Big Celly's Day Off

~ VII ~

Familial Rivalry

The sun was over the military base of stone, which had been set in the center of a field, a lone and fenced road connecting from it to the distant highway. City buildings towered across the curve of the horizon. Smoke wafted from there as carts shot out from the base and toward it.

Inside the walls stretched the paved lot of the site. Tents stacked in rows going across with great divides between. Guards flourished between the lanes as, in the corners and on the tops of wooden poles, horns continued to blare.

"Aaaaa-teeeeen-tioon! Legs parked and hooves in saute! Oooo-rdered!"

In the vacancy before the tents paused the scrambling guards. Halting and furnishing into lines stacked into growing rows. Those reaching their stops did as requested. Few, confused on the word, sniffed at underneath their arms.

"Not that! Order not odour!" Shining smacked a golden hoof into the ground. "Follow it! Doubled ordered!"

Non-existent term none would question.

Celestia. Of all the mares to become gigantic. Celestia.

Oh Cadance.

Please don't kill me.

I already want to do it myself—before something happens.

"Just because the city is in possible wreckage is not an excuse for the Royal Guards to be losing our heads! We're meant to keep calm to ensure the peace!" Shining whipped his head with anger not spawned from them. Authority, however, dished as it pleased. "No better than buff and strangely dressed citizens at that point. We keep the order! And you do that by following orders."

He'd been stomping back and forth in a stride, the golden armour, clattering, it thicker and larger than the rest. Cadance had joked it was an outfit born from compensation. Not the kind from the lacking of downstairs—thankfully enough. Rather from a deeper aspect entirely.

"Now then! Everyone calm! Chance to breathe and realize the city is not on fire?" He stopped with a hoof erupted to the looming metropolis. Smoke settled into the sky without a following. The turned crowd returned to him. "It's a cloud of dust and rubble from wrecked buildings. We're being tasked with assistance to citizens, reduction to damages, and recovery of destruction."

Shining's muzzle remained tilted above the masses, straining his throat and jaw and throat, weakness spreading through him, shoulders coming to drop—as did everything else. The commander of the base slumped from power. "This isn't war. Not even a battle."

Everyone leaned their necks closer even though prohibited since basic training. Colts and fillies dressed in armour and presented with arms. Confused as to what to do and unable to assume the present affair.

"Get it through your heads—we're doing little more than civil duty for the next few days!" Shining's hoof meshed into the bridge of his snout. "So tell the carts to stop racing off and crashing at the first tent. Stop rushing! You're all just crashing into each other. We already have a few of you knocked on the ground and unable to get up!"

His outstretched hoof pointed to the right where a pair, knocked into each other and fallen on their backs, were rolling to the sides, unable to move the heft of their armour. The other bounced forward and up, raising an inch, before crashing back down.

Giant Celestia or incompetent base. One teasing and the other annoying. Which one will be worse?

"Have we gotten that out of the way? Good stuff! Now then, onto the matter of—"

"What about all the naval boats and their equipment requested in advance by Princess Celestia?" the voice came from somewhere in the middle of the endless waves of guards. When did the whole base stack together? Hundred recruits focused on the veteran. "They've reached the port and are ready for offloading. Weren't you sent here to oversee that?"

That's the excuse for the report, at least. Dunno what that mare has planned. Something... wonderfully horrible.

"And I will be shipping out to handle it," Shining rolled the words between exposed teeth, the anger faded his sensations, like the boom of hooves, becoming close, as was a sweeping shadow, "once there's certainty fire doesn't break out on my departure here. Next question has to be directed at my face. None from the back want to try it again?"

Horrified crowds etched into statuettes looking up. Slacked muzzled and high eyes at the threat. Horrible pride sweltered in the heart. Shining liked holding and commanding power to legitimate effect on others. Being so controlled by the mares in his life, he always seemed their toy, though now, came into being his own stallion.

With a huff and a brushing of a hoof on his chest, he nodded, raising a hoof to dismiss them all

"Doesn't he look commanding with all that armour on? You'd almost get the silly notion he was his own stallion."

"Indeed! Tried telling him that before—but insistent he kept it on."

"Is that a problem? I was under the impression it's more fun to strip teeny stallions."

"Trust me... I wasn't complaining.”

It was now Shining's time for horror.

Shadows covered the ground, not large and vast, but rather voluminously and shapely. The shades of heads appearing on the other side of the base. Both of them looked at Shining. Teasing with darkly grins to enhance the experience of foreboding.

Crashes zoomed through the room of the playset. Deafening from crunched stone. Weights draped on walls to the spreading of cracks. Slowly the stallion turned in place. From the crowd to the base of the wall, fractured, to the above immensities.

Shining fought to work his face in stepping back from the view. Beyond were the faces of two lovely mares. Each opposite of the other, hooves curled on the border, inching into the zone, and saw the toys.

"What I wouldn't have given for a playground like this when I was little." Luna's muzzle tucked behind the cylinders of forelegs as her eyes watched from above them. She giggled. Wing spawning from her mass. Shooting in, carving into the ground behind them like it were sand, lifting the tent set on it. "Let me look into this for a moment."

The wing curved to her muzzle. Luna tilted her head and closed an eye and looked in. Those inside, through the open flaps of the tent, saw the vertical pond of white with, at its middle, a lumusicent pool of blue. She giggled, and its echo had bounced inside.

"Oh yes. Having a little army of soldiers toys to play with." Luna set the tent back in its foundations and, to the crowds, the mass of her wingtip, like a hill, was all that could fit in their vision. Everyone was scared and... something else. "Childhood would have been a touch interesting with that."

Shining had been more afraid of the other mare. Luna had laid on the ground and propped her front on the wall. Cadance, however, stood. Lowered, with her rump sticking all the way up. Shooting beacon of pink to broad, snowy, and tightly underwear at the peak.

Cadance's snout hidden beneath the wall. Her eyes above it. Looking down at it. Their feeling... unknown. Wisps of cotton mane between them and around her head. Shining backed at seeing her grin curve above the wall.

Mare turned predator. Ready to pounce. Waiting for the first flinch.

"Not me." Tip of Cadance's tongue stuck out the corner of her lips, a concentration in the making. "Always wanted a little colt to toy around. A helpless little boy to enjoy." Her tongue receded, and that was not good. "And I think I just found one."

"Is that so?" Luna's figure rose to a hot-air balloon stealing the view above. Her foreleg arched over the wall and the zone, coming to settle, far behind, to a rattle and a shake. Her massive body passed overhead as the dark underside of her barrel blocked light. "What are you waiting for? I'll block the escape."

Shining panicked. Outright died on the inside: nothing but a speck to the portrait of the living pink cliff before him. Cadance's muzzle stealing the frame, the towering wall, now, short below her snout. The rest of her magnitude zoned far away into the beyond. Utter massiveness, unable to be described.

Only pleasantly feared.

Shining looked behind him to over the heads of the guards. Darkly ankles towering in view. One living structure rose before crashing onto its elbow, fissures shooting from it, that was until a crashing had chunked a crater from the land.

The corner of Luna's face entered into view, amused, leaning down and resting on her hoof: overseeing the tinies. Such a big eye to swallow them all. Yet its focus, concentration, alone on him. She wouldn't do anything—but teased him to all that laid possible.

"Such a cute army of useless guards." Luna mocked in her laugh. "Tell me. What shall win? The great amount of use, dressed in arms or weapons, or us, a couple of cute and harmless mares?"

Shining blinked in looking to Cadance. Dressed nearly in the outfit of their O&O game. Had this been a throwback? Challenge to see who would win again? Shining looked back to his army, rows of living creatures, born of wings and magic and strength, in a station with canons and other equipment.

Is this what we're doing again... crazy mare?

Cadance's eyebrow lifted at his chance to the growth of a grin.

Very well! Prepare to have your toned-rump destroyed!

"Forget notions of civil duty! This is a war after all!" Shining strode toward the mare in the adrenaline of arrogance. Rising before her on two legs, he looked over his shoulder at the army. Grinning, he cocked a foreleg at Cadance. "Now, c'mon! Follow me! We can win this if—WHOA! HEY HEY! P-P-PUT ME DOWN! CAAAADANCE! PUT ME DOWN!"

Shining had been standing and, while he was turned, the mare had pranced forward, over the wall and on him. Darkness flooded around as did vines of cotton candy. Seconds before he could look up, teeth bared into the scruff of his neck, their edge at least, and lifted him up.

The ground shrunk below to the vertical slope of pink wonderland at the side. Far below crashed the mass of rump, blowing out chunks of stone underneath the swells, the dust staining the underwear. Flanked thighs, bulbous and creamy as candy, rubbed to the teasing that was pleasing between them.

Shining rose to the jungle of tuft. Swinging back and forth and curling into himself. Baked warmth, sweetly-scented, rolled in. Clusters of fluff beckoned him in. Deep within wispy and soaring bushes. Preheated skin of her chest, rising and dropping to her breathing, coupled to the beating of an enormous heart.

Those sweet things.

Not meant to be.

As Luna went to speak.

"That appears to be the captain of the enemy dealt with." Cadance sat properly in the space where he had stood, so many eyes on him, and now, all of them were on her. Barely stealing a fraction of the area, and now she demolished its surrounding walls due to her derriere's expansion. "The rest of you should be harmless. Any dare oppose us? Make the first strike. If not? Spread out to the sides."

Shining curled into himself being suspended however many hundred of feet from the ground. Looking up revealed the plushness of lips and the edge of a snout. The corner of the mountainous face existed in view. Touch of the eye in frame. It looked down at him: amused.

Below was the fine cut of a jaw which spread out of vision. Tease of the expansive throat imitating a soft and taut volcano. Warmed chest below. Shoulders blocking the rest of round beams for forelegs. Belly one could ski across. Opening legs to reveal the underwear tightly laid over her waist.

Vision travelled beyond that to the guards at either side of the hooves, in rows and out of the way—as the giant mares needed. Luna rose in the distance. Striding over with one hoof directly in front of the other.

"Princess Celestia shouldn't be a problem for us with this taken care of." Luna approached and rose out of view, high above the sitting mare, blocked by the bridge of muzzle overhead. Seconds passed. Winds blew as her face dropped into view. "Cute seeing you like this Shining. Can't have you going off and alerting our rival now—can we?"

Fear and confusion swirled into the other.

"Now then! What shall we do with our pensioner of war? Where should his cell be? Dug into the ground? Set off on a little island we can only reach?"

Cadance hummed loudly and annoyingly, and the vibration of such knocked the stallion. Entering a free fall forward, he screamed for a second, caught around the waist in overwhelming lips. Flanking his view in pink with a cream that was surrounding.

"That's right, indeed! How foolish of me! And after I'd spent our trip getting that place so warmed up for him!" Luna's muzzle dipped from view as the titan dropped, between the thick legs, settling on the balloons of thighs. "And I do agree with your means! Magic and wings are far too banal for the things better kept as primitive."

Shining watched from above. Down the skyscraper of pink to the valley between those plump legs. Topside of Luna's head entering deeper between them as she snagged her teeth on the frilly waistband. It took a few delicate tugs to work it back, the brim so in love in hugging that wonderful crotch.

Luna tugged it back to reveal the dusk of its inner-curve. The baking temperature had wafted upward. Distance non-existent to the large and turned-on. Whiteness disappeared as the view travelled inside the panties. Shapes in the darkness, generous and immense, curved hills of squish—little sparks igniting in the back of the mind.

Shining rubbed a hoof onto the other in looking up, over the underside of the muzzle, to the corner of the eye on him. He chuckled. Nervously. Wanting something terrifying. "U-Um. Hon? Did I do something wrong?"

Lips tightened on him, relented, loosening into a smile.

The lovely behemoth shook her head, and the motion swayed with him. He inched to the sides on the plushness of the lips—barely feeling their squishy through the openings of his armor. Cadance had been right. He did come to regret it.

"Did I... do something right?"

Another shake that showed him the sides of the world.

"Am I... about to do something right?"

The head tilted back, and Shining slipped. Lips tightened at his midsection to stop him from slipping into the cavernous maw. Then it fell forward, the surrounding mouth, opening, in blowing a kiss. Shining fell again to a yell and the failing of his arms. Winds cut upward, layered in body heat, as the chest below his vision—bumped forward to catch him.

Spires of tuft floated into view and pushed into the beyond. Shining braced himself in crashing into a few, falling inward to the depths of the array, density at their base: greater. He smacked through them, breaking through fine strands, speed slowed by something like chest fluff.

Soon he smacked and rolled beneath the forest of it, the ground woven in pink furs, everywhere of that landscape. On his front and sliding across the tightness of the toned belly, the view below, showing the end to his trip.

Luna's massive head existed beyond the raised legs' largess, which zoomed and blurred into the great distance, the view of everything, somehow, to galactic proportions. Luna saw overhead with the underwear tugged to her teeth.

Shining turned as he slid, the soft and silken ground, forever at an incline as, towering in the sky, the muzzle of the giant looked at him. Cadance winked with a turn of her head as though it were a wish that wished him well.

He turned back in time to have reached the cliff of the crotch, the rise of squish, beginning, from underneath him. A powerful exhale flushed from the muzzle poised before the gap. Luna's teeth tugged on the brim as she smiled.

Shining came over the groin and shot over the edge, soaring through the steamed air of feminine roses, seeing the impending bank of snow. Crashing into it flexed the silk into an indention, one of an inch, unseen in the darkness. It bounced back, damp density, lightly, sliding him down the slope.

Until he stopped.

Few shakes of the head worked him back into the game. Darkness was in his eyes and fragrant fever on his skin and musk inhaled into his snout. Shining groaned. Reclined in the colossal hammock underwear to the view before him.

It laid above and in the distance. Supple and round and gigantic. Smelling of flowers richly in the stink of something else. Gates to paradise found in a borderline hell. So large and towering and looking to be devouring of him.

If the wetness, the patch directly around him, was of any indication.

And it didn't help that Luna watched from directly above the waistband like a giant peering over the brim of a stadium.

Luna released the band from her teeth to the musical it composed. The plucked waistband, snapping back, a crash across the pink tuft of flesh. Cadance sat back on her rump with hind legs spread out—one weighing into Luna's back.

Anything to bestow greater access between.

"He looked so scared in that frilly hammock of yours." Luna's eyes rose from the base of the present crotch, above to where her nephew rolled her head, with her mouth open, moaning at the placement of the little one. "His world is now composed of the one inside your underwear."

Cadance's lips twitched further.

After a finished job, Luna retreated—though without a pat to the plane of silk—to find the younger mare unmoved. Stretching the undergarment as it dug into her bottom—the one inside, too small to be a bulge—but no doubt there.

"Aren't you just adorable like this!" Luna licked her lips at the warm flaring beneath her coat. Another sexy mare said before her, lower-back crunching into the base's wall, as Cadance rocked in place. “Certainty warmed faster than anticipated. But don't you forget something."

Below and at the ground level of the base. Ponies scattered at the loss of their command. Dashing in various directions with shoulders brushing. Soon a shadow loomed over the center lane of the base—one that depends by the second.

Those caught beneath it cleared the way for the enormous BOOOM! that cracked the stone and quaked the land into a leap. Cadance's back consumed the laid with a pool of her mane spewed across the scene. It was within seconds before the other titian fell over top.

Winds whirled as the darkened mare laid forward and across on the other, hooves placed on pink shoulders, set to pin, as the doughy bottom came to rest on and spill over the slender belly. Luna's muzzle lowered into view.

"We're here to teach that big bully of a princess a lesson." Luna's eyes closed as she pressed her lips into Cadance's, whose eyes flared up for a second—before settling into bliss. Her hips rolled and rocked around. Set always at a little thrust. "Mmmhmm."

Luna wiped a forehoof over her mouth and glanced at the gathered ponies. "Now, how do you think our subjects took to that?"

Cadance's head rolled to view the bitty-camps. Now still, flocks of ponies, each of them, somehow, warmed in the colour of red. Each had watched her kiss another princess. One nearly debated as family.

And she could only lick her lips and make Shining's entrapment a bit warmer, wetter, and with a waft of something stronger. The poor boy would have no choice but to be soaked. Not unless he crawled around.

Luna rose. "Come on then! Everything here is taken care of... now it's to deal with Celly!"

“Kija... kojo... torjo... tortilla?”

Twilight Sparkle closed her eyes and, whenever she pettily got upset, learned to smile the best she could. The sway of the train jolted her forward and, with a yelp, she rolled from her seat and onto the ground.

"For the last time—we are not going to be attacked by food!" Twilight struck her hooves into the ground and jumped back into a stand. The cart rocked again, and she stumbled in place. "Rather, there is a chance of the invasion of a destructive deity that we know close to nothing about!"

She whipped around to the friends seated around the table. All of them had managed to keep on it, alright. Three on each side with the current exception of her. She walked back to the edge of the bench. "Such it will be that a great BEAST will be bestowed into the SEA by the SKY itself! That's all we have to go off! And I could use a little help in—"

"Twilight, darling, you just slipped!"

Twilight's hoof pressed into the seat as she glared at Rarity. "Of course I did! Why are you telling me this? I was there to experience it!"

"I-It's not a matter of that darling but, if I could dare to be so insensitive for but a moment, it's just, that, well... d-do you believe yourself to be enlarging... in the area of the derriere?"

Twilight plopped into her seat with an opened mouth. "A-Are you accusing me of my rump getting bigger!"

"Not precisely my dear!" Rarity sat in the sunlight awash from the window as she fiddled in place. "Just that every part of you seems to have grown as of late! But one area, though, has been more noticeable."

Was this right? What this happening right now? Twilight was at a loss for words as she glared at her friends—all of which, in looking at each other, never looked at her. "Did you just say you've been looking at me from back there?!"

"Only with the eyes of a designer and with the heart of a friend."

Rainbow scrunched her lips left. "I only do it with the eyes of a perv."

Twilight crossed her arms over her chest for whatever reason. "R-Rainbow! How could you!"

"W-What! Your rump is big now that it got you tossed from your seat! How's a gal not supposed to get tracked by that?" Everything went dark as the train shot into a tunnel carved into the base of a mountain. "Swear you alicorns get something special on your diet or whatever."

Fluttershy squeaked. "B-But Twilight's diet hasn't changed."

One could hear Rainbow blinking. "Oh."

"Yeah!" Pinkie cheered for no real reason. "That means something about becoming a princess makes your booty aaaaable to shaaaake!”

Applejack coughed. "Do hate to admit it... but the princess definitely do rock somethin' back there."

"Luna's like a ball of warmed dough."

"Wait wait! You girls cannot talk about the princesses like this!" Twilight struck the table as the darkness persisted. They were out of the tunnel and inside of a shadow. Yet they could not bear to look out to the massive view outside the window. "And that includes me! Alicorn transformation does not increase my butt size!”

Rainbow bunched her lips. "Hard disagree."

Rarity placed her hooves on Rainbow's shoulders. "Hold on now. She may have a point. Cadance is surely full in the areas that count—but she's an awfully narrowed mare compared to the rest."

"Still bigger than you, Marshmallow."

"Now how could you! Speaking a lie like that."

"Certainly seems a tad narrower on a few of them posters."

"No, no." Twilight shook her head and tossed out a hoof. "I can back Rainbow on this one. She looks small until you get up close. She's probably bigger than all of us. Cadance tends to hide herself a little bit."

None had been expecting this answer from Twilight Sparkle.

"And you know this intimate detail how?”

"W-Well I—"

"Can you blame a nerdy girl for having a bombshell for a babysitter?"

"I-It wasn't like—"

"Explains why Twilight flared easily at the wedding."

"I would too... think they ever did any little games?"

"GIRLS!"

Twilight struck the table again and, once more, none could see the strike. It coincided to them all that their eyes were the brightest source of light. They looked to the window, the distant grassy range, one crushed beneath a sweeping scale of DEAR CELESTIA.

In the distance laid the panty-clad bottom as it rested on the range. Outer reaches of its skirt laying on the grass. The top of the fabric dome didn't hang enough over the interior. Inside the darkness, white with stripes of blue was the sweeping terrain of colossal panties.

Rounds walls of marshmallows rolled into the fabric as the stitching bent to the pressure, scrunching the globes. Sunlight barely shone at the sides of the skit. Hind legs like cranes rested on the ground.

Rainbow slowly nodded her head at the view. "Has to be an alicorn thing."

"Princess Celestia and Cadance growing up." Rarity whistled. "Lucky girl."

"S-Stop looking at her p-princess like that!" Twilight panicked in looking around. There was nothing to block the window with. It was much more for her temptation as she looked on to the backside of her teacher. "W-What is she doing here! Why is she so big! Why is she—"

"And why are your wings so flexed?"

Twilight snapped back to find that she couldn't. Looking over her shoulder revealed the wings at full mast. "I... that... t-this isn't like that! I have never thought about Princess Celestia like... like..."

Failure to finish that sentence was not to her benefit.

"I think that Twilight Sparkle wants to be a purple fly buzzing inside Celestia's skirt."

"Can you blame her?"

"GIRLS!"

And the ride kept on.

Across the rolling hill outside the edge of the city, which was consumed beneath the mass of the mare, Princess Celestia laid on her side, with a cheek resting on the grass, lips pursed, occasionally blowing to watch bends of countless fields of spades.

The day could not be worse on her spirit.

And yet.

"Look who it is!" Distant quakes broke across the land, although softer, of course, on larger ears. They perked up at the little sister able to sprinkle a little bit of 'worse' on anything. "Cadance! Over here! She's mopping on a hill!"

Celestia kept on her side as two shadows flushed over her. Her exposed eye dashed to the view. Two mares, their fronts darkened by the sun eclipsed at their back, the glint of white teeth in rows of a smile able to be seen.

Celestia's head lifted from the ground, slowing and stopping, tired and falling back. Locks of mane drifted over the side of her face. Both mares giggled at this in stepping out from the shadows. Luna left and Cadance right.

"My dear heavens!" Cadance threw up a foreleg with a poorly shocked expression. She fell to her stomach at once, causing a solid boom to ring out, a series of dull thuds produced through the land. "Aunty! Whatever did they do to you! I've never seen you so depressed before."

Celestia's lips tucked out from their sight. "You reverse-engineered the spell?"

“Because of my command!” Luna proudly patted her chest. "We heard about how awfully the city was treating your, shall we say, not so little day off?" Her head shook to a series of 'tut tut tut.' "Seems as though we have quite the trouble in store for us! But never to fear! I've always been excellent in terms of damage control."

Celestia's eye narrowed.

"P-Public damage control."

Celestia's eye narrowed further.

"Point is Lulu and I were awfully worried about you!" Cadance picked up the slack in nuzzling underneath Celestia's eye, the affection, frozen, in its insincerity. "About what could have caused all of this! Growing so large and wreaking havoc like this! And after so many years after being the perfect ruler!"

For politicians: they never learned how to act.

Celestia cleared her throat. "What are you two doing here?"

"Us? To help you of course!” Luna snickered as her a cyclone of magic, a blue density of a liquid swirled around her horn. Multiple nukes of plastic patterned the ground around him. "There is still time to reverse all the damage you've caused. Cadance and I went shopping before we came here."

Cadance snickered. "More like I presented my butt to a couple of outfits."

Luna's blush raced to the bottom of her flexed ears. "Not a word of that to her! Don't forget the deal!"

Cadance rolled her eyes.

And Celestia couldn't help but feel like these two saw her like an old granny that they were currently taking advantage of. Lazily she lit her horn and pulled on one of the towering bags. It fell onto its side to reveal the dark skirt of a maid.

"Maid outfits?"

Cadance turned her head and winked. "What's better for PR than a couple of giants, cute girls, dressed up as maids and cleaning the city?" She smiled—before an eyebrow rocketed upward. Her muzzle scrunched inward to blush overtaking it. "O-One second!"

She then looked across the side of her barrel and fought to put them into submission with a shake of her hips. There was a yelp and a dancing on her hooves to a pivot pressure between her legs. This went as far as smacking the side of her rump, a heavy blow that knocked the flanks into each other.

They rattled out to the restriction of the underwear.

Cadance blew a sigh and turned back around in relief. "Sorry about that! A-As I was saying—"

Luna had come behind the girl and, causally mounting her from behind, rested her elbow on the pink back. Her crotch applied force on the swells of the white underwear. Smushing them. Consuming whatever was inside in the overwhelming softness of peach.

"What she was saying that all of us will be dressing like maids and cleaning up the mess in the city that you made." Luna smirked in wiggling her lower half around, no doubt to feel more of the compressed softness—and whatever effect this would have on the other party. "Surely there's been enough fun. It's time to go and 'clean up' as you would always like to remind me."

The acting was terrible, and the scheme easy to see. Celestia, however, was tired. Pumping up on fun to be knocked down on its repercussions. She expected the fun to be worth the damage to all. Yet, she couldn't let herself go loose.

And her foul mood caused her to concede to this ploy.

Shining Armor knew how it felt to be inside the center of bubble gum, the folds and clumps of softness, hot and pink, shifting to the strides of the mare. To crawl across the lips of the steamy cavern, working up a sweat, the folds burning at his hooves—the view to the right exposing the colourful abyss.

He could hear—and feel—the long stride of legs that flanked him. How the ceiling, curved and white, would pull and tighten, relax and loosen, between each thunderous step. White fibres stretching and spreading, left and right, to whatever side of the lips were lifted at.

Yet he managed to find freedom in his next captivity.

The underwear had conformed around him, enough to press him into the mounds, but lax enough as not to pin. The backdrop of white assisted in his ascent in reaching the pond at the top of the lips. However above himwas his next problem.

The undersides of squishy planets loomed overhead, flourished in a layer of fuzz, lovely gardens of furs in the colour of roses. Their swell curved up and beyond his vision. Everything was dark in the underwear. Yet the orbs produced a glow of their own.

One rose and crashed into the other, falling down, as the other flank started to climb over it. It dropped the same, and the cycle repeated. Each shift and sway of the prison inched the stallion down. Down to where the chasm of the lips would take him for sure.

He crawled up to see the dusk of the slit between the spheres. It was helpless to see how far they pushed and how sweeping their curves were. Instead, he climbed up to the bottom of the divot. He baked in warmth. Each of the massive cherries condensed a sun in their centres that radiated outward.

Shining flipped onto his back and, beneath the grinding cleft, proceeded to strike his hooves inside; softness ground on his forelegs in a way to make him moan from the massage. He shook his head and looked outward. Through whatever diffused view possible through the theatre-screen of underwear.

To the buildings looming in the beyond.

And how many would be crushed, knocked over, by the softy twins.

Shining spread the divot enough to produce an opening, in which he kicked on the underwear to push himself inside off. Not much work as needed after that as the undulation of the walls sucked him in. Keeping to a tempo of vibrations that wiggled into his sides. Soon it was the bottom of his legs hanging out from the crevice.

Until they, too, were slurped inside.

Shining had been taking into the backside as all sounds became muffled due to the walls. Able to hear the knocks on the world itself to the vibrations of the coming stomps. Each time, the power of the step rocked through the towering leg, the energy jiggling through the ass that caught him.

The colt was at peace with this for a while.

Warmed.

Hugged in-between the turning and twisting walls.

Until hearing the rifling of fabric.

His eyes opened from the loving embrace to hear the sliding of clothing on skin. It wasn't before long that the ballooned walls shook in such a manner as to dislodge him. Edging him out until he was spat onto the hammock.

Gravity pulled from inside his stomach as the underwear dropped from the pink clouds. Falling and falling as the spires consumed the sides of his vision. Soon his back lifted from the silk as it gained in inches further from him. His forelegs rolled helplessly to his demise.

Cadance's back legs twitched apart to push on the waistband, stopping and flexing the panties at her ankles. Shining pelted the spacious back of them, bounced and rolled forward on the snowy slope. He crashed on his front at the crotch of the underwear.

Shining breathed in the fresh air that wasn't womanly perfume. However, his new lease on life was teased as one of the legs rose from the article's hole. The fabric fell left, and the stallions with it, from the heated material.

And crashing into the front of another pair.

Shining rose on his chest and looked across the surrounding field. It was smooth and glittery. It reminded him of the material of those strange bed sheets Cadance had bought one time. He looked up from the underwear to see his wife.

Dying in the view.

Cadance had done up her mane in the service of the word. The side of her barrel—greater than the greatest ship in any port—was glad in a sweeping, translucent, rouge material with touches of white. It was the same with her stockings. Bridges of her claps, hanging, from her legs.

Her massive eye winked.

Shining looked over to his left to see the other giant culprit. Luna paid him no mind as she looked over her back—too focused on pulling the traditional maid skirt over her backside. Her mane had been done in a ponytail with winding wisps over her face.

Her stockings were lighter blue on darker white, and the same was true with her underwear too.

Her massive eye swept across the landscape, stopping in catching him.

Luna's smirk meant zero good.

The colt flipped onto his back to escape the two's view—only to see the third. Way off in the distance so in touching down her cap over her eye. There'd been a clasp of fabric on her neck. The charcoal of her outfit had been sprinkled with patches of gold.

Flexed between her legs was the vast expanse of golden underwear.

Celestia looked forlorn as she dressed.

And yet.

Shining couldn't but start crawling toward her.

Cadance never knew how much it tickled the mind to see her tiny stallion, dwarfed in the surrounding of her underwear, a little world of silk—not so little for him. He looked up at her in amazement of everything that she was.

And this made her happy.

Until he started crawling across the fabric and toward the oldest princess of them all. In seeing those panties going up ivory towers to attempt to cup the greatest posterior known to pony kind. How magic tugged at its edges, over the thickest clumps of that derriere, snaps ringing out of elastic onto softness.

Cadance immediately stepped into her underwear and cast the little one into a shadow. She didn't bestow him the gift of lying back, looking up, allowing him to see that which he would skyrocket into. Instead, the underwear shot into her bottom, digging right in, without much remorse behind it.

Her magic collected the heart-shaped claps and hooked them to her outfit, stretching the underwear to its limits, ensuring she could feel that itch that was pinned into her. Letting her skirt drop. She turned to the others.

"Alright then!" Cadance turned around and fell on her bottom, adding extra pressure to her passenger. She clapped her hooves before spreading them into the air. “Is everyone reaaady for princess maid-off!?”

Luna smirked and dropped her skirt.

Celestia, however, cocked her head and rose a hoof.

Cadance pointed at her ecstatically. "Yes?!"

"Did you just stuff Prince Shining Armor into your underwear?"

"Whaaaat? Nooo!" Cadance turned her head and waved the notion off. "You're seeing things. He's still on base away from here."

Celestia's lips pushed to the side as she strolled to the girl. Cadance stood and turned at once, even though no longer needing to give in to fear—Celestia evoked that in her anyway. Didn't help that she was still taller and bigger than the duo. "Are you sure about that?"

"Positive!" Cadance cleared her throat and struck out a hoof to the distant city. Her horn glowed and, out from the bags littered around them, floated out feather dusters, clothes, and other such accessories. "Now it's time to go in and fix Celestia's mess! Maybe even have a little completion of what princess can raise the most morale out of our subjects."

Luna grinned in stepping behind her. “What a fine idea indeed! We can see, in the present and equal times, who our subjects currently love the most!" The boom of Luna's giggles were acidic. "Well? How about it, Celly!?"

She looked over her shoulder and expected to see her sister, either with a head raised or lowered but, instead of this, what she saw was none. Celestia had dove her muzzle into Cadance's skirt and, looking at the plump vulva, noticed a bulge higher up on them.

"Definitely think someone forced Shining against your—"

Cadance prepared to kick Celestia in the face.

It was a known law, in the world of ponies, that 'normal' never lasted for long—and the strange quickly became stranger. Across the sidewalks of Manehatten was the crowding of ponies with guards blocking access to the roads. A massive feather duster entered the view behind them, a boom to that which was normally weightless.

The mass dusted back and forth as it swept across the lane, a cloud of grey, thin, rising from the currents. Chips of asphalt and pieces of debris were sucked into the depths of the duster—catching and becoming entwined in its thick strands.

Like a parade, the vehicle passed the on-lookers, with the next ride appearing next, the dropping of clothed, titanic hooves. Each was dressed in tanned-blue socks with intermittent lanes of white throughout its height.

Ponies cheered in the THUMP!! of every step as it rattled the sidewalk and launched them into the air: like being on a trampoline without the need of owning one. Whatever had not been caught by the duster, then, was covered in a shadow of a crater.

The hoof followed next. Dropping from the sky and summing an explosion of winds as vibrations broke underneath the ground. Little ponies enjoying the tickles at the underside of their hooves as some attempted to balance on it.

Few others, however, were a bit cheeky.

In the section where there was a touch more space between the lined guards, a group of ponies, of stallions and mares, the love, equal, as they snuck onto the road behind the gigantic mare. They galloped toward the distant figure as her back legs strode forward, a gait in her step, as the ponies looked up.

From the bend of those ankles to the black skirt above. How its ends twirled in a stride, a flounce on her step, each one, a shake to the mass beneath the fabric. The group soon reached the impact zone and looked forward. Between the four, soft pillars, to the view beyond.

The underside of Luna's muzzle floated as though a game of soccer could be played on it. Despite the ability to use magic, she bit the end of the duster, with a head cocked to the side, swiping up and down, working on cleaning the streets.

Unlike the other giant maids, this one actually seemed invested in the job.

It reached the point where the mass of mare had stopped in her tracks in approaching a cluster of wagons and newsstands. Bunched and broken and left in a heap by guards for her to clean. Her giant eyes rolled, and her horn glowed.

From behind and on top of a building, a duster had been laid, twice the height of its roof. It cast shadows onto the ground below, which ponies had gathered beneath, with a subtle bend of the building from nothing more than plastic.

Soon the instrument became consumed in an aura of magic and, on lifting, had produced groans from the building below. The pan flew across the area and slowed at Luna's side. She laid it on the ground in front, its end facing her, as she swept the mess into it.

Like a portable junkyard.

The ponies behind, however, had used her stopping to reach the base of her back legs. Some dared to even approach the thick, warmly spires, to lean into the clothing.

It was the cotton of a sock, now warmed by the flesh beneath, a layer of plushness over an essence of softness. Both ponies on both legs then, without shame, proceeded to look up. Being in the shadow of the skirt had not been enough.

They looked up to see the dim interior of the skirt. A glint of teal was curved inside of the darkness. Barely stretched over the thickest swell of the overhead flanks—what escaped its side, squeezed, to the capacity of its full volume.

That, and the bulge of a feminine thing that was strained below.

All ponies dreamily laid their heads on the roundness of the legs, content to watch the sky, in all the little ways it shifted. Of course the clearing of a throat, like thunder from that sky, did not dispel their trance either.

Luna huffed in seeing the little ponies looking up in a place off-limits. She strode forward without remorse. Each blotch of colour fell to the ground from the lack of support. In seconds they were lying on the road and, above, was the waterfall of a tail.

It came down and doused the lot in strands. Some being absorbed to its centers as nothing blue silk of blue coursed around them. It all then started to move, the tail dusting left and right, rolling the bunch, that was, until they were shot out from the depths of the hair.

And they were lucky—or maybe not—for none to have gotten tangled and have this fact go unknown by the giantess.

"Pesky little ponies!" Luna muttered as her head reared above the buildings to buy herself space from the tiny ones. "For decades I put all of my splendour into the night sky for them to enjoy it. Adjusting constellations and different arrays of shooting stars! Yet all that was needed for them to look up was the underside of a skirt!"

Her lofty eyes peered down at the lanes of ponies at a stretch across the sidewalks. She had the mind to give the crowd a piece of it. Without warning was how her back leg sliced into the front of a building, empty of course due to being an abandoned district, with aim dead-centre.

The mass of her hoof crunched all the way to the center of the structure before retreating. Parts rained from her leg as she put it back on the ground. The crowds turned in seeing the pillar decimate the towering structure. Even when it pulled out, and chairs and sofas were pelting from it pulling out, the ponies cheered as they scampered around.

The building possessed a perfect hole in the middle, showing that the floors, all of them, burnt to the same distance inside of it. In the center had been the reveal of the stairwell—or half of what remained of one. It wouldn't have been a surprise if there had been a pony, having gone up them, to look out from there, suddenly afraid, to the spontaneous opening in the wall.

Going up the steps to an explosion of sound. Sphere of a sock, the underside of a hoof, breaking into the stairwell. Seeing only the underside of a hoof as half the area collapsed and crumbled to below. Then that hoof pulling back, slowly as dust rained from all around it, to reveal the view to the outside world once more.

Or perhaps a massive eye that peered inside.

Luna grumbled, however, in the cheers to the crowd. Fear flashed in scaring the ponies that would ruin her plan. Yet even in this demonstration of anger, all of them gave their praises to the moon.

This would infuriate her further.

The giantess then raised a stock-foreleg high and, reaching the apex, slammed it down, in a blur with a whirl to winds, into the ground. Breaking into the road and carving into it like a knife slicing into cake. The hole went as far as her elbow as the masses were knocked around from the attack.

And yet.

"Luna! Luna! Luna!'

Her snarl wormed until there was a quaking behind and, soon enough, a pink hoof threw over her neck. She was pulled out and back and forced to stand straight. Beside her was Cadance, standing tall, wearing sunglasses, fancy with a rose-tint.

"Eaaaaasy now." Cadance smirked and talked through the corner of that. "This is the day we're supposed to be taking the monopoly of love away from Celestia. If you keep wrecking the city like she did—"

"But they're enjoying it!" Luna hissed in a whisper in lifting the criminal-foreleg as a whip of dust curved with its raise. "Can you not hear their chanting? It almost sounds like they would be satisfied if I took down this city in my anger!"

Cadance lowered the sunglasses further onto her muzzle and looked over the rim's top to the crowds. Little flashes of white with the cheering of the public further her grin. Looking from one side to another, a proper pop star, with a foreleg still over the sulk.

"Of course these ponies don't mind! They get to see a giant Luna wreck havoc! Must do a thing or two seeing a powerful girl upset." Cadance stuck out her tongue before seizing for a moment. Electric tickles doused from deep inside her tummy. Her cheeks coloured a deeper pink. "T-The ones that... o-oh my... one... one second here please!"

Luna rolled her eyes in pushing the sunglasses back on her aunt. Beneath the rims were eyes shutting up with twitching in trying to keep open. Cadance always made the dumbest expressions during... states like these. Corner of her lips, still at a tug, with a tongue attempting to escape through.

Luna sighed and, lacking a lot in social discourse, reached a foreleg to the back of her fellow mare. Behind her rump and below the cover of a tail. Her hoof traced the swell of the lips down to a sizable bump. Little twirling not for the sake of adding pleasure.

And yet.

"L-Luna! What are you—"

Luna found the minuscule pest and, in applying pressure, pulled him off from the sphere. Back to where there was a dip in the fabric over the slit. She pushed in from there, not caring for how improper her actions were—or just where she had banished the little stallion to.

"Maybe it will be a touch easier to speak when you do not have your special someone ringing your special bell." Luna pulled back her hoof to find it warmed—like held over a fire. It was a touch damp. Pulling it close invaded her nostrils with a rich perfume of mare. "Oh trouble. Certainly an easy one to excite—aren't you?"

Cadance's cheeks were red instead of pink and for a different reason altogether now. "Forgetting how morally apprehensive the last ten seconds were, yes, but that's better than the alternative—wouldn't you agree?"

Luna scowled.

"But these ponies couldn't care less in seeing you get mad and destroying a building or two—you're adorable when you're angry." Cadance smirked—although her lips pushed to the side. She looked over her back. "Uh-oh. Think you got him pinned back there. He might actually end up getting p-pulled—WOOOOAH!"

Cadance stepped forward from a nip on her nethers with a heart starting to race. She crashed over the crowd and into a building, carving it in with the shape of her chest, hugging the apartment for support. She flogged out her rump a touch more, it swinging by inches, dealing with the threat nestled inside.

"Oooooh hooooney... mhm... n-not now pleeeease?"

Luna covered her face with a hoof. The crowds turned from her to the other in heat. Cheering upward to the skirt that was pulled. The pink derriere loomed above on its lonesome. Swinging to the sides as Cadance's tail brushed across the street.

Her pink underwear had slipped from her cheeks, coming to dig into the divot between, riding in.

Confound these ponies! Luna started to curse in her head in falling back to a heap of midnight dough thumping into the street. Her skirt flounced up to reveal it before floating in a descent that soon covered the area. I thought they would be rational about this! Giant mare wrecks the town, and so giant maids come up to clean the mess! What is it about seeing a girl stomp around that causes them to drop all logical thought?

She shook her head as, before her, Candace's back legs were stepping back and forth. She was almost tempted to mount the mare to keep her still. Though that would further the chaos she was trying to prevent.

So long as Celly does not discover this—we should be alright. Luna's eyes swept across all the ponies gathering around her sitting form. They were nearly like pets for her entertainment. She smiled with a tilt of the head. And maybe if they enjoy seeing me be powerful... there can be some enjoyment from this, after all.

Celestia sighed in standing before the skyscraper of Manehatten, with a patch of it front, missing, and needing to be covered. All out of elegance, she summoned a roll of monolithic duck tape and, taping over the section, nodded at the work.

She looked over the back of her outfit to the view of the city. Over the roofs of buildings to the distant markers of mares. Luna was in the abandoned district, body low to a prone, still sweeping with her dustpan.

In a portion of the city called 'The Four Corners,' Cadance stood in the center of the square to the faraway right. In every corner stood a sky-rise building. Unlike Luna, she took a moment to admire herself in the reflected glass—like four mirrors made for her alone.

Cadance would wink at one and pushed out her rump at another. Catch herself with a surprise to the right and enter a demure state in looking to the one at the left. She was always practising with that. The ways to make herself more in every regard.

Though, after a while—and a distant hum from Luna—the sweet nephew got to work.

She had a light-pink cloth draped over her neck. Going to one of the buildings, and Cadance decided the best idea was to spit without having a spray bottle. Lightly onto the glass and smiling afterward. Then she took the cloth into a hoof and started to wipe.

Of course the girl didn't know her strength as, in the first press of the cloth, she sank her hoof into the glass and tore at the flooring. Her hoof yanked back, in the protection of the cloth and her stocking, to the short rain of glass from the entry.

Her cheeks coloured red and she turned her head, covering most of her face with mane, the previously practised looks, working now, as the working ponies inside didn't much mind. She went to laugh—but stopped. Once more her muzzle shot to the sky with eyes closing tight.

Celestia turned from the building with a confused expression in peering at her troublesome nephew. She'd inducted a strange family, no doubt. Watching as the mare was losing control of her body.

Cadance rose a hoof to her chest to draw circles in the lands of pink fluff. Puffing them as her back leg was starting to kick out. Celestia narrowed her eyes as it wasn't quite that. More so the mare was pushing out her leg than pulling it in, flexing it—or flexing the stretch of her underwear.

Then another shudder tore through her as the colossal mare stumbled backward. Cadance was looking back at her flanks and saying something to them. Celestia's mouth opened although to no words. Although guilt was still on her mind to the two mares that abused her for it—slowly, even that waned in the coming strangeness.

Cadance was rocked forward from an invisible attack and, with a cry of her own, danced back into one of the buildings. Her lesson with her hoof taught the right amount of pressure to put on it. Those insides did not mind the heart-shaped shadow that backed and darkened the twenty stories of flooring.

Didn't she just wipe that one down?

How did all of this look to all the little ponies throughout the floors? The approaching darkness and gusts of winds from the incoming masses? Crowds looking beyond the panes of glass to the massive derriere backing into the building.

The establishment rocked from impact as dense pink layered onto the glass. Sealing darkness as its pressure and suction increased against the windows. Soon a growl of moan sounded from afar.

The floor rocked forward and back, and the panes of the ceiling knocked loose from the thumping of the princess. Lights blowing and wiring falling from the ceiling as the panty-rump inched forward before crashing back. The booms were rhythmical. Items knocked from desks during each one.

The ponies on the lower floor were more apt to see the base of the pink-strawberry underwear. Fields of silks sucked into the slit, strained and defining its shape. At its bottom, a soft boulder nudged into the fabric. The round mass possessed a bulge at its underside curve—a stallion splayed into a broad hug.

This stallion would have been crushed, now and long before, with a rump sent into buildings. Yet the massive flanks acted like shock absorbers, becoming thicker on pressure, further straining the underwear, pinning him into the clit's sweet spot.

Meanwhile, far away, the other giant princess lowered from her back legs, coming onto her front again. Celestia strolled across the city with a body peeking over the tops of the buildings. In reaching Cadance, the smaller, younger mare was fully bent down.

Muzzle with her forelegs and ass backed fully into the glass. Long wipes up and down, around and around, cleaning the spit that was there. Celestia cleared her throat. Cadance broke from her daze and glanced up. "O-Oh. Hey."

Where was the fairness in all of this? Celestia looked to the building, from which the pink booty peeled from. Heart shape imprint of ass left on the glass. Her giant muzzle peered into the floor of tinies to see them all knocked back: glad.

Her mouth opened.

But.

"O-Oh no! Luna! Luna—stop that!" Cadance bolted from the ground with crunches of her hooves tearing away chunks of stone. She sped from the sector to down the main street where, in the city's central plaza, the other giantess was set in a game. "You're not supposed to step on them! Bad giantess!"

Celestia pulled up from behind with no mind to how the sides of her skirt caught to the edges of some buildings, the force of stepping forward, sometimes ripping the top corners of buildings and raining the remains down below.

She strolled to the plaza where Luna stood in the middle of, an angry muzzle in the sky to the ponies below, those running around her hooves, which she lifted and dropped onto them—missing by inches. Cadance bumped her hips into Luna's. "Hey, hey! What are you trying to do?"

"These little pests here! Yes! All of you.” Luna growled and, like a cat, began a flurry of hooves into the ground. Ponies leapt seconds from the impact zones of her hooves as the giantess's forelegs started to cross. "Kept running underneath my hooves as I was trying to clean! It's like they were trying to get stepped on!"

Cadance coughed. "P-Probably a few that would like to be stepped on by you."

"Then their wish will be fulfilled!"

"Lunaaaaa!" Cadance grabbed the next downward hoof and instead placed it gently down. She looked at the cast of laughing ponies and, setting a hoof in front of their back, also scooped another from behind. She swept them onto her sole and lifted the platform. "This is not how we win approval! Here."

Cadance's muzzle leaned into one of Luna's stockings and, biting the article's band, pulled it back a touch. Her other hoof came in and sprinkled the ponies around its shape. Not enough that they would wall deep—rather a shallow pouch.

Once done, her teeth let go, the band snapping around, pleasantly, into all the little subjective. Like being tucked into a ride, they all threw up their hooves, waiting for it to begin, always in the shadow of the overhead skirt.

Those on the side bend of the thigh were able to look long to the right, seeing the muzzle of the giantess drop, set in a hover and glaring at them. The cloud of her mane, billowing, as she did not seem amused.

"Thigh rides! Give 'em a try! Never even got the chance to do em' with Shining... yet."

Cadance sauntered off from the group, lowering in her travels to pick up the dropped duster, intent on resuming her duties. This left the two sisters standing side by side. Celestia looked down as Luna only came up to her shoulders.

The mare huffed.

Then hip-checked her.

Those bound to the thighs' squishy flesh were in for a ride as the above hips swung back only to swing forward. How the above hips knocked into the ones of white and the poor other was knocked off balance. They watched that titanic rump break into the top portion of some store. Then, with a slow rise and a quick drop, their ride was off.

Celestia was forced to flap her wings hard to regain balance. Stepping forward to see the gait of her sister. How she walked the lane of the street, with the sidewalks filled with following ponies—much less the cheering ones in the band of her stocking.

She sighed. It was empty, none here to see the cute sailor turned maid looking to the ground around her. Celestia dropped her keister onto the land to the quake it summoned around. Leaning her back into the building, it bent and groaned, and she slid furthermore—deciding to be lazy.

I just can't get a grasp on what it is I'm supposed to do today.

Her gaze flicked to the new opening in the high store.

Suppose I could apologize for that for now.

The back of Celestia's body kept limp as she supported herself on bent forelegs. The edge of her muzzle flew into the gap in the structure. The floors were empty—save for the top. Her giant eyes were forced to narrow on the little barber chair.

And at a stallion she recognized.

"Sir Castaway?"

Castaway sat back in his seat, mane washed back and doused with bubbles, the rest of his facial hair cleanly trimmed. He was sitting and waiting for the conditioner to set, alone to think when, suddenly, a foot to his left—the floor caved in.

Few seconds after that entered the massive muzzle of white. It consumed the space with few rainbow vines floating in: like a dinosaur peeking into a building. The mare's eye now settled on him.

Her mighty snout wrinkled. "Sir Castaway?"

He shuffled in his chair. "Destiny must be playin' me funny for us to keep meetin' like this." He did his best to sit properly. Although it was much harder to get comfortable in these seats—much less when a warm breeze from a mare breathed frequently. "And forget that whole business about 'sir'. Heck. As you can see—I hardly do a good job of evn' being a stallion!"

Celestia's muzzle was frozen for a while. Then it laughed. Sweetness booming off the walls in a softness that made him forget it was loud. Her lips pulled into a smile that would have taken him for one hell of a ride. "I-I was about to say... you look ridiculous!"

"The foam beard a touch much?"

Celestia laughed. "Why do you even have it!?"

"Lady assured me now it was the quickest and finest way of bringing out the shine in whatever was left of it." Castaway wanted to fiddle with his hooves and do so, underneath the cover of black tarp laid on his front. "Don't know how many dates yer bringin' tomorrow—figured I needed to look the fanciest of them all to stand a chance."

Celestia's muzzle cocked on instinct and, because of this, the bridge of her snout tore into the ceiling. She flicked back down and rubble from the damage. Her muzzle wiggled in place to rid herself of it as she spoke. "O-Others? W-Whatever do you mean?"

"It means... well, t-that I got to thinkin' an all that." Castaway's shoulders dropped as he looked into the side of Celesta's face—into the one eye of vibrant pink. "Today's yer day of kickin' it real, yeah? So it makes sense that I... wouldn't be the only one on that list."

"List?"

"You got what I mean."

"I... don't think you will have to worry about some list." Celestia's eye looked away from him, a feeling of sadness washing the floor. It jerked him from the chair as his hoof escaped the tarp to wipe out his beard. "My subjects aren't... too happy with the fun had in their city today."

"What? Horse cocky! Who's been feedin' you that nonsense?"

Celestia's muzzle laid on the floor like a dog's might on the ground, looking forward, drained and not wanting to be here. Her clearing throat rumbled vibrations across the zone as she spoke. "Just the reactions I've seen on ponies. Much less my sister and niece."

Castaway dropped from the chair and strode to the opening in the ground, standing before it, before the demure giantess. "Now you rewind this all a touch. I know a few troublesome ponies and a squandering sister ain't enough to get you down." His hoof reached out, over the ledge, to stroke the cheek of white. "Now tell me what's really goin' on inside."

Celestia's eyes shot down onto the floor as she grumbled. "Today's not going like I wanted it to. I got excited and broke a few buildings, and now everypony hates me."

"Now, just when the heck did you turn into a teenager!" Looking through the gap between building and mare revealed a glimpse of the distant outfit. "Much less sailor to maid! Your family trick you with that? Clean up your messes and all?"

Celestia nodded. Which entailed her snout breaking through the ceiling and her jaw chipping away the floor. "Mmhmm."

"Lemme guess another factor here." Castaway backed from the cavity of the building for the sake of his safety. "Your family is also doin' little tricks to win 'em favour with the masses? Maybe doing a couple of things you wouldn't?"

"My niece backed her rump into a building to wipe it down."

Castaway blinked at that with an expression that said—

"And don't you say you wished you could have been there!"

His forehooves went up. "Wasn't even thinkin' about it."

They went back down as the stallion was thrown into thought. What was the right thing to say here? Celestia being happy was worth any cost involved—he was sure others felt this way as well. Anyone trying to stop that though...

"Listen here. I'm gonna speak from the heart on this and... well, my heart ain't known for always being morally right." He coughed and stood tall as he focused entirely on the big mare. "I think you're quite possibly one of the greatest gals to have ever lived. And that a lot of ponies right now... need ya to just be yourself."

Celestia's eye flashed onto him. "But I've caused a lot of trouble to ponies today."

"Only cause none had any idea what was goin' on! I'm sure you've noticed by now just how many happy folks are glad to keep around you giants now?" Celestia's nod was smaller this time. Barely a lift and a drop. But it was enough. "I talked to a few of them throughout the day. Thought it would be a hassle even dealin' with you. But you know what I found?"

The princess didn't need to nod.

"That after the beginning trouble period—that you were well worth the trouble." Castaway stepped forward again and, with a risk, laid his hoof on the cliff of cheek. "Lot of ponies were starting to get bored. Nothing new or exciting happening. Just the same old to the next same old."

His hoof stroked the ivory garden.

"Then you come around, looking as cute and adorable as you do, rocking every guy or gal could want underneath it all." He chuckled. "I'm serious. You in that sailor outfit with a wink and a tip of the hat was nearly enough to pop all of us off—you're perfect in that thing."

"You think I looked good?"

"You'll replace the word soon enough for how good you were in it." That was a lousy compliment but, then again, it wasn't often that he paid any. "And you havin' fun? That's exactly what folk were needin'."

He looked out to the city from the side of Celestia's neck. "So what if you were tearing through town? It brought life back to ponies. Being able to see you stomping through the streets or havin' fun with a building. You cast an effect on anyone that looks at you. Able to change so many days within the span of one."

Celestia blinked. Looked away. Her muzzle pulled.

Castaway worried about saying something wrong, but instead, she laid her muzzle on its side and scooted it toward him. He barely stood above her bottom nostrils as she nudged into his little form. He went back, with a laugh, into petting the area.

"But what about all that damage?"

"Truth is we need it, Tia." Castaway smiled in finding a spot that drew a twitch from the immensity. Her eyes, stacked on a side, watching his little figure. "Like all those zany adventures that student of yours did. Wreak a little havoc, and everybody has some fun. Deviates us from the norm for a while."

He chuckled. "All that chaos will fill us for a bit. Then it's off to rebuilding and re-doing and what not. Getting to feel like tomorrow won't just be another yesterday." His hoof dropped for a moment. "Course you can't be doin' this all the time. But all it takes is a day of fun to change the course of the next few months."

Celestia was silent for a long while as she let the thoughts develop in her head. Not quite what he wanted to preach—but something close to reaching it. Always it bit at Castaway in being unable to nail that which he preached.

"Maybe... perhaps... all of that is right." Celestia's voice sounded from behind the feminine structure—her breath, warm, filling the place. "Would certainly explain how those two were so easy to start enjoying themselves. B-But even then..."

"Huh."

The backdrop of Celestia's eyes blinked. "Hmm?"

Castaway shook his head and resumed his efforts. "Nothing nothin'. Just... never expected for greatness to be able to get insecure—was thinkin' it was a purely 'mortal' thing." He chuckled. "Good thing about reassuring perfection is that you've got no reason to lie."

"You think I'm perfect?"

"Everyone does—even them family of yours." The breathing fur sounded its compulsion for him to come in, arms opening and chest falling onto the spread, sinking into whiteness, rubbing into smoothness. "Why do you think they were so set on holdin' you back? That pink one has always been a narrow gal from those posters."

Celestia couldn't suppress a giggle.

"So those two have to be willing to do everything you won't to keep up." His cheeks burnt hot, and suddenly, it felt wrong to be so submerged in snowy fluff. "And, uh, i-in comparison of you to those others... ya... got them beat in nearly every category... feminine... and otherwise."

"Shall I take that as a compliment?"

"Take it in any way that doesn't get me crushed."

"And if I were to crush you with something you'd liiiike?"

Castaway pushed his chest from the fuzz and looked to his left, to the billboard face of the mare, whose eyes were half-lidded and smugness set on her expression. He pumped a foreleg into the air. "There's the princess I've been waiting for! That's exactly what those two were needin' for you to hold back."

"Or else what?"

"Or else you'd take 'em down with ease."

Celestia's muzzle flew into him, nuzzling him, a contact he was quick to return. Few seconds passed before he stepped back, and the muzzle pulled out. Her face still loomed in the gap, now, however, more determined.

"Think I have a few family members I need to put in their place."

The stallion held a foreleg over his chest as he nodded. "And a city to rock to its foundations."

Celestia pulled out from the building and, on her departure, the view of the city returned. The road below and the plaza not too far away. The mare turned—and kept her back facing him. She smiled. "And for the record, Mister Castaway, the only stallion I would want to explore back there.”

The dome of black fabric floated up to reveal the indescribable. Large flanks barely contained in the spread of tight white underwear. They were squeezed at their sides and further bunched by them. The girl gave a rise and a drop to the pair, the heavy smack of the twins able to send many to war.

And with a drop of the skirt.

Celestia was gone.