Cast Adrift

I awoke slowly. The first thing that occurred to me was the warmth I was feeling. I felt as if I was wrapped in a cotton wool cocoon and put beside a fireplace. I stirred a little bathing in the sensation. The second thing that occurred to me was the softness of my bed.

I rolled my hand and grasped a pillow gently, pulling it to my face and nuzzling.

I slowly became more aware and heard soft humming. A song like a lullaby with no words.

Then I felt my mane being stroked, long copper locks being separated by fingers at my scalp then travelling down my neck.

I became aware of a heartbeat, not my own, coming from under my head and hand.

My eyes shot open and I froze.

Held in my hand was Celestia's left breast.

Princess Celestia's pert 'double d'.

I was nuzzling Princess Celestia of Equestria's right breast.

And I couldn't let go, I was frozen solid, and truth be told a little turned on.

I lay on Princess Celestia of Equestria, the Dawnbringer, with my new penis betraying me mightily by slowly waking up itself.

I was beyond embarrassment, beyond mortified. Her wings were wrapped around me and her other hand was tickling up and down my back. My dress, in my impromptu slumber, had ridden back up to the tops of my thighs, likely exposing myself to anyone who would enter the room.

I could clearly feel a breeze on my testicles.

I squeaked and shot up, but still straddled Celestia's hips and tried to tug my dress back down. “Sorry!”

“Welcome back, Ann.” she said with a soft smile, as if a pony falling asleep on her and groping her tit was nothing. Her mane drifted like an aurora around her head as she lay. I tried to look anywhere else but my eyes flicked to the breast and pink nipple I had been groping like a horny teen.

“Umm, sorry!” I said again, looking shiftily side to side. “S-SHOWER!” I blurted as I shot to my hooves “yes, shower!” I turned my back to her as quick as I could to hide my shame from her before it got any worse.

“Of course Ann, your wings have been preened so you should rinse them, I must admit though that I rather indulged myself with stroking out your mane, I hope you don't mind?”

“NO!” I almost shouted, “I mean no, that's ok!”

I dashed to the door and stumbled out to the hall. As I walked the short distance to the bathroom I was grateful for the privacy the enclosed nature of the residential quarters afforded. My penis was stiffening and I could feel a strange sensation in my testicles. I hadn't given myself the pleasure of masturbating in the week since I possessed my new genitalia. I felt embarrassed about them and I would certainly have not masturbated in someone else's home.

I burst in to the bathroom and locked it behind myself, the image of Celestia laid out under me with her perfect face and figure was burned in to my irises.

I darted to the shower and turned it on cold then started to take off my dress. I stood for a moment panting and tried to rid myself of my anxiety.

My penis was fully erect, pointing to the heavens. It was larger than I expected, it was something I felt a porn star would be envious of.

I gave myself a moment to think and a naughty thought entered my head.

I looked back to the arctic waters cascading from the shower then back to my penis.

My hand moved to the temperature dial and changed it to a nice warm temperature instead.

'Well Ann, this is your home now isn't it?'

I gave the shower a few moments to heat up. I could feel my penis bobbing in time with my heartbeat. It felt strange, alien, but hot. I could feel hot dampness on the lips of my vagina. I needed this release.

I stepped in to the shower, it was warm, but not too warm. I moved myself to position my head under the jets of water and wet my mane. Water trailed down my chest and back, larger drips fell from my chin to my penis. I stood fully under the water and pressed my hands in to the wall and looked down at the flattened tip of my 'stallionhood'.

A nervous flutter tickled down my torso as my right hand moved in halting motions to the stiff rod. I looked away as my hand encircled it and gripped softly as water continued to drip to the tip of it.

It was a different feeling holding a penis that was attached to myself. I thought of my previous partners and what they enjoyed as I released my hold and trailed feather-light touches up to the ridge at the tip.

I felt a hot tingling, pulsing warmth as my finger circled the head of my shaft. It was unlike anything I had experienced, like I was pleasuring a part of me outside of myself, something disconnected. There was a strange dissonance, I attempted to compare the feeling of stimulation to what I was more familiar with.

But it was good. It was a feeling I could enjoy.

My fingers moved away and I brought my hand back to the base of my penis, below the strange ridge of flesh near the base.

I grasped once more and hummed out a noise of agreement.

“Oh” I gasped as I slowly drew my hand from the base to the tip, before stifling the noise with my other hand and thinking instead 'I could certainly get used to this'. I started with slow motions up and down. My legs twitched each time my hand pressed over the fleshy ridge. My slow motions gradually increased in pace as I increased the strength of my grip.

My other hand moved to a breast and grasped firmly. I had always loved my breasts to be held and massaged during sex, the touch shot warmth and an electric tingle down my front to my mons. I tweaked a nipple firmly then moved to the other as my hand kept at the motions with my penis, up and down the full length.

The feeling of it in my hand was extraordinary. It was strange in a way, but the wings on my back felt more natural, the horn on my head inert. The missing finger on each hand felt ordinary and my hooves and new structure of my legs routine.

My penis in contrast felt like a true anomaly. The feelings sent to my brain strange, mysterious, but not in an unpleasant way.

I looked back down to remind myself that I was indeed stroking my penis.

A generous helping of pre was cresting the ridge on the underside of the tip, so I released my breast and scooped it up with a finger, jolting a little as my finger tickled the ridge. It looked so normal, cloudy, viscous, the strange feeling of detachment and arousal was keen in my thoughts.

I took my finger to my mouth and tasted, I felt no revulsion at all. I had swallowed much more in the past after all.

It tasted as expected, a little salty. It coated my teeth and stuck like I was used to.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the touch on my penis. My vision was suddenly overcome with the image Princess Celestia laid out on the cushion.

I gasped again but sped up. My other hand descended my torso and cupped my testicles. The warmth from my hand and the running water felt unusual but so sexy. I looked over to the bathroom mirror that was getting foggy with steam and looked at the beautiful mare hunched over and bashing away at her groin.

My eyes closed and I groaned again as I felt a buildup of pressure. The hand cupping my testicles dropped to the cleft of my mons and my index finger pressed in to the valley of it, the palm of my hand softly grinding in to my clitoris.

I gasped even louder at the juxtaposed sensations of the unexpected and familiar.

The pressure built more and the pace of my hand on my penis increased, my other hand pressed more firmly in to my womanhood. I curled my finger around and gently eased it in to my channel. My eyes closed again and instead of viewing the naked Celestia laid out, I was the voyeur to a heated kiss between the two rulers.

The pressure built in to a crescendo and suddenly, unexpectedly, released. It was an utterly different kind of orgasm. The usual sense of fulfillment was replaced by a need to release. To void.

I dropped to my knees as shot after shot of semen raced out of me. My hand released the now sensitive phallus but my other pressed further inside so I could feel the throbbing of my channel in time to the pulsing release of my penis.

I panted and my hands dropped to the wet floor of the shower as my orgasm tapered off to nothing, the water now pattering down on to my wings instead of my head.

“Holy fuck” I said as I looked down to my now softening penis. A long string of semen still attached to the tip and dangling lewdly to the floor of the shower.

I looked up and examined the aftermath of my orgasm and cringed.

I scooped up a particularly big rope from the wall and flicked it down the drain.

Someone would need to clean that.

After drying as thoroughly as I could and tying my mane up I had returned to Celestia in the sitting room, feeling rather flushed. Thankfully, but embarrassingly my stomach had chosen the moment I had opened the door to release a feral growl of hunger. After all, I had nothing to eat, bar a bite sized cake, since leaving Bry and Princess Twilight's home.

Celestia had giggled but led me back down the stairs to a communal dining room, explaining it was time for our evening meal anyway.

Waiting seated at the table was Princess Twilight, Bry and Fluttershy. All three had chosen one side of the table which was set for five, two seats facing them were for Celestia and I it appeared.

“Hi” Princess Twilight called as we entered the room, I was still feeling a little flushed in the aftermath of my masturbation session so I quickly trotted to the table and unceremoniously plopped my rear on the seat.

“Hello Princess, Bry, Fluttershy” I said giving each a nod.

Princess Twilight cringed from her position between the other two. “Please Ann, I'm just Twilight, or Twi” she said earnestly.

“Sorry” I said before my nose caught the scent of cooked fish. My stomach let out another loud grumble as Celestia sat beside me. “I smell fish!” I said with enthusiasm as I inspected the many sets of cutlery on the table wondering what it was all for.

“Oh, sorry about that” Bry said before turning to Twilight and prodding her in the ribs. She jumped, huffed silently and raised an eyebrow back.

“Shut your legs will you pet, we're eating soon” A scandalized look crossed her features. The look of a long suffering girlfriend. It was so familiar. So Human.

She picked up a bread-stick and batted him.. her? On the forehead quite firmly.

Twilight looked ready to respond before looking in my direction, then smiling back at Bry and giving a nod.

I was giggling like a lunatic. I have always been inclined to laugh at inappropriate things. Toilet humour. But it was more than just the joke, there was a catharsis to it. I laughed for far longer than was likely to be appropriate or warranted before, with an aching face and tummy, and tears in my eyes, I looked up at Bry.

“Thanks” I said.

“Nee worries pet”

“Bry” I said after I had finally stopped my manic laughter. “do you get used to it?” I said in a more somber tone. The other ponies had previously glanced over at me and seemed quite delighted that Bry had managed to extract a laugh and seemed to be giving the two of us a little time to chat. “I mean, you know. You were a man?”

“Oh yeah, much more of a man now though," he winked at me "just much more of a mare too”

“But you're kinda a girl?”

“Yup” ...she said.

“Did you have problems? I know you and the girls are kind of in a relationship...” I paused for a moment. “are...you're one of the girls?”

“Oh, I see what you are getting at pet. Well, its not really like that you see, 'she', 'her' its kind of their way of referring to people, sex has nothing to do with it. Don't worry about referring to me as feminine, I've been here long enough to get used to it” she said. “same for you pet, your still a lass eh, just got a big cock and bollocks to go with it.”

I gasped at her rough language, flicking my eyes to the Princesses.

“Ah, don't worry about it Ann” she said waving a hand dismissively “these lot" and another flick of the wrist "are always talking about cocks and fannies and getting railed, it's something you get used to. Am I right ladies?” Bry called out to the rest of the diners.

“Sorry Bry, what was that?” Twi said. My mouth and eyes were still wide at her saying such things in front of the rulers of Ponykind.

“Cocks and bollocks pet. Shagging and all that, I think Ann was wondering about what it is considered polite conversation”

“Bry!” Twilight said “you can't just tell her that it's okay to talk about sex and, what was that word you use? Wanking?” Bry nodded in response “that in public. Foals might hear!” she concluded.

Bry gave me a 'told you so' look. “Yeah, yeah Twi, the adults are talking now” and he grinned at her mischievously before turning back to me. “you see Ann, there is some things you are probably going to be a little surprised about. These ponies sitting here being all naked and sexy isn't anything new, its commonplace for them.” she said giving me a pointed look “doesn't mean we cant appreciate it of course, but sex, wanking, talking about dicks and fadges, it's all fair game. It's a bit jarring at first, but honestly, you get used to it quick.” she had a look of consideration for a couple of moments before concluding; “it's also super liberating. You don't really get how suppressed human society is until you live with oversexed horses for a little while.”

I nodded as my eyes darted to the other ponies around the table. They were all absolutely naked, aside from myself and Bry not a thread of clothing was on display.

I tried my hardest to remember another pony wearing clothes, and aside from myself and Bry I could not place a single one. Rarity of course was adamant that she was fully clothed at all times, but to a human that was impossible to argue. given her attire.

In the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Celestia's breasts and her large white penis in her lap. My eyes darted to the table and I startled as I felt her place a hand on the back of mine whilst still looking at and talking to Twilight and Fluttershy.

Bry leaned over the table and whispered in my ear. “Princess Celestia's hot as fuck isn't she”

I blushed a furious crimson and batted her on the shoulder. Boys!.

I leaned over myself and covertly asked her whilst the others were distracted. “Luna and Celestia... are they, sisters?”

“nah pet” she whispered back at me.

“Are they... you know?”

She sat back down and gave me a look that only a naughty boy can seem to replicate. Even on her feminine face it was the expression that drove many girls to distraction. Commonly referred to as the 'shit eating grin'.