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// V | A Photoshoot Massive Special 
// Story: Big Celly's Day Off 
// by B_25 
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 ~ V ~

A Photoshoot Massive Special


The roads from the country sprawled and curved toward the looming city, narrowing the closer they became, carts of all types, ones pulled and ones driven, back to back, as traffic would always exist regardless of the engine. Drivers and pullers of coaches, however, kept to their unique sense of superiority over the other.

One such pony sat inside his cart as the 't' had yet to be removed from that word, behind the wheel and leaning back, staring at the ceiling of the interior. Sunlight poured, diffused, from the sunroof. He closed his eyes and sighed, drinking in the light, not getting enough inside the office.  

Until a shadow passed over.  

The pony tittered awake in a jolt that came in always needing to be attentive on the road. Yelling voices and blaring horns and the unintentionally and minuscule doing of wrong to the intense feeling of terribleness. He looked ahead to see the space ahead had been opened—towering buildings, teased, in clusters in the distance.  

But he didn't have a chance to pull up.  

Rather there was a titanic sound that was soft and followed by annihilating winds. Enough to slice the side mirrors of the cart as they ripped forward. Ahead was a dome of a shadow with, above, the tease of the underside of white. Before squinting could be done, the thing crashed down, stealing the spot—cutting him off.

The pony blinked. The urge to lean out his window and yell at the thing came to pass. Still leaning back in his seat, he looked up, the interior of his cart, still in dark, the sunlight now gone. In the sky hovered the dimness of the inside of a skirt. Skyscraper like legs, coming into view at their ankles as, in shooting up, their milkiness brought light into the night of the article.  

Cushy thighs flanked each other as they were squeezed in the tight rims of the underwear. Patterned panties with a curve more generous than the earth with the bulge of a part left enshrouded in the darkness. It curved back to the canyon behind—that out of view.  

The stallion jaw was lowering though sensations relocated to other areas. Blinking did nothing to dispel the imagery he did not want to fade away. However, in looking forward to his dashboard, two slender legs were skyward and the scene capped at their ankles. Between them, though, lowered the massiveness of a face.  

Princess Celestia herself.  

"Oh dear me! I didn't mean to cut you off." Her head was upside down, and her muzzle's underside could have been made a bridge leading into the city. Tons of hair—literal and not metaphorical—swept down on the scene. Carts and the like drowning in the pulls and piles of silky strands. "You don't mind, do you? I'll even forgive you for looking up longer than you should have."

The stallion did what was wise, which was to nod his head, so suddenly so afraid, and yet, at the same time, not minding being crushed underneath one of those hooves. The princess flashed him a smile before her muzzle returned to the sky. Once another space opened far further in the highway, one of her legs arched toward it, its miles per hour beating every cart here, a matter none were upset about.

And that was how Princess Celestia beat the afternoon rush into the city of Manehatten.  





Maybe I should have opted-in for the eye patch? But then I might have looked similar to a pirate. Those little ponies are already so difficult to see. I like the look of 'captain cutie' much more anyway.

Celestia strode through the city as its towering buildings rose to her shoulders at the sides, the roads below, narrow and forcing her hooves together, as passive thoughts coursed through her. Ponies and stands and posts crawled across the sidewalks with more than a few looking up at her.  

She smiled with the inability to wave. Without a doubt a number of those just barely more than colourful dots were charmed by her. But there was the matter of everything else. Down on the sidewalk level, every time the side of the hoof set on the road, it rocked the world around it, a heavy thud to a clap throughout the ground—hot dog carts turning over and ponies being bounced.  

Celestia clenched an eye at the unintentional effect. Posts cracking from the concrete and falling onto the ground. She winced, sending down a wing, the tip of bone, struggling to capture the little thing. It kept sliding on the floor from the heavy push, brought into her grip to slip and roll out.

Even on capturing it with an eye closed and a tongue stuck out, she lifted the pole, sticking it back in its hole—a little deeper than before. The light press resulted in cracks forming around the thing. A passing pony stepped on one of these ones and, as a result, was at a far greater risk to break her mother's back.

O-Oh dear. 

Celestia returned her muzzle to above the buildings to the aerial view of the city. She felt out of place. Even the cuteness of her costume felt a tad much in the face of all the ponies going about their day. Those in the windows of towering offices, looking out and to her, confused and taken away from work.  

She sighed.  

I thought this would have been more fun.

"Celestia! Yes yes! Over here! To the squeaking to your left!" Celestia froze at the buzzing voice floating into her ear. Looking to the sides and swaying her hips the same, in the second next, there came the collide and then the crash. "No no! Your rump! Ensure it does not—"

Inside the office building on one of its higher floors, where cubicles were stacked together with ponies stuffed inside of them, the series of rumbles and thumps had knocked all the deadening trance of work. Few inside and answering calls were jolted in their seats, the line cutting, the marches of something enormous calling to them.  

One pony kicked against the ground and rolled out from the cube on his chair, seeing across the runway to the afar windows, each large and vast like a theatre's screen, the collection of them revealing the mass of the bouncy flanks inches beyond.  

How they swung close with a bounce that promised heft to the imminent crash of booty. The wrecking balls of fatty tush exploded into the glass and crumbed the starting of the floor. Shards helplessly poured on the frosted swells as their density was too thick to be pierced.

"Oh dear!"

The mare leaned back in her seat and looked at the view amused. Blinks came slowly in seeing the underside of a cheek stuffed between the floor and the ceiling. It was squeezed in, clumped, like a thick base of a hill. Its weight on the floor alone sent cracks shooting out.  

Then the silly princess had the notion of moving.

"Wait! Miss! Do not—"

The flank swept right as the princess attempted to look left, unintentionally tearing her backside across the facade, ripping the glass, the starting of the floor, as the voluminous rump sliced it like icing on a cake. In the now booming cavity, the giant's muzzle turned, looking in, appearing ashamed.  

“Um! Terrible sorry about that.”

Her eyes clocked over to her backside to see her skirt pulled back over it, the racing of her heart loud enough to be heard as frantic hooves lowered the article. Blushes covered hills of white as her laughter was too nervous to be considered adorable.  

"T-There is something I can do about this! Just a second now."

Those inside the building stared out to the gaping hole, unsure if the feminine titan was removing her cap. Smiling at it and looking to the floor, she brought the hat over, resting it on the corner of the building. Darkness washed over the floor as the interior of the cap rested before them.  

As well as the scent of mane and strawberries.  

Seconds passed before there was crumbling. The hat was removed and light and air tore into the floor again. Celestia came closer with a sideways muzzle, keeping her eye to fill the hole, looking in, needing to see the expressions of those inside better.  

"I'm, uh, again sorry about this." Though her voices came from floors below, it rang up, echoing from and across the ground. Surround speakers before they had the chance to be invented. "I promise to make it up to each and every one for you as well for all the work and the building itself. Please forgive me for that."

And not getting a response from that, the big mare pulled away, unable to hold back a sigh, slowly walking away. Celestia's stomps and thumps echoed and were still immediate despite the growing distance. Those in the building either left or put on coats.  

I fear all the ideal conditions for my day off is starting to lose themselves.

"Princess Celestia! Please! Down here once more!" that voice buzzed in her ear and the princess, looking around, then glanced down. Turning the greatness of her neck to the building at her left. On its top was the little mare she was set to meet today. "Great great! Phenomenal! You are looking dashing as requested! Do be sure to wipe off your derriere."





Photo Finish had been waiting on the roof in exactly the spot where she knew everything would play out, telling from the distant and approaching thuds that the large one would be near—proportionally large in all the right places of course. The princess looked magnificent in how the largess of her body curved to the corner of the road. 

So much ahead, yet looking left and back, seeing her.  

Celestia's muzzle loomed above and bloated out a few clouds in its size alone. Then it turned with waterfalls of mane flourishing over as well. She gazed at her rump to the dust and debris coating the skirt. She hugged the width of her backside at once, coming to pat it, an adorable pose.  

"Perfection! Already the essence for the photoshoot!" Photo left the giantess to the cleaning as she trotted to the other side of the building, the next section of the city coming to open, vast and empty with the surrounding buildings outfitted with cameras. "The scene is already prepared for yours truly. I see those unclassed workers at the port did their duty in dressing you well."

Perfect snapped back to the giantess behind it. Celestia jumped at this in stepping back, the crashing and rocking of the world teasing to her immensity. Despite her size, she'd become timid, afraid of such a tiny mare. "T-They did rather well indeed... though maybe we should cancel the photoshoot."

"Do not let the accident with your bottom cause you to lose your mood! Indeed what a scene it was to watch it all happen! Come now." Photo stared forward and pointed a hoof the same. "Any damage you cause over here will be safe! You wanted to entertain the public with your looks once more—did you not? Think of how the special will be in the magazine!"

From behind and overhead, the giantess cocked her head, thinking on the matter, the heart she had before, now, no more. That confidence and teasing of her beauty somehow removed. Now that will simply not do.

"You think ponies will still care to see me—much less at this size?"

Photo's cracked an eyebrow high enough that, even if it could not be seen, indeed, it's effect could be felt. "Have you gone mad in your boredom? Think of the males! The females! Those who would love to be cast inside the skirt and crushed underneath that rump!"

She slapped a hoof in the air. "Bah! Even those in the building only wish they had been close in the impact! Worries hamper the mood." Photo stomped the ground. "Fixate on your doubts later where the mood does not matter. For now... focus! Why did you agree to do this photoshoot?"

Celestia's throat, a snowy volcano, stretched to the sky as her head went forever higher. Her lips pushed left and bunched together in an expression that was swallowed in thought. There was an occasional twitch through the frame.  Performer's anxiety.

"I suppose it's because it's been such a long time since I've done one last." Celestia blinked at the thought and at the wisp of hair escaping her cap. She blew it to the side to the feeling evoking a bluish. "And even then it was for photos of a princess instead of a mare. Suppose I... really missed being teasing."

Photo smirked. "Then a tease you will be! Come now! Give ponies cause to want to be inside a cart that is crushed underneath your flank! Its slow drop and powerful piling atop a building! Do not thoughts ruin you! Follow that feeling and do as you please!"

Celestia cocked her head to the side as that wisp of mane was still underneath the front of her hat, the rest of it either tucked inside or behind her head. Finally she smiled. Giving up the fight and submitting to the request. 

"Okay Shoot." Celestia nodded with a flash of a smirk. "You've convinced me."





"It can take it!" Photo shouted from the center of the empty lanes, the photo crew behind her while, ahead, a lone bleacher was between the roads. It could house some of those visiting a stadium—however, it could not hold a stadium itself. "Don't you worry about it now! Such a long shoot so far! You deserved to rest!'

Two hooves of white swallowed the dome from the road on either side of the crew, a shadow set over them. They were proficient enough to not look up as the shot laid ahead. The bleacher continued to loom in the emptiness of it all. That was until the edges of the skirt dangled into view.

Like the slow drop of stage curtains.

Until everything stopped.

Photo groaned and looked up. Between the towers of forelegs revealing the massiveness above. Celestia's muzzle looked directly down, mane scattered over her face, the cap leaning more than it should. "A-Are you sure about this?"

"Indeed! Now plump your rump and take a seat!"  

Celestia nodded and the muscles in her haunches ceased efforts. Her rump crashed into the ground to the immediate imploding to the bench. Its radius, hidden, to the skirt collapsing over the area. Little pelts flourished the fabric; all settled in a second.  

"Now lean back a little!"  

The stretch of an out of view barrel did precisely that, the skirt pulling back with it, revealing the dusk behind it. Two mountainous flanks resting on flattened steel with scattered bits trapped around it. The starting curve of Celestia's crotch, teased, as the rest of it rolled into the skirt.  

"Good good! Now sitting simply won't do it!" Photo herself fell to the left, lying on her side, being one with the model. "Fall to the ground. Lie back a little. Be like a kitty in a plush bed!"

Celestia did exactly so and it was a few seconds before the result could be experienced. In the planes where there was nothing, suddenly, there was an all-consuming shadow. Lanes and the land between, swallowed, underneath the massiveness of the giantess's side. Her head was like a mountain resting on the ground, looking to the camera crew, an eye covered in mane.  

"Yes yes! Exactly that! Now spread out your limbs!"

Celestia blinked and it cast a wind across the street. The massiveness of arms and legs spread out to accentuate her playfulness. Lights shone from the surrounding buildings. The pose, captured, from the multiple crews.

But regardless of the shot or the photo, despite the length of staggering beauty that was the princess, for whatever reason, Celestia's heart didn't seem to be in it. She had all the requirements to be a knockout, and yet, the simple posing wasn't doing it for her.

Why is that? She is beautiful and the spawn of unending art—yet her soul is not within the work. Photo laid on the ground like her model, though stroking her chin, attempting to summon thought. She is not in the mood! But how do I spark that back into her? By feeling! But what could she...

Photo looked in the distance to the giant mare rolling around like a dog, the expanse of road and booths and trees, enriched in shadows before crushed underneath her frame—the feeling tugging at the giantess's lips. That was it. Little pleasures to evoke one into the matter.  





Celestia rolled around in the section of the city that barely fit her, unable to get into the mood by herself, working best in having someone to tease or the like. Yet in working before the crew and doing as she pleased, the mare could not get the feeling to be right.  

"Pegasi! To the air with your camera—I have an idea!"

The princess cocked an eyebrow at seeing the crew suddenly taking to the sky, which allowed her to sit up like normal. She breathed a little of the cooler air in being worn from the modelling. Though between her legs squeaked up the voice of Photo.  

"Princess! A favour if you will?"

Celestia looked down far below to the little one and, in nodding, providing a hoof. Photo climbed onto it and was lifted to the sky faster than an elevator. She stood in the center of the squish and looked out the titan. "I have a proposition for you! The city has informed me that some of its buildings are set for destruction."

Celestia blinked. "Really?"

"Indeed! They allowed us this section in particular in being informed of our intentions." Photo grinned in looking over the giantess shoulder, which she did the same, to the brown building currently leaned against. It groaned from the slender weight. "They said it would not be an issue if any damages came to it. In fact. The destruction of such... would be greatly appreciated."

That was odd. Celestia looked across the lanes to the buildings side-to-side after the sidewalk. They barely rose to her waist while she stood. In coming to do precisely that, the ground crunching, sinking, and crumbling beneath her hoof, she went to the series of complexes with her muzzle hanging above them.  

It was cocked and her shadow dressed the lot. Confused was her expression as she looked to the crews on the streets for support. Half were dazed and the other half had their hooves pumped. They wanted this. Looking to the crowd, she lifted a foreleg and, nonchalantly, slicked the roof of a building.  

It shot at a tap and smacked into the ground below. Sliding across the street and disintegrating in its travels. The piece stopped feet before the ponies, all unable to see over its cliff, caught within its warpath. Celestia stood far behind it waiting for the reaction.  

To the chorus of cheers that erupted, like singing mice in a stadium, to her ears.  

It seems they rather enjoyed that.

Blinking again due to the little flashes around her face, Celestia whizzed around in place, unintentionally crushing stands and trees, pots and lots, underneath the shifting and stepping of her hooves. Little bugs of Pegasus hummed around her to the flashes of their cameras.  

Celestia smiled. Shake of the head to knock that strand of mane to the side of her face. Winking and smirking to a touch of tongue. Looking back to the topless building, where a stairwell and a hallway rested inside, the mare got devious, a glance to the hips that had caused so much issue.  

Slowly the mare strode to the back of the building, the passage to the next lane, narrow, forcing the giantess to be squeezed. The joining building hugged across her frame, bunching it, cracks shooting across the structure in her moving through.

Once the mare had reached the other side, the majority of her body, hidden, behind the buildings, her head rose from behind the stack. She came to rise a little, the casting of her shadow, sudden and swallowing, sprawling across the long street to before the crew.  

The cast looked up in amazement at the princess taking the tops of three buildings underneath the fluff of her chest, which crashed on them a second later, a boom and a shock wave of dust, the dull sound of power flourishing out.  

Ripples formed across the tops and spread in spiderwebs down their fronts, expanding and deepening as the chest was depressing harder into their shelters. Celestia leaned over them with hooves crossing over and dangling over their fronts, the explosions of windows, behind and around them, as the pressure on the structures became tremendous.

"That is it! Show us every reason to fall in love with you! Every little teasing and exposing of perfection!" Photo's voice floated from the street though she was hard to be seen in the darkness of the giant's shadow. Yet her voice, powered by passion, buzzed forever upward. "You are the embodiment of all that is splendid! Do not be that which you think you should be! Instead follow whatever feeling compels you to be regardless of its wildness!"  

Those on the sidewalks before the building, the energetic lot running in circles, shooting photos upward and avoiding the debris crashing downward, were treated to views to extraneous and floating fluff to the groans and bending of the buildings.  

Suddenly the titan above them pulled from view. Above them like a filly looming over her playset. Seconds passed until the order to run was given. Great squeaks ruminate from afar to the incoming of desirable terribleness.  

The pegasi floating in the air saw it clear. The massive mare and her derriere parked before the first victim of a building. An eye cocked back, half-lidded and knowing, the edge of a smirk, informing all, that the girl knew exactly what she was about to do.

Mass of rump, situated before the building, swells of softness, rounder, than the midsection of it all. Without warning and a tongue stuck out, the mare thrust back, the massive ass crashing through steel and concrete, tearing across flooring and raining the remains.  

Those on the ground were presented with their reason for running as, in a matter of seconds, a plum-shaped shadow passed over—shooting across the long street. They beat faster to escape its range as, around them, desks and tables, parts of walls and sections of floors, in clunks and clumps, pelted around the road.  

Looking up revealed the underside of the derriere as it pushed to the other side, cleanly broken through, the skirt flouncing from the motion. The panties underneath were flash to the thickly swell of flanks barely suppressed. They jostled, unrestrained by the underwear, which fought to stop the earthquakes of the booty via flexing fabric.  

As the cheeks bounced into slowness, a torrent of carnage, little concerning the massiveness it spawned from, blasted out before falling down. Everything caught inside the building brought in the motion of the butt, carried several feet past it in a splash across the air.  

Slowly the skirt crashed down and whipped the oncoming torrent with a boost.  

Celestia wasn't done as, in wagging her rump to the left, slammed it, then, forcefully right. Side of a cheek knocking into the building to the immediate collapse on contact. It disintegrated before the rest of the motion could carry through. To think, utter hardness, defeated, by immense softness.  

That wrecking flanks so plush and so finely shaped.  

The rump flew through the building and launched it to the side, the pieces clattering into the passage, pouring in a stream that flushed out into the street. Above it the rump in a sway had splayed another douse of the debris. Everything rained from it as it slowed above.  

Celestia's head fell back and cocked an inch to the side, the head roll of satisfaction brought on by fun. Mane was knocked loose from the cap, layered before her face, the prismatic shine, adding to the allure of the hungry girl.  

Then she looked to the third building of the lot, the one mostly untouched, finding a need to grin once again. In striding over to it, each step rattling the world, the view was seen through the building's remains. Most only a few floors, each missing their middle, without much remains to it. Every step caused them to rock, the rest of a base, crumbling, a corner of the building, piling into itself.  

Nothing remained of them once the legs of length, behind them, had strode past.

"Photo! Photo! We have an issue!"  

Photo's head wagged to be removed from the trance of watching a large mare at work. Her bottom lip crashed into her top in looking back at the assistant. "Yes yes? What is it? Fired if not a worthy distraction."

The pegasus unfurled a wing forward, a scroll, held out, from the center of it. "Newspaper printed a few moments ago. Equestrian Englad (ask NC for AJ news name). The headline might ruin the theme of the shots."

"Gimme that." Photo's snout tilted up as she swiped the paper. "Go. You may continue to work for me."

The stallion was unsure to feel relieved or disappointed, a risk of losing a job, survived, to no reward. Why even take the risk if nothing would come from it. With slumped shoulders and a muzzle to the ground, the echoes of beams creaking lifted his gaze and, in looking to the towering building of white—something whiter was seconds from setting on it.

The airship of a rump loomed over its room, the length of massive wings, teasing into view, coming to pull the hem of the skirt back. Everything underneath became exposed. The hefty flanks, wobbling on nothing, flicking to the cheeks' shifting, the delicious sliding happening beneath the underwear. The fat of the flanks was squeezed by the panties, barely fitting within them, the moving of hips, keeping them smacking into each other, a dance a princess hadn't thought she'd give.

The pegasi fluttered higher above to get a better view of the shot. Seeing the titan lower at the front and rise at the back. The magnitude of Celestia's rump settled in a bounce—able to knock the world around. Clasps like narrow bridges flexed in becoming tugged due to underwear and stocking furthering.

Celestia's head was low as she looked up to her rump, which crashed down as creamy meteorites, each cheek, swelling out, on the impact. Incredibly full were the twins as the clasps tried harder to pull sheets of fabric over the flanks. Ripples lifted and lowered the articles in their shooting across.

Curtains pulled to the side was the mane to the mare as it yanked across her face to reveal its full extent. The snout, bunched, to the opened mouth below. Light blush on the cheeks to the satisfaction of use found in being bottom-heavy.  

Celestia's moons crashed onto the building to the pulling of her skirt, revealing the underwear ridden from over the swells of luscious orbs. The dock of her tail was up as her tail curved like a waterfall.  

The building itself suffered the impact in a flash. Panels exploded and rooms crumbled and windows denoted. Crunches deepened into the roof and down the structure. The ass, dropping, with a touch of a rub.  

Deep tissues broke across the roof and rocketed down its sides.

One the wrecking balls of softness had caved through the roof of the building and fell a decent way, the racing of their momentum died as, in the second next, the twins wobbled upward and jiggled around. The ripples breaking across the curve of the cheeks knocked them back down, blasting through the building again, the jiggles of a rump, monstrous, in repeatedly assaulting the structure.  

Each smack of the bottom caved a floor in. Drop after clap after bounce of rump, lever after level, destroyed and removed, leaving a shortening building. Celestia raised her bottom to the dropping of her chest, arched perfectly enough that, to most, the sun became eclipsed.

Celestia crashed down harder and faster to the dream of every bomb, the mass of her ass, its center, set to plow through the building. Floors and rooms and stairwells, existing in a second and, in the next, removed to the filling of booty.  

Everything removed and bent to the butt falling through. Capturing the area of the building with inches to space with her ass. Celestia launched up as her rump tore through the center of the complex. It landed at the base to a tremendous thud, one that knocked the city, carts jumping, buildings leaning, the boats at the port suddenly rocking to intense waves.  

The mare fell through the building as it blasted outward from under her. Not in time as, in the seconds next, the rest of her followed through. In her rump touching the ground, everything rocketed outward. The structure was still falling and did so away as she sat like filly crushing a sandcastle with a leap and crash of her bottom onto it.

Those on the ground had found a safe place in a castle of sandbags, deep inside of it with all slits to peek through, of course, layers in cameras. Safe was it somehow in all the chaos passing over it. A cloud of dust had risen from the scene though, after a few moments, settled down to reveal the view.  

It was of the princess, the volume of her rump, set on the vast and flattened remains. Those in the safe place with their head stuck out the ducks, look up, seeing the mare's muzzle in the sky. She was blinking in the aftermath of it all. Breathing heavily as heavenly pants replaced the breeze.

She glanced down at the anthill all the way from heaven. "H-How was that? With more feeling this time?"

Photo blinked from inside the castle and, on coming to exit from its side, walked onto the street in focusing up at the sitting giant. "Ah yes! Very well indeed! Exactly what we were looking for... bit amateurish and overdone—but a beat in the right direction."

Celestia's shoulders dropped and the loss of mood was loud in its own way. "Thought I was having a little too much fun."

"It's not a matter of that! It's, well..." Photo shook her head and held out a scroll on a hoof. It was a miracle that action could be gleaned as, above, the princess's horn lit. The dot of paper was lifted before the sky of the white. "Tis better if you read for yourself. I doubt the matter will mean trouble for us. Though you could imagine a little difficulty... rising with you."

Celestia's grand eyes, squeezed to an iota of being open, read the paper. Shame massive reading glasses have yet found their invention. Thankfully a charge of magic can solve all.

The paper read.  

Equestrian Englad

Giant Danger in the Little City? GIGANTIC Princess Celestia, Carelessly, Breaks Hole into Office Building—Using Her Rump!

Full Story on Page One.

Celestia's shoulders dropped and nearly clattered over the city. Leaning back over buildings as she towered as a snowy beacon. Eyes around the city, at this moment, no doubt, on her. Same ones about to read that paper and see that hole in that building.

Much less the destruction happening here. 

Everything had returned to going well, and in an instant, it returned to being horrible.

She looked from the paper before catching the image they'd printed on it. Gloss of a sign glinted in the corner of vision. In looking down the street theirs for the rest of the day, there had been a building, not one set to be destroyed, but bearing a polished title.  

Equestrian Englad (Second Location!)

Celestia's frown saddened her expression. In rolling over on her rump and coming to stand forward and up, the giantess strode toward the building, those at her hooves, forced to scamper from underneath them—barely missing the shadows that were crunched in by colossal hooves.

This will teach you to ruin a photoshoot that had just started to go well!

Ponies flushed to either side of the mare, unsure of what she would do in standing at the building which, at its highest, barely touched her ankles. The cute sailor stared at the structure. Any other day and this would have slid. It wasn't worth the trouble of taking personal offence for all the problems that would crop up from it.  

The headlines, then, that would come in the papers.  

The possible and rising fear from her subjects in seeing their princess commit such a thing.  

The terrible example she'd be setting for her nation on how to behave.  

And yet.  

The princess had forgotten she was not a princess today and, since it was her day off, took no trouble in twirling, skirt furling to the rising of a hindleg. Coming into the turn, the mare blasted the leg out, taut thigh, despite broad, delivering the power needed for the kick.  

The immense hoof smashed into the building and crumbled it in a second, everything littering into rock, the mare holding the kick. Energy behind that anger, transported through the kick, demolishing the building. Celestia's expression, though angered, was assured.  

Assure of the power she possessed and the determination she could ruin the buildings of those who first tried to ruin her. It was a powerful feeling, despite being misplaced, to destroy a structure, easily, of those bullying her.  

But once the satisfaction flushed through her.  

Only disappointment in herself rose.  

Photo and the rest were on the street as the mare turned and walked across the road, the beams of hooves, travailing forward, causing the barrel of the mare to pass overhead. They were blanket in shadow as the dim belly loomed overhead. That, and the parks of fabric of the sailor outfit.  

The model strode away from the crew, returning them to light once she was far, not bothering to turn back as she spoke.

"I'm taking five."