Born-Again Beau

Within the quiet confines of the living room, Anon sat and stared at a small potion on the coffee table. Celestia had been gone for nearly a week, on a diplomatic trip to Yakyakistan, leaving him free reign over their apartment in the Canterlot Palace. Things had been relatively boring without her - that was, until a rather peculiar package had been delivered to their door.

After thanking the guard pony who’d been kind enough to bring the parcel to him, he’d retreated back to the living room, fetched a knife, and opened it; the box was addressed to him, so he saw no reason to wait for his lover’s return. As he folded the cardboard back, he discovered a letter sitting atop the contents.

~

Dearest Anon,

I trust my leave hasn’t left you too bored. I’m sure you remember our little discussion, prior to my departure, and I thought now was as good of a time as any to deliver on my promise. I should be returning home this coming friday. Drink the potion before you go to bed. On the morning of my return, meet me in the throne room wearing the outfit I sent you. See you then, Love.

Celestia

~

The message, while terse, piqued Anon’s interest. Setting the letter aside, he delved into the package. The first item which greeted him was what looked like a wedding dress, although something seemed off about it. Getting to his feet, holding the garment before himself, he realized that large patches of fabric were seemingly missing.

The breasts were laid open, the dress itself was little more than a frilly miniskirt, and there was a sizable void over the abdominal area. More akin to some lewd parody of an actual bridal gown, it was accompanied by several accessories within the parcel; garters, leggings, a veil, and a set golden chained nipple clamps. He felt certain that everything was in his size, given how intimately Celestia knew his subtly altered measurements.

Nearly a year prior, he had been a fairly ordinary guy with short hair, an average build, and a bit of a stubble; yet since he’d begun dating Celestia, his physique had slowly changed. Sporting curves that would make a mare jealous, he could easily pass for a perky breasted female - hell, were it not for his neglected manhood, he was a female.

He took care of the apartment, did most of the cooking, and made sure all of his lover’s needs were tended to; he’d even been dressing as a woman, for the last few months. He knew who was wearing the pants in the relationship, both in and outside the bedroom, and his attire reflected it. Celestia was a towering dickmare of amazonian proportions, compared to himself, sporting a physique and package that put him utterly to shame - not that he minded, of course.

Shaking his head, feeling his minuscule prick graze against his apron, he returned to the task at hand. After removing and neatly folding all the clothing and accoutrements from the box, he found a small, extraordinarily ornate flask nestled within a small padded case. There couldn’t have been more than a mouthful or two of the opalescent substance, but the packaging alone looked to be worth a mint.

Anon had no way of knowing exactly what the elixir would do to him, although the thought of a conversation he and Celestia had had roughly a month ago taunted him. Prior to a particularly brutal fuck-fest with his paramour, the Princess had somewhat flippantly mentioned how it would be possible to transform him into a female; given the rather salacious circumstances at the time, he hadn’t committed the comment to memory, but it all came rushing back.

Glancing up at a hanging wall clock, he scrunched his snout. It was only mid afternoon, many hours before he’d normally go to bed for the night, yet his anticipation was getting the better of him. Surely, drinking the potion a little early wouldn’t hurt anything - would it? Flying in the face of the instructions he’d been given, he uncorked the small bottle, brought it to his lips, and gulped down the contents.

The fluid was surprisingly viscous and sweet, not unlike some sort of gum based cocktail. Shaking the last few drops into his open maw, taking care to imbibe every last bit of the mysterious elixir, he set the empty vial back into its case. Reclining on the sofa, he eagerly awaited whatever effects would soon besiege him.

Seconds passed, then minutes, until nearly half an hour had sailed by. Outside of a slight warmness which permeated from within his belly, he didn’t feel anything at all. For all he knew, the tonic may only activate at certain hours or when he was asleep - Equestrian alchemy could be funny like that. With an exasperated sigh, he pushed himself up and damn near crashed through the table.

As soon as he’d gotten to his feet, he was stricken with the most severe case of vertigo he’d ever known. Barely catching himself, sending the garments Celestia had sent him sailing to the floor, he heaved air into his chest. Taking one tenuous step in the direction of his bedroom, he realized he’d never make it to the opposite side of the apartment. Falling backwards, he collapsed onto the couch behind him.

It was all he could do to lie there and breath. The room spun around him and the warmth from before had blossomed into an all-consuming, oppressive heat. Fanning his apron, he scarcely noticed the raging erection he’d inexplicably grown. Some part of him feared what was happening to him, yet there was no denying a pervasive, enjoyable sensation welling within him.

Lying on the sofa, panting like an overheated dog, Anon’s hips reflexively bucked. The move caused his prick to grind against the interior of his panties, sending bolts of pleasure through him. One hand shakily quested beneath the top of his apron to twist and feebly tweak one nipple. Be damned if he could explain why he was getting himself off, but he did so all the same; it was almost like his body was acting on autopilot.

Closing his eyes, attempting to ignore the disorientation, he groaned. His chest was so sensitive that it practically hurt. Humping the air, with his heart thundering within his breast, his breath hitched in his throat. Gritting his teeth, he sunk the fingers of his free hand into the cushion beneath him. With one final, shuddering thrust, he came.

Whether or not the influx of ecstasy had an impact on the potion’s effects, he couldn’t say - regardless, it felt different. Truth be told, he hadn’t climaxed from penile stimulation in months; preferring instead to fuck himself with a dildo to masturbate, when he wasn’t getting mercilessly plowed by his lover. Blowing his load, thoroughly sullying the two garments he was wearing, the world closed in around him. Trying and failing to halt what was happening, he slipped from consciousness.

...

Anon couldn’t say exactly how long he’d been out, but he awoke in the dead of night. Though he was drenched in sweat and slathered in the cool, somewhat crusted remnants of his unanticipated climax, he had to admit, he felt markedly more coherent than he had before he blacked out. Giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts, he sighed and carefully got to his feet; the last thing he wanted was to be hit with another wave of dizziness.

Thankfully, his lightheadedness had seemed to pass, although he was in desperate need of a shower. Shuffling through the darkened apartment, he cautiously made his way to the bathroom. He saw no real point in turning on any lights along the way, since his only intention was to wash up and collapse in bed; despite feeling much, much better, he was still exceptionally weary.

Languidly shambling into the restroom, he flicked the light on, moved to the tub, and set the water running to warm. Groggily disrobing, he removed the apron and began tugging at his panties. Attempting to process what had happened before he passed out, he mechanically went through the motions - that was, until he noticed his reflection.

He seemed mostly the same - mostly, yet there were some differences. Standing before the mirror, he inspected himself. The feminine curves of his figure appeared more pronounced, his hips fuller and his breasts larger, although that wasn’t the full extent of it. His facial features had softened dramatically, removing the few remnants of masculinity which his body had stubbornly refused to give up. As his eyes wandered lower, he gasped - his cock was gone.

In shock, Anon reached for his groin and caressed the smooth, supple mound of flesh where once his manhood had sat. It wasn’t like his equipment had ever been that impressive, especially after he’d started getting dosed with whatever Celestia had been medicating him with, but any traces of his male genitalia had simply vanished. He could scarcely believe it, his cock and balls had been replaced by what seemed to be a pussy.

The mirror above the sink didn’t allow him the best view of the thing, so he grabbed up a small hand glass and moved to the tub. Setting himself down on the rim of the basin, he splayed his legs and moved the reflective surface between his legs. Amazing as it was, the only thing he found were the taut, extraordinarily ripe lower lips of what looked like a vagina - no, a marehood.

Far, far more plump than any human woman’s snatch, his labia was clamped shut. Only the barest glimpse of pink marked the entrance of a vaginal canal. Holding the mirror steady with one hand, he reached downward and experimentally spread himself open. A very large clitoris rested above a urethral and, lower down, the opening of his depths. As he looked at his newfound equipment, possibly due to a combination of curiosity and arousal, he winked.

The involuntary movement took him by surprise, causing his hand to retreat for the briefest of moments. Knitting his brow, he drew a finger up his sex and to the bulbous nub at the top of her entrance. Jolts of bliss coursed though him, as his digit graced the organ, eliciting a second wink. Questing lower, caressing his entrance, he pressed a digit into himself; though not quite as sensitive as his clit, there was no denying how good the alien sensation was.

Anon paused, as his mind grappled with the situation. He - no, she was actually a woman! Sure, there was no way to evaluate her internal anatomy, yet something told her that she was now in possession of a uterus and ovaries as well. Celestia had done it, she’d actually followed through with her plan and turned him into a her.

Seeing no reason not to explore a bit, Anon rubbed and kneaded her sex. Fondling one enlarged bosom, which she presumed had grown to a large D or possibly E cup, her fingers drifted to one nipple. Everything felt overly sensitive, like her skin receptors had been dialed up to eleven; she wasn’t sure if it was a byproduct of the potion she’d taken, or if a woman’s body was naturally that delicate, but it was absolutely amazing.

What had started as an inquisitive exploration of her nethers quickly devolved into outright masturbation. Abandoning the mirror, freeing her hand, she shamelessly got off while perched on the edge of the tub. Rubbing her clit and plunging a finger into her sex, as she balanced on her back, she bucked her hips. It wasn’t long before she sank a second digit into herself, then a third and fourth, until her cunt had engulfed nearly her entire fist.

Besides looking like a marehood, her loins were apparently just as accommodating as one. Hot and moist, the silken folds of her depth stretched around her hand. It was an intense sensation, yet far from uncomfortable. Wondering just how cavernous her canal was, she laid a hastily devised plan into action.

Clamoring into the shower and quickly washing up, Anon dried off and scampered to the bedroom. While getting herself off in the bathroom would have been an interesting experience, she’d much rather test her body with something a bit more fitting. Rushing to a trunk which sat at the end of the bed, she opened the chest and looked upon its contents.

To say she had a staggering array of toys would be an understatement. Besides the relatively pedestrian accoutrements of paddles, riding crops, rope, handcuffs, and harnesses, she also possessed a small armory of dildos and plugs - a great many of which were modeled after various stud dickmares or stallions.

Selecting one of his more modest toys, a live-cast replica from a porn star, as well as a bottle of lube, she crawled onto the bed. The dong was only as thick as her wrist and maybe ten inches long, not nearly the largest she owned, so she figured it would make for a good starting point. Rolling to her back, she slathered the silicone length with the slick lotion.

Lying spread eagle, she brought the fat tip to her crotch and drug it between her glistening and engorged lower lips. Gyrating her hips, savoring the alien sensation, she slowly moved it to her entrance. Pulling upon the dildo, feeling it slip into her, a shudder ran up her spine. By the stars above, it felt even better than she’d imagined.

Little by little, bit by bit, she drove the dong into her depths. It was only when the medial ring ground against her entrance did she feel the slightest bit of resistance. The lower third of the toy was markedly thicker than the rest, although even then she managed it without much issue. As she carefully hilted the thing, feeling the molded nuts press against her ass, she stopped and contemplated for a moment.

The sensation was hard to describe; it was similar to the feeling of something snugly gripping her then departed dick, only it was inverted. Not too dissimilar to anal, the fullness was accompanied by an even higher level of carnal pleasure. After steadily withdrawing nearly half of the toy, she began pistoning herself with it.

Enwrapt by the bliss of her new anatomy, Anon fucked herself silly. Allowing her impulses to take control, she rammed the toy into her sopping wet cunt. Using her free hand to twist and tug one nipple, while she wriggled in place, she unabashedly pleasured herself. Screwing her eyes shut and imagining the dildo was her lover, she moved harder and faster with every passing second.

Thrusting her waist up, the medial ring rhythmically wormed over her g-spot. Never in her life, had she expected something so downright rapturous! Gradually, a warmth started to grow within her abdomen. Breathing heavily, fixating on the foreign sensation, she persisted with her efforts.

While it was similar to the impending climaxes she’d had when she was a male, it felt altogether different - subtle and more refined, yet wholly undeniable. Abandoning her teat, her hand flew to her clit. Teasing the delicate bud, while plowing herself with reckless abandon, the gates of heaven opened to her. Screaming in unfettered ecstasy, she came.

Her marehood spasmed, convulsing around the molded shaft buried in her depths, and erupted like a geyser. Every muscle on her body trembled uncontrollably, from her curled toes to her thrashing head; it was eye opening, to say the least, and left her at a loss. Collapsing, allowing her limbs to go slack, she gasped for breath.

It took her a few minutes for her higher faculties to recover, although they sluggishly made their return. The bedsheets were drenched, her upper thighs and groin were coated in feminine juices, and she was even more tired than she had been at the start - still, the discoveries she’d made left her with plenty to dwell on. With unsteady arms, she hauled the dong from her still winking cunt and rolled from the mattress.

As she languidly changed the bedding, rinsed off, and slipped into her pajamas, one persistent notion kept coming to her - if a dildo had been that much fun, how much better would her lover be. Wrapping herself in blankets, atop her bed, she curled up for the night. Though it wasn’t easy, she staved off the temptation to play with herself and fell into a restful and, in her mind, well deserved slumber.

Many hours passed and it wasn’t until the sunlight of the morning, having crept through the veiled window, settled upon Anon did she awake. Yawning and stretching her limbs, the fabric of her nightshirt brushed over her nipples; she shivered, as she tiredly peered down at her heavy chest. Heaving herself from beneath the comfortable bedding, she loped off to the kitchen to set some coffee going.

The clarity from a good night’s rest allowed her to reflect. She could ditch what few male clothes she had left, although going out and buying new undergarments would then be a priority. Without any brassieres that fit, since Celestia’s were too large and her old ones were too small, that would have to be her first purchase. Cupping one breast in each hand, admiring their heft and increased size, she chuckled to herself - she’d hate for them to lose any of their perkiness, even if they did look great without a bra.

Filling the coffee maker and setting it to brew, she lounged against the counter. The day shouldn’t be too busy; outside of her regular affairs, including tidying and running errands, her only other necessity would be to go out for a bit of clothes shopping. Fortunately, Canterlot had a wide assortment of boutiques and haberdasheries to choose from.

Just as Anon poured herself the first steaming mug of joe for the day, she peered over at the calendar and did a double take. Somehow or another, likely because of the unanticipated delivery of her gifts the day before, she’d forgotten what day it was. Setting the coffee down, she scrambled into the parlor. It was Friday morning and she was supposed to be in the throne room to await Celestia’s return.

Hastily donning the ignominious outfit she’d received, she did what she could to get ready. Fortunately, as she’d suspected, everything fit her like a glove. After slipping into the leggings and garterbelt, she squeezed into the top; it was a tight fit, because of her enlarged rack, but she was able to get it on without incident. Placing the veil on her head, a realization stuck her.

Despite being Celestia’s paramour, there was no way she could traipse about in the palace wearing such slatternly garb. Thinking fast, rushing back to her room, she purloined one of her bathrobes, threw it on, and concealed her rather scandalous attire. Stepping into a pair of high heels, she strutted to the front door.

Taking care to lock up behind herself, Anon sauntered through the castle’s labyrinthian corridors. She didn’t run across that many ponies, given the early hour, although she was greeted by a handful of the guard and maid staff. So far as she could tell, the night robe was doing its job splendidly; not a single soul shot a questioning glance in her direction, even though her chest was significantly larger than it had been the day prior.

Continuing on her path, unhindered, she soon found herself outside the archway to the throne room. Flanked by a pair of armored sentries, both of whom opened the door for her, she saw herself inside. A lone figure stood beside the pair of thrones, facing the balcony; a curious combination of anxiety and joy filled her, as she realized who it was.

Bedecked in a custom tailored suit, allowing for her impressive build, breasts, and the bulge in her pants, Celestia turned towards the door. She smiled, spying her little human mate hurriedly trotting towards her. She could already tell that Anon had taken the potion and it had worked, although to what extent remained to be seen. Patiently, she waited while her lover drew nearer.

“S...sorry I…” Anon drew silent, hearing her new voice for the first time. The pitch of her tone had raised a few octaves, resulting in her sounding more girly than she ever had; it made sense, given that the rest of her had changed as well.

“No need to apologize, my little mare. Come, let me have a good look at you,” Celestia smoothly intoned, beckoning the human closer.

Doing as asked, Anon walked up the stairs and onto the dais. As she came to rest before the throne, the titanic alicorn stepped over to her. Without being asked, she pulled the robe open, relaxed her arms, and let the article drift down her frame to the polished marble below. Resting one hand on her waist, while she supported her rack with her opposite arm, she proudly cocked her hips.

“My my my...I’d assumed that elixir would do a fine job, but I didn’t imagine you could be more perfect than you already were,” Celestia purred, circling the woman and appraising her from head to toe.

Anon looked, in a word, positively ravishing. Broad, foal bearing hips, an impressive pair of knockers, and her figure had been refined ever so slightly by the redistribution of fat and softened muscle. She had little doubt that the woman would make an exquisite mother and broodmare - the thought of which caused her loins to stir with love and lust.

“So,” the Princess began, stepping beside the human and resting a hand on her shoulder, “how was the metamorphosis.”

Being steadily led towards the balcony, Anon followed alongside the gargantuan dickmare. “It was - Um - interesting…” she stammered.

“I’ve heard it can be quite the exhilarating experience,” Celestia commented, peering down at her lover.

“Oh yeah, it was pretty wild,” Anon chuckled, feeling tingly at the memory of her first ever vaginal masturbation.

Walking out onto the terrace, overlooking the expansive capital, the cool morning air greeted her. As she looked down to the city, she noticed some massive gathering of ponies in the courtyard below. She didn’t recall there being any sort of special occasion or gathering being announced for today, so the sight left her slightly perplexed.

Shying away, lest the masses see her mostly exposed body, a hand against her back halted her retreat. Gazing up at the Princess, her look of confusion must have been evident. The alicorn smiled broadly at her, before turning and waving to her people. Though Anon was uneasy about everyone seeing her in such a state, especially since she was still becoming accustomed to her body, she stayed by her lover’s side.

“Aren’t you pleased with your new self?” Celestia asked, without looking away from the throng.

Anon fidgeted uncomfortably, yet took a timid step forward. The mere presence of the demigod was enough to embolden her, dealing a blow to her reservations and self-doubts. Wrapping one arm around the alicorn’s waist, she pressed herself to the dickmare’s side. “Y...yeah, b...but -”

“And wouldn’t you want everyone to bask in your glory at our wedding?” Celestia nonchalantly remarked, as if noting the brightness of the sun.

Staring blankly up at the colossal Princess, Anon stood motionless. There was no way she’d heard that right - had she? Blinking rapidly, studying Celestia’s face for any sign of mischief or trickery, she pursed her lips. As she struggled to comprehend what her paramour had just said, the hand on her back drifted lower and lower, only slowing when it wandered to her barely concealed backside.

“You are familiar with traditional marriages among Equestrian royalty, are you not?” the Princess casually inquired, her fingers creeping into the cleft of her mistress’ rump.

Shaking her head, with butterflies beginning to form in her stomach, Anon couldn’t find her voice. The feeling of a digit stroked her sex was immediately followed by the alicorn grinning down at her. She gulped, as her marehood winked at the attention.

“Well, in times past,” Celestia continued, gingerly taunting the woman’s entrance, “weddings were consummated before the citizenry…”

Anon’s heart skipped a beat, as she digested the Princess’ words. Wedding? Consummated?! Her mind raced, a lump formed in her throat, and her nethers grew slickened as her paramour’s statement sank in. Rocking her hips back, sending one of Celestia’s fingers into her snatch, she gnawed her bottom lip.

What she’d assumed was a lewd mockery of a wedding gown was apparently the genuine article. Whether it was some obscene joke or not, she couldn’t care less. Right then, at that very moment, her passion and lascivious desires skyrocketed. Grinding herself on the alicorn’s hand, as her nipples grew erect, her gaze strayed to the dickmare’s groin.

A monumental swell resided at Celestia’s crotch, as the dickmare’s equipment roused from its slumber. As she stared at the alicorn’s rapidly tenting dress pants, all the pieces fell into place. There they were, the Princess and her lover, addressing the public on the day of their union. Celestia, her attire being that of a stallion’s, matched her role - while Anon’s was the depraved bride to be.

In a perverted sense, it was the perfect representation of their relationship. They each loved one another, that much was undeniable, yet their romance was inherently mingled with sins of the flesh. Standing side by side, while Celestia clandestinely fingered Anon, an erotic tension hung in the air. Regardless of whether or not they were alone or before a crowd, each could only be pushed too far before their reservations were shattered.

Latching onto the concept of marriage, clawing her thoughts from the immoral, Anon forced herself to look up to Celestia’s eyes. She couldn’t picture a more perfect partner for herself and she was more than ready to let the world know it. The Princess smiled fondly upon her, before shifting her focus to the congregation below.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Equestria!” Celestia bellowed, her royal Canterlot voice cutting through the air. “On this day, I, Princess Celestia, will enact the ancient Ponish nuptial ceremony. Please, bear witness as I consummate with my bride and sew my seed within her!”

Sensing what was about to happen, Anon stepped forward and placed her hands on the banister. Spreading her legs, she braced herself as best she could for what was to come. The outfit allowed open access to her nethers, negating any need to disrobe for the event. Even though she was next to naked, in front of hundreds of onlookers, she couldn’t remember a time she’d been more turned on.

Walking behind Anon, exerting the slightest bit of her sorcerous might, Celestia teleported her pants away; in a brilliant flash, her lower half was left wholly exposed. With her package instantaneously freed, her mammoth stallionhood stood proudly before her. Giving her dick a few cursory strokes, as she brought herself into position, she prodded the woman’s entrance.

As her marehood was nudged by the battering ram-like tip of the alicorn’s cock, Anon arched her back and raised her waist. Like a bitch in heat, yearning to be bred, she presented herself. The juices from her aroused sex dribbled down her inner thigh, coating one of her leggings in the hot fluid. Her eyelids fluttered, her grip on the handrail tightened, and she gasped, as the Princess plunged into her.

The sheer size of her tool was enormous - so much so that Celestia had to take a small step forward before reaching out to grab hold of the woman’s hips. As the velvety depths embraced half of her length, she sunk her fingers into Anon’s waist and started gently thrusting. Inch after inch, her tool drove deeper into her human lover’s invitingly warm and snug cunt.

The sensation of having her pussy despoiled by such a godly piece of piece of equipment was indescribable. Hungrily pushing back to meet the alicorn’s movements, Anon pined for more. Her will to totally and completely hilt her paramour was unyielding, unlike her remarkably pliable snatch. Through sheer force of will, feeling her organs shift and adjust to the immense intrusion, she stood before the throng.

It was only after Celestia’s girthy medial ring Popped into the woman’s canal did the Princess truly begin to fuck. Bucking her hips, she pistoned herself in and out of the small human. Beyond feeling absolutely divine, she took joy from knowing that her bride was loving every minute of it. While the tradition was old and, for some, a bit shameful, she found it fitting for the occasion - after all, she’d never found a lover of Anon’s caliber.

Flexing her pelvic muscles, clamping around Celestia’s backstrokes, Anon put her marehood to good use. The amount of control she had over her newly minted anatomy was staggering, although she had to credit her body for most of the work. It was almost as if she’d been made for the moment. Synchronizing their moments, rocking back to meet the Princess’ thrusts, her ass collided with the alicorn’s hips.

Peering downward, watching the shockwaves ripple over Anon’s tush, Celestia grinned. She could almost sense the woman’s ravenous hunger to be bred. Matching her mate’s enthusiasm, more than content to indulge her bride’s enthusiasm, she pounded away. She’d intentionally abstained from any sort of masturbation, while she’d been on her trip to Yakyakistan, so she had plenty of foal batter stored for the event.

As badly as Anon would have liked to reach down and rub her clit, she fought off the temptation. Standing before a crowd, being ruthlessly plowed by one of the most powerful and beautiful creatures on the entire planet, she refused to cum from anything but her lover’s ministrations alone. Breathing heavily, keenly aware of her cervix being accosted by the colossal stallionhood within her, she steeled her resolve and gave voice to her deepest desires.

“P...please,” she pleaded, her voice amplified by the alicorn’s magic, “sire my foals and claim me as your bride!!!” The act of expressing her wants - no, needs was enough to push her closer to the edge.

There she was, unabashedly being rutted by a ruler of a kingdom and being watched by an innumerable number of commoners, yet she couldn’t be more happy - at least, that’s what she’d assumed. As the minutes dragged on, marked by the telltale signs of her rapidly approaching release, she took note of something transpiring within her.

The way Celestia’s shaft was throbbing, the subtle change in her motions, and the steadily mounting resistance of her womb spoke volumes. There was no mistaking it, the Princess was getting close. Freeing one hand, she reached to her abdomen and caressed the imprint of stallionhood inside of her. Swiftly finding the flare, she squeezed her gut and added another layer of stimulation for her paramour.

Celestia grunted, knowing her time was soon at an end. If Anon was so desperate to become the mother of her children, so be it. With one unstoppable thrust, her cock breached the woman’s inner gate. Burying herself fully, with the tip of her length flaring in her bride’s womb, she reached her limit. Her pendulous and weighty nuts churned, sending pints of her scalding seed into the bed of her lover’s fertility.

Time itself seemed to slow for Anon, as the heavenly tool in her snatch pulsated wildly. The first seething shots of spunk surged into her, catching her unawares and bathing her interior with the Princess essence. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her eyes rolled back, and drool crept down her chin; finally, after so long, she’d fulfilled her dream.

Billions of sperm flooded into her, each on a single minded mission to fertilize her eggs. In every conceivable way, she’d been claimed. Though she’d lost her old life on earth and any vestiges of her previous sex, it was the most joyous moment of her life. She’d found a paramour beyond compare who was gracious enough to give her everything she’d ever dreamt of. If there was such a thing as heaven, surely she’d found it with Celestia.

Though she was unaware of it, Anon came the moment her ovum was besieged. Every muscle about her frame locked up, clenching violently, as her marehood squirted and dribbled around the titanic tool. Her belly grew and sagged, mirroring the look of motherhood she would soon surely bear, under the weight of such an insanely large load of jizz. Throughout it all, she found nirvana.

Huffing triumphantly, bloating the woman with her cum, Celestia grit her teeth. Holding Anon tightly, ensuring every drop of her precious seed was deposited as deeply as possible, she rode out her ecstasy. She had little doubt that Anon would blossom into quite the MILF, after delivering a foal or two, and the thought only served to heighten her pleasure.

Anon couldn’t say how long they had stayed locked together, but her legs eventually buckled. As she lost purchase, beginning to fall to the floor, a set of strong hands scooped her up. Finding herself cradled to the Princess’ bosom, while still impaled upon the glorious marecock, she hazily looked up to her spouse. Celestia warmly smiled upon her, as a light encircled them.

Magically whisking Anon and herself to her bedchamber, the Princess carefully eased herself onto the bed with her lover. Gingerly stroking the woman’s hair, with her chest to the human’s back, she hummed contentedly. It was an occasion to remember and, as such, demanded some private affection between the two.

Gazing down at her swollen abdomen, Anon imagined what life would soon hold for her. Images of herself with swollen, leaking breasts and a belly heavy with foals danced through her thoughts. Throughout it all, she knew Celestia would be by her side. Closing her eyes, pleased beyond measure, she relaxed with her lover. Knocked up or not, she’d be sure to serve her mate in every way imaginable for the rest of her days…