Big Celly's Day Off

~ VIII ~

Auntie and Niece

Princess Celestia stepped back from the opening in the building, uncaring that it was the fault of her destruction, rather, wagging her rump to the vast spread of dust and debris. Those on the streets below ran from the raining pieces.

Although none screamed.

The mare came to stand in the center of the square with a bit more power in her step. Not caring for the hoof, crunching into the pavement, like it were sand on the beach. Summoning asphalt around it, clumps of smoothness, in leaving a crater of her hoof mark.

The ponies on the sidewalk looked on, with jaws dropped, stunned, more so in amazement. Watching that hoof lift seconds later to the pelting of stone and scattered remains of pipes. They looked up to their goddess, beyond the sea of white fluff that was from her collar, up high, at the side of her muzzle.

Undulating mane billowed over it, a smoky look, revealing but an eye, a nearly close, glowing one. She winked at them, it, like a gunshot, blasting a couple of ponies into the building behind. With a giggle, the giantess looked forward, raising her muzzle, over the tops of apartments, to the strutting niece in pink.

There was a talk in order.

Cadance endured the flashes of all the little cameras with glee, long forgetting her duster and pan, which laid on top of some building far away. She took a pose after pose, the need to strut, compelling, as the four corners were amassed with overflowing ponies.

So distracted by this as to miss the thundering behind her.

It did not occur to Cadance that she had a pony waiting on her, that was until the little flashes couldn't light the shadow that had been cast over her. She squeaked as her ears drooped at her sides. Prancing around in place, she looked up, way up, to the figure of so many attributes.

"Celly! I mean Celestia! Hey there! Hi there! Hello there!" She was coughing and sweating and still in the shadow of the majestic one. What had happened? What was with the sudden shift of tone? "D-Did you finish cleaning up your side of your mess? G-Great! Say... could you take over for me?"

It didn't help that Celestia was tall, broad, and composed of perfection. So much that the street was no longer enough to consume her as the buildings were hugging the sides of her barrel. Had she gotten bigger? The princess took a step forward in time for Cadance to take one back.

"Woah there! Careful or else your flanks will—"

Celestia did not seem to care as her bubbles of white tore through the corners of several complexes, a chip as the slots of bricks, from each one, fell and struck into alleyways. There they collapsed and disintegrated as the swells leapt and bounced and quivered into stillness.

Cadance was but a filly cowering before a mare.

What was she supposed to say here? What was she supposed to do? Cadance checked by her hooves and underneath her tail, seeing all those amassed ponies, those little things, starting to cower away as well. They watched on, her feeling of bigness, now removed, as she was nothing but a little girl now standing in the middle of a playset.

She looked up at Celestia and at her sides. How easily that barrel stole a lane and demanded extras. Or that maid outfit, buttoned tightly, now worn loose, chest fluff like a sprouting forest from there.

"You've been a naughty one, haven't you, dear Cadance?"

"Whaaaa me? Couldn't be!" Cadance whipped her foreleg from the street, knocking a miniature sign flying in pushing a hoof to her chest. She looked left and right with a lowered muzzle and eyes barely able to look up. "You're thinking of Luna. She's the one responsible. I didn't do anything that she didn't rope me into!"

Celestia was shaking her muzzle, although the movement was so delicate, as to be smaller than a twitch. But Cadance saw it, recognized it, and feared it. Her snout bunched and wrinkled as Celestia's lowered from the sky.

"I wasn't referring to that... although... thank you for tattling on my troublesome sister for me."

"I-I... you... uhm..."

"Whatever is the matter, dear niece? So proud to assert yourself but moments ago—and bully your auntie not even an hour prior." Celestia subtly clicked at her teeth, allowing a warm breath to escape her lips—washing over the smaller girl. "Not to mention taking that little husband of yours and trapping him in those delicate panties. Was that also Luna's idea? Here I thought the two of you had issues."

"Whaaaat? Luna and I? Best friends... best friends!"

Celestia giggled. Softly with a touch of weight. Like a ball of warmth, a sun in of itself, exuding heat. Her long muzzle passed over Cadance's, drifting to a pause over her ears. More hums echoed above. Soon a foreleg draped over the smaller mare.

"Would you lie to me? To your auntie?"

"Uhhh..."

"Because there's already so much you've kept hidden from me." Celestia enjoyed a self-satisfied hum as her foreleg tugged Cadance into the fluff of her chest. The latter fought it, wiggling in place, shifting with stepping legs. Her underwear flexed to changes noted by the passenger inside them. "Ever since you had that stallion swear to you, you've been careful about keeping him around me."

Cadance's face was buried in the warm, snowy forest, when it flared to the purring of the older princess. She tensed in place in ceasing her struggles. Celestia's voice was heard from through her chest. "Even though he was in my guard and would stumble in my presence. Now that I'm gigantic, I haven't gotten to see him once—do you know why?"

"He's sick! Terrible ill! At home with the cough and runs and—"

"He's currently nestled deep in your wonderland, caught between those rolling flanks, or submerged in a place now usually talked about by family." Celestia released a long sigh as her foreleg released her charge. Cadance could barely stumble out of the shadow in time. "Some fillies hide their colts in their rooms or closest. Yet, now you have been tucked away in your special area to keep him from me."

Celestia lunged forward before Candace could scamper into a turn, twisting and, from the impact, toppling onto her side. She slid into the front of a bank, its golden symbol, blasting to the side, crunching into the street, rolling away, as the mare's back crashed through its entrance.

Cadance could barely collect herself from the plastic glass before being aware that she was lying on her back. Spreading her legs and looking between her thighs, she saw the giantess, prone low, the sides of her rump, swelling and cracking into buildings.

There was a scream and a yelp and the need to crawl back while, at the same time, feeling a bugle resting on the curve of her lower lover. Someone had risen above the current and was swimming out from her lips. With a hitched breath, closed eye, and frazzled hair, Cadance crawled back.

Crawling and crawling and dragging her rump into tearing a divot through the street with softness alone. Desperation flooded her as the predator continued to stalk forward without losing its composure. Soon it was gaining.

Cadance flipped onto her stomach and went flying onto her hooves when, suddenly, the ground behind, seriously crunched, and the sounds of blimp-sized mortars whizzed overhead. The shadow passed over the mare as she turned. And she did so in time to capture the arrival.

Four hooves slammed and crushed and crunched into the street and quaked the ground worse than any earthquake. Buildings around wobbled with others tumbling from the conquest. Celestia landed with a flush of violent winds as she started down the other mare.

And brought her muzzle in close enough for a kiss.

Cadance's eyes blasted open in the sudden affection and was at a loss to scream. Muffled words and subtle moans to be sure. Then her body started to weaken. Relaxing. Lips twice the size of her own, softer and more immense, coated in so much fur as to tickle her infinitely.

Attempting to push forward was futile as, in every summoning of power, Celestia would match, effortlessly, with a touch more. Cadance fought to push and, every time, she found herself leaning back from the force of the kiss.

And the bliss caused her to not give a shit.

Soon her thumping rump settled onto the street as the spread of silk had settled onto the sidewalks, the rest of her barrel, its length devouring the lane, all the way across the road and other sets of buildings.

Celestia's hooves stomped around her, consuming the land like sudden spires, ones that towered even to her. Cadance was dwarfed as the titan settled over her, kissing with the taste of strawberries, the fruit, somehow changing, transitioning in the passing seconds.

Cadance couldn't help but squeal, to cross her legs, the bulk of her thighs, crossing and smudging, as the buttery release doused from her slit. Little stains warmed the underwear as a musky sauna brewed within. Concentrated heat developing between her folds and nipping on their length.

The kiss, suddenly, had broken. Cadance didn't even know her eyes were closed until they opened in a half-lidded state, looking up to the auntie that she loved, in ways already realized. She chased after those lips with her own, which were a brighter pink, warmer than ever, supple and brushed, feeling like they never had.

"But the problem with keeping him on you, dear," Celestia began as her muzzle lowered to Cadance's neck, nuzzling there, nipping and licking, blowing a breath on her drooped ear. "Is that I know exactly how to flush him out."

Cadance had to stifle the next whinny in her throat as all her pink furs became a puffed wonderland. So warm and heated and itchy all over. Sensitive skin with a case of light burning all over. Every exhale was a cloud of steam. Forelegs weak, bones, brittle, willpower, draining.

Another douse of honey had splashed out from between folds and was like a torrent splashing the interior of her underwear. No doubt Shining had been dislodged with that, clung to the curve of pink, on the matted surface, turning back to the tender dams, seeing the tidal wave stroke the air before its crash.

"Careful there, dear, or those thighs of yours will crush him." Cadance couldn't fight the foreleg digging itself beneath her barrels of pink, at the base underneath them, a hoof locked to her crotch. It swiped up, separating her legs, as they plummeted, now spread, onto the opposing sidewalks. "Although they're certainly softer and bigger than mine. You have me beat in one place, at least."

Cadance had tried to usher out words but found her throat could produce no more. Celestia laid on her side, beside her, propped a little, dwarfing Candace in length. She drew the hoof over to her belly, that soft, tender thing, drawing circles, puffing the thatches of violet, sinking into the softness.

"What happened to you? The princess of love and lust, always so in charge, able to lead on anybody?" Celestia smiled with a hum as she never quite looked at Cadance, whose head laid on the street, a lost gaze up at her auntie. She, however, was still looking far down the filly. "Throwing that husband in your underwear and able to get my sister into a maid outfit. The constant public you've teased in merely being yourself—yet, you're silent around me."

Cadance's mouth opened finally to speak until the rolling hoof had gone lower, following the inward curve of her bottom. She bit her teeth, grunted, eyes clenching, hips rocking. Fighting to not flick them, and yet, loving her smallness whacking into the broadness of that white hoof.

"Whatever could that meeean, dear niece of mine?" Celestia hummed as her muzzle dove into Cadance's chest, a nuzzle to that pink garden, as her upward rubbing led into the crook underneath Cadnace's jaw. Even though these were submissive actions—they felt like anything but. "Is it possible that you hate me? Don't like me? Jealous of me? Or..."

Cadance watched as the titanic muzzle floated into view above her chin, deciding to keep there, that mass of mane covering a side of Celestia's face. Her eye was the only thing. Glimmering magenta. Soft glow, nothing more, its colour, vigours and bright, the more one concentrated on it.

"Could it mean you feel something else about me?"

The princess did not move. Not a twitch of the neck or a stroke of the hoof. Keeping there. Supple lips an inch apart, as to tease invaders, a challenge to conquer them. Cadance sat up a little, panting, unable to speak. Too warm, too fogged in the head.

And too much in love.

Cadance was the one to lean forward and plunge herself upon the queen, firmly kissing Celestia as though it were an addiction and this was the drug. Eyes closing and lips meshing, gently, delicately, nothing feverishly about it—rather the raw impulses of a virgin.

Celestia had that power on ponies.

She returned the kiss, of course, kissing back, a few locks, slowly captured, longingly held, a gentle interaction of both sides. Enough to show that, underneath the use, that all of this was not a game. In the few more gentle kisses that followed, two big mares, with their eyes closed, as harmony flooded the street.

As did something else.

Behind that loving spectacle, crowds of ponies formed behind their hind legs, staring on, snouts twitching to the change in the air. Moisture with the touch and taste of a mare's wetness. A thick scent, fumigated, from inside one's underwear.

And a poor stallion that would be unable to get the smell of his wife's sex out of his coat for weeks.

They watched on, though, to the ship of mare laid on her back, to how her flanks elated her from the ground, if only a little, to have her mounds higher in the air. Valley crafted by toned thighs and leading into the crook and cliff of her crotch. Her vulva bulged in a titanic sight against the underwear, the whole area, wet, damp, and leaking at the sides.

Trickles of streams, quite literal streams to the tines, seeping out from the leg holes of the underwear. Drizzling down the pinkness of the thighs as they curved across them, downward, before dripping at their bottom.

To the left of this was Celestia, twin legs stacked on each other, denying a view inside her skirt. Her tail, a near Milkyway in its own right, flogged out from there. It criss crossed over the length of her legs. The end of the tail, its bulk, washed and rested on the roof of a building.

And the onlookers did what they did best.

Which was to look on.

Celestia had finally inched back from the kiss, a bridge of saliva connecting them, until distance severed it, the structure collapsing, at its middle, onto the sea of a coat. Cadance blinked open to her love. That gentle eye, that soft smile, letting her be certain of what had just come.

Until that eye narrowed and those lips shortened into a smirk.

"To think I have you like this already without the need to try," Celestia mentioned with a smile, a hoof set to Cadance's chest, stroking down. "No wonder you hid your husband in your underwear to hide him from me. The problem is though, dear, is that I know exactly where to find him—and take him."

Cadance bolted alive at those words as fears of the past were flashing in her mind. The day she took her husband and announced that fact to Celestia, the both of them in a kneel, and yet, when it came to rising, she did so, easily, and Shining... was frozen in place for a few seconds more.

Staring up when his head was supposed to be bowed. Needing to shake it to stand and, even then, stumbling in place like after a decadent drink of femininity. Celestia had only laughed to herself, and Cadance flicking him with her tail, had done nothing to reprimand him.

"I am sure you are aware of this but, when all three of us played that game not so long ago, it was not your husband's wish to become so tiny." Celestia's hoof reached the sleek curve of Cadance's fabric, not minding it was wet, stroking it, pushing, gently, down at times at the bulged mounds. "Rather it was to see mares rendered wonderfully large. This day off came partly inspired by his truest desire."

Then that hoof inched down, to the right, on the bump, so little, minuscule and, of someone to their size, should have been unpredictable. Yet Celestia's hoof found the clump in the underwear, the tiny stallion, pinned into the density of Cadance's vulva.

Celestia then stared down at Cadance from above. "Don't you think it's a shame, then, that he hasn't gotten to see me yet? Destroying a building with my rump and posing for that photoshoot was to give him material for later. But what's better than a magazine than getting to be there?"

Cadance attempted to sit up to feel twin wings, launched at once, crashing into her shoulders. She slammed back into the ground, no harm or hurt, but sending cracks throughout the road and a tumble across nearby sidewalks.

"Such a poor stallion in having his dreams come true in us three mares, unable to see it, from the world inside your legs. Trapped on flexing fabric and shifting flanks." Celestia's hoof worked up, with the right amount of pressure, to guide the little body over the thickest roll of those lips. "Don't you think it's time he got out to experience all of this? Much less let him spend some time with me?”

"No! Nuh-huh! He's my Shining!” Cadance made the desperate bid to roll, battering the ground with the broadness of her hips, managing to flip onto her belly. She broke free of the hold, scampering forward, even if in a crawl. "I won't let you have him or steal him away!"

She was a few feet away when, from the sides of her vision, those massive spreads of wingtips entered. Teasing her as they flexed, struck down, and wrapped to the bend of her shoulders. From there, they yanked back, and the mare slid as well—into immediate pressure on her behind.

Cadance could barely look over her shoulder to see the larger mare hovering her fallen frame, not, however, without a hind leg set between Cadance's back legs. Celestia smiled with a tilted muzzle as she brought her knee into the exposed bottom of her niece.

Cadance struck her head forward, eyes rolled back and muzzle lifting up, unable to fight the flood of pleasure rocketing across her spine. Feeling her flanks being pressed on, mushed, as that kneed worked into her pussy. Rolling around, pressing, releasing, at certain spots, on delicate itches.

Soon her muzzle could not sustain the weight to hold its mass any longer as, in the second next, it crashed, collapsed, and rested on the street. Jaw connecting sidewalk to sidewalk as Cadance laid defeated. From her left, an edge of white entered her corner view.

"This is the second time you've tried to run from me now—and look at this mess of love that's being made for your love." Celestia's muzzle backed from view and, after that, came a lick at the back of Cadance's ear; a nuzzle, there, came with a whisper. "You're close, aren't you, about to drown that lover of yours. Yet I can't trust you not to bolt again."

Cadance faintly felt being rolled onto her back, that leg nudging in her bottom, backing away and, those wings, coming and burying into the bottom of her barrel—and lifting. Her spine collapsed onto the road as the boom of contact quaked the surroundings.

No sooner than she had been on her back that another force started to pin it into the ground. Celestia had clambered aboard the smaller mare, coming to sit on the top of Cadance's bottom, doubling its size, the same true to the rest of her.

Cadance was squeezed, pinned, and squished. Nearly unable to breathe from the pleasant weight that was draped across. Feeling the bend of her back legs, set to the sky, starting to be pushed back.

Celestia had locked her legs into the bend of Cadance's in clambering onto the latter's rump, allowing the bigger mare to firmly take a seat on the smaller, plump ass, which was now clear. Cadance did her best to cross her legs over the sides of Celestia's barrel as to lock her in place—but came short over the bend of her back.

On the street, the onlookers looked on with amazement as nothing could be seen beyond the stacks of monolithic booties. Height and width and size, consuming the whole of the lane, nothing but the collection of ass able to be seen as they towered to the tops of the flanking buildings.

Cadance laid on her back and was unable to move, feeling the other mare laying on top of her, easily, due to the difference of size, spilling over the sides of her body. Even that massive ass dwarfed her own to the point of nearly submerging it into its own.

"Almooost right aaaaaand!" Celestia rubbed her rump back and forth, a lift and a drop, adjustments, that shook the foundations of the city. Carts knocked onto their sides; crates rattled apart. "Mmhmm! There we go! That should have him."

Cadance blinked at those words before feeling, in the overall immensity snuffing her posterior, delicate pressure rolled on her sex by the greatness of another. The bigger mare had aligned the curves of those feminine bulges as to be flattened, squished, and quivered against by the other.

And then the larger mare started to rock back and forth, to grind over the roll of their rolling lips, tracing them, to their full extent, before resetting again. Letting little pricks of pleasure emerge in the flattened density of flesh.

Cadance could do nothing as the most incredible euphoria in her life started to erupt in her nethers and found its release via her throat. Moaning like a delicate angel of love with a pitch belonging in an opera. It started low, building in a rhythm, a hushed breath, followed by an elongated moan, the glass of stores, shattering forevermore.

All she could do was twitch her rump beneath tons more of the stuff in feeling awash in overwhelming softness. She loved to cling herself to Shining. Loving his hardness and nuzzling into his muscles.

Celestia wasn't like that, and yet, Cadance wanted to cling to it all the same. The sheer density of those flanks, which spilled over her rump, smothered around the curve of her thighs, still had vast amounts to be jostled in the air.

An incalculable weight snow ice cream that rose, collecting and compressing at their underside, the thickest swell to ever be known, until dropping all of its mass onto the tiny ass of the other princess. How it fell, flooding the space around that crotch, washing into the erect legs, and jiggling into the open space all around it. Titanic couldn't describe it. In its every drop, the street shook, buildings forced into a wobble, a thunderous boom scaring away any possible lightning.

And Celestia did not care for the destruction she brought in any of this, leaning over her partner, a foreleg around Candace's neck, driving her into the nook of her open top. Into the warm darkness of white fluff and the scent that was trapped within.

The near taste of vanilla peppermint on the snout.

Soon the rises and drops, the release and reapplication of immense weight on Candace's bottom, began to wane. Celestia pinned herself so, crotch to crotch, to thrust—finding a little nudge in the other's underwear. A clit, peaking out, with a short body, underneath the thickness of silk, splayed to the soft bolder of joy.

Celestia concentrated her hips on this, in a slow melody, a little perpetration starting beneath the coat. Beginning to lose herself a little as flicks transitioned into thrusts once more. Little goodness to tide herself over from the lack of a usual conclusion.

"Do you like this, dear? Being ridden by your auntie?" Celestia smiled in holding Cadance to her chest, an attentive nose, flicking and burying itself into her skin, sniffing, licking, and kissing. "Knowing that your little love is trapped between us. Crushed beneath me. Don't you worry about him crawling out and jumping ships?"

That loving snout, although slowing, did not stop.

"I fear for how lost he would get back there," Celestia went on with a giggle to a glance over the side of her barrel, back at her rump, which, with a grin, she jostled left and right and sent her flanks into an assault of bounces. "I never mention how well endowed in certain... areas. But I'm certainly not clueless. I wonder if I could even be able to feel him should he be tossed beneath my band—if clenching would even pinpoint him."

Celestia laughed. "Although I might crush him by mistake... though, those walls are probably soft enough." She then shook her head in following this dirty strand of logic. Cadance seemed more intent to bury herself into Celestia. Rocking her hips and crotch back into Celestia's as she had gone idle. "And if the poor dear were to take a plunge inside... oh my! I simply would not know if he were between my flanks or a certain depths instead! Whatever would I dooooo?"

Celestia lowered her muzzle to the back of the one buried into her top. "Thankfully, I have you."

Cadance finally stopped, as Celestia crashed her bottom into hers again, starving off helpless thrusts for but a moment.

"Why if I were ever so worried that I had lost the poor stallions, thankfully, I have a little, loving niece, that doesn't mind being those two things to the fullest." Cadance licked at Cadance's ears as the mare, now hidden in the top, was now, more so, for new reasons. "Why! I wouldn't even have to toss little you in my panties now, would I? I could either set you on my back or my tummy, holding opening the vast, colossal waistband before you—and you would go marching in."

Celestia then snickered to herself. "That way. I could go back strolling through the city, as my flanks flex and stretch my fabric that, somewhere deep inside, a very dedicated mare was looking through the warm darkness for her love."

Another laugh at that. "Oh yes. Enduring the shifting of gigantic flanks and crawling into their depths." Then a surprised moan, drawn-out, for the sake of showing how it could echo to the one still pressed against her. "Then needing to take a plunge and explore deep inside a large cave for a very special little one. Be careful, though, as the place could get very wet if you're not careful."

The gyrations of tremendous hips quaked in sounds and booms as dense vibrations rocked deep beneath the ground. Surrounding buildings squeaked in wobbling back and forth, leaning further in every pass, the road itself, groaning, as the mares were moaning.

Little whinnies that reflected off the glass.

"But then again." That voice sliced through the haze of arousal with the steel in its tone. The world lifted from Cadance as she could now breathe. Panting. Barrel no longer squished. The immensity going across her frame. "You were a very naughty mare to me. Joining with my sister like that. Maybe you don't deserve any special treatment after all."

The blimp of ivory booty had lifted from Cadance's own rump and slid back on the street, those backs of titanic hooves, uncaring for being dug into the street. They pushed backward and sloughed asphalt like snow as it built into a clump.

The ponies behind, and watching on, either ran to the sides, or fought to run away, caught with the rubble, safe, but widely uncomfortable. The back legs rolled across the street and rose to the middle windows of the flanking buildings.

Cadance had just about caught her breath in raising her head from the ground, in looking across her belly, seeing the muzzle laid against it. Celestia dwarfed her tummy, with her cheek pressed there, a sultry expression, a glinting eye looking up.

"If you're so afraid of him being taken away that you would store him in here," Celestia said in pressing a snout to the waistband, one snug to the fur and skin beneath, clumping Candace's pudge a little. "Maybe I should take your little husband, then, and see if you can even stop me."

The view was one hard to believe as Celestia licked at the taut little tummy there. Few swipes to make the tufts stand in patches—before lowering to snag her teeth into the waistband. From there she pulled, revealing the cot inside, freeing the feminine beach within.

Cadance had never smelled herself so much ever before.

But before Celestia's eyes could peer into the place, a stroke of magic swirled on Cadance's horn, the same field, appearing on the band on either side of Celestia's muzzle, and they pulled down. The fabric flexed and then stretched from the opposing forces.

Celestia's eye flicked up, assured, from underneath the mass of her mane. She spoke from the corner of her mouth with a touch of a slur. "Trust me, dear. You're not the first I've engaged this battle with." With a twist, tug, and a pull, Celestia snagged the underwear down a few more inches—over the starling swell of Cadance's vulva. "And you lack decades of experience."

Cadance whined purely in sound.

"Poor girl... so... confused." Celestia fluttered her eyes, the underwear still tugged in her teeth, the fight of magic—no longer a threat. "I thought, maybe, you were scared of tearing this pair. But you want me to get inside of there, don't you? Want me in as much as you want me out?"

Cadance spasmed at once in overlooking the other mare, to how much further Celestia's body flooded across the street, so much as to nearly blur for her. It would be her dream to be undressed by Celly. To have to her look, feel, tend to, and be proud of all that mare that Cadance had become.

Secret fantasies and a hidden love that, thankfully, could only be detected by one.

Or so she thought.

The natural response in not winning the tug-a-band war was, of course, to swing her legs together, a cross over Celestia's and, quickly, lock them together. The older mare didn't seem surprised in feeling the thickness of thighs sitting on the back of her head, meshing into the sides of her muzzle, and grinding her into the crotch of her niece.

Celestia's ear laid across the curvature of the panties, underneath a sea of undulating thighs, tons of violet, rippling and grinding, producing the softest, most delicate noises ever heard—along with a moan that echoed from inside the mare.

Cadance could barely see the face of the princess from between her thighs, catching it only in a slit, one in darkness, where a lone eye burned like a moon of magenta. Then came the voice from between her legs. "You know. I think I can hear the cries of your husband from here."

Another laugh. "When you're not grinding me into him, of course."

Cadance's lip quivered as, in the second she was about to release the mare, Celestia instead, rose, without the slightest of effort. Rising from between those legs and keeping in an upward arc. Then, looking back to that crotch, she dipped again.

She kissed her underwear. The bulge of those mounds. Delicate little touches of lips, travelling up, to the waistband and the bed of furs across that. Celestia's body snaked back over the smaller mare. Her belly resting on the curve of Cadance's bottom. That ceiling of underwear, collapsing, and smothering the one inside.

Cadance endured and enjoyed the kiss while looking out to the side to where, far away, there was Luna. Working on the building that Cadance had wiped with her butt, not liking the job, spraying the glass over again. One cry, one crawl, one anything.

And her other aunt would come, as would be the plan, and save her from the return of Celly.

"You could do it, if you wish," Celestia began, between breaths and kisses, now at the huffing chest. "That is if the two of you are strong enough to take me on. If you do, and I defeat you, I'm taking your underwear off—and putting it on."

Cadance held a breath.

"You can try to chase me, face me, but you won't ever get him back." Celestia kissed the underside of her jaw and laid her lips for a while on Cadance's chin. Eye closed, now opening, to glare into hers. "But don't think I don't understand you, love. Wanting to be Shining's everything. This, however, isn't the way to blow him away."

She worked up, across that chin, to Candace's bottom lips. Everything a whisper; a juicy secret.

"Forget my sister and forget this city." Celestia hovered above for a second, casting Cadance in her shadow. "Go out to the woods west from here. Toss that little lover of yours in the lake there."

She inched closer with an addictive smile. "Then have yourself some fun. Roll around in that forest and wash yourself off in a waterfall. Let him watch as you drape yourself over a mountain—enjoy yourself on it. Let him sunbathe on your tummy as you both suntan. That is the way to win him."

Celestia leaned in for a final kiss, a small one, a short one, a genuine one.

And then she wiggled off the mare, sliding back, until returning to her hooves. Cadance still laid on the ground, twisted, unsure of fighting or fleeing. Guilty filly in the princess's shadow. And then with a nod, a whine thereafter, she rose, barely, fighting to stand.

Celestia helped her, although Cadance was weak on the knees, all still so heated, still needing that release. Branching off from the princess, she strolled past her, barely, rubbing into Celestia's side and tearing into a building as she squeezed through.

"Although... you could always give him your personal waterfall."

Cadance shivered to a stop, another sound, another cry, the need to flee becoming more apparent. Weaker legs took her away as her victor never turned to see her off.

That was.

Until now.

"Oh? And Cadance?"

The mare stopped and turned around, seeing the scale of Celestia, who barely glanced back over her shoulder. There was no doubt about her. Total assurance. Which sparked fear into the legitimacy of her next reveal.

"Conspire against me again," Celestia threatened with a smile, "and I will steal your husband."