Property of the Queen

Chapters

Property of the Queen: First Evening
Property of the Queen: First Early Morning
Property of the Queen: First Late Morning
Property of the Queen: Second Evening
Property of the Queen: Second Early Morning
Property of the Queen: Second Late Morning

Property of the Queen: First Evening

Your arrival on Epona, or more accurately in the Kingdom of Equestria, was not the least bit pleasant. One second you’re on the 9:21 commuter train home from work and then you’re passing through a blinding kalaedoscope of a tunnel of light and tumbling down in a grassy clearing with a mother of all headaches and a need to upchuck your last meal. Once the pain subsides enough for you to risk opening your eyes you notice how completely and undeniably screwed you are. You’re in a forest with only your tote bag, a flask of lukewarm coffee and your wits such as they are. And the angles of the shadows cast by the trees suggest the sun is either halfway to its zenith or halfway to dusk.

As the minutes pass you analyse the clearing for any sign of habitation, footprints, garbage or natural paths, and the shadows steadily become longer you can only conclude that you have a few hours until sunset. Scared out of your wits you try to rationalise which direction would most likely lead to civilisation. A distant howl makes the decision for you and you set off towards the setting sun and hopefully as far from the producer of said howl as possible.

The sky has turned orange and the shadows have become unnervingly long and pronounced by the time you find evidence of civilisation. A crumbling ruin of a castle sits on a vast pillar of rock surrounded by a ravine that may have once been the moat. But there’s a rope bridge providing passage from the forest to the castle. And it looks new.

Dehydrated, exhausted and in dire need of a piss you swiftly but carefully cross the bridge and enter the castle. It can at least shield you from the wind, rain and predators until morning. Then you intend to search for whichever settlement set up that rope bridge in the light of day. The doors won’t do much to keep the nasties of the night out. They’ve both rotted away on their hinges. Each is at least a foot thick and ten feet wide but the lower half of each has decayed to the point that you can just walk in effortlessly.

The entry hall would have no doubt been grand back when the place was new. Now everything smells of damp and mold and looks the part. The carpet releases a puff of dust (or spores) with every step on it so you make the effort to stay off it. It’s hard to tell if the moth eaten banners are in slightly better or slightly worse condition.

You look over your shoulder through the main doors and see night has finally fallen. You make your way up the marble staircase hoping to find a room you can sleep in for the night. Minutes pass and a hiss sends an icy bolt up your spine as you enter a hallway lined with plinths of rusting suits of armour and empty torch racks. Fighting the fear paralysing your joints, you inch your head around as much as you dare in attempt to identify the source of that hiss. Peering over your shoulder and illuminated by what moonlight penetrates the grime encrusted windows you see the head of the very last creature you would have expected to see tonight: a damned chicken.

The paralysis leaves you and you slump and let out a sigh of relief. Big mistake. Your sigh draws the chicken’s attention and its beady eyes glow an evil shade of red. The fear returns with interest.

The bird comes towards you and you see it’s not a bird at all. Whatever God saw fit to crap out this monstrosity was a sick bastard. The moonbeams illuminate the rest of the creature as it slithers towards its prey on the body of a boa constrictor. Even the crappy light cannot hide the fact that this abomination has enough muscle to crush your bones into a fine powder.

You stumble back on barely functioning legs and fall flat on your ass. A wet heat and the smell of ammonia makes its presence known in your crotch and inner thighs. A freezing cold and numbness creeps up your legs and arms. Your throat constricts and you can’t even manage to scream. All you can do is bring your arm in front of your face in a vain attempt to block the creatures gaze. The cold and numbness spreads up your torso and up your face. And as the monster gives a menacing hiss your world goes dark.

Your next conscious thought is to gulp for air as the sensation returns to your body. So starved for oxygen are you that you barely acknowledge the presence of the sterile white ceiling above you as you flop around like a beached fish. So much so that you don’t even notice that you’re lying on a hospital cot until you roll off it and the floor knocks what little air you had managed to gain out of your lungs. Your vision starts turning red as you lie there with pain shooting through your ribs and face and your bare ass exposed to the world.

A door crashes open and hurried footsteps rush towards you. You’re rolled onto your back and a pair of hands begin to pump your ribcage. Eventually your vision clears and your breathing stabilises as the owner of the hands comes into view. Your vision is filled with a bosom of astounding proportion covered, barely, by a thin, white toga. The material is so sheer that you think you can see the dark red silhouette of a nipple through it. The owner of the breasts helps you sit up and asks in a voice as smooth as silk and as enrapturing as a goddess’, “There now. Doesn’t that feel better?”

Your voice refuses to form a coherent sound so you can only manage to gulp and nod mutely. The voice titters at your shock. You try to maneuver your limbs to stand up but your arms are stiff and barely responsive and your feet cannot find purchase. You fall back on your rear end, the impact bringing the realisation that you are not wearing so much as a thread. You vainly try to cover your groin with your unresponsive limbs as the voice titters in amusement some more before scooping you up. For a few seconds your face is pressed into the underside of her left breast as she lifts and gently deposits back on the cot.

The breasts are still dominating your field of vision but at your elevation you can finally observe the face of your rescuer. Her eyes are a deep blue and framed by long, curling and elegant eyelashes. Silky, ebony locks frame her cherubic face and bright red lips. Her skin is a light shade of peach and glows with health and a beauty unmatched by any other you’ve seen in your life. From her fringe stands a horn, easily fifteen inches long and spiralling and tapering to a narrow point. Triangular ears poke out of her hair on either side of a crown with an opal as large as your thumb. From behind her shoulders peek a set of powerful, feathered wings the same shade as her skin. This woman, if that is the appropriate word, is the single most beautiful being you have seen and likely will ever see in your life.

A moment of deafening silence that seems to last for ever is broken when you finally manage to croak, “Who are you?”

“I,” she begins, smiling in amusement at your captivation as if it’s the reaction she elicits from absolutely everyone, “am Aphrodise.” She leans in for emphasis, treating you to a closer look at her canyon of cleavage and the maternal yet somehow predatory smile on her lips. “Queen Aphrodise the First of the Kingdom of Equestria.”

Rapid footsteps echo through the open door, heralding the arrival of a dishevelled nurse. The newcomer has her pink fringe pasted to her porcelain white forehead with sweat and her bun is frayed and loose.
“Oh, your Highness.” She says upon seeing Aphrodise and trying to regain some control over her hair. “I was unaware of your presence.”

“I’m not the one who needs your attention right now, Head Nurse.” Aphrodise turns as she addresses the nurse.

You were so captivated by Aphrodise's face and bust that you didn’t see what she was like lower down. Even with the restricted movement of your neck she’s turned just enough for you to see the image of a blossoming, pink rose on her hip. A voluminous tail sprouts just above her prodigious buttocks bound in an array of ivory white beads. Shifting your vision higher you see her hair is similarly bound all the way down her back.

As the nurse approaches your cot and measures your pulse the truth is hammered home: next to the nurse, and probably next to you as well, Aphrodise is absolutely titanic. If the Head Nurse’s hands are about the same size as yours, maybe a little smaller, and she barely stands as high as Aphrodise's bust, then Aphrodise must be somewhere around nine or ten feet tall. Holy damn.

As the nurse measures your pulse against her wristwatch your eyes creep back over to the Amazonian Queen. And enough of your senses have returned for you to realise you’ve popped a boner. Aphrodise notices your erection and titters again behind her polished fingernails. The nurse notices too with much less amusement. All you can do is grimace apologetically.

The nurse sweeps the cot’s sheets back over your prone form before addressing you. Her scowl has faded but not by much.

“Do you know where you are?” She asks.

“Somewhere in the kingdom of Equestria I guess.”

She continues, unamused. “Do you know which town you’re in?”

“Nnno.” You say hesitantly.

The questioning continues in a similar manner for the next few minutes: do you know the current year, do you know what the current capital of Equestria is, who rediscovered the elements of Harmony, who is the current Kaiser of Griyphios, etcetera.
The nurse goes quiet for a moment after the last question and jots something on the notepad she fishes out of her pocket.

“What is your diagnosis Head Nurse?” Aphrodise asks at last.

“Hard to say for certain.” The nurse says with her brow furrowed. “I took a considerable risk prescribing such a large dose of Petrificus potion. The muscle fatigue is to be expected during recovery but considering this is the first time the potion was given to a human I would expect there would be a longer recovery period than if the patient had been a healthy stallion. I would like to keep the patient under observation for another two days to cover the chances of any relapse.”

“Is he stable enough to transport?”

“Transport? You want to take him back to Ca-” The nurse catches herself when Aphrodise raises an eyebrow. The movement is barely perceptible but it’s enough to make the nurse backpedal. “Y-yes. He can be moved but he'll still need time to recuperate. Even in minute amounts, many of the herbs in the potion have debilitating effects on pony physiology and we can expect he’ll experience many of the common after effects as well.”

“Um, excuse me.” Both sets of eyes return to you. “Don’t I get a say in this?” You try to prop yourself on your elbow but Aphrodise steps forward and presses you back down on the cot.

“Just lie still.” she says. “Before you fall off again.”

You decide not to resist. “I’d like some ans-” You’re cut off by a fit of coughing and awareness of just how dry your throat is. “I’d like some water please.”

Aphrodise smiles that motherly smile and slides her arm under your shoulders. Sitting you up, she rests your head on her breast while her horn begins to glow a gentle green. A crystal pitcher and two glasses materialise suspended in the air. Aphrodise plucks one of the glasses down and the pitcher tips its contents in. She brings the glass to your lips and you obediently and gratefully suck the clear fluid of life down. “Feeling better now?” She asks, her tone kind with a trace of knowing mocking.

You nod but ask “One more please.” Partly out of diabolical thirst and fatigue, partly out of a desire to keep your cheek on her boob for as long as you can. She indulges you, her smile suggesting not so subtly that she’s completely aware of your ulterior motive. You swallow the second serve of water as she pours a third into the second glass. Now hydrated, you watch from your position on Aphrodise's chest pillow as she scrutinises her own glass, suspended in a green glow matching the one produced by her horn. Pressing the index finger of her free hand to the glass, you watch astounded as the crystal clear liquid changes to a deep red. The faint smell of alcohol makes its presence known. Holy shit. This woman just performed a miracle right in front of your eyes.

“Lovely.” She comments after a sip of wine. The pitcher and your empty glass vanish as easily as they appeared while Aphrodise suspends her own glass in the air. “Oh I’m sure you’ll see far more impressive feats in the future.” She says coyly at your look of amazement.

She gently lifts your head off her bosom and lies you back down on the cot. “And now I believe you were going to ask for some answers, yes?” She asks.

“Yeeeaaah.” You begin uneasily. “For one, what was that?” You gesture at the glass of whine hovering statically next to Aphrodise.

“Commoror.” She says simply. “A simple motion cancelling spell.” She elaborates when your confusion doesn’t change.

“A spell.” You repeat. “A magic spell.”
Aphrodise just mutely smiles in a patronisingly sweet way.
“Right. Then where am I right now?”

“You’re in Ponyville General Hospital.” The nurse speaks up. Aphrodise has such a presence in the room you had almost forgotten about her. “I am Redheart, the Head Nurse. Ponyville is a small farming town some twenty miles south west of the former capital, Canterlot.”

“Well then.” After that bombshell you would need to lie down if you weren’t already. “How did I get here?”

“You were found in the old Castle of the Sisters in the Everfree forest by some locals. You’ve just been released from a cockatrice petrification.” Redheart answers.

“The castle.” You try to dredge up the memory of that night. You remember leaving work and boarding the late train home, then rag dolling across the open clearing and choosing a direction and hiking through the forest, chasing the remainder of the day. You memory starts getting hazier once you discover the ruined castle. Some parts like the level of dust and mold in the banners and carpets are vividly detailed but all you can recall after entering the hall with the armour is a pair of red eyes inching towards you and a paralysing fear. You’re not sure but you think you wet yourself at the time.

Speaking of which. “What happened to my clothes?” You ask.

Redheart looks a bit uneasy when she answers. “You were naked when you were brought in. And that was two days ago.”

“Two days. Damn.” The memory of the eyes lingers and you bring your hand to your temple.

“Do you remember the cockatrice?” Aphrodise asks.

“I don’t know. And I don’t want to.” You realise as the pain spikes with your attempt to recall the creature’s appearance.

“That’s an understandable reaction. Most ponies wouldn’t bounce back so soon after their first encounter with a cockatrice.” Redheart says.

“Ponies.” You repeat. At this point it’s obvious that neither of these women are human despite the many similarities.

“Yes. We are ponies.” Aphrodise states. “Specifically, I am an Alicorn. And Nurse Redheart is an Earth pony. And you are a human.”

“And how many-” You begin but Aphrodise already has the answer.

“Only two. Both stallions. Or rather both men. And you are one of them.” Aphrodise says plainly, as if you had asked her the time of day rather than the total population of humans in the nation.

“Only two?” You repeat. Jesus.

“You’ve had quite a few revelations to swallow in a short period but we’ll have no shortage of time for more questions after you’ve rested and recovered.” Aphrodise says with a trace of impatience in her voice that says the time for talking is indeed over. “I’ll be escorting you back to Olympium where you can recover from your ordeal in my palace.”

“Olympium? I thought you were going to send him to Canterlot for further treatment.” Redheart pipes up with indignation.

“He will receive all the care he will need under my watchful eye in my home, Head Nurse.” Aphrodise replies with a hint more impatience at the challenge. “While I have no doubt Ponyville General can provide more than adequate care, Palace Olympium is simply better.” She is obviously a woman, no, a mare, who is accustomed to getting what she wants. And if Redheart’s reaction is any indication, she tends to get it. She honestly scares you a bit.

“I’ll be taking my leave now.” Aphrodise says with finality as she sweeps you off the cot, sheet and all, and carries you bridal style out of the hospital room. After her display you decide to offer no resistance or protest the absence of clothes.
Redheart can only offer you an expression that looks like a combination of sympathy and envy. With your head finding a now familiar spot between her elbow and breast, Aphrodise says over her shoulder to Redheart now alone in the room, “Keep up the good work Head Nurse.” In her sweetly mocking tone.

Aphrodise carries you suspended in her arms as if you weigh no more than an infant. Maybe you do. The breast you're resting on bounces slightly with every step she takes and you feel every jiggle through your cheek. Your dick still hasn't died down either.

A grand coach, looking right out of a classic Disney Princess movie, waits at the main entrance. Four winged ponies, all clad in gleaming gold ceremonial armour, wait at every corner. Aphrodise steps right in and takes her seat.

“To Olympium, please.” She says as she settles you on her lap, swaddled with the sheets. Now with your butt resting on her thighs and your head resting on her breast like a pillow, the coach smoothly drives forwards and shortly the sounds of crunching gravel vanish. As if you’ve taken off like a plane. Then again maybe it has. This voluptuous Amazon created two glasses and a jug of fine crystal from seemingly nowhere just minutes ago and then performed a trick worthy of Jesus of Nazareth. Flying wooden carriages doesn’t seem like a huge leap after all that.

And what a carriage it is. Aphrodise's shoulders and face still take up most of your field of vision but the back of her seat, the walls and ceiling look to be covered with a fine, deep purple fabric and made of a dense and well polished, dark brown wood. Your eyes fall on the glass of wine still floating next to your host. She notices where your gaze lies and grips the glass again as if she had forgotten about it. She takes another sip. You have to say she makes it look delicious.

“I can be so absent minded sometimes.” She says as she smacks her lips. “I’ve given you my name but you’ve not given me yours. How improper.” She says in her jokingly mocking way.

“Sebastian. Sebastian Weissman.” You say.

“And where are you from, Mister Weissman?” She asks.

“Leederville. In Western Australia.”

Aphrodise makes a ponderous sound before speaking again. “I must admit that I have never heard of such a city or a town. And unless I miss my mark, I can safely say you have never heard of Equestria nor any of its settlements either.”

“That’s true.” You say simply.

“Then I must also say that, my dear Sebastian, you are an extremely long way from home.”

“That looks to be the case.” You respond evenly, trying to hide the tremble in your voice at the spoken truth you were dreading.

Aphrodise picks up on it regardless. She takes another sip of wine and swirls it around in her mouth before swallowing. “Letting someone as vulnerable as you have alcohol would be a grave mistake. But I do have something that would be more beneficial for you.”

Your eyes dart around the carriage but you can’t see a basket or anything containing any food on the opposite seat. Your attention returns to Aphrodise as she lifts your head off her breast and lets you rest on the arm of her seat. She adjusts your legs so that you’re sitting comfortably across her lap and have your head resting on her arm. It’s not nearly as soft as her boob was but it’s about as comfortable.

Speaking of her boob. Her nipple is tenting the toga and is such a deep red that you can definitely pick out where the peachy skin of her breast ends and the areola begins. Without any warning or fanfare she gently pushes her free fingers into the strap of fabric and moves it aside to free her breast entirely.

She doesn’t mean to...

She begins squeezing gently and guides her nipple toward your lips.

She does.

“Open wide.” She says, gently and teasingly.

You hesitate but decide she really won’t like being disobeyed. Partly out of fear and partly because your dick still hasn’t decided to call it a day, you open your mouth.
Aphrodise plops her nipple, easily an inch long and as thick around as your thumb, in and you form an airtight seal with your lips.

“Now suckle like a good little baby.” She commands.

You do. And in just a few seconds your mouth fills with sweet, warm breast milk. It has a rich, soothing flavour and relaxes every muscle in your body the moment you swallow and pull in another draught. Well almost every muscle. Your dick is standing straight up like a flagpole and is hard as a rock. There’s no way she hasn’t noticed. The titter confirms it.

“Oh ho. Is that for me?” The sheets around your legs rustle and you feel her take a gentle, velvety grip of your mast and balls with her fingers. Her hand is easily large enough to caress your scrotum with her fingers and rub the head of your penis with her palm.

“So polite and proper. Standing to attention and saluting like this.” She titters again. “It’s almost enough to make me forgive you for not introducing yourself first.”

You feel your balls start to boil with her massage. She notices too and takes her palm off your head and tightens her fingers on your scrotum. Just by a fraction, enough to reinforce that she is in control without being painful.

“All in good time.” She says. “It wouldn’t do to injure yourself even further now would it?”

You shake your head as much as you can without releasing her teat and suck in another load of bosom juice. It’s making you feel heady and drowsy. But that was all part of her plan, wasn’t it?

“Good boy. Such a good little boy.” She croons. Equal parts nurturing and teasing.

Speaking of teasing. You don’t have the energy to buck your hips into her hand but you still feel precum building and leaking out.

“Oh here we are.” She says abruptly. Sure enough you feel the subtle impact as the coach touches down on solid ground again along with the crunch of gravel.

She slowly withdraws her hand from your crotch, making sure to rub her palm against your glans along the way. The carriage turns and grinds to a gentle halt.

You finally release her nipple and watch through hazy eyes as one last dollop of milk oozes out and hangs there. Aphrodise catches it on her finger before it drops off and makes a display of slurping it off followed by the precum smeared on her palm. She licks her lips in contentment.

“Well wasn’t that a lovely ride.” She says coyly. She gently gathers you back up before one of the winged ponies opens the door. Aphrodise steps out of the carriage with you back in her arms, your head back to its favourite spot on her breast.

“That was a wonderfully smooth ride Sergeant. I hope you are proud.”

“We are honoured by your praise, our Queen!” Four voices speak in perfect harmony. All the troops carrying the coach are female. From your vantage point, very female. Each has a smooth round face and a prominent bust. They all look to be around your height, maybe an inch above or below, but each bosom seems to border the line between realistic and disproportionate. Granted none of them can hope to compare to Aphrodise's twin peaks but that would be an unfair fight.

Each stands at sharp attention, two on each side of their Queen. Each bows as she walks past and you hear rattling footsteps as the last pair disappear from your view and the sound of the gravel crunching under the carriage wheels again.

The titanic oak doors swing inwards and Aphrodise is greeted by more castle staff. Maids and guards alike bow and utter “My Queen” as she approaches and passes.

Just before she turns a corner, you hear just on the edge of your hearing someone say “She’s caught another one.” Aphrodise's ear twitches and her eyes dart in the direction of the voice at the same time as a collective, sharp intake of breath. Her horn glows for a second and you hear the same voice give a strangled yelp before she continues on as if nothing happened.

You inwardly wonder who spoke out of turn and how they’re going to be disciplined. Aphrodise really didn’t like it when Redheart spoke back to her.

Soon enough another door flanked by two guards opens for her. These guards look nothing like the others. They wear hardly any armour save for greaves, bracers and shoulder plates and they each have a long, wickedly sharp horn poking through a hole in the tops of their helms in place of wings. They stand a clear foot taller than any of the other guards you’ve seen already and wear eggshell togas similar to their Queen. Each has a similarly larger bust than their smaller compatriots but once again they can never hope to compare to Aphrodise's bosom.

Aphrodise passes between them and the door closes behind her. Her horn glows again and you hear the rustling of sheets from a few feet away. She deposits you carefully onto what is perhaps the single softest bed you have ever encountered and will likely ever see again in your life. You look over to the opposite side and see the mattress and covers stretch away for another ten feet. This has to be Aphrodise's bed. She lives right in the lap of luxury every minute of her life. The mattress depresses around your waist as Aphrodise takes a seat next to you. She levitates the sheets from the hospital off you, leaving you in your birthday suit once more. You don’t even have the energy to try to cover yourself and you doubt Aphrodise wants that anyway. Your teased and neglected erection is still poking up despite everything that’s happened today.

"There are still a few things I need to see to before the sun sets, unfortunately." She says in a tone that might sound apologetic to someone who hasn’t spent the afternoon like putty in her hands. "Even I can only be in one place at a time. But before that, there’s something you need to finish." She frees her other breast, the one you haven’t nursed from, from her toga and then reaches behind your head and pulls you towards her. "You wouldn’t want to leave me uneven now, would you?"

You can’t even think of resisting. You just dumbly say “No” and obediently latch on and suckle again. Her milk is every bit as deliciously rich, creamy and warm as before. You stay where you are for several minutes, repeatedly sucking and swallowing before you release her nipple and flop back down on the plush pillows, your belly full of breast milk and your brain fuzzy and slow. You resist the urge to just drop off long enough to see Aphrodise lift her breast up to her mouth, swirl her tongue around her nipple and give herself one last powerful suck. You finally close your eyes as she drops her breast back and covers it up again. You think you see a small wet stain appear right over her nipple but you can’t be sure and you’re too sleepy to care. The last thing you experience before sleep finally claims you is Aphrodise licking one last drop of milk from the corner of your mouth and planting a kiss on your lips.

“Goodnight my sweet, little Sebastian.” Is the last thing you hear before you at last drop off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Property of the Queen: First Early Morning

As it inevitably does, a sunbeam in the face drags you reluctantly out of slumber. You blink owlishly at the solar intrusion and bring your left arm over your eyes. I takes you a moment to notice the lack of pain from this action. You seem to have recovered to a degree from yesterday if such an action no longer causes you grief.

The next thing you notice is your regular, early morning need to shit. And a third thing is brought to your attention when you try to shuffle out of bed: the presence of a hand on your groin with fingers caressing the base of your penis and your balls again.

You drop your arm just enough to open your left eye and observe your bedfellow. The now familiar glossy, black mane, long, tapering horn and motherly face of Aphrodise meet you. Her eyes are still closed and her breathing is slow, yet deep. And she spent the night giving you an even bigger case of blueballs than she left you with yesterday.

You try to shuffle to the edge of the mattress without disturbing the sheets too much. Her grip slackens and her hand slides off your crotch and you turn on your side to leave the mattress. Your feet touch the floor...and your ankles and knees buckle sending you face first onto the freezing marble.

Now all you can do is stay there in silent pain with your bare ass high in the air. And you still need to shit. You hear the rustling of the blankets and creaking of the mattress before Aphrodise's sweetly mocking voice graces your ears.

“Well well. I suppose there are worse views to wake up to.” She says from above you. You've hardly known this curvaceous Amazon 24 hours and you're already mooning her.

“Mornin’ yer highness.” You manage to mumble around your broken nose.

“Is there a reason you’re up and about so early in the morning, my good Sebastian?” It’s phrased like a question but the knowing mocking is so thick you'd need a lightsaber to cut it, never mind a knife.

“I need to use the toilet.” You mumble simply. You’re really in no mood for any metaphorical shit right now. No matter who it’s from.

“I beg your pardon? I’m afraid I couldn't understand that.” The mocking has somehow doubled.

“I need to use the bathroom.” You mumble again.

“I’m sorry I still didn’t catch that. Could I ask you to enunciate a little more clearly?” Doubled again.

Painfully, you bring your near useless arms forward and prise your face off the floor. “Your highness, Queen Aphrodise, could I please ask you to help me to the bathroom?” A full fifteen seconds tick by before she responds.

“Close enough.” You hear the blankets being disturbed once again followed by the twin clops of Aphrodise's feet touching the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Another faint rustling of fabric meets your ears before she clip-clops her way around the bed to stand before your vulnerable form.

Her feet...are hooves. You're so glad you got that little tidbit sorted out.
Aphrodise titters some nine feet above you. “Oh my. Anypony would think you were rather eager for something like that.”

You don’t have a rebuttal so you just groan in pain and humiliation. Your asshole is wide open for a sex goddess of a Queen and anyone else in the room to see. On the bright side, there’s no way in hell this day could conceivably get worse after this.

Aphrodise crouches and reaches under your shoulders before lifting you bodily straight up. She’s wearing a thick and fluffy white dressing gown. And despite the pain in your everything you have to admit it looks comfortable as hell.

She scrutinises your bloody and bent nose for a moment before bringing you closer to her. She’s got you sitting on her forearm and your head resting on her shoulder while her left breast cushions your abdomen. She touches the tip of your bent and bloodied nose with her right index finger and lights up her horn. Almost too quickly for you to perceive, your nose flashes extremely hot then extremely cold before returning to normal temperature.

You gingerly examine your schnoz with your left hand only to find all the cartilage back in its proper place and an absence of pain and spilled blood. You manage to squeeze out a “Thank you” before the pressure in your lower intestines reminds you of something important. “Could you please help me get to the bathroom now?” You ask gingerly.

Smiling down at you in her reassuringly teasing way, Aphrodise carries you to her private bathroom. The trip takes her all of five seconds but that's more than enough time for the breast bouncing against your lap to remind you of the past afternoon and night’s worth of teasing and lack of meaningful release. Your dick stiffens some more against the soft flesh and Aphrodise lets out a small noise that might be amusement at your predicament. She pats your left buttock with her free hand before moving it up your back to hold you in place.

Her bathroom is appropriately fit for a queen. Marble walls, floor and a hot tub set into the ground grace your peasant eyes. The mirror above the polished basin looks about the size of a small cinema screen. You can see your bare ass and back in front of the sex goddess in the white gown reflected back at you. Even her toilet looks like it cost more than you would make in a year. Although considering how large and heavy she likely is, it might not be amiss.

Aphrodise lifts the toilet lid and sets you down on the seat, careful not to set you so far back that you risk falling into the bowl. You stare at each other for about ten seconds before you ask for some privacy.

“You’re asking me to leave my own, personal, bathroom? How bold.” She states as if daring you to backpedal and take it all back.

“Please?” You ask again with an awkward smile.

“And if I refuse?” Daring you again.

You can’t formulate a response so you just continue your silent begging.
She bends down so your noses are barely two inches apart, offering you a chance to examine her Grand Canyon. You don't take it.

“Well, since you asked so politely.” She says humourlessly. She straightens her back before turning and walking to the door. Halfway along, her horn glows and the shower head over the hot tub erupts with a torrent of steaming water. “I’ll give you three minutes.” She says over her shoulder. “Use them wisely.” And with that she shuts the door behind her.

Now alone with only your thoughts and the rushing water, you get down to business. After expelling your biological waste and wiping, you start examining your dick and balls. Your scrotum is swollen and sensitive with blue and green veins clearly visible under the skin. You can’t be sure with an erection, but you think your penis looks about half an inch longer than it normally does when hard.

No matter. You need to relive yourself. Now. With a wad of paper in one hand and your rod in the other you start jerking off.

Two minutes.

You try to remember how soft Aphrodise's hand was yesterday when she was feeding you in the carriage. The way she rubbed your little head and fondled your balls while you gulped down her sweet, warm, delicious breast milk. The memory refuses to take form no matter how you focus on it.

Ninety seconds.

You try to recall how soft her breast was when she carried you to the bathroom. It was barely two minutes ago but you still can't focus on the moment.

One minute.

Instead of recalling, you try to imagine how nice it would have been to hump her boob. Having the pliant titflesh pressing all around your shaft while she expressed milk to lubricate your piston-like movement.

Forty five seconds.

You change tack and fantasise how she would give you a titfuck on the bed. With the way she would squeeze her mounds around your dick as you humped her and she would give your dick a little kiss every time it surfaced. All the while her sweet bosom nectar fountained from her nipples.

Thirty seconds.

You start panting as you get close to release. Your fantasy changes so Aphrodise is smothering you with her boobs while she nurses you. You focus on the memory of how soft her nipples were between your lips and the taste of her milk while she strokes your dick, her hand movements matching yours.

Fifteen seconds.

You finally grunt and spurt your cum into the wad of paper. You squeeze your fingers up the length of your shaft to get the last glob of semen out.

Five seconds.

You drop the creamed paper into the toilet between your legs just as the door opens and the real Aphrodise steps in with all her glory and splendour.

She immediately takes notice of your hand around your junk and the last, errant blob of pearly white goop forming at your swollen, red head. She crosses the space between the door and the porcelain throne, seemingly in two strides, and looks down at you with her hands on her hips.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Her tone lacks any trace of her familiar playful teasing. Instead she sounds like a mother who's just caught her Straight A son with a tourniquet around his arm and a syringe full of heroin in his hand.

Her horn glows. And so do you. You're jerked up off the toilet seat with a yelp and left hanging in mid-air, your nose almost touching hers. Her eyes are narrowed in disdain and her face lacks any trace of humour as she stares you down. You squirm under her reproaching gaze.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” She says again. “I had a plan that required you to hold onto that load. But now I may need to make another arrangement.” She speaks with a mother's disapproval mixed with a god's authority. Your throat constricts and any rebuttals or excuses die in your chest.

She reaches down to your groin again and with expert fingers coaxes the last traces of cum out of your penis. She holds up the dollop oozing down her finger in front of your face demandingly.

“Is this all that’s left?” She asks evenly.

“For now.” You choke out. If you hadn't already taken care of business this mare would have quite literally scared the crap out of you.

Aphrodise gives a ponderous “hmmm” before slurping the cum off her finger much like how she did with the last drop of her milk yesterday.

“I decided not to say anything yesterday because you were too unwell to listen.” She states as she floats you over to the hot tub. The shower head has stopped running already. You were so fixed on the pissed off mare holding you within her magic you hadn't noticed it. “But now seems like the best time to lay down the ground rules while you are staying in my home.”

She steps into the steaming tub as she says this. You’re still levitating at her eye level and you don't dare so much as blink to take your eyes off her. “Firstly,” she announces as she sits on the edge, “as long as you are under my roof you will obey me to the letter. You will eat and drink when I say you can and you will stop when I say you will. Secondly, you will be under my direct watch unless I give you permission to leave my sight. If you disobey me at any time for any reason, I will punish you like the naughty foal you are.” She's swept off her gown now and let it crumple to the floor behind her. Somehow being naked makes her even scarier like this. “Thirdly, you will find release only when I permit you to. If I say you will withhold your seed, you will refrain from releasing until I permit it. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” Is all you can force out through your tightened throat.

“And fourthly,” she begins before pausing for a clear twenty seconds, “you will speak with clarity and only when you are addressed. Now I’ll ask again: am I understood?”

“Yes! I’ll-I’ll be good!” You manage to force out as clearly as you can. You still sound and feel strangled with fear.

Aphrodise scrutinises your face closely before her smile returns with full force. “I’m so glad we could come to an understanding.”

Her horn's glow vanishes and so does the glow around you. You plop unceremoniously onto her lap and fall forward onto her breasts. She wraps her arms around you to prevent any falls or escapes.
“Now as I’m sure you’ve realised,” she says kindly as she lowers herself and you into the water, “you need a bath.”

Aphrodise's horn glows again and several bottles of bath product levitate into view. “Now just sit still, listen to me and everything will be just fine.”

An orb of water, the size of a basketball, rises out of the bath's surface, suspended in the now familiar green barrier of Aphrodise's magic. It hovers over to you and sensing what's about to happen, you shut your eyes tightly. The cascade of warm water soaks you to the core but Aphrodise produces another and repeats the soaking for good measure.

She begins lathering shampoo into your hair with massaging fingers. It smells very fruity. Another cascade of water washes it out and the conditioning begins. She leaves the lather in your hair as she moves on to the body soap. No nook or crevice is safe from her roaming hands.

She levitates you off her lap to soap up your posterior, spending more time massaging your buttcheeks than you're comfortable with. You don't make a sound. She rotates you away from her before she moves onto your front.

Those fingers invade your scrotum and penis gently but with uncontested authority before creeping up your stomach and chest. The perverted mare gives your nipples a little pinch when she reaches your pectoral area but you still don't protest. Two more warm waterfalls wash away the lather and you finally open your eyes.

“Now it’s my turn.” Aphrodise whispers into your ear before lifting you under your arms and depositing you on the bench of the tub to her right. In the two seconds before she stands up you notice that even sitting down the water level is over your nipples while the bottoms of her breasts are just barely touching the surface of the water.

She wades under the shower head, finally giving you a good look at her magnificent ass. Each cheek is as wide as your shoulders, maybe slightly more. The rose blossom emblazoned on each hip stands out proudly amidst the layer of water cascading down her body. Her soaked tail lies plastered down her buttcrack until she reaches behind and pulls it to the side to give you an unobstructed view of her glorious posterior.

“Could you wash me back there?” It's a command disguised as a request. You don't hesitate to pump a generous helping of soap into your hands and work up a lather. She scoots back to give you access to her rump and you take action.

Her ass is almost as soft as her breasts. If you were blind, you'd be convinced you were soaping up a pair of boobs instead of buttocks. You slowly move your hands in circular motions, not wanting to finish too soon. You dare to slip some fingers down the crevice between her cheeks. She doesn't seem to mind. Hell, she seemed to enjoy that moment of daring. You begin to massage the flowers on her hips before she pulls away. And your dick has woken up again.

“That’s enough of that.” She says with finality before turning and kneeling in front of you. She raises her arms behind her head and pushes her tits out in your direction. “I’m waiting.” She says tauntingly with lidded eyes. You work up another lather and begin massaging the soap into her milk cannons.

This is the first time you’ve touched her boobs with your hands and it isn't helping your boner to stay quiet. Your balls are reloading too. As you massage each boob as thoroughly as you can without creaming yourself on the spot, Aphrodise reaches under the surface and none too gently grips your little head between her fingers and thumb. You let out an involuntary grunt at the surprise pressure and release her breasts.

“We haven’t forgotten the third rule already have we?” She asks crooning.

“No.” You gasp.

“No?” Too short an answer for her.

“No, your highness. We-I haven’t forgotten!” You rasp.

“That’s good.” She says before moving back under the shower head and rinsing off your suds.

“Well wasn’t that a pleasant experience.” Aphrodise says contentedly as the shower turns off. “I do believe a bath provides a deeper cleansing than a standing shower ever could. Wouldn’t you agree, my dear Sebastian?”

“Yes, your highness. A most pleasantly, cleansing experience it was.” You agree for multiple reasons.

“Oh, we’re not quite finished here.” Aphrodise retakes her seat to your left and pulls you closer. Her hand migrates to the back of your head and pushes it into her right breast. Her nipple pokes at your lips, demanding entry. “You know what to do.”

You certainly do. You part your lips and let her soft nub in before latching shut. You want to start suckling immediately but decide to wait for the command. The next five seconds feel like eternity but she finally says a single word:

“Suck.”

And suck you do. You eagerly produce a vacuum within your mouth and are greeted with the familiar taste of mare’s breast milk. You swallow and pull in another mouthful, falling into a rhythm. Suck and swallow. All in pursuit of the next load of liquid happiness.

You curl your arms up on your chest in an attempt to keep your hands away from your straining dick. Your balls have definitely refilled by now. A light pressure on your right hand guides it away from your chest and closer to hers.

“You can touch, my dear sweet thing. Think of it as an incentive to keep following our set of rules.”

You uncurl your fingers and sink them into the soft, pliant flesh of her breast. You let your left hand match your right's position on the opposite side of the boob. You gently stroke up and down the soft, warm mass, feeling the skin flow under your fingertips.

Aphrodise produces a contented rumble in her throat at your caress and suckling. “Hmmm, that tickles.” She doesn't even bother hiding it as she licks her lips above you.

One minute becomes two. Then three. Then five before the inevitable happens. She says "Stop."

Releasing her nipple takes the greatest display of willpower of your life. You reluctantly tease the nipple and stretch it out as you pull away from her before it releases from your vacuum seal with a pop. Her breast bounces back as, just like last night, a last trickle of milk oozes out.

Aphrodise wastes no time scooping her breast up in both hands and bringing her nipple to her own lips. You lock eyes with her as she teases her nipple with her tongue and wraps her own lips around it. She gives herself two mighty sucks before releasing her breast and letting it flop back down next to its unattended twin. Her eyes never leave yours the entire time.

You expect she’ll want you to give her left breast the same treatment, but no. Instead she stands up and steps out of the tub before lifting you out by the shoulders and setting you on the edge.

You look over in the vast mirror and watch Aphrodise's reflection dry herself with a towel the size of a bedsheet, running into the canyon of cleavage and all around her upper portion before moving lower and rubbing her gorgeous ass against it. All this teasing will never end will it.

She finishes by wrapping the towel around herself and tucking it in around her breasts, followed by wrapping a smaller towel in a turban around her head before moving on to you. A warm, white fluffiness of the finest cotton is bundled around you by practised hands as you're scooped up again.

Aphrodise puts you back on her shoulder with her arm supporting your butt and her left breast in your lap. You try to ignore your unrelenting erection poking into her softness by wrapping your arms around her neck as she carries you out of the bathroom.

“Well, we had a bumpy start this morning but I have no doubt we’ll move past it today.” She whispers into your ear as you bury your face into her neck. “Now we have a long day ahead of us and I want you right there beside me through all of it. Okay?”

Once again her tone leaves no wiggle room for you to protest. So you just offer up a small “Okay.” in response.

“That’s a good little baby.” She coos as she gives you a light, open palm pat on the behind. “I have no doubt this is the start of a wonderful relationship.”

Property of the Queen: First Late Morning

Author's Note

The first two chapters of this story have been edited slightly. As I originally used Der-Artz's Original Character, Queen Eunomia, without their permission the female lead is now a busty, overpowered, sexually insatiable Alicorn OC of my own: Queen Aphrodise.

Similarly, Sugar Au Lait is an Original Character of my own filling a role that was originally intended to be Milky Way's.

Property of the Queen: First Late Morning

You are set down on the bed, still clad in the towel.

Aphrodise’s horn glows again and a gigantic, Oakwood wardrobe springs open behind her. Several outfits on hangers float out and begin orbiting Aphrodise as she scrutinises them. They’re all far too small for her so they have to be for you. The way she holds them up between you confirms that theory. She wants to play dress up. And you’re her doll.

A simple toga, which looks to be made of the same material as the one she wore yesterday, is first. A long, deep blue loincloth reaches down below the skirt. You hope that thing isn’t going to be your best choice.

Next is, of all things, a light blue sailor’s uniform complete with cap and scarf. The toga and loincloth suddenly don’t seem so bad next to the Donald Duck cosplay.

The third item makes you start praying for the toga. It’s a black, lacy, gothic Lolita dress. And she looks like she’s seriously considering it.

Aphrodise’s smile grows as if she really likes the thought of having you in a trashy gothic Lolita getup. “Maybe another time.” She says finally and levitates the dress back into the wardrobe. The sailor’s suit follows after another minute of her making up her mind. The toga and loincloth combo win. Yay.

Aphrodise unravels your towel by hand and slips the toga over your head before strapping the belt with the loincloth around your waist. You cooperate as much as your limbs allow, silently dreading the day when she decides to have you put on the Lolita dress. Or maybe she’ll put it on you herself. God, why does that turn you on?

She levitates several different outfits from the wardrobe. These are definitely sized for her. You notice that the eggshell toga with purple trim, the trashy, red cocktail dress and the long, white, silk dress have several features in common: they’ll do barely anything to cover her forward or rear assets. Aphrodise is a mare who loves to show off, as if you hadn’t figured that out already.

She eventually decides on the toga and unbinds the towel around her form while the silk and cocktail dresses are returned to the wardrobe.

You try to look off to the side and ignore your still throbbing boner but your eyes are inevitably drawn back to the voluptuous mare fishing a pair of sandals out of the wardrobe. By hand. She’s bent over with her wobbly cheeks right in your view. You note her tail looks like it’s elevated slightly. Since you’re looking at it straight on though it still blocks her orifices from view.

Well, she was hardly shy about her nudity in the bath but you didn’t get, or take, the chance to even glance at her groin. You were so captivated by her tits and ass that the thought didn’t even cross your mind.

Aphrodise stands back up and slips into the sandals, followed by levitating the toga over her shoulders and fastening it with a gemstone brooch over her left breast.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asks innocently.

“Yes your highness.” You reply. You’d be having a much better time of it if you could at least touch yourself.

Peering past Aphrodise’s shoulder you think you can see an article in the wardrobe with a Holstein print. From the bed you can’t tell exactly what or how large it is.

She finally turns around after arranging her web of beads in her mane and tail. You nervously try to adjust your loincloth without making your hardon too obvious. At least it’s knee length but you still feel horribly exposed with so little cloth on you.

The fabric of today’s toga is about as sheer as yesterday’s. Her dark red nipples still show through plain as day.

“There’s somepony I have to meet with very soon.” She says abruptly. “I’ll just be going to my study to see her for a little while. In the meantime, I want you to remain exactly where you are until I return. Understand.”

“Yes your highness.”

"And do you remember the first two rules we discussed in the bath?"

Discussed. That’s a laugh. She held you naked in her magic forcefield and lectured you like she’d caught you emptying the sweets jar.

“That I would follow your rules to the letter and only leave your sight with your permission, your highness.” You recite. It’s like being back in second year.

“Very good.” Yeah. Just like second year. “Otherwise,” she steps towards you and crouches so she’s looking you right in the eye. “I’ll have to punish you. And I really don’t want our relationship to have an even rougher start than it’s already had. Do you?”

“No your highness.” Rough start she says. After greeting her with your gaping anus and being magically restrained and lectured after jacking off in her bathroom, rough is an extremely generous definition of the morning you’ve had.

“Very good.” She says again before closing her eyes and puckering her lips. “How about a good morning kiss for your Queen?”

You internally debate whether or not she’s serious for all of one second before leaning forward and planting your lips on hers. You pull away after five seconds of contact and she opens her eyes. Her pucker remains. She looks dissatisfied but stands up and strides purposefully out of her room.

Now you’re alone. In the bedroom suite of a giant of a mare with a mother of all mothering fetishes. And a wardrobe full of dress up outfits. It’s still open. The trace of Holstein pattern is hidden behind the Lolita getup. And if she has such a trashy dress in her collection then you doubt it’s the worst option of clothing she has for you.

Curiosity and dread wrestle in your mind. Could whatever that cowhide patterned article of clothing is be any worse than the dress? And do you really want to find out? Yeah. You do.

Looking to your left and right, you try to gauge just where on the bed you’re sitting. You’re still floored by the sheer size of the damned thing. You bounce on your ass lightly to test the mattress. You figure it’s soft enough that you’d leave a dent if you got up. So you could probably slide off the bed, verify the nature of the mystery clothing and make it back to your spot on the mattress before Aphrodise comes back from whatever kind of appointment she has. With that plan in mind, you slip off the mattress.

You land on sore, creaking ankles and stagger before regaining your balance. You can manage this. It’ll only hurt if you overextend yourself. Even with your mobility restricted you can probably make it to and from the wardrobe with time to spare. You hobble over to your goal.

You pull the hem of the Lolita dress aside to reveal the target of your curiosity. It’s a vest. And it’s in your size. Aphrodise has a cow print vest for you. So is she into cowboy role play? Does she plan on having you put on the vest and milk her like a dairy cow? You don’t find the mental image unappealing.

You open the vest to see if there are any other kinky surprises hiding from you. There’s another article hanging from clips on the hanger inside the vest. And it’s a sparkly, purple speedo. Not what you were expecting but in hindsight you probably should have been. But the crotch is huge. Does she seriously expect you to be able to fill that? Speaking of...

Your balls are still roiling with fresh semen. You pull your loincloth to the side and cup your scrotum to examine it again. The blue and green vessels are still popping. And your dick still hasn’t received the memo to sit down and shut up. Your erection hasn’t died down at any point this morning. Not even after you came in the bathroom earlier.

Did Aphrodise slip you Viagra at any point? She couldn’t have. The only thing you’ve had to eat for the past two days is...her milk.

So it’s not just the teasing and blue balling that’s been keeping you hard. Her breast milk has to have some kind of aphrodisiac property to it. You think that sentence over again and realise just how much sense her name makes now. And possibly healing properties too since you can at least stand and move about on your own today compared to your prone state yesterday.

You examine your penis again, comparing the length to your palm. If you really have gained half an inch in length overnight then that’s probably another attribute of hers.

Alicorn breast milk. It’s one hell of a drug.

You catch your reflection in the mirror embedded in the wardrobe door and see another change to your appearance: your hair has grown a clear two inches at least. You kept your hair short for work because your manager was an obsessive compulsive jackass who nitpicked about everything and nothing and keeping it short was just one less thing he could nag you about. Now though it’s well beyond regulation length.

Aphrodise’s boob juice. It can’t be anything else doing this.

Two spears butt against the floor from the other side of the suite entrance. She’s back already. You wince as you painfully hobble back to the bed and plop your ass back on your dent in the mattress a bare second before the doors open and the source of your changes walks in followed by a smaller mare in a maid’s dress.

Aphrodise’s eyes lock onto you instantly and she walks leisurely towards you with the maid in tow. You feel beads of sweat form in your brow. She couldn’t have known you went against her orders could she? But she can levitate you around like you weigh as much as a feather and she did the whole water to wine thing right in front of you. For her having some kind of magical motion sensor has to be child’s play. Shit.

Aphrodise stands before you with her hands on her hips. Her gulch-like cleavage is on open display but you force yourself to look higher into her disapproving glare for the second time that morning.

“Sebastian, did you leave that spot on my bed while I was absent?” She’s testing you. You’ve got the choice of two answers and either way, you’re getting punished. May as well not put fuel on this fire.

“Yes your highness.” You say shamefully.

“And why did you disobey me despite our little talk about the ground rules?”

“I was curious.” You feel smaller and smaller with every answer.

“You were curious.” She repeats back. “You were interested to find out if the rules of my home didn’t apply to you?”

“No your highness.”

“Then what were you curious about, pray tell?”

“I wanted to know what was in the closet.” You decide not to admit what exactly you were looking for unless she asks.

“The closet.” She repeats. “You wanted to know what I kept in my wardrobe.” It’s a statement of fact. She may as well be saying the sun is hot.

“Yes.” You just want to get this punishment over with. Does she want you to grovel for a pardon? Or will she just spank you since she treats you like a small child?

“And was your curiosity satisfied by disobeying me?” Loaded question. You found regret.

“Yes.” It’s the simplest answer. And not really untrue.

“Do you make a habit of being nosy when you are a guest in another’s home, Sebastian?”

“No your highness.” Not really a lie either. You didn’t get invited anywhere much.

“Sebastian, stand up.” She says simply.

You obediently slide off the bed and stand ramrod straight in front of her without breaking eye contact.

“Now kneel.” Looks like she wants a display of grovelling.

You collapse to your knees on the spot but decide not to bow until she gives the order.

“Ms Au Lait, join him.” So the maid’s name is Au Lait. Is that all? Do ponies have extra names?

The mare kneels beside you as commanded. You steal a second’s glance at her. She has soft, light brown skin and a pixie cut a similar shade of white to a latte under her headdress. And boobs.

Her breasts are almost popping out of her uniform from their size. Some breast flesh is bulging out over the low window on her chest. It must be painfully tight like that.

Your eyes snap back to Aphrodise. She knows you just ogled the help, no point in denying or hiding it.

She looks down her nose at you for another few seconds before she turns back to the wardrobe with her hands clasped behind her back. It’s hard to see clearly from this angle but you think her horn is glowing again. So she’s using magic for something. Apparently she’s using magic on the loincloth covering your butt for some reason since it’s being pulled to one side.

You hear something slide on the floor, behind you? No. It’s right underneath you. There’s some mystery object under your ungirded loins and you think you know exactly what. The sliding sound repeats. This time to your right.

A whimper from Au Lait confirms your suspicions. You each have something poised to enter where the sun don’t shine and you’re both at the mercy of an angry dominatrix with the ability and will to force you to lower yourselves onto them.

But Aphrodise isn’t done yet. She finally turns around to face her captives again. And she now has a penis. She has an erect, eighteen inch long phallus wobbling in front of her with testes as large as tennis balls. There’s no way she could have hidden that monster from you in the bath. Did she grow it from magic while she was moving the most likely-buttplugs under you and Au Lait? Can she even do that?

She waves her new extension in your direction. You’ve never had the chance to examine a dick up this close and you never wanted it. But it certainly looks real. From the swollen head the same shade of red as her nipples to the thick veins crisscrossing across its surface to the wiry black hairs covering her balls. It looks like the real deal. Especially when she moves it alongside your head right next to your eyes. The musk from her scrotum is invasive. She mutely moves the fleshy rod over your head so you're staring right into her hairy, wrinkled sack. You breathe shallowly through your nose.

“In my entire life,” Aphrodise says at last, “I have never known such a degree of disrespect from both a guest and a member of my staff.” She inches her balls closer to your eyes. You don’t dare open your mouth, lest she decide to have you tongue her nuts. Or worse.

“I voluntarily take you into my home to recover from the effects of the petrificus potion. I clothe and bathe you and let you feed from my bosoms. And yet you decide my generosity and hospitality are secondary to your impulsive desires to invade my private areas.” She turns her dick on Au Lait. She turns with enough speed that she nearly whacks the poor mare across the jaw with it. “And you decide to criticise my decision to allow such a guest into my home in front of my own staff and guards.”

Au Lait’s apparently having similar thoughts as you with a huge dick in her face. She’s smartly keeping her mouth shut tight.

“I’m honestly at a loss for words.” Aphrodise says. “I’m also at a loss for a suitable punishment for this insolence. Should I simply terminate your employment, Ms Au Lait? Or should I make an example of you to deter any further acts of insubordination?”

Au Lait is whimpering and her lips trembling when you finally get the nerve to speak. “I beg for your forgiveness!” You blurt out, taking Aphrodise’s attention away from Au Lait.

“Excuse me?” Aphrodise demands.

“I beg for your forgiveness, my Queen!” You continue. “I-” You catch yourself before you say you meant no disrespect because you have no doubt Aphrodise wouldn’t believe it. “I beg for your forgiveness of my insolence. And of Miss Au Lait’s.”

Aphrodise smirks in amusement at your desperate act but returns her attention to Au Lait. “You are such a lucky mare to have a stallion speak up to defend your honour Ms Au Lait. But how do you defend your own actions of yesterday evening?”

Au Lait swallows and speaks her piece, trying to ignore the dong hovering next to her face.

“I cannot, my Queen." She says with a light, Belgian accent. “I cannot justify my speaking out of place or lack of professionalism from the day before. I can only accept any punitive measure you decide is appropriate for my disgrace.”

Aphrodise stares down her nose, and dick, at Au Lait for a long moment before taking a step backward. Au Lait sighs in relief as the penis is taken away from her proximity.

“Good answer.” Aphrodise says simply. “Perhaps pairing you together was a good idea after all.”

“Pairing?” You and Au Lait say in unison.

“Yes. You see before our guest, Mr Weissman, necessitated this little disciplinary display, my first idea for your punitive measures, Ms Sugar Au Lait, was for you to be his personal attendant once he had recovered from the long term effects of the petrificus potion. I had brought you to my study and my suite so you could meet one another and establish your relationship.”

You and Au Lait glance at each other for a second. This is sounding quite over the top to you both.

“Then this was...” You begin uncertainly, glancing down at Aphrodise’s penis.

“Oh, just a scare tactic.” Aphrodise chortles. “It comes right off.” And with that, she removes her phallus and balls from her groin. “You see?”

You steal a split second glance of her vulva before her own loincloth settles into place and you see the realistic texture on the fake penis recede. Now it looks like a deep blue, silicon sex toy.

“Magic.” You mutter.

“Magic indeed.” Aphrodise confirms. “Now rise and follow me to my study.”

Sugar Au Lait quickly stands and flattens out her skirt. It seems Aphrodise is not fond of undergarments since Au Lait is going commando. It could be part of Aphrodise’s house rules or another part of Au Lait’s punishment. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised by either.

You struggle to stand but your knees and ankles just call it a day and you stumble forward into Aphrodise's cleavage.
You hear her say something that ends up muffled from your position between her soft, warm boobs before she effortlessly picks you up under your arms. Holding you aloft like Rafiki once did with Simba, Aphrodise gives you her teasing smile before settling you onto her shoulder like she did when she carried you to and out of the bathroom this morning.

You look behind her as she carries you to the suite entrance and sure enough, right under where you and Au Lait had been kneeling were a pair of onyx black buttplugs. You feel like you both dodged a bullet with that.

The trip to Aphrodise’s study takes only about a minute down the hall. You pass guards and maids alike going about their duties and bowing as their Queen passes. When Au Lait comes into view though, eyes shoot wide open and lips disappear behind fingertips in shock. Thankfully Aphrodise doesn’t seem to have eyes on the back of her head. Then again she loves attention so maybe she’s just more lenient when it comes to pointing and staring than with speaking out of turn.

The journey ends with another set of oak doors and another pair of tall, barely armoured guards. The door opens of its own volition and Aphrodise enters without missing a stride with Au Lait in tow. Speaking of whom...

From your vantage point on her Queen’s shoulder you think you see Au Lait’s eyes dart down for a split second to Aphrodise’s behind. Well it’s definitely an attention grabber. Does this mean Au Lait likes females though? You glance down to see your carrier’s glossy, voluminous tail framed by the protruding shelf of her butt.

Yeah. It’s an ass without compare. And you had the privilege of washing it earlier.

The memory of soaping and massaging Aphrodise’s soft ass comes back in full force. And your dick, still won’t take a rest, decides to poke a smidge further into the boob resting on it.

Aphrodise gives a small chuckle at your involuntary reaction. She then lifts you off her shoulder with her magic and sets you down on a plush sofa before taking her own seat on your left.

“Now why don’t you two get to know each other while I get to running my kingdom?” She suggests sweetly as sheets of parchment lift off the low table in front of you and arrange themselves around her personal bubble.

You take her advice and turn your attention to Au Lait, having seated herself on the similarly plush armchair at the end of the table.

“So...” You both try to break the ice at the same time before realising this and chuckling at the cliché.

“After you.” She offers.

“No. Ladies first.” You counter.

“But I’m a maid, not a lady.” At least the awkwardness is starting to evaporate. “I was born and raised in Fetlock County and I had a job at a coffeehouse there for a few years after school before I was sent a job offering here in Palace Olympium.”

“Okay.” You say simply. “I’m guessing you were a barista?”

“Yep. Kitchenhand too sometimes. Really whatever needed to be done. I’d been doing it for almost six years before I heard of the job offering and so I decided to throw my hat into the ring.”

“What's the County like though? I'm not familiar with most of the country.”

“Oh it’s just a small, quiet place in the foothills of the Whitepeak mountain range. It’s no Canterlot or Manehatten but it’s home.”

“It’s a farming town?”

“Farming and timber. There are several logging camps and sawmills in the mountains and valleys. During winter that’s where all the local farmhands go so you almost never see a stallion around town.”

“And why did you decide to take the maid job? For the money?”

“That and the change of scenery. The coffeehouse was a nice place to work but working as a maid at Palace Olympium came with more benefits like more paid days off.”

“And if you’re going to take some personal leave it may as well be paid leave.”

“Exactly!” Au Lait chortles.

“Now it’s your turn.” She says. “Please. Tell me about where you’re from.”

“It doesn’t have much to be said about it compared to the rest of the country. Fremantle is just a small port town in the southwest corner of Western Australia.”

“Is that where you were born?”

“Yeah. Dad came down from Berlin in Germany to find work, met mum and you know how it goes. First comes love, then comes marriage-”

“Then comes baby in a baby carriage!” You finish together, chuckling. You’re really starting to like this mare. Aphrodise smiles at your display of harmony.

“First me, then the twins came out. We all went to the same schools but then we started drifting apart.” You continue.

“How so?”

“Me and my sisters all wanted to go to different universities. But I really didn’t know what I wanted to study. I took a couple of semesters in primer courses to see if there was anything that would grab my interest. But I got tired of being broke all the time so I decided to take a study break for a year and make some money.” You shake your head and sigh at your folly. “I was naive.”

“Why? Did it not go as planned?” Au Lait asks softly.

“Any job more than entry level requires you to go through about ten years worth of study for a qualification and to go up to your eyeballs in debt pursuing it.”

“Did you find one?”

“Yeah. I was desperate enough to apply for jobs in assisted living homes. The money was crap and the hours were even worse but I was out of options.”

“Was this assisted living for the elderly?” This comes from Aphrodise, surprising both you and Au Lait.

“Most of the time. The rest I was caring for people who simply couldn’t look after themselves.”

“It was a home for the physically disabled then?” Au Lait correctly deduces.

“They were people who were born sick, developed badly or were just plain unlucky in the genetic lottery. Some had spinal or brain injuries and hospitals just didn’t have the time or money to properly care for them.” You sigh at the unpleasant recollection. “But even with the low pay and long hours, the bigotry and ignorance you get from people when it comes to discussing what you do to make ends meet is disheartening.”

Aphrodise’s quill has stopped scratching. You have both mare’s attention now.

“These people are pretty much considered refuse that can’t be discarded and forgotten about. Or just drains on taxpayers wallets. But they’re still people. No one wants to acknowledge them as such. Or put in the effort to make their lives a little better.”

The silence stretches on for a minute.

“Oh look how time has flown!” Aphrodise remarks looking at the clock on the wall. “I think we could all do with some refreshments now. Could you please bring us some tea, cakes and sandwiches from the kitchens Ms Au Lait?”

“Certainly my Queen. Which tea would you prefer?”

“Surprise me.”

Au Lait stands and takes her leave, leaving you and Aphrodise alone again. A minute passes before she speaks up again.

“That was quite an impassioned display.” She notes.

You’re not all that proud of it. Things slip out whenever you fall into that hole and you invariably feel guilty after you climb out again. “I’m sorry for the negativity.” You say meekly.

“Don’t be. You’ve offered me a window into your past experiences. And I’m rather flattered to think that you trust me and Ms Au Lait to such a degree.”

You look up into Aphrodise’s face and see only understanding and empathy. Not a trace of mocking or teasing.

“I have an apology to make as well.” She admits.

This is getting strange. Then again the last day and a half of your life have been extremely non-standard.

“I have come to believe my display in the bedroom was excessive for the occasion. And I would like to offer my apologies for subjecting both you and Ms Au Lait to such an intrusive experience.”

Oh it nearly got very intrusive all right.

“This does not mean,” she continues, “that your actions are completely excusable either. But moving forward, I will refrain from making such extreme and threatening inquisitions.”

She sounds sincere. But you’re not in a position to reject her apology. “I accept your apology my Queen. And I will follow your house rules so long as I am within its walls.”

“That’s good. Now,” She’s fiddling with the strap over her left breast. That’s right. She only let you drink from her right breast so far today, “how about an offering to bind our agreement?” She suggests as she exposes her left boob to the world.

That is perhaps the best thing you have heard all morning. You scoot over to her and try to climb into her lap. You still don’t have the strength for it so she picks you up under your shoulders and delicately plops you onto her knees. You recline onto the armrest of the sofa with her engorged nipple right at your nose. It’s so close you’re almost seeing double by trying to keep it in focus.

Aphrodise begins massaging her areola with her left hand and coaxes a trickle of milk out. “Don’t let them escape.” She urges, back to teasing. You lick each drop up before it can run down her breast and latch onto the soft, warm nub.

“Ready when you are.” Aphrodise coos.

And you begin suckling with aplomb. The taste of milk hits you like a breath of life as your mouth steadily fills under the force of your suction. You swallow and begin the process again. The familiar headiness returns and your eyelids droop. You think of tempting fate and try to reach up to her breast with your hand. She gently catches you and guides your hand back down to rest on your chest. Groping denied.

“No touching.” She gently scorns. “Disobedient foals don’t get to touch the Queen’s bosoms.” You feel her reach under your loincloth and begin lightly massaging your testes. “But if you’re good for the rest of the day and follow the rules,” She pauses to make you pay attention to her ultimatum. “I might give you a little treat tonight before we go to bed. Can you do that?”

You nod around her nipple and rumble your answer through your throat, unwilling to let the breast escape.

Time doesn’t flow by nearly slowly enough for you before Aphrodise is stroking around your ear to rouse you. “Wake up Sebastian. Ms Au Lait is back with our lunch.”

With the greatest reluctance, you force your eyes open and let the nipple free from its confinement. Aphrodise gently helps you sit up and moves you back to the sofa. You’re still drowsy enough that you want to rest your head on the side of her right breast like a pillow. You’d want to do that anyway if you were fully awake.

Sugar Au Lait is sitting back in her armchair with a large tray with a teapot and two plates of sandwiches and pastries on the table. Aphrodise’s paperwork has been made scarce.

Even through your hazy vision though, Au Lait looks uncomfortable about something. Is it because she walked in on her Queen breastfeeding the human she just met today? No. It looks like she’s suppressing the desire to whimper in pain. As your vision clears up you see her dress looks even tighter around the chest area. She’s definitely in pain now.

“Oh, did you only bring two cups?” Aphrodise asks. She levitates one of the teacups and saucers up to eye level and with a flash of green magic, another identical cup and saucer float next to it. “Now that’s better.”

She sets the first cup down in front of her and floats the duplicate over to Au Lait. Then she notices her maid trying to hide her squirming. “Oh. Is that because of me?” She asks innocently.

A crystal pitcher, identical to the one she summoned at the hospital, pops into existence with another burst of magic and levitates in Au Lait’s direction. “Could you fill this up please, Ms Au Lait?”

That seems like the exact thing Au Lait was waiting to hear. She seizes the pitcher out of the air and settles it between her thighs. She then reaches behind her back and hurriedly unlaces her dress, freeing her swollen boobs. And with an ease that comes from doing it for her entire life, she points both nipples into the pitcher and squeezes twin rivers of milk into it.

Au Lait squeezes and juices her breasts rhythmically for about three minutes without rest as the liquid level in the pitcher creeps up. She finally leans back and breathes deeply with a vivid flush in her face as the pitcher sits almost full in her lap.

You honestly don’t know how you should react to what you just saw. It was a turn on for sure, not that your hardon has let up at all since you woke up, but the mares you’re around seem to be treating it like it’s entirely normal. As if the act of caressing and milking your laden breasts into a jug in front of your Ruler and her guest is as acceptable and as expected as breathing. And that’s not to mention the sheer amount of milk in it.

You estimate the volume of the pitcher to be about five to six litres and the milk level rests at about a sixth of the way from the rim. So Au Lait was holding some two and a half litres in each breast. No wonder she’s so relieved.

Aphrodise levitates the jug full of breast milk over to herself and summons a shot glass with her magic. She dips the shot into the milk and brings it to her lips. The milk vanishes between her lips and she swirls it in her cheeks before swallowing. She gives a contented “Hmmm” before producing another two shot glasses and dipping all three into the milk again. She touches a fingertip to the bottom of each shot and you see the milk change subtly in composition and colour.

“Would you like a taste?” She asks sweetly as the two new shots drift over to you and the still panting and flushed Au Lait.

You gently pluck yours out of the air and take a whiff. It’s alcoholic. You take the shot and savour the taste. Aphrodise turned her maid’s breast milk into a cream liqueur. You never learned about Jesus doing that in Religious Education.

Au Lait woozily takes her shot and knocks it back. Her face scrunches in pleasure and she relaxes again. You second that. That is some really nice liquor.

Aphrodise samples her own shot and smacks her lips in satisfaction. “Lovely as ever. But now it’s time for some proper lunch I believe.”

The tea pot pours steaming brown tea into each cup and the plates of sandwiches and cakes make the rounds between the three of you. You take a shortcake and two sandwiches in your fingers before the plates move onto Au Lait, who has recovered and composed herself enough to take part.

This is the first solid food you’ve had since you woke up in hospital. Actually it’s the first since you wound up in the forest. You never thought you would crave a simple tomato and cheese sandwich so much. Or just to have something to physically sink your teeth into. You hope you won’t have to give up on nursing from Aphrodise completely, but nor do you hope real food will be a rare occasion from now on.

Au Lait finishes her sandwiches and cake and resumes your conversation. “Sebastian, you said you had two younger sisters earlier. Could you tell me about them?”

She wants to hear about Isabella and Vanessa the twin gremlins. “Are you sure? A lot of it is unflattering.”

“Certainly. I have no siblings of my own so I don’t know how interesting life with them is. Especially with twins.”

“Well wonder no more. We were at each other’s throats all day and night. Those two would even gang up and cover each other’s alibis while they framed me for making a mess or breaking something.”

Au Lait seems a bit taken aback and Aphrodise is watching you out of the corner of her eye.

“It surely wasn’t like that all the time? Was it?” Au Lait presses a little more cautiously than before.

“Well, no.” You sigh. “I could actually get along with Isabella most of the time if we were watching or discussing a show, something political or doing a chore together. But Vanessa would, without fail, just derail everything and sweep ‘Bella into her chaos. When she was around they would just decide that trying to make me suffer an aneurism was more fun. Damned ‘Nessa.”

“But despite all that you were close enough to have nicknames for each other.” Aphrodise states.

“Calling us ‘close’ would be a rather generous interpretation.” You retort. “But we all chilled out. Eventually.”

“Do you ever wish it had been different?” Au Lait asks sensitively.

You sigh again. “I dare you to find any sibling who hasn’t claimed to hate their family at some point in their life. But, as an adult, I think I would have just stagnated if it weren’t for our constant need to one-up each other. So there’s that, I suppose.”

“Let’s not worry about the past.” Aphrodise says, sagely. “Rather, let’s focus on what makes us happy in the present. And in the future.” She finishes as she looks down at you slyly. That’s right. She offered you a treat if you behaved for the rest of the day. And if it’s anything like the ‘treats’ she’s given you already, then you intend to be good as gold.

“You worked at a coffehouse before coming to Olympium, Au Lait? Was it the family business?” You ask.

“Yes. Mother was propertier and manager but Father was actually a conductor and guard for the S.E.R.S. For thirty years he was working on the railroad.”

“All the live long day?”

“All the live long day!” Au Lait laughs. You have to admit that she’s cute as a button. And you’ve enjoyed talking with her so much that you had completely forgotten about her open front until her laughter sent her boobs jiggling all over the place.

When her chortles settle down, Au Lait finally notices her exposed chest. “Oh, I almost forgot about the girls.” She smiles contentedly as she puts her ‘girls’ away. A problem arises when she reaches behind her back. “Ummm, could I ask you to help me lace up again, please Sebastian?”

“Sure thing.” You say hesitantly before scooting over closer to Aphrodise. Au Lait rises from her seat and sits down again on your right with her back facing you. You quickly rethread the lace on the back of her dress and begin tying it between her shoulders.

“That’s a little tight.” Au Lait protests.

“Sorry.” You say before undoing the knot and letting some slack into the lace and retying it. “How’s that?”

She rolls her shoulders and pinches and shifts the fabric around her breasts before answering. “A little loose but I’ll fill up again in no time.”

“Alright then.” You say, simply.

Silence stretches on for a few seconds before Au Lait speaks up again. “Is something the matter, Sebastian?”

“I’m...trying to think of how to address the subject sensitively.” You confess.

“Then I can save you the trouble.” Au Lait holds up a hand and marks off each point on her fingers. “Yes, I regularly lactate. It’s something that I got from my mother’s side of the family. Yes, they often get in the way. Yes, they do get bigger during the day. Yes, stallions do stare at them. Yes, I do bottle and use my own milk instead of buying it. And no, I didn’t make a habit of putting it into the coffees I made.”

“Alright then.” You repeat after the info dump. “Sounds like something you’ve had to say quite a bit over the years.” She answered your question at least. And a few more.

“Yes. Yes I have. Boys.” She says derisively as she rolls her eyes.

An intrusive pain behind your eyes makes itself known and you bring your hand to your forehead. Your vision is swimming as your headache grows and you swoon onto Au Lait's shoulder.

“Sebastian? Are you alright?” She asks, alarmed.

Aphrodise pulls you upright before you can answer and presses the back of her hand against your forehead. “You’ve been trying too hard.” She says after a moment. “And I think giving you liquor was a mistake as well.”

“It was good liquor though.” You mumble. You can't disagree with her though. Socialising has worn you down and you didn't even realise it until too late.

“Shhh. No more talking.” She hushes you as she gently lays you down on the sofa. “Just rest.”

Your head settles on someone's thigh, though you're too addled and drained to tell if it's Aphrodise's or Au Lait's. You close your eyes and try to settle into a drifting semi-consciousness.

Property of the Queen: Second Evening

Sugar Au Lait idly strokes your hair as your drift off on her lap. She’s rather worried by how quickly your condition turned. “How did he get like this?”

“He’s still got a road of recovery to go.” Aphrodise says sympathetically. “His immune system is pulling nutrients from all over his body to counteract the remaining effects of the potion and his joints and muscles are suffering for it.”

“You said it was the petrificus potion earlier, my Queen. How long would the recovery period normally take?”

“A healthy stallion could be expected to be back to full strength within four days. But the head nurse at Ponyville was required to prescribe a much higher than normal dose of the potion, close to the lethal amount for a pony.”

“Why so much?”

“A standard delivery would not be sufficient for a human. I find they have a rather unusual resistance to most magics. Certainly to a degree never before seen in a sapient people on Epona.”

Au Lait mulls over the last answer. “But he’s not from Epona, is he, my Queen?”

“That is harder to say.” Aphrodise sounds almost melancholy. “The most obvious assumption would be that he is an extra-terrestrial being. It’s also possible he is from Epona's distant past or future, a possible member of a precursor or successor species to call our world home. But all these theories require quite a lot of contrived coincidences.”

“Like how we speak the same language.” Au Lait says plainly.

“And other factors such as biology and culture. Oh just look at me!” Aphrodise suddenly catches herself. “Here I am just spilling national secrets so easily. I hope you understand the need to keep what we’ve just discussed strictly between us Ms Au Lait.”

“Of course, my Queen. I won’t be sharing anything from in this room.”

“Or my own, of course.”

“No my Queen.”

Aphrodise looks along your prone form, lying with your head on Au Lait's thigh and your feet on her own. She examines the alien extremities without waking you up. From the ankles that offer you a greater range of motion and tilt than a hoof, to the toes, a holdover from your distant simian ancestors.

“I do believe that our respective kinds have more in common in terms of biology and physiology than not. But it may be to early to say, given ponykind’s experience with humankind is limited to just two specimens.”

“He has a rather low opinion of some of his own people, apparently.” Au Lait remarks as she thinks back to how you described your working life.

“If his experience is any indication then humans may be quite selective with their empathy. And Sebastian here may have an unusually large heart.”

“How long do you think he will take to recover?”

“That is also hard to say. My milk has certainly helped along his healing process, but he can't get all the nutrition he needs from it. And I think nutrition is something he was rather lacking in before he entered our lives.” Aphrodise says as she runs her fingers lightly along your leg.

Au Lait hesitates before speaking again. She did walk in while you were nursing from Aphrodise, but she thought the image was rather cute. And it's not as if she hasn't let some close friends drink from her taps before either. “He certainly looked like he enjoyed the lunch we shared. I think some solid food would do him good.”
“My thoughts exactly, Ms Au Lait.”

You eventually wake up to find yourself alone in Aphrodise’s study. Whoever’s thigh you had crashed onto has been replaced by a plush cushion.

The sky outside the windows has turned amber. You’re reminded of when you had to hike through the dense forest until you found the abandoned castle. Why did you decide to follow the sunset? Because something in the opposite direction had howled and you tried to put as much distance between yourself and it as you could. Then your destiny changed when you went inside the castle and encountered the...what did nurse Redheart call it? The cockatrice?

You’re pretty sure it’s the name of a monster from Greek or Roman legend. You still can't remember what it looked like but that’s probably for the best. It’s like the image of the monster was a brown note of sorts to your brain so it wouldn't retain anything. Or the trauma of the event prevented you from recalling it. You’re going to stay the hell away from forested areas from now on.

Your stomach growls. It has to be close to supper time. As much as you look forward to gulping down Aphrodise’s milk again, you kind of want something with more variety. You haven’t had a properly cooked meal since you decided to leave home.

Hold on.

The palace would have to cater to its staff, guests and residents. Of course there should be a dining area somewhere. And anyone with enough clout or reason to spend a decent amount of time around the Queen of a nation would be sure to be well catered to.

Are you one of those people though? Aphrodise has obviously taken a liking to you but would you be considered important enough to be seated in the same room as diplomats, nobles, politicians and whoever else would be considered a VIP?

The door to the study opens quietly and someone steps in with a clatter of armour. You sit up, expecting to see a winged guard, but no. Instead it’s one of the taller, bustier, horned, intimidating guards with the spears. She glowers at you with undisguised contempt.

“Our Queen requests your presence for the evening meal.” She growls. You wait another second to see if she has anything else to say but she looks so pissed that you try to slither off the sofa as fast as you can. Your feet hit the floor and...you collapse against the coffee table when your knees buckle. Again.

You painfully hobble around the sofa, trying to support your weight with your arms. You’re not fast enough for the guard’s liking though.

“Get on with it you foal! Our Queen does not enjoy waiting!”

“I’m sorry.” You mumble. Your foot catches on the leg of the sofa and you go sprawling down on the marble tiles. Pain shoots through your ribs and chin. And you’re pretty sure your ass is exposed again.

“Are you quite done yet?” The guard snaps.

“Sorry.” You mumble again as you try to stand. The guard loses patience and none too gently pulls you up by the arm.

“What is wrong with you?” She demands.

“I still can’t walk.”

She glares up and down your body before she growls again. “No. You cannot.” She bluntly states.

Rather than set you back down though, she decides to sling you under her arm like a sleeping bag and carry you out the door herself. She's manhandling you so easily that maybe that is all you weigh to her.

Maids avert their eyes when they see your handler approaching. As if ignoring her will make anyone safe from her glower. You're kind of glad though. You don't want to indirectly flash a mare who's just doing her job since your loincloth is flapping almost uselessly behind you.

You reach another grand door flanked by two more Amazonian, spear wielding guards. Your own guard unceremoniously sets you onto your feet and shoves you into the door. It opens before you can break your nose on it and you stumble helplessly into someone's gigantic cleavage.

Aphrodise’s familiar, warm hands find your back and stabilise you against her chest.

“Sebastian! Are you alright?”

Somewhat reluctantly, you pull your head out of her valley and look up into her wide eyes. “I’ve been better.” You say simply.

Aphrodise lightly touches your chin and you flinch at the contact. You don’t need to be able to see your chin to know that it’s bruised.

Aphrodise glares over your head. You hear a spear clatter to the floor. And you think you hear someone's knees trembling.

“Guards.” She says evenly. “Please escort the corporal back to the barracks. And prepare her.”

“Yes, our Queen!” The voices of the door’s guards ring out in harmony. You hear the guard who ‘escorted’ you plead and blubber for forgiveness as she’s dragged away. Then the door closes and all outside noises cease.

Aphrodise continues to glare at the closed door for a few seconds before she returns her attention to you. The disappointed glower is replaced by her warm, motherly smile.

“Are you hungry Sebastian? Because I certainly am.”

“Yes, my Queen. I’m ready for dinner.”

Aphrodise tenderly lifts you onto her shoulder and you wrap your arms around her neck.

“Remember to leave some room for dessert.” She coos and her eyes dart down to her vast tracts of land.

You take the hint and just nod. So she won’t be taking you off the boob for the foreseeable future and you’re getting the chance to have some proper food too. This is an absolute win.

Aphrodise gently sets you down on a cushioned seat at a grand, polished banquet table. On your right is a larger, more ornate chair and on the opposite side of that is Sugar Au Lait, in a seat identical to your own. Of course the seat between you would be for Aphrodise.

You also notice how high the table is and how tall the chairs are to match. Aphrodise takes her seat and you see how she is seated at a perfect level with the table. Of course the Queen wouldn’t compromise on her own comfort at her own table. Everything else is appropriately increased in size to match her height. And other dimensions.

Several covered platters are presented by mares in waitress outfits. Glasses of wine are poured and the three of you tuck in.

Several minutes into your roasted vegetables and trout and you decide to pick up your conversation with Au Lait.

“So, Au Lait,” You say as you peer over the shelf of Aphrodise’s bosom.

“Yes, Sebastian?” Comes the response.

“You said your dad worked for the E.R.S. The Something-Railway-Service?”

“The South Eastern Railroad Services. Mother is still well enough manage the coffeehouse but Father decided to only take a semi-retirement.”

“So he could keep working?”

“Yes. During winter he offers his services to the logging trains out of the mountains and valley. They have to compete to have a stallion of his experience.”

You sigh nostalgically. “Once the train drives into your heart, it stays there.”

“How true.” Au Lait sighs back. Sounds like she still has a good relationship with her parents. “Father still loves the railroad. Were your parents railroad workers as well?”

“Not in the same way yours were. Dad is an accomplished electrical engineer. He was almost always in demand to diagnose and fix heavy machinery like construction equipment. When I was younger he would get contracts from the nearby port to repair their cranes or engines.”

“And is that why you have such a love for railroads?” Au Lait chuckles. “Your daddy would bring you along and you’d play on the locomotives?”

“Sometimes. I was also raised on stories that romanticised steam travel.”

“Stories of cowponies and train robberies in the old days?” Au Lait sounds amused.

“Well that and others.” You think back to a simpler time when you would race from the car to the tv after school in order to catch the next episode of your favourite show. “Back when my sisters were toddlers there was a show that revolved around the adventures of the trains on a small island. That was my obsession in my early childhood.”

“The adventures of the trains themselves? The trains were the characters?”

“Yes. They even had faces on their front ends.”

Au Lait just starts chuckling into her hand and Aphrodise joins her. You feel your face flush as you regret revealing so much.

“I’m sorry Sebastian,” Aphrodise says after regaining control of herself, “but that is simply an adorable thought.”

“Yes. Quite adorable.” Au Lait chimes up as she suppresses her giggles.

Aphrodise puts a hand on your shoulder when she sees your downcast and flushed expression. “Oh don’t look so ashamed Sebastian. That you have such fond memories of those stories is wonderful. And that you can reflect back on such a time of your life with such nostalgia.”

“A time before I had to worry about paying rent.” You mutter bitterly.

“Well now is not that time.” Aphrodise says as she gently pats your shoulder. “Now eat up before it goes cold. And do tell me how the trout is. My chef doesn't often have to prepare meat and would love to hear if you like it.”

“The fish is very nice.” You say quietly. “So is the wine sauce.”

“Excellent.” Aphrodise says and takes another sip of wine.

The platters are cleared away and dessert is brought out: a slice of pecan and cherry pie each. You decide to take a thinner slice than the two mares to your right. Aphrodise’s reminder to leave some room stays with you.

Dessert is finished in short order and Aphrodise declares it a good night. “I would like to thank you for agreeing to be with us today Ms Au Lait.”

“The pleasure was all mine my Queen.” She sounds sincere about that. Well you enjoyed her company too. And not just for the casual nudity.

“And now I bid you a good night. I’ll send for you in the morning.”

“Thank you my Queen. And good night Sebastian.” She says across Aphrodise.

“I'll see you tomorrow then Au Lait."

“And I would suggest, Ms Au Lait,” Aphrodise continues as she delicately picks you up and settles you into your familiar position across her shoulder and breast, “that you develop the habit of referring to Mister Weissman as your Master when your new position officially begins.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

“I can't veto that, can I?” You ask from Aphrodise's shoulder.

Both mares titter and chuckle at the question. “We’ll just have to see when the time comes.” Aphrodise remarks.

The three of you exit the dining hall and Au Lait and Aphrodise turn in opposite directions. Over the Queen's folded wings you see Au Lait give you a friendly smile and wave goodbye. You return the wave and she vanishes from sight down a staircase.

“I foresee a wonderful friendship blooming between the two of you.” Aphrodise whispers in your ear.

“Really? That would be great.” It would be more than great. Aphrodise’s tone suggests she sees more than friendship in your future.

“That it would. And you’ve behaved quite well since lunchtime so I hope you have decided on what your treat should be.”

That’s still happening. The way she suggested she was going to nurse you again made you think that was the treat. But she's giving you a choice. Suddenly your fantasies from this morning, when you were beating it in the bathroom, resurge.

Do you want to hump her boob? Nurse while being smothered? A titfuck? Maybe a little hotdogging between her asscheeks? Or would she be willing to do missionary with you? Would she be willing to do any of these acts? All of them? Or does she mean something tamer like a sweet? Your mind is racing at the possibilities.

You reach Aphrodise’s suite and the doors open as you enter and close behind you. Magic.

“So my dear Sebastian,” Aphrodise starts as she sets you down on the side of her bed. She gives you one last gentle swat on the left buttock before kneeling on the floor trying to look submissive, “what would you like for your special treat tonight?”

She's starting to croon again. It makes you realise you've been flaccid since you woke up from your nap because your dick is starting to tent your loincloth with a vengeance.

You're hesitant to decide. Her body language is shouting she wants to be naughty but you don't know if that's just part of the act. “What sort of thing are you okay with?”

“Well there are a few acts I would never go near, but it’s a short list.” She coos up at you playfully. She’s trying to look submissive but she’s still tall enough to look you square in the face when crouching. It’s just turning you on even more.

“Should we lay down some more ground rules first?” You ask hesitantly.

“Oh, what a sweetie you are.” She’s laying it on thick as tarmac. “Worried about hurting your Queen. But tonight is for you, my sweet little boy. We can do whatever you want.”

Your words keep dying before they reach your lips so Aphrodise takes the lead.

“Maybe I can guess what you’d like to do.” She turns one-eighty and presents her ass before she pulls her tail to the side and gives her right cheek a slap. A tsunami of a jiggle spreads out from the point of impact.

“How about some butt stuff?”

The question comes innocently enough, all things considered. But no. Despite the stereotype of red blooded men taking any hole they want, anal is not your thing.

You shake your head hurriedly and Aphrodise pouts.

“Maybe,” she suggests as she faces you again and leans forward. She’s right in front of your crotch, almost close enough to lick your boner, “some blowing?” She even opens her mouth in a cute ‘O’ for emphasis.

Oral. That’s on your list but you’re hoping for something a little more varied.

Aphrodise abruptly stands straight up so she towers above you. She squeezes her boobs together with her hands like a big, sexy, voluptuous lamppost.

“How about a milk bath?” She’s still crooning. And the mental image of being showered in breast milk while you jerk off is exceptionally appealing.

“Oh, I know!” She exclaims excitedly just before vanishing in a burst of light and reappearing about five feet above the bed. The mattress bounces and flexes with her landing. You’re almost thrown off but Aphrodise’s magic field catches you and lets you settle down again. You turn around to see your Queen reclining on her pillows and with her knees spread wide.

“You want,” she says as her fingers walk closer to her hidden honeypot, “to watch your Queen bring herself to a climax, don’t you.”

Offering to masturbate for your entertainment and bring herself to orgasm. Now that’s hot. Almost too hot for you to process.

“Still no?” She pouts again. “What if I suckled from myself at the same time?” She brings her right breast out of her toga and up to her mouth. She gives her nipple a prolonged lick while she stares straight into your eyes.

You force yourself to close your eyes from the priceless image and focus on not creaming yourself right there. The effort takes you a full minute to bring yourself back from the brink of exploding. When you finally open your eyes again she’s almost nose to nose with you and still pouting.

“Hmmm...” She makes a ponderous sound in her throat before placing a hand on each of your shoulders. “I’m going to saaayyy...” She tries to sound sage and wise. It doesn’t work but she continues, “you waaannnt...A TITTYFUCK!” She finally announces.

You just nod vigorously. Aphrodise smiles with low eyelids like the cat that got the cream. Well someone’s going to get some cream sooner or later tonight.

“You only had to say so sweetie.” She lights up her horn again and her beads slide off her mane and tail followed by her crown. You see the paraphernalia organise themselves on the dresser over her shoulder but she’s not done.

“But one more thing.” She begins while she slips her hands into your toga and onto your chest. "Since this is all for you, you can cum whenever you want. No strings attached.”

That sounds good. It probably won’t take long anyway, with how she’s teasing you.

“But I’d like it if you still tried to hold on for as long as you can. Can you do that for me? Please?” You slowly nod at her condition. You’re not kidding yourself that it just happens to sound like a request. But she’s offering to give you a boobjob. You’re going to hold off on cumming until the cows come home.

“And also...” She almost sounds apologetic at the second delay. But she holds all the cards in any situation so you let her finish, “Call me Mommy.”

Alright. You’re not surprised by that one at all. But you nod again. “Okay Mummy.”

She gives you that got-the-cream smile again. “Let’s kiss on it.” And she leans in with her lips puckered and her eyes closed.

You remember how unsatisfied she was with the chaste, five second kiss you gave her this morning. She wants some passion in this one.

You put your hand on her shoulder and bring your face to hers. Your lips touch and you bring your faces closer together, putting more pressure on her lips. You stay like that for a few seconds before you try to push the tip of your tongue through your meeting lips. She lets you slip through uncontested until she sends her own tongue into your mouth. You wrestle your tongues for a minute, each tasting the other’s teeth, lips and tongue. You feel her pressing the tip of hers against your upper incisors a couple of times while you run yours back and forth along the underside of hers. She eventually retracts her tongue, slowly dragging it against the roof of your mouth. You try to pull you own tongue back but she grips it between her teeth and presses her face harder into yours. Her hands migrate from your chest to your back to save you from toppling backwards as she finally releases your lips with an exaggerated “Mwah”.

Aphrodise smiles down at you and begins pulling your toga off. Her magic unravels your belt and loincloth and she sweeps the whole article off you with a flourish, leaving you in your birthday suit before her. She unclasps the brooch holding her own toga together and pulls the whole thing off herself and lets it flutter to the floor, leaving her in an identical state of undress.

“Now lie back sweetie. And let Mommy pleasure you.”

"Yes Mummy." You say as you obey.

Aphrodise crawls up to your groin, dragging her nipples along your thighs. She lets her breasts settle and lowers herself so she engulfs your penis. Her cleavage is so soft. She brings her hands to her breasts and squeezes around your boner. The pressure increases on all sides as she begins gently bouncing her breasts. You will yourself not to cum so early but it's an uphill battle. Your balls roil and beg for a release.

“You're so soft Mummy.” You gasp as your breaths start to get deeper. There’s no blueballing here. She’s going to bring you to release.

“And you’re so hard my baby.” She coos and blows down into her cleavage. You feel her breath on the head of your penis and you force yourself not to erupt.

One minute transitions into two.

She moves her hands down from her breasts and grasps your buttcheeks. Her elbows pick up the slack left by her hands and squeeze her breasts even tighter around your dick. Her nipples start leaking. First just a trickle, then a waterfall from each nub as a cascade of warm breast milk soaks your midsection.

You’re panting and sweating like back when you had to run laps around the football field in high school. Despite fighting the need to cum you bring you fingers to the milky puddles on the sheets and lick the sweet moisture off them.

“Mummy, it’s getting close.” You pant and wheeze. Your heart is pounding in your ears. “I can’t hold it off forever!”

“Not forever baby. Just as long as you can. You can do it! You can do it!” Aphrodise massages your butt with her fingers. She’s lifting your lower body off the mattress with every bounce and you crash back down together. Every impact inches you closer to release.

The third minute passes. Then the fourth.

“Mummy!” You yelp as you try to claw air into your lungs. “I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!”

“Then cum for Mommy!” She commands back. “Release yourself between Mommy’s bosoms!”

You let out a strangled moan as your dick finally releases a geyser of hot, sticky cum through Aphrodise’s cleavage. You pant deeply as sweat drips down your forehead and your lungs absorb all the fresh air you can. You black out for about a minute only to awaken to see Aphrodise has rolled onto her back beside you. She has a mass of silvery grey goop suspended in her magic above her and she’s looking up at it fondly. You realise that silvery goop is your cum when she compresses it into a ball and suspends it on the end of her finger.

“So, my sweet little Sebastian.” She says as she playfully bobs the ball of sperm around on her fingertip. “Was my tittyfuck satisfactory?”

Unconsciousness lingers on the edge of your mind but you manage to put out between gasps. “It was... wonderful... Mummy.” Your orgasm addled brain adds her new pet name unprompted.

Aphrodise smiles at you contentedly and takes a slurping sip of your semen. She licks her lips and moans as if she’s sampled a fine, aged wine.

You look down at yourself, soaked with sweat and breast milk. “Can we have a shower please?” You ask as your heart rate and breathing come closer to normal again. Your voice is still raspy from fatigue.

“That is an excellent suggestion.” Aphrodise sucks up the remaining cum on her finger like a long strand of pasta and smacks her lips. “Would you like your milk before, or after?” She asks with her hand on her breast for emphasis.

“After please.” You yawn but you keep yourself awake. You don’t plan on nodding off during the shower.

“Alright baby.” Aphrodise rolls and stands up off the bed. You don’t have the energy to move, your groin and hips feel thoroughly tenderised and loose.

Aphrodise wastes no time scooping you up in her arms like she did yesterday at the hospital. Your face is pressed into her soft right breast as she carries you into the bathroom.

She gently seats you on the steps into her marble bath. She notices something before she casts the spell to turn on the shower head: a smear of cum has ended up on her left breast. “Hmmm.” She rumbles before wiping it off and slurping the goo off her finger. She casts the spell and the shower head erupts to life as she kneels on the tiles in the bottom of the bath. You follow her gaze to your crotch and see there’s a blob of semen leaking out of your head.

With her elegant fingers, she coaxes the last traces of semen out of your dick and licks it off the head before it can drop off. She gives another "Hmmm" of contentment before she stands up and gently lifts you onto your feet.

“Can you stand?” She asks, to which you just nod. “Good.”

She sets you on your feet and guides you under the stream of water. You wobble on unsteady legs and clasp your arms around her waist to stay up. Aphrodise just pulls you into her cleavage and runs her fingers through your hair as the stream from the shower head soaks you both to the core.

Aphrodise starts to massage the shampoo into your scalp with her fingers while she does the same to herself with magic. It’s incredibly relaxing for you, standing with your hands on her hips and your face in her cleavage while she pushes her fingers through your hair. You migrate your hands slowly back until they reach her glorious butt and you press your palms into the roses emblazoned there.

Aphrodise wiggles her hips slightly, just enough to cause a jiggle. “Eager for more are you?” She jokes.

You are. But as the old adage goes: though the spirit is willing, the flesh is spongy and bruised. There’s always tomorrow after all.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask her.

Aphrodise stops massaging your scalp for a second before she answers. “No.” And she resumes shampooing you.
She has to want something else.

“Can I ask you a question please, my Queen.” You try again.

Aphrodise gently but adamantly pulls you out of her chest by your shoulders. She looks down at your through the stream from the shower with her eyebrow cocked. “Before I give you anything else, I want something from you.”

“What is it?”

She slowly crouches so that she’s looking at you face to face and guides your hands to her shoulders for balance. “Whenever it's just you and me alone, wherever we are or whatever we're doing...” And her smug gotcha face is back, “I want you to keep calling me Mommy. Otherwise, I am your Queen, Queen Aphrodise or your Highness to you. Understand?”

“Okay, Mummy.” You quietly say, defeated.

“That’s my good boy.” She smiles at the concession she gained from you. It’s all just part of the turn on for her, isn’t it?

She levitates a sudsy sponge over and grabs it out of the air. “Now stay still.” She begins soaping you from head to toe, rubbing the scratchy object into every crevice she can. She even reaches around your hips and pays extra attention to your ass. Another sponge caught in her magic field gives her similar treatment. She even leans closer or back to give you a better view when it reaches her ass and chest.

Entirely too soon, you’re both rinsed under the stream and she turns it off. Guiding you over to the marble bench set into the wall of the bath, Aphrodise takes her seat beside you and pulls your head into the side of her breast. You’re almost ready to fall asleep in this position, but the question lingers in your mind.

“What do you want to ask me?” Aphrodise asks sweetly.

Here it comes. “About these images on your hips.” You begin and choose your next words as carefully as you can in your depleted state. “Does the rose have any significance to you or your position?”

Aphrodise chuckles, as if you’re asking for a piece of knowledge that's as common as dirt. Maybe it is but you're not privy to it. “So you want to hear about my cutie marks?”

“That’s what you call them?” You’re incredulous. You thought she would just call it a tattoo or a more mystical name than ‘cutie mark’.

“Yes. And it’s something all ponies gain when they find something special and unique in themselves. It often leads to their career or their calling in life. For better or for worse.” Now she's sounding wistful. The moment passes and she presents a question of her own. “Don’t humans have a form of body marking like that?”

“Of sorts.” You say ambiguously. “The image is injected under your skin one tiny spot at a time. The process is incredibly painful and expensive. And even more so to have it removed.”

“Did you ever have one?”

“I never had the money.” Nor the pain tolerance. You choose not to say that though.

“Alright.” Aphrodise closes the matter with that word and moves on to the next. “So if there are no further questions, I believe there’s another matter we need to attend.”

You look up at her, wondering what she means before your eyes dart back down to the soft surface you’re resting your head on. Of course. The thing you’ve been looking forward to since your nap and one bout of questioning put it out of your mind. You really are tired. But of course you would be after Aphrodise’s wonderfully soft titfuck.

You lift your face off Aphrodise’s chest and she turns enough to give you access to her nipple. You let it probe at your lips before you open up and latch on. Aphrodise eventually gives the command and you begin suckling her again. She pulls your face further into her breast with her hand on the back of your head and you slide your arm across her back. She coos in pleasure as you gently squeeze her buttock.

“You can touch sweetie. You’ve been a good boy this afternoon.” She croons as she guides your free hand to the side of her breast and presses your palm into her soft, milky flesh. Her taste is as nice as ever. You feel your penis hardening again and you’re reminded of the theory you had that morning. Does Aphrodise’s milk have any magical properties? You figure that now is as good a time as any to ask her.

In a few minutes, too few for your liking, Aphrodise pulls you away from her nipple and you obediently, and reluctantly, release her.

“Now the other side.” She coos as she lifts you gently within her magic and transfers you to her other side. She presses you into her soft flesh again but you decide to speak up before you latch on.

“Can I ask you something else? Please Mummy?” You add for good measure.

“Well aren’t you just full of those tonight.” Her sweetly mocking tone is in use. “I’m listening.”

“Does your milk have any...special...abilities?” You ask hesitantly.

“Like what?” She asks innocently. She knows what you’re thinking but wants you to say it regardless.

“Like...healing properties? Or promoting growth?” You awkwardly force the questions out.

Aphrodise just makes a smug “hmmm” in her throat before answering. “Yes, and yes. And a few more things it can do.” She tries to press you further into her breast but you're not done with the questions.

“And what about the whole...feeding thing?” You don’t know why you're so shy about the matter, considering she’s breastfed you five times since you first met her. Perhaps her whole mothering act is influencing you. Or you don’t want to risk losing the privilege by getting cocky.

“Feeding thing?” She repeats back to you. She may be humouring you but she’s not happy with the delay.

“I mean, why do we do the breastfeeding? Is it more for my benefit? Or do you enjoy doing it?” Something tells you you've dug a metaphorical grave.

“Is that what I am to you? A jug of milk you can take a sip from whenever you like? I’m hurt.” She pouts mockingly. Her annoyed visage lingers for a minute but breaks into her motherly smile. “Well we’ve already established that the wine of my bosom promotes healing when ingested. I could quite easily acquire potions and elixirs that could achieve a similar or better result in your recuperation. But my milk is already here and ready for use. Besides,” she concludes. “I enjoy the act of the nourishment. And,” she continues as she looks downwards to your swollen erection, “I see evidence that you enjoy partaking in it as well.” Her smile morphs further into a smug grin. She’s won this round and she knows it. “Now no more questions. Just drink up.”

You obey her command. Gratefully, you suck down another breastful of warm, sweet, healing milk. While you are glad to have some answers, you’re similarly glad to be back at your Queen’s boob. For the next few minutes, all is right with the world. But all good things must come to an end, and Aphrodise removes you from her drained breast.

“There will be plenty more in the morning.” She promises as she summons another bedsheet sized towel and dries herself off. She makes sure to give you a show of her front and back assets as she rubs the towel around and through the valleys of her cleavage and buttocks. She’s going to give you some very nice dreams tonight. “We can do this again when you’ve gained your strength back.” She promises as she finishes drying and turns the towel on you. “And I don’t think we’ll be waiting long for that.”

The gigantic towel is wrapped around you like a shroud and Aphrodise places you on her shoulder. You’re barely conscious but part of you swears Aphrodise is deliberately bouncing the breast she has you on more than usual. Her Cheshire grin says that she likes what she’s feeling, besides your butt. She unravels the towel and lays you tenderly on the mattress before bringing the sheets up to your chest.

You can’t keep your eyes open any longer even as she cups your erection against her hand and says to herself, “You’re coming along nicely.” The sheets are tucked around your shoulders and she finally says, “Goodnight Sebastian.”

“G’night Mummy.” You manage to whisper as slumber finally claims you and Aphrodise places a light kiss on your lips.

Aphrodise slowly walks on the edge of her hooves around the bed to her wardrobe. She steals a glance of you sleeping like a corpse before she opens the heavy door and checks herself in the mirror.

She is sex on hooves. Just one of her legs contains about as much mass as a fit pony’s entire body. The same with just one of her breasts. At nine feet and change, with a smooth and healthy face with flowing locks and kissable lips, a wingspan that slightly exceeds her height, titanic dairy factories on her chest near constantly laden with nutrient-rich liquid, a soft and pudgy midsection that speaks of a mare with a strong sweet tooth, hips wide enough to swallow a stallion whole, a prominent cliff of an ass that counter balances against her chest, thick and creamy yet muscled thighs and legs, she is blessed with a body that could turn gay stallions straight and straight mares gay. Not to mention a voice that could reduce all but the strongest willed beings to piles of quivering, orgasmic jelly.

She caresses her breasts in the mirror and brings her nipples up and squeezes. Nothing comes out, this time. She’s been sucked almost dry twice today by her new patient/boytoy but she can feel the warmth spreading as the newest supply of milk flows from her glands and into her tanks. She’ll be full to the brim again by morning. The thought makes her squeeze her thighs together in excitement.

If it ever comes up in conversation, likely by her, she’ll readily admit to being quite biased when it comes to breastfeeding. Lovers may come and go but the act of nourishing a life with the sweet nectar from her bosom remains one of the best feelings a mare can ever experience, according to her. And while she would love to bear a foal for her nurse and raise again, a young stallion or man will do about as well.

Aphrodise tears her eyes away from the mirror and summons an ashwood box from the depths of the wardrobe. Cracking the lid, she extracts all the items she’s going to need tonight: one of the onyx butt stoppers she tormented you and Sugar Au Lait with earlier (sterilised), one of her synthetic phalluses (which she reminds herself is called a dildo by the common pony) and a pair of manual breast pumps. She’s not that fond of the pumps, not when being milked by hand or by mouth is so much more fun and intimate, but she’s not above using them to put on a show for a potential bedfellow.

Aphrodise plunges the dildo into her cleavage for easy storage and gathers the buttplug and pumps in one hand while she recites a complex spell in her mind. Starswirl the Bearded was certainly a mage without peer for his time. But while he did invent many great and powerful spells, one of the Queen’s closest secrets is that many of his most famous spells she had developed centuries prior and perfected as well, allowing for multiple uses where Starswirl had been unable to stabilise his creations enough for more than one per user.

With the spell complete, Aphrodise and her toys vanish with a bright burst of light and reappear a split second later in the same spot. The dildo is in her hand and the breast pumps and buttplug are missing. No matter. She knows exactly where the missing items are. And let it never be said that the Supreme Equestrian matriarch would tolerate a lack of discipline in her personal guard.

The dildo floats back into the ash box and Aphrodise blows her reflection a kiss before closing the wardrobe. If all goes well, tomorrow morning is going to be a lot of fun.

Before she clambers into bed she looks out the window at the night sky and the beautiful waning moon. “Excellent job tonight Lulu.” She whispers before she climbs into bed. She wraps her arm around your middle and lets slumber claim her. Tomorrow is going to be a big day and even she needs enough sleep to face it.

Property of the Queen: Second Early Morning

The sun seems to be making an annoying habit of rousing you from the sandman's realm. You raise your arms from under the sheets and lay them over your eyes and forehead in a vain attempt to return to your prior state, but alas, you are now awake. Fuck.

You expose your left eye and roll it to observe your bedfellow. Aphrodise is lying on her side facing you. And the contented smile on her lips suggests she having a very pleasant dream. You smile back at her for a minute before your bowels command you to defecate.

Just like the previous morning, you try to shuffle over to the edge of the mattress. And again like yesterday, you soon find yourself to be sporting some major morning wood. Thanks, most likely, to the curvaceous, Amazonian mare with her fingers around your penis. You reach under the sheets and attempt to prise her hand off your crotch without waking her. It's a tall order but her grip eventually slackens and you take the opportunity to finish shuffling out of bed.

The balls of your feet touch the floor and you gradually lower your weight down. Gingerly, you stop bracing yourself against the bed in an attempt to find your balance. You take a step forward and you decide, when you don't topple over, that you have healed enough to go to the bathroom under your own steam. No broken nose this morning if you can help it.

Once in the bathroom, you find you need to lift yourself on the towel rail to actually reach the tall porcelain basin. The size of the throne is just a testament to the stature, and backside, of its owner. Your morning excretions proceed without further pain or exertions. It's not until you wash your hands, while standing on your toes, and see yourself in the mirror that you notice the latest changes.

Your hair is almost brushing your shoulders. That's a gain of about two more inches since you checked yesterday. You tilt your head at an angle to see as much of your new length as you can in your reflection. And if your hair has grown so much overnight, then perhaps...

You plant your ass on the edge of the hot tub and take a good, hard look at the good, hard appendage between your legs. You don't need to compare it against your hand this time. Erect or flaccid, your penis is undeniably longer by a clear two inches and change. Cupping your scrotum, you determine that your balls have similarly grown. And when you bring your leg across your knee for a closer look, you get the idea that it has gained some length and mass as well.

Standing on the tub's edge and trying to see as much of your form as possible in the mirror leads you to conclude that you have gained maybe an inch, possibly two, in overall height in the past two days since you first met your Queen. And it likely all began with that fateful carriage ride, when she held you in her lap and let you suckle the milk from her left bosom.

So...

Longer hair, longer dick and an overall longer you. All from suckling the breasts of your raven haired, bosomy, Amazonian pony Queen. Is there anything her milk can't actually do? Maybe if you froze it or crystallised it you could use it as a philosopher's stone.

The thought makes you snort and you wonder how you would present that idea to Aphrodise: ”My Queen, can your breast milk turn lead into gold?“

You think you might actually ask her that at some point. All business concluded, you exit the bathroom.

Aphrodise is still sweetly dreaming. You lean on your elbows on the edge of the mattress and continue to watch her slowly inhale and exhale in her slumber. Your gaze slowly drifts from side to side, taking in her voluptuous form from hoof to head and back. You can only admit that she is unbelievably sexy. Tall enough to stand head and shoulders over you, strong enough to manhandle you like nothing at all, has a preference for having her gigantic breasts nursed from and almost no issues with personal nudity. She just ticks almost all your boxes for your ideal sexual fantasy partner.

Is that sexist of you? Hell yes it is. But that's all it was until you left your old world behind and came into her care. Just a mental fantasy you could beat off to in the shower before leaving for work.

You vaguely wonder what happened to your flatmates when you didn't show up that night. It's only been two days so they probably just concluded you had gone clubbing or something. Maybe they'll start worrying when they don't see you after a fortnight. Hopefully Ryan will have the sense to call the landlord after a while. Anton though, you don't trust him to feed himself regularly.

Wait a minute.

It's only been two days from your perspective. In the time while you were petrified, what the fuck happened to your clothes? Could they have been picked off you by birds and vermin for their nests? Were you just so unlucky that while you were being retrieved by the Ponyville locals your clothes happened to be ripped and torn off? Or...

Could enough time have passed while you were frozen that your cheap clothing simply decayed and disintegrated off your petrified form?

So caught up in your musing are you that you don't notice a nine foot plus, voluptuous figure with a similarly large wingspan descend soundlessly from her hiding spot on the ceiling just two feet behind you. You're not forced to acknowledge the newcomer's presence until she leans forward over your kneeling, distracted form, claps her fingertips over your eyes and whispers into your ear, “Guess who!”, in a singsong voice.

Okay, so there's a little paradox going on here: Aphrodise's voice is whispering in your ear and said voice's owner is most likely standing right behind you and has her hands over your eyes. The very same Aphrodise who, until your vision was obstructed, should be sleeping in her bed and dreaming happy dreams. So the next thing to come out of your mouth is only the most rational reaction to this situation.

”What the fu-“ You manage to get two and a half words out before the set of fingers over your left eye quickly reposition themselves over your lips. You dart your freed eye as far to the left as it can go in hopes of catching a glimpse of this imposter Aphrodise when the hand over your right eye gently turns your head slightly.

The imposter...is a dead ringer for Aphrodise. Right down to her smug I'm-the-cat-that-got-the-cream smile.

”Ssshhh...“ She hushes you. ”That's a rather strange way of saying good morning to your Queen, Mister Weissman.“ She playfully chides as she removes her hands from your face.

You can only gape at the false Aphrodise and dart your eyes from her to the Aphrodise in bed, still sleeping, and back. You swear the grin on the one next to you gets wider in the fraction of a second she's out of your vision.

”Who-“ Your query is stopped at the first syllable by the false Aphrodise's finger back on your lips as she shushes you again.

”I,“ she begins in the exact same tone she used when she introduced herself in Ponyville two days ago, ”am Aphrodise.“ She brings her nose within an inch of yours. ”Queen Aphrodise the First of the Kingdom of Equestria.“ She moves her eyes over to her sleeping original. ”And by a startling coincidence, so is she.“ And she removes the finger from your lips.

”So-“ You're shushed again and the finger returns to it's previous spot.

Imitation Aphrodise's smile somehow gets even wider before she speaks again. ”Do you want to see something awesome?“

You eye her up and down (surprise surprise, she's nude) before cautiously nodding with the finger still over your lips. This mare, imposter or not, could easily restrain you with her magic if you decided to escape or fight her so you may as well see where this is going.

Fake Aphrodise just keeps smiling that damned smile as her horn lights up. She levitates you up and onto the foot of the bed, setting you down gently while she climbs up in all her magnificent, naked splendour and crawls over to her sleeping twin. The two Queens are almost nose to nose when the phoney pony shoots a wink in your direction. ”Better get comfortable." She warns before she plants a tender kiss on the sleeping Aphrodise's lips.

And your penis has re-erected. Extra two plus inches and all.

Roused from her slumber, the first Aphrodise steadily rises on all fours until she and her duplicate are near mirror images of each other, all the while their kiss remains unbroken. The awoken Aphrodise finally cracks her eyes open and the kisser is beholden by the kissee.

”Oh, good morning.“ The awoken Aphrodise greets her copy like a lifelong friend.

Now you're floored. Doesn't facing your exact double normally imply someone plans on replacing the other?

”What...the hell?“ Is all you can manage in response to the contradictory and impossible image of two identically physical and naked Queen Aphrodises in front of you.

”Oh, hello Sebastian.“ The Aphrodise on your right, the one who was just woken up ala every Disney Princess ever, greets you chipperly. ”I see you've already met our friend for this morning.“

”Friend...“ You trail off as you feel your brain break a little bit more. ”Just...what is happening here?"

Right side Aphrodise just smiles to match the one gracing left side Aphrodise's lips. These two are taking great pleasure at your bamboozlement. Righty puts her arm around Lefty's shoulder, the action bringing a breast from each to squash against the other's. ”Allow me to introduce Queen Aphrodise the First, from...“

”Just after bath time tonight.“ Lefty finishes for her. ”After you finish looking yourself over in your wardrobe mirror.“

”Tonight.“ You repeat as your mind cracks a little further. ”As in the tonight that has yet to be?“

The two Queens just bring their heads together as their grins get wide enough to split their heads. And, like a lens being placed over your eye, everything becomes clear.

”Time travel.“ You realise the truth at last. ”Right now we're in a time loop. Aren't we?“

”Look, I think he's got it.“ Aphrodise of the present exclaims mockingly.

”Isn't he such a clever, clever boy?“ Aphrodise of the future asks even more so.

”So then,“ you begin as you align your mental gears for the task, ”with the knowledge of the time this event starts, tonight you will travel back to this morning.“ You point at Aphrodise of the present as you say this. ”Which means you,“ your finger lands on Aphrodise of the future, ”have already experienced this event from her perspective.“ And your finger returns to Aphrodise of the present.

Both Aphrodises just give a dainty applause at your deductive reasoning.

”Magic.“ You just give up. Aphrodise can effortlessly move you around with or without touching you, turn water into wine and breast milk into Irish cream and now she can send herself back through time. Magic.

”That's the one.“ Aphrodise of the future confirms and even gives her horn a little tap for emphasis. ”Now I do believe,“ she says as she faces her past counterpart, ”it's time we made a little more magic of our own.“

”I like how you think.“ Aphrodise of the present agrees with her future self. And without further ado, the two raven haired, voluptuous alicorns begin tongue wrestling.

You just sit back against the foot of the bed and drink in the sight of one Aphrodise fighting for oral superiority and the other giving as well as she gets and only conceding enough ground to make the first hungry for more. It's obvious from your perspective that while Present Aphrodise is being aggressive and merciless in tongue-to-tongue combat, Future Aphrodise has a huge advantage in experience and is only toying with her opponent. It seems that the Queen of Equestria is in complete control of any situation she finds herself in, even over another iteration of herself.

Your dick starts loudly protesting its lack of attention when each Aphrodise reaches for the other's breast and begins squeezing and tweaking. You idly massage your balls in your fingers as the mares under your observation get more aggressive in their ministrations. You don't realise your hand is migrating closer to your erection until Aphrodise of the present opens her eye in your direction and breaks off the kiss to deliver a gentle reminder.

"Sebastian, remember rule number three."

"Do not release my seed until my Queen allows it." You remember. You remember quite vividly.

"Good boy."

The moment is broken when a thin jet of milk shoots from Future Aphrodise's right nipple and splatters against Present Aphrodise's face. Both she and you look at Future Aphrodise in incredulity as she just smiles smugly.

”That's a good look for you.“ Future Aphrodise playfully teases as she squeezes her breast again and fires another salvo. The milk hits the mark again and Present Aphrodise splutters.

”So that's the game you want to play?“ Present Aphrodise taunts before she seizes her own left breast and shoots Future Aphrodise right between the eyes. Future Aphrodise retaliates and gets Present straight on the forehead. Present fires back and Future intercepts the liquid missile in her mouth.

”Yummy.“ Having sampled the wares, Future Aphrodise goes straight for the source, grabbing Present Aphrodise's breast out of her hand and clamping her lips down on her nipple. Present Aphrodise huffs and seizes Future's breast and locks her mouth over the teat.

Both mares glare at each other over their overlapping boobs for a tense moment and begin sucking. You watch in rapt attention as their cheeks bulge out with every deep draught they draw and their throats swell and contract as they greedily swallow. The jaw movements of each mare suggest that they're tonguing and chewing each other's areola between swallows.

So enraptured with the display of mammary conquest are you that you don't notice your hand creeping back to your penis until it actually gets there. Your dick is so swollen and sensitive with compressed blood that all it takes is the merest brush with a finger to bring your attention to it. So now you're caught between your desperate primal need to relieve the pressure in your crotch and your conscious desire to not disobey Aphrodise's commands.

Fortunately, debatably, Aphrodise of the future notices your dilemma and releases her captive breast. ”Oh my, would you look at that?“

Aphrodise of the present releases her own captured bosom and joins Future's new game. ”This gentleman is enjoying the show so much that he has to stand and applaud. How flattering.“

Each mare stares down at your furiously red erection and light up their horns. The pressure of a magic field appears around each of your shins and you're yanked away from the foot of the bed with a surprised yelp, towards your twin Queens. You end up staring up into two mirrored pairs of gigantic breasts and two mirrored faces framed by ebony manes.

”I think our loyal fan deserves a closer view of the show, don't you Aphrodise?“ Present proposes.

”I quite agree Aphrodise. And I know of the perfect way to show him how much we appreciate his support.“ Future croons before she puts her arm around Present's shoulder and lowers them both down over your pelvic region.

Their unmolested breasts, Present's right and Future's left, meet nipple to nipple and engulf your penis between their masses. Your dick vanishes from view as a uniform pressure and warmth on all sides meets your senses down there. The pressure increases when each mare squeezes their breasts closer with their free hands. And the bouncing begins.

”Ooohhh God.“ The moan escapes your lips as your testes roil with heat and pressure. You don't remember all of the titfuck Aphrodise gave you last night but you know without any doubt that this double teaming titfuck is somehow even better. You will yourself with all your strength to keep your orgasm at bay. It won't be enough. Sooner or later, you're going to cum.

The wonderful abuse of your penis continues for one minute, then two. A hand from each mare finds its way to your butt and each holds on like they're afraid you'll try to escape.

You grip fistfuls of the sheets beneath you in your desperate plea to keep from ejaculating between your pectoral prison. You start breathing deeper and slower in your focus until something wet with a familiar taste enters your mouth. You splutter for a second and refocus on the Queens holding you captive. Aphrodise of the future has her right breast suspended in her magic field and her nipple is pointing at you like a rifle.

”Incoming!“ She playfully cheers and her breast squeezes in her magic. Her aim is true and the milky missile hits the roof of your panting mouth. You lick the sweet liquid off the roof of your mouth and swallow the morsel. Even with the torturous pleasure you're withstanding you can't help but think it doesn't compare to having the Queen's nipple between your lips.

”Open wide Sebastian.“ An Aphrodise, you think the one on the right, commands and another morsel enters your mouth. It sounds like one of them is getting competitive. You lick some of the splash from your lips as you receive another delivery. And another.

”You've...had some...practise...doing that...have you?“ You pant as the bouncing on your penis continues unabated by the milky barrage.

”I could shoot milk into a soda bottle from fifty yards away.“ The Aphrodise on your left, the cocky and assured one from about twelve hours into the future, brags. That's something you'd like to see. And you're sure she can deliver.

”Is that why your tits are so lumpy and malformed? You've been squeezing them so hard that they've sagged?“ Right side Aphrodise asks not so gently. She's definitely getting competitive now.

”Oh aren't you one to talk about tits you great cow?“ Left side retorts angrily. These two seem to have forgotten they're really the same person.

”If I'm a cow then at least I'm looking after the needs of my darling little bull!“ She means you, right?

”Sure, a wonderful job you're doing. Your milk is so watery and thin that it's no wonder he's taking so long to regain his strength!“ From the left.

”My breast milk is as healthy and nutritious as it ever is!“ From the right.

”Mine is sweeter and richer!“ Lefty.

”My tits hold more!“ Righty.

”Mine can produce more and faster!“ Port.

”I could nurse him for every meal and he would never be hungry again!“ Starboard.

”I could hold Sebastian to my breast for a week straight and never run dry!“

”Do you...really...need to...argue...about this?“ Your heart beat is a violent rhythm in your ears and yet you still find the will to hold back your semen.

”Sebastian, if you dare to cum without your Queen's authorisation then I will bend you over my knee and slap your cute little bottom until it's as red as a strawberry!“ From the right. And she means it.

For a fraction of a millisecond that image pops through your conscious mind. And you think you like it. Why? Why God, why?

The assault on your dick continues for another minute. And another. And another before Future Aphrodise speaks up.

”Just look at what you're doing to him. Just let him cum already.“

”YES!“ You bark with what little air you manage to retain in your lungs.

”No!“ Present Aphrodise barks back. ”He will withhold his seed because he loves his mommy and would never disobey her! Isn't that right!“

”Yes...yes mummy.“ You gasp in response. Your eyes have rolled up in their sockets and your teeth are clenched so tightly you think your gums might be bleeding.

Another torturous forty seconds pass before finally...

”Sebastian.“ Your name comes from Present Aphrodise. ”You may cum when I snap my fingers but not an instant before. Understood?“

”Understand...mummy.“ Finally, salvation is in sight. You just need to reach it.

Aphrodise on the right starts counting down. ”Five. Four. Three.“ At least five seconds pass before you hear her say ”Two.“ And another ten seconds pass before she says ”One.“

Where's the snap? Where's the damn snap?

*CLICK*

The wonderous sound reverberates in your orgasm starved mind and you erupt. Your balls compress as they expel their payload through your penis and into its fleshy confinement. You think the compressed breasts vibrate from the force of your orgasm as boiling semen leaks through the crevice where they meet.

Blackness invades the edges of your vision as the breasts trapping your dick are pulled apart.

”If my milk is so thin and watery then explain how he produced this much cum." Aphrodise of the present announces triumphantly.

But you don't catch the other Queen's retort as exhaustion finally claims you and you slip back into the realm of the sandman.

Property of the Queen: Second Late Morning

You find yourself clawing air back into your lungs and your way back to awareness. Your vision is zooming in and out rapidly with your pounding heart but you notice an absence of Alicorn mares around the head of the bed.

”Oh, he’s awake.“ Comes a familiar voice from your right.

”I told you he was okay.“ Comes an identical voice from your left.

There they are.

Groggily, you look in the direction of the last voice and your vision is filled by a familiar pair of enormous breasts with a light peach skin tone and dark red, erect nipples. And a noticeable sheen on the left boob, as if it was recently licked clean. You look further up the bed to see Aphrodise resting her cheek on her hand.

”Hello sleepy head.“ She jokingly greets, as if she wasn’t part of the reason you blacked out.

”How long was I out?“ You rasp.

”Only about two minutes. We took quite a lot out of you.“

You don’t doubt that. That was perhaps the most intense, and messiest, orgasm you’ve ever had.

”I hope you don’t plan on keeping Sebastian all to yourself this morning.“ Says the other voice, the other Aphrodise, from your right. ”And I do believe that having so much fun on an empty stomach was a bad idea.“

Fun? You feel like you almost gave yourself a heart attack after holding back your orgasm for so long.

”It would have happened anyway.“ Left side, and most likely from the near future, Aphrodise says. ”But so would this.“

With that, she moves over and stands on all fours above you. Her left breast winds up smothering your face with the familiar nub of her nipple tickling your lips.

”Breakfast time, Sebastian. Bon Appetit.“

You don’t have the energy or will to resist so you just gladly let her nipple into your mouth and begin suckling on her breast. The first taste of Aphrodise’s milk hits your tastebuds like a breath of life and you suck it down with even greater fervour.

”Gently now sweetie. You’ll get a stomachache if you go too quickly.“ Aphrodise says as she starts stroking her hand through your hair. The next several minutes pass as you suckle blissfully from her bosom and your eyelids start to droop as your hunger gradually abates. But all too soon, Aphrodise takes her breast from you. She smiles kindly down at you before you feel another magic field surround you and you’re levitated over to the other Aphrodise, the one from the present who shared her bed with you.

”You’re not going to neglect me, are you?“ Aphrodise of the present asks as she settles you into her lap. She puts her arm around your shoulders and cuddles you into her right breast. ”Once you finish, we can have a nice hot bath together. Because I have to say Sebastian,“ her smile grows cheekily, ”you stink.“

And you can’t disagree with that. You don’t sweat this much during 40 plus degree summers.

”Okay.“ Is all you can quietly murmur before you latch onto her nipple, thankfully clean of cum and likely the result of another tongue bath, and begin suckling again. You let yourself sink and relax into her embrace as you gulp down the remainder of your liquid breakfast.

Breakfast from the bosom of an Amazonian pony Queen. It’s better than any bowl of Weet-Bix.

You hear the muffled rushing of the shower head in the bathroom turn on. One of the Aphrodises must have got the bath running ahead of time. The mattress shifts and depresses as Aphrodise of the future crawls over to you and sits down next to her past self. One of the Aphrodises starts running her fingers through your hair while you nurse, the action making the minutes pass all the slower to you.

Eventually the Aphrodise holding you gently pushes on your shoulder and you take the hint to release her nipple.

”Well I’m sure that was a pleasant experience for all parties involved,“ she says, ”but we should all wash up before we run behind schedule.“

You nod drowsily before another magic field surrounds you and you’re bodily removed from Aphrodise’s embrace. You find yourself nestled deep between the breasts of Aphrodise of the future with her arms wrapped snugly around your torso.

”What are we waiting for then?“ She asks no one in particular before she rolls on her back off the bed, with you still locked in her embrace, and deftly lands on her hooves on the floor. You’re reminded of just how deceptively strong this mare is as she walks with a leisurely pace to the bathroom.

Aphrodise of the present minces past you and opens the bathroom door, stepping inside and welcoming Future Aphrodise’s passage like a doorman.

”Why thank you Aphrodise.“ The one holding you in her cleavage says as she enters.

”You’re most welcome, Aphrodise.“ Says the other slyly before a loud slap echoes through the bathroom and you feel the impact through your contact with Aphrodise. Present Aphrodise just gave Future a hearty slap on the ass. And since Future didn’t stumble or yelp, she allowed it to happen even with her foreknowledge.

”Oh, if I had my hands free.“ Future says over her shoulder as she steps into the steaming hot tub and finally releases you from her grip. She takes a seat on the half submerged bench with you still in her lap and, like yesterday, raises an orb of water out of the bath. You close your eyes as the torrent hits from above and keep them closed as the soaking is repeated.

A sponge starts making the rounds on your chest. Aphrodise of the present is kneeling in front of you when you open your eyes and rubbing a soap laden sponge across your upper torso while Aphrodise of the future rubs shampoo into your hair. The sponge makes its journey further south, neither Aphrodise being picky about where she invades. In short order, your front half is coated in suds and Aphrodise of the present takes her seat to the right of you and Future.

”Time for the other side.“ Present Aphrodise announces, brandishing her sponge.

”I quite agree.“ Future Aphrodise grins as she levitates you off her lap. Rather than turn away from Aphrodise of the present to have your rear side washed though, Future rotates you towards her past self and sends you hurtling into her arms to the surprise of both parties.

”Hello there.“ You greet your safety net from her shoulder as she puts her arms around your back.

”What are you playing at?“ Present Aphrodise asks Future, deadpan.

”Just sharing the work. Now hold him still.“ Says Future Aphrodise as the sponge starts work on your lower back.

”I wanted to wash his flanks.“ Present Aphrodise pouts.

”Tell you what. If you let me wash this cute little rump now, I’ll let you wash it twice later." Future Aphrodise pats your asscheeks to stake her claim.

”I’ll hold you to that.“

Aphrodise of the future just snickers pervertedly and continues washing your backside. Up and down across your back, thighs and legs, and she always finds a reason to return to your ass to scrub and grope it.

”She’s still grinning, isn’t she?“ You ask the Aphrodise holding you.

”Like a hyena.“

Presently, Aphrodise of the future announces the completion of her task.

”All done.“ She declares in a sing-song voice. ”Time to rinse.“

To which, Aphrodise of the present just raises two masses of water from the bath and dumps them over you and her future self.

”Oh wasn’t that charming.“ Future deadpans through her soaked drapes.

”Sit down Sebastian. We’re not done yet.“ Present just ignores her future self as she squirts conditioner into your hair. The conditioning proceeds uneventfully as Future Aphrodise plops her ass back on the bench and folds her arms under her bust. When the time for rinsing comes, Aphrodise of the present has a proposal for you.

”Do you want to see something cool?“ She sounds like she’s trying to outdo her future self. As much sense as that makes.

When you nod, she raises another orb of water and twirls her finger in a circle. The mass of water twists until a whirlpool is spinning inside the sphere.

”That’s...pretty cool.“ You admit. It can’t compare to watching her turn mundane liquids into liquor but watching the effect of the whirlpool hanging in the air is still amazing.

”Thank you. Now stay still just a second longer.“ And Aphrodise of the present lowers the twisting mass of water over your scalp.

It feels like...having the top of your head submerged in a whirlpool. The spiralling current is strong enough to feel and wash out the conditioner in your hair but not enough to twist your head.

”There we are. All sparkly clean.“ Aphrodise announces when she removes the orb from your head and lets it drop back into the bath. She runs her fingers through your smooth, wet hair. ”Now doesn’t that feel so much better?“

It does. Although it’s probably time to visit a barber. Then again if your hair grows at such a fast rate because of Aphrodise’s milk then maybe you could let it grow out for a bit more. Otherwise you’d be getting it cut every other day. The Aphrodises have other ideas though.

”In a couple of days we might be able to give you a braid.“ Aphrodise of the future remarks as she holds your hair in her hands, like she’s getting ready to do just that.

”Actually I was thinking of some nice pigtails.“ Aphrodise of the present says before you can protest the first suggestion. She even lifts your hair up to either side of your scalp in imitation of the feminine hairstyle.

”You still want to put me in that dress, don’t you?“ You ask, deadpan.

Each Aphrodise responds in unison with a cheery, ”Yep!“ before breaking out into giggles like schoolgirls.

”Never say never.“ Says Aphrodise of the future. ”You might surprise yourself.“

”Well while we’re in the bath,“ Aphrodise of the present says as she levitates the sponges back into her and Future’s hands, ”could you lend us a hand Sebastian?“

Like you would pass up another chance to soap up the soft parts of one Aphrodise, let alone two. ”Of course I would.“ You agree as you squirt a generous dollop of soap into your hands.

The two Aphrodises stand up with their butts toward you. They look over their shoulders at you with an almost hungry look.

And your traitorous, or patriotic, penis has seen fit to stand to attention again. You just try to ignore it as you stand up and wade towards the waiting asses. Considering just how wide the hips are of each mare (somewhere around double the width of your shoulders) you can only attend to one pair of beautifully soft buttocks at a time. You look up into Future Aphrodise’s eye and instead move over to Aphrodise of the present. Future pouts despite, or because of, her foreknowledge that she would be second and moves over in front of Present who begins squirting some shampoo into her own hands.

Present’s bottom is as wonderfully pliant as it was yesterday. You move your soapy hands in opposite rotations up and down the posterior masses, daring to press your palms into the rose cutie marks and watch as the skin springs back into place when you remove them. You even give each gluteus a smack and watch the jiggle spread out from the point of contact. The target of your attentions, currently running her own hands through Future’s tail, levitates her sponge into your vision and you obediently grab it out of the air.

”Could you go a little bit lower please?“ The owner of the butt you’re unabashedly groping asks not at all subtly as she widens her stance.

She doesn’t mean she wants you to wash her...?

You push the vulgarities out of your mind as you think the sentence over again. She really wants you to wash her...labia. Yeah. She does.

You don’t notice how Present looks down at her crotch in concern at your hesitation or how Future gets her attention with a poke into her boob and a quick wink. Your attention is instead divided by the new development of how your erection is getting tauter and your balls are topping themselves up.

Gingerly, hesitantly, you slide the sponge in your hand under her butt and between her thighs. You make note of the warmth down there as you try to exert a satisfying level of pressure on the sponge while keeping your fingers from contacting her nethers. The sponge from the other Aphrodise bops you in the face as you withdraw from between Present’s thighs and you take the chance to switch targets. The alicorns switch positions, Present in front and Future between you, and the sponge drops from your hand as you turn your attentions to the booty of the future.

She titters in her uniquely Aphrodisey way as you squeeze as much soap out of the fresh sponge into your hands and begin spreading the lather, just as she spreads product into the tail of her past self. You press your hands deep into the soft tissue and move the cheeks around as you spread the suds. Aphrodise flexes her buttocks under your hands teasingly and you’re reminded of your straining boner and nuts. And then she spreads her legs too. Here we go again.

”Don’t be afraid Sebastian. This pussycat doesn’t bite.“ Aphrodise of the future says over her shoulder with a knowing wink.

Emboldened at her encouragement, and easy vulgarity, you press the sponge against her lower lips. Back and forth, as thoroughly as you dare to be. You withdraw the sponge after several repetitions and Aphrodise thankfully takes the hint to turn around and drop to her knees, followed by her past self. Even kneeling the Aphrodises are a tiny margin taller than you on your feet. You drop to your own knees with the sponge in your hand and begin the lathering of Future Aphrodise’s tits when she arches her back and pushes them out. You vaguely notice Aphrodise of the present move behind Future and begin rubbing shampoo through her mane before the boobs in front of you absorb all your attention.

This time around you attend to one breast at a time. Reaching behind you to grab the bottle of soap from the bench, you pump a liberal dollop onto the beginning of each breast before dropping the soap back into the bath and begin die massage der brust.

Aphrodise’s breast is amazingly soft. You resist the urge to squeeze it like a sponge to find out just how soft though. Your fingertips feel electrified with the intimate contact as you rub and massage the soap into her skin as thoroughly and yet as gently as you dare. You tease her nipple and areola with your soapy fingers, gently running it through your grip as if you’re milking a cow.

That comparison brings back the memory of the brown and white cow print vest, and the speedo inside it, that you discovered in the wardrobe yesterday. And the memory of the thought you entertained, of milking Aphrodise by hand like a farmer and their dairy cow, makes your erection twitch underwater. It can’t be ready and raring to go again already, can it? You confirm that, yes it can, when you shift your knees and feel your balls sway heavily and with primal need.

Aphrodise decides to flounce her other breast out more with a movement of her shoulders and you take the hint to switch targets. The next breast is every bit as pillowy soft as its twin. You repeat your ministrations, right down to the gentle milking motion on her nipple.

”I could fall asleep on a chest like this.“ You muse idly before you realise it.

”I have no doubt that you will.“ Aphrodise remarks conspiratorially. ”Now how about we see to the needs of my younger sister?“

”We were born on the same day.“ Present Aphrodise rebukes as she walks around Future on her knees and thrusts her own chest out at you.

”I’ve still got twelve hours on you.“ Future Aphrodise jeers as she begins shampooing Present’s mane.

Present just pouts and you take the opportunity to move in, grabbing the bottle of soap out of the water and squirting across both her breasts. You begin massaging the soap into her right breast, the electrifying feeling in your fingertips returning as you sink them into her skin.

”You can go deeper sweetie. I’m not made of glass.“

You can definitely attest to that. ”I’m just not comfortable with being rough with a woman.“ You say quietly.

But you still push your hands deeper into her breast and finish with the same milking motion you gave Future Aphrodise before moving to Present’s right breast. Press and massage, rinse and repeat. And try to ignore your boner’s cries for attention.

You finish by squeezing her nipple between your fingers and announce ”Done.“ Your dick begs to differ.

”Alright, rinsing time!“ Future cheerily announces as she lights up her horn. The stream from the shower head restarts and washes Present’s mane flat over her eyes. Future, having backed against the bath wall and away from the stream, just giggles at her past self.

Aphrodise of the present just pulls the hair out of her left eye and glowers at Future over her shoulder.

”And you can start with that sour look.“ Aphrodise of the future smirks as she stands up fully and steps into the shower stream.

Aphrodise of the present increases the flow with another spell from her own horn and stands up to join Future under the widened stream. ”I’m going to get you for all that.“ She promises.

”Oh, you’ll lighten up by tonight.“ Future Aphrodise says dismissively as she runs her fingers through her soaking mane. ”Just focus on having your fun then.“

You slink your way back to the bench and watch as the two mares wrestle for coverage under the shower, breasts meeting and squashing against each other in the struggle. Your eyes drift away from the bickering pair and fall onto the flagpole jutting out of your pelvis. Your penis is undeniably, indisputably longer than it was before you met Aphrodise by a significant margin. Prior to two days ago you didn’t have much of a reason to be proud of it but now you feel like you’re hung like a horse.

Or at least you would if you didn’t think Aphrodise’s one-and-a-half foot dildo might represent an average size for male ponies. That was something you never want to experience again. Even if it might have got you hot under the collar if you were an audience instead of a participant.

”Oh dear, is that our doing?“ One of the Aphrodises asks innocently.

Your eyes dart up just long enough to see both alicorns smirking behind their fingertips and follow their gaze back down to your furious erection.

”Well Sebastian, it seems we have established a few more effects my milk can have.“ Aphrodise of the present titters.

”Seems we have.“ You agree, cupping your similarly expanded balls.

Aphrodise of the future wades over to you and takes a seat to your right. ”I think you’ve got one more round left in you for this morning.“ She runs a finger from the base of your erection to the cherry up top. You involuntarily flex at the surprise contact. ”How about we try something a little different this time though?“

”How different?“ You ask cautiously. This goes against your better judgement but you’re not going to say no to another orgasm. And you’re definitely not going to say no to Aphrodise.

”Something like this.“ She says as she lies on her side and presents her butt, and thighs, to you.

”You’re hogging him again.“ Aphrodise of the present complains as she takes her seat on the bench on your left.

”Well did we ever agree that I wouldn’t?“ Future retorts, slapping her thigh and sending jiggles through it. She opens her legs just enough to demonstrate how squishy her thighs are with her fingers pressed into her skin.

”Come on Seb. They might not be as soft as my bosoms but we can still have some fun with these bad girls.“

She’s not so gently suggesting she give you a thighjob. Intercural might not be in your top three but it’s up there.

”Sure.“ You say hesitantly. ”That sounds like it could be fun.“ You have to admit that this mare, even when she’s lying prone and offering you some kinky fun, is never not, at least a little bit, intimidating.

”You’d better hurry then.“ She teases and rubs her legs together. ”It’s claim or be claimed now.“

So you do the claiming, getting to your knees and planting your hands on her hip and knee. You place your dick on her invitingly, velvety soft right inner thigh before Aphrodise clamps her legs together. Well she was right about the softness. Not at cleavage or buttock level but close. Very close indeed.

You start thrusting. The remaining water doesn’t do much in the way of lubrication so you’re just rubbing against your foreskin while you hump uncomfortably. Aphrodise, the one giving you some action, gives a small ”Hmmm“ before you feel something smooth and slick surround the contact between her thighs and your dick and your pistoning movements become much more comfortable and smooth.

”What the hell?“ You ask no one in particular as a sweet, sugary scent wafts up to your nose. It smells like salted caramel. ”Is that scented lube?“ You ask pointedly.

”Oh it’s not just scented,“ Aphrodise cheekily responds as she levitates a small bottle into view from outside of the bath, ”it’s edible too.“

Any response you would have had to that is cut off when another large pair of hands grip your hips and you feel another layer of skin make contact with your ass.

”As much as I like watching this cute little butt, I am not fond of being ignored.“ Aphrodise of the present declares from above you. Her boobs melt over your shoulders as she leans forward over you and your head is engulfed in her cleavage from the chin down. ”And I hope you weren’t expecting me to be content with just sitting back and watching the show this time.“

”So glad you could join us.“ Says Aphrodise of the future from down on the bench. ”Just don’t be too rough with Sebastian this time.“

”I make no promises.“ Present states simply as she starts humping. You can’t hope to keep up with her and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to let you try. She’s in control now, banging your hips against the thighs of Future with a wet ”Plap“, and giving you no quarter to slow down.

You’re slamming against these thick, cushiony thighs uncontrollably as the smell of salted caramel keeps rising from your dick. Is it making your mouth water? You might never look at a block of caramel chocolate the same way again after this.

”Oh, God.“ You groan as your balls start boiling in anticipation. ”’m gonna cum.“

”Remember rule number three, Sebastian.“ Aphrodise of the present says in a tone that brooks no argument. Her voice rumbles through not just your ears but through your neck and skull via your contact with her chest.

”Sure.“ Is all you can manage. You’re once again putting all your focus into delaying your imminent orgasm. And once again it’s an uphill battle.

You squeeze your eyes closed and put all your mental energies towards holding your cum. The slapping of your groin against Aphrodise’s thighs, the feel of Aphrodise’s hands and hips against your rear, the warmth and heaviness of her breasts around your neck and her stomach against your back combined with the torturous pleasure of your dick rapidly vanishing and returning between those thighs. The cumming is inevitable. If only you can stave it off against all these pleasurable foes.

A snap explodes next to your ear and you finally, explosively and gratefully erupt. The salty smell of cum enters your nostrils as you slump over the thick pair of thighs still trapping your penis. The hands on your hips are removed as you pant deeply and a hand starts stroking the back of your head.

”Did you really need to snap your fingers in his ear?“ One Aphrodise asks from behind you.

”Well I told you to be gentle with him.“ The other, running her fingers through your hair, retorts from above you.

You’re just to tired to care. You just lift yourself off Aphrodise’s thighs, pulling your still hard penis out from between them, and slump back against the wall of the bath. Aphrodise of the future pushes herself back upright and spreads her legs. A silvery, grey web of semen stretches between each thigh.

”Oh, what a mess.“ Future remarks as she scoops some cum up on her finger. She licks the glob up and rolls her eyes up in pleasure. ”Do you want some?“ She asks Aphrodise of the present, sitting on your opposite side.

”You expect me to lick up second hand ejaculate off your thighs?“

”You haven’t said no.“ Future Aphrodise retorts, her smug and cheeky grin contrasting Present’s unamused scowl. ”Think of it as another IOU.“ Future suggests as she spreads her knees wider.

Present Aphrodise makes a grumbly sound in her throat but rises off the bench and moves over in front of he future self. ”I’d better collect on that later then.“ She says as she kneels between Future’s knees.

”Yes. You had better.“ Future agrees as Present starts licking and sucking the goopy splatters off her inner thighs. Future starts murmuring in pleasure as Present gets more aggressive with her tongue.

You continue watching the two mares for a moment as Future Aphrodise lets her head back and her smile widens in pleasure. Well of course she’s enjoying herself. If anyone would know where she’s the most ticklish, she would.

You swipe a sponge out of the water as it floats past and start scrubbing under your arms again. The thighjob might have been short and sweet but it was still enough to get you sweating again. You move down between your legs and wipe the last traces of cum off your penis before slipping off the bench and wading under the shower head.

”Oh wow! I was waiting for this!“ One of the Aphrodises, most likely Future, yelps in surprise.

You quickly look back at the pair to see Present Aphrodise attacking Future’s vagina directly with her tongue. Future Aphrodise is flushed and panting like a dog as she’s licked out while her knees are over Present’s shoulders and is having her ass groped in conjunction with her oral assault. Future notices you through the haze of pleasure and her horn lights up for a second before the shower head rumbles to life again and drenches you.

You tilt your head back and let the stream wash your fringe out of your eyes before raising your arms to wash the soap out from your pits. Cleaned once again, you exit the shower stream and observe the scene on the other side of the bath.

Present Aphrodise’s tail is off to the side, bound in a glistening, green magic field. Several smaller fields are attacking her exposed sex and butthole while Future Aphrodise is manipulating her fingers on her right hand in a manner that seems connected to the magical probes around Present’s rear. She’s making pinching motions with her thumb and index finger while her remaining three digits make a tickling and probing motion.

Your eyes dart between Present’s butt and Future’s hand to confirm that, yes, she is fingerbanging her past self while she gets licked out by her. On any other day that sight would be mesmerising, but you’re so tapped out by your orgasms that you just find the image mildly interesting rather than arousing. You just trudge back over to the bench and retake your seat next to the two shagging mares.

”So you’ve had some practice doing this have you?“ You ask Aphrodise of the future as she pants and moans.

”Doing what...exactly?“ She asks back. Her eyes are lidded and her face is a vivid red with arousal.

You look up and down the pair of mares, joined at one pair of lips to another, and decide to be more general in your question. ”I mean the whole act of looping time and being your own partner is something you’ve got some experience in.“

”I suppose...it is.“ She says as she turns to face you. ”Why? What’s got you...so worried...sweetie?“

”Well, messing with time like this isn’t in any way dangerous is it?“ Not that you’d have any first hand experience with the matter, but twenty-odd years of being a sci-fi geek has impressed on you the general notion that screwing with the natural flow of time and causation inevitably leads to disaster.

”Only if...you let it be.“ Aphrodise gasps as her counterpart takes the moment to push her face deeper into her cooch. Future’s moans reach a crescendo in pitch as her climax finally reaches her.

”Sebastian,“ She moans as her breaths get even shorter and faster, ”kiss me.“

You quickly and obediently get onto your knees and put your arms around Aphrodise’s neck. You feel the heat on her breath before you press you lips against hers and she wraps her left arm around your back under your shoulders. Aphrodise’s tongue barges right through your conjoined lips and invades your mouth again. Your tongue is pinned down under hers as she writhes the muscle around, still moaning through her nose. With what leverage she allows you, you examine the texture on the bottom and sides of her tongue with your own. Aphrodise forces your tongue to the roof of your mouth and proceeds to probe along the underside of it with the tip of her own tongue.

The force of the suction on your lips suddenly spikes and Aphrodise’s orgasm rolls through her throat as she shudders before she goes limp in your embrace. Your lips part at last as Aphrodise breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva stretching between your lips.

”You are getting better at that.“ She says. The blush across her cheeks is still present and her breathing is still ragged but she is still enjoying her lingering orgasmsic high.

Aphrodise of the Present extracts her face from Future’s crotch with a suctioning sound. Her mouth is glistening with Future’s cooch juices. ”Glad you enjoyed that.“ She says as she retakes her seat. She levitates a facecloth into her hand and mops up the mess around her chin.

”Well you can’t say that you didn’t.“ Future Aphrodise replys with a conspirational wink. ”And you’ll get to enjoy it all over again tonight.“ You release your embrace around Future’s neck but she pulls you closer to her with her arm.

”One more before I take my leave.“ And with that, she plants her lips back on yours. You snake your right arm back around her shoulders and lean into the kiss. It’s short, sweet and over before you know it. But when your lips part again Aphrodise is looking into your eyes with a goofy smile. She looks genuinely happy being in such close proximity with you.

”I’m glad I was able to catch you before anypony else, Sebastian.“

And with those parting words, Aphrodise of the Future vanishes before your eyes leaving you alone with her still pouting counterpart of the present.