Anaïs

It was another Grand Galloping Gala to top all the others, as it had been advertised.

What a lie, Celestia thought. This Gala is no different than all the others, I guess. It doesn't help that Twilight and the others' company doesn't at least lighten the mood as it once did, but once again I've grown bored of this low budget type of entertainment. It's saddening I've been to this same exact event for over a thousand years and know it like the back of my hand, knowing how each generation will turn out and spend their time here like some show I've watched a billion times. And that's all this is. A carefully organized show with no more originality now than it had back then after it got dull the first five years of doing it.

Celestia sat alone, watching the others dance and be jolly, leaving herself at a table with her sweet tarts and tea. "Such a dull life is seen by she who's seen it all, eh?" she said to herself finally aloud, about to take a sip of her punch. She found herself getting bumped into from behind by Derpy, who because of this spilled her punch over her white and silver dress.

"Aaaaoww!" Derpy wailed out loud, blushing heavily and rustling her wings in anger. "I just got this thing yesterday! Now it's ruined!! Ahh!"

Celestia gasped, standing up and using a handkerchief of hers to rub the setting stain from Derpy's dress, which was around her bosom area. This caused Derpy to blush more and squirm with uneasiness. "I'm so sorry, uh... Miss! I should have not been in the way!"

Derpy was shocked at the princess's sudden humble attitude and her eagerness to keep Derpy happy with this seemingly boring Gala. She rose her chin and then lowered it to sigh. "Pr-Princess Celestia?... Uh..."

Celestia put a finger to Derpy's lips, smearing a bit of the pegasus mare's lipstick on it. "Not a word from you! I've embarrassed myself enough with just showing my face around here!" she told Derpy almost under her breath in a certain irritated tone. Celestia was blushing even harder than Derpy had been, and this made her look like a frustrated tomato baby.

". . . Are you okay?" Derpy finally asked her, getting her to stop trying to clean the dress and then sitting down with her at the table. "Princess, you never seem like yourself at these... you always look so bored, and really embarrassed..."

Damn! She's on to me! What will she think of the Princess of Equestria had she known she was bored at the world's largest event?

Thinking quickly, Celestia crossed her arms and chuckled nervously, trying to hide the fact that Derpy was clearly on to her. The innocent act definitely would not work after what had just happened. "Look, I'm fairly sorry for being this way... Galas are supposed to be fun and exciting! But when you've been to the same party every year for a thousand, it gets kind of boring. I mean, I could blow the whole place up and scream 'I'm havin' fun!' and I honestly would be! So, I just refrain from thinking about my own personal vendettas about how much this blows, and just let everypony else go on in their little illusion that this boring evening was 'fun' to them. Foals get sick of going to homecoming for a mere four years, so why can't I get sick of going to the Gala for well over a thousand?"

Derpy was surprised, and she temporarily looked away, not knowing what to say at all. To think Celestia truly felt this way about the Gala. To think she never objected the fact that seemingly every year Twilight and her friends brought some crazy antic to liven up the party a bit and yet Celestia always said the same thing:

"This has been the best Gala in years!"

Derpy suddenly felt sad and humbled that she got to enjoy the Gala, and she was only but a simple mailmare! Celestia, being the Princess of Equestria, would at least try to look as if she were having fun but she had been here for so long that even pretending to have fun had gotten to be such a chore for her that she simply gave up. But then, something hit her:

"Princess, I think I have the solution!"

The princess' response was lightning quick. "What is it?" the alicorn princess asked with great concern, focusing in on Derpy dramatically, almost cornering her.

The close distance made Derpy nervous. "I... Well... You seem to be jealous of everypony else's fun time because you can no longer see with their eyes. Everypony nowadays is all like 'YOLO, you only live once, m8!' or something--"

"Back in my day we called those 'Epicureans'... I suppose the people who come here and care not whether its fun or sucks would be--"

"Partypoopers?"

"--stoics, Derpy. Stoics! Those philosophies haven't stopped battling for ages! And I see it continues to this very day."

Derpy took in what Celestia said and thought about it for a while. She prepared herself to speak, until she was met by a slightly intoxicated Berry Punch and Cheerilee, who was intoxicated as well. And seemed to be more so than Berry Punch. "You... girls, what are you doing here?! Don't embarrass me in front of the Princess!"

Berry and Cheerilee looked to one another, then back to Derpy and Celestia. The two immediately began laughing.

Derpy blushed and stood up to them, her fists balled at her sides, she stomped with anger. "Berry, Cheery!" she screamed, getting the two to stop their acts. "You two need to sit down, please?"

Cheerilee pat Berry on her shoulder, getting her to go somewhere else. Cheerilee hiccuped and sat down in Celestia's lap, to which the princess blushed heavily and lightly moaned. Derpy, being too much in shock to say anything, fell in her chair and nearly fainted from this tomfoolery.

Cheerilee hopped a bit, shivering and sighing as she sat in Celestia's lap. "Ooo! Princess! Are you... poking me?"

"AAAAAOOOWWWWW!!!!" Derpy yelped, slamming her head on the table, hoping to Faust that Cheerilee wouldn't ruin this completely for her.

"It's fine, Miss...," Celestia said, expecting to get a name from Derpy, who was still too much embarrassed to even be listening to her to get a response. "Just, please, understand your friend is yet but an Epicurean. Also, did you not know I have both a door and a key?

Derpy scrunched her nose and shook her head. "As much as that pleases me to know it's not what'll help you with your sentimentality!"

"But, there's where you're wrong, my dear," Celestia suddenly said, almost shining as brightly as her new idea seemed. "Why don't I take your friend Cheery--"

"Cheerilee," the teacher mare hiccuped.

"--Cheerilee back to her house so I can show her a good time?" Celestia winked at her seductively. She then turned to Cheerilee and stroked her mane softly. "What do you say, my little pony?"

And like that, Cheerilee was in like an anteater's tongue in an ant hill. There was no way she would decline such a pony after and offer and beg like that, especially coming from Princess Celestia herself.

Derpy rose from the table, looking squarely at Celestia, in pure disbelief that she'd suggest such a thing. "Pr-Princess... what do you...--?"

Cheerilee flopped down onto the table, scraping her back goods all over Celestia's rising erection. "Celly's gonna get all up in me, isn't she! I'll be as high as Luna was upon the moon!" She then hiccuped again.

"Here, why don't you help me to her house?" Celestia said, holding out her hand for Derpy to shake in agreement. "I never got your name..."

Derpy nearly turned blue, having not breathed properly in so long now had she been so much in shock of this whole ordeal. What a fool she'd be to say no to Celestia, especially when she wanted to make sure Celestia had a good time. She could not bear to let the princess down. Surely this Gala would be a lot better than the last previous ones in Celestia's book.

"D-Derpy... Derpy Hooves. Cheerilee calls me 'Ditzy Doo,' after my daughter, Dinky Doo," she finally cracked under Celestia's pressure. Derpy shook her hand and helped Cheerilee to stand so that she could lead her in this short journey to Cheerilee's house with Celestia.

"How the hay are we gonna get from Canterlot to my house if all the trains ain't workin' right now?" Cheerilee scowled at the two. "Princess, to have such a big cock you got a small, teensy tiny brain you know that?"

"Cheerilee! Language!" Derpy cried out, hitting her plus one on the shoulder.

Celestia laughed, calling over a chariot for them to ride on, flown by two pegasus men who were dressed as male strippers with winged stripper shoes with propellers. "No need to fret girls, my sexy chariot awaits us. See?"

Derpy pinched the bridge of her nose and hung her head to be shaken in disbelief. She was smiling and blushing, both at once, turned on by this shining ordeal of Flash Sentry and some other stallion man she knew nothing about. "Princess Celestia, unbelievable."

Celestia opened the side door to allow Derpy and Cheerilee in first. "You'd be surprised at the things I do to keep myself occupied here, girls. Now, tell these gentlemen where your dear Cheerilee lives, eh?"

Cheerilee woke up after they landed in front of her house and immediately tried to get out of the chariot. She crawled over the side and flopped down on her face, now unconscious from her second landing.

"She sure had a nice time, isn't that right, Derpy?" Celestia asked, stepping out of the chariot and bidding a temporary farewell to her charioteers, who quickly flew off knowing that she wanted her privacy. She picked Cheerilee up with magic and opened the door via the same media of doing so. She entered into the living room, right next to the entrance and sat Cheerilee down on the couch.

Making sure nopony saw their entrance, Derpy followed behind them and slowly closed the front door, locking it behind her. She turned her back to the door and leaned against it to sigh in great relief, only to see Celestia tearing Cheerilee's button-up shirt by each button, one popping off and flying in between Celestia's cleavage.

"Princess Celestia!" Derpy yelped, covering her mouth with both hands and stomping the ground once to get her attention. "Mmm-mmm!!!!" She shook her head to get her to stop doing that.

Celestia giggled. "How silly of me to try and get a peak at a mare's breasts without her even being awake yet! But it's too late for that, now isn't it?!" she exclaimed, her horn glowing with more magic and then blasting a sparkly beam of mist onto Cheerilee's bosom, causing the sleeping mare's breasts to inflate to a hyper breast state. "Don't freak out, Derpy. This particular spell with only last until the sun rises, which I shall do from here. Will you stay the night as well?"

Again, Derpy could not bear to say no. She nodded nervously in agreement, knowing full well what she had gotten herself into.

"Good, I'll prepare for you and Cheerilee in her room upstairs... if I can tell which room is hers up there. Wake her up for me, please?" Celestia announced to her, rubbing readily at her crotch. "Thanks to you, this will be my best night of the Grand Galloping Gala yet! I must properly thank you later, er...or, maybe... some time soon?"

Before Derpy could say anything, she found herself alone with the sleeping, inflated chubby chested Cheerilee, now stuck with the priority to wake her up somehow. Derpy walked over to her and then past her, getting a good look at how large her breasts were. Each one was twice the size of her head. That's one Cheerilee and four Cheerilee heads of weight. That's heavy. Of course, not that Cheerilee was fat, just now her breasts were fat. Obese. Monstrosities. Whatever you may call a single pair of breasts this large.

Derpy walked into the kitchen and spotted in the dish rack a large bowl that could be filled with well over a gallon of whatever. Celestia wanted Cheerilee up as soon as possible, and cold water seemed to work well in the cartoons and movies. What could possibly go wrong? Derpy filled up the bowl with as much ice cold water as she could and carried it into the living room to the couch where Cheerilee was in her sweet slumber.

"Sorry about this, Cheerilee..." Derpy choked to tell her, preparing to pour the water.

Having already found Cheerilee's room pretty easily, Celestia was sitting on the edge of the bed in some of Cheerilee's scarlet lingerie. Yes, she had snooped around quite a bit to find something to wear, and this peculiar piece of clothing aroused her eye and she could not bear to keep herself from putting it on.

She heard and audible splash, followed by Cheerilee screaming and Derpy crying and apologizing dozens of times.

"Wh-W...WHY ARE MY BREASTS SO FUCKING HUGE??!!!"

Then Cheerilee began crying.

Celestia heard crashing and bumping, Derpy saying "ow" a few times, then some loud hiccups from Cheerilee who she heard fall on her breasts and begin laughing from the fact that they protected her from facial impact with the hard ground. Derpy began laughing too.

Then, the laughing stopped, and Celestia could only hear quiet murmuring after that. She sighed rather impatiently, beginning to tap her foot to the ground, until she heard the two coming up the stairs. "Finally," she groaned, bringing aside the panties of the lingerie and letting loose her beast of a member, ready for whoever was willing to take it all first.

Cheerilee ran into the room and tripped over her own feet, falling forward, but catching herself swiftly and laughing. "Can't get me this time, gravity! I countered the force of my fall with an equal to or greater force to...yadda yadda ya! I teach that crap all day, I just wanna please my princess now." She then hiccuped.

"I love how you're so eager to do this, Cheerilee, my little pony, are you sure you have nothing to object about this?" Celestia asked the teacher with a deep red blush. "I know this is so very spontaneous of me to drag you back home at a time like this, from the Gala on top of that. I sincerely apologize if this is moving too quick for you."

Cheerilee laughed and kneeled by Celestia's dick, grabbing it in one hand and placing its warm and meaty figure upon her hot and plump cheek. This made the princess' dick slightly quiver and expand as if breathing. Cheerilee took the initiative and placed Celestia's member between her breasts and watching as the princess thrusted it lovingly right onto Cheerilee's lips, sobering her up a bit with its sweaty smell rising quickly like a cloud and flooding her nostrils. "You're a naughty, promiscuous princess, aren't you, Celestia?"

"Not as bad a teacher as you are, my little pony," Celestia said, and Cheerilee began to sticking the tip of Celestia's dick into her mouth. She popped off after getting a nice taste of Celestia's dripping precum, swallowing that much.

"Derpy my dear, would you mind finding me my lubricant? It's in one of the dresser drawers in my closet," Cheerilee ordered, as Derpy delivered the bottle of lubricant to the teacher, her friend, so she could squeeze lube from it, albeit with it making a peculiar farting noise which made the teacher and the princess giggle.

Derpy, half way closing her eyes and sitting in a chair behind them, seeing it now at a side view as it happened. She was flushed in a red she never knew her body could muster. But, she found her hand creeping down her skirt, and she lightly tread her nether region with her fingers. "What am I doing? Why am I doing this?" she muttered to herself. She was about to stop, but Celestia looked to her and said,

"Is there something wrong, Derpy?"

Cheerilee has a boyfriend! I have a daughter! You're the fucking princess of Equestria! YES, THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG! Derpy wanted to scream at her, but she scrunched her face and sighed, then letting herself go and beginning to finger herself. "No, not a thing. But this is all fairly new to me, y'know? You don't do this everyday so I might as well make the most of it, right?"

Cheerilee tried to speak while sucking Celestia's phallic mass, "That's the spirit, Ditzy!" Her voice was muffled greatly, and she was making Mmms and noms while bopping up and down on Celestia's penis.

Derpy was confused, but she paid it no mind and felt as her fingers began to create in her a lust that could not be tamed. She first paid no mind to it, as this was what the princess wanted, and Derpy wished for her to have a great night at the Gala. The only problem was, was that this seemed to be going too extremely like Sonic on meth and steroids, they were not even at the Gala anymore, and that it had strangely escalated to a point Derpy not only did not expect but did not see capable of being reached by these two individuals which she had come to respect so greatly... up until this point, that was.

What is my life?