The surf came crashing in and out, in and out, and the briny smell of the ocean came billowing in on the sunbaked breeze.
Celestia murmured incoherently as she pulled the blankets close over herself. The bed creaked and groaned as she rolled away from the light and the source of the breeze. The covers formed a great hill that rose up from the mattress with her hooves peeking out at the bottom. Her wings splayed out limply from her back, unfurled.
“I woke up to see the sunrise again today,” a voice spoke out to her, calm and quiet.
She mumbled again and pushed her muzzle deeper into the pillow.
“I have seen it so many times—I have been a part of it so many times—you would think it would not mean anything to me anymore. I have pulled the moon down and watched you raise the sun time and time again. But sitting out there on the porch and watching it just come rising up over the ocean all by itself, with no pressure on me to do anything…there was something magical about that. I suppose that is what most ponies experience when they see the sunrise or the sunset.”
There was the rustling flip of a page.
“I recall asking if you would want to join me, for old times’ sake. Waking up at the crack of dawn—to make the crack of dawn, you might say. Just like we did every day. And now here you are, still in bed, and it is past noon.”
Silence. After a few seconds Celestia rolled back to the other side with a drowsy groan, even if it meant turning her face to the open window.
“You know, sister,” Luna said, raising her voice as she looked up at the great swollen shape on the bed, “I may not govern the realm of sleep anymore, but I did not relinquish any of those powers to Twilight either, and as such I am very much aware that you are awake.” Her horn lit up with a magical aura and the blanket was yanked down, uncovering the swelling curves that made up Celestia’s form, white-furred flesh exposed to the air in its entirety.
“Nnn…nooo…!” the alicorn cried out like a petulant filly. She reached blindly and desperately for the blankets, but Luna kept the cloth out of reach. “It’s so comfy!”
“Gods, it is a good thing you are deposed now, could you imagine what it would have been like for one of our retainers to come in and see you like this?” The other mare shook her head and clicked her tongue in disappointment. “It would only be a matter of time before it found its way to the headline of the Canterlot Gazette: ‘Expectant Princess Sleeps Through Whole Day. When reached for comment, her reply was “I was too comfy to get my fat ass out of bed!”’”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” Celestia grumbled with a huff. She laid there weakly on the bed a while longer, huddled around the warmth of her midsection, before she fought with her unwieldy body to get into a sitting posture on the edge of the mattress, grunting and groaning in a decidedly un-princess-like manner all the while. This was appropriate enough as it had been several months since either she or Luna had been a princess of Equestria. They had both done quite a lot that could be described as un-princess-like.
The reign of Twilight Sparkle had been going smoothly for Equestria and the world at large thus far, and as such Celestia and Luna had been given more than ample opportunity to enjoy their retirements. Of course, where most ponies going into retirement would have been settling for a life of simple and quiet pleasures (aside from the occasional paintball match at Silver Shoals), the two alicorns, despite being exponentially older, had been all too eager to make use of their newfound free time experiencing all of the thrills that the world had to offer. The seaside estate they currently occupied was only one of many abodes that they had chosen to stay at, taken by whatever whims carried them. Especially Celestia—Luna had gotten much of her fill during that road trip they took before their abdication, and she was reasonably content to follow along with her sister’s whims more often than not at this point. She just couldn’t help herself; for as much traveling she had done as part of royal business, there was still so much of her own country that she hadn’t had the time to experience. So many places, so many activities, so many foods, so many ponies…
The present condition of her body suggested that she’d had quite a lot of “intimate” experience with stallions in particular.
As Celestia settled her hooves on the bedroom floor, her belly heaved between her legs, filling her lap, and came only a few inches shy of brushing against the floorboards as well. The sprawling dome of flesh was rounded and taut, like a balloon, the skin firm, warm to the touch. Her navel was popped outward, a further bump upon the curved surface at its farthest end. The whole mass was immense, significantly altering the shape of her physique, gone from slender and curvaceous to rotund, her gut perhaps large enough to contain the entirety of pre-retirement Celestia were it not already packed full of unborn life, their warmth melding with her own.
With another undignified grunt she stood, and her wings extended behind her to provide some counterbalance—she had grown so used to them hanging off of her back, and now they were vastly exceeded by the bulk of her front. Her buttocks and thighs wobbled freely as they ceased their contact with the mattress, themselves having plumped up significantly in a time when she no longer needed to worry about monitoring her consumption of cakes, a process that had accelerated further after the pregnancy began, resulting in an ass which could scarcely be contained by any seat she came across. Her breasts similarly trembled upon the upper slope of her gut, splayed slightly to either side, themselves affected not only by her eating habits but also by the swelling supplies of milk within her mammaries in preparation for nourishing foals.
Speaking of which, another moan escaped her lips as she felt the pressure shifting. She tenderly cupped at the bloated globes, a task which was easier said than done given that their circumference was too great to be contained within the span of her arms. Their breadth and curvature was so great that she could scarcely see her own nipples as she reached to touch them with the tips of her fingers, and the bare sensitive flesh sent a tingle through her. It also prompted a spurt of fluid over her hand.
“Let me guess.” Luna’s droll voice called out to her again as there was another flip of a page. “You forgot to drain yourself before you went to sleep. And since you slept in extra late, that makes for even more build-up.”
Celestia didn’t answer, only panted and huffed as she staggered around the bed. It may not have helped that she had just gotten out of bed and been in a state of urgency, but her movement was far from graceful. Her thighs ground together as she took one shuffling step after another and her buttocks jiggled, ripples spreading through the sun-shaped cutie marks that adorned her flanks. She had to push against the sagging bulk of her belly, swaying and bobbing pendulously with her awkward gait.
She made her way through a side door—a door which was becoming more and more of a snug fit as time went on—and into a bathroom. While the bedroom was relatively plain, most prominently bearing the namesake bed and a few other simple furnishings, this space was far more lavish, resembling facilities at a bathhouse. Nowadays, though, the huge tub set into one corner of the floor and the similarly sized glass-walled shower in another corner weren’t quite as spacious when she occupied them anymore.
Her attention, however, was focused upon the sink. Approaching it was easier said than done with her midsection jutting so far in front of her, forcing her to lean forward until her back was nearly parallel with the floor and her hanging gut was touching it. She grasped her breasts, heaving them over the porcelain basin, clasping as much of the tender nipples as she could manage. She then squeezed, producing a gushing torrent of milk from the pert yellow mounds which splattered out from the sink, scattering flecks of white everywhere as it began to fill, and the lowing groan that escaped her throat was, appropriately, not unlike the mooing of a cow.
This went on for a few solid minutes, forcing out the contents of her breasts in intermittent spurts as she applied pressure, moaning all the while. Celestia was scarcely paying attention after the first minute, only riding the pleasurable waves that wracked through her with each pumping motion she applied to her breasts. A pool steadily accrued in the sink as it filled faster than it could drain. Droplets splashed over the mirror that hung above the sink, covering the reflection of the disheveled, aroused alicorn.
At long last it was over, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief as she leaned forward. With her breasts still held in front of her, they made a more than adequate pillow for her head to rest upon, nestling into her own cleavage, making it more than comfortable for her to slump there against the bathroom countertop and—
“Don’t go falling asleep in there,” Luna bleated from the other room.
Celestia snorted as she jumped, and her gut bumped against the cabinets on the front of the counter. Had she really just been on the verge of nodding off again?
With another groan, the rush of adrenaline wearing off, she turned and stumbled back to the bedroom. The weight of her body seemed all the more apparent now, pulling down on her, yearning to be in contact with the floor. Her alicorn strength had always made her capable of feats beyond the normal pony but having to deal with this every waking hour of the day was gradually taking its toll on her. And yet, at the same time, she didn’t feel much need to complain about it. The weight brought with it warmth, a pleasant reminder of her condition.
“So, now that that is done, what is on the agenda today? What adventures is the former princess of the sun going to get up to?” The other mare spoke just a little less harshly, though she still kept her attention focused upon the book she held over her chest.
Luna’s body may not have been as expansive as her sister’s but it still spoke a great deal of her own indulgence which had taken place over the course of the past few months. While Celestia had always had a sweet tooth, Luna had quickly proven to have a voracious appetite that wasted no time in taking its toll upon her figure, adding a significant layer of dough around her frame, her face rounded and her limbs thickened, her own ass large enough to test the limits of the seat she currently occupied. One would be forgiven for not noticing the sizeable paunch that spilled past her waist and occupied her lap, though, with their attention being taken first by the ponderous girth of her bosom, enormous globes which sprawled over her abdomen, enough to act as a portable shelf for her—bigger than Celestia’s without her even getting herself pregnant. As she had been awake for some time she had already taken the effort to get herself dressed, wearing a shawl which clung around the girth of her chest and hung loose around her legs.
“Mmm…” Celestia hummed in thought to herself. She pursed her lips as her eyes wandered to the side, over to the bed with its tangled mess of sheets and its increasingly worn down frame. To just lie down again was so tempting, but she could feel Luna’s piercing gaze upon her in turn. She clutched at the underside of her belly, feeling the smooth surface where it brushed against her thighs. “I don’t really feel like doing much in particular…but I suppose I ought to get out and stretch my legs. I can, uh…go down to the beach.”
“That’s the ticket.” Luna smiled, just faintly, as she turned another page.
= = = = =
Celestia took in a deep breath of the salty breeze, filling her with vitality. She may not have cared for it while she was trying to sleep (or to feign sleep), but as she stepped out onto the sand it was a pleasant experience. The sunbaked sand itself was scorching to most ponies, but to her it suffused her with a reminder of what it was once like to feel the stellar light with her magic and to move the heavens. There were few places more pleasant to be than the shore during the summer.
She needed all of that strength, because she had a great ordeal ahead of her.
To carry her enormous foal-filled body was one matter, it was another entirely to also be lugging around the accommodations necessary for a day of leisure on the sand. Over one shoulder she had slung both an umbrella and a basket full of supplies, pressing against the slopes of her side. The other arm held onto a folded chair, the sharp metal bits of which were far more burdensome to deal with any time they banged against her. As she stepped away from the worn wooden supports which held up the bulk of the house from the sand, it didn’t take long before she was having to ascend, climbing up the dune that separated the residences from the shore proper; adding loose, uneven terrain to this struggle didn’t make things any easier. She was wearing a broad hat over her head and already she was feeling herself sweat as the sun beat down upon her.
The alicorn had quickly donned a bikini before she left, the golden fabric of which likely would have been enough to thoroughly cover a typical mare, but for her this was only just enough to retain modesty. The triangular cups of the top kept her nipples covered but there were still vast swathes of the white globes left exposed. The briefs covered her groin, not that that could be seen with her belly hanging over her waist anyway, but they left a sizeable portion of the crevasse between her ass cheeks exposed, which could only occasionally be censored by the swaying motions of her tail. This was the third bikini she’d had to upgrade to since the start of her pregnancy (and she’d already gone up a couple sizes before the swelling of her midsection and mammaries started in earnest) and it was likely going to need to be replaced as well before long.
She had her billowing rainbow mane tied back to keep it out of her eyes, trailing down her back in between her wings. For the moment, though, her gaze was mostly angled downward as she trudged forward. This would have kept her eyes focused on the movement of her legs, one hoof in front of the other, remaining steady, but instead she was only seeing tit and gut. That soothing salty breeze seemed like a distant memory already as she kept trudging forward, overencumbered and unable even to see where she was-
“O-oh!”
She looked up. On the one hand, she was nearing the crest of the dune, the hardest part of her journey nearly complete. On the other hand, somepony was careening directly toward her, too quickly to step.
In a fraction of a second, Celestia weighed her options: she didn’t think that she’d be able to hold her ground in a head-on collision. Both of them would tumble back down the slope, tossing her belongings. Her body likely wouldn’t have sustained much damage, but her unborn passengers were a separate and far more vital consideration. She could not take that risk.
Fortunately, leisure had not dulled her reflexes when it came to urgent matters. Luna likely would have questioned her going to the effort of carrying her belongings by hand instead of using her levitation, but she had felt some need to exert herself rather than to take the easy way out. She was still just as capable as she had been prior to her abdication, and that made it effortless for her to reach out with her magic and hold the errant pony in a field of golden light, stopping him in place.
The pony, a stallion, released his held breath after a few seconds, and his eyes opened. “Prin-…Princess Celestia?” he asked, aghast as she set him on the ground again. He was a tall pegasus with a windswept mane of dark blue hair and a lighter blue coat, though much of that was hidden by the tight spandex of a surf suit. He was familiar, albeit Celestia more often saw him wearing a suit that was blue with jagged yellow lightning bolt patterns. “Oh, I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going!” he stammered, and she thought that he was just about ready to get on his knees and plead to her, “Are you alright?”
“Please, Soarin’, it’s…it’s fine,” she replied. She unconsciously felt some of her routine royal demeanor rising up from the depths where it had been buried, and she chuckled faintly. This was offset by her still being exhausted, though, panting for breath. “Just a little…winded. And please, you don’t…you don’t need to call me ‘Princess’ anymore, we’ve been over this.”
“Ah, y-yeah, I know,” Soarin’ said sheepishly, “it’s just…old habits, you know.” He was blushing, obviously embarrassed, though his eyes were also drawn conspicuously to the alicorn’s cleavage. Celestia imagined he might not have been too put off by running into her if it had meant having his face fall squarely between those globes.
“Well…I won’t keep you, clearly you were in a hurry.” She stepped closer, finally ascending to the apex of the dune. Soarin’ was fairly tall for a stallion, but as they stood on equal footing it became apparent how Celestia was on a whole different level, over a head taller than him (with the spire of her horn adding an extra foot on top of that). She brushed against him with the side of her hip as she went past. “I apologize for any inconvenience I might have caused.”
“Oh n-n-no, not at all! In fact—” He reached to take the folding chair from her. “-here, the least I can do is help you with this, you shouldn’t have to carry so much by yourself!”
Celestia smirked and chuckled to herself as she watched him fidget nervously. She supposed it was a bit counterintuitive to her desire to be active, but she couldn’t say no to such a gentlemanly stallion.
Especially a stallion whose form was so tantalizingly presented to her. A stallion wearing a suit that clung tightly to his toned musculature. A stallion whose throbbing groin was oh so poorly hidden.
It was even more impressive when set free, of course.
“I suppose I can’t pass up such a chivalrous offer,” she finally replied, and she winked to him, eliciting a blush from the other pony.
And so, the two of them made their way down the other side of the dune, toward the shore. Though it was the height of summer, this beach was somewhat exclusive, reducing the traffic a fair deal, thus there were only a few scattered gatherings of ponies and other creatures across the sands, basking in the sunlight or splashing in the surf. Soarin’ was saying something to her about how Spitfire had asked him to go back for food and supplies, and further down the beach Celestia noticed a blue and yellow Wonderbolt-themed umbrella that she had to imagine was their party. Poor Soarin’, being run ragged by his flight commander even when they were on vacation. No wonder he had some steam to let off from time to time.
“So, uh, where do you think you’d like to set up?” he then asked.
Celestia hummed in thought as she kept looking. She recognized a number of influential ponies from Equestria and the countries beyond. A great many ponies were taking time off. Starlight Glimmer and Trixie from the School of Friendship. Thorax the changeling, Ember the dragon, and Rainshine the kirin visiting from their respective kingdoms. A gathering of a huge sect of the Apple and Pie families made up the largest group on the beach.
No Twilight Sparkle, though, as far as she could see, and that saddened her just a little every time she came out here. She had to imagine that her former apprentice was still having quite the time adjusting to her new position as sole ruler of Equestria, but she nonetheless wished that she would ease up from time to time.
And it was always amusing whenever they met these days, and the purple mare’s jaw dropped upon seeing what her predecessor had been getting up to.
“Well…I suppose we can go—”
“My word.” A posh, stuffy voice spoke out amidst the crashing waves. “Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Celestia herself standing in front of me?”
They both looked to the side—or rather, Celestia did, and Soarin’ tried to do the same only to find a wall of white-furred flesh in the way, and then leaned forward to look around the alicorn’s bulk. There was another pony who came sauntering in their direction, a slate gray stallion, though his luxuriant pale mane almost seemed closer to a mare’s. Celestia recognized him as well from the socialite ranks of Canterlot, but she didn’t often see him so far from professional capacity.
Not often.
Where Soarin’ had just about his entire body covered (detailing aside), Hoity Toity was dressed in nearly the opposite manner. The only thing keeping this stallion decent—if that could even truly be said—was a thong covering the meat between his legs, bobbing tantalizingly as he walked, and Celestia amusingly saw that the string wrapping around his hips was so thin as to be virtually unnoticeable. A follower of the fashion critic would have been astonished to see him wearing nothing in the way of the premier coats and suits and tuxedos that he was known for, fully baring his trim physique. The only thing typical of his public appearances that remained, and the only other article that he wore, was his trademark purple sunglasses. They obscured his eyes, but she still felt as if his gaze was focused upon her.
“Ah, Hoity, so you’re on vacation too?” Celestia asked with a soft smile as he approached. “It appears this is a popular place to be. I already found that the Wonderbolts seem to be taking time off too.”
Soarin’ waved, still partially obscured by the girth of her midsection.
Hoity Toity’s expression was inscrutable. After a few moments he responded, “Hmm, yes, quite. Sadly, not exactly, this is only a bit of a layover, I’ve got to head back on the road tomorrow for a show in Las Pegasus.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” she replied, pouting, “I wouldn’t have minded having you over for dinner again.”
He snickered, and there was the faintest hint of a blush around his cheeks. “Perhaps another time then, Tia darling. I should count myself lucky I got the chance to see you at least before I had to head out. That makes two lovely alicorns in one day.”
“Two?” she repeated, blinking at him. “Did you see Luna?”
“Ah, no, not Luna, though I wouldn’t have minded…seeing her.” There was a throb in his thong. “No, I passed by the dear royal family of the Crystal Empire back that way.” He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder, and Celestia looked further down the shore and saw a glimpse of somepony she recognized—a tricolor mane of yellow and purple and magenta.
“Oh, Cadence!” she exclaimed, and her features lit up again as she patted Soarin’ on the back to urge him forward (with a gasping yelp from the force of the blow), “Let’s head over that way! Oh, thanks Toity Woity for pointing her out, I might have missed her otherwise.” And she leaned over so she could plant her muzzle on the gray stallion’s cheek. His stalwart demeanor faltered with a flinch, his shades falling askew over his snout.
“Ah, y-yes, quite pleased to have been of assistance, T-Tia,” he stammered back, “Well, I suppose I ought to be…headed back to my quarters, I still have some…packing to do.” With a final nod and the faintest hint of a smile, Hoity Toity then walked off, his tail wagging faintly behind him. He was not especially athletic, his diet and regimen more focused on having as little excess body fat as possible, but there was just a little bit of wobble in his ass as he pumped his hooves back and forth.
Celestia could have grabbed him there if she’d really wanted a reaction, but she didn’t want to embarrass him in public.
“Tia?” She was brought back to focus on her surroundings by Soarin’ speaking to her, puzzled. “Toity…Woity?”
“You don’t think you’re going to get to nicknames if you keep calling me ‘Princess’, do you?” she said with a chuckle as she reached around the pegasus to hold him close to herself, pressing into the pliant warmth of her bosom and the taut dome of her midsection, and he nearly stumbled to the sand as she started to walk forward.
So together they crossed the beach, coming close to a couple who were sitting underneath a pink and blue umbrella, close enough that they could hold their hands together. No denying the mare now, with the purple-tipped feathers of her wings sticking out from the sides of the and a horn rising up through her bangs, one of only a handful of ponies to hold such a distinction. Of course, she was familiar with the stallion as well, white fur and wild blue mane, from the time he was just the brother of her student to being a captain of the royal guard up to his wedding with a princess.
“Careful, sweetie, don’t go too far out over the water!” he called out, and the mare giggled. The two ponies had their attention focused upon a far younger alicorn who was fluttering in the air over the waves, sea foam spraying on her, laughing as another stallion, red and orange, waist deep in the water, seemed to desperately be trying to coax the foal into coming closer.
As such they scarcely noticed when Celestia came up beside their camp and set down her basket and umbrella with a muffled thump. “You two didn’t tell me you were going to be on holiday here,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh, Celestia!” Shining Armor exclaimed, nearly jumping in his seat as he turned toward her. There was a reflexive twitch in his right arm, as if he was about to snap a salute to her. Did he remember that he wasn’t captain of the guard anymore, or that she wasn’t a princess anymore?
“Oh, aunty! What a pleasure to see you!” Cadence replied, far more calmly, smiling up at her before extricating herself from her seat to greet her. A bit easier said than done, her form swollen and unwieldy, snug in the confines of the chair, so low to the ground. It appeared as if the Princess of Love had been living up to her name, her frame doughier, full breasts hanging from her chest, and as she embraced Celestia her own rotund, gravid stomach pressed up against the white globe, far smaller, only about the size of a medicine ball, but no less prominent. Celestia relished in the warmth which she felt from her, a heat different from fire or the sun, pulsating and passionate.
“Have you been enjoying yourself still?” she then asked. With a knowing smirk and a hand still upon her midsection, though, it was apparent that she knew what the answer was already.
“Oh, certainly!” Celestia replied, a low chuckle in her throat, “Especially when I have such helpful stallions to rely upon.” She gently bumped her hip against Soarin’, who had been unfolding the chair—almost closer to a sofa in its width—he’d carried here.
“Oh, hey there, Soarin’!” Shining Armor said as he also stood up, evidently gravitating a bit more toward a fellow stallion. The musculature of his chest and abs rippled as he came ducking out from under the umbrella. He was just a little taller than the pegasus, but that still couldn’t compare to the white alicorn beside them. “How’s Spitfire been treating you?”
“You know, the usual barking orders,” he replied with a sigh as he finished with locking the metal joints of the chair in place. He was silent for a few moments before his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Spitfire!” he exclaimed loudly over the crashing waves, drawing the attention of several nearby ponies, “I completely forgot!” He looked hurriedly back at Celestia and at the packages which she had set on the ground. “I’m sorry, I-I need to get going, she’s probably already mad that I’ve taken so long!”
“That’s okay,” Celestia cooed delicately as she reached to place her hand against his shoulders. Where before her touch had been forceful it was now gentle, and Soarin’ immediately felt a sense of calm wash over him in spite of the panic that had just surged up. “You go finish up whatever you need to do,” she whispered as she leaned over and kissed his cheek, pressing her bosom against his chest in the process.
There was still worry in his eyes, but he had a dreamy smile on his face as she pulled away from him.
She’d seen that look before.
Then Soarin’ nodded, seemingly halfway into a bow, before he turned. He stumbled momentarily before he flapped his wings and took off, flying back over the dunes.
“Here, I can pick up where he left off,” Shining Armor chimed in as he came over to pick up the umbrella.
“Oh, how generous of you!” Celestia replied, turning to him and quickly bouncing back to energetic at the idea of yet another stallion assisting her. The idea of getting in exercise was just about completely forgotten by now—Luna would have scoffed twice over at her.
“Well, I do recall that I pledged my life to serve you once,” he said, chuckling, while he removed the umbrella from its covering, “just because you’re not a princess anymore and I’m not your guard doesn’t mean I can’t still play the part.”
“Just be sure that you don’t go playing for the other team, Shiny.” There was a shimmer of cyan light that manifested before swatting against Shining Armor’s ass, eliciting a yelp, as Cadence turned and walked past him. She seemed terse, but also jovial, still smiling, and perhaps not entirely disapproving, and she watched with rapt attention as she sat back in her chair with one hand upon her taut midsection.
Celestia was aware that she probably would have been more disappointed for them to go on without her.
So Shining Armor got to work taking out the lower half of the umbrella’s handle, the stake that was to be put into the sand. Celestia watched the musculature of his biceps heave and bulge as he rocked the shaft from one side to the other, driving it deep into the coarse, loose ground.
He was awfully good at digging in.
“Alright,” he announced with a huff once he was finished, wiping his brow, “let me see the—”
“This?” Celestia offered the upper half to him. In doing so, she pressed herself against him, swollen form pressing into the taut cords of sinew beneath his skin. No doubt he was used to being around a pregnant mare, his wife having borne foals for him not once but twice now, but Celestia dramatically eclipsed either of those instances. She immediately felt his heartbeat increase, thumping in his chest. She also felt the pulsations in his swim trunks.
Cadence’s mischievous chuckles echoed in the background.
“O-…ok-kay,” he stuttered nervously as he took the umbrella. Suddenly all that strength seemed a lot further away. Celestia put her hand on the handle along with him, and together they pushed, extending the broad canvas flaps, a sun pattern over the top resembling the alicorn’s cutie mark. “Th-there,” he said as he then locked it into place, casting a shadow over the chair which Soarin’ had set up.
“Fantastic work, Captain Shining Armor,” she said with a giggle as she tapped his muzzle with one finger, sticking out her tongue.
He broke out into a smile and laughed nervously, though he seemed to shrink slightly all the same.
He always tried to remind her that he was a prince now, but he could rarely spit it out when he had his mind on other matters.
“Oh, hello there, Celestia!” Luckily for Shining Armor, he would be bailed out of his embarrassment by the arrival of another stallion—the stallion who had been trying to wrangle the couple’s misbehaving foal. Said foal was now being carried in his arms, still letting out bubbly and carefree laughter, a bottomless pink ball of energy.
“Aw, look at you, Flurry,” Shining Armor said, breaking away so he could look at the filly, who cooed and gurgled in response when he was brought to her attention, “thank you for playing with her, Sunburst, I know she can be quite the handful.”
“Well, I can’t say that I’m not used to it by now,” the orange unicorn replied with a thin smile as he carefully adjusted his glasses, misted with sea spray, with one hand, the other still cradling the young pony, “I think that by now she’s getting old enough to truly respect me as her- Gah!” He cried sharply as Flurry Heart reached out and yanked on his beard, and she giggled again.
“Here, let me take her for now,” Shining Armor said, hastily but gently taking the foal in his own arms and holding her to his chest, and Sunburst was all too happy to oblige. “Here, Flurry, do you want to say hi to Aunty Tia?” He turned around to present her to Celestia next, and he seemed back to his proper demeanor at this point.
She waved and smiled as she looked back at the giant white mare.
“Aw, hello, Flurry,” she whispered, leaning forward, “can you say ‘Aunty Tia’ for me?”
“Aun…ty…” Flurry Heart murmured in her awkward toddler tongue, still getting used to speech. “Aunty…tumby.” Her gaze was focused upon the huge swollen dome of flesh which protruded from the alicorn’s midsection.
Shining Armor’s gaze was unerringly drawn to her sprawling cleavage even as he tried to chuckle.
“Why don’t you take Flurry Heart for a walk now, Shiny?” Cadence interjected, grabbing his attention, though there was an edge in her tone that suggested it was more than just a suggestion, “Celestia’s probably exhausted and needs some time to relax. Go to the concession stand and bring back some snacks for us.”
“O-oh, ah…al-…alright,” he responded, perhaps dejected, but he was still quick to start to walk away, and he spoke to Flurry Heart, “Are you ready to get some snacks, Flurry?”
“Tumby!” she said emphatically, reaching past the stallion’s shoulder toward Celestia as they left.
“I suppose I might as well help,” Sunburst said with a sigh, pushing strands of his frazzled mane out of his eyes, as he began to follow, “probably going to be a lot to—”
“Actually, Sunburst—” Celestia held out a hand in front of him, palm against his chest, to stop him. “—if it’s not too much to ask, could you assist me with something first?”
“Oh, um…I…uh…” Sunburst cowed in her presence almost immediately, as if wilting. He tried to look away, to not stare, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking back toward her swollen form behind his glasses.
“I didn’t get to put on sunscreen before I went out, and I’m positively burning up now.” Celestia’s time off had also given her time to brush up on her acting lessons, and she had really learned how to play up the melodrama when she needed to. “Would you mind lending me a hand with that?” She rubbed one hand across the sprawling surface of her midsection for emphasis.
“I…I, ah…I…” A blush was steadily spreading across his cheeks as he seemed to try to smile and laugh, but the motions were all forced. He looked ready to start hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Go on, Sunburst,” Cadence called, smirking, laid out in her chair, “don’t make me force your hand. I’ve still got my crown, even if I’m on vacation, so I can command you if I have to.”
“W-w-what?! B-but Cadence, I-I-!” He turned to face her, but then cyan magic manifested around him, enveloping and pressing in, like a giant intangible hand, which then lifted him up and turned him back toward Celestia before depositing him back on his hooves.
Cadence was more than happy to play along with her aunt’s efforts as well.
“Come now,” Celestia murmured as she put one hand on the unicorn’s shoulder, batting her eyelashes, guiding him downward beside her as she eased into her own seat. Her gut splayed her legs far to the sides and hung down over the sand. The silken fabric held steady under her bulk, though much like Cadence the arms were rather snug around her hips, in spite of being a custom-made model. Something else likely in need of being replaced soon. “There’s no need to be so bashful, Sunburst. You’re already so capable of taking care of a foal, I’m sure you can do the same for a mare.”
“Ah…o-…okay…” he said back, barely more than a whisper caught in his throat.
“Excellent.” Celestia reached into the basket beside her, sifting through the bundles of blankets until she pulled out two plastic bottles. Amusingly, the label for the sunscreen bore a picture of herself posing as a model, taken from far earlier in her retirement—no longer being tied down to the title of Princess had opened up the door for other work, before she had decided she would rather indulge as much as possible. “I’ll get to work on my face and shoulders,” she said, then handed one of the bottles to him, “and you can cover my legs and belly.”
Sunburst’s eyes widened as he looked at the shapely white limb which extended in front of him, and the huge slope of the mare’s midsection. He looked ready to start stammering again, but instead he simply nodded his head in affirmation.
“Oh, and Sunburst—” She held her hand over his, tapping on the back of his wrist. A smirk creased across her muzzle. “—why don’t you take that off for me?”
She pointed at him and he looked down. Unlike Shining Armor, Sunburst had opted to still wear a shirt in addition to his swim trunks, partially dampened by sea spray. “I…I don’t really…I don’t see why—”
“Come now, Sunburst,” Celestia chided, half teasing, half sincere, “you shouldn’t have to hide how much of a stud you are from us.”
And it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it all before anyway.
After another pause, his cheeks growing redder and redder, Sunburst reticently pulled on the hem of his shirt, up and over his head. Also unlike Shining Armor, or Hoity Toity or Soarin’ for that matter, Sunburst did not have the body of one who practiced rigorous physical regimens. Sunburst was a scholar, and scholars were known for spending long spans of time reading at their desks and rarely lifted more than a few stacks of books—and a unicorn such as him didn’t even need to worry about that so much. His frame was flabby, stocked with fatty deposits underneath his orange fur, his midsection spilling out in a paunch which weighed over his thighs, chest baggy enough to jiggle when in motion.
He was embarrassed, but it was adorable, really, and the added softness was so pleasant when snuggling.
“There we go,” she said as she then began to process of applying the sunscreen to herself, prompting him to do the same. She opened the bottle and squirted out a handful of the goop inside, filling her palm, so she could then begin the process of spreading it over her skin, rubbing up along her arms and shoulders. She felt the pliability of her flesh, the hard indentations of bone underneath, her elbows and wrists and knuckles, her shoulder blades and collar bone and sternum. She made her way up her neck, over her chin and cheeks and muzzle—perhaps this much was less necessary while she was wearing a hat, but it never hurt to be cautious when the alternative was waking up with a sunburn.
She also couldn’t help but find the act amusing, covering her face with off-white goo.
Meanwhile Sunburst gently repeated the motions along the length of her leg, her thigh and calf and down to the hoof. There was a lot more space to cover here than for both of her arms combined. The surface of her thigh was perhaps even greater than the stallion’s own torso. He bit his lip as he forced his hand in underneath the mass of her stomach, lubricating as much of the inside of the leg as possible, and he visibly grew more anxious the closer he came to the groin.
“That’s alright, you can move on to the other side,” Celestia interjected, attracting his attention while she also moved to rubbing the sunscreen over her breasts, kneading the swollen globes.
“O-o-okay.” He seemed all too eager to turn away and walk around to the other side. It wasn’t quick enough for her not to take notice of a subtle tenting in the surface of his trunks.
“So, Cadence,” Celestia then said, looking toward the pink mare nearby, while Sunburst got to work on her other leg, “how has life in the Empire been since Twilight took over?”
“Oh, not too much different,” she said with a wistful sigh. One hand was idly stroking the curvature of her midsection. “Still about as quiet as it’s usually been. I suppose that’s for the best, though, it’s given Shiny and I a lot more free time.” She chuckled and smirked. “You know, I’m already getting ponies asking me when Flurry Heart will be taking over for me. Can you believe that? They get one shift in power in a millennium and they think that it’s just going to happen again at the drop of a hat. Do they think I’m going senile already?”
“With how much of a handful Flurry is already, and two or three more coming on the way, you might start feeling ready to retire too real soon,” Celestia replied, sneering back as her golden aura manifested a force that pressed against the side of Cadence’s gut.
“This coming from the cow with a full baker’s dozen in the oven.” Cadence stuck her tongue out and did the same right back. Celestia’s belly rolled tumultuously to the side, and Sunburst yelped quietly as it leaned in his direction, as if about to collapse on top of him. “Those foals are going to suck you dry!”
Celestia only giggled in response.
“I suppose it is quite a lot of change that the world is going through, though.” She sighed next. “Even since Twilight took over, so much has already happened. I can’t imagine what Equestria will look like in another decade. I can’t imagine where we’ll be.”
“Mmm…” Celestia hummed contentedly, almost purring, rumbling in her throat. She cupped her arms around the circumference of her bosom, breasts which had fit into the palms of her hands not even a year ago. She licked her lips.
= = = = =
So the rest of the day at the beach went on.
Shining Armor came back with their refreshments, cups full of flavored shaved ice. Sunburst was eager to have somepony else to take Celestia’s attention, but the tone became relatively more casual from there. Relatively.
“You’ll be able to help take care of Flurry’s new siblings, right, Sunburst?”
“W-well, I m-m-mean, I’m working at the sc-school now, so—”
“And mine too, right, Sunburst? I know it’s a lot, but you’re already so good with foals!”
“A-a-ah…!”
“Sunby funby!”
But the time came when the royal family had to leave. Flurry Heart didn’t have as much energy as everypony else and needed some proper rest to wind down. The parents packed up their belongings and left after giving their final goodbyes. Sunburst went back to Starlight Glimmer now that he was no longer needed to babysit.
Celestia did take some time to get up from her seat and stretch her hooves with a walk around the shore. She kept one hand against the side of her gut at most times, perhaps to keep herself steady. Maybe it was to draw further attention to it. As if anypony could have ignored the gravid globe.
She met with the Apple and Pie families before they too packed up to leave, discovering that Pinkie Pie had organized a sort of double honeymoon get-together for both Big MacIntosh and Sugar Belle and Maud Pie and Mudbriar. She caught the tail end of a show that Trixie had been putting on before setting off an array of fireworks that whistled over the crowd. She spoke with other ponies as she strolled along, and there were a great many she was acquainted with.
Many she had grown more acquainted with in the time since her abdication.
But in the end she returned to her small camp, and it was there that she spent most of her time. The sounds of the other beachgoers slowly diminished as they left one by one, until she was left alone with the rhythmic crashing and receding of the surf. The sky turned from blue to orange to red, blazing bright, as the sun descended over the horizon. Celestia felt her innards churn languidly as she closed her eyes and let the breeze and the light wash over her.
She was still like this when the sifting splashes of hooves against sand came up beside her.
“I do not know that the setting of the sun has quite the same magic as the rising,” Luna mused aloud, seemingly more to herself than anypony else. “It is a grim reminder of the passage of time, how things will not last forever.”
“You sell your night short, Luna,” Celestia murmured, eyes still closed, “one has to end so that the next stage of life can begin.”
“I do not see any ponies left who would care to enjoy the night,” she replied dourly, looking around them at the vacated beach.
“Are you saying you’d rather have somepony here to get in the way of our time together?”
Luna sighed after a few seconds’ pause.
She put her own chair beside her sister before taking a seat. She also had her starry hair tied back in a ponytail, though she had opted for sunglasses rather than a hat, as much as it would matter for the next few minutes until the sun set. She was still wearing the same dress as before. The dark fabric of the skirt clung around her legs as she sat down.
She reached to Celestia’s hand, and she obliged by clasping their fingers together, and they stared out over the water.
“How long are we going to be able to keep doing this?” Luna asked.
“Until I feel ready to go back and get something to eat for dinner,” Celestia murmured plainly, “I’m thinking pizza…cake…pizza cake…”
“Tia, please be serious, you know what I mean.” Luna looked to her sternly and squeezed her hand. “All of this is going to be gone long before we are. Even your foals will be gone eventually. What are we going to do about it? I thought you would have known…you had to rule Equestria for a thousand years all by yourself. I feel like I only just got here, and now…there is so much that I will have to leave behind. So many ponies to say goodbye to.” From behind her shades, a trickle crept over her cheek.
“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Celestia spoke somberly, but she was still smiling when she turned toward the other mare. “We just need to make as much use as we can of the time that we have now. As long as we remember the ponies we’ve met, they won’t truly be gone. The more intimate we are with them, the better.”
“Is that why you have been sleeping with every pony who so much as looks at you?”
“Maybe.” Celestia smirked and winked. “It also just feels really, really rutting good.”
“How is it that you ended up being the horny one?” Luna asked her skeptically, eyes narrowed.
“I got the mind for it, you got the body,” she replied with a shrug. “Speaking of which, I don’t see any reason to bother with being decent at this point. I don’t know about you but I’m going to let the girls out now.”
“Tia—”
But Celestia had already unfastened the clasp on her bikini top, letting her breasts flop freely over the slope of her gut, and she gave a contented sigh.
Luna groaned in exasperation, but after a few moments she did the same. She loosened the ties of her shawl and pulled open the collar, letting her own bosom spill into the open air. The ponderous mammaries seemed all the more immense while unconstrained, dark blue nipples the size of dinner platters at their far ends, furless mounds stiffening promptly.
Celestia watched with even more rapt attention, though, when Luna lifted herself briefly from her seat and used her magic to shimmy her panties down along the length of her legs. As it came into the light, there were faintly glowing silver runes that could be seen stitched into the fabric. And as they slipped away from her hooves, a shape pushed out against the inside of her skirt, rising between her legs. She then pulled the hem up to her waist.
Luna’s cock, extending half-erect from her loins, was nearly as long and as thick as one of her legs, the blue shaft already steadily pulsating. Her balls, like watermelons inside a fleshy sack, filled the span between her legs and came to rest upon the sand.
There was a soft blush on her cheeks as she looked wistfully toward Celestia.
Celestia bit her lip.
They had looked at each other like this on that first night after Twilight Sparkle’s ascension. When they no longer had to worry about public appearances. When they no longer had to hide their affection. They had waited for so long.
Celestia still bore the results of that night of passion, and the nights they had spent together since then, inseparable from each other.
“I won’t leave you again, Lulu, I promise.”
“I know, Tia.”
They leaned together and kissed as the sun finally sank beneath the horizon and the moon rose.
Author's Note
I swear I didn't make this account with the intention of pigeonholing myself into posting primarily preg-related stories.
No eldritch this time though, I couldn't think of a good enough excuse to squeeze some into a summer-themed story.
