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Thunderlane's image was drawn by the talented ChocolateScotch...who was kind enough to have a Furaffinity account that I could easily locate. Seriously, like three minutes of work. Good on you, CS.

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"You knew!?" Blueblood asked, noticing that his voice was of a higher pitch. He crossed his hind legs, hoping to hide his now average-sized member. "Why didn't you say something? That spell was supposed to be permanent!"

The sun goddess sat beside him and began preening her wings, attempting to salvage her appearance after her long night of debauchery. "It would take a much better mage than you to make a transfer like that last," she said. "Your work was shoddy at best. I had to hold the spell together myself, lest you shrink while still inside me and end our fun. As for why I let it drag on for so long..."

Celestia bent over and kissed the tip of his horn affectionately. "You were a good lay. I may be a goddess, but I'm still a mare. I have needs." She smiled dreamily and went back to her wings. "Luna informed me that your victim and his marefriend were asleep, so there was no harm in keeping his size for a little while. I haven't had a rutting like that in centuries. You nearly managed to wear me out, which is more than I can say for most of my partners. The only one to do better was Discord himself."

Suddenly Celestia's smile withered on her face. "But enough about that," she said. "As entertaining as you were, what you did was inexcusable. Had it been permanent, you would be immediately thrown into the dungeon. The poor stallion that you victimized was probably panicked out of his mind when you sent him home. Had I known about it in time, I would have stopped you, but as it stands...well, there's nothing left to do but make you pay."

Blueblood squirmed backwards, sorely tempted to burry himself in his blankets and hide. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked.

"I believe I know the perfect punishment for you," Celestia said. "You stole the strength of a stallion that spent his whole life working for it." Celestia tapped her nephew's horn. "I think that you should know what it feels like to have your very essence stolen from you. You see, dear nephew, you lack the ability to make a vitality transfer permanent." Her horn lit up, and Blueblood's body began to tingle once more. "I, however, do not."

"No!" Blueblood shouted as his body began to shrink. The muscles that he took such pride in shrunk down to almost nothing, and his horn shortened to a cute two inches. Worst of all, his already unremarkably stallionhood shrunk right along with the rest of him. He watched, horrified, as inch after inch dwindled away until his lower horn was only as long as the one on his head.

"There," Celestia said happily. Blueblood wasn't sure where his mass had gone, since she didn't appear to have grown at all. "That's a much more fitting look for you: Blueblood the weakling. Hopefully this will teach you to be more humble. If not, well, you're hardly in a position to do anypony any harm."

"Wait!" Blueblood shouted as she began a teleportation spell. "I'm sorry! Give me a chance, I'll do anything!"

Celestia paused, and her spell died before it was cast. "You'll do anything for what?" she asked.

Blueblood looked down at his weak, helpless body. "I-I want to be like I was," he said, voice wavering as tears filled his eyes. He sounded downright girlish. "I won't ever try anything like this again. I promise! Please, Aunt Celly, don't do this to me. I'll do anything you want!"

"I am not your aunt!" Celestia snapped. "Not anymore. You are no longer even royalty, and you've lost the right to identify yourself as such." She stared down at him, watching as he began to cry pathetically. Slowly, her glare softened into a regretful frown. "You need to learn from your mistakes," she said gently. "I know that I usually let you get away with some things, but not this time. You've gone too far."

"L-Let me work for it!" Blueblood begged. "Please!"

After a few minutes of pitiful crying, Celestia reluctantly gave in. "Very well," she said with a sigh. "I suppose it is fitting that you should work to attain what you stole from somepony else. Perhaps it will teach you to be content with your body, rather than stealing what makes others attractive."

"I won't let you down," Blueblood promised. "Restore me, and I'll do anything you want. Anything at all."

Celestia winced. "Things aren't going to be that easy. The vitality that I drained from you is gone. I distributed it among the previous victims of your spell."

Blueblood's mouth fell open in shock. He had used that spell at least five times on stallions, and once on a mare just to see what would happen. No wonder she had drained him so completely! "There is still an option," his aunt said, "but you will not like it. An alicorn's magic is so powerful that every cell in our bodies is charged with it. I throw away more magical power every time I molt than most unicorns could use in a year. With repeated exposure, I could channel that power into another vitality transfer."

"Can't you just do it all at once?" Blueblood asked.

The sun goddess rolled her eyes. "That would mean sacrificing some of my magic for you. I won't go that far for a pony that only cares for himself. If you agree to this, it is on my terms, and I will not make it easy for you. I meant it when I said that you would work for this. You're going to rebuild yourself from the ground up, slaving over every pound of muscle and every inch of...err, horn."

"Very well," Blueblood sniffed. "How do we go about doing this? Is there a challenge that I must complete, or a menial task that I must carry out?"

"Not really," Celestia said. "When I said you'd be working for excess magic, I was talking about a very different kind of work." She spread her legs slightly. "I realize that this isn't the kind of redemption that you would choose for yourself, but it is the only one that I will offer you." She winked at him mischievously. "After all, why shouldn't I have fun in the process?"

Blueblood stared at his princess, eyes wide with shock. "You want me to be a sex slave!?" he exclaimed.

Celestia shrugged. "The proper term is 'consort'. You'll serve me until you've regained your former stature, at which point I will restore your title. Until then, you'll do _exactly_as I say. Do you agree?"

After thinking about it for a few minutes, Blueblood reluctantly nodded. If this was what it took to convince her that he could change, then he would just have to swallow his pride. "Excellent!" Celestia giggled. "I was hoping that you would. You see, I have a particular spell that I've been practicing." Her horn flashed, and he shielded his eyes from the blinding light. When he could finally see again, he looked at her crotch and gasped.

"Do you like it?" Celestia asked as her new stallionhood bobbed in front of his face. It was even larger than his had been at its peak, at least twenty inches long and frighteningly thick. The tip was a sunny orange, and the shaft abruptly faded to white around the medial ring. A pair of heavy balls hung below it in a similarly colored fuzzy sack, with Celestia's marehood peeking out from below them. "I spent years working on this in my free time," she explained. "I decided that, since no male could keep up with me, I might as well get creative and experiment. It's working out very well so far."

There was another flash, and the colossal rod vanished. "Unfortunately, I don't think you're ready for that," Celestia said regretfully. "Don't worry, though. You will be by the time I'm done with you."

"Don't you think that this is a bit much?" Blueblood asked. "There has to be a better way!"

"Perhaps," Celestia admitted. "I am simply not going to look for one. You've lived your life on your own terms for far too long, and you hurt innocent ponies doing it. You are going to have to do things my way if you ever hope to be restored to your former glory."

Blueblood sighed and offered his hoof. Celestia shook it with her own. "Very well," he said. "Wh-What about the palace staff? What if they see me like this?"

"I am quite skilled at casting illusions," Celestia said. "The point of this is to teach you a lesson and please myself in the process, not to embarrass you in front of the entire country. A few very special ponies will know about your condition, but I will make sure that they treat it with the utmost discretion. Your secret will be safe. Any more questions?"

Blueblood sniffed and wiped his nose, then tried to dry his eyes. Celestia graciously helped him, offering a moment of comfort that he knew he probably didn't deserve. "None," he said. "When do we begin?"

Celestia crawled up the bed and sat with her back against the headboard. "I'm so glad you asked," she said, and spread her legs. Blueblood's cum was still leaking from her. "I need to be cleaned. That is now your responsibility."

Blueblood reluctantly crawled between her legs, but stopped just short of actually doing his duty. "A-Are you sure this will help me grow big again?" he asked. When Celestia nodded, the (former) prince gulped and lowered his head to her marehood. He gave it a hesitant lick before Celestia's hooves found the back of his head and forced him down.

For a while, neither of them moved much. Blueblood carefully lapped at her, reluctantly swallowing several cups of his own seed in the process. It was obviously laced with magic, as he could feel his body slowly starting to change. "This is just to jumpstart the process," Celestia explained. "I'm sorry to say that you won't grow nearly this quickly from now on." Blueblood grunted as he felt his hips expanding.

Celestia gently prodded his flanks. "The rest of you will catch up, but I'm making you look a bit more like a mare for now. Don't complain, dear. I've noticed you lusting after more than a few effeminate stallions, and that beautiful mane of yours is going fit your new figure perfectly. Besides, I think you look lovely this way. "

Blueblood continued, and even tried his best to please her, but it didn't seem to be making a difference. Celestia hardly reacted to his efforts at all. "I'll need to find something for you to wear," she said casually. "We'll also need to discuss your behavior. I certainly won't have any servant of mine acting like a lout. From this moment onward, you are to be the epitome of good manners and admirable conduct. Is that clear? That includes apologizing to your victims and sending them some sort of compensation." Blueblood pulled back to nod, but she forced him back down before he got the chance. "No, dear. You don't pull away unless I tell you to."

Slowly, Celestia released the pressure on the back of his head. Blueblood remained where he was, using his tongue to carefully clean out his new mistress. "Now you're learning," she said. "We'll start your training this evening."

Rather than pulling away again, Blueblood simply looked up at her questioningly. "I meant it when I said that you would be able to take me by the end of your punishment. You'll need to practice." Her horn glowed, and a large wooden box appeared on the bed next to her. "These should help," she said as she opened the lid.

When he saw what was inside, Blueblood nearly fainted. Two rows of anal plugs, each bigger than the last, occupied the box. They looked like they were made from the finest pearl, though he had never seen a pearl the size of a tennis ball. Each one proudly bore Celestia's cutie mark on the base, and a similar insignia was spread across the round bulb of the plug's "business end".

"I realize that the larger ones look intimidating," the princess said. "We'll have to work you up to them. Oh, before I forget, you'll be assigned new guards. I have a few in mind. I'll instruct them to keep a close eye on you, but you'll mostly have the same freedom that you had before. You also need to curtail your social life, and I don't want to hear any whining about it. You should find nicer ponies to spend time with instead of cavorting around the city with a gang of glorified thugs."

Without warning, Celestia's walls clenched a final time and squeezed the last spurt of cum into his mouth. Blueblood coughed and nearly choked on it. "You did well," the goddess said pleasantly. "I need to clean myself off and attend to my duties. Meet me in my chambers at six o'clock, and bring the box. Until then, do as you like, but don't leave the castle."

They both rolled off the bed, one refreshed and the other exhausted. Blueblood stumbled over to the mirror on wobbly legs, and then moaned in misery when he saw himself.

The change in size was less than surprising, but the change in shape certainly left him floored. Celestia hadn't been kidding when she'd said that she was making him more effeminate. In fact, the only thing that identified him as a male at first glance was the shape of his jaw. His hips had become firm and curvy, while his flanks were pleasantly sleek. He was still a scrawny little thing, but gaining any mass at all was an improvement. At least he no longer looked like a walking skeleton.

There was a flash of sunlight behind him, and Celestia vanished. When he blinked the spots from his vision, a restored version of himself was standing in the mirror. At first Blueblood honestly thought that Celestia had decided not to punish him after all, but when he looked away from the mirror he was still the same skinny little pony. The illusion had been cast, and it was very convincing.

There was a note on his bed, which had mysteriously been cleaned when he wasn't paying attention. "Blueblood," he read aloud, "Your new guards will be in the dining hall at noon. You should stop by and introduce yourself. They will see through the illusion and will be briefed on your new position, so there is no need to pretend. All three are very friendly, so get cleaned up and make a good first impression. I am not ordering you to make friends, but I would dearly love to see you try. Please do make an effort, my dear (former) nephew. You are alone far too often, and the ponies that you do spend time with are very unpleasant. This is a fresh start for you, so make it count and be sure to have an open mind.

P.S. One of the guards is a gryphon. If I hear one word about you using a racist slur, this arrangement will be over. I also shouldn't have to tell you that, should you be anything but completely tolerant of her relationship with Crossfire, I will not help you regain your former title and physique."

"Pushy old mule," Blueblood grumbled. He looked over the note again. "How did she have time to write all of this?" he wondered aloud. He flipped the page over and read the back: "I wrote it with magic, obviously. Very funny, Celestia."

After a long, cleansing shower Blueblood trudged back to bed. "Wow," he said, caught halfway between laughter and awe as he noticed the damage his night with Celestia had caused. They had been so busy dealing with each other that they hadn't paid any attention to their surroundings, and it showed.

Deep scratches were dug in the floor where the bed had been sliding around, and the legs of the bed itself had all broken right off. One of the poles holding up the canopy had been snapped, and another had something that looked suspiciously like a bite missing from it. "I don't even remember the bed breaking," Blueblood thought as he climbed onto the mattress. He was so weak that it was a struggle just to crawl up to the pillow. He then noticed that several holes had been knocked into the wall.

"So, this is what the aftermath of banging a goddess is like," the prince thought after looking around his partly demolished bedroom. "It's...well, it would be nice if not for the punishment." The memory of Celestia screaming on top of him was almost enough to make him smile.

Still, he was just too miserable to be truly happy about anything. Blueblood curled up under the covers and hugged a pillow to his chest, then drifted off for a few hours of sleep.

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Miles away from the castle, a different unicorn was waking up while Blueblood slept. Allie Way groaned as the sunlight came in through the window and struck her right in the face. Millions of miles away, and the sun always managed to score a headshot. She rolled over, legs twisting against something under the blanket, and tried to go back to sleep.

Something moved between her legs, and Allie moaned. She was halfway convinced that she was just having a pleasant dream. "Thunderlane," she sighed happily as the sensation came again. Something was delicately lapping at her folds, and it felt sinfully good.

"Whuh? Huh?" Allie asked, looking around and seeing that she was alone in the bed. She shook the sleep from her mind, but the feeling continued. She lifted up the covers, halfway panicking because her coltfriend was missing, and peered between her legs.

Thunderlane's smiled up at her from under the covers. "Guess who's back?" he asked, and crawled up to look at her face to face. "I'm me again!"

"I told you the spell would wear off," Allie giggled. "Are you alright, baby? You were awfully upset last night."

"I was scared," Thunderlane said. "I thought I'd be tiny and helpless forever. I can't tell you how awful that was. I knew I'd never be able to join the Wonderbolts like that, and I was so small that I..." His happy grin faded a little. "I was scared that I wouldn't be able to make you happy."

Allie pecked him on the cheek and grabbed him in a tight hug. "You don't have to worry about that," she said. "I wouldn't leave you, no matter how small you got."

Thunderlane kissed her, then moved down to her neck. "Mmhmm," he mumbled. Allie groaned as he moved even lower, kissing down her belly and lingering just above her groin. "I know you wouldn't," he said. "You're good like that."

His lips closed over her sex, and she bucked forward instinctively. Thunderlane held her down, his bulky frame keeping her right where he wanted her.

Before meeting Thunderlane, Allie would never have thought of oral sex as being very romantic. It was hot, certainly, and she enjoyed it, but she always felt a little guilty when she was the one receiving. Besides, it seemed just a little dirty.

After several years of being with Thunderlane, she had firmly changed her mind. He always moved so slowly, paying every last inch of her the attention it deserved. It felt so right that she rarely felt the need to escalate things. She could spend a long time lying perfectly still, drifting in and out of sleep as he gently explored her body. It was the most relaxing experience she'd ever had, and the amount of time he spent on her made her heart flutter every time she thought about it. If that wasn't romance, she didn't know what was.

Eventually, Thunderlane's tongue left her and he crawled up to kiss her neck. He was remarkably heavy, but he took most of the weight with his legs so she would be comfortable. He seemed bigger to her, as though he had actually exceeded his normal size in the night. "I love you, too." Allie let him cuddle with her for a while before she felt something warm prod against her stomach.

"I guess the 'little thunderhead' is back too," she giggled. "Feeling frisky?"

"You bet." Thunderlane repositioned himself by rolling onto his side and carrying her with him. "I've been super horny this morning. I'm not sure why." As he wrapped his hooves around her, she felt the immense strength in his legs. "I'm not imagining it," she realized. "He really is a little bigger than he used to be!"

Allie felt his cock brush against her lower lips and whimpered something about possibly blaming the spell's side effects. Thunderlane pushed into her, gently at first but with ever increasing force. "Oh, Celestia!" Allie groaned. Her passage was being stretched, and the insertion was actually starting to get a little painful. "Wait! Wait, honey. Pull out for a second."

Thunderlane did as she asked, and she knelt down to inspect him. "Uh, baby?" she asked. "Do you remember when we made a game out of measuring you?" Her pegasus blushed and looked away. "Cute," Allie thought. "Still, better stay on track."

She reached into the bedside table with her magic and pulled out the measuring tape. "Something's definitely different down here," she said. "And everywhere else, for that matter. You were always a hunk, but I'm sure that something's changed."

Thunderlane leaned down to look, and had to read the numbers on the measuring tape several times before he could believe them. "Holy Celestia," Allie breathed. "I-I think that's two extra inches! What the hell happened?"

Neither of them had any idea. After talking about it for a few minutes, Thunderlane finally got around to facing the difficult question. "Is this a problem?" he asked quietly.

Allie nearly squealed like a schoolfilly when she heard how anxious he was. He was _adorable_whenever he was like that. "I don't think so," she said reassuringly, and put away the measuring tape. "We'll just need a little help." Out came a bottle of Hay-Y jelly, and she turned the covers back just enough to work. Thunderlane's front hooves fidgeted nervously as she poured a generous amount of the clear gel onto his member and worked it into a nice, even coating.

Once she was finished, Allie pulled the covers back up. Thunderlane had always been very shy, and had even insisted that the lights stay off the first time they had sex. She had always been amused at the irony of a pony with Thunderlane's build having issues with his body. That was actually how the measuring game had started: Allie was trying to help him feel more comfortable with himself. They'd made progress, but he still got embarrassed very easily, and it helped to have the blankets covering them.

This time, Thunderlane was able to penetrate her without much difficulty. It still felt like she was going to walk funny afterward, but Allie decided that was a small price to pay. She made him wait for a while after he was hilted inside her, and tried to get used to his size before moving again.

Thunderlane had always been a skilled lover despite his insecurities, and now he seemed even more tireless than usual. He started slowly, rocking her back and forth on top of him until she was able to move a bit more without discomfort.

For a long time, neither spoke. Thunderlane grunted with exertion, bucking his hips and gritting his teeth as the primal desire to breed took over. As usual, he made sure that she was enjoying herself. He let her set the pace that she was comfortable with, which she greatly appreciated. If he stayed this size, it was going to take some getting used to.

And, goddesses, could she ever get used to it. She gave up on holding in her screams at around the third orgasm. It was then that Thunderlane finally came, burying himself to the hilt and groaning with primal need as he exploded inside of her. It was such a rush, and she held on to him so tightly that she was almost afraid of hurting him.

When it was over, they lay side by side and tried to regain their strength. "S-So," Allie stammered, edging a bit closer to him. She felt like she had run several marathons that were somehow composed of other, smaller marathons. "Not that I'm complaining, but I hope you don't plan on growing any bigger any time soon. I think this is just about my limit."

"No way," Thunderlane sighed. He rolled onto his back and allowed her to lie on top of him, resting her head on his broad chest. "I think you fit perfectly right now."

"I was actually a little snug."

He kissed her on the forehead. "I meant like this." Allie closed her eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the smells of sex and sweat. Deeper than those, more airy and gentle, was the smell of Thunderlane. It never failed to relax her.

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So, what do you think of the punishment? Fitting, or not? Let me know. I hope people enjoy the direction this is going, because I sure do. Please let me know what you think. Don't be shy! We get enough of that from Thunderlane. Adorably shy sex is apparently also my fetish.

We'll be hearing more about Blueblood's old victims in the future. I'm super excited, because the next one is Macintosh. I'd so totally go gay for Macintosh.