Suddenly, an inexplicable sensation enveloped your body. A sort of "pressure" surrounded you, and your skin began to glow with a subtle yellow aura. The familiar pull of gravity lessened, and you felt your feet slowly lifting off the ground, hovering a few inches above the floor. It was reminiscent of those indoor skydiving machines, where a powerful cushion of air keeps you aloft, except there was no air - just an unseen force.
Panic set in as you realized you were no longer in control of your own body. You started kicking wildly, twisting and flailing, desperately trying to grab onto something - anything - to anchor yourself. But the mysterious force quickly put a stop to your struggles, binding your legs together and pinning your arms to your sides. You were helpless, suspended in mid-air by a power you couldn't comprehend.
Above you, a small blue portal began to materialize in your ceiling, swirling with otherworldly energy. The force lifting you seemed to have a mind of its own, guiding you inexorably towards this glowing gateway to who-knows-where. Your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you approached the unknown.
As you reached the portal, a blinding light engulfed you. You couldn't help but scream as your body passed through the shimmering threshold. For a moment, there was nothing but a kaleidoscope of colors and a sensation of movement that defied description.
Then, as quickly as it began, it was over. You found yourself in an entirely new place - a gigantic room that took your breath away. No, not just a room - a throne room. It was colorful, ornate, and strangely... familiar.
With a jolt, you realized why. This was the very same throne room you had just seen on your TV screen moments ago. But now, you were seeing it in vivid, living color, experiencing its grandeur firsthand. The scale of everything around you was overwhelming, making you feel smaller than you ever had before.
"Shocked" and "awed" didn't even begin to describe the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. Your mind reeled, trying to process this impossible situation.
"Ah, there you are," a melodious voice called out, sending a shiver down your spine. "Why don't you come over here, dear?"
Your gaze was drawn to an ornate throne, upon which sat a being that defied belief - a gigantic winged unicorn, looking at you with a smug grin that made your stomach do flip-flops.
The unicorn tilted her head, and the golden aura holding you aloft drew you closer to her oversized body. As you approached, the true scale of your situation became apparent. She wasn't just big - she was titanic! You gasped audibly at the sight of such a behemoth. On the TV, she had looked tall but relatively normal-sized. In person, she was a colossus that dwarfed anything you'd ever seen before.
Glancing to the side, you noticed the TV camera facing her, operated by an equally massive being. Everything in the room was scaled to match - enormous tapestries, colossal columns, and furnishings that could accommodate giants. The camera's red light blinked steadily, indicating it was still broadcasting.
A chilling realization struck you - had she somehow seen you through the TV and teleported you here directly? The thought was both fascinating and terrifying. You looked around in awe and fear, your gaze inevitably drawn back to Celestia as she looked down at you with those knowing eyes.
Celestia floated you upwards until you were level with her muzzle, letting you hover there while she spoke. Her voice, so soothing on the TV, now resonated through you with its power and authority.
As you hovered before Celestia, the sheer scale of her presence overwhelmed your senses. Her coat, a pristine white that seemed to radiate its own soft light, filled your vision. The scent of sun-warmed flowers and a hint of ozone, like the air after a lightning strike, enveloped you – her unique fragrance.
When Celestia spoke, her voice wasn't just heard—it was felt. The deep, melodious tones resonated through the air, sending ripples of vibration through your entire body. It was as if her words were physically caressing you, each syllable a tangible force. "Now, what was I talking about? Ah, yes, a demonstration," she mused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Each word was accompanied by a gentle puff of warm, sweet-scented breath that ruffled your hair and clothes.
You couldn't help but stare at her enormous eyes, their irises swirling with hues of magenta and violet. They seemed to hold ancient wisdom and barely contained mirth as they focused intently on you. The golden aura surrounding you tingled against your skin, a constant reminder of the otherworldly power that held you aloft.
"Though you humans may not yet realize it," Celestia continued, her lips moving in mesmerizing patterns as she formed each word, "you hold one of the most precious resources in all of Equestria." The vibrations of her voice thrummed through your chest, making your heart flutter in a mix of awe and trepidation.
The movement of her lips as she spoke was mesmerizing. Each word was accompanied by a slight gust of air, carrying that same intoxicating floral scent.
You became acutely aware of the rhythmic sound of her breathing, each inhale and exhale a gentle gust that alternately pushed and pulled at you. The warmth radiating from her massive body was palpable, like standing near a living sun.
"More precious than gold or oil or any other type of mineral wealth that you may try to ply us with," she went on, shifting slightly on her throne. The movement, though small for her, created a ripple of air that washed over you like a wave.
Your nostrils filled with the scent of her mane – an ethereal, ever-shifting rainbow that seemed to defy gravity. It carried hints of mountain air, tropical fruits, and something indefinable that reminded you of starlight, if starlight had a smell.
"And from what we can tell, you hold a rather large surplus of it that you've just been throwing away." As Celestia paused, letting the suspense build, you found yourself holding your breath. The anticipation was a physical presence, pressing against your skin.
"And what might that be? Well..." Celestia's smile widened, revealing perfect, pearly teeth that seemed almost too large to be real. The gleam of her teeth momentarily dazzled you, and you could feel the rumble of amusement in her throat even before she vocalized it.
As you hung there, suspended in her magical aura, every one of your senses was hyper-aware of her titanic presence. The grandeur of the throne room faded into the background, your entire world narrowing down to this impossible being before you.
Celestia leaned forward, gazing not at you, but into the camera lens that was in front of her, and her eyes narrowed with intent.
"Equestria, over the centuries, has received a shortage of the XY chromosome, frankly, while to see the birth of a new being is a miraculous joy, a colt in particular is considered to be an enormous blessing."
"Which is precisely why we have need of your planet's supply of healthy men and boys to provide life giving semen so we can breed more ponies to replace our diminishing numbers, the primary reason we have visited your world."
She paused again, before a slight blush lit up her cheeks.
"Although, we may use them for some, 'ahem', many secondary purposes as well, if you catch my drift."
Your heart pounds frantically in your chest as the full implications of Celestia's words sink in. A cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and you feel a wave of nausea wash over you. Your breathing becomes rapid and shallow as panic sets in.
"No... this can't be happening," you whisper, your voice trembling. You try to struggle against the magical hold, but it's futile. The realization that you're completely powerless in the face of this otherworldly being fills you with dread.
Your eyes dart around wildly, searching for any means of escape, but there is none. The enormity of the situation - not just your own predicament, but the threat to all of humanity - is overwhelming. You feel small, insignificant, and utterly terrified.
And yet, despite yourself, you felt a huge amount of blood flowing from your limbs to one very particular place between your legs. You stopped struggling against your bindings and stood perfectly still for what the princess was about to say.
The princess licked her lips, and for the first time since bringing you here spoke to you directly. "How would you like that, my little human? Would you like to be a little breeding stud for a needy mare?" she asked quietly.
It seemed like this question wasn't for the camera's benefit, she was asking you directly.
You honestly didn't know what to say. You were utterly gobsmacked.
"I... I... uh..."
