Celestia's Growing Problem
Celestia had fallen on hard times. It seemed like it was just yesterday that she had been the Principle of the prestigious Canterlot High, one of the nation’s top schools. She was loved and respected by the all the education world. They called her a paragon of wisdom. She was happy then. But that was before Filthy Rich had approached her at Camp Everfree. He had gained an interest in the magical energies that seemed to surround the high school and wanted to bribe her into letting him snoop around at the school.
Celestia, of course, steadfastly refused. That’s when Filthy started playing dirty. He took Celestia to court, claiming than on four separate occasions, her incompetence had placed students in danger. Filthy’s daughter testified against Celestia and Luna, giving a massive sob-story about how the magical anomalies were their fault, forcing Celestia and Luna to fight legal charges of reckless endangerment. The newspapers owned by Filthy’s friends started pushing hit pieces on Celestia and Luna, public opinion blamed them for the attacks. The courts ruled in Filthy’s favor, no doubt thanks to some under-the-table 'campaign donations'. Celestia and Luna were discharged from their positions, and made into pariahs.
It had been a rough year. Recently, Celestia and her sister had found work at a ‘gentleman’s club’ as a way to help make ends meet. They were both in their upper-twenties, young enough to make a decent living at their new profession. Even still, it was a struggle to make ends meet, especially given the size of Celestia’s boobs. Her tiny A-cup breasts may have looked professional back when she was a high school principle, but they just didn’t pull in the money in her new line of work.
Celestia was by all respects a very pretty woman. She had soft pink hair, light pink eyes, and a thin 5'6 body with curves in all the right places, except the one that really mattered. She contemplated surgery from time to time, but the idea of cosmetic surgery was something she couldn’t come to terms with, plus it was expensive, and money was a resource she didn’t have.
Celestia couldn’t help but feel like she was destined for greater things, that her once prestigious position as a principle was just a taste of what the future had to offer her. She shook those thoughts from her head. She knew they were just silly delusions of grandeur. Besides, she needed to focus on driving. Especially given how hard the rain was coming down. Celestia looked down the road and saw Canterlot High. She gave a heavy sigh at the painful reminder of her old life. She was glad to be heading home. She wanted to see Luna and her boyfriend, Anon.
Suddenly there was a loud pop. Celestia quickly swerved her car to the side of the road and screeched to a halt. “Great. That’s just what I needed.” She sighed. “A blown tire…” She leaned backwards and rummaged around for her rain jacket and scarf. She put them on and stepped out into the torrential deluge. The rain was so thick, she could barely see other cars passing by. She opened her trunk and grunted as she pulled out the spare.
Celestia looked down the road to make sure there was no traffic coming. Sure enough, there was. But then something caught her attention, a human silhouette in the street, seemingly unaware of the oncoming vehicles. “Look out!” Celestia charged at the figure and pushed her out of the street just before an oncoming truck crashed into them. Celestia landed in a muddy gutter, completely drenching her. She opened her eyes and saw she had just saved a strange-looking woman. Celestia though she looked a little familiar, like she was once one of her students. It was a minty green woman with white and aquamarine hair.
The woman looked up at Celestia with wide eyes. “You saved my life!” She sputtered.
“It was nothing…” Celestia panted. “Just be more careful when crossing the street, okay?”
The hooded woman coughed and looked around. “Dang it! I hate it when I teleport into the road! It’s going to get me killed!”
Celestia was puzzled. “Teleport? What do you mean?”
The strange woman looked back and forth, as if checking to make sure they were alone. "You many find this hard to believe... But I'm not from around here. I'm from..."
"Equestria?" Celestia finished for her. “So you’re a pony?”
“Oh, good. I see you’re familiar with us. Yes I am. The name's Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings" She smiled. "I assume you are familiar with Equestrian magic then?”
“Yes…” Celestia said flatly. It’s not like it had ruined her life or anything. "But what are you doing just zapping around the city? I thought ponies couldn't use magic on Earth."
“Well, I'm not really supposed to be here." Lyra blushed "I snuck through Celestia's magic mirror portal when no one was looking. I just had to see what the human world was like! I was heading back home before any pony noticed I was gone. The portal's just over there." She pointed towards the large horse statue in front of the school.
"That still doesn't explain how you can use magic here." said Celestia.
"I'm not entirely sure either." Lyra shrugged. "As soon as I got here, I felt the presence of Equestrian magic! Like its been leaking through the portal or something. I couldn't channel it with my horn like normal, but I found out I can use these just as well." She flailed her fingers in front of Celestia's face.
"Your hands..." said Celestia.
"Yeah! My hands!" Lyra beamed " I'm probably the only one who's discovered how to channel magic on this world with them.” She said with a hint of pride. “But it’s super erratic, though. I’m lucky it didn’t deposit me inside of a wall again.”
“And this Celestia you mentioned earlier? She is your leader?” asked Celestia.
“Yup. The ruler of all Equestria. Her and her sister, Luna are the wisest ponies I’ve ever known. They'd probably be furious if they knew I was here, but I just couldn't pass this opportunity up. This place is amazing!"
“Of course she is…” Celestia slumped. Figures... Pony Celestia rules a world, whereas she couldn't even manage to rule a nightclub. Curse these small breasts!
“Do you want me to see if I can lend you a hoo-, I mean, hand with your self-propelled carriage?" asked Lyra "It’s the least I could do, given that you saved my life.”
Celestia blushed. “This might be asking a bit much, but could you cast a spell for me?”
“What did you have in mind?” Lyra shrugged. “Keep in mind that I’m not that great of a wizard, and magic is weird on your planet. I don't want to be responsible for any weird side effects."
Celestia decided to keep her wish short and simple. “What I really want is a bigger set of boobs. You think your magic can handle that?”
“Umm. Okay, I'll try.” Lyra started waving her hands in the air as if she was gathering an unseen energy. She then placed her hands directly onto Celestia’s chest.
“Uhhh...” Celestia blushed. Not that she could really feel her up through the rubber coat.
“Sorry, but I need to channel magic into you for this to work.” Lyra strained. “Hold still, please.”
Celestia didn’t know if it was all in her head or not, but she thought she could feel her breasts growing larger. This was it. She was going to have the largest boobs of everyone she knew. She could finally show up all the girls at the club who had made fun of her. It was finally happening!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the statue near Canterlot High. Celestia looked up just in time to see the bolt arc off the statue directly towards her. “Look out!” Lyra cried, but it was too late.
The bolt of lightning struck Celestia directly in the chest. She was thrown backwards and violently slammed into the back of her car. Her vision went blurry and she blacked out. When she came to, Lyra had disappeared. "Unnnghhhh" Celestia groaned. “Hello? Lyra? Lyra Heartstrings?” Celestia called out. “Are you alright?”
There was no response but a passing truck, which splashed a torrent of water onto her as it passed. Celestia growled, but realized there was little she could do about it. She went back to her car to change the tire and sighed. Celestia did a double-take at her breasts, just to make sure they were the same size they were before. “Am I going crazy?” she asked herself.
By the time Celestia had finished putting the spare on, she was completely drenched. Her clothes squished water all over the place as she got back into her car. She removed her scarf and opened her jacket to see if they were any larger and found… They were the exact same size. Celestia smirked. Thinking the magic might actually work bemused her a bit. It seemed every time magic showed up, trouble came with it. "It’s probably for the best that it was all just a hallucination.” Celestia thought as she started her car. “Playing with magic only invites trouble.”
Yet despite her supposed relief, Celestia couldn’t help but check her bust size every few minutes. Just to make absolutely certain that it hadn’t grown. But her hopes proved fruitless. Celestia arrived home with nothing to show for it but a splitting headache. She walked in from the pouring rain. “Luna! Anon! I’m home!” she yelled.
Luna was there to greet her in the kitchen, with a cup of hot chocolate. “How was work tonight?” She handed the warm drink to her sister.
Celestia removed her raincoat and rubbed her temples. “Ugh… It was awful. Chrysalis was being Chrysalis. And don’t get me started on this lousy weather.”
“You were a pretty late getting home.” said Luna. “Anon and I were worried about you.”
Celestia took a sip of the hot chocolate. “The car lost a tire, and I had to change it all by myself. It was weird.”
“What was?” asked Luna.
Celestia explained her hallucination to Luna, including the strange vanishing figure and how she had been struck by lightning.
“You’re lucky to be alive.” gasped Luna. “Are you sure this girl wasn’t just a hallucination caused by the electricity scrambling your brains?”
“I don’t know what to think.” Celestia finished her warm beverage. “All I know is I’m going to need a shower before going to bed. I can’t afford to get sick with how many hours I’m putting in, and this headache is killing me.”
“Okay.” said Luna. “Take care of yourself.”
Celestia entered her bedroom and saw Anon asleep on the bed. She smiled and ran her fingers through his short, brown hair which was draped over his green skin. She didn’t see a need to wake him. She would be going to bed soon. Celestia opened her dresser and pulled out her sleeping gown. She stepped into the bathroom and stripped down before entering the shower. Celestia smiled as the warm cascade of water dulled her headache to a more tolerable level. She started to feel better, a lot better. She looked down and hoped that her breasts had grown after all. She hoped in vain, they were the same petite size they had always been. Celestia snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the bathroom door opened. She looked out of the shower and saw it was Anon.
“Anon!” Celestia gasped.
“Sorry.” said Anon. “I came to check on you. Are you alright? Luna said you weren’t feeling well.”
Celestia chuckled. “I’m fine, Anon. I've just got a headache. I got a little too wet out there.”
Anon smirked in amusement at her comment.
Celestia was confused. “What? What did I say? - Oh!” She recognized the double entendre and blushed.
Anon put up a hand. “Sorry.” He grinned. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll just go.”
“No.” said Celestia. “It’s okay. In fact, why don’t you join me? It might help my headache.” Celestia pushed the shower curtain out of the way, revealing her soft, white body to Anon.
“Okay…” Anon slowly removed his clothes. He couldn’t take his eyes off Celestia. Sure, she wasn’t particularly well-endowed compared to other women, but she was still the best thing that had ever happened to Anon. He found something compelling about her classy, skinny chest.
Celestia watched with intent as Anon undressed. He wasn’t a big guy, standing at about five and a half feet tall and weighing around 150 pounds. In fact, she was about an inch taller than him. His green skin and simple brown hair were becoming sweaty in the steamy air. Unlike Celestia, he was uneducated and inexperienced, but she loved him all the same.
Anon stepped into the warm water behind Celestia. He could feel his body heating up as Celestia looked over her shoulder at him. He kissed Celestia on the neck and started rubbing her shoulders.
Celestia sighed. “Thank you, Anon….”
“You’re welcome.” He said. “Anything I can do for my goddess?”
Celestia giggled at his comment. Her, a goddess? What a laugh. But she knew he meant well. “You wouldn’t mind washing my hair would you? I’m really sore from work.”
“Sure.” Anon smiled. He squirted a handful of shampoo into his hand and started running it through Celestia’s hair. When her perfect, pink locks had been sufficiently lathered, Anon allowed the heavy waterfall to be wiped clean as the soap rushed down her back and over her large, white buttocks. Anon couldn’t help but watch the soap trickling down.
Celestia noticed where Anon’s attention had wandered off to. She smiled.
Anon sheepishly brought his attention back to Celestia’s eyes. “Do you need any more help…?” he asked suggestively.
“Not tonight, honey. I’m way too tired.”
“Okay.” Anon said. Celestia could tell he was trying to be sincere, but could still sense a hint of disappointment.
Celestia sighed, and turned off the water. She really wanted to pleasure him, but she knew if she pushed herself too hard, she wouldn't be able to get rested for work.
“Is there something wrong?” asked Anon.
Celestia rubbed her forehead. “I love you, Anon. And I know you love me. I just feel…inadequate.” She looked down at her petite mammaries.
“Is this about Chrysalis?” asked Anon. “Is she still giving you shit?”
“Yeah…” Celestia hung her head and gestured towards her breasts. “I just feel so insufficient compared to her. She’s got the biggest breasts in the business, she knows it, and she’ll step on anyone who gets in her way. I'm nothing compared to her.”
Anon stood up and looked Celestia in the eyes. “Look, it doesn’t matter how great her body is. Be proud of who you are.”
“But she's got natural E-cups. And I've only got...” Celestia started.
Anon placed a finger over her lips. “Your perfect the way you are.” said Anon. “Look at me. I’m a loser. I’m a high-school drop-out who makes a living telling jokes. You were a Principle. That’s way more successful than I could ever dream to be. Sure, you may be at the lowest of the lows right now. But you’re a smart woman, Celestia. And I’m not going to let you feel bad just because you’re not as well-endowed as one of your stuck-up co-workers.”
“Thank you, Anon.” Celestia leaned her head against Anon’s chest. “That’s just what I needed to hear.”
“Sure.” Anon embraced her in a hug. “But, we need to be getting to bed. We both have work tomorrow. Maybe we can spend some more time together this Friday, if you’re up to it. Would you like that?”
Celestia sighed happily. “Yes. Yes, I would.”
“Okay. You go ahead, and go off to bed. I’ll clean up the bathroom.” Anon broke the hug.
Celestia exited the bathroom, put on her nightgown and got into bed. Some quality time with Anon was just what she needed. And he was right. She just needed to be happy with what she had. She didn’t need some weird magic giving her a bigger bust. In retrospect, she felt very silly for even thinking about it. Celestia gave a sigh of relief that the whole incident was probably just a freaky hallucination. She just hoped Chrysalis didn’t find out about it.
"So, let me get this straight." Chrysalis grinned. "You let some tramp off the street cast a ‘magic spell’ on you, because you hoped it would make your boobs bigger?”
Celestia froze. Chrysalis wasn’t supposed to know about that.
“That’s the funniest thing I've heard all year.” Chrysalis slapped her knee and laughed. “Oh my god! You’re lucky you didn’t turn up on the side of a milk carton. And to think you used to take care of children! You can’t even take care of yourself!”
"I figured it didn’t hurt…." Celestia pleaded, as Chrysalis giggled like a schoolgirl.
“Well it looks like you finally got yourself a stalker, even if it is just a desperate lesbian." Chrysalis smirked. "Bout’ time. I got tons of them, and they’re the reason I carry a taser. I can’t believe you let some lady fondle you, under the promise that she’d use ‘magic’ to make your breasts bigger! Ha! That’s too much! But I guess if I had your rack, I'd be desperate too."
“I don’t even know if she was real.” said Celestia “She just disappeared after I talked to her.”
“Well, your imaginary friend isn’t going to magically give you a pair of melons like these.” Chrysalis jiggled her massive, black boobs. “But hey, at least she gave the club something interesting to talk about.” She walked off laughing.
Celestia sighed. It’s no use talking to Chrysalis she thought. Of all the strippers at The High Moon, Chrysalis's breasts were by far the biggest. And in this line of work, size mattered, a lot.
Night after night, Celestia pulled out all the stops. She would climb the pole all the way to the ceiling and slide slowly along its length upside-down, all while contorting herself in various ways for her pleasure of the audience. She would hop along the tables to give the patrons a peek at her feminine parts, all while nimbly dodging the customer’s drinks. She always gave 110%, and every night, after she collected her tips, she would watch Chrysalis perform, often while drunk, and effortlessly collect five times what she got.
It’s not like Chrysalis’ routine was that anything amazing. It was more the 'exotic factor' that made her the pride of the High Moon. She’d prance around in her skimpy g-string for a few minutes whipping her cerulean hair around, winking her deep green eyes at the audience and showing off her seductive black skin. All she had to do to get the cash flowing was strut around and allow her natural E-cups do the rest. Once she did this, men would practically fight for a position around the stage putting all manner of money at her feet and in her g-string.
Chrysalis would then visit each one of them, turning an occasional hat backwards or removing a pair of glasses off to milk even more money out of them. She would lean forward and engulf each of their faces in her fat, black ass. When she leaned forward the cash would be gone, and replaced by a smile on the patron’s face. After she had visited every guy that had any cash on him, she would twirl herself around the brass poles, basking in all the attention before exiting the stage. Sometimes she wouldn't even do any actual stripping. She would leave her G-string on to hold all of the money she raked in. This happened night after night after night for the past year. And tonight was no exception.
Celestia sat at the bar, nursing a drink and jealously watching her rival at 'work'. She was sucking up mountains of cash from the hordes of thirsty men. Celestia needed the money a lot more than Chrysalis did, but she didn’t have the rack for the industry. Her only saving grace was her well-rounded, white rear, which had led to some patrons nicknaming her ‘sun-butt’.
"Hey, Sister." said a familiar voice. Celestia looked up and saw Luna wearing a set of skimpy black lingerie. "Nice night, isn’t it? So, how’d you do?" She asked.
"For the last show or the whole night?" Celestia glumly responded, taking a sip of her cheap wine.
"Both." replied Luna. “You were on fire tonight! You must’ve raked in a load of cash for that last dance!”
"I got twenty-one for the last show. One-thirty-four for the night." mumbled Celestia. “That’s barely anything…”
“Oh…” Luna mumbled. She could tell Celestia was disappointed. "Well, I’ve made ninety-eight, and you’ve got one more show before closing time. We ought to be able to make rent by then." Luna changed to an optimistic tone. “Just don’t give up, sis.” She started to turn to leave, but Celestia stopped her.
“Wait a second, Luna. I've got a bone to pick with you!" remembered Celestia. "I thought you weren't going to tell anybody about that magical man." she hissed.
"I didn't." Luna gulped.
"Oh yeah, then how did our beloved co-worker find out?" Celestia asked, gesturing towards Chrysalis, who was lazily twirling herself around a pole. "She knows. It'll only be a matter of time before the whole club does."
"Gah! Fishnets promised she wouldn't tell anyone. I-I'm sorry Celestia, it just slipped out." admitted Luna. “She was talking about the Canterlot High incidents from last year, and the supposed magical sightings in the news, and I, well…”
"Thanks a lot." sighed Celestia, leaning her head on the bar. “Now Chrysalis will never shut up about it.”
"I'll make it up to you." said Luna.
"How? The cat's already out of the bag." Celestia pouted. “Everyone in the clubs gonna be talking about it.”
"Watch." replied Luna looking over her shoulder and turning to see if Chrysalis was watching. Celestia knew what Luna was about to do. She snuck over to the stage while Chrysalis was busy rubbing her ass in some guy’s face. Luna snatched a fistful off bills from the stage and slinked back through the crowd. She counted out about seventy dollars’ worth of tips. "Here, buy yourself something nice. I’ll pay for the rent this month." offered Luna.
“Are you crazy? You can’t just take money from the stage like that! What if Mcree finds out!? He’ll fire you!” Celestia sweated.
“No he won’t.” Luna smirked. “He likes me.”
"Don't you think Chrysalis will notice?" asked Celestia. “You know she’s a massive whore when it comes to greenbacks.”
"As much as she rakes in, she'll never miss it." replied Luna.
"True." admitted Celestia as she looked at the carpet of money at Chrysalis' feet. She took the money and placed it in her purse. "Thanks, Luna."
"No problem." said Luna. "See you in half-an-hour. I've got to get ready for my last dance."
Celestia sighed and ordered another shot. "Likewise..."
After her last dance of the night, Celestia headed to the dressing rooms to retrieve her clothes. She heard yelling and arrived in the rooms just in time to see Chrysalis slap Luna across the face with a massive backhand, dropping her to the floor.
"I didn't do it, Chrysalis. Please stop. Please!" Luna begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Don’t lie to me! I saw you take them, you deceitful little wretch!" Chrysalis placed her foot on Luna's chest and began to stomp down, eliciting a guttural whine from her. "You want to know what happens to people who take my things?"
"No! Don’t!" Luna whimpered. “I’m sorry!”
"Get away from her, you bitch!" yelled Celestia, throwing her body at Chrysalis.
But Chrysalis was far faster than Celestia. She responded to Celestia's attack with a powerful backhand across the face that nearly caused Celestia to black out.
Blurry eyed, Celestia threw a punch at Chrysalis, but Chrysalis easily dodged it and did a quick about-face against Celestia. Spinning around and catching Celestia’s face with another powerful strike.
Celestia staggered backwards, the wind completely knocked out of her. But Chrysalis wasn’t going to let her off easy. She charged at Celestia, her naked breasts wildly bouncing off each other as she closed the distance between herself and her target.
Just as Celestia began to regain her composure, Chrysalis slammed into her with all of her might and sent her flying backwards into a wall. Celestia’s head bounced against it with a sickening crack, she let out a moan of pain as she slid onto the floor and collapsed in a heap.
With distorted vision, Celestia looked up to see Chrysalis standing over her. Her hands were planted high on the wall to either side of Celestia. As she leaned over, her massive black breasts swayed in Celestia's face. "Mind your business, bitch! This is between me and your whore of a sister!”
Celestia whimpered in agony. That was all she could manage to get out.
“I’ll go easy on you this time.” Chrysalis grinned. “But if you screw with me again, I promise, I’ll kick your ass! Got it?" Chrysalis then turned her attention back to Luna, who was in a sobbing heap on the floor. “This is between me and you, bitch!”
Chrysalis walked over to Luna and grabbed a handful of Luna's long, blue hair and forced her to stand up. Poor Luna only stood nipple high to the Chrysalis’ towering form. "What’s mine is mine." Chrysalis snarled to her whimpering Co-worker. "Did you really think I wouldn’t see you back there? That you could just walk over and take my shit? I didn’t get to the top by being stupid!”
“I’m sorry!” Luna winced. She reached into her bra, pulled seventy dollars out and handed it to Chrysalis. “Here’s your money back!”
"Give me all of it!" said Chrysalis sternly. “Think of it as a ‘I fucked up’ fee. A little way to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
Luna slowly pulled a few dollars from her bra and handed it to Chrysalis.
"I said all of it!" Chrysalis snarled, yanking Luna’s bra off with an audible ‘rip’. The remaining money fell from Luna’s breasts. Chrysalis forced Luna’s head low. “Pick it up.” She ordered. The sobbing Luna had little choice but to obey. "Now put it in my panties." Chrysalis opened her G-string.
Luna did as she was told.
Chrysalis patted Luna on the head. "There we go. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?" said Chrysalis, letting her tight panties snap back into place. "Stay out of my way, Luna. I know you’re friends with the boss, but I catch you touching my shit again, I won't be nearly this nice." She turned and exited the dressing room.
Celestia let out a faint moan as her vision started to fade away. “Celestia, are you okay? Celestia!?” She could hear Luna yelling before she blacked out.
