~ VI ~
Stallions and Drinking and Mares and Planning
The bartender shook his head and mopped behind the counter, able to step around the shards of broken bottles, the afar storm of thuds, knocking through the store, all that was precious on the floor. None else had come to visit due to that. First slow day in Manehatten.
Until the front door chimed.
"Careful on your way in."
Heavy hoofsteps paused at the entrance. The stallion sounded like he was whipping his head around. "Little fancy and classy with your bars in the city. What is this? Maze to navigate your way safely to the stool?"
"Unique experience that's exclusive to the day." The bartender stabbed the wood into the ground, leaning onto it, wheezing a breath. "Just don't tell the city about it. They're not fond of surprises like these to the customers."
"Oh." The stallion chuckled as his hooves danced across the floor, one panel to another, a slide and a jump, adventuring as though the ground were lava. "Don't you worry 'bout that. Far worse I could complain to— and it's cause of that fact, suddenly becomin' the case for me, that my mouth is as good as clipped."
"Not sealed?"
"There should be some clever retort I have to that," the voice sounded closer to the cracking of hooves on wood, "and yet I got nothin'." The bartender finished mopping and looked over the counter in time to see the stallion pull a stool from it, setting in on the ground and settling on top of it, a few twists, of course, to get comfortable. "You forget that and I'll remember to not remember any notion of health and safety violations to my special friend."
"That includes the drinks?"
The stallion laughed while fishing a hoof underneath his hat, searching for something, a click followed by clattering of coin. He tossed the sack onto the counter to the tapping of his hoof afterward. "So long as it's not too low beneath the counter."
The bartender grinned in bending low and biting the neck of a bottle. His customer looked over his shoulder to the pane of glass that encompassed a wall. Wide and tall and the size of the room itself. He chuckled at the empty street. "And since it's just us lawbreakers—have a glass for yourself."
"You're far too kind, Mr..."
"Castaway." The stallion cocked his head in a nod to the click of teeth and a wink of an eye. His hoof pushed the sack forward and pulled the offered drink back. Golden strands gleaned over his eyes. "And I forget your name?"
"Ink Pot."
"Names away to drinks ahoy!"
Glasses clinked and liquids spilled and condensed fires dried already-dried throats. Both stallions dropped their heads to the struggling of the drink, enduring with clenched eyes and turning faces, braving it, freed from the spell as the vileness settled in their stomach.
"S-So." Ink coughed and then hacked with a turn of his head, his muzzle buried in his shoulder, coming to speak muffled from there. "Special friend huh? That mean a lady?"
"Buddy there." Castaway chuckled to himself in a fashion that built on his attraction, leaning in close, drunk on multiple causes, to his fellow stallion. "This gal is the lady of all ladies. Qualities they all want to have. Ain't no words for it. Just one heck of a mare. Proper mare. Real mare. Whole bunch of other words ending with mare."
Ink chuckled in a fashion growing to laughter. "Just be sure this mare doesn't turn into a nightmare." His chuckles ended. "Sounds like you've got a crush though."
"Like an empty soda can." Castaway shook his head and rapped the counter, earning another pouring of drinks, the two, enduring that blazing hell again. Head threw back to then fall slowly forward. Laughs spewed from both once more. "You'd never expect a feller like me to strike it with royalty—don't even know what lit the match. She told me to see her tomorrow. Figured I could attempt to freshen up."
Ink went to pour the third drink but, as he went to do so, stumbled back, the drink pouring from counter to floor, the mess, previously mopped: returned. He looked down through tiny glasses and, even though those with scrawly faces were easily irritated—the stallion merely laughed at the irony. "Hehe! Maybe she enjoyed the dirtied boy look?"
Castaway shook his head and nearly lost it in the motion. He was smiling in fond memory of a delightful past. Hoof propping his cheek as he leaned into it. "Maybe dishevelled—but dirt and filth have no appeal. Even if she didn't mind... tainting a coat as white as a cloud don't seem right."
"Ha! Point there." Ink wobbled in place and his face narrowed in confusion to the clues dropped. Something should have clicked but failed to do so. He was happy and tipsy and didn't crave for it to end. "So what? City for a wash-up?"
"Aye." Castaway's snout flicked up to allow his eyes to rise to the bartender. "Need the freshness of a breeze to make it clean on this. Swept hair and dashing suit with a touch of a shave. Need to look royal-like myself. Somethin' close to that at least."
"Can't go as you are now?"
"Again. Maybe she don't mind. But tainting perfection don't seem right."
"Perhaps."
"So... how about it? Know a place to get a suit and a tie and a place where they do your mane nice? Bits ain't exactly an issue—but nothing to open a second mortgage over." Castaway's snout dived across the counter, the miniature lake of whiskery across it, lips opening for a lick. "Need to be a class-up for a moment. Just so I don't make a fool outta myself—or embarrass her terribly."
Ink's muzzle lowered. "Maybe there are a few spots I could suggest. Even a discount if you mention yours truly." Passing shadows came from the window and swept across the shop, darkness settling, the two snuffed out from light. Booms donated closer to the scene. "Oh dear. Not again. Not those terrible earthquakes again."
The tip of Castaway's tongue hovered inches from the alcohol but, at that word, looked up to the bartender. "Earthquakes. Is that what you think it is?"
The bartender blinked. "Why... what else could it be."
The answer became clear.
Tremendous hoofsteps quaked beyond the walls of the establishment, which vibrated to the intensely of the passing motion, coming to rattle through the floorboards. Glass tittered together as stools knocked from the counter. Castaway leaned over it, sighing, his date always so close.
"What in Celestia is—"
"Exactly that partner."
Beyond the window to the sidewalk and street and island and road and sidewalk again, all of that space, to the sideways stretch of buildings—there came the eclipse of the white moon. Transition unseen as snowy volume consumed the scene. Mountainous flanks slapping onto the ground, deepening in every clap, squish shooting until spreading out. Columns of thighs were on either side as they shot up into an arch.
The bartender panicked.
Castaway, however, pointed to the ceiling, lazily, as the other looked up. "Give it a few seconds for the rain to sprinkle in—and you may not want to look up."
The suggestion was latte as something tremendous settled across the roof of the building, the back of hind legs, resting there, with the rest shooting up. Dust sprayed from the crooks in the ceiling and splashed onto the bartender. He blinked and screamed and dashed behind the counter—slipping on the booze, spinning in the air, crashing onto his back on landing.
That ain't swell.
Something didn't feel right. That mare was a teasing machine—and deserving of it. In looking over his shoulder, he saw the rump behind, scooting forward, softness tearing across the asphalt. The interior of Celestia's skirt caught onto the corner of the building. Inside was the massive bottom heading to the building. Crashing into it, the clothed vulva, mounting on the glass, which groaned from the weight.
Shrunk herself a little more—didn't she? Here I thought the mare would use the city as a playground. She even know we're in here, gettin' this view? Does she do this with everyone? Wait... does she plan on havin' multiple dates tomorrow?
His shoulders dropped at the possibility of being one among the hundred to show up at the castle with an invitation. The thought killed him a bit. It made sense. Mare that perfect could have anyone and anything. Her clothed vulva continued to bulge into the glass, mounds flattened against it, heated darkness summoned from it.
There was a divot in the fabric, a hammock warmed with a touch of dampness, its arch treasured in femininity. Softness rising on either side with a promise of sinking further in coming to wiggle rest in that slit.
And yet the boy couldn't be happy with the view of the girl.
"What is it? Why is everything dark? Is something parked against the glass."
Castaway shovelled a hoof into his face in turning back. Looking to the counter, he set his hoof to the booze. "Everything's dark cause you thought it was wise to dust your eyes over. Now just and open your mouth. Got a little something to make it better."
He pushed forward what he could of the liquid.
It dripped.
And.
"Ah! My eyes! You poured that into my eyes!"
"And just why in tarnation were they open?"
"I got confused!"
"About which feeling opens your eyes or your mouth?!"
Castaway sighed for a larger one to drop and rock on the roof overhead. Shifting titanic body that leaned the establishment to the sides. Celestia must have been down as well to be like this. Sitting one out with her panty-bottom to be snuffed into glass. Feeling that thickly-curve grind a little into the building.
It was quite a view to see nothing but underwear covering the expanse of the window. Little bit of the cheeks out through the brim of its holes. Clumped white, flattened, into the window as well. Periodically shifting to a strangely beautiful squeaking.
The big mare reading a tiny newspaper.
Maybe even sipping a barrel of booze.
Her back, stacked, into the front of all those buildings.
"Date with the princess... still a date with a princess... right?"
"My eyes!"
"Mind whining a little softer?" Castaway groaned. "Already doing it loudly in my mind."
The guards did not know whose authority to submit to, standing before the spire of the Crystal Empire, told to not allow subjects inside, of any kind, due to the waking news of the princess of all princesses.
Rulers of the Empire—Cadance really—had said no to guests.
"I'm going to walk past you lot now," Luna had said from between them, never breaking in her gait, assured that nothing could go wrong, "and you won't do anything."
Each silver-helmeted stallion looked at each other. Detaining was easy though harder in the case of an alicorn—much less another princess. Did one princess have more sway over another princess? They subscribed to the Crystal Empire, of course, and were not part of the Royal Guard.
Yet they were a portion of the nation loyal exactly to that.
In short.
Whose finely-rump were they supposed to kiss?
Luna walked past the pair with a long swing to her hips, which was born from the satisfaction of holding power in places where, really, she did not. Those guards even turned and watched her enter the leg of the spire. Eyes on the backside to the little tucked-between rubbings of her flanks.
Quite the few this morning. I'll have to return the favour. Thinking the greatness of your backside entitles you to do as you please. Just you wait. Soon you'll see being only gets you so far... while doing gets you a little bit more.
The stairwell swirled and spiralled upward to a blurring height. Luna continued her walk of superiority as it was reflected in the crystal of the twirl. However, after several flights, the mare could not hold it much longer. Soon she returned to normal and, at reaching the top steps, stopped, sitting down and taking a breath, sweating a little and panting a lot.
How the devil does she maintain that plush figure, and yet, keep in prime physique?
Luna fawned a wing to wave little breezes across her muzzle, realizing in seconds the futility of such things, getting hotter, tired, in a couple of seconds; arrogance brewed ignorance, which all royals, ironically, fell victim too.
You have a horn you moppet.
Luna's shoulders fell. How did her sister recover from mistakes and embarrassments without a loss to being self-assured? Easily mocking herself and unable to hold true satisfaction, while her sister, drunk the beams she’d cast herself.
Celestia was self-sustaining on her own greatness.
You'll get your revenge. Now cast the spell! We need to be primed for... wait. Why not grow and do as Celestia had on Cadance? Then used the feelings from that to win her over to your side and—I'm terrible smart the second it's too late... aren't I?
Luna clenched a hoof—if that, somehow, was possible—and cast it to the air. Below swirled the blue of water as its beams twirled over her back and travelled in a stripe across her belly. It was a freshen-up spell. Something invented when the make-up artist had come late or not come at all.
To even greater revenge on you!
But first.
To convince Cadance to also desire revenge upon you!
Meanwhile in the royal bedroom—one for it's size, two for the ponies it housed, and third for some other reason—the princess of love was fussing over the one held for the stallion nearly to lose it for her. Or, rather, for the chance for it to be weakened.
Cadance laid and was draped over the edge of the bed, torso handing over with pink forelegs holding out a copy of Macro Mares, head cocked cutely to the side, eyes blinking as they read and passed over images. Mane frazzled from the readings of all the magazines left across the bed.
Her lips pushed far too the left in settling on one image in particular. I can't tell if her rump is bigger than mine. That city around it looks awfully small. Maybe it's the effect rather than the actual size that counts? Shining has been looking at mine a lot less ever since that game.
Cadance's belly came to flex as she leaned up, waterfalls of mane falling around her head, her eyes set across the landscape of her underside. Nothing special worn today. Fluffed tuft seeing over and down to the messy furs of her barrel. White underwear cupped her flanks and its brim barely dressed over her delicates. The waistband hugged before her and delicately squeezed what little pudge the slender mare possessed.
Then a thought stole her from sightseeing.
Shiny's has made me as strange as he in all of this, hasn't he? Would I have been willing to look at other gigantic mares before all of this? Much less comparing rumps and scenarios and what his ideal type is?
She let out a huff with dull eyes.
Thank goodness none of the pages are stuck together. Though the black circles over some images and the bookmarks on certain pages is a tad distressing. I barely won him back from Celestia during that game of ours. I want his love and lust for me, always, to be an assurance.
Her eyes narrowed.
I've already fought off my fair share of mares for you.
Cadance fell back again. Dropping this magazine as a paper floated into her hooves. It wasn't done magic of her own, yet she looked at the page, disheartening at once. It was of a massive rump like a soft block, crashed into the front of a building, pieces exploding from it, jiggles caught in a frame across the cheeks.
Only the underwear had been white instead of golden this time.
Shining's favourite is black on white. I'm screwed once she figures that out. Where did this paper come from anyway?
"Has Shining's enjoyable curse set upon you as well?"
Everything on Cadance clumped inward. "Ever wonder why we even bother with guards? The maids are more effective at this point."
"Indeed. Dealt with an upbeat and useless lot this morning." The paper raised from Cadance's upside-down eyes to reveal the mare on the other side of the room, who kept her distance with a tilted to the floor, seeing a colt's questionable collection scattered across it. "Is this the reasoning for no guests this afternoon? I'm sure Prince Shining would be rather pleased to find his mare so engrossed with the art of finding us gigantic."
Cadance dropped the newspaper and its pages spread on hitting the ground. "What are you doing here?"
"Whaaaat? An aunt can no longer surprise her niece with a visit? How the times are changing!" Luna's voice dripped with raspy emotion, and yet, on the turn of her face, it revealed total manipulation. "Or how a certain few are getting older! You have been rather distressed as of late—have you not? Or is this summoning of materiel revealing both sides to the Princess of Love?"
"More sides the merrier." Cadance's growing grin was powered in the winning of this little game. "Though hard to understand from someone who comes from none." She struck out her tongue as wisps of mane fell across her face.
Who did this mare think she was? Perhaps she was an older princess—another use of an insult—and the sister of Celly. Yet Luna had this way of looking down at others without citing the cause to be so above everyone.
In short.
Luna picked on Cadance.
And it was only recently.
The younger mare came into her own in the legendary rivalry existing between all the princesses.
"My rump is bigger."
"Because it's doughy and fat on fat."
"Still larger."
"Except no underwear hugs it well."
"Shall we see how well yours does on you?"
"So easy in asking to see my bottom—should I flag my tail for you as well?"
"Only to be more objective."
"Sure you aren't Shiny underneath that outfit?"
"I think Shiny's too busy admiring that paper that was in your hooves."
Cadance was shocked into a stop.
"Oh? What's the matter? Have our stab after stab to the other's psyche finally pierced the first weakness?" Luna laughed in a way hollow and fake and, ensuring it was apparent. Cadance boiled a brighter pink to show her lack of stoicism. "Aha! Such an easy target indeed. Unable to lie—not with all these magazines."
Cadance's eyes shifted to the side—before shooting back to the opponent. "Shining's still infatuated with me! Loses it in in seeing me in a new outfit." Cadance clenched his eyes in being led down a bad lane... though her mouth kept on talking. "Always wants to grab me and hold me and cannot believe he has me every time he looks at me! His love for me cannot be hidden from my power."
"Little miss perfect is still a teenager in some regards." Luna covered her laugh behind a hoof in turning away. Same tactic Celestia had done and held over her in the past—how family bullying is passed through the generations. "Such a lovely power to know who is in love and those who are loved. Such a shame, though to find someone whose love is born in multiple directions."
Cadance's scowled. "Don't go there."
"Shining's love for you is assured and is brimming the capacity... yet it also rises to the counter for another... a love much older than the one held for you." Luna should have backed away, but instead, she came within range of her opponent. "It does not rise higher than the one held for you—but it's been coming awfully close lately."
Cadance's muzzle lowered and her scowl deepened. No words escaped as nothing could deter the truth. Rather something around it had to be invented or an attack of retaliation found. She waited for the right moment to strike as anger festered.
"And the power of dreams is stronger than the power of love in this regard."
Luna leaned over Cadance in a blow of warm air across her snout, which twitched, as Luna's mouth drew close to her ears. "Do you want to know why?"
Cadance did not answer.
"Because I can see exactly what Shining wants." Luna licked her lips. "Such a shame I did not join you for that game. It would have been such joy to tease such a fun colt." She pulled away and lorded over from above. "Does that bother you at all? To win and marry your love from the pool of thirsty mares—only to have to fight for him, again, from radiating feminine power of your own family?"
It is so on.
"Maybe I wouldn't have minded playing that game with you." Cadance's smirk returned as did her half-lidded eyes in looking up. Her thighs crossed together, plush on plush, rubbing to a tease drawing the other's eyes. "Felt the love and a little of something else once you came in here. Maybe you are less of a bore than you let on. Nature's design robbed you of bright attraction—didn't it?"
Luna's eye twitched and her snout flicked away. "The masses hold unquestionable love for me."
"So much that they slept through your night and praised your sister more in every regard?"
Cadance enjoyed the crunch in Luna's heart as though it were a chocolate bar.
"Much be a terrible being last all the time for it to make such a bitter old mare." Cadance rolled onto her tummy to the delightful feeling of her flanks, their swells, tightly embraced in underwear, shifting as they dropped. "Celestia is as beautiful as I am pretty as Twilight is adorable. Yet where do the praises from the public come in for Luna? Not starting too many fights in bars or debates across fan clubs—remind me, by the way, do you have any of those?"
Though it was invisible, between the mares, there was a fire in the air.
"I wouldn't have minded playing that game with you with Shining between us." Cadance stood on the bed and did a twirl on light hooves, coming to rest and showing off her bottom, swells of pink, stretching the tightness of white, showing to the inward curve all desire to explore. "Because at the end of the game, surely, this is the underwear he would like to be tossed inside the most."
Cadance looked from back from the side of her barrel, tongue out again, frazzle mane set over the side of her face, blocking it, to create another kind of irresistible beauty. "Tell me how many dreams he possesses of you? My sad power may not show me what he craves—but it does show how little he craves it."
Luna laughed. Little chuckles raising into laughter. The shaking of shoulders and rising of a hoof to rub at the side of her face. "Oh! Oh ho oh! Perfect! It seems you no longer need the protective shadow of Celestia to be able to stand on your own after all! You are a worthy enemy indeed—how I love you!"
Cadance returned the laughter with the lowering of her snout, the brightening of her eyes, and the growing of her game face. "If only the stars and the moon had given me some hint before I'd become married! I would have ditched that stallion and waited for you to come back! Oh... how this rump could have been yours!"
Luna shook her head with a pleased smile this time. "But who says the fates cannot be changed? You spoke of having nothing to worry about in sharing your husband with me. Indeed love between three could be the tease to all."
Cadance bared a fang. "I'm not letting you have my Shiny."
"Can you say the same thing to Celestia?"
Cadance looked down in thought.
"Do not look so down! Coming all this way is quite the trip." Luna approached the bed and sat on its edge. Her soft bottom spread and flattened and elevated her a few inches. Indeed there was more junk on that trunk—thickly buttery sort desirable in its own right. "Do you think I made it so only to tease you endlessly?"
Candace still had to think about it.
"Enough! Perhaps I am that petty—but none of that now." Luna's eyes glossed over to the presented derriere of white enshrouded underneath the fibres of a tail. She enjoyed it for multiple reasons.
"You and I were afraid of each other's powers and abilities when we first met, and it was because of that, we entered an estranged agreement." Luna chuckled to herself. "I do not see into the dreams of you two, and in exchange, you do not look into my loves—and, yes, lack thereof."
Cadance smiled at being given the joke without having to say it.
"Obviously neither of us followed that treaty." Luna swished a hoof in the air to follow the train of logic. "Though we had the graces to never reveal our findings. How about we break that as well? No sense in being silent on the matters both of us already know."
"Like how, despite being so powerful, you would toss yourself between my flanks, unknown about, and enjoy the humiliation of such?" Cadance rolled onto her back to the jostle of firmness. Bubbly though not as quite as voluminous the other princesses—but far more tuater than them all. "Or how you wouldn't mind having Celesta's thighs locked around your head and dragging you in? Need I speak about Twilight?"
"Commanding on the outside and a submissive on the inside." Luna chuckled. "Indeed it is a horrible treat." She looked over to the immediate rushing of pink crossing over midnight-blue. Cadance's legs had spread to her stockings tightening around her thighs. That. And the shape pulled taut in her underwear. "Just as horrible as knowing your husband's interest in giant mares has, shall we say, grown since his encounter with two of them?"
Cadance's head sunk into the blanket as mane dressed over her. She bunched her lips and pressed them left like a petulant filly. Her hind legs crossed then pulled back then crossed then pulled back, no longer to be teasing, though rather, as something to do. "He's not as grabby with me lately. I enjoy feeling too perfect for him. He doesn't take me as his everything anymore."
Luna huffed and looked forward, shoulders slumped and forehooves supporting her jaw, she looked around. "I jest about the changing of his love. Ratio of his dreams is ninety-five percent you and five-percent her."
Cadance frowned. "I want the full hundred! It's not fair!" Her forelegs slapped to the sides, and did so again, smack after smack, the demonstration of childish rage. "I used to be so great that it took up everything! Couldn't even look at another mare because he was so focused on another perfect aspect of me! Once I found out about his little... big... whatever it is!"
She shook the storm from her head and exhaled steam from her mouth. "That his love for me would jump to a hundred again! Things have been rather slow as of late." Cadance pouted and crossed her forelegs. "How many other mares are touched to find their lover wants them to be the size of a city?! Honestly I'm too good for him. Doesn't even deserve to get slipped down the front of my undies."
"Undies?"
"It's a strange word he enjoys only in the heat of the moment!" Those hooves then slammed into her eyes as she rolled about. "And I know that because I've been going through his stash! Ahaha! I swear! I'll kill that stallion when he gets home from work."
"Granted Celestia doesn't get too him first."
"Are we back to verbal fighting again? I don't think I have the willpower for that."
Luna laughed. Genuine though a tad forced. Not demeaning but teasing to something better for them both. The mattress sunk and rose as knees crawled across it. Cadance opened her eyes in time to see the other mare looming above in her vision. "Don't you worry now. You may be an enemy, but surely, you know the phrase around that."
Cadance tiredly cocked an eyebrow. "The enemy of my enemy is probably my enemy too?"
"Only if there is a greater cause for us to be enemies than the great cause that is our enemy!"
"You're confusing me and I don't like it."
"Forever the filly."
"Do I have the body of one?"
"You shall not be shrinking me temptress." Luna coughed down the heat that had been rising up. "Rather we will be doing the reverse!"
"Both us growing?" Cadance's head rolled onto her blanket of hair and looked at Luna from there. "What point is there in us doing that?"
"Because our enemy has done precisely that—and you wouldn't have gone digging through your husband's privacy were it not for that."
It was hard trusting a foe with the sensitive knowledge that could easily harm you. Yet Cadance had a little bit more information on the other. She decided to trust, to the one untrustworthy, for the sake of finding a solution to her problem. "Alright. Fine. So maybe Shiny might prefer his big mares to be dwarfing a city instead of a playset."
"Rather it's how they make a city into a playset that he finds amusing." Cadance's glare was met with a raised hoof from another. One rested in the second next. "Don't you worry. I didn't go too deeply prying into your lover's psyche." She grinned. "Just enough to give you everything you need to get that hundred percent back."
Cadance listened.
"You barely won your husband back from Celestia during that game of yours and, even then, it's due to you throwing a fit." Luna's head bounced side to side. "Of course that's a test of his love he gave everything up to due to how much he wanted to comfort you. But that's not the same in winning in appeal between you and Celly. We all hate her as much as we love her. Familial crushes are a dastardly thing."
Cadance deflated. "Why does she have to be perfect and flaunt it?"
"Just enough to show herself off without doing any real harm." Luna clicked her teeth to the sway of her mane. "Interrupting your game and stealing him away to show that she could. Devilish is she beneath that caring demeanour. Now massive and enjoying herself to the fullest in that city. Isn't Shining stationed closer to there today?"
Cadance flipped and buried her face into the bed with hooves toppling over as well. "Trust me I know!" Her voice was muffled—as well the following scream. An inch of a turn, though, revealed the side of her muzzle. Cadance looked back with an eye. "Wanted to go there and tug him back by the ear myself. But then I'd look desperate and insecure."
"Aren't you?"
"Yes!" Cadance with a roll of her eye. "But I don't want him to know that!"
"Then you do know what the solution is." Luna crawled over on her knees to the other mare's neck, stroking it with legitimate care, attempting to Cadance's breathing. There were a few hitches before it settled back into rhythm. "To be a mare that commands a hundred percent from him, you must do exactly that: command."
Cadance revealed more of her worn face to the watery hulls at the bottom of her eyes.
"Obviously you have no qualms about becoming large and dressing rather nice and showing yourself off in degrees that would absolutely humiliate anyone else." Luna hummed to herself as her strokes carried across the back, fur and skin, a lane for the spine, of it sublime. "And willing to do anything to embarrass your husband in ways you both secretly love. Celestia threatens to get in the way of that. So large and loving it. Countless fanning over her despite the damage caused."
She leaned in close to whisper in horror to Cadance's perked ear. "And have you seen how cute she looks in that sailor outfit? Even that cap and top forces me to admit she's adorable." Her voice lowered even more but deepened in the essence of something. "Wearing that skirt to hide her backside. Mares do that for two reasons. Either because they're afraid of how small it is..."
Cadance gulped.
"Or they want to be further teased to all that is underneath."
Cadance's lips entered into waves of wiggles.
"And what's going to happen once she invites only Shiny to get to go inside of there?"
Cadance whined and shook her head and beat her hooves into the bed, shouting no, no, no! over and over till the panic dissipated. She then looked up at the aunt currently rubbing her back. "Do you think Aunt Celly would really do that?"
Luna giggled like an evil-stepmother and licked at her lips. "She made that attempt once before in your presence. Don't you wonder, dear niece, of the restraint of your husband? How would he handle the flirtations of the mare bathing the tallest tower in the fluff of her chest? The bunch of it, of course, coming through the opening in her sailor top."
Cadance made a whiney noise and dropped her muzzle onto the bed, holding hooves over her eyes, back to being a teenager once more. "Noooo! Stop it! You're not nice!"
"The one 'not nice' is the mare willing to do all of the above—to shake her hips, and offer a ride, between her flanks as she wanders high above the city." Luna dropped her head and ensured a sigh that was extra long. "Him reclining at the back of that massive underwear, pulled into a spread due to its tightness, nothing but a speck of a bugle on the magnitude of Celestia's derriere."
"Nooooo! He's my shiny! Stop it!"
"At least the view would be nice both inside and looking out." Luna took the hoof set to stroking and comforting, draping it over her head, falling into the despair that was spelled with her words. "Unable to see over the curve of a flank to the tease of the dusky canyon between. Diffused few to the passing buildings and little roads below as mighty hips carry him through the city."
"I won't let her do that!"
"Oh?" Luna turned back to the mare who had risen, returning her hoof to stroking her back but, in missing, rested on the top of pink twins instead. "A-And how do you plan on doing that?"
"Celestia might be twice or triple the size of me back there... but she doesn't have that immediate prettiness!"
Luna cheered. "And don't forget pettiness!"
"Indeed yes! That boy is going to get more from his hidden attraction than he could ever want!"
Luna nodded—but paused. "But what about Celestia? She came close to beating you before. What if she beats you to him? Even if you do reach him in time—what if she fights you for him? What will you do then?"
Cadance twirled until the girls were sitting a foot apart, each looking into the other, the previous hatred, forgotten as, never given a reason to be friends before, the aunt and the niece, in needing to defeat their thickly superior, came to work together.
"I'm going to beat her in doing everything she won't."
"Thatta girl!"
"Or maybe... Shiny wouldn't like any of this at—"
"Hush hush! Now is not the time for doubts!” Luna lurched forward and wrapped her arms around the lovely mare, the two close, the heat from one, burning, the cold of the other. It was sweet to the point of not breaking it within the seconds Luna was supposed to. "Today is the day to be petty! To not let that Giant Celly win! To cause mayhem and destruction without regard for the sake of our fun! Everyone needs a day for everything to be shaken up! That causes a drastic change in the next that is to come!"
Cadance exhaled to then breathe the clover scent of Luna's mane. "T-Today is the day to let loose?"
"We take such good care of this nation for it to become as great as us—our subjects shouldn't throw so much of a fuss for us enjoying ourselves for once." Luna chuckled. "Besides. How many will protest in seeing towering and beautiful mares going for a bit of stomping around?"
"You're right! Quick! There isn't a second to lose former-evil aunt!"
"That's—wait." Luna's muzzle pulled back as the rest of her kept in the hug. "You saw me as evil?"
"No time for that!" Cadance grinned as a frazzled strand passed over her eye. She looked up to the ceiling as magic charged her horn. Expansion flooded out her body, proportionally, coming to double than triple her size. "Let's grow!"
Luna blinked repeatedly in fear as her forelegs, able to wrap around the Cadance's little barrel, now, could barely reach halfway around. Cadance turned in breaking the hug, sitting and waiting, her mass outgrowing the bed. Luna crawled back from the rump resting on the mattress—and the tease to the inch that was between the brim and Cadance's hips. "Wait wait! I do not have the spell! It's for this reason that I came to you!"
Cadance was too focused on licking her lips in order to save her Shiny.
Wood creaked and spring broke as the bed crashed into the ground from the weight. Pink overtook white as the rump swell without losing its relative size. Luna panicked in crawling back, feeling it press into something, turning back to find it backed into one of bed's beams.
Looking ahead came the crashing sight. Bottom of another crawling over her legs and leaning on her stomach and pushing into her chest. It grew and the weight became more extensive with the opening in the back of the waistband becoming far more than an inch.
She's too lost in that world I created in her head! Would she take off without me? She very well might! I need her to take me with her. She'll grow me once she snaps out of it. But there's nowhere else I can stowaway on her body. Unless...
Luna looked at the spread of the waistband band as it grew out of the sides of her view. Each cheek becoming heavier without becoming hefty. The chasm between the cheeks was more immense without losing its tightness.
Slowly the answer became clear.
Time to discover if this is punishing or rewarding.
Luna wiggled from underneath the amplifying amounts of ass, the balloon of each cheek, swelling into her. Heated was the flank and warmed had been the underwear with dense stitching, though like silk in rubbing across her body, was preventing the princess from moving.
"Cadance! Cadance! You are sitting on me! You know you are sitting on me like some sort of violet puppy—right?!" Luna continued to wiggle from underneath the mass of ass, causing to jostle and ripple a little. She pounded on the inward curve of each cheek with her hooves, sinking into pink plushness until it wobbled and rocked the impact back. "Get off me now! We're supposed to take Celly down together! You need me for this!”
Cadance wiggled on her bottom to get more comfortable.
Luna was about to be drowned in the derriere and, in her last moment above the surface, drank in a deep breath before being submerged. Sky of white swam above to the protrusions of roundness. Caught in a lane between the flanks, Luna groaned before squeaking, the massive pair, clenching, coming to rub and shift and grind her in place.
A large voice, muffled, echoed from outside the chamber.
"Just you wait Shiny."
Luna wiggled and pounded itty-bitty hooves on the cheeks. "Silly girl! Ack! Enough of this already." Though lying on her back and being upside-down, the mare crawled through, between the tight cheeks and up the lane, escaping the speed of growth. "It looks as though I'll have to get the future Shiny experience."
Anyone from the window of the bedroom would have seen the vastness of the bottom consuming the zone with its existence, as did the rest of the mare, forced to curl into herself as her body expanded into the walls. Cracks broke through it and the floor with destruction nigh.
Luna escaped from the underneath the bottom but did not cease her crawl, knowing the spire was on collapse and, in needing to escape the crashing of hardness, then, needed to be squeezed all around by softness. Keeping up to the start of the waistband, she did not stop to reflect, instead casting herself into the abyss.
Luna crawled up onto the waistband and fell through on the other side, coming to slide down the back to between the top of violet hills. Her legs were caught in the toasty divot between with her midsection squeezed to the crashing of the two orbs of firmness.
Above in the opening of the back of the underwear, a trickle of light came through, the view shooting across the long back before being capped by locks of mane. Cadance's massive head turned and looked over her shoulder, down at the end of her panties, eye winked and tongue out, laughter dropped like bombs.
"Glad you fell for that—do you think I ever wear anything loose?"
Luna wiggled between the tops of the pink cheeks to pop an arm free, seconds from striking it to the air but, in so doing, saw the band, snap, across the mare of the mare. Giggles floated beyond the chamber to the tightening of claps beyond.
"Consider this revenge for all the stuff you said before." There was a great yearning in the distance as crystal sounded on the verge of shattering. "And you are getting away lightly on the matter. Worse and I would have kept you in my underwear for weeks without anyone else knowing. Far more than a pretty mare beneath the surface. I would have had my fun with you."
Luna actually swallowed at this as, the power held over her by Celestia, she then used on Cadance but, as it would have it, that power went back up the chain of command. She hoped that, after this, it would be her turn to use it on Celestia.
"Though I can still shake my hips and sit down and rub myself around on a hilltop if you don't believe me?" Luna did nothing to further laughter from the attached giant, the sound, vibrating from the body through roaring from outside. "Good! Now then. Think... we're about to pop out of here in a second. You might want to bury yourself a bit more inside of there. Y'know. For safety. Nothing else of course."
Luna only made a whimpering sound.
As the Spire of the Crystal Empire came to possess an opening at its top, an indention of four hooves at its front, crunched from a jump as a giant mare, in love with the sway of her hips and the shifting of her flanks, happily enjoyed burying a former foe in overwhelming amounts of tush.
"And just maybe I'll grow up alongside me once we reach Manehatten."
Ponies ducked out from their windows, confused to the booms and the shadow that washed over, looking out to the spire of a pink foreleg, which shot forever up, connecting to a barrel small and round despite its overall mass. The passing princess strolled through her kingdom.
To the long haul ahead.