When I next awoke, there was (to my mild disappointment) no mouth around my cock. In fact, not only was I no longer resting in a smooth hammock of oversized tits, I was alone in Celestia's bed with the sheets pulled up over my naked body. Feeling around with my arms a bit revealed a vacancy next to me that had to be recent.

I rolled onto my side and looked to the windows to see how much of the day I'd already missed. Turned out that the light was still reddish-orange, and a long shadow of a certain tall winged unicorn was being cast from the balcony. Maybe it had been the faint sound of Celestia's sunny magic that had started my process of waking. Part of me wished I'd woken up on my own a little sooner – this was the second time in a week I'd missed the chance to watch the raising of the sun live.

After the ceremony was complete, Celestia came back into the bedroom and, with a bit of a start, noticed I was awake. Her head quickly tilted aside, trying not to look either grumpy or embarrassed.

I got the vibe that she wasn't happy with me, but I wasn't sure how to address it. "G'mornin'," I slurred from the bed.

Her expression softened and she fixed me with a strangely automatic-looking smile. "Good morning to you, Pascal," she said in that practiced, warm, motherly voice of hers.

Force of habit, maybe? Either way, I wasn't totally buying it. "Uh, something wrong?" I asked carefully.

Now a proper frown revealed itself. "I– Nngh." Her hand rose to her temple as if to hide herself, and her eyes suddenly found the wardrobe very fascinating. "I can't believe I fell asleep with your..."

"Ah." A moment hanged between us. "I thought it was kind of adorable."

Celestia groaned and wiped her face, growing increasingly nervous. "It just... came so naturally. And it was so relaxing, I..." She shook her head. "I don't like that. I don't like the idea of my body being wired to find your penis so... so singularly soothing."

I sat up from my lazy sideways position and tapped the mattress with my fingers thoughtfully. "Dependence versus independence..." I muttered.

"Exactly," Celestia said with a few worried nods.

I hummed and put my hand to my chin. This bounce back from last night was a little annoying, but not all that surprising. There was a bit of a conundrum here. I was both a source of torture and comfort to her. Every aspect of me aroused her to superhuman levels, even if I was ultimately the only one who could satisfy her cravings (at least partially). There was relief, but there would always be some frustration afterwards.

And let's face it, I was not exactly her ideal lover.

Celestia seemed to sense some aspect of my dissatisfaction and said hastily, "I'm not upset with you, to be clear. And I know that you don't think any less of me for it. It's just... hard to imagine what all of my citizens would think of it."

I sighed in sympathy. "Fair enough." My hand clapped against my sheet-covered thigh. "Still! I think we made progress, didn't we?"

After a moment, Celestia closed her eyes and smiled – not entirely a genuine smile, but not entirely forced either. A quiet "Mmhmm," was all she said.

Our conversation was cut short by the sound of flapping wings from the balcony. I saw another shadow stretch across the floor, and when the wings folded back it was almost a perfect match for the first one. Celestia turned to see her sister step into the room, looking grumpy and tired. "Um... Long night, Luna?"

"Yeah-mm," Luna grumbled, her head swiveling towards me. I was briefly enchanted by the way the light of the rising sun played against the starry night of Luna's ever-flowing mane, but when I refocused I noticed that the younger goddess had faint wrinkles under her big cyan eyes. Quickly and bluntly, she looked back at Celestia and asked, "Are you done with him?"

Naturally, the elder Princess was taken aback. "Buh... what...?"

I just raised an eyebrow and chuckled nervously at Luna's question. It was getting increasingly common to feel like I was being passed around like a hunk of meat. I wasn't objecting, mind, since I was getting to fuck the Princesses, but it was still bewildering and bemusing.

Luna turned and got right in her sister's face. "I have been patient. I waited until he was cured. I waited until you got your first dibs. I didn't even cheat by doing it in his dreams. But you are not the only former sex slave bearing the weight of a nation on her shoulders while craving a hot load from our only human ally in thirteen-hundred years." She took a deep breath and huffed out her built-up frustration. "Simply put: I want my turn."

Celestia was utterly confused. "I... Well... There's nothing stopping you?" she said searchingly. She clearly didn't understand where the anger was coming from. To be fair, neither did I.

Luna wiped at her brow, weary from whatever the night's frustrations had been. "I feared you might keep him throughout the day or something like that."

At that, Celestia looked at me with some consideration. The way she lingered meant that the idea had definitely crossed her mind. But she shook her head. "It would be too risky. And part of this therapy means learning to deal with the... withdrawal as much as the attraction." It looked excruciating for Celestia to have to say that out loud.

"Good," Luna said forcefully. She turned to me. "Pascal, would you object to a 'roll in the hay' as I turn in to sleep?"

My eyes shot wide open, and I involuntarily grinned. "Fuckin– Do I look like the kind of guy who would object?"

"No, just wishy-washy," Luna responded without missing a beat. "Come."

I was encased in an aura of sparkling blue magic and lifted up from the covers. I was still naked, and Celestia averted her eyes as my junk came into view. I noticed my strewn-about clothes being levitated along with me as Luna carried me toward the balcony behind her. The blue alicorn spread her wings to take off.

"Luna...!" Celestia said with a bit of panic. "We can't have anypony see him leaving my tower nude!"

"We shall be swift!"

Luna's magic gripped me more tightly all over, as if to brace me. Like a shot out of a cannon, we took to the air, gaining dozens of yards of altitude within seconds. Somehow, Luna's magic spared me most of the intense vertigo and g-forces, though at some point I had flipped upside down and gained a pretty view of the entire castle from above.

Just as soon as we took off, Luna landed on another tower balcony. The door was shoved open and I was tossed inside before I could even get my bearings. My clothes were tossed in multiple directions, and I landed haphazardly on another giant royal bed. This one was much more stylized, with a frame in the shape of a crescent moon and bearing star-patterned sheets and curtains. I only got a brief look around the bedroom; there was not much furniture and the thick curtains around every window rendered the entire room devoid of sunlight. Though some kind of mysterious sparkling luminescence in the walls gave off a bit of a glow even while the nearby lanterns were off, giving the room an even greater star-touched feel.

I was lucky to even note that much detail before I was pounced upon. Luna dove onto the bed in front of me, landing so that she was laid on her stomach between my legs. Her own legs stuck out on either side of the lower curl of the crescent-moon bed frame. As her eyes fixated on my nude crotch, her long horn sparkled with power – power that was currently being used to invigorate my morning wood.

"So, you're uh..." I said as I was getting stroked off in front of Luna's face, "a bit more confident in your sexu–"

A field of magic pinched my lips shut.

"No psychoanalysis," Luna insisted firmly, looking up at me as my cock rested against her nose. "No heartfelt talks. I have had enough of those tonight." She yawned; my dick threatened to pop into her mouth there and then. She then pouted up at me and said, "I'm tired. Can we please just fuck?"

She released her magical grip on my mouth. I rolled my eyes a bit, but shrugged. "How can I say no to that face?" I teased. "Whatcha looking for tonight– er, this morning?"

"Whatever–" Sniff. "–animalistic desire emerges from my loins," Luna said hungrily, her eyes unfocusing as she seemed to relish the weight of my cock on her face. "Ahhh... For the moment, some satisfaction for the burning itch in my throat..."

She pulled back and let my head land in the fold of her long, broad pony tongue. That tongue curled beneath the crown and quite literally pulled me inside her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around my girth. Luna then settled into a gentle, rhythmic sucking, making little effort to hurry or rush, mostly massaging the shaft with her incredibly soft lips. She didn't show any of the desperation Celestia had. In a bizarrely hot way, Luna was a picture of confident regality even in her oral attentions.

It was a struggle not to lose my mind to the sheer comfort of it all, but a sparkle of magic and some discrete motions caught my senses. As Luna shifted onto her elbows, I realized she was taking off her dress with magic – peeling off the form-fitting midnight gown from her body with magic while she blew me. She slipped it down her legs, showing her tight bum beneath her waving starry tail. The dress was attached to a hanger and carried off to a nearby closet to be immediately forgotten. The silver shoes and gloves, the black necklace and crown – all followed suit. Without skipping a beat, Luna was now nude before me on her royal bed.

The corners of her mouth smirked; I must have been slack-jawed at her magical stripping display. Luna drew her head back and smacked her lips off my cock. She took a second to suck off the excess saliva she'd left there. "I can still taste a bit of her on you," she noted with a continued smile. "She must have soaked you through when you fucked her."

Even though Luna had forbidden it for this morning, I was dying to ask some questions now.

Of course, anyone would look bewildered at a woman delighting in the residual taste of her sister, and Luna seemed to relish my reaction. She licked my cock again and nuzzled it against her supernaturally soft cheek. It poked cutely against her skin, drooling pre. "I will admit," she said, "this is giving me a very nostalgic feeling." Luna closed her eyes and lowered her head to the sheets, burying her nose against my resting balls. "Mmmm," her muffled voice continued, "when all we had to worry about was worship and following the Masters' commands..." She very slowly dragged her tongue across my ballsack and all the way back up to my tip, which she suckled for a while, her eyes remaining locked on mine in a performative way. Then she pulled back again and said, "A gilded existence, to be sure... but we had some happiness there. It would be unhealthy to deny that."

I raised an eyebrow. Now she was the one waxing philosophical?

"You're right," she responded to my unspoken question. "Enough talk." Her horn lit up and created an aura around the base of my shaft, squeezing and sliding up and down the lower six inches of my length. "It's time for that load I've been thirsting for. You've certainly taken enough time."

"Nearly blacked out last night," I groaned out as explanation as she magically stroked me off.

Luna chortled aloud at that. "She certainly was a ravenous one, even before their cruel change upon her." She pouted her lips and kissed the underside of my cock a couple of times, lifting it up with her hand so she could kiss her way down to the base and give a few loving, pleading sucks to my balls.

That bit of worship pushed me across the point of no return. My cock pulsed in readiness, and Luna leapt to attention with glee, burying my entire length in her face – and only barely tickling the back of her throat. 12 inches was nothing to a 9-foot alicorn's cock-hungry mouth.

Like just about every time since my encounter with Photo Finish, the pressure built up to almost unbearable, volcanic levels before explosively releasing, firing massive spurts in great big spasms. Luna's velvety mouth kept me carefully contained as my cock threatened to thrash about. Gush after gush of semen splashed against, presumably, the back of her throat, but she gulped every shot down with practiced ease. Her eyes closed, and the blush across her dark blue cheeks deepened, as my hot cum settled into her stomach. She hummed in satisfaction, which vibrated my cock and coaxed at least one more spurt out of me.

As my orgasm drew to a close, Luna pulled away just enough so that my last drops could settle on her tongue. She seemed to smile and savor the taste. She swallowed, but her lips and tongue continued to squeeze and massage the sensitive areas beneath the crown, which briefly revived my pleasure and brought on a few fresh spasms even after I thought I was done. The sensation was so prolonged that random specks of color began to appear at the center of my vision.

Finally, mercifully, Luna slipped her mouth off my cock and gently cleaned it with laps of her tongue. She swallowed again for good measure, then said, "Even without the 'active ingredient'... It is still as delicious as I remember. Thank you for being so giving, Pascal." She gave me a slightly evil smirk, knowing full well that this was hardly charity on my part.

I was still a little out of sorts, but I was fairly confident this wasn't over yet. "Thank goodness for parallel evolution," I muttered dryly, wiping sweat off my brow. "What does Her Highness's libido want next?"

Luna yawned greatly – the dim light had obscured and made me forget how tired she was. As her maw stretched open, I could see small specks of white still inside on her back gums. The yawn passed, and she smacked her lips and stared off into space in thought.

If she wants to stare off into space, my inner monologue snarked, she doesn't need to look much farther than her own head. I couldn't believe how much I was my own mood-ruiner.

"I think I know what will suffice," Princess Luna said, thankfully bringing me back out of my own head.

Her horn lit up, and I was once again levitated up off the comfort of the royal pillows and bedsheets. Luna took my place at the head of the bed, and I was dumped between her legs this time. For a moment I thought she wanted me to return the favor, but I was frozen in place by the sight of her growing.

Luna's hips, thighs, and tits expanded back up to the size I had first seen in the dream world. A shadow of her sister's sex-doll form, but still an order of magnitude greater than even Fluttershy's endowments. Her big blue mammaries overflowed her lap and nearly overtook her knees. The memory of being able to curl up in her cleavage came back to me like a bolt of lightning, and my mouth watered. Her big dark blue nipples magnetized me, but I fought to stay still until she told me what she wanted to do.

She spread her legs – and her tits – and reached under one massive boob to play with her own now puffed-up pussy. The lips winked open on their own, revealing both the pink pearl of her clit and the gooey lubrication that had already built up inside. Luna stuck just the tip of her middle finger inside and gently stirred it around, grinning at me as I became entranced. "I would have you take me like this," she said smugly. "Gently, and with your best breast massage. I think I would sleep soundly after such treatment."

Hallelujah briefly played in my head. Then, almost immediately after, I had worrisome, irrational thoughts about how the hell my out-of-shape arms would apply TLC to such a massive 'canvas,' and what the risks might be of somehow pissing Luna off with a lackluster performance.

I silenced both sides. I had a fuckin' job to do.

Almost robotically, I crawled my way toward the thick giantess, though I had to pause a moment to figure out the positioning. Luna's boobs were truly massive in her reclining position, so much so that I'd need to lift or push them out of the way so that my hips could meet Luna's as I fucked her without bumping into the bottoms of her titanic breasts. Such was the absurdity of my life – boobs too big for seated intercourse.

There was only one solution to this bit of jiggly calculus. I reached under both breasts and hefted them up with all my might, scooping them up against my chest as I moved my achingly stiff prick into range. Luna's breasts were of course magically much lighter than they looked, but there was enough mass to them that manipulating them at least felt a bit like a Herculean feat.

I took her right breast, lifted the cup-sized nipple up to my mouth, and wrapped my lips around it as best I could. Luna sharply gasped and moaned as I suckled and pressed my whole upper body into the big blue tit, squishing it between our bodies. My left hand massaged the boob in front of me, my right hand gently massaged the other one in wide circles, and somehow in all this I managed to line up my cock and gently insert it into Luna's waiting tunnel of love, where the internal muscles instantly began to stroke and milk my length.

A dangerous thought occurred to me, and I stopped for a moment. I let the giant nipple out of my mouth and looked past the pancaked boob at Luna's face. "Wait. You don't lactate rainbow ambrosia milk, do you?" I asked. Even at the thought of my experience with the liquid ecstasy Celestia had dosed me with on our fateful first night, my cock throbbed with painful ardor.

"Huh?" Luna mumbled, her brow furrowing at the interruption. When she finally registered my question, though, her eyes widened and she frowned. "I... am not giving milk now..." she muttered slowly, "but were you to re-induce it, I imagine that, yes, it would still be ambrosia. It's been so long that I had nearly forgotten..." She looked depressed for a moment, but fought her way out of it and returned to a businesswoman-like expression. "No matter. Continue, please."

I did, making a note not to churn Luna's breasts too much. Back at that topless party last Friday, I'd managed to induce lactation in Fluttershy within minutes of constant rough breast play (though I could hardly remember what number of minutes; it had all been a hazy, lusty blur). I would have to avoid that here with Luna.

Not that I was disappointed in losing one of my fetishes. I was still fucking the Princess of the Night while pressing every available inch of my body up against her giant fucking titties. I was in a starry nighttime heaven as far as I was concerned.

Her breasts really were utterly fantastic – insert 'udderly' joke here. Awful and poorly timed brain-puns aside, the mild anti-friction and anti-gravity properties of the pony breast really made a difference here, letting me slide my chest all over their wobbly weight, licking with abandon, without sticking or rubbing us raw. Keeping up the steady pumping motion of my hips was almost an afterthought, one that I had to concentrate hard upon occasionally so I didn't forget in all the breast worship.

Luna seemed to be enjoying it, to my delight, cooing and gasping at every opportunity. "Ah... Oooh... Yes..." she moaned. "Nice human... Nice human...!"

I was a little miffed/intrigued at the implied pet-play going on there, but thankfully the light of the room (and the mass of her right boob) hid the questioning motion of my eyebrows. The feeling passed a moment later.

Luna's cunt squeezed like a vise around my length, and a spurt of femcum escaped the seal around my cock and splashed against my balls. Luna out a quivering moan and reclined her head back as her whole body shook and bucked from the pleasure coursing through her. When the moment passed and the grip around my cock loosened, Luna groaned out, "More, more, don't stop...!"

I had no intention of stopping.

I switched breasts, letting her right boob drift a bit to the side and pulling her left nipple up to my face for a good sucking. Such was their size that I could only give my full attention to one at a time. But my full attention I did give again, making out with her other turgid blue-black nipple and rubbing my chest and hands all over the surrounding silky skin, once in a while paying special attention to her puffed-out areola. All the while still remembering to fuck her in a machine-like but not forceful fashion.

Luna's body shifted as she stretched out, yawning, sinking further into the comfort of her bed even as I lavished attention upon her true form. She grinned faintly and mumbled, "Do not mistake that for boredom... you are doing a most adequate job. I am just... relaxing..."

As always, part of me took that the wrong way as a blow to my male pride. It would be far more fulfilling to leave her breathless, exhausted, and utterly satisfied in a sweaty heap. But my rational mind pointed out that, one, my body just wasn't built to truly satiate the repressed lust of the alicorns; two, if I was built that way, it would only exacerbate the human-worship problem; and three... that wasn't what the lady ordered. She'd asked for a few quickies before bed. A perfectly reasonable request.

Chuckling, Luna reached over and tousled my short hair as I pressed my face into her left breast. "This is more like it..." she rasped out sultrily. Her body slid further and further down, until she was almost completely on her back and I was on top of her. Her breasts shifted from a hanging rest to protruding like mountains up off her chest, taking their weight off me and making it easier to cover their expanses with kisses and rubs. It made the actual intercourse a little more interesting, though – I had to lift her legs to get into a better position to piston her. I ended up fucking her a little faster, as my cooldown was over and I was racing to a big finish again.

Luna's hands reached back and gripped the pillows around her head, as if bracing herself. Her teeth bit her bottom lip, and her eyes rolled up just a little bit into her head. Half her face had a reddish-purple tint, and there was a light sheen of sweat all over her body (and plenty more sweat coming off mine).

A moment later, Luna came again, her cunt squeezing me tightly at a moment I was balls-deep inside her. "Pascaaaaaalllll..." she moaned out. The combination of the tightness and her sexy fucking deep voice calling out my name in orgasm... it triggered my own release quite quickly. After a moment of high-pressure buildup, I painted her insides with my seed over and over and over again, while her pussy squeezed and pulled in exact unison to draw my cum as deeply into her body as possible, almost gulping at it like a second mouth.

Her huge nipple softened slightly in my mouth. Her whole body went slack at once as the tension of cumming left her. Luna took a deep breath and let out a happy sigh, then tapped my shoulder with her hand. "That is enough," she said sleepily, her eyes beginning to close. "I am sufficiently tired. Would that I could keep you all morning..." She yawned again, then magically lifted me from the bed (and out of her pussy) and deposited me next to the bed. She pulled the blankets over her gigantic oversexed form, in no way disguising her enormous figure. "...but I'm sure you have other plans."

I stood there somewhat awkwardly, looking down at my dripping penis, then around to figure out where my clothes landed, then back at Luna. "Glad I could help," I said, a bit nonplussed at this sudden stop.

"The pleasure," Luna said with a giggle as she turned over (lifting one huge tit over so she could sleep on her side, forming a giant wall of two enormous boobs), "was all mine..."

Sure was, I refrained from saying aloud. I was still kind of raring to go here, if my stubborn erection was anything to go by. I'd just had a good night's sleep. I still had a whole day ahead of me. What was I supposed to do now?

Luna's breathing changed sooner than I expected, and it was clear she was already off to her own dreamland.

At least the smile on her face was kind of cute. Guess I'd done a good job.

I sighed and looked down at my cock again. There was a mix of our cum soaking the whole length. I carefully took my finger and wiped across a part of my crotch that only had Luna's juices staining it, then brought it up to my mouth.

Luna's taste was kinda fruity... but I couldn't place the flavor. It was delectable, though. I could certainly say that. Dammit, should've asked to do a 69 while she was blowing me. That thought brought on a moment of introspection – I was getting really into cunnilingus these days. Last week I was nervous as hell about the idea, but now I was disappointed at missed opportunities to taste goddesses? Okay, maybe that was self-explanatory.

It was actually a bit chilly in Luna's bedroom, I was beginning to notice. I gathered up my clothes and searched for Luna's bathroom and shower so I could clean up. It was Derpy's last emergency day off from work, and the first day that I could have all kinds of sex with her without addicting her. I had no plans yet, other than a goal to make it a magical experience. Somehow.