Tia's Troubles

The sun shone brightly through the gap in the curtains, the beam of light slowly rising towards Celestia's face. It reached her eyes; she frowned, and opened them.

“Another good sunrise, sister.”

She yawned, stretched out her arms, and kicked off the duvet.

“What to wear... can't make a fool of myself in front of her, she knows what's in and what's out.”

She was referring to Rarity. As Celestia's curvy figure expanded, the amount of correctly-fitting clothes shrank. Rarity was the only person she felt she could be comfortable with in only underwear. They had known each other for many years, and had become close. If it weren't for her status, and how busy she was, Celestia would have spent much more time with her. She was very pleasant. And, she admitted quietly to herself, rather attractive.

The Princess didn't consider herself a lesbian by any means, but she could recognise (and appreciate) a fine example of the female form when she saw it. In fact, when she thought about it, a few of Rarity's friends were rather desirable as well. Rarity had a textbook hourglass figure with DD-cup breasts and 40 inch hips, not to mention her beautiful face and flawless, deep purple hair.

Then there was the incredibly cute Fluttershy with her substantial K-cup monsters which she attempted to hide, unsuccessfully, in a variety of unassuming clothes.

There was also the pear-shaped farm girl, Applejack, with her 48 inch hips and a butt that rivaled Celestia's. She loved jeans, and they loved to hug her huge booty.

Just thinking about them brought a small bead of sweat rolling down Celestia's forehead. How could she have neglected these girls and their oozing sex appeal for so long?

“Perhaps that'll change soon...”

After a pause, she settled on a full-length maxi skirt and button-up silk shirt, but the changes to her body meant they fit a little differently. The skirt didn't go down as far as it once did, her hips and rear held it up slightly, and her expansive chest meant many of her shirt buttons were strained to breaking point. But it would have to do; each day she grew larger, her range of wearable clothes shrank, which was the very reason for her visit to Rarity this morning.

She picked up the torn sweats and bundled them into a small handbag before leaving the palace and making her way to the Carousel Boutique. She was a little nervous about seeing Rarity; she hadn't really been seen by anyone up close for some time, and her figure had drastically changed. She hoped rarity wasn't too shocked, otherwise this whole visit would be very awkward.

The sun wasn't long over the horizon; she had left early to avoid too much attention, which was probably a good thing as her outfit was a tad inadequate for the amount of flesh it was expected to contain. Her butt cheeks straining against the skirt gave the impression that she had stuffed two prize pumpkins down it, and with each step her ass gave a little jiggle, the slightest vibration setting her mounds into motion. The buttons on the shirt weren't doing very well either, her cleavage visible between the gaps. It almost felt as though her clothes would explode at any moment; she quickened her pace just on the off-chance that her clothes may give up in public.

“I hope she's awake...”

Celestia approached the Boutique, the sun was now fully visible behind her. She walked up to the door and noticed how small it was, for her anyway. It was made for the average person, not a seven-foot tall voluptuous goddess. She noted the width of the door frame, and then looked down at her 55 ½ inch hips. This could be close! Unless, of course, she walked through sideways, but that would be quite embarrassing. She looked over her shoulder at her jutting ass extending proudly outward at least two feet, and then at her expansive breasts straining to be free of her shirt, and worried that even if she did go through sideways her boobs or butt might squish against the frame.

“Ah well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

She extended a slender arm and rang the bell.

“Just a moment!”

“Well, at least she's awake.”

She faintly heard foot steps approach, then a latch clicking, before the wooden door opened inwards revealing Rarity in a simple yet elegant purple satin slip dress that cradled her full bosom and highlighted the curve of her hips.

“Hello and welcome to-”

Rarity stopped, noting she was staring eye level at an enormous pair of breasts, with nipples the size of cherries tenting the fabric that was trying desperately to keep the huge orbs contained. She looked up, and meeting her gaze was the beautiful face of Princess Celestia, her colourful hair shining in the morning sunlight, her amethyst eyes almost hypnotic in their piercing brightness. She was grinning sheepishly, hoping that Rarity didn't stare for too much longer.

She quickly curtsied as a sign of respect to the reigning Monarch.

“Your majesty, what a surprise!”

“Thank you, Rarity, but we've known each other for a long time. I don't mind if you call me Celestia.”

She smiled; Rarity stood up straight again and smiled too.

“Please, come in. It's quite a chilly morning.”

“Indeed...”

Celestia glanced down at her big, hard nipples, her bra unable to hide them.

Rarity followed her gaze and eyed the giant breasts hungrily, biting her lip. She cleared her throat and turned, Celestia following.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

She stepped through the door, and her hips just brushed the door frame. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Rarity led the way into the centre of the room, surrounded on all sides by a dazzling array of stunning pieces that were a testament to her talent as a dressmaker. Celestia's eyes happened to land upon Rarity's rather sizable derrière, jiggling freely in the loose dress that caressed its pronounced curve. It wasn't enormous like Celestia's own, but it was definitely larger than average. The same could be said of her bust. She also noted her flawless midnight purple hair, luminescent under the studio lighting, and her fair, unblemished skin, not unlike Celestia's complexion.

Rarity seated herself in a plush armchair, leaving a two-seat sofa for Celestia to occupy. She sauntered over to it, giving Rarity a full view of her expansive rear packed tightly into her skirt. Rarity's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, but she recovered just before the Princess turned back toward her. As she fell into the seat, Celestia's buttocks compressed and widened, almost filling the space between the arm rests of the two-seater. Rarity thought to herself.

“Wow, she's really grown. I've never had a heartfelt attraction to someone of the same sex, but that body is doing something to me...”

She was in a trance brought on by Celestia's incredible curves. The Princess was a little worried; did Rarity think she had let herself go? She managed a quiet “ahem.”

Rarity startled, as if she had been caught snoozing in class. She blushed visibly, and a quiet, nervous laugh escaped her lips before she leaned back into the chair, smiling awkwardly at Celestia.

“I'm so sorry, your Highness! It's just you look so... different. Not in a bad way!”

Celestia looked down at where her feet would be if they weren't hidden behind a wall of flesh. She seemed a little disheartened.

“I'm afraid I lacked the discipline to keep the weight off during my time away from the throne. It was such hard work, and I was falling behind with my duties. Thank goodness Luna was there to cover for me while I recuperated. But all that lazing around...”

She gestured at her curvaceous body. Rarity didn't see any problems. Celestia's face was still slim and delicate as it always had been; her stomach was very nearly flat; her beautiful sparkling hair was still resplendent. The only changes Rarity could notice were to her breasts, rear, thighs and hips. Rarity was very much an advocate of 'plus-sized' or 'generous' figures and the exciting challenges associated with tailoring clothes to fit voluptuous physiques.

“And the Princess may just have the most voluptuous body I've ever seen!”

She walked over and squeezed in next to Celestia, the Princess' hips filling one cushion and nearly half of the other. Rarity laid a hand gently upon her shoulder and leaned around in front of her sullen face.

“Celestia, my dear, you don't have anything to be ashamed of! If anything, you look better than when I last saw you. You're a very tall woman, and not having any meat on your bones, so to speak, really wouldn't suit you. In my humble opinion anyway. Why, I'd give my right arm to have such a generously-endowed figure. Your body is to die for!”

Celestia lifted her head up and gazed into Rarity's twinkling purple eyes.

“Is that what you honestly think?”

“Certainly! I-”

She paused.

“I think you're incredibly attractive, Celestia. Not that you haven't always been beautiful, but the new you is just so... perfect.”

It was Celestia's turn to blush, and her cheeks glowed with a faint red tinge. But she couldn't help smiling.

“Thank you, Rarity. Really. I must admit, it fills oneself with a certain satisfaction, having a fuller figure. For quite some time I was worried that those around me wouldn't approve of these changes, but both you and my sister seem to think it suits me, and I'm inclined to agree. Some of the guards can't seem to take their eyes off me!”

They both giggled. Celestia was thankful that the meeting had become a relaxed one, and not cold and formal.

“Enough about me, how are you?”

“Oh, not bad at all. Although, like yourself, I'm a little softer around the edges than I once was. But I don't think I carry it as well as you.”

Celestia laughed aloud. 'Soft around the edges' was a marked understatement when it came to her current form.

“We girls all have our insecurities, it seems. You look ravishing, Rarity. And I'm not just saying that.”

Rarity beamed, and hugged Celestia. But she quickly withdrew when she remembered this was royalty sat beside her.

“Oh, Rarity, there's no need to worry! We're friends. Close friends.”

She leaned in and gave Rarity a peck on the cheek. The contact made her shudder with desire, and Celestia laughed.

“Goodness, in all this excitement I nearly forgot why I came here.”

She stood up and turned to pick up her handbag that had been sitting on a small table beside the sofa. She bent forward to reach for it, her huge buttocks mere inches away from Rarity's face, who was once again blown away by their size and splendour. She almost reached out to squeeze it but brought her urges under control. Celestia stood in front of Rarity with the handbag, undid the zip running along its length, and produced a pair of purple sweatpants. She unfurled them, revealing the long tears over each hip and the rear. Rarity raised an eyebrow.

“Were you attacked by timber wolves or something?”

“Not quite. This is why I came here; I'm simply outgrowing my clothes. I did this while I was exercising yesterday.”

“I would've liked to have seen that... Oh, what a pain. But don't fret! You came to the right tailor.”

The Princess smiled, and stuffed the pants back into the handbag. Rarity stood up, and gestured for Celestia to follow.

“Now, as always, I must begin with your measurements. Are you comfortable with me taking them?”

Celestia briefly looked down at herself, but quickly raised her head again and nodded, smiling.

“Excellent! If you'd care to go behind the screen and remove your outer garments, we can begin.”

She did as Rarity asked, and stepped into the rather small cubicle. She was quietly relieved to get these clothes off, they were rather tight. She methodically undid each button on the silk shirt, revealing her seemingly unending cleavage and very slightly pudgy stomach, much of which was overshadowed by her bust. With the buttons undone, she pulled the shirt off over her head, leaving only her bra, a frilled, white affair that was simplistic, yet beautifully made. Even though it was the largest bra she could find, it was still a little small. It dug in to her breasts a little, creating a small overhang of flesh along its upper rim. Her large nipples were well-defined, even with the bra covering them, poking into the centre of each cup, their size making them impossible to miss.

Next was her maxi skirt, which clung to her bottom and hips, and almost reached her ankles. This would be a little more challenging, especially in the narrow cubicle. She unfastened the button and opened the zip below it, exposing her white frilled panties which matched her bra. She began to shimmy the skirt downward, slowly uncovering her thick, soft thighs which touched almost down to her knees. She bent over to push them down further, resting against the cubicle wall behind her to keep balance. The cold of the wall against her rear surprised her a little, but the warmth retained in its vast mass soon warmed it up.

“Maybe I can warm Rarity's hands up later...”

The thought of Rarity's petite hands kneading her big ass cheeks drove her wild.

After a bit of a struggle the clothes were off, and Celestia stood in only underwear. She felt decidedly comfortable with herself, even in the presence of someone else. Slowly but surely, she was learning to love her body. She was looking forward to sharing it with Rarity.

Rarity, who had been lounging in the chair reading a newspaper, looked up at the sound of a handle being twisted. The cubicle door glided open, and Celestia stepped out in her underwear. Rarity nearly gasped aloud but restrained herself to a quiet intake of breath.

“I'm ready, got the tape measure?”

Celestia stepped forward, her huge breasts wobbling and oscillating despite their containment. The top of her panties sat just below her trim waist, resting atop the incredible width of her hips, while the middle band disappeared between her juicy thighs. Her candy-pink nails on her hands and feet and her violet eyes stood out against her pristine skin. Rarity saw nothing less than perfection from top to bottom (no pun intended).

“My word, you are something special, aren't you?”

Celestia could only blush and give a little smile.

“You're too kind. Okay, let's get to it.”

Rarity produced a small silver tape measure and approached Celestia. As she neared, her nostrils were filled with the sweet smell of perfume emanating from the Princess; a delightful floral scent so heady that she could practically drink it.

“Just hold this end here and I'll begin with your bra size.”

Celestia pressed her thumb against the tip of the measuring tape, and Rarity drew it around her back and above her bosom. Next, across the bust, and finally the band size, beneath her breasts. Thankfully it went without a hitch, apart from a tense moment when Rarity wrapped the tape around the bust, pressing firmly into Celestia's swollen nipples and nearly making her whimper with pleasure.

“Gosh. You're an LL-cup.”

“Really? So I am still growing. No wonder this bra is a little tight, it's only an L.”

Rarity snickered.

“'Only'?

“You know what I mean!”

“I do. Even a bra as large as yours couldn't contain these beauties.”

Rarity, plucking up courage, put down the tape and placed a hand on each side of Celestia's boobs. They looked positively tiny against the tremendous orbs. She gave a little squeeze and the Princess responded with a soft moan, closing her eyes and smiling.

“I can't take my eyes off these... they're incredible.”

Rarity looked up into Celestia's face, partially obscured by the projection of her breasts.

“I can't say anyone has shown as much appreciation of my figure as you, Rarity. I'm so glad you like it.”

'Like' was an understatement. They were so perfect that the fashionista was forgetting about the task in hand. But there are few things more distracting than a pair of immense, soft, spongy udders that just happen to be attached to a tall, voluptuous and beautiful monarch.

“And I'm so glad you came to see little old me. I had no idea you had turned into the epitome of feminine beauty! But enough idle chatter, I'm here to provide a service for you.”

She picked the tape up once more and drew it around Celestia's waist. It wasn't exactly pudgy, but it was soft to the touch.

“29 inches. Very trim for someone with such incredible assets! Okay, now for the hips.”

Rarity felt her heart rate ramp up. Celestia's hips and butt were without equal. If her chest was breathtakingly impressive, her lower assets were heart-stopping.

“I hope that tape measure of yours is long enough.”

“I hope so too, those hips of yours are awfully wide, aren't they?”

Celestia rolled her eyes, and put her hands on those wide hips, smiling.

As before, Rarity gave the end of the tape to Celestia who held it against her hip, while the tailoress started round. For the first time, she got a view of that incredible backside in only underwear. Words could hardly describe its majesty.

It was wide yet perky, maintaining a curved bubble shape that would be evident on the toned rear of a gymnast, but its immense size was a quality of its own. Despite the weight of such a large behind, there was barely any sag. Rarity had heard the terms ghetto booty and bubble butt, but this was a hybrid of the two. It was enormous but also perfectly curved and seemingly firm. But Rarity noticed that the tape sank about half a centimetre into the flesh as it pressed against it, hinting at how soft and doughy it really was. It truly was the perfect butt, and not for the first time she had to restrain herself from reaching out and groping it.

She remembered that the Princess remarked she had still been growing when it was revealed that her bust had indeed risen from an L to an LL, and Rarity could only assume that her bottom had been expanding too. It certainly looked that way; the panties were fast-becoming a thong as the cavern between her two huge cheeks was beginning to swallow the material.

At last, two ends of tape met, and Rarity drew it back in.

“55 and a half inches. If that's not impressive I don't know what is.”

Rarity was speaking slowly, as if in a trance. Celestia, looking a little bashful and a tad smug, spoke.

“Well, I hope I don't use up too much of your material.”

“Nonsense! There will be no compromises for our ruler, I shall see to that. I'm positive that body would look fantastic in anything.”

The Princess gave a sultry smile and stepped toward Rarity.

“Thank you. But I'd quite like it if you saw to something else as well.”

Before her companion had a chance to respond, she unhooked the rear strap, pulled the bra away and released her breasts from their restrictive prison, allowing the great orbs to flop down against her chest and abdomen. She shook out her hair, sending her chest into a convulsive wobble. With no support, even the smallest movement produced a jiggle. She stepped towards Rarity, whose mouth was now agape, eyes as big as saucers, hypnotised by the naked chest bouncing to and fro.

She stopped inches away from Rarity, who was virtually eye level with Celestia's nipples. Her view was filled by the royal bosom, each topped with a sizable fleshy nub.

“These nipples of mine have been rock-hard since I got here. Would you mind taking care of them? I'd do it myself, but the skilled hand of Equestria's premier seamstress may well do a better job.”

Rarity was about to speak up and point out that her skill with needlework didn't necessarily translate into expertise with pleasuring monarchs, but the chance to fondle the rosiest, perkiest teats in the kingdom was an opportunity she wasn't very willing to discard.

Without speaking, she lifted a hand and cupped Celestia's left breast. It was too large to fully handle, but she held it firmly from underneath. With her other hand, she gently squeezed the tip of the nipple with thumb and forefinger. Celestia closed her eyes and a quiet moan escaped her lips as Rarity squeezed a little harder.

“Ooh, nnn...”

They were both surprised by a thin stream of milk escaping the nipple and wetting the back of Rarity's hand. Keeping eye contact with Celestia, Rarity raised her hand to her mouth and lapped up the milk, savouring its sweet flavour.

“Delicious...”

Determined to delve deeper into the sweet bounty, Rarity grasped the watermelon-sized orb with both hands and slid the entire nipple into her mouth, dancing her tongue over and around its soft, puffy surface.

“Oooofff, that's good.”

Celestia cradled Rarity's head with her left hand, her silky-smooth purple hair caressing her fingertips. With her other hand she hefted her right breast and took the nipple in her own mouth, sucking hard. A spray of milk coated her tongue and she swallowed it eagerly. Meanwhile, Rarity was sucking like a new-born baby, short and fast sucks that felt like tiny electric shocks through her nipple and areola. The huge udders had a plentiful supply of milk that had built over a long period of time. Celestia hadn't released the contents of her breasts for a long time, and she was very backed up, explaining why the milk was escaping at such a high pressure and velocity.

Being an ageless semi-divine being, Celestia's fertility far exceeded that of the regular person. She hadn't had any children so this trait didn't really reveal itself. But it did mean that the milk glands in her breasts were many times more productive than average ones. Not only could they store much more milk, but it was replenished quickly. Her milk ducts, which transported milk from the gland to the nipple, were wider and more developed too. This allowed milk to flow in larger quantities and at higher speeds.

This had been irrelevant up until now, but the prolonged stimulation of her nipples and breasts was awakening those long-dormant glands.

Rarity paused her sucking as she felt the nipple resting on her tongue swell and enlarge. Frowning, she pulled it out of her mouth with a quiet pop and eyed it. It was growing!

“Whoa...”

Celestia paused, nipple in mouth, and looked down at Rarity, who seemed to be having a staring contest with the giant nipple.

“Wait, my nipples aren't that big normally, are they?”

She, too, popped the nipple out of her mouth and inspected it. It was indeed larger than usual, and was getting larger before her eyes.

“Is this normal for you, Princess?”

“Uhh... I can't say it's happened before.”

They continued to swell until they were roughly as long as a golf ball is in diameter. They protruded from each breast a little over four centimetres and were just over half as wide. Celestia felt a throbbing deep within each breast, as if something was building up. Her breasts swelled a little, just enough to be noticeable, and even the areola of each breast filled out and raised marginally.

She experimentally squeezed a breast; a white jet of milk blasted from the nipple, about as thick as her little finger. It sailed over the shoulder of a surprised Rarity and splashed against a window fifteen feet away.

“Okay, that's new.”

Enraptured, Rarity seized the nipple once more and thrust it into her mouth. Squeezing the breast with both hands, causing Celestia to moan noisily, she was rewarded with a powerful spurt of milk that filled her mouth. It was just as thick and creamy as full-fat milk and just as, if not, tastier. She kept squeezing and milk kept filling her mouth. Celestia was in bliss; it felt like an orgasm in her chest. After half a dozen mouthfuls Rarity pulled away, milk running down her chin and dripping onto the wooden floor. She gave a satisfied sigh before looking up at Celestia.

“Gosh, I don't know what came over me. Sorry.”

“Don't apologise! That felt fantastic.”

She bent slightly and gave Rarity an unintentional bear hug, her huge tits smothering her face.

“Whoops! Guess I don't know my own strength. My turn to be sorry.”

She drew back and frowned.

“This is a little unfair on you. How about I return the favour?”

Rarity's eyes lit up at the prospect of having her nipple suckled by the Princess of all people. But she recognised the notable height difference between her chest and Celestia's mouth.

“That would be wonderful. But I'm a little short, aren't I?”

Celestia, now standing with her arms folded beneath her bosom, giggled.

“How about we go upstairs and lie down? That should make things easier.”

Rarity liked the sound of that. She wiped the milk from her chin with her arm and, grinning like a little kid on Christmas day, led Celestia upstairs. On the way up, the Princess got a first-class view of Rarity's rather impressive rear bulging out from the bottom of her slip dress, which she eyed with hunger.

Turning into the bedroom, Rarity stripped and threw herself onto the bed, eagerly awaiting the tender touch of the Princess. Celestia finally removed her panties revealing a perfectly-formed, if larger-than-average vagina. Rarity was taken aback by its size, and was sure it could easily accommodate two of her own toys. It seemed the Princess was well-endowed everywhere.

Celestia climbed onto the bed, her pendulous melons swinging hypnotically. She clambered over Rarity and lowered herself, squishing her huge tits against Rarity's own chest. Their nipples touched and both flinched at the orgasmic sensation; Celestia leaned into her and kissed her passionately. Each was pleasured by the sumptuous softness of the other's lips, and their tongues met and entwined as they closed their eyes and descended into the depths of pleasure. Celestia felt her large, swollen labia grinding against Rarity's spongy thigh and moaned into her mouth. She was already getting rather wet with the intensity of their engagement, the moisture allowing her to slide her sex up and down her lover's leg with increasing proficiency.

Rarity reached out and grasped a handful of royal booty, finding pleasure in its softness and warmth. The sheer size of it still wasn't lost on her. Celestia giggled mischievously and broke the kiss, staring intently into those deep, shimmering eyes. Rarity gazed back, noticing for the first time just how beautiful Celestia was. Without warning Celestia took Rarity's nipple into her mouth and gave a strong suck. Rarity nearly fainted in ecstasy as her nipple was stimulated like never before. Slowly, surreptitiously, Celestia slid two fingers into Rarity's dripping pussy and twisted, eliciting a cry of pleasure from beneath her.
“Oh gods!”

Rarity's eyes rolled into her head as Celestia pushed deeper, adding a third finger.

“So... close...nm..”

Rarity began whimpering in time with Celestia's hand thrusts until she reached a riotous climax.

“YES! Oh YES!”

She uttered a long, low moan as the Princess slowed down. With an open-mouthed smile, Rarity pushed her head back into the pillow and ran her hand through Celestia's velvet hair, who slowly withdrew her fingers which were now coated in a thin layer of love-juice. Rarity gazed at her as she painstakingly ran her tongue along each finger, smacking her lips when she was finished.

“Wow, you taste good.”

“Mm, I'm glad you approve, your Majesty. Will you allow me the honour of doing the same for you?”

Celestia extended a hand, which Rarity took, and she lifted up off the pillow.

“Of course dear, the pleasure would be mine. Let's switch places.”

Celestia gently lowered herself onto the pillow, nuzzling her chin into her cleavage as she did when she was alone and savouring the welcoming texture of her soft breasts.

The Princess lying on her back was a sight to behold. Her dazzling kaleidoscopic hair was splayed across the pillow framing her heavenly visage, partially obscured behind her mountainous boobs capped by large, erect nipples that still held traces of milk from their earlier escapades. Her soft, wide midriff was flanked by her broad, full hips that rested atop her thick thighs.

So thick and full were Celestia's thighs that she had to spread her legs to allow Rarity to access her vagina. Once this was done, Rarity wasted no time. She hooked her arms round Celestia's waist and dove in, massaging the large, sopping folds with her dexterous tongue. Almost immediately the Princess' back rose off the bed as she practically convulsed with pleasure. But Rarity held on tightly to her waist and pushed further in. She seized the opportunity to target the big, throbbing clitoris and squeezed it between her lips, causing Celestia to gasp aloud before gritting her teeth as Rarity carefully nibbled her clit.

Rarity bit a little harder and Celestia quietly shrieked and reflexively squeezed her udders, sending twin streams of milk up into the air, splattering on her stomach.

“Getting... unf... close!”

Hearing this, Rarity increased her efforts, licking, sucking, kissing without rest.

“I should oof... probably... nn... mentioned that I'm quite aaaaaah... a squirter - OH!”

Rarity didn't quite have time to process this, Celestia was suddenly racked by an immense orgasm that sent tingles throughout her whole body. She felt a tightening in her core as she climaxed, and a gush of warm juices filled Rarity's mouth. She swallowed one mouthful and then another, before withdrawing, panting noisily, juices dribbling from her lips. Celestia clenched her fists and groaned as she delivered a final gush of fem cum that soaked the bed sheets. With that, Rarity gently collapsed beside the Princess, and with the afterglow leaving them feeling calm and content they gradually drifted off into sleep in each other's arms.

It had just hit noon when they awoke, Celestia a few minutes before Rarity. Initially they couldn't remember why they were laying in the nude together in bed, but soon memories of their exploration of each other's bodies and the intimacy they had shared returned.

After dressing, Rarity promised Celestia that she would begin work immediately on a whole set of clothes for the Princess that would fit her comfortably. They thanked each other for the wonderful experience they had shared, and Celestia departed, leaving Rarity alone once more.

She flopped into the arm chair and reflected on the past few hours.

“Well, that doesn't happen every day.”