Silver found himself alone for a change. The girls had gone off with Celestia to get things in order for their departure. Though Silver had a faint worry of being attacked, he decided it wasn't likely with the atmosphere he was feeling.
Being alone, he was overcome with curiosity. He stood in front of a mirror, breathing carefully as the movements seemed to gently irritate his wounds. He turned slowly one way and the other, looking himself over. Beside his fresh wounds and the ring of bruised flesh around where his net was damaged, he looked much the same as he had when he arrived in Anugypt. Of course, there was that dangling bracelet. He frowned at it as if it could be willed to fall off. He thought back to the morning, just before Celestia had left.
Celestia nuzzled gently into Silver's side. "You realize I'm not letting myself off the hook because you, master of forgiveness, say I should."
Silver perked his ears at Celestia. "This isn't about my forgiveness. I was being murdered, Celestia. She was killing me. No great speech, no exposition while I figure a way out, no redemption. She got right to work. If you were... even a few seconds later, I might not be here to argue about it. You did what you needed to do."
Shei bobbed her head. "You're a hero, mistress."
Aila sighed softly. "The world is a terrible place, sometimes. Personally, I'm glad you don't like that, mistress. Thank you for not accepting that as... normal."
Celestia smiled gently, looking between the three ponies. "Perhaps there is a balance to be found there. I'm not proud of what was done, nor should I be." She rose up to her hooves. "Come, Shei, Aila. We have things to handle. Silver, please, stay here, rest. We'll only be gone for a few hours."
Silver frowned at his reflection a moment before focusing on getting his magic moving inside. He didn't push it anywhere, just built it up and let it go where it wanted to while watching it. The damage he'd done to himself made it flow oddly, but it already looked a bit better than the day before. The energy flowed through his genitals, giving him a rapid erection, but, without him messing with it, it did flow past it. His entire body was still part of the circuit, it's just that the center, which used to be fairly close to his heart, had moved down to his dangly bits, which meant energy would always start and end there.
Silver eyed his stiffness, taking a moment to just stare at the horse cock that had become his own. In some ways it was the same penis he was born with, but in many ways, entirely alien. That ring about halfway up, the flattened head, the way his balls didn't hang straight, to say nothing of the fur covering his balls and forming his sheath. Like much of his body, there was very little humanity left.
Silver reached for it, as if to caress it, but he had hooves, not fingers, and brushing it was about the best he could accomplish. He tried to form his silvery hand, but he could only get an anemic flow up to his horn, the tool by which he affected the world around him. He wondered how much of it was his own doing, and if it would get a bit easier when his net was healed.
He sank to the ground and rolled to his side, looking down between his legs and getting curious. He tried to focus the magic there, restricting the outgoing flow with surprising ease while the magic flowed in stronger and stronger. He grunted and flopped back, feeling harder than he'd ever managed before. His balls twitched noticeably before swelling an inch, feeling... full, engorged. Everything down there felt engorged. He felt like he could do anything, at least if it involved fucking something anyway.
A soft knock came from the door, drawing Silver's attention. The door opened to reveal one of the guards. "Jus--" His words trailed off, feline eyes caught on the bizarre sight of Silver sprawled out on the floor. "A thousand pardons!" He moved to withdraw, but didn't finish the motion. Had Silver's pheromones caught him?
With all the energy coursing through his groin, Silver found himself caring a lot less than he should have. He slowly sat up, shaft throbbing and pointing at the guard. "Well, you're here now. What did you want?"
The guard swallowed dryly. "I... should go." But he didn't go. He stood, transfixed.
Silver snorted at him. "Give your message already, come on."
The guard nodded quickly. "Oh, yes. Princess Celestia wanted you to be dressed and ready in half an hour, your majesty... May I leave?"
"If you want." Silver stared at the guard, wanting him to go, and wanting him to stay.
The guard didn't go. "I... sir? I..." He closed the door behind himself, sealing them together. "I hope you'll pardon my saying that you're very, uh, handsome, for a horse."
Silver blushed, easily flattered, even if some of him knew it came from the drug soup the air had become. "And you are a fine cat. What did you want?" As cats went, the guard was strong-looking and he had brown fur, with golden armor and a scimitar at his hips. His bright golden eyes were locked on Silver, or rather, Silver's pulsing member. "You... probably should leave, for yourself. You look ready to do something you'll regret later."
The words seemed to penetrate the guard's fog, and he backed up, bumping into the door he had just closed. "Oh! Yes! I mean, yes... I should go..." Trembling paws worked at the door handle like it was an exotic puzzle, and it took far longer than it should have for the poor guard to escape and leave Silver alone.
Silver let out a soft sigh before he noticed the member just... hanging there, tantalizingly close. He tried reaching for it with his snout to discover just how much his ring of bruises objected to the attempt at flexibility. He flopped to the ground with a sharp whinny of pain, and there he lay, panting, and a bit tired and pained.
There he lay until Celestia entered the room, only to go wide-eyed. She shut the door in the snouts of Aila and Shei and brought a wing in front of her face. "Silver Stars, what have you been doing?"
Silver looked up at her with a quirk of a smile. He could smell her, and her scent was rapidly changing. She wasn't going into heat, but she was being turned on by the fog he'd created. "Sorry. I was... experimenting."
"Experimenting?" She moved to step over him as if to reach something else, but stopped. Her eyes turned downwards to his fullness before glancing away. "Silver, stop showing yourself off. You're in no condition."
Silver rolled up slowly onto his hooves and looked up to see Celestia nosing through some things in a drawer. Head down, rump exposed. He wanted it. He stepped towards her without guile or subtlety, casually rearing up. Pain flared, but he ignored it with such a tempting reward right in front of him. When his hooves came down on her back, he was instantly wrapped in golden magic, unable to move.
"Prince Silver Stars. You're going to aggravate your condition, and we have someplace to be."
Silver squirmed faintly, wincing against the pain exploding through his middle. "Say you don't want it and I'll wait. Say it honestly."
Celestia shuffled from hoof to hoof before her magic released him. "Please don't hurt yourself..."
That sounded like consent to Silver, and he quickly lined himself up before pushing deep into that welcoming passage, only to discover he really wasn't in any condition for lovemaking. The hip thrust made his middle explode in agony and he cried out, but he wanted to keep going, and he tried to fight against it.
Celestia wasn't having it. Her magic wrapped around him, firmly but softly. "Stop." He was pulled free of her and set him on the bed, blankets drawn up tightly to provide support as she climbed in over him. "Just lay there and be still. Let me handle this. My stubborn stallion, let your mare take care of you."
Silver relaxed under her words and care, willing to surrender to her. She settled in over him carefully, and sunk herself onto his tool, submerging him in the liquid heat of her core. The pain was still there, but the altered position and not having to move made it a faint shadow in the presence of the delight of being buried balls deep in a mare he loved.
Climax came fast and hard, exploding into her hard enough that he felt pushed away from her a moment. All that gathered energy fired out, and he cooled measurably, entire body going limp as he was left drained but content. Celestia gave a little squeak, apparently feeling the energetic blast inside of her, but not quite reaching her own satisfaction. Silver felt and looked guilty at his performance, but she gently nuzzled along his snout. "I'll make you pay me back later, when you're not hurt." They remained locked together, cuddling carefully before Celestia moved him to the tub. "Now no more magic. We need you looking dignified. Get washed and dressed."
Celestia dressed in her best, and helped Silver get presentable. "Now remember, we are leaving Amenti after successful trade negotiations with her. We will speak nothing of the attack. Our trip here was pleasant and uneventful, and the country seems well in order."
Silver nodded lightly. "Right. Nothing unusual here at all." He snorted softly. "Saddle Arabia's next?"
Celestia smiled gently. "A perfectly lovely nation. We'll travel by sea a short way, then we'll have to go by land. We'll go over the specifics once we're back in the water. How are you feeling?"
Silver gently shook himself out. "A nice hot bath seems to get things in order for a little while. Let's go before the aches come back." Even as he said it, he could feel the wounds gently returning to their angry state, but there were things to do, and he wouldn't delay them any further.
They walked side-by-side, joining Aila and Shei who had waited in the hallway outside.
Shei perked an ear. "Is everything alright?"
Celestia nodded. "Silver needed a little personal help. We're all ready to go now."
Aila snorted softly. "How long are you supposed to be battered and bruised for?"
Silver felt around inside himself with closed eyes a moment before answering, "If it continues as it has, a week should have me looking right again. Sorry if I, uh, act oddly. Getting used to the new way my insides are... arranged?" He wasn't sure how to put it exactly. "It's confusing."
Thankfully they didn't question it, and they soon emerged from the castle to find a feline with a fancily-wrapped box. "For Prince Silver Stars," announced the she-cat, "from the Pharaoh."
Silver instinctively tried to reach for it with his magic, to give himself a partial stiffy. Celestia plucked up the box. "Thank you. We'll enjoy it on our way. Send our thanks to the Pharaoh for the hospitality."