And here's the fourth chapter, as promised.
Please note that this does have a little bit of non-consensual bath time on Toby's behalf(But no foreplay yet!). Also note that I will now point out the obvious and say that one, he is still paralyzed, and two, he still needs to use the toilet.
Nuff said?
Begin!
The Second Day
The room was quiet…
Blinking slowly as I just about managed to turn my head; I looked out of the balcony window and sighed silently at the freedom it teased so cruelly.
The night before…when Celestia changed into that alluring attire had been hellish on my behalf. Oh I'm sure that she loved every second of caring for me, no doubt completely self-assured that her lingerie was the reason I remained silent.
And I'm ashamed to say that a part of me agreed with this assumption. But thankfully, the other part vehemently believed I did so to spite her, to give her no satisfaction.
I chose to stick with this side firmly.
At the end of the day, when the sun gave way to Luna's moon, Celestia crawled into the humungous bed I laid in…a smile so loving yet so…wrong in my eyes, firmly planted on her muzzle.
I couldn't move at all then, and my being silent did nothing to dissuade her from trying out for the big spoon. All I could see was white as she gently placed my head against her barrel.
At least she smelt nice…like chocolate.
Having woken up what felt like twenty or so minutes ago, I quickly found out that I was once again able to move my head, though with greater effort required to do so. Speaking however is still something I cannot do, nought but croaks and groans escape my mouth with each and every failed attempt.
Celestia, to my great surprise was also nowhere to be seen. Her shape was still viewable in the memory foam-like mattress, but she was certainly not in the room anymore.
And so it is that we come to the now, with nothing to do, barely able to move, but thankfully no crazy ex-marefriend to be found.
But if there's a chance for something to go wrong then…
A sudden creaking catches my sluggish attention as the door opens, a lingerie wearing Celestia happily skipping inside with a tray in her golden aura.
She's still wearing that? Wow, I wonder what bullshit story she came up with for that.
"Good morning honey!" she chirped cheerfully. "I hope you've worked up an appetite, because I've brought you a bountiful breakfast!"
Poetic
You could practically taste the sarcasm in the air.
Celestia merely giggled at my dry tone of…thoughts and placed the tray atop a rather large ebony set of draws. The smile on her face still felt so wrong, warm and kind, loving and comforting…as if to say that everything was going to be alright.
It's no wonder she has her little ponies wrapped around her hoof, I thought miserably. I honestly can't think of a single way to prove that she's the one who did this to me.
It all seemed so impossible. How could I ever prove that she did it? How could I show the truth to them when they would either ignore it, or tell Celestia herself that I said so.
A subconscious shiver, barely noticeable wracked my form as the answer came, swift and brutal as the questions I wondered.
I can't…and if Celestia knew that I had accused her of such, who knows what she would do to pacify it.
Given that my thoughts were directed only to myself, Celestia appeared to be none the wiser to my internal struggle, what with that everlasting smile still firmly planted on her muzzle.
But those eyes…calculating and cold if but for a moment. Yet a moment that I caught just before they regained their warmth.
She didn't hear me…she couldn't have…
I had to believe that. The mere suggestion of my thoughts being permanently readable was horrifying. To have my privacy violated so easily…no, my thoughts WERE private, and that was that.
The alternative was unthinkable.
"Oh honey," Celestia crooned softly, a slice of hash brown on a fork floating within her golden grasp. "It's time for breakfast, so open wide and let Celly feed you."
Creepy as f...
It took a few moments, but eventually…
She knows I open my mouth now, how?! I panicked internally.
"Come on Toby," she giggled, prodding the food against my tightly closed mouth. "Open up, I can make this really fun for both of us if you do."
I'm not eating a single thing you give me, poisoner! I snapped, relishing in the hurt expression across her face despite my break from silence. You told that you'd do so again and again if you had too. So if you expect me to open my mouth than you're sorely mistak-
A golden aura suddenly coated my mouth, breaking off my chain of thought as it began to ever so gently pry it open. I didn't hurt in the slightest, even as I tried and failed to fight it back. The best I can come to describing it is that it was like trying to stop water from running between your fingers.
Slow, painless yet inevitable.
"I'm sorry baby, but you must eat," she cooed, her eyes bright and doe like. "The last time you avoided sustenance, you wasted away. I won't let that happen again, so please…open your mouth. For me."
She let her magic fade away, releasing me from her gentle prying if but for that moment.
I have no choice, she'll just open it anyway…at least I get some form of dignity by doing it myself.
Begrudgingly, I opened my mouth and sighed silently, wincing at the sheer level of creepy her smile displayed as I did so.
"There we go sweetie," she said lovingly, her eyes lidding with affection as she placed the hash brown in my mouth. "See, isn't this lovely? A mare feeding her lover when he cannot do so himself. A mare taking care of him, not leaving him but for the most important of tasks…and even then, she does so with the highest amount of reluctance…because she loves him so much."
I'm ashamed to admit that the sheer sincerity in her words and expression…and eyes was enough to make my cheeks flush, though with embarrassment or something more I did not know.
"Oooh, your cheeks are so red honey," she giggled cutely. "Did I make them go red?"
Time to try aggression, I decided, embarrassment flooding through me at her light ribbing. Let's see if she still wants to do this shit when I treat her like shit.
Human ingenuity at its finest I'm sure.
Nodding internally, I looked right in her doe like eyes and said, in the best angry and demanding tone I could think of-
Shut the fuck up and feed me some more hash brown!
I didn't know what to expect if I'm being completely honest. Beyond my breaking up with her and the time before our friendship, I'd never really spoken to her like this before.
To be honest, I was kinda hoping for her to get angry herself and bugger off. Any slaps I received for my language and attitude would be worth it in the end.
"Gladly sweetie!" Celestia complied; her smile never fading as she did what I'd harshly commanded and filled my mouth with the hash brown. "I knew you'd love it, I made it all myself after all!"
What? No, no, no! Get angry damnit!
It took a considerable effort to keep that thought private…hopefully private.
Well…if first one fails, try and try again.
And I did…badly.
I tried again and again to rile her up. But as with the first attempt, every one of them was greeted with nought but happy approval and loving praise.
I was honestly surprised she didn't try to play 'here comes the train'. Eventually it came to the point where there was only a single sausage left, quorn I believe. And as she apparently realized this, Celestia's eyes suddenly began to twinkle with joy.
Using her magic, she placed half of the sausage in her muzzle before leaning down and slipping the other into my mouth, eyes shining happily all the while.
Better play along for now, she'll just make me otherwise.
Reluctantly, I chewed my half off and swallowed it quickly. To my surprise, Celestia followed suit shortly after and swallowed hers, ridding me of my doubt that ponies couldn't eat quorn.
What, I get curious sometimes.
"And there we are sweetie, all done!" she fussed happily, an unwilling kiss being pried as she pressed her lips to mine. I couldn't repress a groan as her tongue flicked around the inside of my mouth delicately. "Mhmm, still so delicious Toby. As you always are."
With a quick flash of magic, the tray and all its contents were whisked away elsewhere, leaving only myself and my psychotic ex marefriend in the room.
"Now then my little human," Celestia cooed gently, her magic once more taking form as it began to lift me out of the bed and into mid-air. "I believe it's time for your bath."
My bath?
The question was pretty much thought aloud, but was rather redundant as I used my recently reusable nose and gave an experimental sniff.
I didn't smell too bad, but neither did I smell too fresh.
And so it was that I found myself happily floated into Celestia's ridiculously large bathroom. I say ridiculously because all that was in it was a single toilet, bath and sink. The rest was just open area for the flower patterned tiles.
"Here we are then," Celestia said cheerfully, smiling as per fucking usual as she stopped in front of the already filled bath. "Now the water's probably cold at the moment, so…"
With yet another display of her power, the water suddenly began to bubble and steam, before calming down into what I suspected was a relatively nice hot bath.
Suddenly, I felt something tugging at my boxers and tried to instinctively grab them with my hands…only to remember that I still couldn't move anything below my neck.
As if sensing my reluctance however, Celestia smiled reassuringly and nuzzled my left thigh soothingly.
"Come now honey, I've already seen you quite naked before," she encouraged, her tone soft and honeyed as she effortlessly pulled them down and threw them into…a washing basket?
I quickly snapped my eyes back onto the mare and blinked at her loving smile. Not that it wasn't as creepy as ever mind you, it was just that she was doing so while looking directly at my stuff.
Thankfully she did nothing more than look for a few more moments, before flicking her eyes up at mine and giggling lightly.
"Okay then Toby, in we go," she said fondly, placing me over the water for a second or two before gently lowering me into it. As I said previously, I COULD still feel despite not being able to move nought below my neck. But it's still a rather pleasant surprise to know just how wonderful the water felt as it encased everything but my neck and head.
"Is the water nice honey?" Celestia asked, concern quickly adorning her expression. "I can cool it down if it's too hot for you."
I was originally going to revert back into my 'don't talk to the crazy bitch' routine. But…I don't know, something kept me talking.
I suspected magic but…
It's fine Celestia, I assured, frowning internally at how receptive I still was to her. The water's just fine.
Evidently I'd said the right thing by the way her face seemed to come alive with delight, if not that then the speed of which a flannel flew into her hooves conveyed as much too.
"Wonderful," she laughed quietly, placing the flannel beneath the water for a moment before lifting it out and squirting some sort of body lotion into it. "Now just relax my love, and let me take care of you."
Not like I have any choice in the matter I grumbled mutely, unaware of the frown on her face as I closed my eyes.
To start with she slowly and gently began to rub the flannel against my neck and shoulders, using her hooves rather than magic to do so.
Maybe she thinks it more personal to do so physically?
The alabaster mare continued her tender motions for a few more minutes, moving the flannel down to my chest next as she began the wash anew. She spent a little more time here than on my neck, washing under my armpits and then along said arms, between each finger and thumb…with such affection that I found myself silent involuntarily.
The feet were next, between each toe much like my hands with a gradual pace. She moved to my legs afterwards, cleaning each one quickly yet efficiently. And finally came…well, you know.
But as if to put all my worries to rest, the mare did nought but wash it. Though I did find that she spent a little bit longer on the entire package then both my legs combined. Then again I wasn't really paying too much attention to the time, I was too busy praying that arousal was impossible as I was.
It wasn't…
She paid it no mind however, only a slight giggle escaping her muzzle as she finished and quickly cleaned my stomach.
And then…came the worst part.
For as she floated me out of the bath and towelled me off, I heard but couldn't feel the unmistakable signs of my needing the toilet.
"I was wondering how long it would take for this to happen," Celestia commented, smiling up at me kindly. "The poison unfortunately affects the use of the bladder and bowels upon consumption, holding in all that needs to be released for a time."
And as though someone had just walked over my grave…
But how am I supposed to… so embarrassed was I that I couldn't even finish the thought.
"Don't worry sweetheart," she said gently, floating my immobile body and manipulating it so I could sit on the toilet seat. "This is what I'm here for Toby, I'll help you."
I didn't even need to form a thought before a refusal left my mind.
Uh, no I think I'll be just fine doing this on my own thanks, I declined, staring and hoping that the finality in my eyes would say enough.
Unfortunately…
"I can't honey, you'll fall without me here to help you," she explained softly. "Please Toby, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, you're paralyzed, you need help with moments like this."
Before I could think of yet another refusal, she lit up her horn and gently pressed the side of it to my stomach.
And I felt it immediately, all with the knowledge that I was powerless to stop it.
Oh no…
It was by far the most embarrassing and humiliating thing I had ever experienced, but Celestia merely smiled and encouraged me with soft, affectionate words, never once showing disgust at…at anything.
Yet again I was reminded just how mature she was with personal situations.
Once all was finished and I'd stopped subconsciously trembling, I opened my eyes and looked at the alicorn's ever loving expression. She regarded me with those soft, doe like eyes even as she lifted me up ever so slightly and began to…uh…wipe me.
"There we go honey," she said, voice still as devoted and warm as ever as finished up and flushed the toilet. "See, there's nothing to be…ohh no, baby no, no tears."
She spoke…but I couldn't comply. The sheer and absolute depth of how I felt in that moment was incredible, and not in a good way. The humiliation combined with how helpless I felt was simply too much for me in that moment…too much.
"Toby it's okay, it's perfectly natural," she soothed lovingly, nuzzling my neck as a hoof began to rub my back. "Shhh, now sweetie, it's okay. I'm here, it's going to be okay."
Helpless…can't do anything myself…need to get out of here…scared…
Inconsolable as I was, my thoughts simply refused to become coherent, disjointed sentences and emotions all clashing together instead.
And unfortunately…she heard it all.
"Tobias, it's okay," she crooned softly. "This is why I'm here, there's no need to be scared baby. I'll take care of you, of everything, hush now…I'm here for you."
Her words…so soothing, so comforting and ever so easy to cling too. Her being my poisoner all but forgotten…for that moment.
It was only the second day of my paralysis…and I was already a sobbing mess.
You know, when I came out of surgery and found out (Much like Tobias here) that I couldn't do what i once could...well, his reaction was pretty much mirror to mine.
It helped to have personal experience when writing this, but fuck was it still uncomfortable. Didn't feel like putting smexy stuff in yet, so I'll wrap it in the next chappy instead.
Promise!
Cya, stay snuggly :D
