Bottomless Party

My fist hovered in front of the doors to Celestia's private chambers, ready to knock, but I had a second thought. Just to be sure...

"NO MAGIC!!" I shouted through the door and over the cold mountain gale.

Then I just opened the door and walked in.

To my great relief, the fireplace in Celestia's study was roaring strong. I'd been freezing in that bikini top! Not to mention there were so many steps up the tower to the Princess's chambers. Why the hell did the sisters choose to live in these high towers, anyway? Security reasons? Because they had wings and could just bypass the whole climb?

Oh, right, there was a 10-foot tall white alicorn in the room to deal with. She had her arms crossed under her (relatively petite) bust and was glaring hard at me. I didn't care.

I clapped my hands dramatically. "So! Where's that letter I sent you? What did I miss?"

"I burned it," Celestia muttered.

That got me to laugh. Really? She was just going to act like a petulant child because she couldn't do anything else? How pathetic! Then again, this wasn't meant to be an epic battle – I wouldn't survive if she started blasting spells at me. But I wasn't scared.

Instead, I paced back and forth a little and recalled the contents of the letter myself. "I'm pretty sure I put in 'No violence, no magic, no traps, no "accidents," no backup...'" I stopped in my tracks. That was far from the end of the list, but I'd just realized where the loophole was. "Ohhhh. Celestia. Celestiaaaaa." I used the tone of scolding a stupid, disobedient child. "Reeeally? Bishop and the boys weren't 'backup' because... the Royal Guard is already 'here'? Or because they weren't right next to you? Come onnnn." I threw up my hands. "Is that how you're rationalizing your resistance? By deliberately misunderstanding words?! C'moooooooon!!"

The pale Princess's steely expression didn't move. The only evidence she was listening was that her scowl deepened by a fraction of an inch.

I let out an aggravated sigh and rubbed my hands together. "Alright, then. There was another part of that letter. 'When I arrive, you'll tell me about any other loopholes you've thought of since our last communication, or remind me of ones that are still in play.' ...Well?"

Celestia let out an angry breath through her nose and looked to one side of the room. "You already know about one."

"Yeah, yeah, the resurgence of the Normal. Speaking of, do you have a clock in here...?" There was a small clock on the table next to a bunch of official-looking papers – the hands pointed to about 7:50. "Good, I'll have a few minutes to bitch you out. Anything else?"

The Princess remained silent for a solid ten seconds.

"Ooooh, this must be a good one!" I said gleefully. "What, is this your trump card? Tell me."

Celestia's shoulders fell and she closed her eyes as her mental resistance broke down. "It's... You have power over minds, but not over other destinies. The other 'cosmic concepts.'"

"I know that. I can talk around them though," I noted, thinking of Bishop, Rarity, and a few others. Then I snapped my fingers. "Ahh, you're expecting me to slip up with yours. The sun and 'sharing its warmth and love with all your subjects.'" I made gratuitous use of air quotes there. "Well, don't worry. After tonight, all goes well, you'll still be running Equestria. I don't want none o' that! Sounds boring."

I watched her face as I finished speaking, and she refused to make eye contact with me.

"Ohhh! That wasn't it, was it? There's more."

Celestia swallowed. "There is... one other concept. One above all, that you can't control, that will act if you threaten it."

I rolled my eyes. "Is it 'Friendship'?"

The Princess's grim, determined face was broken by the tiniest smirk. Uh-oh. She looked me dead and the eyes and said, "'Harmony.'"

My eyes narrowed and my mouth fell open slightly. I was going to say something, but the words failed to arrive.

"Your pathological abuse of power will eventually create strife, chaos, and suffering, even if it is 'Normal.' The friendship and Harmony that binds us all will not stand for it. The concept will strike back – through the ponies of today that embody that concept stronger than any pony I've ever seen."

From the triumphant smirk on Celestia's face, it was clear this was meant to scare me. And it was definitely a little scary. But as I began to comprehend exactly what she meant, exactly what the threat was, I didn't really feel the fear. I just got more and more angry.

"Are you fucking kidding me," I growled. "Twilight and her friends will blast me with a rainbow if I go too far. No matter what I say." It actually made sense to me. Based on everything I'd seen, done, and been told so far, it actually checked out. It was the natural conclusion to the whole 'my destiny versus yours' aspect of all this. I balled my hands into fists and pressed them against my head. "Rrrrgh! I hate this fucking planet! I hate the hypocrisy! 'Better make friends, because we've got a gun to your head!' Fucking bullshit!"

Celestia chuckled. Actually chuckled! The bitch was enjoying this! "That is our history, I'm afraid. Ever since friendship saved ponykind from the Windigos. You could summarize a thousand years of our civilization with the phrase, 'Make friends or die.'"

I couldn't be giving her more of an evil eye if I tried. "So that's why you're so determined and confident, even now? Because whether it's the Normal that gets me, or some pony whose destiny I've crossed, or the fucking Mane Six themselves, all you have to do is wait it out? That's how you've rationalized this whole visit?!"

"Yes." The Princess swallowed again; some of her bravado was draining away, but the core of her resistance was still there. "I can suffer any punishment you give me. So will my people, given time. But you... For you, this path only has one end. You must change course... or you won't be given the choice."

I turned my hateful gaze at the little table clock. A few more minutes to go until the top of the hour.

I hooked my thumbs under my pants and underwear and shoved them down, exposing my crotch. I pointed both hands towards my cunt and did an exaggerated hip-thrust in the Princess's direction.

Celestia recoiled in horror.

"Oh, don't give me that. A little pussy isn't going to kill you. Besides, you and I both know that if I had walked in here with a cock, this would be a completely different story."

Her eyes widened even further, even as her face broke out in a blush and her legs carried her one shaky step forward.

"Of course I know about the Masters. Luna told me everything. What, you thought I wouldn't just ask her while she was standing there in my dream? Please!"

Celestia finally got onto her knees. At her height, resting on her heels, she was still nearly eye-level with my boobs. In order to get into carpet-munching range, she ended up having to sit down entirely, her legs spread on either side of mine, her hands braced on my thighs for support. Hesitantly, she gave my lower lips a dainty lick.

A shiver went up my spine. It wasn't much, but god it felt good coming from the Bitch-Queen Supreme. I put my hand on her head, my fingers eventually curling around the base of her horn. "I fuckin' get it, y'know?" I groaned out as the Princess's tongue parted my folds. She let out a moan, too, as the first drops of my addictive fluids stained her tongue. "I get it. If you'd just led with that, given me a bit of a primer on, 'Hey, we hate humans because different humans made us to be sex slaves, just FYI,' I could've taken all that bullshit with a little more grace. It was not knowing WHY, and having to deal with it anyway, that made it hurt."

The Princess's tongue got a bit bolder, sticking deeper and deeper and... very deep into me. I knew pony tongues were long, broad, and strong – and I'd sampled them many times over the past few days – but Celestia's tongue felt like it was specially made for this.

"Whew! I, uh..." I was at a momentary loss for words as her lips finally wrapped around my button. "Mmm! God, what was I even... Right, humans. You fucking knew, you bitch. Fuck, yes... Aaah, you fucking knew I wasn't one of those ancient fucking godlike wizards. All the evidence said so. But no, your paranoid fantasy said, 'Maybe she's just hiding it!' Fuck– Mmm, right there... Fuck you. Or you just lu-lumped me in with them anyway. 'Oh, she'll be just as bad if she finds out.' Nngh... You caused all this. This is all your fault."

The clock ticked over to 8:00, and it made a quiet chiming sound. It was an important moment, but... I wasn't quite done with Celestia yet.

"You... You made me this way. You made me like this. You and your goddamn judgmental ponies." The haze of pleasure parted momentarily as a new wave of anger rushed through me. I gripped Celestia's alicorn horn tightly and pulled her further into my crotch, practically burying her muzzle between my legs. "And that reminds me! What were you thinking, ah, repressing sex everywhere? I get it; it's so theoretically if the Masters ever return, they'll reject the whole sexual control thing... But you've accomplished completely the opposite!" I pulled even harder, practically thrusting her face into my snatch like a dildo. "Every pony out there is fucking gagging for it!" I practically babbled. "They'll jump at a chance for sex! They'll make a deal with the... fucking... devil!!"

I screamed and arced my back. My hips pumped over Celestia's face as I drenched her in wave after wave of my cum. Her tongue dutifully lapped up every last drop. I let out a sigh of relief, more out of catharsis than physical pleasure.

Celestia pulled her head back from my cunt. Her face was wet and sweaty, but her eyes still had a little bit of that defiant fire in them. "Only because you made them that way," she said.

"I made it okay for them to want and have sex," I muttered, pulling up my pants; it was back to serious time. "I didn't put the desire in them. Look, I know you gotta say 'no' a little bit to, y'know, have a civilization and shit, but go on this journey with me: Instead of a world of sexual repression, a world of sexual mastery, where every pony knows what makes their libido tick so intimately that they can't be controlled."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "That... would never work. A pretty ideal, but trying to get there would open up all kinds of abuse."

I spread my arms and stepped back with a grin. "Ah ah ah. But you've got me. I could make that process so much easier. I mean, c'mon – a demigoddess with the power to alter social standards falls into your lap, and you don't even want to try taking advantage of that?"

"Not if it means eroding my little ponies' free will," Celestia countered, glowering at me. "And besides... that would require you to survive the resurgence. Which I won't help you with. You can brainwash me all you want, but I will never accept you!"

Very slowly, I leaned down towards the seated, submissive Princess. "I am sick... and tired... of you constantly... underestimating me."

And that's when I started glowing pink.

Princess Celestia quickly got up to her feet. "What is this? What are you doing?!"

Despite lighting up the room like a Christmas tree, I just grinned back. "Calm down. How about you show me that 'sex doll' form of yours, and I'll explain." I headed for the bedroom, saying, "Where's one of those big scopes I saw on the way up?"

I opened the door to Celestia's private bedroom, with the Princess reluctantly in tow, and opened the grand window-doors to the south-facing balcony. I immediately grabbed the enchanted spyglass mounted on the railing and pointed it at the city of Canterlot below, particularly the Noble Quarter. A quick scan of the streets revealed there were many ponies in the streets, their lips moving almost in unison. I moved over to the shopping district, and it was the same story there – to my incredible delight. I tilted towards the valley, towards the first settlement away from Canterlot, and the enchanted magnifiers automatically zoomed in. Down in Ponyville, many ponies I recognized had gathered around City Hall and were caught up in some kind of chant, too. This was happening everywhere, with everypony.

My hands were shaking. "Yesssssss!" Even though magic was pouring through my veins, practically, I didn't feel afraid of the Normal like I had a couple of times today. I didn't feel like my personality was on the brink of being subsumed. Quite the opposite.

"What have you..." The Princess gasped in restrained pleasure. I heard shifting of several great weights in the bedroom behind me, and the splattering of fluids on the ground. "What have you done? What have you done to my ponies?!"

"Oh, it's really simple. Honestly, if you were in a better mood, you'd probably be impressed."

"WHAT. IS IT."

I twirled around to face her with the pizazz of a stage magician, and beheld her. And I couldn't help but laugh. "Wowww! Hahaha, holy shit. They really did a number on you, didn't they?" Eight-foot tits, asscheeks like beanbag chairs, and those lips! Might as well hang a sign around her neck that said 'Blowjob Dispenser.' Her face was horrified and ashamed, but I just found it hilariously absurd.

"I... I still have my mind," she protested, doing her best not to lisp over those lips. "Tell me."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," I replied sarcastically, then put my hands on my hips triumphantly. "So! What I did was tell everypony in Equestria– Well, I had Twilight write to all the mayors, CEOs, community leaders, and I had Fancy Pants do the work up here under your nose... Anyway, I told everypony in Equestria that it was very important that, at 8 o'-clock, everypony should go outside – or meet up someplace with lots of people – and repeat a certain phrase where others could hear. And to spread the word and get as many ponies on-board with this plan before then. It's for a very important ritual, we told them – and when the Princess of Friendship is Magic says so, who could argue?"

"What. Ith. The. Phrase," Celestia demanded, so angry that she forgot to not lisp one time. It was really amazing hearing her 'serious Princess' voice while she was practically pinned to the ground by tits bigger than her body.

After another gigglefit, I spread my arms and said, "Everypony in Equestria is saying two sentences, over and over." My grin widened and became almost manic. "'Isabel is human. Isabel is normal the way she is.' Over and over. Where everypony can hear."

The pink glow around my body intensified.

I cackled, and Princess Celestia looked on in encroaching fear. "That... That could never work...!" she exclaimed, telling herself more than she was telling me. "That is not the truth, the ponies will know that! They don't even know who you are! This is such an unusual event, so abnormal... The cosmos will not be fooled by... by lies spread through the abuse of its power...!"

"Oh please. Normal isn't about what's true, it's about public perception. I thought you'd know this, Princess! It's Propaganda/Marketing 101. You don't need to convince people of your bullshit. You just need enough people repeating your bullshit enough times. Because after all..." My grin nearly split my face, and I could feel my eyes starting to glow. "People wouldn't be saying it if it wasn't a little true, right?"

The magic suddenly got so strong that my body was lifted into the air. "Woah-ho! Well! Guess it's showtime!" I winked one glowing eye at the Princess. "See you on the other side, bitch!"

Power coursed through me, rewriting every cell in my body, and as my body nearly scraped the roof, suddenly my vision changed – I no longer beheld Princess Celestia's bedchambers, but a vast ethereal plane of stars and symbols mapping out the land around me for miles. Tens of thousands of cutie marks dotted the landscape, and almost all of them were pouring power into me.

Normality. Acceptability. These concepts and their derivatives entered me, and I embodied them. They were indisputably mine, and with their combined power, I shouted to the heavens the one idea, one edict, that I wanted to burn into this world's reality:

I was Isabel. I was human. I am Isabel. I am human.

And from now on, no one else gets to decide who I am.

Back in the bedroom, my body exploded with a ring of pink energy, knocking over paintings and scattering papers and personal affects. I gently lowered back down to the floor, and I stumbled back onto my feet as the glow surrounding my body faded to a dim luminescence. I felt... full. Changed. Complete. And growing very, very powerful.

"Woah... That's spicy." I looked at my still-shining hands and laughed. "Haha! I guess they're still saying it out there. I mean, I only told them to stop when they get tired... Wonder how much power I'll have when the night's done."

I looked up at Celestia, who looked equal parts intimidated and defeated.

"Hey," I called to her. "I win. Can I at least get a round of applause?"

There was a flash of light and suddenly, there was a lion's paw grasping my throat. I was harshly twisted around to stare into Discord's full-sized face and his red-with-fury eyes.

"How about, instead of applause," Discord snarled, "you hold up your end of the bargain?!"

"Yeah, sure!" I replied instantly. "I'm free, so now you're free of me. That was the deal. I officially honor that."

The Spirit of Chaos let me go and started retching and coughing. Pink puffs of smoke billowed from his twisted mug, like he was a lifetime smoker, until with one big hurl he coughed up a... pink literal word-cloud, filled with the things I'd said to compel him to follow my commands. He waved his dragon claw through the word-cloud, and it dispersed into nothing.

Then Discord reached into my Bag of Holding and, in one smooth motion, pulled out both of Fluttershy's disembodied tits. "I'm taking these, too!" He stuffed them into a briefcase that appeared out of nowhere and put a trilby on his head – a tie had also appeared around his neck. "You'll hear from me soon, when I pay you back," he growled, and then stomped out the bedroom door.

"Hey– I didn't– I just needed her to–" I tried to say, but he was swiftly gone. I just shrugged. He hadn't murdered me outright, so I presumed I was in the clear. I just shook my head and muttered, "Such a rude boy."

I focused my attention back on Celestia, who was sitting on the bed – making huge indents with her gigantic asscheeks – and sulking into her humongous boobs. She was sniffling, and her eyes were closed, possibly holding back tears.

Groaning, I said, "Gee, way to kill the mood, Celly. Chin up! It's the first day of a lifetime of pleasure." I put a hand into my Bag of Holding. I didn't have many toys left after giving away the horsecocks and Fluttershy's tits, but I'd been saving the best for last. I pulled out a potion, marked with a label of a female symbol, then an arrow, then a male symbol.

I tossed the potion towards Celestia, who reflexively caught it in her magic. She stared at the label, then at me with confusion.

"I'm not into eight-foot tits," I said matter-of-factly. "Drink up. It's a Zecora special."

While she reluctantly uncorked the bottle and downed its contents, I got busy taking all of my clothes off. I wasn't going to need them for the rest of the night, or, if I had my way, ever again. Once I was nude, I sat up on a nearby desk and watched Celestia transform.

It was fast, and extreme. Those massive tits and buttocks shrunk like they were deflating balloons, and at the same time, her thighs were forced apart by a thick pink length of cock. For a second, there was a moment where Celestia was simply a well-endowed futa, and then the moment passed. The breasts shrunk into bulging, manly pecs, the ass compacted into a hard, muscular bubble-butt, and the cock just kept going and going and going.

Soft, thick, feminine skin gave way to firm bodybuilder muscle. Her– His biceps expanded to ludicrous proportions next, and the rest of his body followed suit, packing on more and more muscle beyond the point of excess. His muzzle became more angular, with a sharp and regal jawline. He even put on another few inches in height, to make his increasingly huge bulk even more imposing.

But as always in this world, the star of the show was his junk. When it finally stopped growing, it was long enough to loop around half the room, soft. Laid across the ground, the thickness of it would almost reach up to my knee. His white balls were so gigantic and full of cum that he practically had to sit on them, his legs spread and his little hoof-toes barely able to touch the floor.

I knew I'd be worshipping every inch of this tool later, but for now I could only laugh. It was the male equivalent of female Celestia's sexual absurdity. I fucking loved it, but it was also the dumbest thing I'd ever seen.

"Well!" I said, hopping off the table and stepping over the floor-dragging python. "What shall we do with this, hmm? Ooh, do I count as a magical creature now? Can I get transformed and stuff? Maybe we can make me stretchy enough to take this thing, or hell, turn me into a giantess! I mean, how long is this thing – we gotta be pushing like nine fucking yards or something!"

Celestia opened his mouth to respond, but his breath caught in his throat as he inhaled. His eyes zeroed in on me and my naked body. Involuntarily, he took another sniff of the air, then panicked and covered his muzzle with his hand.

"Ohoho! Now all those wires are crossed, huh?" I swayed my hips back and forth, making sure to thrust my pussy in his direction. "How do you like my female human pheromones now, Prince Celestia?"

I took another step forward, but... something odd happened. I felt like I bumped into something, except not. There was a general feeling of force in front of me, some kind of ghostly presence. I raised my hands to try and feel it out, and the fading pink glow brightened up again, revealing the outline of two massive sphere-like presences in front of me. It was super weird.

"What the hell is this...? Well, whatever it is, it's getting in the way. Let's just..." I pushed on the ghostly globes with my hands. Now that I was concentrating on them, I could actually feel them, and they had a little give.

Celestia let out a sharp gasp. His obscene pectorals started to glow in sync. "Wha-What are you–?" Ooh, his voice was so deep and rugged and rumbly now, even while he was kinda terrified.

Still, I had a mystery to solve, so I pushed. And pushed. I actually dug my heels into the carpet and put my back into it. It took every ounce of my strength, but eventually the two roadblocks started to get pushed back.

After crossing about a foot of ground, I suddenly felt drained. Everything sparked and stopped glowing in an instant, like a light had shorted out. The supernatural force disappeared, and with nothing to brace myself on, I tumbled forward. I tripped over Celestia's massive junk and practically faceplanted into his 8-pack abs, saved from a broken nose only by his arms that reflexively caught me.

"Whew..." I wheezed. I was incredibly tired out of nowhere, like I'd just finished running a marathon.

Then my world spun as I was thrown onto the bed. Before I knew it, there was a manly pair of lips smothering my own.

My eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, but the hyper-studly Prince Celestia was now laying beside me, his genitals hanging off the bed. And his mouth smooched and kissed every inch of my face and neck it could find.

I was frozen with sheer confusion for a second, and then I reluctantly pushed his face away. "Woah woah, what? What the fuck is going on?"

Celestia's flowing aurora mane billowed around the two of us, reducing my whole world to just his giant, masculine face, smiling down at me with amazement in his eyes.

"You changed me," he said in that rich voice of his. "Just a little bit. You changed my permanent 'template.'"

I blinked. "Wait, so... those were the ghosts of boobs past I was pushing on?"

"Pushing in," Celestia replied. "The form I would be forced to revert to eventually. You somehow saw it, and... changed it. I could feel it. Those breasts, the curse of the Masters... they're smaller now."

I put a hand on my throbbing head. The exertion of... doing that magic, I guess, had given me a headache, and this complete whiplash wasn't helping. "Uh... Okay, but... I only did a little."

"Don't you see?!" he said excitedly, freaking me out a bit. "You have the power to change our forms permanently. It is weak now, but eventually, if cultivated..." Tears began to form in his magenta eyes, and he kissed my cheek again. "For 1300 years, my people have been stuck with the bodies written into our very biology by the Masters. I have been stuck with an even more shameful form, hiding it for centuries so my ponies could have a leader worth looking up to and respecting. We've tried everything for a millennium – magic, potions, surgery. Nothing worked; it always grows back eventually, whether it's fast or slow. But you...! You could be our salvation. You could give me, and my ponies, a choice. Even if they want to keep their endowments, at least they might someday have a choice." Nuzzling against my face, he added, "And that is worth any price."

Isabel.exe has stopped responding and needs to reboot.

"Uh...huh. Eh... any price?"

"Yes!"

"Um... Okay. I... want riches."

"You already won't ever worry about money again. But if it's gold and jewels you want, perhaps the two of us could negotiate with a dragon for part of its hoard." There was a playful grin on his face that unnerved me. "That could be fun."

"Ooooookay. Uh... I want your hand in marriage!"

"Name the date." He took my hand and kissed my fingers. "The ceremony will be glorious."

"I... want a harem."

"We can announce openings tomorrow; I'm sure you'll have no shortage of applicants."

"They all have to be barely legal teens with huge cocks."

"Hmm. That will take a little longer, but certainly doable."

"What the FUCK!" I screamed, scrambling up the bed and away from his grinning face. "What the FUCK. What the fu... Why the fucking sudden change of heart?! When's the... Where's the... When's the other shoe going to drop?!"

Celestia took a moment to catch his breath and steady himself. Then he looked at me with the most soulful, pain-filled eyes I'd ever seen. "The sexual desire was never the difficult part," he confessed. "Nor was it keeping our history as sex slaves a secret. It was watching generation after generation grow up with bodies built for a purpose they never asked for. Hearing them ask, 'Why have we grown this way?' and never having the courage to answer. Hearing them say, 'Can we ever change this?' and never being able to provide an answer at all." He pulled himself forward, dragging his monstrous cock and balls partially onto the mattress. "But when you finally gave me that answer, I realized: I don't care about the sex. I don't care if ponies want to engage in kink. I just want them to be able to choose. I want them to have the right the Masters never granted them... that I couldn't give them."

I was once again at a loss for words. This was not how I saw the rest of this meeting going. I had to wonder – was this a result of the Normal affecting her– his mind? Driving him towards the perfect rationalization that would finally allow him to accept me, fully and utterly? Or was this all genuine emotion making him say all this? Probably a bit of both? I still didn't fully understand this power, especially now that it'd been upgraded to permanency. I reeled from having too many questions and not enough breathing room.

"I beg you," the Prince went on. "Please, stay with me, and help me give my ponies a better life. For that, I will give you everything you desire." Celestia's eyes became slightly downcast. "On... one condition."

I finally found the air in my lungs, and I used it to sigh and roll my eyes. "Of course," I groaned. "Here it comes."

"It could be the hardest thing I will ever ask of you," Celestia admitted. "Isabel... Let me be your friend."

...

Isabel.exe has encountered a problem and–

"If you remain alone, on this path of revenge and greed, you will succumb totally to the temptations of power. I've seen great leaders spin out of control with much less power than yours. If there's one thing I've learned over a thousand years of rulership, it's that you need friends just to stay sane. Without anyone with which to share the simple pleasures of a lunchtime meal, without an equal mind to share ideas with, without a shoulder to cry on in the darkest moments, all you're doing is wielding power for power's sake. It will drive you over the edge, and... And now, Equestria can't afford to lose you."

Somewhat robotically, I said, "If I don't make friends, I'll eventually piss off Harmony? Is that what you're saying?"

"I know." Celestia pulled himself up further onto the bed, resting his bare, muscled chest against mine. "It sounds like 'Make friends or die' again. I'm sorry for that. But I do not wish to lie to you. And I know forgiving me, forgiving my ponies – that is the last thing you want to do right now. But I promise..." He left a trail of kisses on my stomach. "I promise... if you open your heart to me, I will return your affections one-hundred-fold. I will be your slave, your concubine, your lover, husband, high priest, whatever you want. As long as I can also be your friend, and thus protect you from yourself."

His muzzle traveled up to my chest, leaving gentle butterfly kisses on the bottoms and tops of my breasts, and then up to my neck. As he buried himself in my shoulder and breathed in my scent, I considered two warring ideas.

Anger welled up within me. But Celestia also had a point. I couldn't forgive him for everything I'd been through, but it was my best chance for survival. This whole threat of being blasted by Harmony was bullshit, but Celestia really seemed genuinely interested in a peaceful, sexy relationship now. I could still say 'Fuck it' and take over if I wanted, but did I really want much more than what he was already offering? It seemed insane to stop now after coming so far and so close to taking over everything, but wasn't it smarter to quit while you're ahead? And so on, and so on...

But the devil in me slowly gained ground over the angel in me. While Celestia nuzzled into me and said sweet nothings into my ear to try and seduce me onto the path of righteousness, my face contorted into a deeper and deeper scowl, until finally I just slapped Celestia in the face. My hand bounced off his chiseled jaw and stung a little bit, but I didn't care.

"Twenty-four days," I said, glaring at him. "That's how long I've been fighting for my fucking existence on your fucking planet. Getting experimented on, the public shaming, the fucking mob, and even having to deal with this resurgence shit. That's how long it's taken me to start feeling slightly... fucking... safe."

Celestia lowered his head in shame, but I wasn't done yet.

"For the next twenty-four days," I declared, "you are going to be my bitch. Oh, you'll still run Equestria, but I will sit on the throne. You will be at my feet, completely nude with your tits out, or your cock, or whatever body parts I choose for you that day. And when you're done with the days errands, you'll spend every second making up for all the suffering you caused me." I sat up; he reeled back in a moment of fear, but I put my hand on the back of his neck and held him still. "You'll tell everyone about the Masters and about ponies being sex slaves, tomorrow. You'll use magic and potions or whatever to make me the sexiest woman who ever lived, and then you'll reintroduce me to the world as the Goddess of Pleasure, and make worshipping me the new national religion. And then – only THEN – if I'm satisfied after twenty-four days, then we'll talk about being 'friends.' GOT IT?"

We stared at each other, standing off with our wills. In a way, we both knew the consequences of this. We both knew that I was choosing to continue down a dark path, the path of anger. We both knew this might end in my destruction, and the loss of Equestria's first and best hope to undo the curse the Masters left on them.

And we both knew that I didn't care.

"Yes... my Goddess."

"Good." I pushed his head down between my legs. "Now suck. MY. CLIT."