Property of the Queen

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.