Born-Again Beau

Furrowing his brow, Anon glared down at the scale; either the infernal contraption was broken or he’d gained a touch of weight for nearly four weeks in a row. Stepping over, towards the standing mirror beside the closet door, he appraised himself. Compared to his appearance a year ago, he looked like a totally different person.

His hair, once relatively short, was so long that it reached his lower back. The decently toned muscle he’d had was gone, replaced by slender curves and soft, nearly hairless skin. Looking over his shoulder, he inspected his backside. Large and plump, far bigger than it used to be, his tush was nearly double its original size. Turning in place, examining his softened features, he cupped his chest.

He’d had some suspicion that his body had been steadily changing, but his budding bosoms had cemented the notion. Nearly a B cub, his breasts had been slowly increasing in size. The only warning he’d had that something was going on with his chest had been how sensitive his nipples had been, yet that had only been a prelude for what was to come.

While certain parts of Anon had grown, others had done the opposite. His package, which had been a relatively average size, had shrunken substantially. Even fully erect, his manhood stood no more than two or maybe three inches; to be truthful, he hadn’t cared to measure it. As with his tool, his testes had also decreased in size; little more than a cute little coin purse, they were roughly a third of their original heft.

Strangely enough, Anon really wasn’t upset with the gradual transformation. None of the castle staff had mentioned the changes he’d been going through, nor had they commented on his attire. Over the past few weeks, he’d begun wearing women’s clothing on an increasing basis. He’d been nervous at first, but the only remarks he’d gotten were complimentary. Honestly, he’d started enjoying his newfound sense of self - especially because of one particular pony.

Princess Celestia, one of the diarchs of all Equestria and his employer had essentially kickstarted his metamorphosis, after expressing an interest in him. Impossibly tall and muscular, standing head and shoulders above him, she was, for all intents and purposes, a living goddess and the embodiment of everything he found appealing. The fact that she was an insanely well hung dickmare was simply a bonus - one which he’d found himself increasingly obsessed with.

Sure, Anon had always been interested in her equipment, but lately he’d become downright infatuated with the thick, vascular stallionhood and ripe, pendulous balls the Princess had. After she’d admitted to being attracted to him, playfully calling him her mare, his devotion became fanatical. Time after time, he found himself looking for excuses to service her in every imaginable way.

Not long after making their relationship official, Celestia had asked that he move into her private suite in the palace. Astoundingly well furnished, sporting a bedroom, kitchenette, lounge, study, and bathroom, the penthouse was easily large enough to comfortably accommodate the two. Leaping at the opportunity, he packed what few belongings he had and settled in with her.

As time passed and his physiology altered, the finer details of his employment changed. Originally, he’d been hired as her personal attendant; he still technically was, although he had come to serve her in a different way. Instead of working as a courier and scribe, he essentially became her live-in maid and stress relief - not that he minded, of course.

His body, much like his taste in clothing, had grown to reflect his position. He rarely, if ever, got himself off, unless it was via anal stimulation to warm himself up for his lover. He seldom gave a second thought to his manhood, considering he was more than capable of getting off without it. Throughout his time with the alicorn, his ass had become increasingly sensitive - easily allowing him to peak from getting fucked senseless. Still, bedroom shenanigans aside, he still had duties to tend to.

Cleaning the apartment, preparing meals for them, tending to the laundry, and ensuring Celestia was as comfortable as possible, all were part of Anon’s daily routine. Adapting to his role like a fish to water, he’d flit about the suite dressed in feminine, often painfully revealing clothing. From what he could gather, given the Princess’ complimentary remarks and advances, she was more than pleased with everything about him.

The though of his lover sent a shiver up his spine, snapping him from his reverie. Humming contentedly to himself, he sauntered into the bedroom to get dressed. His mid afternoon shower, after tidying up their little home, had several purposes. Firstly, it allowed him to get cleaned up, inside and out, in preparation for the Princess’ return. Secondly, it gave him an excuse to don something she’d find appealing.

Skipping to the bed, Anon began clothing himself in the outfit he’d selected. A neon pink micro-skirt, matching tube top, as well as a black satin thong and leggings were what he’d chosen for the afternoon - a favorite ensemble of the Princess. Slipping into the snug outfit, concealing his diminished package within the silken undergarment, he made himself ready for her.

After getting dressed and putting on a pair of stiletto heels, he strutted over to the vanity Celestia had purchased for him. Equipped with a wide assortment of perfumes and various types of makeup, the piece of furniture also sported a large mirror. Seating himself before the reflective surface, he prettied himself up a bit - nothing too extravagant, but just enough to accentuate his flourishing feminine side.

Applying just a touch of cherry blossom fragrance to himself, Anon smiled at his reflection. He was almost ready for his Princess’ return - almost. Opening one drawer of the dressing table, he retrieved an oversized anal plug and a bottle of lube. Although there was no guarantee that he’d be getting railed out that evening, he’d much rather be safe than sorry.

Strolling back towards the standing mirror, he applied a generous portion of the gooey lubricant to the sex-toy. While it was true that he could handle Celestia’s size without too much trouble, he liked to be prepared for action at a moment’s notice. When the beautiful demigod was ready to get her dick wet - especially if it meant he’d be getting his brains fucked out - he wouldn’t want to stop her.

Sinking to his knees, facing away from the reflective surface, Anon looked back at himself. Setting the hefty plug on the floor, he flipped the back of his skirt up and tugged his thong to the side. The lube was water based and would wash out easily, but he did his best to avoid getting any on his clothes. He sank upon the molded silicone, carefully rocking back, until the widest portion slipped into him. Firmly plugged, with a nonchalance belying the size of the toy in his ass, he straightened his attire and proceeded to the living room.

Snatching up an issue of Play Mare he’d just gotten in the mail, he hopped onto the couch and idly flipped through the pages of the magazine. Celestia would likely be home within the hour, given her itinerary for the day, so he whiled away the time. Though he wasn’t really into stallions, he’d learned a few helpful tips on how to service a dick from various articles in the publication.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Anon heard a set of keys from outside. Throwing the magazine to the side, he scampered to the entryway. Peeking through the peephole, he spied the unmistakable form of his hulking mistress. Throwing the door open and casting his arms wide, he damn near tackled her with a welcoming hug.

“Hey babe,” Celestia muttered, as the femboyish man pressed his head between her bosoms. Thankfully, she’d undone the top portion of her blouse to accommodate his affectionate assault, lest his enthusiasm pop a button or two off the garment.

“Rough day?” he asked, leaning against her and wrapping one arm around her abdomen.

“Yeah,” she grunted.

In one smooth motion, she stooped down, firmly grasped his pillowy backside, and plucked him from the floor. Cradling him to her chest, she strode inside and closed the door behind herself. Strolling over to the couch, she sat and deposited her comparatively pint-sized paramour beside herself.

Shuffling next to her, Anon leaned against the well-built alicorn. “Want to talk about it?”

Celestia shrugged. “It wasn’t anything bad, just boring. I had to listen to two business owners bicker for an hour about how one was allegedly trying to undercut the other’s supplying distributor,” she groused, pinching the bridge of her snout.

“Awwwww,” he lamented, affectionately stroking her muscular thigh.

As his fingers danced over her upper leg, he couldn’t help but glance down at her crotch. Knowing all too well of the monster lurking beneath her dress, his mouth began to water. Fixating on her loins, with sinful thoughts traipsing through his mind, the sensation of something on the back of his head caught him unawares. Turning, he peered up at her smiling face.

“I could really use a bit of stress relief…” Celestia sighed, waggling her eyebrows.

Though she had no need to prompt him, it was an act of etiquette. As they’d grown closer, and his wanton cravings for her had increased, she saw fit to enact several rules for him. Since he was her mare, he would be treated as such. While she found his advances endearing and often times extraordinarily arousing, she needed him to cement his submissiveness; as such, he was only allowed to service her when she permitted it.

Grinning broadly, Anon set himself to task. Hopping off the couch, onto his hands and knees, he crawled between the Princess’ slowly spreading legs. Her outfit, a sundress, allowed him to access her loins with relative ease. Carefully clutching the garment, he steadily pulled it up her and over her toned thighs.

Inch by inch, her titanic stallionhood was uncovered. Covered in dark grey flesh, which contrasted magnificently against her snow white fur, it lay draped over a pair of large, ripe testes. Even relatively soft, her tool was nearly as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. Squatting before her, he squarely faced her unveiled package and leaned in.

Grasping the base of the alicorn’s divine shaft, Anon guided its tip towards his face. Her musk, after having spent a day laboring in the throne room, left him with butterflies in his stomach. The unwashed aroma of her equipment was intoxicating, having led to many nights of him drifting off to sleep while resting his face on her groin. Opening his mouth, he gave the broad crown of marecock a small kiss.

“Did we get nice and cleaned up for me?” Celestia purred, as she watched the effeminate man slip her glans into his maw.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed around the log of flesh, gazing up at her. Her question led him to believe he’d be getting more than just a throat swabbing, spurring him to put on a little show.

Making sure to maintain eye contact, Anon started bobbing his head. Stroking the base of her shaft, while massaging the first few inches with his tongue, he reached for his top with his free hand. Pulling the clinging fabric up and over his rack, he pawed and kneaded at one tit. His chest, much like various other parts of himself, had grown wonderfully sensitive.

“Such a good little mare,” the Princess cooed. Reaching out, lovingly caressing his head, she gently pulled him to herself.

Taking a deep breath, Anon primed his lungs. Relaxing his esophagus, he steadily drove nearly half of her shaft into his gullet; it was intense, sure, but not nearly as difficult as it had once been. Gagging himself on her meaty pillar, he twisted and pinched his nipple. He’d gotten off to fellating her on several occasions, so he had no reservations about working himself up a bit.

Throwing her arms over the back of the couch, pleased with his devotion, Celestia closed her eyes. Moving him in had been the best decision she’d made in ages. Not only was he exceptionally loyal, but she hadn’t had an admirer of his caliber in centuries. As pleasant as he was to be around, his carefully molded looks were exactly what she wanted in a partner.

There was something richly rewarding about having a male bend to her will. Though she’d always considered the human relatively attractive, the ministrations of her precisely administered magic and meticulously crafted elixirs had elevated his aesthetic to a nearly unattainable level. For all intents and purposes, he was a meek and servile female. He was almost everything she sought in a mate - well, almost everything.

Clutching both teats, Anon got to his feet. Even though the Princess was seated, their difference in size allowed him to service her while he was standing. Pressing her length between his bosoms, he massaged the underside of her prodigious tool with his chest, while fellating the first bit of her shaft. He didn’t have nearly enough breast meat to give her a proper tit job, although that didn’t stop him from giving it his best.

Hearing the muffled gags from her lover, Celestia glanced down at him. Simply lounging while having her dick sucked was hot, but watching it always served as a fine appetizer for the main course. Peering down at him, realizing what he was doing, a wolfish smirk split her face.

“Having fun?” she snickered, leaning over slightly to watch him finger himself.

Even though Anon couldn’t verbally answer, he shot her a wink. There was something undeniably hot about having her watch him service her. Smashing her tool in his cleavage, he ran his tongue around the battering ram-like crown of her tool. Swallowing down her pre-cum, he clenched around the plug in his backside.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring a dildo to fuck yourself on, since you’re so enthusiastic this afternoon,” Celestia laughed. Shifting in place, she began pulling her dress off.

Retracting his head, while he continued jacking her off, Anon withdrew from the now rigid stallionhood. “Who’s saying I didn’t?” he giggled, giving her stallionhood a parting kiss.

“Well then, what would you have me do?” she asked, immeasurably satisfied with his response.

“I would have my Princess sit right there,” he cooed. Turning in place, he bent over, presented his behind, and flipped his skirt.

“You are thorough,” Celestia cheerfully remarked, spotting the toy lodged in his derriere. Reaching out, she grabbed the oversized plug’s base.

Grabbing the cheeks of his ass, knowing what was coming next, Anon spread himself for her. Feeling her tug at the toy, he took a deep breath to relax his stuffed hole. With an all but audible Pop she dislodged the object from his rear. Feeling the cool air against his slightly gaped hole, the sensation of a finger running around the void caused him to shiver.

“Since you’ve gone to so much trouble, how about you have a seat,” she politely intoned, leaning back and setting the warm plug on the coffee table beside the couch.

Standing straight and spinning to face her, Anon leapt at the opportunity. Swinging one leg over her waist, straddling her, her prodigious dick came to rest between his pillowy buns. Leaning against her, he raised his hips and brought his pucker to the head of her shaft.

Rubbing her snout against his chest, Celestia kissed her way to one of his nipples. Reaching the teat, latching her lips around the little pink bud, she bucked her waist upward. The action sank the first bit of her length into his well-trained backside. Warm, slick, and devilishly snug, even after the innumerable fuckings she’d administered, she gently pulled him onto her lap.

Squirming slightly, while his insides were steadily rearranged by the mammoth intrusion, Anon was slowly impaled. Inch after vascular inch wormed into his colon, until his behind finally came to rest on the Princess’ thighs. Tittering to himself, he wiggled his soft tush upon her. Holding her head to himself, feeling her suckle upon his breast, he started bouncing.

He was only able to move so much, positioned as he was, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself. Up and down, pistoning himself on her regal scepter, his prick ineffectually flopped around. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten an erection, though it hardly mattered; hard or not, she never failed to make him cum.

Thrusting into him, meeting his downstrokes, Celestia opted to take a more active role. Wrapping one arm around his back, she added a bit more force to her movements. The blissful, marish moans escaping him were only eclipsed by his silken interior embracing her tool. As the first drops of her pre-cum smeared his insides, she nibbled his teat.

“Buck yes,” Anon moaned, the tinge of pain elevating the experience.

The sensation of being so positively stuffed with marecock was unlike anything else. Though he’d seen a few exceptionally well hung stallions and dickmares before, not a single one could compare to the monumental size of his mistress. Impossibly large and exquisitely textured, there was no way her god-like dick hadn’t molded him to suit her needs - after all, there was no logical way someone of his size could accommodate something so immense.

Reaching behind himself, placing his hands on her knees, he leaned backward. As his tit popped from her mouth, he gave her an unfettered few of his torso. As his bosoms swayed in the open air, an unmistakable swell rhythmically appeared and disappeared from within his belly. Giving himself to the Princess was one thing, but letting her see the effects of his adoration was another.

“Just look at how big you are…” Anon whispered, glancing down his chest.

As Celestia’s eyes drifted to the man’s abdomen, she noticed the clear imprint of her cock in his guts. Looking lower, watching his pitiful manhood limply flapping about, she was reminded of just how much of a mare he’d become. Truthfully speaking, she’d seen clits larger than his minuscule equipment; hell, even before his body had started to change, it hadn’t been that impressive.

“You know,” she hummed, toying with one of his breasts, “I could make you a functional female; between my magic and the potions my people can concoct, it wouldn’t be terribly difficult…”

Anon’s ministrations faltered, as the Princess’ words sank in. “R...really?” he stammered, taken aback by her claim.

“Mmmhmm. I’d probably contact Twilight, just to ensure I had the proper sorcery and dosage of elixirs, but it wouldn’t be that hard. If stallions can become mares, and mares can become stallions, I see no reason why the process wouldn’t work on a human,” she explained, playfully bucking her hips.

“I…” he sputtered, at a loss.

He shouldn’t have been so surprised, given that he’d seen what ponies were capable of. Though their technology was just slightly less advanced than humans, their alchemy bordered on the preternatural and their magic could achieve incomprehensible feats. Despite being a different species, he still shared a good number of morphological traits with the anthropomorphic equines - meaning the procedure could probably be altered to suit him.

“Just so you know,” the alicorn continued, causing him to focus, “I wouldn’t be disappointed if you chose not to.” Averting her gaze, she thoughtfully rubbed her chin. “Although…” she trailed off, as if considering something.

“Although?” Anon parroted, sensing her diamond-hard length twitch inside of him.

“No...No, it’s nothing,” Celestia dismissively countered, waving a hand.

“Please tell me,” he pouted, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“It’s just that, well, if you were to become a female, I could breed you…” she murmured wistfully. No sooner had she finished speaking than she felt him clench around her tool.

The direction in which Celestia had steered the discussion had been carefully planned. He was one of a kind, quite literally, and extraordinarily attractive - as such, she saw no reason not to claim him as her mate. She had no doubt that he’d be supremely interested in the offer, likely jumping at the chance, yet she’d wanted to savor his enthusiasm. Seeing him swoon, she looked away; it was time to put the icing on the cake.

“I’ve yet to sire a foal and I though that -'' she was interrupted, as the man flung himself on her.

“Yes! Stars above, nothing would make me happier!” Anon bleated, holding her tightly.

The notion that Princess Celestia, one of the most powerful ponies on the planet and ruler of the day, would choose him over anypony else set his heart aflutter. Dating her was one thing - more than he’d ever imagined having, if he was brutally honest - but actually being able to conceive a foal with her was something worlds apart. Overwhelmed with joy, rubbed his face against her collar.

It was funny; a year ago, before he’d even known what Equestra was, he would have dismissed the notion of becoming a woman as a silly fantasy, yet fate had dealt an unexpectedly wonderful hand. As ironic as it was, his life in the land of talking and often times magical ponies had changed him entirely. Strange and marvelous though it was, he couldn’t be happier.

Draping her head over Anon’s shoulder, Celestia gently thrust into her lover. Elation aside, she was still balls deep in the man and she had every intention of finishing. Soon her paramour would be capable of bearing her offspring, but that wouldn’t be for some time - for now, they could consummate their affection for one another as best they could. Softly grabbing his shoulders, she pushed him away and stared into his eyes.

“Tell me, my little mare, would you still serve me as a woman?” she mischievously inquired, flexing her pelvic muscles.

“Like none other,” Anon breathed, assuming the position he’d all too briefly abandoned. Picking himself up and slamming himself back down, he started fucking himself on her once again - however, this time was different.

Unlike before, when he’d been predominantly motivated by his unabashed lust for her, now he was fueled by righteous passion. With the Princess holding him steady, he shamelessly fondled one teat and imagined how big they would get once his transformation was complete. As if sensing what he was thinking, she reached out and groped his neglected breast.

“I’m sure we could have some choice as to your final measurements; your bust, your waist, maybe even how fertile you would be…” she mused, wondering how he would respond. She had her preferences, of course, though she was interested to hear his thoughts.

“B...big enough to wake you up with a tit fucking and to feed a pair foals,” Anon huffed, bouncing with increasing speed.

“And what else?” she pressed, delighted with his answer.

“F - Oh fuck - Full hips and a big meaty pussy!” he continued, his movements picking up speed.

“Oh?” Celestia exclaimed, caught off guard by his proclamation.

“So I can serve all of you!” Anon responded, hilting himself and gyrating on her lap. “I...I just want to make sure I’m big enough for you to jam every inch of your godly stallionhood into my cunt,” he sputtered, keenly aware that female anatomy wasn’t typically suited for such immense insertions.

Increasingly aroused by his fanaticism to serve her, Celestia had had enough. Grabbing his waist, sinking her fingers into his supple flesh, she pulled him fully onto her lap. Without giving him any warning, she stood. Like the well trained strumpet that he was, the man’s legs instantly wrapped around her. Fucking on a couch was all well and good, but she preferred a more suitable location to rail him out.

As the Princess took a step forward, Anon reached up and hugged the alicorn’s neck. Even without looking, he realized she was headed to the bedroom. Flexing his legs and pulling himself up, he continued to screw himself on her. It wasn’t exactly an optimal position to service her, though he knew it was temporary.

Plodding off to her chamber, with the little human fucking himself on her, Celestia’s pace quickened. Bursting into her room, she made a beeline for the bed. If Anon was hellbent on getting a hard dicking, that’s exactly what he was going to get. Dragging him up and off her tool, she held him before herself.

“If I’m going to make you my mate,” she purred, slowly setting him down, “perhaps you should convince me…”

As nonsensical as the statement was, having already decided to pump a foal in him as soon as he had a womb, she wanted to see his reaction. As expected, grinning gleefully, he scurried over to the bed and flung himself upon its cushioned surface. Crawling to the center of the mattress, he rolled to his back.

“Please,” Anon began, grabbing his ankles, “breed me!”

Hauling his legs upward, Anon presented himself as indecently as possible. He’d been excited to get plowed even before she’d casually mentioned turning him into a woman, but the prospect of actually being impregnated by the amazoness had sent him spiraling into a rut-lust. With his cocklett leaking pre-cum onto his belly, he lifted his ass.

“How could I ever deny such a - Hmmm - demure request…” Celestia whispered, idly cranking her towering cock.

Creeping onto the mattress, on her hands and knees, she brought her face to his proffered tush. Though he was well lubed and warmed up, she couldn’t help herself from teasing him. Pressing her muzzle to his pucker, she feasted on his behind. She was sure that she’d continue to plow his ass, once he was fully female, but she wanted to savor toying with his prostate while she could.

Panting heavily, wriggling atop the blankets, the sublime rim-job doused Anon’s lust with fuel. Keeping hold of his legs, he gnawed upon his lip. It was unladylike to beg, and Celestia would likely extend her infuriating taunting if he spoke up, so he kept silent. As her tongue pressed against his p-spot, a throaty moan escaped him.

Rearing back, Celestia licked her lips and shuffled forward. Grinding her colossal length back and forth over his diminutive equipment, she gazed down at him. The look of unabashed yearning in his eyes, practically pleading her to pound his ass, stoked the dominant fires within her. Bringing the tip of her stallionhood to his entrance, she sank her shaft into his backside.

“Gods yes!” Anon mewled.

Once roughly half of her tool had plunged into him, he released his ankles. Extending his legs, locking his heels over the Princess’ hips, he pulled her deeper. He wanted - no, needed to feel all of her inside himself. He belonged to her, in every conceivable way, and he longed for her to make use of his body.

Continuing to press into her lover, Celestia only halted when her hefty nuts rested against the cheeks of his ass. Smiling, she leaned in and placed her hands to either side of his head. Missionary, while simple, was one of her favorites; few other positions allowed her a better view of her partner’s face. Retracting her hips, staring lovingly at the man’s face, she started thrusting.

Anon’s entire body lurched forward and back, under the impetus of the Princess’ movements. Looming over him, slowly plowing him, she looked larger than life. Every part of the alicorn dwarfed him, from her cock and testes to her magnificent breasts. It only made sense that he took a subservient role to her, but he didn’t mind - in fact, he loved the feeling of being dominated.

In a bold move, pining for more, he massaged her tits and gingerly twisted her nipples. Acting out of turn, knowing his impudence would provoke her, he bucked up to meet her pounding hips. As expected, the speed and force of her screwing increased. Squealing like a filly on prom night, he clamped down on the girthy appendage pistoning into him.

With a small snort, Celestia realized she’d been baited into action - not that she actually cared, of course, but a nefarious idea came to her. Stricken by inspiration, pushing herself up, she grabbed the man’s ankles and pulled them into the air. Like it or not, he was about to get the ride of a lifetime.

“You want it rough?” she coyly asked, looking him in the eye.

“A..as rough - Mmmph - as you can,” Anon groaned.

Like an engine going into high gear, Celestia started to actually fuck. Mercilessly pounding the man, eliciting an unintelligible howl of delight, she slammed into him over and over again. Holding his legs aloft, his entire lower half hung over the mattress while she deep-dicked him. A predatory smirk crossed her face, as she saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Not but a handful of seconds after the Princess began, Anon came. Ineffectually blowing his feeble load over his midriff and tits, he writhed atop the bed. The feeling of being plowed by the dickmare insane, unlike anything he could have ever dreamt of. Even though they’d done it more times than he could count, it never lost its luster.

Subconsciously groping his chest, he pinched and milked his teats. Despite being railed out by a demigod, a little extra pleasure couldn’t hurt - at least, he’d thought it wouldn’t. To his shock, the alicorn leaned in, wrenching his legs to either side of his head, and locked him to the mattress. Now trapped and unable to move, with his arms pinned under his knees, the octave of his sinful screams increased.

Craning her neck forward, Celestia aggressively pressed her snout to Anon’s face. Locking lips and fervently jamming her tongue into his mouth, she changed tactics. Gone were the steady deep strokes from minutes before, replaced by a rapid fire jackhammering. With all but a few inches of her shaft entombed in his rump, she gave him what he so desperately wanted.

Overcome with bliss, Anon was used like a living, breathing fuck-toy. Doing what he could to squeeze her tool with his battered pucker, he moaned into her mouth. This is where he belonged, under a large, powerful dickmare. All of a sudden, the Princess subtly adjusted the angle of her thrusts; the change, while small, caused him to spontaneously climax a second time.

Holding Anon in the mating press, feeling the heat of his spunk against her, Celestia’s hips became a blur. Playing with her little human was entertaining as all get-out, but she’d reached a threshold. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she plowed her lover like a frantic colt. As her balls slowly pulled to her groin, and the head of her stallionhood started to swell, she teetered on the edge of release.

Feeling the alicorn flaring within him triggered something in Anon. Though the fog of pleasure, his mind demanded he make one final plea. Breaking their kiss, pressing his cheek to hers, he gave voice to his deepest desires.

“Impregnate me!” his orgasmic scream cut through the air, over the rhythmic Whud Whud Whud of their bodies impacting one another.

With the impassioned plea, Celestia reached her limit. Slamming every inch of her cock into his ass, the floodgates broke. A veritable tsunami of spunk surged through her shaft, pouring into her lover. Gritting her teeth, awash in rapture, she stayed pressed tightly against him, ensuring every last drop of her precious jizz would be deposited inside of him.

Anon screamed in ecstasy, as the seemingly endless flow of seed coursed through his innards. Contorted though he was, he could feel his abdomen swelling and distending, struggling to cope with the prolific influx of cum. His orgasm, only having just begun to subside, rebounded into a daisy chain of pleasurable explosions.

The human body simply wasn’t designed to handle a lover of Celestia’s caliber, so it coped the only way it could. Try as he might, adrift in a sea of bliss, his consciousness began to fade. The last thought to grace him was that of being a woman, lying atop the bed with his lover. The mental image, sweet and heartwarming, contrasted starkly against the absolutely brutal fucking he’d received. Drifting off, his limbs went slack.

Slowly, Celestia began to move over her paramour. Having fallen silent and still, she discovered that he’d passed out; she wasn’t terribly surprised, since it wasn’t the first time she’d plowed him into a coma, but it brought a smile to her lips. Carefully easing herself to the mattress, while gently pulling him to her bosom, she spooned with him.

Even though he’d lost consciousness, his presence brought her comfort. As strange as it may have sounded, she cared for him like no other - yes, he was profoundly attractive, but she’d only helped his aesthetic match his deepest desires. Luna had told her of his dreams, of how he’d wished to serve her, so she’d done everything in her power to make it a reality.

Running her fingers through Anon’s hair, Celestia closed her eyes. Soon enough, her little human man would be her little human woman. After a nap and a shower, she’d start to put her plans into motion. She had something special in store for her lover - something she’d kept secret for quite some time. Soon enough, she’d make him the happiest girl in all of Equestria…