Grinning from ear to ear, Frosty stared at his reflection in the crystalline mirror opposite his post. It was his very first day as a royal guard, and he was on cloud nine - not just because he looked darn good in his armor, nor because he’d been put on night shift, but because he was utterly and completely certain that this would be the beginning of his ascension to greatness. As he lifted and licked a forehoof to straighten his eyebrows, a small, prideful chuckle escaped him.
Most stallions had a fair to middling opinion of themselves, but not him. He was nearly a full head and shoulders above most ponies, his physique was toned from years of training, and his face was nothing short of adonic - in short, he could understand why many of his fellow guards looked at him with envy. Lesser ponies may have been modest in his position - luckily for him, he wasn’t some lesser pony.
With his slate grey coat and azure mane and tail, both of which having the faintest bit of white streaking them, he knew it was only going to be a matter of time until the second part of his plan came to fruition. Getting a job as a praetorian guard had been simple, even if it had required a somewhat generous donation to the royal coffers from his father, and that had been the hardest part of his scheme. Looking at the large, ornate door he stood beside, he smiled all the broader.
Being attractive could get you a long way in life, as could having plenty of bits to burn through, and he had both in spades. It wasn’t his fault that he was so gorgeous, and there wasn’t a darn thing wrong with his family pulling strings to get their way, so he didn’t feel the slightest bit of shame for being stationed to personally guard his impending lover’s bedchamber. He craned his neck upward and drank in the ornate carving of an alicorn gazing up at a cloudless night sky.
Luna may not have realized it yet, but she’d soon be the one bowing to him. Princess or not, alicorn or otherwise, it was a mare’s place to serve her stallion - especially if her stallion was as perfect as he was. Being a veritable paragon of masculine beauty could have - would have been enough to get him a lover easily, but he had something that would ensure any mate he had would stay with him and bear him many, many foals.
Dipping his head and peeking down his undercarriage, he eyed his monstrous sheath and pair of grapefruit-sized balls. He was big in every conceivable way, and his package was no exception. At nearly two feet long and thicker than the foreleg of most ponies, his stallionhood was so profound that any mare he bedded would instantly fall for him - that or they’d be ruined for anypony else.
Snickering and straightening up, he adjusted his armor. He’d only met Luna a small number of times, each in passing, although she’d soon be putty in his hooves. Things would start simple at first, small flatteries and the like, although they’d quickly escalate from there. She may last a month before begging him to date her, if she was particularly reserved or old-timey, and then he’d have her right where he wanted her - bent over and squealing like a filly on prom night.
The mere thought of claiming Luna was enough to send a shiver up his spine and blood rushing to his nethers. It wouldn’t be long until her tenure as Princess came to an end and her life as his sexy, devoted broodmare began.
He stirred and eyed her door as an idea crept into his thoughts. Considering he’d been posted at her room for the entirety of the night, it was his duty to check in on things. Nopony would blame him if he inspected her chamber for any ne’er-do-wells ~ right? Suppressing a laugh and shaking his head, he turned and rested a forehoof on the knob.
The chances of anypony finding him were slim. Nearly everypony in the castle was asleep, Luna was off tending to the dreams of her subjects, and there were only a hoofful of guards on patrol. On the off chance somepony did stumble upon him, his actions were more than justifiable.
Pushing the door open, he peered into the gloom and sent power surging into his horn. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected, yet the sight which greeted him gave him a moment for pause. Instead of ornate tapestries, fineries, and the well-kept boudoir of a Princess, he discovered what he could only describe as a sty.
Luna’s bed was unmade, there were emptied or partially eaten bags of chips heaped in one corner, and the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of what appeared to be a Joy-Boy™. Had she caused this mess herself? Didn’t she have maids who were supposed to clean up after her? Was he seeing something he shouldn’t? Beset with questions, with his curiosity outweighing his aspirations of taking Luna as his betrothed, he pressed deeper and quietly closed the door behind himself.
This was just bizarre. Luna’s suite looked more like the room of a slovenly high school or college student - not the bedchamber of one of the most powerful and influential ponies on the entire planet. Stepping forward, he shuddered when he stepped on something damp. He hoped she’d only spilled something on her priceless carpet, because the alternative was too disconcerting to consider.
He wiped his hoof clean on a dry patch of the rug and steeled himself. Regardless of Luna’s questionable living conditions, she had to have something that would give him some intimate insight on her personal desires. His eyes shot to her bed and the nightstand beside it, wondering if she had a journal in which she kept her deepest, darkest secrets.
While it may have been a bit cliche, most mares kept a diary of some sort - heck, his own mom had one that she wrote in religiously every night! Feeling a bit like an explorer in some long-forgotten and booby-trapped tomb, he cautiously navigated the detritus at his hooves and came to the side of her mattress. As he passed the rat’s nest of her blankets and sheets, a giant, unseemly pile that she probably burrowed into when she was tired, something unique caught his eyes.
Peeking out from the linens was a glint of silver. Unable to figure out what he was looking at, he shifted his focus to the mysterious item. It, whatever it was, didn’t appear to be anything as lewd as a sex toy, and he highly doubted the Princess was one to sleep with a weapon, although looks could be deceiving. Leaning forward and over the mattress, he extended a hoof and pursed his tongue between his lips.
As he gingerly grasped the item and pulled it free, a smile played across his muzzle. Panties - he’d just uncovered a pair of Luna’s panties. The undergarment was exquisite, likely weaved of the finest white cotton and laced with silvery material, and it fanned the flames of his arousal. He glanced over his shoulder and to the exit before bringing the unmentionable to his snout and drawing a long, deep breath through his nostrils.
He sighed, taken aback by the exquisite aroma. He’d been sure that most mares smelled exquisite, and that the Princesses would have an even more alluring bouquet, yet the fragrance which struck him was so singular that it nearly caused his mind to go blank. Closing his eyes and all but covering his snout with the piece of attire, he sighed then inhaled once again.
His stallionhood hardened while his thoughts sank into a sinful morass. He could envision Luna traipsing about in her room wearing the panties, possibly even touching herself in them, and the notion only compounded his arousal. Shaken from his reverie by the sensation of his immense endowment smacking against his belly, he peeked at the exit.
A reasonable guard would have returned the undergarment and gone back to their post, although he wasn’t exactly feeling reasonable. This was a moment to celebrate any number of things, and he’d be hard pressed not to seize the moment. Surely - surely he could give himself a few minutes to appreciate his to-be lover’s scent while rewarding himself for a job well done.
He moved slowly and silently as he hauled himself onto the bed and made himself comfortable. It rarely took him long to blow off a little steam, and he’d be willing to bet that the intimate inspiration he’d happened upon would only expedite the process. Reclining and resting his head on Luna’s pillows, he reached for his groin, gently clutched his length, and stopped himself.
What was he thinking? Touching himself was a fine option, although he was holding something that would make the experience all the more pleasurable. He quickly transferred the panties to his right hoof, lowered his foreleg, and wrapped the undergarment around his shaft. As pleasant as the sensation was, the knowledge that the attire had been snuggled against Luna’s marehood elevated his bliss by leaps and bounds.
He was slow to start, languidly stroking himself while wriggling about contentedly, but he didn’t stay that way for long. His imagination went wild, assailing him with images of Luna presenting herself to him as she begged him for a foal. She was - would be the key to his happiness, the instrumental piece that would make his life complete, and he couldn’t wait for the day they gave themselves to one another.
His forehoof moved harder and faster with every passing second, sending him to the brink of release. While her underwear was probably worth a small fortune, he’d be sure to clean it thoroughly before returning it to her room. Given the state of her room, he’d be shocked if she noticed a single piece of attire was missing for an hour or two - besides, even if she did take note of its absence, she wouldn’t assume one of her loyal guards had taken the thing.
Teetering on the brink, with his chest heaving and pulse pounding in his ears, a singular click cut through the air. The noise was faint, yet it shattered his fantasies with the force of a wrecking ball. Looking over toward the source of the sound, a wall opposite from the bed, he froze as he saw a figure backlit by a steam-filled restroom.
“What do you think…” Luna trailed off. As a look of realization flashed in her widening eyes, her lip curled in a sneer. “You dare to -”
“G…guh,” Frost whined, trembling from hoof to head.
Be it from fate, poor luck, or the otherworldly intervention of a mischievous draconequus, the Princess’ appearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. His stallionhood flared and pulsed in tune with his racing heart while his seed painted and seeped into the fabric of the panties. The climax was heavenly, far better than when he normally got himself off, although it was heavily marred by the disgusted look on Luna’s face.
Save for her face, Luna remained totally unmoving. Her expression shifted from one of disdain to outright contempt. Frosty went still and swallowed hard. He’d hoped never to see the fury of a demigod, yet the full might of the Princess’ wrath was leveled squarely upon him.
He’d played out this moment more times than he could possibly count, the momentous occasion when he’d formally introduce himself to Luna and woo her with his looks and charm, yet a combination of extraordinarily poor timing and terrible circumstances had ruined everything. Opening his mouth to say something - anything to excuse himself, he blinked when indigo fire surrounded her horn. This was his end, how he was going to meet his maker, and it couldn’t have been more shameful.
“You dare,” she blared and stomped a hoof.
The din of her Canterlot voice rocked him to his core, chilling his marrow while shaking the room around him, but she wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. Cold, fiery aura surrounded his body immobilized him completely, robbing him of the ability to do anything other than blink, before it snatched him into the air. Snatched from the mattress, he sailed over to her in a blur.
Luna locked eyes with him, ignoring the cum dripping from her sodden undergarment and his softening endowment. “What is the meaning of this?”
Her adamantine tone complemented her steely gaze. This couldn’t be happening ~ could it? The universe wouldn’t be this cruel to him! Attempting to twist in place, yet finding himself unable to budge, he discovered only his neck and head were allowed any movement whatsoever. He’d been asked a question, and not answering it would only compound any punishment he was going to receive.
“I…I…” he croaked, his voice barely a whisper. “I w…was guarding your room.”
“Guarding my room,” she flatly repeated. “Frosty, the stallion who was so inept and pitiful that his own mother begged me to recruit him, is guarding my room. Absolutely pathetic…”
His pupils shrank to pinpricks as the words struck him. “W…what?”
“Blackfire, your mother, told me that you were a miserable excuse of a stallion, a pompous layabout who hadn’t and likely presumably wouldn’t ever amount to anything, although she failed to capture just how wretched you were,” she seethed. As he turned his eyes to the floor, she extended a foreleg to turn his head back to face her. “No, none of that. You will look at me when I address you ~ understood?”
He nodded, albeit weakly, and managed to meet her gaze. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Princess,” she chided, correcting him in an instant. “Is something the matter?”
His jaw flapped noiselessly while he tried and failed to process what was happening. How - how in the world had this happened? This was supposed to be a special moment, an exchange that would mark the beginning of something beautiful between them, although his hopes had turned to bitter ash in his mouth - worse still, the assertion that his own family had betrayed him cut deep. Knitting his brow, unwilling to accept his mother would speak ill of him, he glared at the Princess.
“That’s not true,” he spat.
The corner’s of Luna’s lips turned upward as her eyes narrowed. “What’s not true? The fact that your mother pleaded for me to give you a chance? How she went on about how worthless you are? Have I cut through those delusions of grandeur I’ve heard so much about?”
“I…” the words died in his throat.
There was no way - no possible way any of this could be true. His parents loved him dearly and they thought the world of him. It was true that his mother and father had accelerated his acceptance into the academy by making a few donations, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have done it by his lonesome. As he sought to formulate a rebuttal, the Princess lazily circled him while keeping him hovering over the floor.
“I what?” she callously pressed. “Allow me to make one thing clear - the only reason you’re wearing that armor is because your parents love you. Were it not for their intervention, you’d still be sitting in your room fantasizing about things that will never come to pass.”
“H…how…” he gulped.
Coming around to face him, she smirked. “Lest you forget, you’re speaking to the Princess of the Night…”
The blood in his veins ran to ice, a cold pit formed in his stomach, and his heart skipped a beat - several in fact. He’d been so pleased with himself and the anticipation of sweeping Luna off her hooves that he’d overlooked a fundamental part of whom and what she was. Everypony had their secrets, parts of themselves that were kept safe from the world, although there was one creature - one Princess who could see somepony’s deepest desires and fears.
“Oh yes,” Luna hissed, relishing his fear as reality dawned on him. “That pride of yours, the hubris driven by your looks, bits, and unseemly endowment, mean nothing to me…”
In one of the rarer moments in his life, Frosty was at a loss for words. The image he’d spent a lifetime cultivated had been shattered in seconds by the mare who he’d intended on courting and eventually marrying. Twisting his head free and lowering it, he closed his eyes.
“As much as I’d like to dismiss you and have you escorted from the castle with your tail tucked between your legs, I can not,” Luna darkly muttered. Turning and trotting to the exit, she levitated him along behind her. “Seeing as how something like this hasn’t happened in…” she faltered and slowed at the exit. “Now that I think about it, I don’t believe something like this has ever happened - regardless, I’ll confer with my sister on your fate.”
The mention of Celestia eclipsed Frosty’s sullen state with outright panic. Attempting to free himself, he struggled against his magical bonds. “W…wait!”
“Why?” Luna huffed, carrying him out and into the hallway like a piece of luggage. “I’m one half of a diarchy, and I’d be remiss for not consulting with Celestia about this repugnant matter. I tried - stars above, I tried to give you a chance, yet you somehow managed to make an absolute disgrace of yourself on night one.”
Unable to cover himself or the pair of regal panties plastered to his flaccid cock, Frosty glanced up and down the hallway. One small silver lining was that his ignominious and wholly unwanted pilgrimage through the keep would go largely unnoticed. He shuddered to think what would have become of him if this had happened during the day, when the castle was bustling with activity, although that gave him little comfort.
He stared at the back of Luna’s head as she carried him around a corner. “P…Princess, please just -”
“Absolutely not,” she snarled. “You have nopony to blame but yourself, and now, quite possibly for the first time in your insipid, pampered life, you are going to face the consequences and get a dose of reality. I’ve dealt with stallions like you before; you deceive everypony around you, including yourselves, until you believe your own lies. No matter how this plays out, irrespective of what Celestia will or won’t suggest, you will have your eyes opened. I just pray that you learn something from all of this…”
Biting his tongue, he kept quiet and resigned himself to his fate. Making a scene would risk angering her further, and it could potentially attract attention he dearly wished to avoid, so he put his efforts to still his calming the maelstrom swirling about in his head. Luna may not have comprehended it, but she may have just done him a favor.
He was screwed any way you look at it, getting fired at best or banished at worst, although all hope wasn’t lost. Knowing he’d have to plead his case to both Luna and Celestia, he put his mind to ask. Both sisters were ageless, having spent generations ruling over Equestria, yet one of them hadn’t been banished to the moon for millennia.
While he wouldn’t pretend to know Celestia in the slightest, he was well-aware of how maternal and caring she could be. The loving Princess of the Dawn had spared a great many ponies from an inglorious end, showing them the light of reformation and giving them forgiveness. If there was one pony on the planet who may take pity on him, particularly because he hadn’t blown a load in her panties, it was Celestia.
One small mercy was that his trip was perilously short. The sisters’ rooms were situated on the same floor and at opposite ends of the hallway, although that presented its own issue. On one hoof, he was fortunate enough not to be spotted by any of his fellow guards or the castle’s staff - on the other, he was given little time to work on his alibi.
Luna marched up to Celestia’s room, threw the door inward, and saw herself inside without the slightest bit of hesitation. “Sister, I - really…?”
Looking over his shoulder, Frosty was greeted with a less than flattering sight. He would have thought that Celestia would be sleeping, what with the late hour and how she’d worked the entire day beforehoof, although that was the case. Shrouded in shadow and seated on her bed, the alabaster alicorn held what appeared to be a partially consumed cake to her muzzle.
“I see your diet is going well,” Luna grumbled as she trotted, keeping her sorcerous hold on Frosty, and slammed the door shut behind them.
Celestia lowered the confection and licked her chops. “Not that it’s any of your business, but ~ who is that?”
Following her sister’s gaze, Luna nodded over at the suspended stallion. “It’s Frosty, and you’ll never guess what I caught him doing.”
“Asleep at his post?” Celestia postulated.
“Not quite. Frosty,” Luna hummed, lowering him to the floor, “explain to my dearest sister what you were doing in my room…”
Frosty’s legs quaked and knees threatened to buckle. Of course - in another cruel twist, he was expected to do the talking. The way he saw it, he had one of two choices: either he could lie through his teeth and concoct some fanciful tale or he could be forthcoming, own his mistake, and plead for forgiveness. Shifting to face Celestia, he gave a deep, reverential bow.
“I - Ahem,” he began, clearing his throat and fighting to keep his voice from cracking, “as you -”
Plop
As he felt the cool air against his slickened package, he winced and went quiet. The panties that had effectively been plastered to his goods had fallen free seconds after he began speaking, drawing Celestia’s attention away from his face and down to the sullied undergarment beneath him. Great - fantastic. Just when he’d started to think things couldn’t get any worse, fate had decided to kick him when he was down.
“Are…are those your unmentionables?” Celestia asked, quirking a brow at her sister.
“Yes, and that’s the problem,” Luna stated. “This cretin didn’t just invade the privacy of my bedchamber, but he despoiled one of my favorite undergarments while indulging his wanton desires.”
Levitating the remains of the cake over to her nightstand, Celestia stood and hopped from her bed. “Not the ones Rarity made for your birthday!”
“The very same,” Luna murmured.
“No!” Celestia gasped as the lights overhead ignited with a flick of her horn. “I’m sure they could be salvaged. There are -”
“I no longer want them,” Luna interrupted, staring daggers at Frosty. “I’m sorely tempted to immolate them and the mongrel who defiled them.”
Frosty shifted and craned his neck as a shadow fell over him. Celestia hadn’t appeared to be in the best of moods when he’d been shown into her suite, probably due to the interruption and being caught with her hoof in the metaphorical cookie jar while cheating on her diet, although her disposition became one of indignation after hearing what had happened.
Ruining the cherished possession of a Princess and rightfully incurring her resentment was bad, although provoking and being stared down by the two oldest and mightiest Princesses to ever exist broke him. Throwing himself at Celestia’s hooves, he pressed his chest to the rug in supplication. Never in a thousand years would he have guessed he’d have to beg for his life, yet there he was holding back tears and sniveling against the floor.
“C…Celestia, I’m s…so - Sniff - so s…sorry,” he lamented, snorting and pawing at her foreleg.
Celestia backed away and wrinkled her nose. “Don’t touch me. I won’t presume you were using your hooves to stroke that little -”
“Big,” Luna interjected. As her sister looked over at her, she snorted and rolled her eyes. “Not that I was, am, or ever would be interested in it, but he appears to be rather gifted in that singular department.”
Swinging her gaze away from her sister, Celestia studied Frosty. It would have been impossible to know what she was thinking, but her expression softened and took on a trace of ~ what? Curiosity? Interest? Amusement? Staying right where he was, he forced a smile and mutely kept his hooves crossed that his endowment may spare him from an untimely demise.
“Show me,” Celestia calmly ordered.
Frosty instantly rolled onto his back, splayed his hind legs, and folded his forelegs to his chest. After what he’d gone through, exhibiting his goods to a Princess was the least of his worries - plus he would have gleefully presented himself to either Celestia or Luna if they’d asked under better circumstances. Resisting the urge to peek down at himself, he felt his stallionhood emerge from its sheath.
While Luna was appalled by the spectacle, visibly sickened and shying away, Celestia’s reaction was anything but. The elder sister stepped closer and leaned in, bringing her face to his loins for a closer look. Unable to control himself, and because she was practically standing right over him, he peered up at her swaying, succulent bosoms and supple underbelly.
The sight above him was inspirational and caused him to grow erect at a staggering weight. He wasn’t out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, but buck if being ogled by the diarchs didn’t rub him the right way. Flexing his groin and causing his stallionhood to reach full mast at a record-breaking pace, he wiggled his hips. While Luna may have written him off, and in so doing ruined any chances of courting her, perhaps her sister could serve as a worthy substitute.
“That…that is rather impressive,” Celestia breathed. Almost reluctantly backing away, she straightened up. “Frosty, is what my sister claims true?”
He knew it would come to this, being frankly asked if he was guilty, and he was as prepared as he was going to get. “S…sadly, yes.”
“And do you have any justification for your actions?” Celestia pressed.
“W…well, you see,” he stammered while rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s d…difficult for a stallion of my, shall we say, virility to control himself - not for the least of which reasons being in the service of the two most gorgeous mares in all of Equestria. I’ll freely admit to crossing a line, that my impulses got the better of me, although I would beg you to understand that it was purely because of my stallionly nature and being in your presence that -”
“Poppycock!” Luna spat, cutting him off. “You would have us believe that you transgressed because you can’t control yourself or that obscene slab of meat between your legs? I’ve never -”
“Luna,” Celestia softly tutted, “anger won’t help with matters at this point.” Motioning for him to stand, she sighed. “Frosty, as creative as your reasoning is, I’m afraid this is a violation that can not be simply overlooked. We should -”
“Flog him publicly then banish him?” Luna asserted. “I couldn’t agree more, dear sister. On the morrow, I will -”
“Luna,” Celestia groaned while pinching the bridge of her snout. “Corporal punishment has been forbade for nearly half a millennium. The most severe penalty which is allowed by Equestrian law is…”
Frosty held his breath and waited for Celestia to continue to no avail. He wasn’t sure if he should feel disheartened or cautiously optimistic by the small grin splitting the Princess’ snout, but his gut told him that he may be shown some leniency. Only then remembering he’d been asked to stand, he flipped around and got to his hooves.
“Luna, a word…” Celestia whispered, turning and trotting to the open veranda.
Stomping up to his side, Luna waited until her sister had stepped into the cool night air to practically throttle him with her magic. “If you so much as think about moving from this spot, nopony will ever find your body ~ is that clear?”
“C…crystal,” he wheezed.
He gasped and broke into a coughing fit when she released him. As he looked down to the floor and made sure to keep his promise, his mind raced. While it was a relief to hear that he wasn’t going to be marched to the gallows or shamed in front of Canterlot, he wasn’t about to jinx himself by assuming he’d get off scot free. Left to speculate on what the pair were saying, only able to hear the occasional word, he silently prayed for a miracle.
Left to his dour thoughts and the steady tick tick tick of a clock on the wall beside Celestia’s bed, he restlessly shifted his weight from side to side. Each second that passed felt like a torturous eternity. His livelihood, his very life lay in their hooves, and there wasn’t a darn thing he could do about it.
The good news was that Celestia and Luna settled on his fate rather quickly, having taken no more than a few minutes to conspire - the bad news was that their demeanor had changed entirely. As they approached him, moving at a relaxed trot, both Princesses giggled like schoolfillies. Despite having no idea why they were so amused, he sensed his hair stand on end.
“Frosty, we’ve come to a decision,” Luna chirped. “Though I’d love nothing more than to lock you in a stockade and make an example out of you, my sister has convinced me to be lenient.”
“T…thank you!” he bleated. Flinging himself to the floor, he kissed Celestia’s closest forehoof. “Thank you so much!”
Serenely smiling down at him, Celestia waved him up. “Your gratitude is appreciated, although we’re not quite finished. If you’d be so kind, please make yourself comfortable on my bed.”
He bolted upright, gave a quick nod, then scampered over and onto her mattress. To Tartarus with it - yeah, the request was a little weird, but he was positively elated. He wasn’t going to die, and it sounded like he was going to get off easy. Flopping onto his belly and glancing between the pair of alicorns, he grinned like an idiot.
“Now roll over for us - yes, just like that,” Celestia mused as he rolled onto his back.
“Come a bit closer - oh and don’t be afraid to display that prolific endowment of yours,” Luna purred.
Spinning around to level his groin at them, he shuffled to the foot of the bed. To say his night had been a roller coaster would be an understatement of unimaginable proportions. Over the span of less than an hour, he’d masturbated with a pair of Luna’s panties, gotten in trouble, presumed he was going to be summarily executed, and was now rock hard in front of two ageless, spectacularly gorgeous mares! He would have suffered psychological whiplash from the whirlwind of events, were he not as thrilled as he was.
Luna trotted forward alongside her sister, lowered her head, and brought her muzzle to within a hair’s breadth of his twitching stallionhood. “You know, sister, it is rather impressive.”
“Indeed,” Celestia whispered, breathing hotly on his turgid length.
“I dare say this monstrous troublemaker would leave any mare unable to walk for hours on end,” Luna added.
“If not days,” Celestia coolly remarked, “however…”
As he looked up to her face, Frosty’s smile wavered. “H…however…?”
“Well - goodness, this is so embarrassing!” Celestia tittered while batting a hoof. “It’s just - well, I was rather interested to see how you wield something so massive. If it’s not too much to ask, would you mind reenacting your little escapade from earlier?”
Was it a bit strange to be asked to jack off in front of two Princesses? Yes. Was that going to stop him from putting on a sinful show? Heavens no. Chuckling to himself, he slipped one forehoof behind his head while clutching his dick in his free hoof. If getting off for a second time that evening was his penance, it was a small price to pay.
Looking back and sorcerously lifting the cum-slathered pair of panties from the floor, Luna flung the undergarment to his chest. “Feel free to use this.”
“With pleasure,” he noted, shooting her a wink.
Wrapping the drenched garment around his cock, he stroked himself and gave a low, passionate groan. While he hadn’t pegged himself for being much of an exhibitionist, doing something so naughty in front of none other than Celestia and Luna was electrifying. As he closed his eyes and bucked into his hoof, the mares snickered.
“He can’t even cover that prodigious thing of his with your underwear, Luna!” Celestia exclaimed. “Maybe I should just…”
The familiar hum of magic split through the air and brought his motions to an abrupt halt. Peering down his chest, he marveled as a golden glow surrounded his shaft. He hadn’t thought Celestia would join in on the fun, but he wasn’t going to stop her - on the contrary, he was ecstatic that she wanted to help! With a grin plastered on his muzzle, he affixed her with his heavily-lidded gaze.
“You can use your hoof if - Nnnph,” he grunted as an odd jolt shot through his nethers.
He did a double take when he looked down at himself. There wasn’t a pony on the planet who was as familiar with his equipment as he was, making the sight question what he was seeing. At first glance, everything appeared fine; both the coloration of his package and its placement were no different than usual, although he could immediately tell something was amiss.
In disbelief, he squeezed his shaft. Could he be - no, he had to be seeing things. His stallionhood was capable of growing when he was sufficiently worked up, which he very much was, yet his length seemed diminished. The aura around his cock intensified and radiated a warmth through him as the Princesses laughed.
“Well?” Celestia expectantly inquired. “Don’t stop now! You’re getting me so worked up ~ see?”
Lifting his head and warily looking to the side, still unsettled by whatever was becoming of his goods, he went rigid in more ways than one. Celestia hadn’t been insincere in the slightest. As she bent over and flagged her tail, giving him an unfettered view of her backside, his mouth started to water.
With every wink, the meaty entrance of her slavering marehood revealed her rosy, velvety depths. Mother mercy - he’d seen plenty of enticing things in his day, but there wasn’t a single thing that could compare to Celestia’s plump, succulent pussy. With renewed vigor, he picked up where he’d left off.
His forehoof glided up and down his shaft, working its sensitive underside with practiced ease while he steadily crept to his limit. Even without Luna’s panties, which were a pleasant addition, it wouldn’t have taken him long to cross the finish line. He gnawed his lower lip and fought to pace himself - alas, it was no use.
He could practically smell her arousal, and the notion of sinking into her balmy depths did little to help his waning self-control. As the tender flesh of his frog ran up and over the tip of his dick, his motions came to a shuddering halt. Utterly perplexed, he peeked at his loins and went motionless.
His stallionhood, his very pride, was a pale shadow of what it had once been. While once over a foot, exactly eighteen inches when last he’d measured, his endowment had been reduced by nearly half! Taking a moment to rub his eyes, he risked another glance downward and balked as another fraction of his shaft seemingly disappeared.
Taking a small step closer, Luna reached out and stopped just shy of touching his loins. “Such a big stallion. I simply can’t wait to see how long you last…”
“Whatever’s the matter, Frosty?” Celestia cooed, extending her magic to his entire lower half. Spreading his hind legs, she backed up and brought her drooling cunt just above his crotch. “Don’t you want to finish for your Princesses?”
The heat from her marehood was the most inspirational thing he’d ever felt, and it alone demanded he continue. This must have been a hallucination of some sort - yes, an illusion of some sort meant to make him feel smaller. Unicorns could wield magic that disoriented or deceived somepony, so it stood to reason an alicorn could do the same with ease.
He may not have been able to fully appreciate why Celestia and Luna would play a trick on him, but he wasn’t going to pay it any mind. For all he knew, this was a test of his mettle, and he was not going to fail. Like a horny colt, he gazed longingly at the immaculate, shockingly juicy snatch hovering just over his tool while he stroked himself.
On and on he went, blinded by lust until his hips gave a fitful, wholly spontaneous thrust. His forehoof glided upwards and onto his stomach, wrenching him back to reality and away from his hedonistic musings. He gave a small growl of frustration, unsure of what had happened but darned determined to fix it, then the world came crashing down around him.
Fumbling for his stallionhood and not finding it, he glared at his crotch and went slack-jawed. Where once his godly mare-breaker of a cock had sat, only a pitiful little nub of flesh remained. Barely large enough to hold with a single hoof, the diminutive, rock-hard dick defiantly pulsed in tune with his thundering heart.
Something was wrong - something was definitely wrong. It was one thing to be fooled by visual trickery, but this wasn’t that. He could feel everything, from the way his length was rooted in his groin to his hoof against its sensitive flesh, and it terrified him. The physical bliss of teetering on the brink, balancing on the razor’s edge of release, was overshadowed by the possibility that this wasn’t some figment of his imagination.
“Do you think he can be smaller?” Celestia quipped as she dipped her hips and kissed her entrance to his dainty little cock-head.
Luna nodded while pawing at her sister’s tush. “But of course! In olden times, it was a mark of civility for a stallion to have a minuscule endowment ~ don’t you remember, sister?”
“In that case,” Celestia hummed while her horn flared brighter.
All Frosty could do was squeak and sputter as his stallionhood shrank before his very eyes. Though he was still fully erect, his length withered and sank into the folds of his sheath. With only the tip of his length left free, poking from its fleshy confines like a bloated button mushroom, he started.
Now that his stallionhood had been rendered effectively useless, Celestia leveled her attention at his coin purse. Maybe the process was quicker with his balls, or perhaps he’d just lost track of how long he’d been laying there playing with himself - in any case, he watched in mute horror as his nuts became smaller and smaller. Grapefruit to orange - orange to tangerine; bit by bit, little by little, his twin cum-tanks diminished in size.
“Oh dear, you seem a bit distracted,” Luna hissed. Her horn blazed to life, tore the panties from his hoof, and throttled his nub of a stallionhood with the lacy undergarment. “Let me help…”
“G…Gah!” he cried out.
He tried to stop her, reaching for the attire caressing his nonexistent shaft, but to no avail. The moment he went to move, Luna’s cobalt aura pinned him to the bed. His physical rapture, brought on by the being arcanely touched, waged war against the psychological dread welling up within him.
It was the definition of insanity. He felt fine, without a shred of discomfort or pain, yet knowing he had a tool that was smaller than a colt’s wrought havoc upon his mind. Arching his back and with his legs straining against their magical bonds, he valiantly tried to stave off the pleasure accosting him. His ego was nothing short of mortified, fearful and dismayed beyond all reasoning, yet his id pined to yield and embrace ecstasy.
“If you cum, it will be permanent,” Luna muttered, tightening her grip and hastening her pace.
On the precipice of madness itself, he set his jaw and clamped his eyes shut. Even without Luna’s warning, he didn’t want to cum. He’d pined to spend an amorous night with the Princesses since he’d become aware of how alluring mares could be, but not like this - not in such a twisted, depraved way.
He wouldn’t have thought he’d ever end up trying to hold himself back for either Luna or Celestia - then again, his fantasies hadn’t involved having a dick that wasn’t much bigger than a clit either. Through sheer determination alone, he wrestled himself back from the edge. Victory was within his grasp, he could control himself, or so he thought.
Hearing movement at his side, he looked over. Luna, in a fit of pique or self-indulgence, hadn’t been content to merely spectate. Having seated herself beside him on the spacious mattress, she lay on her side while rubbing herself. Try as he might to look away, to avert his gaze from the sinful spectacle, he was only able to tear his gaze away when a soft, guttural groan sundered his concentration.
As his eyes darted to the source of the noise, a thrilled bolt shrieked through him. Balancing on three legs, Celestia caressed her winking marehood while moaning and bucking back into her forehoof. There was only so much any stallion could endure, a threshold for torment that would break anypony - for Frosty, seeing two Princesses getting off to the sight of him was that moment.
The dam burst, stars danced before his eyes, and he was beset by a bliss like he’d never known. Rope after rope of hot, steaming jizz erupted from his shivering prick, coating his belly, chest, and even his face as he came. His defeat was bitter sweet, intoxicating in a way that defied reality, and the maelstrom of ecstasy which consumed him left him a quivering, mewling mess.
His chest heaved as he collapsed and went limp. He’d been defeated, losing spectacularly, and the worst part was he’d never stood a chance. Neither willing nor able to lift a hoof, he caught his breath and rode out the rapture for as long as he possibly could. Just as he was beginning to believe it was all a dream, that he may have dozed off at his post, his body was lifted from the bed.
“Just gotta…” Luna grumbled as she magically manipulated his hind legs and slipped her panties onto him. After drawing the garment up his thighs and around his waist, she relinquished her grasp on him and let him fall back to the bed. “There. Much more fitting ~ wouldn’t you say, sister?”
Rising to her full height, Celestia coolly wheeled around to face him. “I dare say so, sister - in fact, had I not known better, I’d say he was actually a mare.”
Exhausted and beyond humiliated, Frosty followed their gazes. His stallionhood had barely been an eyesore while fully erect - now that he was soft, he could only make out the smallest little bulge beneath the cottony, silver-laced fabric clinging to his nethers. Utterly speechless and with his mouth agape, he stared at the pair when they turned and trotted away.
“W…wait!” he rasped.
Only Celestia slowed and peeked back at him. “Yes?”
Rolling off the bed, he shuffled to the Princess on his knees. “W…what am I supposed to d…do?”
“Return to your post, assuming you wish to remain employed,” Luna clucked.
Dipping her head, Celestia smiled and drew a forehoof under his chin. “After you clean up, of course.”
“B…but…” he stuttered. “Y…you’ll turn me b…back, right?”
“Doubtful,” Luna snarled.
“If you’re a good little colt, we may,” Celestia replied. Glancing back at her sister, she brought her muzzle to his ear. “If you wish to curry favor with her, it may be in your best interest to find a maid uniform that fits you.”
Rearing back, he eyed her incredulously and kept his voice low. “Really?”
Celestia nodded in response. “Though I should warn you, any additional fun you have may make you smaller. Just behave, ask the head maid for an outfit, and be on your best behavior.”
“Sister, if we’re done here, and since you’re still awake at this hour, I’d like to discuss something with you,” Luna groused as she opened the door leading to the hallway.
“Coming, sister,” Celestia called back before patting Frosty’s cheek. “Good luck…”
Left to his own devices, Frosty winced when the Princesses made their leave and slammed the door closed behind themselves. What was he going to do? How was he going to live with himself after this? Was there really a chance that they’d forgive him and restore his stallionhood? Getting to his hooves and taking a single step, he shuddered when the fabric over his groin caressed his prick. Now totally at the Princesses mercy, he had no choice but to hope the head maid would be in in the morning…
