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“Ma’am?” The nurse said, smiling at me nervously, an obvious twitch the one side of her mouth. “Maybe we should test, for, uh, volume.” She looked down between my legs pointedly, and a shifted my sitting position so she couldn’t stare at me any longer. This was not a reaction I was used to…
	The doctor seemed to have been expecting it. “I think we should let our Princess, Employer, and Sovereign Leader of our Country have the first go, no matter how good he’s supposed to be,” she said drily.
	Oh… Huh. I guess I hadn’t considered the motivation. I guess Prince Consort does come with a pretty hefty dose of cache. That was immediately washed out as I realized that meant that Princess Celestia was mostly likely going to be expecting a god in the bed… And I had never even tried before.
	The latter was most likely obvious, because I quickly felt the reassuring hoof of Rock Solid resting on my haunch. “Alright bud,” he said. “Once last stop before you get to meet, uh, her.”
	I nodded, taking a deep, calming birth to try and keep myself calm. I staggered to my hooves and follow Rock Solid, who took me through a couple of doors and into a bathroom. It was about the size of my previous apartment, with an alicorn-sized tub and a shower to match, plus an open air window with the slightest hint of magical interference leaving the image the slightest bit fuzzy. Other than that, there was a large bathroom counter, and a smaller one perpendicular to it. In the middle of the room, a massage table had been set up, with a small stand full of oils and salves sitting next to it.
	Next to it was a tall mare with a seafoam green coat and turquoise mane, poking through the various substances she had brought along She was head and shoulders above me, with a broad musculature that was padded out slightly by a comfortable layer of fat that seemed to shake generously with every movement. She looked up at me and had an expression enthusiastic enough to sour my mood again.
	She didn’t give me a chance to consider running away though. In a few great strides the earth pony had grabbed me in a single hoof, pulling me into her chest and the fluffy fur that clung there. “Oh, I’m so glad to meet you!” She said with a glowing tone. “You’re the new consort? First Prize? Oh, I’m going to be delighted to work on you.”
	It seemed like everyone knew me already… I wriggled to try and get free, but she was strong as a yak, and bigger enough that I was hanging without a chance at leverage, wings pressed up against my back. “Hello,” I wheezed out, having a bit of trouble breathing. “First Prize. Can’t breathe.”
	She looked horrified in a moment, and quickly deposited me onto the table next to her, where flopped for a second. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m just your new personal stylist, Seaweed Wrap! Well, I advise Princess Celestia, not that she normally needs it. But I’m here to take care of all of your needs… Style-wise, anyway.” She tossed a hoof. “Right now, I’m supposed to give you the works, getting you read to meet Celly for the first time?” With another look at her, I did notice the white neck-band and hair-tie that designated her as a spa pony. Apparently a pretty good one, if Princess Celestia kept her on as a consultant, but a more bitter part of me wondered if size had more to do with it than skill.
	Harmony decided to punish me for my bitter thoughts, and she displayed ample ability as she produced oils and flipped me onto my front, glistening oiled hooved sliding down my wings and into the small of the back where they connected, a gentle pressure that set my wings rigid again and the rest of my body into what I can only describe as ‘forceful relaxation’. I’m sure I made a sound somewhere in the neighborhood of ‘guuuuuhhhhh’.
	Wrap could only giggle at my response and her other hoof got into the action, slathering oils into my fur quickly starting to rub them in, a tingling sensation spreading everywhere her hooves did. “I don’t mean to brag,” she bragged, “but I’m perhaps the single most skilled masseuse in the kingdom. That’s more than just the oils, I’m pushing just a little bit of magic through my hooves with every touch.”
	“You seem to be enjoying it,” she teased, and let a single hoof dreft down to touch me between the legs. I hadn’t even noticed how hard I was, but as soon as she touched me there, it shot through my body like a fire. “Ah… Any other day and I’d be sure to take care of that,” she said, sounding disappointed. “But we’re running late on time and I’d better leave that for Celly.”
	That said, she continued to rub me down… With one hoof. The other, almost absent-mindedly, trailed up and down my shaft with the point of her hoof, humming happily while she did so. Still, I was getting the massage and rub-down I apparently needed, but the need in me was quickly building into a fire, and I wriggled underneath her touch, only kept from flopping off the bed entirely by the strength of her hoof and some instinctive fear for the grip she had on my private parts.
	Eventually, I was totally oiled up, and I figured I was done, only for her to squeeze me against herself and walk, this time over to the bathtub. With a great, heaving step she pulled both of us over to the warm, rose-scented water where we sank down. I nearly didn’t catch my breath in time, but she had that eventually covered as well, quickly spinning so that she was beneath me and holding me so my head was above water while both of her hooves now crawled all over my body sliding up my legs, massaging my wings, pushing up against my chest… I was surprised I didn’t blow my load, because I was relaxed and elevated and practically in another state of existence, gurgling and whimpering as the strong, confident touch of the mare work me over and over and over…
	I’m not sure how long that took. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, clutched tight to the bosom of the large, beautiful mare while she hummed and worked me over, finally pulling me out of the bath and setting upon me with a towel, rubbing me up and down until my coat poofed and my wings finally returned to a more flexible posture.
	Finally came a comb, which she used in her mouth and used to flatten out my coat and leave it at a silky sheen I don’t think it’s ever been at before. I felt soft and calm, like I was glowing all over, and I couldn’t keep the goofy grin off of my face. Eventually she was done, and the calming sensation of a strong, gentle mare working over me floated away, leaving me wanting for more while I lay there, blissfully dreaming.
She smiled down at me, patting my mane and lifting me up, gently setting me down on my hooves and keeping me secure while my wits gradually returned. “Don’t worry, we can try that again… a little bit more fun next time.” She gave me a wink and pushed me off in the direction of one more door. I started off towards it, then shot a look back at Rock Solid, dreamy but wondering if he was going to follow.
He held up a hoof. “Oh, I’d better not,” he said, then gave me a reassuring wink. “I’ll be waiting out here, don’t worry.” I felt myself filled with sudden realization, and in spite of total body relaxation, there was a creeping sense of dread as I pushed through the large, wooden door. The hinges were well-oiled, and the door drifted open easily.
The room was large, and most of the north-facing well was filled with a giant window that looked down upon the bustling city of Canterlot, light streaming through and illuminating the whole room. It was filled with reds and golds, with the occasional highlight of sky blue. There was a sitting-room area, a raised dais with a wall filled with books, tables that seemed to have various crafts and items on it, a small kitchenette just to the side of the bathroom exit, and something I would classify as a board-room, right out of a corporate office. Next to the window, with a series of shades pulled down next to it, was a truly massive bad. It had to be 15 feet square, with rich red blankets and a large canopy. With a nervous gulp, I headed over towards the last.
She wasn’t here… not yet. That meant I should probably be in position to meet her… I flapped my wings and fluttered onto the bed, and sat on my belly, facing the door. I was waiting for maybe a minute, my mind running through dozens of awful scenarios, things that would certainly make it go wrong. And then, with a click, the door began to open.