Cadence posed in a long hallway, the sounds of the party echoing from somewhere around the corner. She didn’t see any-pony around, and needed to score as many extra points as possible in order to one-up Luna.
It was frustrating how the Princess of the Moon could be gone for so long, terrorize so many as Nightmare Moon, then amass an enormous following of those very same ponies; and so quickly!
The Princess of Love slipped the wispy straps of her delicate dress off her shoulders, letting the airy garment fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath; a habit she picked up to allow herself to more easily seize opportunities like this one.
Now, more than half a year into this stupid contest, none of her old bras fit anyway. It wasn't too much of a stretch from there to simply go without any underwear at all, at least for the time being.
After a handful of incidents, she had learned to exercise an abundance of caution in order to avoid accidental exposure: Crouching and bending over were to be avoided, as well as sitting on barstools, performing high-kicks and any sort of acrobatics. Over time, as the dresses became shorter and shorter, she discovered that she was able to do less and less whilst in the company of others.
How poetic.
Though she was not far from the eyes of her blue-blooded 'peers' she could enjoy the freedom to pose however she wanted, so long as she wasn't caught.
Despite having gotten away with accidentally exposing herself before, she speculated that was merely because most ponies were too embarrassed to call attention to it. She imagined it would be another story should they come across her stark naked and taking selfies in the palace halls, during an 'important' event no less.
While utterly without clothing, Cadence was wearing a pair of magically-reactive electrum rings that pierced the swollen nipples of her glamoured breasts, which were plump and round as cantaloupes.
With the help of a rare and enchanted corset she had worn during the first few months of the contest, the princess had managed to slim her waist down enough that the bones of her pelvis were clearly visible, making her hips look enormous by comparison. If her nails were long enough, (and they often were,) she could put her hands around her waist and touch the tips of her acrylics together.
She snapped a few pics from a high angle, using her magic to elevate her smartphone. She thrust out her chest and winked, glossy lips puckered in an exaggerated kiss that looked like a heart.
When she was satisfied, she changed position. Bending over and brushing aside her tail to look between her legs, she floated her phone behind her in order to take the otherwise impossible shot.
Her magically-altered breasts mostly kept their shape, even that position, where they might have sagged and blocked her face had they been totally natural.
While bent over she decided to get a few close-ups of her perfectly bleached ass hole and plump little pussy, which had an electrum fourchette piercing that she hardly ever got to show off.
After that she decided to take a close-up of her open mouth, showing off a pearl-piercing embedded in her tongue that made her oral cavity look like a toothy oyster.
Satisfied with her latest posts, she slipped back into her superfluous clothing and returned to the ballroom before any-pony noticed she had left. Once inside, she kept an eye out for more photo opportunities.
The party had been organized by her media coordinator, Coco Pommel, in order to recognize the up-and-coming influencer Fleur-de-Lis and induct her as a member of Cadence's ‘cabinet.’
The princess hoped this would allow her to overtake Luna and win the bid for oats, which her state desperately needed after a granary fire destroyed much of the supply shortly after the Ministry had confiscated their surplus.
While awaiting the main event, Cadence considered checking out the confectionaries, if for no other reason than to take a few pictures. She was sure the fare was delicious, but there was little chance of her actually eating any of it. It took a lot of impulse-control to maintain her appearance, and she wasn't going to jeopardize everything just to feel good for a few moments.
Food pictures always made waves with fanatics and (fanatical) haters alike, and all she needed to do was pretendto eat. She could even technically tag them as SFW.
She took a photo from the side with a mille-feuille held between her teeth, eyes closed to show off her absurdly thick lashes and decadent eyeshadow.
Another photo showed her from above to display maximum cleavage, and depicted her with an eclair in her mouth and a surprised expression on her face. She even staged a bit of cream falling on her breast for effect.
Both pastries she discarded when their usefulness had run out, though she did allow herself a tinyindulgence, sucking the cream from her middle finger after wiping it from her breast. As an afterthought, she snapped one last picture before removing her finger from her mouth.
Then it was time for the ceremony. Fleur stood upon the dais in a silvery dress that pushed up her white breasts, one of which had an endearing beauty-mark. Around her long legs were criss-crossing ribbons, giving the impression she was wearing more than she was.
Cadence took a few shots of the girl, whose dress sparkled in the spotlight, then stepped up beside her, putting her arm around her and taking a few selfies of the two of them, making sure to get a flattering angle. Though surprised, Fleur still managed to whip out a double ‘v’ gesture that made Cadence certain she had chosen the right pony.
Afterwards, she checked her profile and saw her points skyrocket, rising above her competitors just as the time ran out.
Princess Cadence had won the bid.
Author's Note
The cover art took awhile, and I’m not 100% sure about it, but I wanted to get this out there. 
I plan on making at least four chapters, to give each princess a chance to show off. 
Hope you like it! 
The Princess of the Moon knew that her ass was her greatest asset. Tight pants, tiny thongs, bending over in public; these were the tools and tactics with which she served her nation.
After losing the bid for oats to that barely-legal bitch Cadence, she needed to remind her followers that the moon controlled the tide. There were a number of bills in need of her signature, so she decided—as she sometimes did—to allow some of her people to spectate the signing.
For the event she decided to wear a backless one-piece, somewhat like a swimming costume, that bared her shoulders and threaded her ass like dental floss. The fabric briefly split to account for the croup of her tail before rejoining and vanishing into her mini-skirt.
The skirt itself was basically just a band of elastic, hardly longer than the breadth of her hand, stretched around her upper hips and failing to conceal the underside of her butt. Indeed, underneath the skirt’s hem her massive, doughy ass hung out, its glory natural and un-glamoured.
The signing took place in the castle's great hall, where a wooden lectern stood upon the dais. Slightly shorter than would be appropriate for the princess' height, and facing the wrong way besides, it was designed this way intentionally. Upon it were the papers she was to sign. There was also a quill and ink, for this was not all merely for show. The documents were important bills that required her signature.
When the crowd had assembled and the doors were shut, Princess Luna sashayed onto the floor to booming applause. The rowdier fanatics were kept in line by the winged sentries that flanked the dais, and a dividing rope kept them back and prevented them from spilling into the aisle.
Walking on hooves gave a natural sway to her step and lifted her butt so that it bounced and settled with each stride. Her every action had her fans frothing at the mouth, driven half-mad by a cocktail of obsession and sexual frustration.
She halted before the lectern, fiercely clamping her legs together to elicit a wild shudder from her butt cheeks; then she leaned forward, bending over the papers and showing off not only her august ass but the starkly visible part of her one-piece that expanded outward and down from the bottom of her tightly-pressed cheeks to cover her plump pussy, which could be seen between her legs. She held her tail aloft like a ghostly flame rising high, illuminating the nuances of her hindquarters below.
Taking the quill in hand, she made bold, sweeping strokes; exaggerated in order to cause her flesh to ripple and bounce. Even the meat of her thighs shifted before the audience, and her guards had to evert their eyes to ensure that their spines were the only things erect.
The whole while Luna's mysterious aide was filming, using a high-definition attachment on her phone's camera to allow for close-up shots from her far-away perch in the balcony over the door. She wanted to capture every movement of the princess's body, every ripple through fat and every muscle contraction.
At her aide's behest, Luna had used a glamor spell to return her coat and mane to the way they were just after she was freed from the nightmare, which was a very popular look according to polls the media team had run. It seemed to be paying off as the exclusive, premium chat for the live-stream of the event was filled with positive remarks on that very change.
Straightening up, Luna took a single step back, lifting one butt cheek above the other. Then she spun about to face the crowd, placing one hand delicately atop one of her breasts after they swung into position.
The crowd was thrilled to see her face (and breasts) as she addressed them, though it signaled that the brief event was coming to a close. Her outfit left her belly uncovered, as well as the bottoms of her breasts. She spoke in her usual manner, her powerful voice making the unrestricted underside of her boobs quiver like droplets of water threatening to drip from a faucet.
The overall display was so dazzling that most in attendance had no idea what it was that she was talking about. Though she spoke plainly about her policies, most were won over by the spectacle rather than the speech.
On the other hoof, there were some that had already decided beforehand that they did not like what she had to say without having bothered to listen to what that was. There was no winning over these ponies, many of whom were minor influencers themselves, elevated and incensed by the blind loyalty of their antiestablishmentarianist followers.
Of course, if they wanted to make a real difference they would be targeting the Ministry with their grievances, not her; though she wouldn't dare say such a thing aloud, not after what happened to Spike. Even Twilight was forced to back down after that, and she was among the first to criticize the spread of the Grimoire platform and the staunchest opponent of its integration into government and business culture.
What was to be done, then? Was she doomed to play by their rules, and take the heat for it? Was there no other option than standing on a stage, shaking her ass for her people just so they would care enough to support her in the endeavor to keep them fed come winter?
It was a constant struggle to claim the resources needed to function as a state, and winning one bid often meant forfeiting another. Under the thumb of the Ministry, a play for power of any kind threatened to divide their chances of outbidding the other princesses.
These dark thoughts followed her, lingering even after the event had concluded, and Luna wondered how long things could go on as they were. She felt powerless to enact real change. Eventually, surely, something had to give.
But what?
Author's Note
Sorry about the long wait. I’ve been procrastinating a little, and working on some other things besides. I made some special cover art for Luna which should be up until the next chapter is complete. Cheers!
