Monday morning, after breakfast, some lovemaking, and a shower, Derpy and I made our way through the palace towards the entrance hall. Derpy was nude as ever, and I was garbed in a complimentary robe – white with gold trim – and slippers. Sure, I didn't have to wear clothes thanks to my power, but after discussing it with my pegasus lover, we hashed out that, regardless of any societal pressure, I just preferred my modesty once in a while. I found it equally as comfortable as Derpy found her toplessness.

As we were about halfway to our destination, Derpy slowed down and scoffed at the whole situation. It was the least bubbly I'd ever seen her. "I can't believe– I know I said this already, but... Of all the girls in the world to be our 'third,' your 'second,' it had to be..."

"Trixie?" I slowed down to match her pace. "Great and Powerful Trixie? Magic Duel Trixie? Alicorn Amulet Trixie?"

"Put a Glass Dome Around All of Ponyville Trixie," Derpy muttered.

"Yeah, that's the one," I chuckled a little nervously. "I mean, that's kind of why we're meeting up, to touch base and see if this whole... thing will even work out between us. It's a mutual thing. Your input is just as valuable as mine. If, y'know, you're not really comfortable..."

"I don't know," Derpy replied, pouting. "You and Luna have told me all about how she helped you, and you've said all these things about how she's reformed... And I guess Twilight did forgive her back before she became an alicorn." She sighed. "I can trust she's not a villain anymore; that I can believe, no question. It's more like... I expected Lyra, or Fluttershy, or even Princess Twilight to be the first pony we try this poly thing with. Not Trixie."

"She's definitely an unusual choice. But..." I threw up a helpless shrug. "I guess I charmed her. And now we get to see where this goes."

"Where do you think it will go?" Derpy asked as she picked up the pace.

"I dunno."

"No, I mean – do you think she'll want to be a part of this?"

I had to think about that for a few moments. "Well... She didn't really mind being my sex slave for a day... Then again, I didn't really treat her or use her as a sex slave; more of a... subordinate sexy cheerleader." I shrugged. "But she's the one who suggested this whole polyamory thing. She's the one who sent the letter asking to meet up ahead of tonight's, uh, meeting. She's the one who wants to clear things with you." I couldn't help but start to laughed. "If anything, she's driving this fantasy more than I am!"

Derpy chortled back in kind. "That's a good sign."

We reached the entrance hall via the second-floor east-wing passage and started climbing down the stairs. Or at least I did – Derpy took flight and hovered beside me. I was briefly mesmerized by both the subtle bouncing of her breasts and the motion of her large wings, the feathers of which looked a little bit uneven. I made a mental note to ask somepony about wing grooming later.

When I regained my wits, I lowered my voice (the acoustics in the entrance hall were powerful) and said, "If there's anything I'm worried about, it's that... I might not be the same guy now that she got smitten with. Back then it was life-or-death and I was doing all this crazy stuff, and she seemed to like that. Now, by necessity, I'm gonna mellow out a bit, and I don't know if she's gonna find that as exciting."

Derpy rejoined me down on the landing and said, "I think the last few days have proven that... well, you're gonna get in those situations whether you try or not. You kinda can't help yourself. So if she's looking for crazy..."

She had me squarely pegged there.

"Mr. Pascal?" A royal guard approached from the first-floor hall to our right.

"Ah, hello," I greeted him. "Has our guest arrived?"

"She has."

"We'll welcome her, then."

The royal guard nodded his head respectfully, turned around, and walked towards a room immediately down the hall with another guard standing beside the door – I assumed it was some kind of waiting room. He opened the door and said, "Ms. Lulamoon." A few moments later, the guard stepped aside and allowed Trixie to confidently strut through, carrying a bag.

During that chaotic Saturday, the great and powerful unicorn had traveled with me throughout Canterlot wearing only a spare magician's hat and a pair of boots. Today, she was back in her street-legal performance outfit, but somehow even more alluring for it. Her blue breasts, even bigger prize pumpkins than Derpy's prize watermelons by a small margin, were contained by the triangular cups of her magician's leotard. Her long, shapely legs were clad in stockings. Whereas Derpy was chubby and soft, Trixie was curvy and toned.

When the unicorn caught sight of me, her violet eyes widened and a wide, excited smile grew on her face. "Pascal!" she cried out, and came rushing over to give me a running hug. I snuggled back against her, enjoying the feeling of her breasts crushing against my chest. She pulled back and looked me up and down. "You're alive! And– and looking sharp! Nice!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Derpy studying the mare intensely. Not just watching behavior, but she also seemed to be looking at the unicorn's breasts and comparing them to her own.

Trixie set the bag down by my feet and turned towards the naked pegasus. Her smile transformed into a smirk briefly – no doubt taking in Derpy's nudity, knowing full well that I was the cause. She extended her hand and said, "The Grrreat and Powerful Trixie, formerly this human's sex slave for a day. Nice to meet you."

Derpy laughed a little in good nature, but then said, "Ditsy Doo. Ponyville resident."

The unicorn pulled her hand back with a start, all smugness gone. "Ah," she said flatly. "I see..."

Derpy let Trixie stew in guilt for only a few seconds before putting up her hands reassuringly. "Everyone's told me you're fine now, so I believe them." She then stepped beside me and wrapped an arm around my torso in a not-so-subtly possessive gesture, brushing the sides of her milky boobs against my arm. "And you helped my coltfriend out when he really needed it, so if it weren't for all that amulet stuff, I'd owe you one. I'm happy to call it square if you are."

Trixie swallowed nervously, her eyes darting between me and her. "Yes, right... Heheh, sounds good to me..."

This was getting awkward, and I thought this whole power play Derpy was doing might be a little overboard. Desperately wanting a change of topic, I reached down for the bag Trixie had carried in. "What's this?" I opened it up. There was a bundle of clothes inside – my clothes!

"Fleur had your old things laundered in case you wanted them back," Trixie said. "I offered to take them to you personally. Oh, and she said she found a little extra in one of your pockets..."

Sure enough, off to one side of my neatly folded stack of socks, shirt, and jeans was a small black item. I pulled it out, and it unfolded into an extra-large pair of...

Derpy blinked, and her yellow eyes swiveled. "My panties!"

"Yours, huh?" Trixie asked. "What are they doing with Pascal's clothes?"

I just started giggling, red with embarrassment. "Oh gosh, these were in my pockets the whole time...?!"

"You forgot about them?" Derpy asked incredulously.

"It was a crazy day!" I protested, waving the panties around in the air. "Life or death!"

Derpy waved her hands. "Okay okay!"

"Awwwwww," Trixie cooed, looking between the two of us. "They must've been a good luck charm! How romantic. You were protecting him the whole time..."

Both of us looked at her, then back at each other, blushing in tandem. It was a silly situation, but darn it, it was our silly situation.

"Speaking of which," Trixie went on, stepping up to me and poking me in the chest, "it's time you told me what went down. I got your letter, and you're clearly still alive, but... I'm dying for some details."

"Well, that's what the meeting tonight is for," Derpy pointed out.

"Ugh! Like I'm going to wait all freaking day to hear why we were fighting Normality for an entire Saturday. C'mon, what's the holdup?"

I glanced past Trixie's face. The guards standing by the waiting room probably weren't within earshot, but this was still too public a place for this sort of conversation. "Let's head back to our room," I said, leading the girls back towards the stairs. "So we can have privacy, and... Trixie, you're probably going to want to sit down for this."

The Great and Powerful Trixie's jaw hung open.

She was sitting at the side of our suite's bed, while Derpy and I stood in front of her and spent the last few minutes going over the events of last night. My mad dash through the castle, Derpy's flight and staying with Luna, Celestia's geas-powered interrogation, turning it around and forcing the truth out of her, nearly getting fucked half to death by a crazed sex-doll version of the Princess of the Sun, and everything we'd been told about the ancient human Masters who created ponykind as a slave race.

About twenty seconds after we'd finished speaking, Trixie regained motor control. She took a deep breath and alternating between looking down at her own vast cleavage and looking up at us. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times as she searched for the words she wanted to say, until finally: "How..." She shook her head in bewilderment, her breasts jiggling side-to-side in their confinement. "How do you know this is all real? Like, maybe, um, the Princess could have lied, or..."

I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "Fat chance. They both told me essentially the same story independently – Luna in my dreams, and Celestia in person. It matches up with all the evidence I'd seen up to that point... but really, what more evidence do you need than what she turned into that night...?" I couldn't help but shudder at the memory. I was a hyper fetishist through and through, but I'd never seen my fetish used to torture and subjugate someone before. As much as I'd been terror-roused by the abundance of flesh at Sex-Dollestia's disposal, it was still... well, a perversion of my own perversions.

"What kind of worse thing could this story possibly hide?" Derpy pointed out. "Like, even if this was the story they made up and agreed on, what would be left? And I have a hard time believing they'd make up a story that's so... painful and shameful about themselves."

I nodded solemnly. "And it makes too much sense. Celestia hating me from the start, the scraps of rumors after she scrubbed humans from history, the addictive cum thing, the sheer size of every asset of every sapient bipedal creature..."

Trixie stood up abruptly and, without saying anything to us, marched towards the private bathroom. Derpy and I only followed a little bit, keeping our distance. Trixie pushed the bathroom door open with her magic and stood just in front of the doorway, presumably so she could see herself in the bathroom mirror. She pouted with her full lips, and her hands gently ran across the undersides of her titanic breasts.

"Trixie has always been proud of her body," she said after a minute of glaring at her reflection. "The way it draws everyone's eye, the way it paralyzes her lovers... And now you're telling me it really was a curse all along?"

"Ehh..." was my helpful answer. I wasn't really able to comment as an impartial observer. I thought her body was still sexy as hell, especially viewed in stark profile like I was seeing Trixie now.

"I like my boobs too," Derpy mumbled, taking a hesitant step forward. "But, um, I guess it helps to know where they came from..."

Trixie's hand idly tugged at the valley between the cups of her leotard, as though she was considering tearing the whole thing off. Then she suddenly said, "It doesn't matter, right?" When I expressed confusion, she clarified, "Your power. You don't have to worry about becoming a stallion anymore. ...Take it off me. All of it."

I knew from my experience with Moondancer that this always made things more complicated than it actually helped. But I'd gotten to know Trixie pretty well, and I trusted her. "Sure thing," I said after a moment, and snapped my fingers. Sparks of blue magical light flashed, and I was taken aback. I hadn't expected that to actually work...

The unicorn actually swayed a little bit, blinking multiple times as the events of the entire weekend re-contextualized themselves. When she righted herself, she stared at herself in the mirror again for a little while, and then peeled the cups of her outfit away from her breasts. Her dark blue nipples bounced into view, and I tried to ignore the very poorly timed tightening sensation beneath my robe. All eyes were on Trixie's magnificent naked boobs, even hers. Trixie twisted from side to side, as if studying them for the first time.

"Hmm," Trixie grunted. "I was right." She turned to face me, and smirked a bit as she caught my captivated expression. "I don't think that differently than how I did Saturday. Sure, if you'd outright asked me to be your 'sex slave' normally, I would've refused, but... I don't regret helping you out at all, or what we did. If anything, I'm actually more impressed with you."

My shoulders slumped in relief. "Thanks. Though it helps that you're not as conflicted as Moondancer was."

"Yeah, she told me about all that..." Trixie murmured, then went back to contemplating her naked tits in the mirror. "What's your take on all this, Pascal?"

"Mine?"

"You're on a planet full of sexy alien babes with sensitive bodies who'd love the taste of your cum," she said with a bit of a grin. "Sounds like a dream come true to me... but you're no average pervert. So what are you thinking right now?"

Feeling heavy-hearted, I made my way to the end of the bed and sat down. "I dunno, the first three weeks kinda set a precedent. You guys look like sex objects but you hate being leered at or treated like sex objects."

"Depends on the situation..." Trixie mused.

"So I did my best to stop thinking like that and see you all as, well, people. With lives and careers and goals and desires." I leaned back on the bed and shrugged. "Just with, y'know, humongous assets that I can't look away from." Gesturing at Derpy, I said, "And then I met you, and you showed me the other side of it. That a bunch of ponies – and others – carry around these assets, but you're told to basically pretend they don't exist. So now I'm like, 'Well, sex is still an issue... Ponies still want it, and some ponies need it.' Y'know, in sort of a psychological way. And a lot of what I saw after that kind of confirmed it."

"But what do you think now?" Trixie asked, rounding on me. "Now that you know that we're descended from former sex slaves!"

"Erm, that's what I'm trying to say!" I replied. "My opinion hasn't really changed. I respect your civilization even more now, because you literally fought for your freedoms, but... Learning about the Masters didn't alter my view of you guys in the present; it just answered the million questions that'd been building up. Really, it just made me realize that... I'd nearly fucked up thirteen-hundred years of progress."

"'Progress,'" Trixie muttered, staring down at her jutting ovaloid mammaries. "More like 'projection,' by Celestia."

Derpy frowned, and finally spoke up after listening to us talk for a while. "She had a strong reason. I don't agree with the sexual repression at all, but considering what the Masters did to her, I don't blame her. She probably wanted to balance out against our natural urges."

Trixie snapped her fingers loudly. "That's it. That's what killing me about all this." She turned back towards the mirror. "It's the same propaganda Moondancer was spewing at us at first. 'Sexual desire is corruption! Any attraction is a sin! Love should only be expressed between two ponies, behind closed doors, with the lights off, and in the missionary position for the purposes of procreation!!'" Trixie took a deep breath to calm down after her rant; her hands were balled into fists and she was practically snarling at the mirror. "But here it is: Celestia's proof. Proof that maybe we don't really control our sexuality. it's just on loan." She looked back at me over her shoulder. "So is she right? Was she right all along??"

Huh. If that was the real question... "I-I don't think so," I admitted. "This is my opinion, so take that for what it's worth, but I disagree. I think her idea of a healthy sex-life balance is WAY off the mark. How couldn't it be? Sexual addiction was her leash. And no pony since has been able to satisfy her like a human can. She hasn't ever had a healthy sexual relationship."

"So you think she's wrong," Trixie confirmed a little triumphantly. "You think everypony can determine for themselves how much sex is 'right,' and whether it makes them happy."

"Yeah, more or less," I said with a bit of a nervous laugh. "Was that what you wanted to hear?"

Trixie finally tore herself away from the mirror. "I guess a little..." She sat down on the bed at my left. Derpy mirrored the motion and sat down to my right, so they were both flanking me with their sexy bodies and humongous tits. Trixie just stared off into space and muttered, "When you finished talking about the whole Masters thing, I got worried that you'd boarded the same 'Sex is Evil' train as the rest of Equestria. Sure, this whole thing is... disturbing really, but..." Trixie trailed off and let out a sigh.

Derpy started to snicker. "You were worried for his libido?"

"I mean, yeah!" Trixie replied seriously. "Here we are, two mares with breasts more than twice the size of our heads, and you aren't even getting a little bit handsy!"

"Talking about heavy crap like this always ruins the mood," I muttered with a shrug. "And I did some stuff with Derpy before you got here, so, y'know, my mind's clear right now."

"Only a matter of time," Derpy added, still giggling and setting her breasts a-quakin'.

Trixie hummed thoughtfully, and from the side I could see a somewhat cat-like smile push her cheeks upward. "You know..." she mused, her tone conspicuously sly all of a sudden, "who else is coming to this meeting tonight?"

Putting a finger to her chin, Derpy said, "Um... The Elements of Harmony, me, you, Moondancer and Spitfire, Lyra and Bon Bon, I guess whoever in the royal staff the Princesses think should know about this... Oh, and Princess Cadance and Shining Armor from the Crystal Empire are coming too."

I audibly swallowed.

"Ohohohohoo~!" Trixie chortled teasingly. "And hasn't Cadance been getting much, much bigger from the pregnancy?"

My legs and thighs tensed up.

Derpy let out a little gasp as she realized where Trixie was going with this, and suddenly she was wearing an evil sneer to match Trixie's. "Maybe," she replied, "or I heard maybe she was always that big, and she's using the pregnancy, and the power from the Crystal Heart, as an excuse to 'grow out.'"

"Either way, she's huge and she's not afraid to hide it," Trixie agreed.

Unconsciously, I squeezed my thighs together and pressed a hand down over my crotch. "Uh, girls...?"

"What are we going to do, Ditsy?!" the great and powerful unicorn cried out in mock horror. "With Pascal around that many busty ladies, there's no telling if he'll be able to resist the temptation! He could blurt out something perverted and enslave every top official in Equestria in one fell swoop!"

Derpy's muzzle scrunched up in seriousness. "You're right, there's only one thing we can do."

Both mares turned their heads toward me as one. Experiencing fear, I started crawling backwards on the bed. "Um... y'know... that's not really... necessary..."

Undeterred, Derpy crawled after me, dragging her fat nipples across the sheets. Trixie undressed with her magic, sending her boots, hat, and cape flying away, and peeling off her leotard and stockings (moaning in exaggerated pleasure as she did so) before dumping them at the foot of the bed. Then, utterly naked with her curvy body on full display, she got into the 'prowling lioness' routine too. "We're going to have to drain you dry, Pascal," Trixie half-growled. "For the good of Equestria."

My head bumped against the cushions – I had nowhere to run. At the very least, some part of my brain thought, this would be much more pleasurable than the last time a mare literally drained my balls.

Both mares had my knees completely buried beneath their breasts, blue and gray rubbing their sides against each other. And then, briefly, Trixie stopped. "If, of course, you'll let me join in," she said, dropping the act and looking at Derpy.

Derpy also stopped and looked back at Trixie. She seemed to think about it for a moment, and then smiled and nodded. "Sure. I think you'll be a great addition to the harem."

"You're officially calling it that??"

"Well, not yet, but yeah, I wanna try it out. Sounds fun."

Trixie chuckled and shook her head at the incredulity of it all. "Oh, you two are just perfect."

Then both of them were back in 'lioness' mode. Trixie's horn glowed again, and my robe flew open and was yanked out from under me. My dick, not completely hard yet due to intimidation, raised up to meet the two mares' gaze. Both mares shifted forward so that their boobs buried my dick – not between their cleavages, but between Derpy's left boob and Trixie's right boob. I groaned and, unable to resist anymore, brought my hands to the outside breasts and started squeezing and rubbing.

"Ooohh," Derpy moaned, unused to this new kind of stimulation of her sensitive breasts.

Leering at the pegasus, Trixie chuckled and said, "Of course you're a boobgasm mare. You're going to be just as bad as him, aren't you? Better make sure you're satisfied too..." Her horn sparked to life again, and a second later, Derpy's moans intensified. All I could see was a faint glow coming from both mares' behinds, so I assumed that Trixie was going for magical clit stimulation on both of them. Girl was still as talented as ever.

I went for Trixie's left nipple with my hands in response. "Like you're one to talk..." I groaned out, still overwhelmed by the feeling of two slightly different boobs rubbing against my cock. Derpy's was heavy and flowing, while Trixie's was smooth and bouncy. It was a delicious contrast, as titfucks went.

Trixie did her best to keep a straight face, but she was losing the fight. Not that she could complain, since she was the one playing with her own pussy. "Ahh... s-somepony has to make sure this group of near-virgins knows how to actually have fun..."

Derpy gasped and tried to catch her breath. "Oh, is that what you're after? A bunch of easy targets...?" She lunged at Trixie, grabbing her muzzle and forcing her into a kiss with one hand, while reached underneath to maul Trixie's cunt with the other. Trixie squeaked into Derpy's mouth in surprise and moaned even stronger. Her horn's glow intensified, and both girls' pussies practically hummed with the magical vibration as they kissed each other deeply.

This change in position – Derpy's lunge and pulling Trixie to the side – had the side effect of putting all four breasts closer to my cock. I propped my arms behind each set of tits and mashed them together, completely smothering my cock in a four-way cleavage, and I just started humping with wild abandon.

Trixie's eyes opened and rolled back as she came first. An extra blast of magic sent Derpy over the edge shortly after. Both mares gasping and taking heaving, pleasured breaths not only turned me on further, but it made their now-sweaty breasts bounce and shift against my dick. Thirty more seconds of vigorous thrusting later, while the other two were cooling down, and I exploded into the cloverleaf cleavage.

"That..." Trixie murmured as she enjoyed the feeling of me pulsing between her breasts, "that, or I get you two to shape up, and I still win."

When my orgasm finally petered out, I groaned, "Yeah, that's kind of her strategy. Dom, rile us up, then switch."

Derpy got breathlessly giggly. "Heehee... Alright, that was kinda fun." With a sudden whap, the tip of her wing swung down and swatted Trixie on the ass, making her jump a little. "My turn, then."

Trixie 'oooooh'd in renewed interest.

I raised a hand. "Do I get a turn?"

"Your 'turn' is having two beautiful mares give you outercourse all day," Trixie replied. "So no."

"That's the other thing," I muttered. "There's a lot of hours between now and the big meeting. If we avoid the addictive cum thing, is there even enough stuff for us to do...?"

"I'm sure we'll think of something," Trixie purred, then cast a spell to clean up my semen from their breasts.

Next thing I knew, Derpy was swinging a leg over me and straddling my chest, casting my face in the shadow of her big beautiful butt. I didn't even get a chance to respond before she crushed me under her glutes – though I hardly minded, because it was high time I got Derpy's fat cheeks on my face. I wasn't really in tongue range of her pussy yet, so I started motorboating instead, which made her laugh.

"Good choice, Mistress," Trixie cooed, crawling forward and cozying up to Derpy's sensitive tits. "I was apparently his first cunnilingus, but that just means he's all trained up for you!"

Derpy rearranged herself so that I could start exploring her folds with my tongue. "Mistress... Ooh, I like that." A few moments later, she abruptly sat upright. "Hey, I got an idea for later! Do you think we could convince some royal guards to let us 'borrow' their armor?"