The Court Dancers and the Sun
Bouncing. Bouncing everywhere!
Resting her cheek on her fist, Celestia let out a long, quiet sign, listening to the stallion before her as he proposed idea after idea of ways to improve Equestria’s use of tax money, social status, lodgings for citizens, and any number of different things he could think of.
The throne she sat upon was starting to make her ass numb; particularly the side she'd been leaning on to support herself through this tedium. She shifted herself a bit, but even that didn't seem to relieve the growing pain on her hip and pelvic bone.
"–so, as I've shown here,” the dark stallion chattered. No matter how frantic his movements were as he pointed at several bits of data on the graph, his top hat and monocle never shifted from his head. “The constant flux of the market would dramatically decrease. Thereby stabilizing the lines on the money graph to a slight bumping-- no more of this bouncing nonsense; nearly flat-lining if at all possible. Ugh, all that up and down nonsense is enough to make a pony sick–" It looked to Celestia, and the more she thought about it the more she believed it to be true, that the two items may very well have been superglued to his face.
But something he'd said had sparked an idea in her. A thought. An ever building thought she couldn't let go of even if she wanted to.
"Bouncing," he'd said.
Bouncing… bounce. Bounce. Bounce!
Celestia smiled inwardly, a devilish smile she was all too familiar with. An overfilling sensation of excitement swelled in her chest, the same sensation she usually got while pranking her sister, Luna, or faithful student, Twilight. She held her face as neutral and passive as she always did, whether sad, angry, or bored to tears, she held her flat expression steady.
Oh, what a delicious idea this is!
The stallion dribbled on about his numbers, tophat and monocle ever the unmoving constant, same as his mouth, continuing with word after word, constantly.
Suddenly, Celestia twitched her left breast, bouncing it ever so slightly beneath her low-cut dress. The movements and timing were deliberate and partially hidden so the pony before her would only see it for an instant as he turned to look at his graphs. He turned back an inch as if to see what he'd seen had happened, but the Princess wasn't about to give up her game just yet.
She watched him turn again, and again she bounced her left bust.
He turned to look at her fully, his eyes trailing up and down over her for a moment. He hummed to himself quietly, thinking, then continued again with his words until– she did it again. He was sure of what he'd seen this time, Celestia knew, and the look of unsureness as to if he should say anything was near priceless in her eyes.
Should I say anything? Is she flirting with me? Is she testing me? Is this a prank? Is she hinting at a quickie? Celestia's thoughts mocked what she knew he must be thinking.
Celestia sat up, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high to give the impression that her little 'outburst' was over. He sighed, relieved, and then–
Bounce
She moved, blatantly bouncing both her tits as he was looking at her, full-on and without a doubt facing her, she moved.
"Is something wrong, Bottom Line?" she asked, as if she were unaware of what she'd done or was testing him.
He cleared his throat and pulled on the collar of his suit before answering, "N-no, nothing at all–"
Bounce She did it again.
"Your Majest–"
Bounce… Bounce
"Please–"
Bounce Bounce Bounce
"Can we please get back to–" he tried.
Celestia was having none of it. She flexed the muscles under her breasts sporadically as if her tits had become possessed by magical jumping beans.
Bottom Line stomped his hoof shortly and ran a hand through the folds of his overcoat, trying to compose himself. "What I'm getting at here is–"
In the blink of an eye Celestia crossed the space between them and, standing over him, she leaned forward and pressed one of her slender fingers to his lips. She softly shushed his next bout of rambling and smiled. In a matter of moments, however, it turned from a sweet and loving smile of a mother to her child to that of a mischievous, cunning grin of a trickster. It was the kind of smile a person gets when they know they're not supposed to be doing something but they're doing anyway; like the bad idea a person gets that makes them laugh and nopony knows what they're laughing at.
The stallion tucked his bottom lip under his top one, his face having a subtle red tint that was becoming less and less subtle the more he stared at her. Though normally a stiff pony in the way he moved and acted, Celestia noticed his whole body had gone nearly rigid with his hands and fingers pointing behind himself. It was as if he were willing himself to take a step but couldn't.
Celestia's tits began twitching and bouncing again. Celestia closely watched Bottom Line, who'd been watching, red faced, dawned on the realization that the bouncing she'd been teasing him with was in the sequence of none other than the melody of the Chicken Dance.
Left left right right left left right
right right left left right right left
left left right right bounce bounce right
bounce bounce bounce
Left left right right left left right
right right left left right right left
left left right right bounce bounce right
bounce bounce bounce
Celestia, for all her regality, was bouncing her tits to the beat of the most annoying song ever made. Even better, she could see the melody playing out in Bottom Line's head. The flush on his face was made better by the fact that he only stood as tall as her collarbone. He was staring wide eyed, trying to tuck his lips in and biting them as if he, or they, would somehow offend her.
Left left right right left left right
right right left left right right left
left left right right bounce bounce right
bounce bounce bounce
He mumbled and stuttered, trying so hard to speak, but as he tried, he failed every time to the hypnotic bouncing rhythm of Celestia's swinging bust. The annoying song coupled with her god-like mammaries made for an awkwardness he could not break and soon he broke out into a sweat.
Celestia stopped her playful, dancing sweater-puppies and began using those same muscles under her breasts to heave them in eccentric patterns or ups and downs, left to right, clockwise, counter clockwise, and concentrically did her tits lunge beneath her dress. The titular motions were unnatural and almost threatening, even to Celestia.
The look of discomfort on Bottom Line's face, as well as his reddened discoloration, shifted to near disgust and fear for his safety. He turned promptly and walked as fast as his legs would allow him from the throne room and slammed the door shut after himself.
A raucous laughter broke out from behind the door, which echoed down the many hallways of the castle..
*********
Bottom Line leaned against the door, his chest trying desperately to control his breathing and his mind trying desperately to control his confusion, as well as the growing bulge in his pants.
From down the hallway he heard the approaching click click clicking of shoed hooves. When the owner of the sound came 'round the corner, Bottom Line was relieved to see Princess Luna as the source of the sounds.
He ran over to her and clasped her hands in his own. He looked into her eyes with what he hoped was concern and not the confusion he'd gotten to know so very well in the last few seconds.
"H-hello?" Luna asked, surprised by his gesture.
"My dear Princess! It's your sister, she is–" he stopped.
Luna's breasts as well had begun the hypnotic dance that now plagued his memory.
Bottom Line rubbed his eyes furiously in hopes that her tits had not just started galloping to the beat of "Beat It" by Mounting Yakkson. He looked again, but there they were, undulating beneath her silk dress as if nothing about this were strange at all.
Worst, or best, of all, Bottom Line could easily make out Luna's nipples poking at the fabric of her dress as her tits swung to the beat. Her bust might have been smaller than Celestia's, but Luna's was far more articulate because of the size difference.
"What in the ever loving Everfree is bucking going on!" he screamed.
Suddenly the door opposite himself and the younger, titular princess burst open, and in its archway stood the captain of the Lunar Guard, Stella Sabre, In full uniform along with her entire platoon of guards. A second of relief passed through Bottom Line...that was until he noticed the the fanged mare's head was bobbing to a beat only she could hear.
Dread crashed over Bottom Line as Stella turned around and began bouncing her ass cheeks to the same beat as her Princess of the Night. That in itself would have been enough, but, and saw plenty of butt, the guard captain had removed her rear plating and garments from her uniform and her backside was on full display as she bent over and bounced her luscious ass.
Second after horrifying, boner-inducing second passed in his mind before the batmare called out to her platoon, "Fall in, ye cock-slobberrring cunts!"
And to his horror, mare and stallion alike turned about-face, bare assed and bent over, and followed their captain's ass jiggling movement as Luna took her place at the far side, bouncing her delicious ass with her troops.
The doors to the throne room burst open a second later to reveal a line of Solar Guards, with their captain in the center and Celestia at the far end.
"Cease this infernal ass shaking!" commanded the guard.
At this point, it only made sense in some twisted way that the Sols would do something equally as ludicrous, and Bottom Line was right. It did not stem his shock and aw, it made it worse.
"Breasts and chests are superior bouncing body parts!" the Sols captain yelled, and his entire line of mare, and stallions, began bouncing their pecs and breasts to Celestia's breast version of the Chicken Dance, chorus and all.
Nopony saw Bottom Line after that day, but a high increase in demand for "Bounce Porn" sprang out of nowhere and has fueled Equestria's economy since.
