sol was likely a newer recruit… which she then confirmed by finding the stripe on his chest that indicated ‘Private.’ His build was definitely fit… lean, but fit no less.

His hand rested at the ready on the hilt of his sword as he stared down her.

“Private Tungsten, Second Platoon, Her Majesties’ Solar Guard Corps. Identify yourself. Now.”

Stella stood up and held her hands out defensively once more.

“Alright look… just allow me to explain what’s going on here…”

She saw him tighten his grip on his sword hilt.

“I won’t ask you again! Identify yourself before I arrest you!”

Once Stella had stood up and realized that she had a bit of height on this guard… as well as muscular stature due to the potion (which she still didn’t understand how that worked at all), she getting stared down and threatened by a solar guard—of all ponies—was just slightly less intimidating.

Even though he had a weapon and she didn’t.

So, she rolled her eyes and sighed out.

“Lieutenant Stella Sabre. Fourth Platoon, Their Majesties’ Lunar Guard Corps,” she formally introduced herself.

She wasn’t lying about that at all, but in her mind, when things inevitably went to shit, she figured that she would at least have her bases covered by not telling any lies.

The lean solar guard blinked… then blinked again as he looked her up and down. It became increasingly obvious to Stella that—based strictly on her looking like a stallion—her answer was not all that satisfactory.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that shit? I should arrest you right now for even attempting to impersonate a royal guard! Let alone a commissioned officer!” he threatened.

Stella knew deep down that she shouldn’t hold this against this unknowing solar guard. Despite the prevalence of magic and all of its lovely outcomes and effects, transformation magic was not as well-known… and it was often attributed to Changeling agent fuckery.

But even so, that primal part of her brain was getting stimulated as she was getting threatened by a solar guard no less. Her urge to commit violence in self-defense had already risen within her once-smaller body, and she was doing her damned best given the circumstances.

She was just a little miffed that her rage cap had not scaled with the size-increase of her body.

Still, she stayed her temper and thumbed over her shoulder back towards her discarded clothes from the previous evening:

“I can grab me badge if you like. Private, it was a prank gone wrong with a potion… and now I’m a stallion until Fredrick and the Princess can get back and undo this bullshit. Sounds retarded, I know… but I assure you mate, it’s the truth. Swear on me mum,” she said coolly.

As Stella had expected, the guard shook his head, his steely expression not changing in the slightest.

“No, I think I’ve heard quite enough,” he said, then pointed to some of the clothes scattered on the ground.

“Put some clothes on. You’re coming with me. Let’s go.”

Stella wasn’t particularly fazed by that threat.

“No… No I don’t think I will,” she said, shaking her head, unimpressed.

She wasn’t going anywhere until Fredrick came back with the Princess. Even more than that, she wasn’t going to be ordered around by some solar guard.

Said solar guard stiffened his posture.

“Are you defying and resisting arrest?” he asked quite plainly.

Stella had enough of playing nice right now, and decided to opt for what she would consider more neutral speech for her:

“Aye, what the fuck does it sound like I’m doin’? I’m not fuckin’ going anywhere! I’m waiting here until me coltfriend gets back and Celestia turns me back in a mare. Yer more than welcome tae sit in the fuckin’ corner there and have a wank to yer mum while we wait!”

It appeared her power to stop ponies in their tracks with her sheer lexicon alone had not diminished with her genderswap, as there was a stiff silence that spoke volumes between her and the guard.

But it didn’t last too long, as said guard merely shrugged—seemingly completely uncaring. He then began cracking his knuckles.

“Suit yourself then.”

Stella deep down felt almost giddy about this… she had wanted to kick the shit out of anypony in the Solar Guard for as long as she could remember. However, with help on the horizon, even she figured it was best to have discretion, even if the extra testosterone in her vessel was causing some problems on that front.

She could see the first punch coming a mile away, and with newfound strength courtesy of her male body, it was as simple matter of catching the punch to her face in her open palm with barely a flinch on her part… something that she would’ve not so easily been able to do with her normal form.

Showing the aforementioned restraint that she needed to value at the moment, Stella shoved him away. She then opened her arms to (in her mind at least) convey a truce.

“Let’s not do this, laddie. Believe me… you don’t want to. Just wait here for Fredrick and the Princess to return, and this’ll all blow over, aye? Cheers?”

Despite the stunned silence that existed between the two of them, the guard launched himself at her again, this time with a perfect-formed roundhouse kick to what would’ve been Stella’s torso… and by her own training and reflex, she beat her wings once and dashed backward, which forced her opponent to overshoot her.

With his back now suddenly exposed to her, Stella gave a warning, yet firm kick to the small of his back… which shoved him away yet again with a bit of a yelp.

She then stared him down again, then almost pleadingly added:

“Mate, I’m begging you… don’t. Let’s please not do this… I really don’t want to have to hurt you, especially when my transformation back kinda depends on me being here. But believe me…” she further warned…

...and then adopted a much darker complexion.

“I gladly will, if ya force me, aye? I’ve been waitin’ fer a time tae kick the everlovin’ piss outta yer kind. Don’t give me an excuse!

“Please…” her voice dipped lower.

“Don’t give me an excuse.”

She extended her olive branch, and put forth a truce that she would gladly abide by, even with a solar guard… her sworn rivals. The fate of her femininity was kinda dependent on it, so she was more than willing to make a few concessions on a couple established norms. Extenuating circumstances and all.

But back at her stared Private Tungsten, who was completely done with her perceived shit at the moment. His complexion and composure had been fully broken under Stella’s better trained finesse, combined with her new physique. His brows were furrowed, and his teeth were gritted—back at her stared an opponent who did not appear to have an inroad with his own ability against her.

She was in control. But of course, Stella was always in control.

“By… order of the Royal Guard…” Tungsten spoke through labored, frustrated breaths. “You are under arrest!”

He then placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, a move that was more than flagged by Stella’s predatorial senses.

“You will comply or I’ll be forced to use de—”

Stella would absolutely not stand for a weapon being drawn on her, and that would be a fight that she intended to end at any and every turn.

Stella cut off his formalities when she immediately closed the distance and attempted to drive her massive knee through the plating of his abdomen and into his stomach. Spittle and drool fell down the sides of his agape mouth as he doubled over and down to a single knee, his midsection completely scrunched up under now-clearly dented plating.

She then moved to put the guard out of action and eliminate the danger to herself with a follow-up heel-kick to his chest, but in turning her waist, her still erect snake of an erection smacked into the poor lad’s face with a flat, wet-sounding slap.

The sheer density behind the tubesteak leveled the poor fellow onto his back, and the solar guard was effectively out of commission.

Stella stood there stunned as she stared at the incapacitated guard at her hooves… though she felt absolutely no remorse. Only awe coursed through her being as she fully grasped the concept of knocking somepony out with her dick.

Holy fuck!

Stella absolutely couldn’t help the undignified giggle that escaped her lips… nor the girly bouncing on her tippy-hooves.

“Clocked ‘im with me cock! I cocked ‘im! Hah!”

“You’re kidding. You’re kidding me, right?” came Princess Celestia’s querying voice, laced with no less than half that of undeniable humor.

Fredrick sighed, though he couldn’t deny himself the smile that was creasing across his face as he strode at an easy pace next to Celestia.

“Nope. This happened today, and as I somehow would’ve come to expect, Stella bungled it. So, with Luna gone, we were hoping you’d be able to kinda… maybe… fix this with some weird magic?” he asked, anxiousness scrawled all over his face in graffiti.

He looked over at Celestia and watched as she rolled her eyes… though her face was plastered with a bright, beaming smile. She, too, sighed out but punctuated herself with a regal giggle of her own.

“I’m sure I can… I’ve been around to put out more magical fires than I care to admit over the last couple thousand years. Though… a transformation or transmutation spell is a result I haven’t seen in a good long while…”

She then glanced over and down at Fredrick with a rather cheeky simper.

“And I’m always down for a good laugh. So there’s that too. We’ll get this all fixed, and you’ll have your marefriend—and Luna shall have her next Lunar Guard Captain—back in no time!” Celestia assured.

Fredrick felt relieved, but the moment he heard those extra words inserted into her sentence, he did a massive double take when looking back at Celestia.

“Whoa wait… did you say ‘Captain?’” he bade elaboration.

Celestia angled her face again over towards him, and he was met with another knowing, cheeky smirk that had come to define his relationship with the Equestrian co-ruler for his entire tenure.

“Yup! Luna’s giving it some real thought since Captain Aero Fang is considering retiring soon. While she doesn’t see her right away as leader of the Lunar Guard, she feels she’s really starting to get up there,” Celestia informed.

Fredrick’s starry-eyed feeling welled up within him, especially on Stella’s behalf… though at the same time, he figured this likely wasn’t public knowledge and he couldn’t just run over to her and tell her. Nevertheless, this was something the two of them had joked about in between their normal conversations, and never expected it to have come to this… at least this early on in her career.

“Whoa… that’s… that’s amazing!” he said, stumbling over his breaths.

Celestia confirmed his initial thoughts when she leveled a cautionary finger at him.

“Don’t tell her. You can talk to Luna about it, but that’s just for your ears only. Okay?” she asked.

Fredrick nodded wholeheartedly.

“Don’t worry. Secret’s safe with me—I’m sure she’d prefer to be surprised in the future when her merit comes to pass for it,” he said.

Celestia smiled.

“I’d be inclined to agree.”

Their little reverie was quashed when they came to an intersection of their path with another on the trek back to Fredrick’s room. They were suddenly cut off by a cadre of six solar guards who were high-tailing it towards the wing where Fredrick’s room was. Even more concerning was that they all had their swords drawn. Two even had rifles unslung.

Fredrick stood completely still next to Celestia, and the two shared a simultaneous look of concern at one another.

“Ummm… that’s definitely not good,” Fredrick dared to note.

Celestia pursed her lips, and consternation on her face could be well documented.

“Yeah… nothing good comes from guards running. Especially towards your room. Let’s go,” she said with the utmost seriousness.

To Fred, her tone brooked no argument and he quickly fell into step.

His heart was racing the entire time their combined hooves and feet fell against the castle floor, and though he could’ve easily sprinted on ahead, Fredrick figured it was best to stay at Celestia’s pace.

You know, because she was co-contender for most powerful being on this earth. He was also mildly curious as to why she didn’t immediately teleport the two of them to his room to be safe… though he figured that there was literally no excitement in that.

After a good minute of a heavy jog (and Fredrick unwittingly stealing a few glances at a… bouncy Celestia), the two rounded the last corner that led to the hall where his room resided.

That’s where they found a quarter of a platoon of solar guards stacking up on either side of Fredrick’s open room door, with a healthy mix of swords and rifles drawn. Lined up on the sides of his door, all parties were barking orders frantically to each other.

“Come on, man! Go! Go now!”

“Fuck you, I’m not going there by myself!

“Not by yourself, idiot! We’re going all at once!”

Fredrick decided to cut in right then:

“Umm…!” he said as he stood there, dumbfounded. “Does someone wanna explain why there’s a goddamn army outside my—”

Another unfortunate solar guard was jettisoned from inside his room by an unseen force with a horrified scream on his part, and comically collapsed like a ragdoll motionless with a bruised and bloody face. Another close look revealed another set of twitching hands hanging out of the doorway.

Fredrick also heard definitively—from inside his room—what sounded like a goose getting strangled and molested at the exact same time, while somepony was kinkshaming the poor thing.

“JESUS CHRIST what the FUCK?!” he said, recoiling.

Fred’s exclamation drew the attention of the entire cadre of troops, however, and all demeanors changed when they laid eyes on the Solar Princess accompanying him.

The guardsmare who looked exactly like the commanding officer of the group stepped forward and addressed Princess Celestia directly:

“Your Highness… I must ask you to please stay back. There’s an intruder in Mister Himmelreich’s room and we’ve ascertained that—”

Celestia calmly raised her open palm to her:

“It’s quite alright, Lieutenant Solara. Please, call off your troops—there’s no cause for alarm…” she said, conferring her motherly tone in the best way she knew possible over her millennia of existence.

She then gestured towards Fredrick.

“Isn’t that right, Fred?”

Fredrick took the cue from Celestia to take a step forward and reiterate her point more in depth.

“Yeah ummm… the stallion that’s in my room is actually my marefriend, whom some of you may know as Lieutenant Stella Sabre of the Lunar Guard…?” he wagered to ask, to at least get the conversation going.

Captain Solara literally recoiled from how hard she blinked in absolute incredulity.

“Ummm… That’s Stella?”

Another guard piped up:

“The stallion is your marefriend…?”

Fredrick cursed himself.

Right. ‘Prolly should’ve mentioned that part first.

“Oh, right…” he continued, nodding while gesturing vaguely. “Yeah Princess Luna gave her a potion that she used in trying to prank me that genderbent her. It backfired pretty spectacularly because she decided not to read instructions properly so here we are. Make sense?”

Every single guard silently locked eyes with one another, one after the other. All fifteen of them.

“Umm…”

A rather familiar voice interjected from inside Fredrick’s room:

“I FUKKIN’ TOLD YOU, CUNTS!”

Fredrick yelled admonishingly towards his room. They didn’t need any tone nor words that could potentially ‘renew hostilities,’ as it were:

“STELLA!”

Celestia stepped in and leveled a calming hand in front of Fredrick.

“It’s quite alright,” she said, and then addressed her soldiers as a whole. “Guards, please stand down and return to your original posts,” she then calmly ordered.

Another look was shared between all the guards before Lieutenant Solara pursed her lips, shrugged, then turned back to her troops.

“Alright guys. Stand down, disengage, and report back to barracks for debriefing. Let’s go…” she then also gestured to her downed soldiers, who were just vaguely starting to stir.

“And… get them up and to the infirmary to get checked out.”

A simple, curt chorus sounded in response:

“Yes Ma’am!”

Swords were sheathed and rifles were slung on backs as the squad began scurrying back into formation. At the same time, pairs of silent volunteers picked up their downed, writhing comrades off the ground. Fredrick stared in awe as they got into formation and filed off down the hall… and he also witnessed the bruised and bloodied faces of some of the unfortunate soldiers… as well as viciously dented armor plating.

Jesus Christ…

Celestia physically flinched a little bit as she saw her wounded troops literally being hauled away. She called out towards her departing loyals:

“And get them some… I don’t know… medals? Maybe?”

She then sighed out, shook her head, and glanced back at Fredrick who was trying not to laugh at her rather nonchalant words and approach to this whole situation. Apparently she was able to read Fredrick’s expression like a book, and he was asked the obvious with an equally obvious expression on her face:

“Fredrick, are you alright?” she said with a knowing smile.

Fred smirked.

“Oh yeah. Totally… though we should probably go inside…” he said, thumbing towards his room.

Celestia certainly seemed to agree with that.

“Indeed! Shall we?” she directed with an open palm.

Fredrick took the lead as she offered it.

“Yup!” he said, and then called out to Stella as he led the last few paces to his room:

“Stella! You good!?”

Fredrick crossed the threshold into his room first and found an incredibly naked Stella just as he had left her not even ten minutes earlier. She seemed absolutely no worse for wear, and in fact, she beamed brightly at him with a smile and sparkle in her masculine visage most familiar.

“Aye!” she exclaimed. “Fuckin’ got tae kick the shit outta some Sols while swinging this dick around like some fuckin’ morning star! Never been better, love!”

Fredrick’s need to bust out laughing at that imagery was immediately superseded by the fact that Stella was completely naked and had done none of the covering up that Fredrick had asked her to do. As such, he made sure to convey the seriousness of it and urged her to scurry for some clothes with the appropriate hand motions:

“STELLA!” he exclaimed through a hushed tone. “For fuck’s sake, woman! Put a goddamn towel on will ya?”

None of that could be actioned, as Princess Celestia’s voice cut into the conversation just as she crossed the threshold into Fredrick’s room.

“WOW that’s a deep voice I he—PFFFFFFFT!”

Celestia slapped her hand to her mouth as an involuntary guffaw was just about to eject itself from her entire being. She secured her other hand to her muzzle for good measure as she lurched forward… and then squeaked (dare Fredrick say, hilariously cutely) as she stumbled back out the door.

Fredrick and Stella stared blankly as Celestia stumbled out of view right outside the bedroom door… then locked eyes for the briefest moment when they heard the Solar Princess absolutely, unabashedly lose her shit through cackling laughter.

This went on for a good thirty seconds before Fredrick heard the Princess compose herself, clear her throat, then strolled back into his room in a way that was most dignified for her—completely calm and collected, like nothing had even happened earlier.

“Well…” she finally spoke, clearing her throat once more and seemingly regarding Stella in a ‘normal’ fashion. “It appears that Luna gave you some rather… potent stuff.”

Celestia strode up to her and eyed her up, down, and around in a scientific manner, though Fredrick could sort of see her eyesight line up one-too many times with ‘Stella’s dick.’

Stella, to her credit, didn’t seem to care, and only replied to Celestia with a rather uncharacteristic uncertainty in her tone:

“Aye, Your Highness… is it reversible?”

Celestia did her damn best to quell the sudden deep laughter that was about to exit out her mouth, and ultimately was able to stifle it. However, it partially escaped with a small squeak out of her mouth at Stella’s words.

She recomposed herself in the blink of an eye, and Fredrick was most certainly impressed that she was able to keep her Princessly visage the entire time. Watching an ethereal being come back from the brink of losing her shit was something he could cross off his bucket list.

“Luna is… certainly the more potion-minded one of us both. Seriously, she can make some insane stuff that I’d never think of. But, since this was supposed to be only a small pranking potion…”

Fredrick watched as Celestia pointed her index finger right between Stella’s eyes. Her horn then glowed, and softly emitted a golden hue as she then dragged her finger down in a straight line down Stella’s face… then down her neck, her collar bone, between her pecs, down her abs… and then lingered a little bit too long on her cock.

That same soft glow that Fredrick witnessed around Celestia’s horn, he then saw encapsulate an anxious Stella. Once the glow receded after a few moments, a lightness most fond to Fredrick’s heart warmed him to the core when he found Stella standing in the same place that she was merely seconds earlier…

...only this time, nude… and in the female flesh as he had always come to know her.

All glowing in the room had subsided. And that’s when the newly female-returned Stella immediately looked down at herself. She then wasted absolutely no time in frantically feeling herself up.

“Ahh!!” she exclaimed in a feminine tone that was much more welcome. “Tits…” she cupped her chest, and was extremely excited when her funbags overflowed her hands just a little bit.

“Ass?” she cupped her ass, and squeezed to ensure proper hardness was still present from her countless hours of work that she put in.

“Perfect figure??” she followed up with the fateful question, and ran her hands down her tummy, her hips, and over her legs.

Fredrick was also running down her body with his eyes. Barely a day without it and he already missed so much about it.

Goddamn what a mare!

Stella thrust her fist into the air victoriously.

“Back in action!!”

Fredrick smiled widely and stepped forward. Never had he been happier to see Stella again.

“Fuck yeah!”

He then turned to a proudly smiling Celestia:

“Celly… thank you. Really, so goddamn much. I—we owe you big time,” he blurted out. “Thanks for getting my marefriend back in good order.”

Fredrick didn’t notice Stella look to him with a fondness that he always loved… as well as progressively lidding eyes and bitten lips, but Celestia definitely noticed it.

And much to Fredrick’s slight weirdness, Celestia blurted out her next couple sentences in quick succession:

“You’ve done plenty to help me, too, so I’m always happy to lend you a hand when you need it so in that case I think I’ll leave you two to your own devices bye!”

And she bounded out and magically shut the door behind her.

Fredrick was left watching said bedroom door with multiple levels of confusion and incredulity. Of all that had happened today, barely being noon, he wasn’t sure how to respond to… really anyone’s antics.

“Ummm… okay then. Well. Now that things have calmed down for now, why don’t we—”

The moment Fredrick turned around, he was met with Stella’s bedroom eyes smashing into his face, lips-first. And once he felt her breasts pressing into his chest as they should have, and when his hand instinctively fell on her firm ass with just the right amount of squish, he knew all was right with the world.

He let his eyes fall shut, and let out a gentle moan as their arms wrapped around each other.

Fredrick let Stella yank him back toward the bed, and relinquished full control to her.

Well… that was a thing.