A flight back to the palace and a trip to the royal kitchens later, I was walking across the bridge to Celestia’s tower with a large blue box cradled in my right arm.

I was struck by the memory of hurriedly running down this path before, chucking off articles of my tailored tuxedo as I went. I felt a similar trepidation to how I felt then, but the contrast of not being in a life-or-death situation was also rather striking. My life was becoming cyclical in a very dramatic way, and I was ready for it to stop any day now.

As I approached the halfway point of the bridge, I looked up and spotted one of the balconies jutting out from the bedroom at the top of the tower. Celestia herself was standing at the railing, looking off into the horizon at the setting sun. She noticed me, though, and I waved up at her with my left arm. I could just barely see her nod her head after a moment. Then she spread her wings and an intense golden energy glowed from her horn.

I turned towards the horizon to watch the sun set and the moon rise. It was fascinating, seeing something that usually took hours happen over the course of minutes. It was spellbinding to watch the light behind the clouds shift from pinkish gold to the pale white of the moon, and to watch that white disk itself climb up just barely over the hills and then slow to a stop. Certainly, it reinforced in my mind how much power and magic the Princesses represented, and to think that it was my volunteered duty to try and provide therapy to one of these beings...

The spiraling stairs were harrowing for my knees as usual, especially since I was carrying a package this time, but I managed and stood before the door to Celestia's chambers once again. Last time I'd been here, Celestia had ambushed me and hit me with a geas in order to interrogate me.

I took the handle of the door. Thankfully no ambush sprang this time.

I walked into Celestia's study – the oh-so-familiar one with the fireplace and the rug and the ring of cushions. The Princess herself wasn't immediately inside, but a few moments later the opposite door to the bedroom opened and she emerged, wearing her usual conservative and slimming white-and-gold dress.

As I closed the outside door behind me, Celestia noticed the box in my arms and asked, "What is that?"

"Oh, this is, uh..." After looking around for a moment, I walked over to the desk near the wall and set the box down atop a pile of important-looking documents. I opened it up to reveal bottles of water, some carrots, some apples, and a few slices of triple chocolate cake. "It's a care package from the kitchens," I said.

Celestia became concerned. "You didn't tell them...?"

"No no no, I just... Luna told them I'd caused you some distress and needed a way to make it up to you. Which, hey. Not exactly a lie."

"Good," she said with a sigh of relief. "The last thing I need is ponies thinking I've come down with something."

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and closed the box. "You really can't just take a sick break?"

"Alicorns do not get sick very easily," Celestia replied. "We have the natural resistances of all three races and then some. But more importantly, a lot of my job involves getting face-to-face with my subjects, who consider me a comforting, calming presence. If I take a vacation, I inevitably–"

She sniffed and swooned, putting a hand to her forehead beside her horn.

"Oh, goodness," she murmured. "The smell. Already..."

I pursed my lips. I was still standing on the other side of the room, which meant my pheromones must have taken some time to build up in the air and reach her.

Celestia looked increasingly in distress. "Ohhh..."

"Hey hey," I said, taking a couple of quick steps toward her and stopping. "Uh... Let's take this into the bedroom and just sit down, okay?"

"Mmhmm..."

The alicorn stiffly hurried to the gigantic four-poster bed and sat down on the end, wringing her hands. Even sitting down, the tip of her horn still cleared the top of my head while I was standing up. This horse-woman might not have been gigantic as she once was, but she was still freaking tall. As I approached, I found myself contemplating that this was the same bed I'd nearly been fucked to death on. That thought made my heart quicken a bit. Yet it was also where I'd peacefully fallen asleep among three cartoonishly busty beauties. I had mixed feelings about this bed.

I stopped at the door. Celestia had already drawn the curtains to all the windows shut (and probably soundproofed the tower, too). We were utterly alone, but Celestia was as deathly afraid as ever of anyone compromising her secret. Fair enough, I supposed.

Once again, the sheer difficulty of the task ahead briefly overwhelmed me. Sure, I had all this power, but the Princess's trauma had been total and so, so long ago. Twilight hadn't helped things by casting her temporary immunity spell on her last night. The reaction would've given Celestia ample proof to believe that she was completely lost without me. Which might've been true, but this whole effort hinged on the idea that, eventually, she had the strength to stand on her own.

As I considered what to say, how to begin, I could see beads of sweat already running down the sides of Celestia's face as she stared at me, red in the face. Her hands twitched madly as they resisted the desire to slide down her thighs, hike up her pure white gown, and go to town on herself just at the sight of me. Whatever I was going to say, I had to make it fast.

I cleared my throat and straightened my posture, channeling my best Royal Guard. "I am at your disposal tonight," I said as straightforwardly as I could, still nervous in my voice. "This is all about... getting used to each other."

"Getting used to how my body..." Celestia said in a quivering voice, "was engineered to respond to you."

"Exactly," I said with a grim nod. "So you're in control tonight. I will only do what you say."

She let out a disbelieving little laugh. Unlike many other mares I'd seen in my time here, there was no joyful bouncing of the bust when she did so – those magically reduced C-cups were very tightly contained. "Do I look like I'm in control?" she asked me, blushing and sweating.

I had a single moment of doubt, but it passed. "You are."

Princess Celestia swallowed the lump in her throat. Her eyes scanned me up and down rapidly. Her right knee began to bounce as her lower body became restless. Her hands dug a trench in the fabric between her thighs.

"C... C..." She sounded like she had to force out the words one sound at a time. "Could you..." Her whole body twisted to one side like she was trying to pull herself away from me, even though her eyes barely left my body. "Could you maybe, um..." Celestia gulped, then said, "...s-ssssstrip?" She clamped her eyes shut and winced in apprehension.

My eyebrows rose a little bit, but a little smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. This was an interesting and promising first step. And after all, I had promised to do everything she said...

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Obviously, I had no fucking clue how to do a striptease. But I was going to make this a striptease.

I began by rolling up my t-shirt slowly, one inch at a time, exposing my flat stomach. Celestia's magenta eyes opened up wide and zeroed in on the edge of exposed skin as it rose higher and higher. The look of sheer hunger on her face was unmistakable. I suppressed a gleeful chuckle – this was actually kind of fun!

When my shirt reached the bottom of my non-existent pecs, my instincts told me to stop. I had to tease, right? And I still had my socks and shoes on. I tucked my arms against my body to keep the shirt up, then offered a half-hearted apology to Celestia and went to untie my shoes. I turned around and leaned over so that my jean-covered butt was pointed straight at the Princess. I didn't exactly have a spectacular, bouncy-yet-firm pony-ass, but I was getting a free pass for being a human anyway. And the bit of exposed back I was showing off combined with sticking my butt out, I figured, would do the job of ratcheting things up.

I heard a lip-sucking sound and an "Nn!" from behind me before I finished kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks. This dumb plan was actually working.

I stood up and turned back around, now barefoot and with my shirt still tucked under my elbows. I grabbed the rolled-up edge of my shirt again and, still just basically going with my gut on this, I tugged it from side to side against my torso, pulling it a tiny bit further upward each time, exposing more and more of my unimpressive chest each time. Finally, I figured enough was enough and pulled the whole thing over my head – but at the last second I decided to keep my arms in the sleeves, to let the garment hang between my wrists like a bulky veil.

Next came the belt. I couldn't think of much more than swaying my hips back and forth as I unbuckled and toyed with the button. I did get a bit of a kick from watching Celestia's eyes track my hands. Her facial expression was rather spellbound, not to mention a little bewildered. The rest of her body squirmed with greater and greater need.

The button and zipper were undone, and I just let the motion of my hips shimmy the jeans down until they fell to my feet by gravity alone. Celestia let out an "Eep!" as I was suddenly clad in only my underwear (in which I was a little chubbed up, truth be told) and a rolled-up shirt between my arms. Her hands dug deep between her thighs, not even trying to hide her attempts to rub herself through her gown now. I stepped out from where my jeans fell and strutted around in a small circle, showing off my mostly naked body. Internally, I was cracking up – the role-reversal was so deliciously ironic that I couldn't help but appreciate it. I hoped Celestia would see the humor too, eventually.

Now was the big moment, the big reveal, but I knew I had to draw it out as long as possible. I watched Celestia closely, almost never breaking eye-contact, as my thumbs toyed with the elastic band of my underwear. I pulled them just a hair downwards to stoke her desire, then pulled up when I decided she wasn't far enough along yet. I knew she was so fixated on my human dick, I figured I could turn the reveal into a big "finish" if I worked her up enough. And boy was she getting worked up.

I finally tossed my shirt to the floor with the rest of my clothes and just focused on stripping out of my underwear. I tried everything I could think of to delay the inevitable. I twirled around, showed off my butt (made a failed attempt at twerking, to my utter shame), twisted the band from side to side so that my junk would get squished against my thighs in a way that showed off the bulge in profile...

When I'd decided Celestia was close to the edge – when her horn lit up and her crotch began to glow with a faint golden light – I took slow, measured steps forward towards the bed, tugging down my underwear from the back inch by inch. When I was just a couple of feet away from her, I spread my legs a little bit and pulled them down past my hips entirely, letting them fall to my ankles and expose everything I had.

The reaction was kind of amazing. Celestia's eyes rolled up a bit and her hips bucked. The unmistakable scent of her arousal intensified, and I could hear the moist squishing winks of her pussy past her clothing. She tumbled backwards onto the bed, resting on her elbows while her horn telekinetically fucked herself as she rode out her orgasm.

I took a few steps back to give her some space. She kept going for a few moments more, but eventually managed to reach a cooldown. The spot of her gown where it had been pressed between her legs was stained and sticky. She slowly pushed herself back up and just stared at me, her eyes practically boring into my body, or maybe specifically my cock.

And then she started to laugh. Celestia fell to one side and buried her face into the sheets in embarrassment as the most undignified gigglesnorts erupted from her mouth.

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly and shrugged. The Normal had a way of turning the grotesquely absurd for ponies into the hilariously absurd. That worked in my favor more often than not, so long as I could ride out the assault on my pride. Case in point: Ms. Harshwhinny.

Celestia finally managed to pull herself up from the sheets and looked at me in grinning amazement. "You... You...!" She let out another belt of laughter. I noticed how it made her wavy aurora mane bounce and sway, and actually...

Her multicolored hair had been rather muted so far, and I had been able to see some of the individual strands, which I figured was her default. But as she laughed, her hair coalesced and brightened, shining with bright vigor and energy and even swaying a little higher in the invisible breeze. Was the magic of her hair somewhat tied to her mood? And had I never seen her this happy even once since I got here?

I began to understand. "Not once, huh?" I asked a little cheekily, putting my hands on my bare hips. "The Masters were too proud for that sort of thing?"

Celestia pressed her sticky knuckles against her smiling lips, nodding and inhaling deeply through her nostrils to restore her breath. When at last she could manage a few words, she said, "Never. To be submissive to a slave was a faux pas, and it's not as though we ever had the gall to ask..." She put her hand on her heaving chest and let it ride the rise and fall a few times. "Oh, Pascal..."

I simply stood at attention once more, waiting for my next command and smiling.

The Princess took a few moments to build up her nerve again. While her eyes tried and failed to avoid getting glued to my hanging human dick, she didn't linger as long this time. She cleared her throat and said, "Approach," and stood up slightly off the bed.

As I somewhat carefully walked forward, Celestia's horn glowed into activity. There was a clack as the evening gown she was wearing was, I assume, unclasped in the back, and she proceeded to roll the fabric off her body. She did not rush, nor did she draw it out. As simply as she could, she divested of her dress and levitated it over to the top of the armoire against the far wall. Her tall, slender, pure-white body was now clad only in a lacy set of bra and panties, the latter of which was almost soaked through with secretions, practically sticking to her mons and inner thighs. Her figure was as beautiful as it had looked with the gown on, though I noticed the dress had downplayed one major feature: Her rear and hips were significantly more voluptuous than the rest of her body, though not as absurd as her 'natural' body. Considering this was a figure she'd chosen through magic, this was an interesting detail.

I got within about a foot and a half of her and stood still, watching her. Again, Celestia was a tall mare – we were nearly eye to eye. Close up like this, her brilliant mane of goddess-like hair, shining brighter than ever, gave her an incredibly enchanting quality that made it impossible to look away. Even with her face red and sweaty with lust, her natural beauty and charisma was disarming. No wonder so many ponies adored her. On her best days, getting face time with her must feel like a religious experience.

Then, without giving any warning, Celestia leaned her head forward and kissed me on the lips.

Before I could react, I was trapped. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me into her, while her tongue invaded my mouth and basically gave me no choice on whether I would allow her to suck out every drop of human saliva I had – I couldn't push back against that long, strong pony tongue even if I wanted to. This was a mare on a mission, with ancient instincts coming back to the fore after over a millennium.

I was rather frozen in place, so shocked that I couldn't move or even lean in. The only part of me that did respond was my penis – now that the initial nervousness and the awkwardness of the stripping had faded away. Neither of us left our little world until I felt something brush against the Princess's sternum.

Both of us startled, both of us flushed, we pulled away from the sloppy kiss and looked down. It kinda blew my mind that even though we were standing a bit apart due to the awkward leaning required to make the kiss happen, my cock was somehow big enough to cross the distance and boop her in the stomach. Once I got over that, I nervously waited for Celestia's reaction. Even though this was supposed to be her first night of recovery, I found myself worrying that the sight of my erect human cock would cause her willpower to break and we'd experience that fateful Saturday night all over again.

Celestia certainly looked hungry. She swallowed, and her tongue darted out briefly to wet her lips.

To my relief, though, she looked back up at me sheepishly and leaned back a little. Her hands went to her slender thighs and patted them meaningfully. "Would you... please, sit on my lap?"

A reasonable request I was sure we were both relieved to hear. I was a bit confused as to why, and wondered a bit at the logistics of a naked grown man sitting in the lap of a half-naked pony goddess, but I dutifully turned around and let myself be eased back by Celestia's arms until my butt was pressed up against her trim, toned stomach.

Celestia embraced me, completely and utterly. Her muzzle buried into my head of short hair and breathed deeply of it. She arced her chest into my back. Her left arm reached around my chest and roamed over my poorly managed musculature, while her right hand went straight for the prize, grabbing a loose handful of my balls and the base of my shaft. Her gracefully flowing tail even somehow coiled around and brushed against the side of my leg.

I felt like I was being groped by a desperately horny 18-year-old. It was flattering, though a tiny bit unnerving. A part of me jokingly wondered if this was fair turnabout for my clumsy first times with Lyra or Derpy.

The Princess breathed deeply of me again, and I could feel the heat of her body rising against my back. "You can't imagine..." she gasped after coming up for air. "Every time I inhale your scent... it's like a shovelful of coal into a furnace..." In response, I couldn't help but take an investigative sniff myself. From my perspective, the air was filled with female pheromones mixed with... some kind of rich vanilla. Most of it was coming from where I was sitting. Celestia nuzzled into my neck and dragged her long pony tongue across my skin, humming pleasurably at the taste. Her hand gently squeezed and rubbed my balls with strangely precise care.

I was already losing myself a bit in her attentions. After the initial bewilderment of being fondled like some cuddle-doll, it was hard to deny a certain satisfaction in being so desired that simple contact was enough to drive one's partner wild. There was some perspective to be gained here...

I couldn't stay philosophical, though. Her hands, apparently satisfied with my chest and my balls, both maneuvered to either side of my cock and went to town. They glided around the engorged domed head lovingly, spreading drops of precum all down the shaft to slicken it, before jacking me off two-handed with both furious demand and expert care. I couldn't resist a thrust or two into her hands – they felt heavenly, palms and fingers so soft and supple and firm, moving so quickly that I felt them across practically every inch of my length at once.

Celestia noticed me getting closer to the edge and chose to slow down. Her hands settled into a steady up-and-down rhythm that kept my arousal simmering. Her muzzle nudged the side of my head, and she whispered into my ear, "What are you thinking right now?"

I blinked and nervously replied, "This isn't about me..." It was kinda hard to argue in the embrace of a tall woman giving you a two-handed reacharound.

"Distract me... Please..."

Huh? Was she afraid of losing control because she was so close to me? My own concentration was fading, but I fought to blurt something out. "I'm... still stuck on that whole striptease thing, really." The Princess giggled behind me – I could feel the smile in her cheeks as they pressed against my hair. Her hands switched positions, one gently groping my sack while the other petted my cock. I squirmed and spread my legs a little bit, then tried to continue speaking. "It just seems weird – not one human was into submission? Seems like some ponies are built perfectly for someone looking for a dom..."

"Oh." Her hands paused as she thought for a little bit. "I never understood the social strata of the Masters. Every visitor was entitled to a slave they could change however they like, but I was only concerned with my–" She shuddered against me and held back a moan. The scent coming from below me got stronger and muskier. She swallowed and said with audible difficulty, "My Ma-Master. In that upper echelon, where the most godlike magicians mingled, dominance and might were above all...!"

A bit of drool landed on my shoulder.

Celestia pulled back one of her hands to her muzzle, and I could hear a muffled "Fuh–!" nearly make it out of her mouth. She leaned her head on top of mine and groaned.

"I don't think this distraction's working," I murmured. "Sorry."

She removed her hand from her mouth (after taking a few licks off it) and shook her head. "It's not your fault. He... left an impression on me. Or rather an imprint."

I nodded thoughtfully, my curiosity and sympathy winning over my momentarily denied pleasure. "So you were at the top, where a Master stripteasing was unheard of, but it's possible some of the middle-class human tourists were into that?"

"Maybe." With considerably less enthusiasm, Celestia's hands got back to masturbating my junk. "After we ran, we did not dare risk making contact with them again. Not before we banished them."

I exhaled through my nose and smirked. "As usual," I remarked, "the assholes at the top ruin it for everybody else."

That got a playful scoff out of the Princess – a very good sign of her sense of humor. "That's no way to talk about our emancipation!" she admonished me, though there was no bite to her words. "Though yes, maybe I took a few cues from them on what not to do. Not that I haven't made my own mistakes..." Her hands suddenly stopped fondling me and went to rest on my thighs. "Pascal..."

"Yeah?"

"Could you stand for a moment?"

"Sure." I was rock hard and raring to go, but this was her night, not mine. I stood up promptly and... reconsidered turning around to wave my dick in her face, so I stood at a slight angle to look over my shoulder. By now, Celestia looked completely suffused with arousal, her face stuck permanently in a lust-struck stupor due to whatever I'd caused to flood her system. Whatever the hell I was going through with this foreplay, it could only be one-fiftieth of what she was feeling.

"Pascal..." she said again, whispering the words through lips that kept unconsciously forming an 'o' shape. She swallowed and leaned back on the bed. "I want you... to fuck me." If it were even possible, her tomato-red blush got a shade darker at her own vulgarity. She maneuvered backwards and laid down fully on the mattress, her wild multicolored mane spreading out beneath her. "Fuck me like this. In this body. Not the pleasure doll they made."

I carefully climbed up onto a kneeling position on the bed, my dick becoming painfully more erect as the scent of her gushing cunt wafted towards me, even through her underwear. I gulped down the lump in my throat and, as casually as I could muster, said, "You'll... need to undress the rest of the way for that." Smooth as sandpaper, man.

Celestia considered, hesitated, and nearly covered her face in embarrassment. "Could... Could you do it?" I had to marvel at the sound and sight of this regal Princess (and ex-sex slave) acting the part of the blushing virgin.

There was something profoundly fucked up here. Then it hit me: In this version of Equestria, neither Princess had ever really had a childhood, had they? They'd been created as voluptuous adults, first models off the magical factory line of ready-to-please pony sluts. I could imagine they'd reclaimed some of that lost youth in the intervening years between the banishment of the Masters and the founding of Equestria, but still...

The Princess whimpered in desperate need, tugging me back to reality. Why the fuck had I gone on a tangent?!

I nervously crawled beside Celestia's legs, which drew up so that I could more easily access the obstructing clothing. My cock accidentally bumped into the hoof part of her foot, and she gasped and bit down on a knuckle to hold herself back. Trying not to let it bother me, I reached underneath her respectable ass – just beneath the dock of her brightly glowing tail – lightly grabbed the lacy band of her white underwear, then pulled down.

It took some doing, not least because they were completely and utterly soaked through with her thick, sticky femcum. As her pussy lips finally became bare, the increasingly familiar smell of Princess-in-heat washed over me and became inescapable. My eyes glazed over for a second, and I continued pulling the garment down the twin paths of her long, smooth white legs. Celestia stuck her feet up so that I could clear them, and I just tossed them aside onto the floor.

Celestia spread her shaking legs as I moved to kneel between them. Even my first time with Lyra hadn't felt this tense. I looked down at her soaking wet slit, now gushing freely onto the sheets, intimidated by how it was both familiar and new. Following my instincts, I crept down and leaned between her thighs.

"No, no!" she suddenly yelled, and I jerked my head up. Celestia was looking down across her body at me with an embarrassed glare. "It's not cunnilingus that I need," she said tersely, her teeth clenching a couple of times. "My Masters would never strip for us, but they loved making me squeal helplessly at the ends of their tongues once in a while. No, it's your cock that I need! Your human cock!" She levitated a cushion over her head and smashed it into her face in pure shame for having said that.

My chest felt tight in sympathetic discomfort, but I did what was asked and lined myself up for penetration. I rested my cockhead just over her mons, making her groan in anticipation and feeling the pulsating heat that had engorged her nethers. I also noticed one other thing as I drew back...

"You're... small," I muttered in faint surprise. Celestia didn't have the characteristically fat and winking pussy lips of practically every other pony female I'd fucked. Her lower lips were thin and not even very long. She had given herself a relatively compact vagina.

"Nnngh, so it won't bother me overmuch during the day," Princess Celestia grumbled, mashing two cushions against the sides of her head. "It– It'll stretch. Just... please...!"

I took a deep breath and held it as I pressed my head against her tight folds. There was a great initial resistance, not helped by the way Celestia's hips lurched at the barest feeling of me after all this buildup. Moments later, her labial petals winked open (I guess she hadn't completely changed their behavior) and I took the opportunity to thrust the head of my cock inside.

The head was all I got in, because her snatch clamped down incredibly tight and Celestia started screaming bloody murder into a pillow. Her bare, toned stomach convulsed and rippled as waves of uncontrollable pleasure ripped through her system. Her legs wrapped around the small of my back and squeezed insistently; her heels dug into me to push me forward.

I pushed in a little further, but Celestia's cunt was the tightest hole I'd ever imagined, let alone experienced. And every millimeter I dragged across her inner walls produced a fresh scream of ecstasy from her throat. But there was also copious lubrication to go along with the incredible friction, and the way her passage was already trying to milk me was profoundly hot. As much as I wanted to feel guilty for doing so little to get so much reaction... Celestia's tightened pussy was exquisite.

And it seemed like every few seconds her euphoric screams would begin anew (muffled by whatever cushion wasn't drool-soaked by then), her hips would buck against me, and her cunt's milking motions would pause for just a moment to contract really hard. Was she cumming that often? Was that even possible?

I was finding it impossible to last, let alone concentrate. The smell, the sight, the sound, and the impossible fusion of slickness and tightness... I rallied whatever willpower I had left, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting with abandon.

Celestia's howling cut off in her throat, her pleasure becoming too much to vocalize. Her legs unwrapped from around my back and just stuck out on either side, stretching out and stiffening. Her hands dug into the bedsheets and tugged like she was trying to tear out chunks of the fabric.

I looked up at her face. Her eyes had rolled up and her tongue had literally lolled out the side of her mouth. She couldn't have had more of an 'ahegao' face if she'd tried.

My own eyes glazed over and I felt myself start pulsing slowly into her, my sexual enhancements making every shot long and voluminous. On instinct, her pussy started milking me in perfect sync with my orgasm, drawing out the feeling and making it even more intense. After a few shots, though, I resumed thrusting into her – I knew well by now that I would be staying hard for a while longer, and I didn't think her alicorn libido was anywhere near satisfied yet.

I went at her as hard as I could, bouncing her body against the bed and even making the giant mattress rock a little bit. I worried slightly about bruising her, or overstimulating her, or something... but those worries didn't last long.

Celestia managed to find her voice again, and it came out as a sort of rising, staccato laughter. Then, all of a sudden and while we were still joined, she pushed up off the bed with her wings, pulled her legs in to steady herself, grabbed my shoulders, and flipped me back so that she was on top and my head was lying at the very edge of the gigantic four-poster. After making sure I wasn't sitting back on my own legs, she pulled up to her full height and started pumping her hips up and down on my length. She reached back behind her and unhooked her C-cup bra, then tossed it carelessly onto my face. It smelled of sweat and faintly like some kind of perfume.

The alicorn slowly transformed into a madwoman, perched on top of me and slamming her hips into me as fast as she could, grunting and shouting, "Mm, YES! Rrm, YES!! Nngh, YES!!!" And every YES seemed to signal another mini (or not so miniature) orgasm.

All I had to do – all I could do – was lie there and take it until my cock regained enough sensation to realize 'Yes, this is fucking erotic as hell' and fire another eruption of cum into her hungry, gulping womb.

And Celestia kept going.

She got another four orgasms out of me.

Each cycle took more time than the last.

After a while, I just lost track of everything that was going on. My world was nothing but pounding and my cock being squeezed by a wet, pulsating vice. I barely even noticed when she slowed down and pulled off of me – I couldn't even move, I was so fried.

I only really regained motor control when a golden-glowing water bottle floated over my head. I blinked and refocused my crossed eyes, and fought to lift my head off the bed to look at the Princess.

Celestia was sitting on the other side, near the pillows. A small mountain of snarled, tangled sheets lay between us. The large blue 'care package' box sat beside her, opened. She had levitated a slice of chocolate cake out of the box and was currently taking tired, dainty bites out of it as it floated in midair. She noticed my return to consciousness and waved the bottle in front of me a few times.

I took the bottle out of the air and nearly dunked the contents over my head, but eventually I managed to pull myself up and take a long draw from it, sating my desert-dry throat. Now that I was sitting up, I could see past the sheets and between Celestia's legs – I did not see any evidence of my efforts to creampie her, though I had a sneaking suspicion that she might've scooped any excess out of her and swallowed it already. Nonetheless, her mound was still pink with arousal and dripping like a leaky faucet. She didn't look anywhere near finished.

"W... Why'd you stop?" I asked in my very raspy voice.

Celestia swallowed the bit of cake in her mouth and gave me a somewhat saddened look. "Because you were fading," she said. "Just like last time."

I scoffed and started to giggle. Oh, of course! That thing I was scared would happen! Getting fucked so far into oblivion that I nearly passed out/risked a heart attack! In hindsight... what a fucking problem to have, huh? I hummed my laughter as I took another sip of water.

"You don't seem that bothered," Celestia noted, raising an eyebrow at me.

I put the cap back on the bottle and laid back down. My sore muscles were grateful to return to rest. Staring up at the canopy of the bed, I shrugged and said, "I kinda figured I wouldn't have enough stamina at first. I guess I should thank you for taking mercy on my shitty mortal body, ha!"

Celestia's pout deepened, but then she gave me a curious look. "When I left earlier, there were several unicorns nearby that could have easily enhanced you. Why didn't you?"

"Why didn't you while you had me right where you wanted me?" I countered, still not bothering to get back up.

"I... I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."

I tossed up my hands. "Yeah, same. It's like – sure I'd love to be humongous, but the mind wouldn't match, you know? I could take a spell or a potion and become super muscular, but without the right diet and exercise habits, I'd just let it go to waste and have to refresh it every couple of months. Or if I gave myself three yard-long dicks that never went down–"

Celestia's legs flinched at that, even as her muzzle contorted into a shocked smile.

"–would I necessarily have the mental fortitude and sexual skill to use them right? I guess I wouldn't know if I tried, but..." I swished the water bottle around. "I dunno. I'd like to try my best with this body right now, and if I'm honest... merely being a human porn star and not as exaggerated as all the other ponies is kind of my only remaining asset, and I'd like to hold onto that for a little while longer."

"In other words: Too much too soon," Celestia said.

I nodded, and I tilted my head down a little bit and looked at my drying, softening penis. "Though it might be time to add a few more inches..."

The Princess looked aside. "Maybe it's for the best for me too. If you had a human cock as huge as... as theirs..."

I remembered what Hoity Toity said about the subtle psychological effects of the shape of my penis. Did that scale up for everypony with size? "...it'd affect you even more," I finished for her. "Not to mention with how tight you are right now."

Some of that deep red blush was returning to her face. She took another big bite of cake and swallowed it almost too quickly. "I... miscalculated. I didn't consider that you'd make me feel... so much more full. And hit every sensitive spot at once..."

"Well, we learned things," I decided. "And that's exactly what we were trying to do."

Celestia smiled, then yawned. She floated the last crumbs of the cake back into the blue box and moved the box onto an end table. "It's been a long day," she noted. "For both of us."

"You can say that again..." A few moments after I said that, my whole body was wrapped in a yellow glow and I was lifted off the bed. "Wo-oo-oah! What the...?"

"There's one last thing I want to do tonight," Celestia said in a mysterious, playful tone. As I floated a few feet off the bed towards the wall, she moved herself over where I'd been laying and knelt towards me. "Partly in thanks, partly to... decompress."

While she kept me floating ahead and above her, her horn glowed extra-brightly and cast some kind of beam on her own body. Before my eyes (and for the very first time), I watched her whole body begin to grow, accompanied by a faint magical hum.

Most noticeably at first were her breasts. They surged forward with reckless abandon, covering square inch after square inch of her torso and, soon enough, the surface of the bed beneath me. Soon enough I couldn't even see their progress save for the way they rose higher and plumper on Celestia's chest – they had grown underneath my floating body. But I could start to see her buttcheeks growing so big behind her, stretching out those sun-shaped cutie marks, that you could use just one as a beanbag chair. Her kneeling stance changed as her hips widened to beyond breeder, beyond fertility goddess proportions, and no doubt her thighs thickened beneath those breasts, not to mention the way her vulva must've been plumping up. Even her lips gained greater mass, becoming eye-catching white cockpillows.

The growth slowed to a stop. Her ocean of white bosom had so much mass that it covered easily 75% of the bed, squished against the back wall and the bedposts. I was still floating, but I was gently lowered by Celestia until I was deposited right on top of her firm, bulging cleavage. I found myself settled in the crevasse of her ginormous breasts like they were some kind of makeshift hammock, with my feet dangling past Celestia's shoulders.

I was bewildered at what was going on, but Celestia just smiled and reached over her breasts to grab my legs and adjust me (and my returning erection) closer to her head. She actually grinned a little bit, knowing without a doubt how much I had to be enjoying this situation.

And I was enjoying this, once I got over the surprise. Celestia's full-sized breasts were squishy and soft and supple but supported me like thick and densely packed foam. I could hear the sloshing of her milk traveling through her breasts whenever I moved. And if I leaned my head back, I could briefly use just the slightest fraction of her yards-long cleavage like a pair of oversized earmuffs, or even just shove my head in backwards before pulling up for air. It may have been tragic that Celestia's natural body was a sexual playground, but it was still one hell of a playground.

Which re-raised the question of why she was doing this, why she'd taken the initiative on this. "But why?" I simply asked once I had finally suppressed my giddiness.

"Like I said... a reward," she replied, enunciating carefully to avoid lisping with her enlarged lips. Her eyes focused on my cock less than an inch in front of her muzzle, and she quietly added, "For you and for me."

"So... you're happy with how this went?" I followed up, a little confused.

Celestia didn't answer at first. She leaned forward, took my cock into her mouth, and swallowed it down nearly to the base. She didn't do anything fancy with it; she merely sucked it a few times. She pulled back, releasing my cock with a slurping pop, looked back at me, then chuckled. "It's mostly for that striptease. I still can't believe you took it that far."

"Well, neither can I," I admitted, enjoying the hell out of this casual blowjob setup. Idly, I ran my hands over the acres of white titflesh on either side of me.

The Princess's eyes fluttered briefly, but she regained her composure. "Every time it became too much tonight, or I started to fall into despair..." She leaned down and licked around the base of my cock, cleaning off some of the residue of our previous fucking. She rested my shaft against her cheek and said, "All I had to do was remember that image, the sight of you doing that for me, and my worries seemed to fade away."

My head was leaned back from the attention, but I smiled proudly and nodded a few times. "So it was a good icebreaker, is what you're saying."

"More than that," Celestia insisted with growing earnestness. "You showed me what you were willing to do for my sake. You showed me that I was... that I was worth it." The growing blush on her face this time didn't seem to be coming from arousal this time, but from something more like bashful admiration. "I'm not exaggerating when I say: I might treasure that memory for the rest of my life."

I took on a thoughtful expression. Strangely enough, this seemed to be a matter of self-esteem. Despite being the much-beloved Princess of Equestria on the polite side of her psyche, the repressed sexual side was just as unsure of herself as I was. And why wouldn't it be that bad? The Masters had taught her – quite thoroughly – that she was worth nothing in bed except as a fucktoy. Since the human Masters defined her entire sexuality (save for the occasional desperate affair with a secret stallion), nothing in the last 1300 years had ever really challenged that. And my arrival had psychologically kicked her back to those early days anyway. It wasn't just Celestia the Princess I had to rehabilitate; it was also Celestia from 1300 years ago, the newly freed slave. It seemed likely that a developmental disorder was in play... though it was way too early to be making diagnoses.

"Well, Celestia," I said slowly, "coming from an immortal, that's one hell of a compliment. Thank you. Do you think this therapy's showing promise, then?"

Her face went neutral for a little while as she thought about it, nearly for as long as I just had. Though I wasn't exactly in a position to read her thoughts, but only guess at them. At least my aura of Acceptance helped encourage her to be honest. Finally, she said, "I don't feel 'cured' yet. I don't know if we've taken a step towards a breakthrough. But at the very least..." She tilted her head around my dick and smiled at me. "At the very least, I feel better. And I don't think it's any more complicated than that. You've made me feel simply better tonight."

A warm feeling sprouted in my heart. "I'll count that as a victory," I replied. Looking around at my bed of boobs, I said, "So what do you want to do the rest of the night?"

Celestia nuzzled my cock against her cheek. "Just this for now. I'll let you know if I think of something else." She lifted her head up and took my dick into her mouth again. Her shoulders slumped a little as she took me to the base. I had to wonder if there was a part of her that found sucking cock relaxing, and whether this was her indulging that part.

A little nervous but hardly complaining, I said, "Alright then," and leaned back into my boob-hammock, letting the soft suction of her mouth lull me into relaxation and an eventual slow-burning orgasm.

I startled awake a couple of hours later. The lights had been dimmed, but I was still laying on Celestia's cleavage and... in fact, my cock was still wrapped up within her pony lips. Celestia's eyes were closed and her breathing through her nostrils was steady, but her mouth still occasionally sucked on me.

In her sleep. Like a pacifier.

I wasn't sure whether to laugh because it was absurd or 'aww' because it was kind of adorable. I settled for petting her dimly glowing mane of pastel-colored hair before settling back into my 'bed' for the night.

Author's Notes:

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