Property of the Queen

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.