Waking up felt weird now.

It didn't help that my sleep schedule was going to be officially out of whack for a while, but that wasn't really the big thing. Hell, this was far from the first time I'd collapsed in the afternoon and woken up at sunset. And in the last week or so, I had at least gotten to the point where I could wake up and think, 'Yep, still in Equestria, an entirely different planet light-years away from everything I've ever known,' without letting out a melancholy sigh.

But today... Today it felt weird for three reasons. First, I was in a very comfortable and spacious suite of Canterlot's royal palace, instead of a hospital bed or Lyra and Bon Bon's couch. Second, I wasn't alone.

And third, weirdest of all, I was free. No worries about employment or money, no angry ponies to avoid, no magical resurgences to fight off, no 'human-checking' first thing to make sure I still had my sense of self... For the first time in a while, I had nothing to dread outside the comfort of my blanket. And that was super weird for me. And it was super weird that that was super weird, so it all just looped in on itself.

I found it very hard to break the circular thinking on my own, so I instead went for my favorite method of escaping the spiral: Looking over to the right and seeing a vision of lewd adorableness sleeping next to me.

My sexy cross-eyed blonde. Her light gray breasts, big even by pony standards – huge and fat enough to fill her lap when she was sitting, yet bouncy and perky enough to maintain their pleasing roundness when standing – had only the slightest roll to them as she laid on her back, her boobs resting on both her chest and the mattress. Her darker gray areolae were pronounced from the rest of the breastflesh, and bigger than one of my palms. Her nipples were thicker than my thumb and had just enough length to be both enticing and adorable. As she breathed, both mammaries swayed and wobbled, showcasing both their natural (albeit magical) weight and the promise of delicious and nutritious pony breastmilk within.

I was a boob-man through and through, and living in this wet-dream version of Equestria had only made that worse, but my eyes wandered to the rest of her body as well. The covers had rolled down, revealing her pleasingly pudgy belly beneath the shadow of her tits, her relatively thin hourglass waist, those foal-bearing hips, those big, soft thighs, and the enormous bubble-butt that was pressing into the mattress and bunching up the sheets. Anyone who said that Derpy wasn't the total package was a goddamn liar. (I also made a mental note to save that 'whole package' pun for a really good later occasion, her being a mailmare and all.)

I bit my lip and glanced down at my legs. Sure enough, my recently enhanced 12-inch-long, soda-can-thick erection was coming back to life. The aphrodisiacs (from both Photo Finish's surprise spell and whatever the hell was in Celestia's milk) were probably out of my system by now, but a little rest and I was already raring to go again. "Count on you to get me into trouble..." I muttered under my breath.

Flashes of memory from last night's events danced across my eyes, and I winced. You wouldn't think getting fucked half to death by a mind-broken sex-doll-shaped demigoddess would be legit traumatic, but... it was going to take some time before I could really move past that.

Still, the sine-wave of my willpower to resist temptation was on the low end right now. So I extracted myself from the covers and carefully straddled Derpy's stomach, trying very hard not to rest too much of my (recently reduced) weight on her body. My cock naturally landed in the valley betwen her breasts, and all it took was my hands gently pressing against the sides of her boobs – my fingers sinking into the soft, smooth skin a little – to bury it completely. I suppressed my sigh of pleasure and relief, but a snort of lust did escape my nose as I began to shift forward and thrust in short lengths.

God, this was still too good. Part of my mind was shouting, 'This is fucked up, you just learned that these ponies were literally created to be sex toys, that they've spent over a thousand years rebelling against their programmed nature while their leader feared they might be enslaved again, and now you're titfucking one of them again,' but I forcibly tossed out the notion. If I let that stop me, I'd go insane from my own repressed lust, and that's how this whole mess had gotten started. And besides, Derpy's tits were too heavenly to give up. Like, I was starting to think that pony skin had some kind of anti-friction magic to them, because even without lotion I was just gliding across her cleavage, feeling nothing but that warm, jiggly pressure around my dick. It was extremely good.

And on top of that, when I looked down over Derpy's bouncing tits at the anthropomorphic pony's face – her short, messy, sweaty mane splayed out on the pillow, her cheeks tinged with a blush, a small smile across her muzzle – I couldn't resist feeling a surge of warmth in my heart as well. This adorable, sexy, wonderful mare flew from Ponyville to Canterlot after me, and constantly assured me that no matter what happened, she would love me and stand by my side.

I didn't deserve Derpy. I really didn't.

Her eyelids fluttered for a second, and her smile broadened. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "That time again, huh...?"

"Sorry," I whispered reflexively, and chuckled. I didn't stop thrusting; in fact, I started squeezing her breasts a little more firmly, and my fingers danced over to her hardening nips.

"No no, that's– mmm." Derpy, her eyes still closed, rolled her shoulders and settled her head against the pillow. "This is like... the equivalent of waking you up in the morning with a blowjob. This is really good."

I got what she meant, but that got me thinking about a different sexual act. "Y'know, I could try the actual equivalent of that if you want. Got some practice yesterday."

"Oooh, definitely later. But... ahh, pussy orgasms are nice and all, but – mmm, boob-gasms are where it's at for me. You know that."

I was no expert on female anatomy, and ponies were just plain weird when it came to how they were wired, but such an idea threw me for a loop just as much as it turned me on. "I guess I'm still wrapping my head around it," I admitted as I slowed down my thrusts. "Are they really that much better?"

"Oh yeah," Derpy agreed, sighing in relief as I gave her tender mega-tits a little break. "Like, normal orgasms are great down there, but... boob- and nipple-gasms are great down there, up here, and pretty much my whole entire body! It is so much more intense." She gave me a cute, sheepish little smile. "At least for me it is."

This was pretty much how it was all the time with Derpy: If she wasn't hitting me right in the heart, she was getting me right in the fetishes. I couldn't believe how perfect she was for me. Me, a pervert with low self-esteem stranded on another world. "Good– Good for me I love your tits," I groaned, and picked up the pace of fucking her cleavage in earnest.

"I... I do too!" Derpy moaned back, her face contorting in pleasure. "I always did. I remember – even when they started coming in! But everypony taught me to be sorry and ashamed... With you, though, that doesn't matter! I can love my... my...!"

Her eyes shot open at the same moment milk started spurting out from her areolae and nipples.

"We gotta get up. Gonna soak the sheets!" Derpy said, pushing herself off the bed.

"Good idea," I mumbled, extracting myself and quickly stepping off the fancy palace's bed. All I had to do was stand to the side; Derpy just took a seat on the side of the bed and held her enormous breasts up to engulf my cock again. And none too soon – milk freely dribbled down the curve of each tit, getting her fingers wet and dripping onto the carpet. I grabbed the sides of her boobs and humped away, making them bounce and jiggle against her chest. "Nngh, the cleaning staff probably hate us..."

"At least we're doing... what we can... ahh..."

I changed position, crouching a little to rest her bouncing gray boobs against my upper thighs. This freed my hands to stroke around the girl's abundant titflesh, teasing the edges of the areolae and occasionally tweaking a nipple.

That got my marefriend truly gasping in pleasure. "Oh, P-Pascal! MMM!!"

Derpy's whole body convulsed once before she arced her back and spread her legs. Milk rocketed out from her gently pulsating breasts, flying past my sides and landing on the carpet behind me, at the same time that a wave of her cum drenched the edge of the bed. I was a little behind in terms of pleasure, but I just grabbed huge handfuls of her sideboob again and rubbed them alternatingly up and down against my prick. The rough handling seemed to prolong her full-body boobgasm, and a few moments later I crossed over the edge too.

My own orgasm was still about ten times as intense as I was used to. Even with it completely buried in Derpy's cleavage, I could feel the intense rush of each hot load of sperm traveling down the shaft and stretching my urethra. I could feel it splash into the tight warm confines of her breasts. So much, over and over again. Until finally they diminished, after what felt like half an hour later.

And yet somehow, in terms of sexual size and capacity, the low end for stallions was still about 50% bigger than that. After not one but two rounds of painstaking enhancements on myself. I knew they had to get used to it over time, but every time I came I had to ask myself: How does anypony get anything DONE?

I only then noticed that I was comparing myself to every other stallion in Equestria during every post-orgasm cooldown. Maybe that was a little bit unhealthy, I considered.

Thankfully, Derpy was ready to bring me back to reality, panting in the afterglow of an orgasm that seemed to have taken just as much out of her. "Gosh..." she said. "I don't know how I got along without you..."

I felt a little guilty. "Maybe there's a correlation?" I couldn't help but hypothesize. "Between, I dunno, my addictive cum and–"

Derpy put up a hand, and I shut my mouth. "I, Ditzy Doo," she declared, "being of sound mind and body, fully aware that I'm descended from a race of magical sex slaves, hereby make the conscious decision that I like it when you do stuff with my breasts." She leaned back and pulled her breasts apart so she could admire the load I'd left dripping there. "It's not like I'm used to getting this kind of treatment. The most I ever had from somepony else was a mean grope from an awful prom date, and I didn't even have my minimizer pasties off for that."

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed another bunch of napkins, some of which Derpy took and used to start cleaning up my semen. I did the same with my half-erect dick. We both probably needed a(nother) shower more than anything, but for the moment we didn't want it to dry, and it still wasn't safe to put my cum inside anyone.

"I mean, imagine me just sitting in my bed at home, playing with my own nipples for almost half an hour before finally getting a weak boobgasm and some milk dribbles. That was what my, y'know, my sexual baseline was, Pasky. You and your talented hands were exactly what I never knew I needed."

Feeling romantic despite the lewd topic, I leaned down and kissed Derpy on the forehead. "Just like you were exactly what I needed when I was freaking out?"

Derpy blushed and grinned as we both remembered the first time we met. "Heh heh, it's hard to believe that that was just, what, three days ago? Time sure does fly, huh?"

A quick wave of melancholy washed over me. So much had happened in the last 72 hours that trying to remember it felt like trying to recall a previous life. In some sense, maybe it was a previous life. After tossing the cum-stained napkins into a nearby bin, I pointed a thumb over my shoulder and said, "I'm, uh, gonna crack a window. It reeks of sex in here."

"Good idea," Derpy agreed, standing up and stretching.

I walked over to the tall balcony door, shoved the curtains aside, and unlatched it just enough to let some fresh air in. I couldn't tell you what part of the castle we were in – after Luna led us here, we only had enough energy to titfuck once before collapsing into bed – but this balcony had a great view of the castle grounds and part of the city of Canterlot, so this part had to be facing south-ish. The golden light shining down from the west made the brightly colored buildings glow, and it boggled my mind to realize that the residents of this town got this kind of view every single sunny evening.

As I was taking in the sights, Derpy's arms wrapped around me. Her breasts smooshed against my back, and her muzzle pressed into my shoulder blade. (She seemed so larger-than-life to me, it was kind of crazy that she was actually a few inches shorter.) "Two bits for your thoughts," she delightfully mumbled into me.

I struggled to capture the feeling I'd been having since I woke up, that this view was bringing back. "It's sort of... It's like..."

"Use your words," she teased.

I scoffed and threw up my hands in faux exasperation. "That's what I'm trying. I'm trying to find the right words!"

Derpy chuckled and replied, "Then start with the wrong words, and find your way to the good ones."

Shaking my head, I gestured vaguely at the city and said, "Everything's so... big now."

"That's Equestria for you."

I rolled my eyes and turned halfway around, putting one arm under hers and looking into those yellow eyes. "I mean, it's more like... My life has, well, expanded. I have more options than I did– Well, that's not even putting it... I have options now! At all!" I chuckled a little at both the simplicity and the profoundness of it. "So much of my life I've spent just surviving, day to day... Even when I got here, that hadn't really changed. But now I actually have a life beyond survival. I can plan, and... have goals. It's... scary, really."

"And you can have sex with whoever you want," Derpy added with a grin.

"Well yeah, heh. That's great. But... y'know, as much as I can use this Acceptance thing to satisfy my fantasies... In the reality of it all, this was the real fantasy." I shifted so that I was directly in front of Derpy, my chest pressed against hers, my hands on her hips, admiring her eyes and lips. "A roof over my head, not needing to worry about money or food, a chance at a job that actually fulfills something in my soul... and spending the day with someone I love, and who loves me back..."

Derpy smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Glad I can be part of your dream come true, then."

I let out a sigh of happy relief. Maybe I was laying on the melancholy a little thick, but I considered myself very lucky in that moment to have someone I could share this kind of thing with, to get it off my chest. I looked at her and said, "Penny for your thoughts?" I caught myself and corrected: "Sorry, two bits for your thoughts."

The pegasus mare nuzzled into my neck, her breasts compressing against my chest and stomach. "I'm in the royal palace with a nice, interesting guy, who's gonna take me on all kinds of wild, crazy, sexy adventures. Heh heh. So yeah, I'm a little excited for the future too."

I tried to fight down the rising feeling of anxiety in my core. "Yeah, I guess that's what this all boils down to. Looking to the future."

Derpy gave me a kiss on my cheek. "We don't have to answer every question today. I know there's a lot, but I think if we take this one day at a time, it'll all become more manageable."

I nodded. "Yeah, that's–"

Suddenly, she pulled away. "Oh horseapples! I gotta work tomorrow! But I wanna be here for you! Oh shoot, I gotta talk to somepony!"

As she headed for the door, I weakly raised a hand and said, "Um, maybe Celestia can give you a pardon or something...?"

Derpy threw the door to the guest suite open and looked down the spacious palace hallways. "That's the idea, but I gotta make sure my route is covered too. I don't want to dump it onto one of my coworkers... but dang it, this is practically a family emergency! I dunno, maybe the Princess can send a replacement...?" She glanced back at me. "I might be a while."

I stretched my arms and rolled my shoulders, swallowing a yawn. "That's fine," I groaned out. "I'm still tired as heck."

"Okay." Derpy smiled and nodded. "See you when I see you, Pasky." And with that, she marched with purpose into the labyrinthine royal palace hall, letting the door shut gently behind her. The last of her I saw was her considerable shelf of naked butt jiggling away. It wasn't like she would get in trouble for walking around nude; she had my permission to be as dressed or undressed as she wanted. Just one of the weird ways my new power worked.

Introvert that I was, I didn't mind having a moment to myself. To take stock of where I was and how far I'd come. And as I considered what was about to be unleashed on the poor palace guards and servants – namely one gloriously nude Derpy – I pondered whether my powers would grow, now that they were a permanent part of me. I could already spread new social norms by word of mouth. What could be next?

I took a running leap onto the spacious Princess-sized mattress, and suddenly pondering the future became far less important than getting some more precious sleep, no longer plagued by deadly dreams of the most normal stallion in the world. Fat chance of becoming that now.