Big and Bigger and Strong and Stronger
B_25 & Magic Man
It'd been some time since the world had moved on from the Royal Sisters being royal but, as one would expect, the two did not cease in their popularity throughout the land. Now it was time for them to relax. To indulge in all that was repressed. Lose the stress. Enjoy the fruits of life. And allow themselves to go.
This, however, was taken more literally by one sister than it had been another.
Indeed Princess Celestia had been the peak of femininity. An amazon who sat taller than her throne. It was like a mere stool in coming to support her. Half her size in every regard. Muscular forearms greater than its armrests.
The subjects who approached on the ground were always bound in awe to the view. In looking up the steps to the princess of the land. Celestia barely wore anything as hiding her physique would be a crime. Golden chest piece and a low skirt, of the same material, around her waist.
Bracelets and a tiara are the only other accessories.
Those who looked up would see the slender, and yet, chiselled abdomen that flexed as she leaned back. Little islands of muscles, covered in soft skin, and yet, the muscles beneath a hip-thrusting kind of hardness everyone could get behind.
It was no wonder how Celestia managed to acquire and lead the land. When she came down from her throne to stand next to her guards, all came to her waist, barely there, even the stockist built nothing compared to her.
Their mass was nothing compared to the bulk on her thigh. It was a density of muscles layered in a little softness on the surface. On the carpet across the throne room, she strolled, high and towering, between the lines of saluting guards.
They all had to crane their necks back to see up to her. Watching the muscles ripple in those swaying things, the sheet of abs, leaning and flexing, to Celestia's confident sway. Hand on her hip, which bloated her arm's muscle with a pump that couldn't be matched.
How she looked down, from high above, mane covering her face, except for a narrowed eye, one pleased in seeing all the little troops. Those behind caught the view inside the metal skirt. The mass of ass toned from countless squats and blessed genetics.
Celestia had been a beacon.
Until retirement struck.
Luna and Celestia had passed on their royalty to Twilight, trusting all of the lands, and the connections she had, to her alone. Now it was time for them to live the lives they never could in ruling. The relaxed ones they'd lost in being forced to rule.
The two had decided to leave the castle for a home in an undisclosed villa. It was here they could avoid the spotlight as more of its light shot onto Twilight. Soon the public craze faded from the pair. After a few months—plus a couple of years—the two were now free to do as they pleased.
They had started off as equals... kind of. Standing on the wooden deck around their pool, the two stood in bikinis and, although they both were fit, Luna came only to Celestia's shoulder: full foot shorter.
The sisters became lovers in coming to rule. Not knowing what an external partner could do in the grand scheme of things. It was safer for them to be. Able to break the mask around one another as they could be sure of each other. That. And there were no pesky fears of death for a while.
So the two had taken to a different—and maybe deeper—sense of love.
Celestia had always been the alpha, the one to be dominant, to control the scene and the mood no matter the situation. Taking to oil fighting between the two as it warmed on their skin by the overhead sun. Giant hands smacking into giant hands. Biceps flexing and powering strength.
The two wrestling. Giants in the ring. Abs rock-solid in supporting the overall leans of their bodies. Luna would glare in close contact while, Celestia, looking determined... always held an air of being relaxed. Letting Luna take the lead, pushing it, waiting for the rise in the other and, seconds before the younger sister would declare victory...
...would turn, swipe her foot underneath the other, and swipe Luna through the air.
And slam her into the ground of the ring.
Luna would stare up to the towering figure of Celestia looking down, hands on her hips, expression confident, an essence of the sort radiating outward. Of course a hand would always be offered down. And that would summarize the bulk of their relationship.
Until now.
As the years went by, the sisters decided to go back into the world or, at least, only one. Luna would venture to help nearby villages, do farm work, and help build buildings, using her amazon strength and, thus, retaining it.
Able to command and inspire awe as she strutted by and went to work. Hoisting up planks of wood to a series of men on a scaffold, all who need their hands to take the wood as the woman, only required a hand to hold it up.
Once the spotlight of being royalty had been stripped from the sister, then, was when Luna returned to the city. Drawing a crowd of people looking up the strutting woman. In flexing and being herself, she quickly found work for countless photo shoots, red carpets, and modelling for countless clothing lines.
And what if Celestia?
She had let herself go. Finding less and less reason to pump iron or go for a walk on the beach. Thousands of years in always needing to be planning, in doing something, but now, there was no such call as the world left her alone.
Celestia found her days waking up from bed and strolling to the living room, a small one with a sliding, windowed door. Blinds drawn though a bit of the beach-sun shone through. The white glow of the television screen was stronger. Nearly blinding as the sister ate chips.
Chips and dips and a cookie on the side. Going from sitting to lying on the couch and running out of snacks. Laziness demanded she did not go outside often—finding no desire for it. Time spent lying back on the couch, groaning and bored, waiting for Luna to come home.
And she would. Bright light following through the opening of the door. Enough so that Luna would come home, countless paper bags in the long curve of her arms, all the foods required on the list.
Luna smiled at this change. Happy to finally be the one in charge for once. She didn't mind coming over to her fattening sister. To see the once toned frame, now, bloating outward. Breasts that used to be large yet fit to the rest of her structure are now twice the amount of fat. Sagged over the bulb of her belly and leaning over a bit to the sides.
Luna would stroll over from her fantastic height. Crouching next to the couch and blocking the view of the screen. Able to replace the screen with the stretch of her abs. Celestia didn't look up at her. More so groaning. Dazed into a different kind of state.
Luna cooed. "Come on now. Look up at me. I got you sweeeets!”
Celestia shook out from her catatonic state although was still blurry to the world. Eyes opening and head moving around, slowly, lethargically, as if not knowing where she was. It wasn't until toned fingers settled on the fat of her chin came the shock of warmth breaking her into the world.
How those fingertips sunk into the fat, a pull to the side, allowing Celestia to see Luna's face. It kept toned and soft and muscular in the places that count. The same was not true of Celestia herself. Roundness had bloated in a circle. Weight weighing over weight. Puffiness that sunk her features inward as the fat poured outward.
Celestia looked out to her sister with a smile that took double the time to reach its fullness on her face. The confusion took over her. Wondering what was going on. Until the stronger sister raised her hand, plastic hanging from her fingers, revealing the bags choked full of snacks and sweets.
Celestia laughed. Reaching out her stubby arms to take the bag—only for Luna to pull it away faster. She giggled and laughed as Celestia leaned forward, the roundness of her stomach, rolling and smushing on the couch, spilling over the edge, as she reached out more for the sweets.
Finally had finished with her teasing and offered the bags, leaving them at the foot of the couch, leaning in to kiss Celestia's forehead. Then she stood and rose and nearly touched the ceiling in merely standing. Celestia didn't have that problem anymore. Her fatness had caused her to lose a couple of feet.
Luna's perfect figure winded, foot after foot, to the TV. Leaning forward and pushing out the chiselled block that was her ass. Her head, so far away, at the dials of the set. Changing the channels until hearing a satisfying sound. She stopped, looking over from the side of her frame, giving a grin and a shake of her backside.
Before leaving to take care of business.
And letting Celestia enjoy her fun in peace.
Today was the day Celestia was forced to go outside and, even though she didn't want to, when Luna said they had to do something—they had to do it. No longer being the powerhouse caused Celestia to be the subservient one.
She rolled out of bed, which creaked underneath her weight, springs, compressed, to the max. The side of the bed sunk underneath the mass of her ass as it spanned a chunk of the mattress. Both arms needed to push into the sheet to help in helping Celestia onto her feet.
And the bed would launch, bouncing from the freedom of the weight, taking a few to settle in place. The smell of the room was of the fat woman. Unique scent that bathed the air in its richness. Something that, for whatever reason, only Luna did not mind.
The woman had to wind in her steps, long sway in her hips to even lurch a leg forward, every step causing the floor to groan, a little bend in the wood, a fear, every day, in a foot finally crashing through. Luna assured the ground was sturdy enough to support all of Celestia's love.
However.
That love was getting bigger day by day.
Celestia's previous outfits no longer suited her—not when her gut reached the closet before her arms ever could. She had to lean in, tilt down, and groan to push the door aside. It was a heft of breath to reach in and grab the usual outfit. Tank top. Though it barely was one.
It was a struggle to pull it off the hanger and it resulted in a wobble back. Her belly fluctuated to the shifting gravity as its underside wobbled. She blew out a breath in fighting to regain her balance. She caught it. Then came the next step.
She slid her arms through the sleeves of the top. Vast and wide it was inside. Nearly the expanse of her blanket. Celestia slid her arms and, after that, rose her arms to the sky. She had to clench her stomach to be capable of the motion.
The top slid down from the gravity, forced to pass out further, needing to spread over the swell of the arm. It only reached the fattest bubble of her arms before it stopped. The fabric had snagged. Unable to simply fall over.
D-Damn it.
Celestia heaved another sighed in popping her head through the opening of the top. Looking over to her arm to see the caught fabric. She'd gone for an extra size larger, even if it left her outfit baggy, as it made it easier to put it on.
But now even that extra size was becoming too small. Her arm reached over to the other. Fighting to lift her hand to the sleeve, yanking on it, pulling it, over the growing slope. Needing to stretch it over the spread. Even then. It came short to her wrists.
Celestia frowned in looking over her shoulders. Seeing how much those arms bloated out. The article thinned to the extreme. The same was trust over her bust. Just enough to reach over the two and came short over her stomach.
The fat of her belly peeked out from under the top. Curves of the stomach jutted out. The sportswear wasn't much of a sport anymore. She slapped a hand into her stomach, watching how it jostle, the jump and the bounce, the jiggles that wobbled outward.
Celestia looked at the mirror on the closet door—frowning at the reflection. No longer towering and powerful, but rather, plump all around. Even her naked legs didn't tease to what laid between. Thighs tripled in the fat inside. Walls of flesh, ground into each other, tucking the curve of her crotch, deep inside the pair.
And then she turned around, the motion taking a while, stomp after a stomp, the longest twirl around. Celestia could barely look over her shoulder and examined her backside. Her ass was there at least. But it ceased to be cuts of supple softness. Now it bloated out. Everywhere. Planets hanging from her bottom.
It was impossible to fit them. Thankfully, on the bedside counter, laid a pair of panties and sweatpants. Celestia wobbled over to pick the former. Holding them up and out as they were as big as the cover to her pillow. She leaned and crashed her bottom on bed, feeling the other side lift up a bit, sliding the underwear up her legs.
Forced to pull at the edges, lifting it up, until it covered all the width there was to her hips.
She went up with a wiggle on her rump to get the cover of the underwear over. The same was true of the pants. Even their baggy nature clung to her shape. Soon they would need to get a size up. Celestia wasn't sure how to deal with this.
Going outside wasn't better. Once she got going, she went a little better, picking up a pace. Her arms still wobbled as she walked, beneath the tight fabric, and her exposed belly, swung from side to side, a slosh and a drop, a fullness of mass reminiscent of a wrecking ball.
Celestia reached the door outside and stepped on through, the sunlight falling on her, warming her skin. She wobbled across the wooden planks that was the makeshift bridge to the distant ring. Out in the middle was Luna, standing tall with a hand on her hip, the ring, already oiled.
Luna smiled. "Was wondering what took you so long."
Celestia could only groan as she stumbled to the side railing, holding onto it and gliding a hard across, needing the support to make it through. She was a mighty mass. However. She had no way to use it in her favour.
And not that she had the willpower to find a way either.
"Ready to fight?"
Celestia had been caught in a choke-hold, bent forward with a muscular arm around her throat, locking her in place. She shifted from foot to foot, unable to break free, capable of only to sway, her fat ass swooshing from side to side.
Her face ground into Luna's side. Forced to see over the curve to the series of abs. How they still rippled with power. Easily flex at the slightest lean. Not even exerting a fraction of her full power. "What's the matter, big sister? Unable to break out from my hold? Not even with all that oil glossed over you?"
Celestia grumbled and tried to twist, fighting to break out from different angles, forced to breathe from her mouth now. Luna wasn't even holding her in a lock. Just having her in place. Not needing to do anything to keep her in there.
"Certainly different places we've found ourselves in! Wasn't it always you throwing me to the ground?" Luna laughed as she started to turn in place, slowly and forcing her sister to stumble to catch up, loving the power she held. "Always able to overthrow me the second I put in my best. You always led me on. Now how does it feel to be on the other side?"
Celestia was too busy breathing, panting, to even speak.
"You would make a fine sumo wrestler if you ever found an entrance." Luna chided in lifting the hold, forcing Celestia to lean up, more than she could as she sunk into the grasp. "Too bad it wouldn't work against me. So much shorter, slower, and with so much less muscle now. Never thought I would tower over you. Get you to see all the beautiful muscles you no longer have."
Luna laughed in suddenly stepping back, and the sister in her hold, had her legs tangle. She fell back as the mass of her ass crashed into the ring, shooting it up a bit, the oil flying up as it would in a pan. Then she was pulled back by the muscle-titan. Easier slid through a stream of oil.
Luna continued in laughing as her muscles flared, enjoying how she pulled the white mushroom through the oil with an arm alone, the rest of her figure, clenching, to supply power to the movement. A powerhouse that dragged the fat one through.
Until there came a ringing and a buzzing and a vibration from Luna's chest. Everything stopped for a second as the amazon released her grip and stood tall. She towered to the sun and looked down at her bust. Her cleavage tittered a little from the vibration inside.
Celestia used this moment to escape. Crawling in her sister's shadow to exit the ring. Problem was that something substantial grabbed her ankle and, on turning around, showed the horror of her fate.
Luna's ass fell from the sky and crashed on her face, toned cheeks that ground across her softness, covering it all. Her booty wiggled from side to side, attempting to find a comfortable spot, as her legs came to the side of Celestia's barrel.
Locking into it and, no matter how much Celestia wiggled, keeping her locked in place.
“Yes? Hello? Oh.” Luna's voice was muffled from the smoothness of her behind, which rocked back and forth, as the softness of cheeks wobbled onto Celestia's face. Her arms broke free, somewhat, to weakly smack on Luna's toned sides. “...modelling you say? Afraid to say dear sister of mine is under a lot of pressure right now.”
That clad-ass rocked back as the teases of mounds rolled above. The fabric dipped into the slit as those lips were brought onto Celestia's noses. She tried to wiggled out of it, evoking stiffed from above, little gasps, a couple of flicks, that caused for greater hotness and wetness.
“Nose deep into it I'm afraid.” Luna didn't suppress the moan that infused her words. “But I do not see an issue in having her return the call in the next few days.” She then giggled as her movements slowed. “Rest assured. My contact is always available.”
The slide of the phone clicked next. Followed by silence. The passing of a breeze over the ring.
Celestia could feel the amazon looking down at her. Barely, from between those thighs, and over the swell of her rack, a glimpse of those eyes, staring down at her. “Not sure if you heard, sis, but the magazine is looking to employ your services.” Then there was a hum. “A far bigger service than last they saw, no doubt.”
Celestia merely grabbed the waist of the woman, empowering all of her meaty strength into the grip and, with it, shoving the toned giantess aside. Luna giggled and laughed as she tumbled to the right, a splash of oil, rising and glistening their bodies, as the powerful beauty came to rest next to her.
They sat side by side, with Celestia pulling her plump knees into the canyon of her chest, resting her chin atop them. She glared over at Luna. “Not impressed?”
“Whuaaaa?” Luna's head cocked and she pouted adorably. “But you know I'm only teasing.” She then scooted closer, enough so to lean her head onto Celestia's wobbly shoulder, coming to nuzzle the puffy cheeks of her sister. “Wasn't long ago that I was the one cuddling up to you.”
Celestia huffed. And said no more. Other than leaning her head onto Luna's.
The mirror had once been a tool of pride, and maintaining that pride, as its reflection served to reflect as it did to remind. Back when Princess Celestia had been a towering amazon, with a bust able to squash a man, thighs able to crush a head, and a physique that could wield a battle mace, in a hand, and looking sexier for it.
But as the times changed, so too, did the reflection.
Celestia stood in the dimness of her bedroom, which she liked to keep it at, not wanting to see too much of herself. It was Jacuzzi and champagne night. She was dressed in a simple bikini that nearly concussed a blanket to make.
The cotton ground was plush on her feet as she turned in place, feeling the weight travel down onto the ground, and how it spread in the surrounding area. That'd been the first sensation of reaching this size. Not so much the boom, the wobble, the smack of a step.
But rather, afterward, feel how much of the ground her weight occupied. How it spread well beyond the size of her foot. How weight itself could spread and claim so much around it.
Best to not focus on those kinds of thoughts.
Celestia turned around in place and watched herself in the glass, as her belly rose and dropped, a little wobble from the way. She stood sideways with a frown. Celestia breathed in deep, sucking in her gut—or as much of it as she could.
Some of the fat imploded only for a moment. Celestia then gasped as the rest of her belly flooded out. Toppling onto itself with a lazy jiggle. Even her breasts, vast and plump and swollen, laid over the ball of her belly. They draped off the sides, by a little, although certain bras helped with that.
Facing straight at the mirror didn't help... but there had to be something to help. Raising her arms and starting to pump them, Celestia posed, watching as her muscles rose... before falling to the sides. Fat hung from the underside of her triceps and, if she moved a little, they swung in the air.
Turning around, as slow as it might be, showed the thickness that swelled from her back. Her ass was out. Full and in bloom with a slightest movements causing it to wobble. Swinging it left and right caused one mighty cheek to smacked and wobble and then jiggle out the contact.
And then Celestia stared at her face from over her shoulder.
What had once been toned and sharp and beautiful pooled with fat at the cheeks, the same coating over her forehead. Chubby with a dash of cuteness that rolled in whatever direction she tilted her head.
“Oooh Celestiaaa!” sung the voice through the thin walls, followed by powerful steps, which quaked the ground, gently, from strength. “The tub is ready! Do try not to take so long.”
Celestia sighed with that being enough for self-consciousness. Walking out from the room, needing to turn a bit to get through the door, and strolling down the hallway becoming tighter as time went on.
Soon she pulled aside the screen door, with a step into the warmth of the night, a few tiki torches, standing and lit over the backyard. The wind was light and tinged with the fragrance of a cooling heat. It prickled all over Celestia.
The wooden steps raising to the tub were groaning beneath the booming weight of the woman, the wood itself, bending a little, creating a fear of it snapping. Celestia had to turn and grip the edge of the tube, slowly hoisting a leg over and into the water and, while doing so, feeling a powerful slap to her ass.
She glared over at Luna, who hung back in the corner of the water, arms resting on the edge, opening herself. Her face was smug with the words 'What are you going to do about it' etched into the air. Celestia, ultimately, could do nothing as she settled into the heated waters.
“You're on thin ice today, Luna.”
Luna frowned as the rest of Celestia entered the waters, a series of waves, splashing out and onto her. The water dropped and gulped from the sphere of Celestia before bobbing up and refilling the area. Celestia stood at the middle with her arms crossed.
“What? No Lulu?” Luna kept her arms out as she raised her hands. “Hey, c'mon now. You know I'm only ever joking with you.” She looked to her side, where her arm pulled back, extra purcation to ensure there was enough space. “Why don't you sit next to me and tell me everything? I'll make you feel better as you do.”
Celestia's shoulders dropped as there could be no fighting that. She waded forward across the waters, its level, rising and dropping over the rolling of her belly, her chest floating a touch in the water. She turned and took a seat in the corner, consuming the area with her mass, and overflowing even from there.
The body of water also rose to their necks once Celestia was seated.
Celestia could feel the hand in the water. It's large but slender size as its fingers melted onto the bulge of her belly. Laying there for a second, before rubbing around, tracing the stretched skin of her stomach. It didn't do anything more at first.
“Now who's got a bit of a belly? You do.”
Celestia's face scrunched with a blush. “L-Lulu, I said—“
“Whaaat? You think this is me being negative about you in the slightest?” Luna's hand sunk more into the softness of the fat, enough for the squish to rise between her fingers, the feeling of pressure on the plushness, a perfection, as it started to move around. “Could someone who doesn't love every ounce of you be able to provide you with these feelings?”
Celestia was putt in feeling that slender index finger arch and began to scratch at her belly with a nail. Teasing all around, following its curves, smoothly, in tracing out the sensitive spots. Luna watched her intently with glimmering eyes. Her head, tilting, every now and again, watching the result of her actions.
That hand reached to the underside of that belly and, within a pocket held up by the water, that finger traced across the sensitivity. Drawing shudders from the woman as she groaned and the twisting of her body had summoned minuscule waves.
That hand then turned, allowing the fat to lay across her palm, coming to lift it, heave it, raising it slowly, delicately, pushing it to the sides, inch by inch, to evoke every tickle possible to be felt. Then she let it dropped.
“Though maybe there are not a lot of people out there that would as, ahem, as appreciative of you as I am.” Luna turned in the water and floated to the center, as her face barely peeked over the surface, her eyes and mouth floating over the level. “But the world should not matter when you have your sister to love you.”
Celestia leaned back only to find her back already smushed to the max into the smooth wall of the tub. Luna floated forward and, spreading her legs all the way, was able to take a seat on top of the Celestia's white cylinders.
Luna toned thighs locked onto the plush ones of Celesta's, the resulting bulk, welling into Luna, with the overflow coming around them. Her hands reached for that belly once against, coming to the thickest portion of its underside, grabbing it, gripping it, squeezing it.
“Even those who love you—couldn't love you like I do.” Those squeezes softened, with only one at a time, a starting pressure of the fingers closing, teasing what was about to come... waiting... until the explosion of euphoria at being kneaded. “Most wouldn't know how to squeeze you right. Oversized teddy bears require special care.”
Luna's hands started to brush upward, one at a time, a finger, trailing the way before a hand would squeeze that spot. How those tickles became more powerful in reaching the masses that rested on Celestia's belly.
Luna smirked at her with a turned head, an eye, blocked by her hair, as the corner of her smile was the only thing seen. She then grabbed for the bublious breasts and squeezed them at once, holding them tightly, all for the soft wail of her sister.
Celestia shifted and kicked her legs, causing the undercurrent to swirl, for waves to splash on the surface, as the power of her thighs continued to rub against Luna's. Allow enough freedom to struggle—but clamped upon in trying to escape.
“Don't get me wrong.” Luna went on before leaning to the side of Celestia's face, unable to be seen, though her presence, her warmth, and the breeze of her breath, able to be felt. “I would love to see nothing more than a magazine with various posses of you.”
Luna's breath exhaled on Celestia's cheek before her lips settled on it next, kissing the flesh, sucking on it a bit, coming to nip on the excess, tug it, wobble it gently. Then she nuzzled into the baked warmth next. “But I don't want the rest of the world taking away my treat. I only want you on my plate.”
And then she chuckled at the two kept there. “And if money is the issue here, well, let us say that last job paid for our next year here.” Luna's hands let of the breasts, splashing out from the water, and she crossed her arms over Celestia's neck. “And there are plenty more of them for me to take... while you get to... sit back... and enjoy the rewards.”
She went back to nipping on the cheeks with Celestia, unable to beat herself, reaching her stubby hands around Luna, and feeling down her. Soon the pair were hotter than the tub and set to get out to go to the bedroom next.
Luna's snores offered sounds in the dark silence of the bedroom, with the woman sprawled our, legs and arms, spread, both of which, laid on the sides of Celestia. She herself was higher on the bed, able to look left and down at her sister.
There was a sharp incline between them in the blanket that connected them.
Thankfully. Luna ended up shifting back on the bed, coming to rest a bit more on the pillows and, seeing her chance, Celestia snuggled onto her sister's chest. Resting snugly between the orbs that had yet to be swollen. Soft and round and able to defy the laws of gravity due to a smidge.
And, sure enough, Luna groaned, bringing her arm around her sister, setting her fingers into her prismatic hair—and stroking. Celesta continued to lie on the softness of the bust, nuzzling a touch into the heat of the body, while she laid there, thinking, deeper than normally.
I knew that... after all the years and work of building this kingdom that I... I would want to fully take a break from it all. But... is this what I meant? To fully let myself go like this? To let Luna take up all the slack as I just... laze?
Celestia even reflected, now, after all her years of owning the world, of towering over those around her, everyone, submissive to her, now, everything becoming reversed. Even her sister was able to sit on her face, to tease her in ways once thought impossible.
We've completely switched roles. She goes out and does all the work and sets everything in order. All I do is eat and laze about. Can't even throw a retort because I have no ground to on. Goodness, the ground nearly cracks beneath me every day.
The train of thoughts caused her to snuggle more into the size and might of her sister.
Maybe it's my place, after everything, to finally be the one that's coddled to the extreme. In a way... it's what I want—but not the fashion that I want it in. Luna knows how to push all of my buttons. When to tease and when to comfort. I have nothing on her. Nothing I can do.
She wanted to pull away from that amazon body but, as she did, she ended up sliding lower on the bed, wanting to bring her face to her sister's midsection. Seeing the taut belly that was toned with islands of muscles. Abs that were clenched despite the lack of exertion from the woman.
Celestia laid her head on those abs, feeling the smoothness of the muscle, the way they flexed against her face, the tease of the strength that was behind them. Everything was so fit and so toned about her sister. In nearly every regard, now, she was beat.
Is this the way I always was? Take away my strength and status and power, and underneath it, this is all that I am? Were I like this before the times of being a princess, would I have taken to this fate the same—or would I have done differently?
Questions like those, of course, were a waste of time.
For there was no answer.
But questions likes those could lead on onto the path of asking better ones.
What is it I should do now? There's nothing I can fight back Luna with. Not when I have to snuggle to her for support in regards to everything. I... there has to be a change. The need to start doing something differently.
She breathed faster and heavier as her heart started to race in the prospect of attempting something new.
Maybe now's the moment I get out there. Finally face all those people and friends and show them what I've become. Celestia listened to Luna's breathing, how little her chest and belly rose in doing so. But when she did it herself, she could feel herself expand, far more than she would have liked. It's something I need to rock. Without shame or self-consciousness. To just... go out there... and say 'this is me.'
Her breathing was slowing, however, her heart was not.
And the best way to do that is to take that job. It'll get me out in the news and strutting my stuff. Enough to encounter people again, to be earning a living again, to have a life, a source of income, a modicum of status, a little ground to stand on.
Her eyes trailed up the slumbering giantess, over the hills of blue, to the snoring and, somehow, still smug face of Luna. So able to be so free in herself and commanding of it. That's what she needed to become again.
Except a little bit more elegantly than her sister.
That's it then. I'll take that job tomorrow. And then I'll... hope for the best.
Celestia fell asleep with that thought in mind, intent to make tomorrow different from today, to be the one on top, and not on the bottom, come the week after this. Although excitement burned her with the twisting of anxiety, it also flooded the woman with something new, a difference of sorts, that enveloped her in a tingly hope.
