Big Celly's Day Off

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The End of the World (Probably)

The sweep of the city was set ablaze and littered in destruction as the colossal form of Celestia collapsed onto a series of buildings, which all crumbled beneath the side of her barrel, with her hoof, head, resting on half of a remaining structure.

"FIRE!"

From the depths of her tail, which laid across a complex, Luna appeared, now small, with a set of three cannons appearing from the ledge. They fired rounds at the rocky, crawling critters on the ground, twice the size of a pony, the molten spawn of the thing.

"Careful... he's strong."

"Aye!" Luna barked back with a turn muzzle but not of her eyes. "And maybe I would have a better shot if you were to move your big fat plot!" She looked out to the outskirts of the city where, in the water beyond the harbour, the great big thing, stalked, wading through the water, rocks crumbling off his form, pelting the water, before swimming forward as the spawn that they were. "Maybe I need a bigger cannon. Or at least more of them. Bigger cannons would be ideal."

Celestia rolled her eyes and leaned over to nab Luna by the scuff of her neck, tossing her with a twist of the head into her mane. The little pony flew before smacking into a dense, prismatic vine, holding to it as the giantess rose and retreated to the other docks.

But the swinging of the hair, stopped, as a voice ringing from the top of a building.

"Celestia! Celestia! Down here! On your right! Right! NOT THAT MUCH RIGHT!"

Celestia glanced over from her lofty height to the building below her hip. Seven friends were littered about it. Twilight stood up on the ledge and looked to the heavens to see her. "We received a message from the map! Something terrible is about to happen to Manehatten."

The giantess scrunched her snout and looked around and wondered if the end of the city was a two-parter.

Twilight continued. "We're here to take care of the threat before it comes to that! Hopefully, if we can reach and talk to it on time—maybe we can convert it without the conflict."

At the masses of white hooves that consumed the city, ponies were running around them, chased by the rocky scorpions, pleasing for their lives. Celestia frowned at Twilight's tunnel vision and proceeded to step, crush, and twist a hoof over the little pests.

"Could you point to wherever this creature might be?"

Celestia's lone eye glanced behind her, and Twilight did the same, seeing the monster, a mountain shaped into a nightmare, six legs curved from its pack, lava oozing from the breaks in the rocks. Lightening, charged and orange, struck behind the creature.

Around it seemed to float a green mist.

"Hmm." Twilight blinked and tapped her chin. "I don't think any amount of convincing will make him our friend."

Celestia tucked her lips inward, unsure of being proud or worried of Twilight's single notion of friendship being the end-all... but thankfully planned around it. Not having the time to do much, she lit her horn, its glow, collecting the seven friends.

All of whom she hovered before her monolithic muzzle as the mass of her mane consumed the rest of her vision. However, the glow of burning, towering buildings warmed the sides of their vision in being held by the giantess. "Greetings my little ponies. Sadly... I do not have the time to cordially brief you. Much less secure you in a professional place. Please forgive this."

The bubble split in two, and so too did the group of friends. Floating in their own force fields, they were guided back to the mare's hind legs, where the thighs were squeezed to fit into the tunnels of stockings. Each band was pulled back a little, each lowered to their tummies beneath it—with a pleasant SNAP afterward.

The mares laid back into the tush of the thighs and barely able to stop their eyes from rolling around. Much less when the rise started to move, the legs rising and dropping, the jostling of softness, on their backs and into the sock, a feeling too good to be true.

The shipping yard was ready for her with the assortment of shipping crates, ones of her size, stacked around the tarp set over the harbour's bulk. Dark clouds and contentious rain darkened the scene. The crashing of upset waves threatened to rise and overtake the land.

Several ships were docked in their assigned slots, cleared and repaired, long since been in use.

All of this would suit the princess perfectly as she levitated her sister and subjects to the ground far before her. To the sides were airstrips with rotary blades spinning into action. Around were the mass of guards, the navy brigade, ones standing in salute as they waited to board their new vessel.

It wasn't often a princess, with a lower muzzle, a glowing horn, crates breaking open at the tops, the cannons on ships, being removed input in a twirl around her, got to say the words: "Time to suit up."

Ponies from the ground had watched in amazement as block hulls stock to the princess raised hooves, each lifting one by one, as they slapped on like new shoes. On being fitted, the hooves touched down, and, in so doing, the hulls would thin out, their substance shooting across Tia's legs in a thin, flexible armour that protected the area.

Navy ponies flooded toward the hooves as each was firm on the ground in their transformation. There was a gated opening at the bottom middle of the masses. On the shoes' spires, a series of planks of metal slid out, with little steps shooting the game connecting the levels.

The combs of steel on the ground of the platforms spread and, from inside, a round array of cannons emerged. Ponies streamed in a line, all pegasi, each taking to their station as they ascended to the ankle of the leg.

The front shoes were cannons as, in the back, were harpoons that could break through to the center of the earth. Glints on their ends as determined ponies mounted them from behind. The backdrop and rise of a leg encompassing the place.

The board of a battleship lifted onto the flat piece that Celestia had previously fastened to her back. Pushing her mane out of the way, the object dropped, clipping into its locks, a sealing of air as it pinched into place. She wagged herself left and right to watch a minuscule sway.

It would have to be good enough.

Ropes blasted from holes of the things and dropped to the ground around. The navy ponies were outfitted with special shoes, enchanted, to lock to the metal on being pushed down. They also, on an opening to the sides, in being fed rope, would shoot them up the line.

Many flew up the massive mare, the might of a thigh behind, the barrel larger than a ship to the side as, far away, the muzzle of the mare looked forward, and they only caught a quarter of it. Soon they were on deck and running to their stations.

In the middle was a large hole and, hovering over it, were the massive cannons to a battleship. It had been dropped and turned—the pressure of air and the sizzling of magic. Steam erupted in clouds and was pelted by the rain. Ponies went inside the weapon, the five-story thing, able to raise, lower, and turn.

Luna floated above the deck in her own naval outfit. Watching, with crossed hooves, at the contained chaos of the ship. This would do nicely. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the eye of Celestia glancing back and, with a nod from the two, they returned to their duties.

Everyone aboard.

And a fight, waiting, to occur.

Celestia's stroll was slow as brilliant flashes of orange emitted over her body; the ground forces, the ponies on her legs, with the smaller, more precise spots as, above on her back, the ponies used the mortars to tank streets brimming with crawlers on the sides of buildings and devouring asphalt as to grow.

Rainbow seemed to have fun with a minigun to Applejack's barking to hold up the connected chain. The gun glowed red, and Rainbow cried in trying to smack it. Pinkie was over on pressured plates, a jump to the next rising one, not caring for the randomized orders she sent out missiles.

Fluttershy had been walking through the whole of the ships, whispering and kissing soldiers on the cheeks, told that this would strengthen morale. Twilight and Rarity were inside the massive weapon, using their magic, helping lift and infuse rounds, and streaking electricity across some of the waiting projectiles.

"Ready to fire!" Celestia heard the voice in her ear and, knowing already to do, went prone, and aimed her side to face the sea. The Columbiads, with all of their heft, turned until locking at their west point. "Firing up arterial rounds and... FIRING!"

The shot's blasts caused Celestia's hooves to break and dig into the ground as the magnitude of the continuous force threatened to tumble the mare. She leaned right, all those on the ship, clacking their boots on the steel. The magnetic locked helped them endure the turn until the reverberation through the mare was over.

"Chambers depleted of explosives shells." Luna's voice came with static in Celestia's ear. "Two minutes until refill. Continue your sweep of the street. Aircraft confirmed the harbour side of the city has been evacuated. Let loose and buy us time, Tia."

The monster had reached the city before the assault of rounds, the first breaking his surface, the rest revealing the creature's exoskeleton's burning plasma. Lava coursed and pumped like blood as the creature's heart could be seen through the texture. Rounds submerged into it, slowed to denotation.

The monster screeched in its roar as its legs, touching the bottom of the waters, pulled from the rock. Before their blast, the sea's ground came to flash over the wounds, saving him with their shield. Other cartridges tried to blast at him but only tore away some rock.

Celestia continued her stroll as those on her back continued firing down at the streets at her sides. Another roar of the creature came as his hands tore at his end. There, an influx of bats flooded the air like little spiders from inside the breaking of an egg.

Aim was taken to the sky in contentiously firepower as planes were forced to deal with the critters crashing into the hulls of their planes. Lava bodies were beneath their forms as well. Luna buzzed into the ear once more. "Tia... we're facing a time limit on this. That constriction power allows him to pull from the land. His spawning and recovery are limitless—and we're already down to half of our supply."

Celestia nodded incoming, with hooves standing on the splits on ports, starting out at the foe with a snarl. Behind him, a vast tornado loomed, a golden slice in the sky, a watery reflection, to the incessant burning of another world.

"I know."

She then lowered her neck down and around to peer at the four pillars of her legs. The ponies amassed on their heights looked back to her stealing the background with her head alone. Celestia spoke. "We're going to focus all efforts on the monstrosity. Everyone retreated to the three highest platforms. Forehooves crew and the rest: assist on deck."

Pinkie continued hopping from button to button, more and more misses firing from the curved sheets of cannons across the curve of Celestia's flanks, the projectiles, never fumbling, in taking down swarms of bats. Her aim, timing, and prediction were incredible for one with their eyes closed.

Celestia leapt into the crashing waters in a sprint toward the monster. He was reforming his chest before seeing the charging mare. Celestia cocked her shoulder back, foreleg more—before blasting it onto his chest. The contact of metal engaged a pressure mechanism as the edge of her hoof pushed onto it.

Air suctioned the chest into the hoof in a split-second, which clasped and sealed, before discharging the barrels of a shotgun as powerful shells tore into its chest. The creature stumbled back, not before the second hoof crashed into the side of its face—tearing half of its mask to the sun volcano burning inside.

Celestia turned and hopped with a spin backward to buy herself space. She stood in the crashing water, a muzzle lowered, a burning eye, and a raised hoof. One more shot per hoof, and that would be it.

The creature pulled back its arms and screamed to the sky in a roar that pinched Celesta's eyes and caused her ears to drop for protection. In coming out from the stun, the monster was bolting toward her, and, in shock, she was stunned.

The might of its fist connected with her muzzle, enough to send her in a twirl through the air, with her barrel crashing into the water. Even those locked with their boots on deck, on the flush of water, then disengaging. Floats came over the shoes to ensure none drowned.

Celestia laid in the waters as her muzzle burst out from it. Coughing and creating with a cut and a leaking of blood on her cheek—the same, being true, in her spit. She did that in turning to the side—seeing her sailor hat, with a tear in its middle, starting to sink into the water.

Her hooves stumbled and slid out from under her and tried to rise. The sea of ponies tried swimming back to the available parts of the ship. Pegasi were able to fly over and the nearby unicorn with a teleport. Earth ponies, in their strength, could swim.

But the number of all was significantly reduced.

Celestia finally kicked it and rose as waterfalls broke from over her body. With a shake of a head and a yell of her own, she spread her wings, the bone of their spread, covered in armour, with something special fastened to her wingtips.

She turned without breaking her glare to the charging brute and, with a grin, found the cord laid over her neck with her teeth. Waiting for him to get close, then, the mark struck, as its arms raised high as to crash low.

Celestia pulled the cord as steel misses like the shape of feathers all fired simultaneously. Each shooting to the sky before the airstrike rained on the creature. He became stunned in place, his rock armour, breaking away, faster than he could summon its replacement.

"Twenty seconds! Give him all you've got!"

Celestia bolted forward with a great spread of water crashing at the wading of her legs. She leapt into the air, a right hoof becoming a meteor, burning on the entry in crashing into the monster's face. It swung left in time to the other hoof coming that was in quick succession.

It twisted in a backward fall, but, in Celestia lowering her hooves into the water, drew such into the empty chambers, watched as her back legs fired forth the harpoons. The series went across the creature's form and yanked it back toward her.

Celestial stuffed her hooves into the monster's plasma and, with a smile, detonated her hooves. The tearing water raptured the bulk of its head. The thing fell back as Celestia turned around. Water flooded into its exposure, and it writhed in place.

She stood, waiting, until the thing rose behind her. It unleashed a final roar, its body, unable to both repair the plasma and the rock, a disintegration happening in place. It lurched forward to claim Celestia.

She had already lit her magic and floated her torn hat back on, not caring for the pouring waters as, in looking back at the monster, tipped her cap to him. Luna floated above them on the massive barrels of guns and, with a strike of the hoof forward.

"FIRE!"

The rounds littered down his body, tearing away all that there was and, as it fell into the water and, although it bubbled, nothing came of it. The lava turned to rock around the heart, protecting it. Celestia sighed as her magic consumed the chunk, coming to stride toward the storm, to the glowing tear in the sky.

Luna came in a swoop next to her ear. "An interesting way to end your day off."

Celestia, with lowered eyes, nodded. "Indeed. Think I'll miss it, though."

"But it did something for you, did it not, dearest sister of mine?" Although it was hard for a mare like her, when a genuine cause came, Luna tried to smile and found herself able to endure the struggle. "A thousand pent up years of so many things, wanting to be done, done so, on a single day. Those fantasies as well as the changes between you and me, you and Cadance, and you and the mass of your subjects."

A smile tugged at the corner of Celestia's lips. "And a special stallion."

Luna chuckled. "At least you don't have to worry about stealing him away."

"Indeed." Celestia couldn't help the next laugh. "Even told me Cadance seemed a little narrow on the behind."

Both sisters tore into laughter.

But what Luna said was true.

In taking one day off, and getting everything out of the system, Celestia and her world would be changed. Some changes would be forever, some, not for so long, but all of the above allowing a spark, a gust of fresh air, into the monotonous humdrum of daily life.

Celestia hovered the heart of the beast into the storm, as it was sucked back into the tear, where it would be safe from them. Then her magic went onto the slice itself, her eyes closing and a groan rising, the fighting to seal the portal.

A golden glow overtook her body and, inside this bubble, her mass started to shrink. Dwindling for every inch that the tear closed in the fabric of reality. Clasped unsealed from the mare and toppled to the sides of her body; ponies jumped ship into the calming waters below.

Soon Celestia barely stood above the water by the time the portal sealed. Clouds imploded to reveal the bright stars of the nightly sky. Celesta shrunk to her standard size, set adrift to float on the water as, all around her, were the staggering pieces of the ship.

Giant blocks of metal like glaciers on the water. So mighty and massive as where, seconds before, they had been no more than the size of shoes. Treading the water, Celestia looked down, seeing her hat, that white dome, sinking into the water.

She swam over instead to one of the hulls of the metal boots. There was Luna in the entrance, holding out her hoof as, behind, her student and friends were lined on the steps going up. Celestia was pulled on as they all ascended the steps to the first platform.

From there, they sat back, talking and looking at the sky, waiting on the raft, to when the ships would sail out to claim them. Celestia looked to the ponies that made her world and, in spreading her aching wings, came to collect them in a hug.

Which she was just big enough to take them all inside of.