And here's the fifth chapter, as promised!

Now like I said in the previous author note, this chappy will have some smexy stuff in it. That being said, this smexy stuff is completely non-consensual…as in Tobias doesn't want it for those who can't be arsed to Google XD.

Begin!

The Third Day

It was a little after two in the afternoon…I think. I don't know, I didn't really…care at the time. How could I…how could I think at all with my emotions in such a tangent?

It was the third day of my slowly receding paralysis, and like the day before I found that I could once again move a various part of my body.

Namely my both my arms and hands.

Heh, you'd think that this would be cause for a small celebration. But when I actually tried to move them, use them…I found it immensely difficult. And how they looked…most of the muscle, fat and whatnot had withered considerably, as if they'd been in a cast for months, unused.

Celestia noticed as much long before I did…but she said that…

"Oh honey don't worry," she soothed, stroking my hair as she lay beside me, ready for sleep. "You'll regain what you've lost in time…and you still look so beautiful to me, you always will."

Despite my tirade of spiraling emotions, I couldn't help but soak up the compliment like a sponge. My pride…dignity was at an all-time low, I had to feel something, I had to.

It didn't help however that I was able to move and see just how badly they were affected.

I didn't even want to think about my legs.

In any case, it was sometime in the afternoon that my third day really began. Celestia had once again been absent when I awoke, but took no time at all in returning with breakfast…which she then began to feed me with.

I was barely responsive.

Unlike the previous day however, she didn't take me into the bathroom to bathe afterwards. Neigh, instead she merely chose to lay back down beside me and talk. She spoke of small things, funny and relevant, silly and serious…like she used too when we were together. It's nothing worth mentioning, but the feeling of it all, how the sheer nostalgia of everything made me feel was…unforgettable.

She continued to talk up until around eight minutes or so ago, in which she left with nought but the reassurance that she would return as quickly as she could.

I was puzzled by it all, she never seemed to leave unless it was absolutely necessary after all. She said as much the previous day.

Then again…with her gone for those few minutes…it allowed me to close my eyes and let go, just for a bit…a little bit.

I refused to break down in front of her again, I…I refused, I couldn't do it again. She'd speak, she's soothe and croon words of affection and reassurance, safety and warmth. And if spoken in the middle of my breaking down…my breaking down again, I truly did not know what would happen to me.

I didn't know if I'd be able to shove this horrible dependency I feel niggling in the back of my mind. Its voice is small, barely there…and yet there.

A brief part of me wonders…does she have it too?

Before I can think any more on the subject, a faint rumbling sounds from within my stomach, accompanied with a brief twisting sensation that I barely managed to feel.

Oh god no, please no…

Celestia wasn't here, she wasn't in the room. How was I supposed to do this without…

No…NO! We can do this ourselves, we don't need her. We just need a little willpower is all.

With that determined thought echoing throughout my mind, I looked over towards the bathroom door and grimace, a subtle wave of anxiety washing over me.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I use all the strength in my upper body to push myself to the right, only just grazing my head on the ebony draws as I fall to floor on my back.

Fucking!…Okay…okay, we're out of the bed, now to the bathroom.

Gritting my teeth, I rolled myself onto my front and placed both my arms in front of me. Then, with all the strength I can muster, I grip the floor as best I could and began to slowly pull myself forward.

The effort it took to do so nearly made me cry.

Come on, we can do it! We don't need Celestia; we don't need anyone to help us now. We can do this ourselves!

It took far longer than I would have thought to do so, but perseverance paid off as I eventually stopped just below the door handle.

I would have smiled…but as I tried to prop myself against the wall, a spasm overtook my limbs, causing them to regress to jelly, and I to collapse on my front.

No…come on! Come on!

Letting out an audible groan of desperation, I forced my shaky right arm up to the handle and gripped it with my increasingly lax hand, said desperation rising as its grip continued to fail again and again.

Come on, please!

I gripped…and lost again…

COME ON, COME ON!

The subtle vibration of my stomach intensified, doing nothing to sate my growing fear. It'd been too long, way too long. Celestia would be back any second and if she found me like this and tried, nay, she WOULD assist me…and if she did then…

If there's really a God out there, then please help me. I can't do this by myself…I can't do it, I can't! Please-

An absolute wave of dread overwhelmed me as I hear the door behind me opening, a voice, warm and tender saying…

"Sorry I took so long baby, I was-"

I'd stopped moving, but by the sudden lack of her voice permeating throughout the chamber, I knew that at any moment she would try and help me.

Surprisingly, there was no sudden rant of assurances and manic worry. Nay, instead there was only the sound of light clopping as she made her way to my side. And even though I refused to look, I knew she was staring down at me.

Is this the part where she tells me off or something? I muttered scathingly, and hopefully to myself.

Yet as the moments passed and nothing breached the silence, I found myself looking up at her out of sheer confusion, if not curiosity.

The expression on her face was…patient, extremely so. I couldn't help but recall the exact same expression on my mother's face as a child, normally after lying and knowing that she knew I had.

A patient mother, not a word leaving her lips as she let the guilt do the job for her.

But Celestia wasn't my mother, she wasn't even my friend. She was my poisoner, my captor, my personal tyrant who professed to care but hurt me to show it.

And so instead of breaking the silence myself, I tried once more to reach up and twist the door knob. Yet like before I failed again and again, my hand simply lacking any strength to finish the task…and eventually…I lost the strength to move at all.

As I felt the strength leave me for good…and the constant staring of my crazy ex baring down on me…I experienced something that I'd felt very much the previous day.

I experienced how it felt to be truly helpless, useless even. I felt my pride, my dignity fade away into nothing, tears welling up in my eyes as I attempted to lift my arm.

Lift damnit…just…lift please…let me…p-please…

The handle sudden became enveloped in gold, twisting around and opening the door before my eyes. Looking back at the alabaster mare, I found myself swallowing from…nervousness as I found her already looking down at me.

Celestia?

"If you wish to try and do it yourself then I won't stop you," she said quietly, her eyes, their warmth practically crushing me with its weight. "Go ahead, I promise I won't do anything."

Looking at the toilet and then back to her…I felt my body shake with despair at what I felt coming, what I couldn't stop any more…I had no pride left to deny it. And with my strength what it was, I knew that there was no way that I'd be able to drag myself over, let alone manage somehow lift myself into a seating position.

I was trapped, defeated before I'd even begun. And she knew it, her kind, patronising eyes said as much in her silence.

I can't, I confessed, my thoughts as weak as I felt.

"What was that sweetie?" she asked, her expression the same as ever, warm, loving.

I can't do it myself, I repeated. Can you help me…please?

And there was the smile, widening, becoming warmer, more caring if that was possible.

"Of course I will honey," she cooed, her horn and my body lighting up as she carried me to the toilet. "I'll always be here to take care of you."

Once I was seated and judged comfortable, she lit her horn once more and pressed the side of it to my stomach. And…like before I closed my eyes and tried my best to ignore the humiliation welling up inside me.

I wouldn't cry this time, I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't…wouldn't…

A lone drip slipped down my cheeks, I felt it, all of it….all of the pain that one salty drop carried. But then I felt something else, something warm and soft brushing against my cheek, wiping the tear away ever so gently.

And when I opened my eyes, I was instantly graced with two magenta orbs gazing into them, such love and devotion held within that it made me gasp lightly.

"It's okay honey," Celestia lulled softly, moving forward and kissing the very spot she nuzzled. "I'm here, I'll always be here for you."

I remained silent as she levitated and wiped me, choosing instead to watch her and wonder how that loving…that devoted smile never left her muzzle as she did so.

"You wonder why this does not disgust me?" she spoke suddenly, her eyes flicking up and lidding affectionately. "You wonder why I do not scrunch up my muzzle in distaste, no?"

I didn't say anything back, yet as she continued to smile and wipe, I knew that I didn't need to.

"Tobias…you've no idea that joy it brings me to care for you like this," she crooned happily, sighing in absolute contentment as she seated me once more and flushed the toilet. She then turned to the bath, her magic already twisting the tap, filling the tub with water. "To care for someone you love so much, knowing all the while that they need you so badly, so desperately to help them…"

Smiling warmly, she turned around and and reached out with her right hoof, stroking my hair gently, lovingly.

"You want to deny my help, I know," she admitted, smile not wavering in the slightest. "But you know you need it, you know you want it. Because I can see it in your eyes, I hear it in every stray thought you send in my direction."

I…I've got to get that under control, I thought firmly, trying my best no to wince as her smile widened. Did she hear…

Turning back to the large bath, she halted the water with her magic and stuck a hoof in, evidently testing its heat before nodding and turning back to me, her horn alight once more.

I still didn't have any pants on, Celestia hadn't retrieved any from my house and thus I slept quite naked beside her.

Though that's probably why…

Within but a few seconds I was carefully lowered into the bath, closing my eyes and sighing as quietly as I could when the water began to soothe me.

But then there was a light splashing sound, and to my surprise the volume of said water rose considerably, curiosity causing me to open my eyes and see Celestia's entire body below her neck very much submerged at the other end.

I guessed that her lingerie was somewhere on the floor.

What are you doing? I asked, unable to help myself as the words all but spilled out of my mind.

"Washing with you my love," she replied, smiling warmly as she made her way over to me, ignoring my expression at her term of endearment. "Don't worry, I'll make it fun!"

And she…did I suppose, in her own way, using her soaped up barrel to rub against my chest, giggling all the while as I stayed silent and closed my eyes.

You've no idea how difficult it was to stay so, to stop myself from becoming…excited from her enthusiasm.

But I think she knew, she always knows.

After finishing up and I was dried and whatnot, Celestia carried me back to the bed and laid me atop the covers, that secretive smile adorned upon her muzzle all the while.

"I know how hard this is for you to bear my love," she spoke suddenly, a strange hint of…something in her tone. "I can only imagine how difficult it must be so dependent on another person, to need their help, their mere presence every moment of every day."

She fell silent for a few seconds and climbed atop the bed with me, nuzzling her head against my cheek before kissing it warmly.

"But I've been researching and I have something for you, something that will make you feel a lot better," she finished, her smile now very much a grin as she lit up her horn and looked down at my…

Wait no! What are you doi-

A golden aura covered my limp member and began to gradually heat up, tingling ever so slightly before a sort of vibration steadily enveloped it. I knew that arousal was still possible from yesterday, but as the vibrating glow kept up its steady pace I felt something akin and then tenfold.

Unwillingly, a shuddering gasp escape my mouth as it continued to intensify.

N-no, I don't want this, not from her, not from…not…

I could barely think as it continued, and then as if to increase my rapidly declining through process, the mare responsible slowly began to lay kiss after nuzzle, after kiss after nuzzle upon my neck, my cheek and shoulder.

"Does it not feel good honey?" she asked, light amusement most definitely in her tone. "I could stop it now if you really want me to…but only if you really want me to."

Weakly, I raised my right arm and tried to grasp her horn, knowing it to be the only way to stop magic. Unfortunately as I tried to do so, the quietly chuckling mare chose instead to kiss the palm and place it against her left cheek.

"Still so stubborn, even now my sweet?" she ask softly, nuzzling my hand. "Even before all of this you never did let me take care of you in bed. It was always my needs first and yours second, if at all. But now…now it's your turn, and mine to take care of you."

Unable to move, to think or speak aloud, I once again found myself completely helpless to stop her. And yet as the seconds passed me by and her magic grew in intensity…I found all my complaints forgotten.

"Yes…that's it baby," she cooed, a hoof gently moving my face so as to look at her. "Just relax…and let me love you."

My end hit me so abruptly and without warning that a cry, though silent, escaped from my lips. And as it did so, Celestia leaned down and captured them with her own, humming happily as my body subconsciously shook and tried to buck.

W-Wha…Oh fuck!

I'd orgasmed before obviously, but this…it was as if her magic had me do so a hundred times over.

Oh god, Celestia! Christ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Celestia, fuck!

I barely comprehended what I'd thought, let alone that I was kissing her back. In fact it took the realization of the lack of stickiness to wake me back up, if only slightly.

Why do I still feel…clean? I wondered, apparently aloud if her words were of any clarification.

"The spell is designed to capture any messes and send them to another plain," she explained, giggling as she leaned down once more and laid a kiss upon my lips. "It's very helpful for those who wish to do it more than once."

I'm…not sure if I kissed her back or not, I was still in a kind of stupor.

"Now then," she said, sliding her body against mine as she slowly sat down on the floor. "I do believe that it's time for lunch, no?"

Why did I…

"I was thinking something along the lines of pasta today."

Why did I let her do that?

"What do you think?

I should have yelled at her to stop, I should have said no, I shouldn't have…I shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did.

"Toby?"

Snapped out of my thoughts, I turned to face her and…for reasons I knew not, smiled.

"Pasta sounds nice Celly."

The smile on her face was akin to light of a thousand suns…and at the time I didn't know why, I still wasn't quite coherent. I didn't realize what I'd done by saying that name…that silly little name.

Celly.

It was the third day, but that name sparked a turning point in the week.

And the rest of it became...very fucked up.

And there's that chapter!

Now I'd just like to warn you, in case Tobias's one wasn't enough, that this story is going to get very fucked up from here on in. Celestia has very interesting ways of showing her love for him, and in the next chapter you're all about to see why.

Get a taste of it even…

Say, do you like milk?

Cya, stay snuggly! :D