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She didn’t waste so much as a second after that, and she pushed in to kiss me, a powerful press that I couldn’t really contest, stunned as I was. Her lips were warm and flexible, and she knew how to use them, enfolding me in a surprisingly tender kiss for how passionate and powerful it was. She was plainly and totally superior to me, yet she treated me with a level of care that a master artisan would use on a sculpture.
Eventually, she pulled away, and I was fully aflush, my face red from one side to another, and I let out a soft “oh” as I looked at her, already longing for something more. Celestia herself had the lightest hint of a flush across her features, and a totally self-satisfied smile. She knew she had me. Sun and Stars did she ever have me.
“Of course,” she said coyly. “That’s only if you’re interested… I wouldn’t want to push you past what you’re comfortable with.” I nodded as fiercely as I could, my mane bobbing back and forth as I silently begged her for more. She simply stared at me, quirking her head to the side. “Now First Prize, you should know how important express and enthusiastic consent is,” she said in a serious tone that was only slightly ruined by the barest trace of a smile gracing the edge of her lips. “I’m going to need a verbal answer.”
I couldn’t help myself. “Yes!” I practically shouted. “Yes! Please, more!” I was all but hollering at the top of my lungs, and I briefly looked over at the door the bathroom, where I realized that Rock Solid and Seaweed were probably still there.
Celestia rolled her eyes as she took another step forward, closer, over me. “Let them hear,” she said, leaning down again. “You’ll be making much louder noises by the end anyway.” She pressed another kiss against my lips, this time shorter and then she moved down to the tip of my chest, then down to the middle of my stomach and then down to my sheathe, where she gave another nip of kiss. In mere seconds I was already starting to slide out, half-erect from her careful ministrations, which she wasn’t about to let up on.
Part of me was struck with a sudden terror as I realized how quickly it was happening, a surge of anxiety while her tongue snaked up the underside of my shaft, her tongue flattening out to press against the entirety of its bottom, rolling up with enough slow deliberation that I was squirming slightly from below while she worked. Also slowly enough that I was looking away in a distinct shame as she finished, since she could finally see my total length.
She immediately noticed something was wrong, tilting her head to the side. “Are you alright, my Consort? Do we need to stop.” I mumbled something, and she leaned in to hear.”Once more, if you would?” Her ears flicked attentively.
“Sorry it's not very big,” I muttered, and she paused, leaning back as though observing my cock again. I felt her scrutinizing gaze and that same well of shame rolled over me.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said as her hoof come to rest alongside my cock, gently stroking it with the soft frog underneath her hoof. “It’s a marvelous size.” I looked at her incredulously. I was distinctly undersized. She snorted, and for once I felt her growing a bit impatient. “Stallions.” She muttered. “Treat it like it's the most important thing… not a single damn more has ever cared…”
Her horn began to glow, and I could feel the crackling tingle of its energy, like the gentlest of magical currents spreading over the surface of my entire body, my fur suddenly touched by arcane sensation. “Very well!” She said, like a teacher announcing that a pop quiz was in order. “Since this is obviously going to be an issue…”
And without any more warning than that, my groin was suddenly encompassed with a bright light that matched the one from her horn. The sudden sensation was… intense. It was like arousal, but when my shaft began to twitch and pulse, it just didn’t stop. More and more it increased, and I felt like I was holding back an impossibly powerful orgasm, or like something was holding it back from me, and my entire body went rigid as I struggled and failed to handle the waves of pleasure that were coursing through me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I let loose a powerful grown.
The whole time, Celestia was looking at me with an intensity, a smile creeping onto her face and then growing wide and wider as she considered her work. Her tongue creeped out and she liked her plump lips appreciatively as she stared at her own work, until all at once her horn stopped growing and her work was done.
I was gasping for air by the time she was, laying there while my entire body was exhausted, and my crotch numb with pleasure. My wings were rigid behind me, and with a grunt I sat up to see what she had done. And there it was. My dick… but almost twice the size. I stared at it with disbelief as my new found monster sat there, upright and pulsing, while Celestia moved in to get a closer look herself.
She gave the tip a gentle kiss and I couldn’t held back a contented ‘aaaaah’ while a single drop of pre-cum beaded at the top. Celestia smiled at me, somewhat lustily, but an overwhelming sense of pride even more distinct than that. “You’ll be sensitive for a while,” she said. “The price of doing business, I’m afraid, but eventually I’m sure you’ll get the handle of it. There, now you have a masterpiece hanging between your legs.”