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Days passed slowly for Blueblood. His life had become bizarrely embarrassing, but as long as nopony he cared about saw his predicament he felt that he could stand it. His third day passed, and his forth, without incident. Every morning he woke with a sore rump, and had to remove his plug for a while just to give himself a rest from it.

He could tell that the plugs were getting bigger, as was his body. Unfortunately, it was very slow going. Crossfire, Gina, and Slipstream all insisted that they could see a big difference, but no matter how he turned and squinted in the mirror he couldn't believe that he had more than two inches in height. His stallionhood had grown as well, but not by very much.

That was not to say that he hadn't gained weight. Blueblood was overjoyed to wake on his fifth day and discover that he was seven pounds heavier than he had been when his punishment began. His elation lasted only as long as it took him to realize where some of the extra weight was situated.

To put it bluntly, his plot had thickened. It wasn't much, but he had noticed that his panties were fitting a bit tighter each day. "It's still progress," he told himself. "Celestia is just growing certain parts of me first. She's trying to make me more...attractive, I suppose? Is that even something that I want? I guess what I want doesn't matter right now anyway, so there's no use in fussing over it."

"Good morning, Blueblood," Crossfire said as the former prince strolled out of his room. He still had trouble moving around with the plug spreading him open, but he was learning quickly.

"Morning," the prince grumbled sourly. He was usually in a bad mood these days, and none of his guards had to wonder why. Slipstream followed him out of his room and shut the door behind them. "I think I'd like to walk around the garden for a while."

"Sounds good to me," Crossfire agreed. Blueblood cursed under his breath, still adjusting to the fact that he couldn't actually give his guards orders anymore. "I think Gina's already there."

Blueblood hobbled toward the castle's rear entrance, only a little bowlegged. "What is she doing?" he asked.

Crossfire shrugged. "She's off duty. Whatever she wants, I guess."

By the time they reached the garden, Blueblood was becoming very curious. What did gryphons do in their free time? He'd never actually gotten to know one before. He only knew that they were usually loud, abrasive, and rude. They also tended to smell, and...and he was supposed to be working on keeping an open mind, not racial profiling.

Blueblood's frustration worsened his already dour mood. Celestia expected too much of him, and gave him nothing in return. Was it really too much to ask of her to show a little sympathy?

The group found Gina in the rose garden, practicing some strange martial art that Blueblood had never heard of. She greeted all three of them, but paid special attention to Crossfire. "This is downright pathetic," Blueblood thought. "Does this nest-sitter really think she's fooling anypony? Crossfire must be just as stupid to think he'll get away with this forever. The stupid hen-humper is going to get himself court-martialed."

As Gina explained the finer details of her people's traditional combat styles, Blueblood felt a pang of remorse. "I think she saw the way I was looking at her just then. I...think I actually feel bad about that."

Blueblood cleared his throat importantly, trying his best to look dignified even though he knew it was impossible. To most ponies he was his usual regal self, but not to these three. They only saw a weak little unicorn trying to look important. A weak little unicorn in panties, socks, and a collar no less. "Could we have a demonstration?" he asked.

"Now why did I do that?" the former prince wondered. He sat carefully on a nearby bench with the others while Gina ran through a complex series of movements similar to a choreographed dance.

Once the gryphon was finished, Crossfire and Slipstream burst into applause. Blueblood reluctantly clopped his hooves together, admitting as he did that Gina had clearly put a lot of work into whatever she had just done.

"We're acting friendly," Blueblood realized. "I'm acting friendly with a gryphon. That's practically a miracle."

Blueblood looked over at Slipstream, who was watching with his usual calm detachment. "What about you?" he asked. "What do you do when you aren't working?"

Slipstream coughed uncomfortably. "Not important."

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Later that night, when he went to visit Celestia, he was surprised to see that she was willing to pay him a bit more attention than usual. "Did you have a nice walk in the garden?" she asked. "Cashmere mentioned that she saw you and your guards in the rose garden. Enjoy the fresh air?"

"I did," Blueblood said as he climbed into her bed. He was very happy to notice that it was getting easier to make the climb. "Who is Cashmere?" "Gina demonstrated her combat skills."

Celestia marked her page and shut her book. "Did she?" she asked. "And you watched? You actually took interest in another culture?"

Blueblood took his usual place between her legs, but didn't get started right away. "I suppose I did," he said thoughtfully. "I had no idea what to make of it, but I watched her. She was very proud of herself, and the other guards seemed to think that she was quite good."

A cloud of magic brushed the underside of his chin, and Blueblood felt his head gently guided upward. "I'm proud of you," Celestia said. She hugged him to her chest like a teddy bear - a comparison that was quite apt, given his size. "A month ago you wouldn't have given a gryphon the time of day, and here you are considering her feelings and culture like a responsible adult."

"I only had to because you forced me to be around her," Blueblood pouted.

"Of course," Celestia said with a laugh. "Did you think I chose your guards at random?"

He had been thinking exactly that, but he was smart enough not to say so. "No more questions," Celestia said when he opened his mouth. "You've grown in more ways than one, but you aren't nearly done yet." Her eyes drifted down to his panties. They were yellow today, and had orange stripes the color of a brilliant sunset. The matching socks bore Celestia's cutie mark. "I like this outfit, by the way. What made you choose it?"

"It was next in line," Blueblood said. Seeing Celestia's dubious look, he sighed and rubbed his hooves together shyly. "I wore blue yesterday and I wanted a change."

"How very odd," Celestia noted as she floated Blueblood back down between her legs. "You know that only a handful of ponies can see you wearing those, and yet you actually showed concern for how they look. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you enjoyed dressing that way." Her hoof gently pushed on the back of his head, and he obediently put his tongue to work. He still didn't like being used this way, but it didn't bother him nearly as much as it had when he'd first started.

Celestia pushed him down a little harder than she normally did. "It's been a rough day," she said absently. "I need to unwind." Taking her cue, Blueblood buried his muzzle in her pussy with considerable more force. "That's more like it," Celestia cooed.

The princess didn't outright ignore him while he worked, which was as unusual as it was unpleasant. Blueblood's tongue and jaw were already starting to ache, and he couldn't slack off in the slightest or she would push him to go harder. He could usually get away with slowing down a bit when she wasn't paying attention.

He could feel her legs squirming on either side of his head while he worked. "You're getting much better at this," Celestia said. She sounded pleased, but was still able to read while he pleasured her. "In fact, there are a lot of things you're getting better at. We're going to step up your training tonight."

Blueblood held back his distaste - another thing that Celestia's training was teaching him - and continued with his work. Since his view was extremely limited, he had no idea how long he spent with his face buried between her legs. As usual, he just went until he couldn't force his tongue to obey his will anymore, at which point Celestia finally let him up. "You're lasting longer every night," she said. "Well done. Now, about that training I mentioned."

Slowly, he pulled down his panties. Blueblood felt the plug in his anus shift as her magic grabbed it, and bit his lip in anticipation. As much as he resented this treatment, it was always nice to finally have it removed. He had yet to get to the point where he actually enjoyed it, and he was becoming certain that he never would. Celestia popped the plug free, and Blueblood panted with relief. They had been getting larger every day, but the changes were small and hard to notice.

Instead of replacing the plug with a different one, Celestia pulled a box from underneath her bed. "We'll be using these each night from now on," she said, and unlocked the box's lid. Blueblood took one look at the line of toys and almost fainted. There were six rods of solid gold inside, mounted on bases of silver. Celestia's cutie mark was, once again, embellished on the base of each. "I think you're ready for the smallest one now."

Blueblood struggled weakly as he was lifted into the air and placed on Celestia's midsection. His head came to rest just below her collar bone, and his legs couldn't even reach the mattress below her. "Stop fighting," Celestia ordered. "I warned you that we'd be moving to the next stage of your training, didn't I? This shouldn't hurt very much, so relax and try to enjoy yourself."

"Fat chance of that," Blueblood thought. Still, he at stopped struggling and allowed her to properly lubricate him. He knew that there was no escape short of backing out of their deal, and it would be extremely unpleasant to have to go through this dry.

When Celestia decided that he was ready, she placed the tip of the first golden rod against his anus and gently began pushing it inside. Blueblood whimpered as the rounded tip spread him open, but it wasn't much larger than the plug she had just removed.

As the dildo penetrated him further, however, he realized that a plug just wasn't the same thing. Instead of taking only a small bulb and then tightening around the base, he was held open by the golden shaft.

"How long is this stupid toy!?" Blueblood wondered as she pushed it in deeper. The familiar ache that accompanied a new plug was present again, but it extended further up his passage. Eight inches of solid gold later, just as he was about to beg for mercy, the penetration suddenly stopped.

"There," Celestia said soothingly. "All done. I've weaved a little enchantment into that, so it should stay in place. How do you feel?"

"Like I'm a size too small," Blueblood whimpered. "How long to I have to keep this in?"

Celestia pecked him on the cheek and smiled. "For as long as I say," she said. "Now, let's attend to your final duty for the night." She carefully placed Blueblood on the bed beside her and cast the familiar spell. Then, as if to mock his own undersized endowment, she placed him back on top of her belly. Her huge shaft slid between his thighs, and Celestia shivered a little as it brushed the cold base of the dildo. "I like holding you this way," she said with a content sigh. "You fit perfectly. In fact, there's only one other pony in all of Equestria that fits the same."

"Your slut of a student?" Blueblood guessed. Celestia's enraged glare made his blood run cold, and he covered his mouth with his hooves.

"How dare you?" she asked. "Twilight Sparkle is a fellow princess, and a wonderful friend. To even imply that I would ever...oh, you'll _pay_for that!"

"I'm sorry!" Blueblood shouted, but he had already been spun around and thrown onto his back. "That was such an idiotic thing to say!" He thought regretfully. "Why can't I ever think before I speak!?"

Celestia held him down with her magic and straddled him, then sat before he could apologize again. His muzzle was buried in her pussy, while her huge foalmakers hung against his face. "I love Twilight Sparkle like a daughter," she said as she ground his face into her depths. "To imply that anything improper ever happened between us is a serious insult that I take very personally. Had she heard what you just said, she would likely be reduced to tears. You should feel very ashamed of yourself."

Blueblood whimpered beneath her, fighting against her weight. He had felt her wonderfully soft backside before, and had even been in a similar situation, but this was quite different. Celestia hadn't been angry, and he had been given a chance to breathe.

"You will apologize when I let you up," she commanded. "When you next see Twilight Sparkle, which may never_happen if you don't shape up, you will tell her that you made an unkind comment about her and apologize to her as well. You will then bow, acknowledge her as a wonderful princess, and _never insult her again. Is that clear?"

Blueblood continued to struggle, but that only made her even angrier. "Is that clear!?" she demanded, sinking back with her full weight and pushing him into the mattress. He stopped struggling, and meekly tapped her thigh to signal that he agreed.

Mercifully, Celestia's weight on him lessened and Blueblood gasped for air. She levitated him off the bed, and resumed her usual position of reclining on her back. "You would do well to learn from this," she said, and carefully put him on the bed beside her. Blueblood apologized, already starting to cry. He wasn't just upset that he had earned a punishment.

This incident hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit, and it was nopony's fault but his own. He had always been plagued with an inability to keep things to himself. He had alienated numerous friends with a careless word, and now his big mouth was making an already unpleasant punishment even worse.

Celestia's anger smoldered for a while, but eventually her glare softened. "You need to think before you speak," she said. "This is yet another problem that you must work on. I want you to visit the royal archives tomorrow and read a short report that a very intelligent pony wrote about my student's contributions to magical studies. Will you do that for me?"

Blueblood nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "There, there," Celestia said, drying his tears with her hoof. "I'm sorry that I overreacted. That was wrong of me. It's just that I've been hearing similar rumors for years, and it's become something of a sensitive subject for me." She hugged him, and to his surprise he hugged back. "I apologize. Do you want to rest for a bit before we move on?"

Blueblood was allowed to curl up beside her, and Celestia went back to her book. He snuck a look at the title: "A Brief History of Time," Blueblood thought. "Celestia considers this light reading?"

Minutes turned into an hour, and Blueblood drifted off to sleep. He was awakened by Celestia gently shaking him. His anus ached at the movement, and he grunted in discomfort. "Looks like you need something to help with that," she said, and in short order applied a fresh coat of lubrication to the toy.

"I believe I'm ready for you to complete your duties," Celestia said, and Blueblood noticed that she hadn't gotten rid of her cock after punishing him. It had gone partly soft, but was slowly hardening again. "Would you care to continue?"

Blueblood meekly climbed between her legs and took her stallionhood in his hooves. He kissed the tip, wishing that he had just kept his stupid mouth shut. "Oh, goodness, you _are_getting better at that," Celestia groaned. He worked his way up and down her length, hooves still massaging the sides of it.

Blueblood pondered how to continue, then decided that he needed a change of position. He crawled on top of her, facing the other direction, and began his work again. "That's more like it," Celestia said. "The view from this angle is nice as well, not that I don't enjoy seeing those soulful eyes looking up at me."

Blueblood grunted as she bucked gently, sinking a few inches into his mouth. She otherwise let him move at his own pace, content to play with his backside with her hooves. The toy moved in and out of him a few times, going slowly so that it didn't hurt.

"I never realized that my aunt was such a pervert," Blueblood thought as he sunk his head a little lower. "It's rather odd that I'm only having that thought after a few days of being her sex sla-...err, consort." He felt her flat head hit the back of his throat and drew back to catch his breath. After steadying himself, Blueblood sunk further than he ever had before.

"Ooooh, yes!" Celestia gasped. Her hips twitched upward, but didn't move with enough force to hurt him. She had entered his throat, and Blueblood struggled to hold her there. When he could take no more he pulled back, coughing and sputtering as he tried to catch his breath. "That was very nice," Celestia said soothingly. "Do you think you can do that again?"

After confirming that he wasn't going to drown in her pre, Blueblood put his throat to work once again. This time he never pulled back all the way, just enough to breathe when he had to. He gulped and swallowed to keep his airway clear, pushing himself a bit too far down by accident. He pulled back again until only the very tip was between his lips.

"I can't believe that I'm feeling proud of myself," Blueblood thought. He went back to bobbing his head up and down, pushing down as deep as he could without hurting himself. He gagged once or twice, but was determined to keep going.

Celestia began moving the toy a bit more, pulling it out more and pushing it in just a bit faster. To his complete surprise, Blueblood actually found that he might have enjoyed it if...

He pulled back all the way and gasped for air. "M-May I make a request?" he asked. "A small one, please. If that's alright."

Celestia raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" she asked.

"Could you keep doing that, but slower?" Celestia pushed the dildo into him much more gently than she had before, and Blueblood shivered.

"I think we've found something that you enjoy," Celestia said teasingly. She grabbed him around the waist with her hooves to pin him to her stomach and began using her magic on the toy. When he tried to shift his hips, she held him tightly and wouldn't give an inch.

There was something strangely erotic in being held this way. Blueblood went back to work with renewed vigor, slurping at the sun goddess's cock while she played with his rump. No matter how he tried to squirm, she held him completely still. He was helpless as his anal passage was gently violated.

"Not long now," Celestia said. Blueblood felt her magic surrounding his little stallionhood and grunted in surprise. "A reward for trying so hard," she said. "Don't think that I've forgotten the comment you made. I meant every word of what I said: you'll apologize to my student, and tomorrow you'll read about some of her work. Don't forget."

Blueblood couldn't talk with his mouth full, but Celestia seemed satisfied. She fondled his little endowment, pushing him closer to his peak. He hadn't come in days, not that he hadn't tried, so it took no time at all. He wanted to warn her, but somehow he didn't think she would care. After a few minutes Blueblood pressed harder against her chest and let himself cum. A small gush of his semen wetted her pearly white coat.

"That wasn't very much at all," Celestia said. "If you...mmm...keep that up, I'll show you how it's really done. Don't be shy, my dear consort. Fit as much of me in as you can."

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Blueblood thought as he gulped around her shaft. He had yet to take her halfway, but his throat was beginning to hurt. He could only endure for a little longer.

A little longer was, fortunately, all it took. "Here it comes," Celestia warned. "I think you've earned this." She bucked into his mouth, and his eyes focused on the underside of her shaft. He could see it bulging as a load of hot cum shot into his throat. Beyond it, her massive balls throbbed in their soft white sack, clenching slightly as they emptied.

He gulped it down as best he could, but this orgasm was a doozy. He had to pull back, letting it fill his mouth and swallowing as quickly as he could. Luckily, the flow ended before he needed to breathe or it overflowed his mouth.

"You can really pack it away," Celestia observed as her stallionhood slid out of his mouth with a loud slurp. She grunted, and a glob of cum shot onto his nose. Without complaint, he put his lips to her head and gave a hard suck, then swallowed the final mouthful. "Well done," Celestia commented. "Look at me."

After she turned him around, Celestia giggled at the blob of cum on his face. His eyes crossed cutely as he looked at it. "You'll remember tonight, won't you?" she asked. She wiped it off with her hoof and allowed him to lick it clean. "I expect you to mind your tongue from now on."

"I will," Blueblood said, wincing at how sore his throat was. His voice sounded weak and strained.

"Very good," Celestia said. "Clean yourself up, but don't remove the toy. That stays in until you leave. After that, we'll slide the new plug in."

Blueblood went through his shower routine and, once he was finished, walked back into the room so that Celestia could pick out his new plug. He noticed that somepony had snuck into the bed while he was showering.

"This is Cashmere," Celestia said. A bright red pegasus, fantastically beautiful and taller than most stallions, was resting her head on the princess's chest. Her mane hung in a perfectly straight curtain that spread over the goddess's upper body and the bed below them. A more romantic pony might have compared it to a carpet of fallen rose petals. "She's been keeping an eye on you, and will continue to do so for the rest of your punishment." She bent her neck and kissed the mare's cheek. "Anything you'd like to say, dear?"

Cashmere grinned seductively. Her voice was smooth and silky, every bit as beautiful as the rest of her. "Two things, actually. I can already see that you've made progress, which is admirable. At first I thought that Celly was wasting her time, but you've proven me wrong. Don't give up, because we believe that you can do this."

"Celly?" Blueblood thought. "I can't even call her my aunt, but this mare has given her a nickname?"

"And another thing, Cashmere said. "It's clear that you're starting to care for the guards she assigned you. Keep learning about them, because they were given this position for a reason. They can become good friends, if you let them."

Celestia nibbled Cashmere's ear affectionately. "Cashmere's very good at reading ponies. She's rarely wrong, especially when it comes to seeing the good in others. Go on, dear nephew. You've got more growing to do."

Blueblood bowed low, which was not a position he was used to taking. "I'm flattered," Celestia said gently. It was the first time he had ever shown respect without being asked or forced to do so. "Before I forget, I picked out a new plug for you."

The former prince immediately straightened up. "D-Do...do we have to do this here?" he asked. "I'm sorry, it's just...she's watching."

Celestia and Cashmere giggled like schoolgirls. "Really? You've been walking around in front of your friends with a toy in your plot for days, but this is what bothers you?"

"It's usually hidden," Blueblood squeaked, his white cheeks turning bright red.

"I won't look," Cashmere said, and burried herself beneath the covers. She wiggled around until she was completely hidden, and Blueblood obediently bent down again. He felt the lubricated butt plug spread him wide, and grunted at the increase in width. When it slid all the way in, the ache he had gotten so accustomed to returned.

"Well done," Celestia said, and levitated his panties over to him. She helped him put them on, and then slid the socks up his legs. "I'll see you tomorrow, dear nephew. You'll be serving me more often from now on. Meet me in the throne room at noon. Don't be late."

It took a moment for her words to sink in. "Did you just call me your nephew?" he asked.

"I did," the sun goddess said. "Come here." She let Blueblood stand up on his hind legs next to the bed, and held one of his hooves with her own. "I am beginning to think that I may have been a little harsh in disowning you. This entire incident is still just between us, so consider yourself on probation instead."

Blueblood nodded, bowed once again, and trotted toward the door. He heard Celestia yelp and giggle as a figure beneath the covers crawled between her legs. "You little minx!" she laughed. "Wait, no! You know I'm ticklish there!"

On his way back to his room, Blueblood noticed that Gina was standing alone at the door. "We take it in shifts," the guard said pleasantly when she noticed the former prince looking confused. "One of us sleeps while the other two work or have leisure time. Haven't you noticed?"

"I hadn't," Blueblood admitted. "Goodnight, Gina." He strolled into his room, moving easily even with the toy in place. That was just one more thing that he was getting good at, and he wasn't sure if he should be proud of it.

Slipstream was standing in his usual spot. The pegasus could stay there for hours, not moving an inch, while Blueblood read a book or watched a television show. "I have to go to the royal archives tomorrow," Blueblood said. "Would you like to go with me?"

The guard shrugged. "Sure."

"Talkative as always," Blueblood joked. "Goodnight, Slipstream.

"Goodnight, Blueblood." The former prince turned out the light, climbed into bed, and fell asleep in record time.

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This chapter's awesome picture is from Mirapony. What does everyone think of the story so far? Hopefully Celestia isn't coming off as a huge jerk. Go ahead and tell me, don't be shy! The next chapter will have Luna in it, which means that the sex will be...yeah, you get the idea.