It was a miracle that Trixie and I were able to arrive at the Canterlot Convention Center 1) with minutes to spare before the show, 2) clean, 3) dressed, and 4) with enough energy to step out of the taxi carriage and keep walking.

Trixie Lulamoon had two modes: On and warming up. And when she was on, she did not believe in taking breaks.

Nonetheless, I was in high spirits as we navigated the fabulous crowd gathered under the banners for Canterlot Fashion Week. Regular ponies, starstruck connoisseurs, discussed the shows they'd seen and the trends they looked forward to following. Magazine reporters chatted up their contacts for any lead on the latest scoop. The occasional model or designer would turn heads and make waves before they had to dodge an onslaught of paparazzi. I had never felt so much energy and extravagance in one place.

Truth told, considering my time cooped up in the palace all this week – not to mention the time before my 'ascension' when I largely avoided eye-contact and crowds – it had been a long while since I'd been in a properly busy throng of people. The hyper-sexualized nature of this world was on display in every direction you cared to look. Perfect, bouncing bosoms held tight by extravagant clothing, averaging out larger than their owners' heads. Wide hips swelling out with firm, squeezable buttocks beneath long skirts and slacks and sweatpants, accentuated by colorful tails. Even the stallions, carrying around multiple-sports-ball-sized pouches at the front of their pants, making me want to know what it was like to be that well-endowed. And in a crowd this busy, a bit of accidental bumping or brushing was almost inevitable. It was madness to think that I'd once been expected to do a perfect job of never acknowledging any of this.

Trixie and I strolled up arm-in-arm through the front entrance without a second glance from anyone. It was much less sparse than we'd seen less than a week ago. The only frame of reference I really had for it was the difference between an empty event venue and what it looked like when a convention was fully set up. But about ten times more professional. Many dozens of designers from all over the world were being showcased, selected by the tastemakers who approved them behind the scenes and watched by those who were eager to capitalize on their designs. There was some serious money flowing through these halls.

The runway we were looking for was nearby, so we went towards a roped-off checkpoint where other ponies in line were turning in their tickets. When it came to our turn, Trixie took off her hat, reached in, and produced the ticket to Beauty in Bloom I had given her.

The staffer took Trixie's ticket, scanned it briefly to verify its authenticity, and nodded tiredly. I realized that since this was Thursday, Fashion Week had been taking its toll for a few days now. Not to mention Beauty in Bloom was basically one of the last shows of the evening. Not exactly a main event. So when this guy turned his soulless gaze on me with an expectant look, I felt a little haunted. "Do you have a ticket?"

"I don't," I replied quickly. "I'm going in anyway. I'm the reason this show is happening, and Hoity Toity will be quite displeased if I'm not there."

"Sir, there's limited seating, so we can't let unapproved–"

"Trixie will sit on his lap if need be!" Trixie snapped, wrapping an arm behind my neck and lifting a knee against my body. I took her cue and grabbed hold of her back and legs, sweeping her up bridal-style. "So let this perfectly normal human through!" Trixie demanded without missing a beat.

The young-adult staffer rolled his eyes and unclipped the rope barrier with his unicorn magic. "Go on, then."

As I made my way down the hall, still carrying her, I raised my eyebrows at her. "I think you just invoked my power for me."

"Well, like you say, his mind was already working towards rationalization," Trixie replied with a saucy smirk. "I just... gave him a push, to get there faster."

I nodded. So it was mundane manipulation, but in tandem with my already active aura in a specific situation, it achieved similar results. I wondered if I would ever get tired of learning new things about my abilities.

We followed the signs to the event hall and walked through the open double doors. The room was already full of ponies, since the show was set to start in a few minutes. The runway took up the center of the room, of course, with a black curtain behind it. Gathered immediately around the runway was a small army of photographers, including Photo Finish herself. And beyond that pit were raised seating platforms, where fancily dressed and common ponies alike were already seated. But the majority of ponies were near the entrance, towards the front of the runway.

Off to the side, a pegasus jumped up to a hover, covering her eyes from the harsh studio lights as she looked at me. It was Captain Spitfire. "Hey, Pascal! Trixie! Over here!"

A smile grew on my face as Trixie and I walked over, politely pushing through some of the gathered ponies (this space was quickly feeling smaller than I thought!) to reach where Spitfire landed. It wasn't just the Wonderbolt there – Moondancer and Derpy were present, too, chatting with none other than Hoity Toity!

Derpy gasped. "Pasky!" She ran up in all her nude glory and glomped me, forcing me to hold her up by her plush, bubbly cutie marks as she hugged me tightly. Her lap-filling breasts squeezed against my chest, and twin squirts of milk stained my shirt. She was also rather sweaty. Derpy hugged me tight, kissed me, and then gave me a big grin while she looked at me with her one non-lazy golden eye. "How've you been? I just got here! Did you have fun with Trixie?" she asked excitedly, breathlessly, a mile a minute.

All I could do was chuckle bashfully, and Trixie teasingly rolled her eyes. "You two are so sweet Trixie's teeth hurt. And yes, we had a lot of fun today...!"

Moondancer waved slightly. "Hey." I did my best to wave back without dropping Derpy.

"Well, if it isn't the stallion of the hour!" the smooth, fanciful voice of Hoity Toity announced as he walked over. Derpy dropped from her grip around my shoulders and stood beside me proudly. Hoity lowered his ever-present sunglasses and gave me a slightly lewd smirk. "Though I suppose in your case that's... 'man' of the hour?"

"That'll do the trick," I replied. "How's the show looking?"

"We're about to find out," Hoity said. "We've put our all into the presentation, but the real test will be the reception." His jawline straightened as a serious mood overtook him. "For too long, the standard of beauty has been slimness, downplaying, shrinking down, and even outright pretending that our natural assets aren't there. I daresay this will be the first time in nearly 40 years that a direct challenge to that standard has made its debut at Canterlot's Fashion Week. I want this to be perfect, but more than that, I want Equestria to hear its message."

Spitfire rubbed her temple. "It's been about ten minutes of this since I got here. Please, please, don't make me sit next to him." That got a good chuckle out of the group, even a good-sporting one from Hoity.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!" a boisterous female voice declared from behind me. Before I could turn around, I was practically hoisted up by my chest and hugged from behind, my head pressing into the generous covered cleavage of a tall mare. It took a few seconds before I was released, and I turned around to see who it was. My eyes were briefly blinded by her bright, sparkling outfit, which only confirmed that it was...

Derpy was dumbstruck, then looked about ready to explode with glee. "Sapphire Shores?!?"

The pop princess waved her head to whip the back of her mane side-to-side, then gave my marefriend an appreciative once-over. "In the flesh, honey! Though not nearly as much flesh as you, apparently! Woo, that is bold! I like it!"

My introverted personality was getting crushed by all these A-listers and my friends all crowding around me. I stepped back and let them all chat for a bit while I tuned out. It amazed me, somewhat, that I was the connection between all these disparate types of ponies. A pop singer, an athlete, a fashion critic, a student, a stage magician, and a mailmare. All of whom I'd had sex with in one form or another. It boggled the mind.

As I scanned over the rest of the room, a patch of pure white caught my eye. Seated in the bleachers on the left side of the runway, practically straight across from us, was none other than Rarity. She was wearing one of her fanciest casual ensembles, silk scarf and big hat included, but nothing could really obscure that she was, in fact, one of the bustiest ponies in the room – and there was stiff competition. I couldn't help but remember what it was like to gaze upon her nude body while I jacked off to her poses, way back at that 'welcome party' on the second night of my power.

Rarity noticed me as well, and we shared eye contact for a few moments, feeling each other out. I saw her ruby-red lips pout as she looked away slightly disdainfully.

"Speaking of reception..." Hoity Toity murmured, tapping his feathered fan against my shoulder as he looked in the same direction I was staring. "That's one of Equestria's most up-and-coming fashionistas–"

"I know who that is," I interrupted him quietly, looking away. "I landed in Ponyville. I'm familiar with Rarity."

"Oh, are you two friends, perhaps?"

Ooof. Hard topic. Our relationship could probably be best described as a 'truce.' "Just acquaintances."

"Either way," Hoity continued, fanning himself, "if there's anypony we need to impress – more than, well, the press – it's her. If we can get her on-board with the message of Beauty In Bloom, if we can give her a spark of inspiration, she can take that light and shine it across all of Equestria, I'm sure of it." He chuckled. "...Though don't ever tell her I said that. She might faint on the spot."

I ground my teeth together a little bit. "She's knows I'm... behind this," I admitted to him.

"Ah. Well, you're only behind this minimally. This is Fleur's project now. I'm sure she'll show Rarity something worthwhile." He waved his fan towards the bleachers. "Let's take our seats, shall we? The show's almost about to start."

I sat in the middle of the line of seven. To my left were Trixie, Moondancer, and Spitfire. To my right was Hoity Toity, Derpy, and Sapphire Shores. I wasn't sitting next to both of my marefriends because Derpy was busy fangirling (fanfilly-ing?) over the Pony of Pop.

"I mean, I know that Pasky said that he, um, met you guys... But I never thought...!" Derpy mumbled nervously as she ran her hands all over Sapphire Shores' body, as if not believing she was even real. Also blatantly groping the tall mare.

Sapphire didn't seem too bothered. "Mind the dress, hun. Other than that, any friend of that human boy is a friend of mine!"

I didn't remember me and Sapphire Shores being on such close terms. I mostly remembered my last interaction with her, where she suggested using the former addictiveness of my semen to make money. Did Sapphire want something from me? Was she seeing dollar signs? Maybe... she just thought I was fun to be around.

"Oh, honey, watch that drip you got goin' on there," Sapphire said, scooting aside a little to avoid Derpy's milky nipple brushing against her sparkly, gem-studded coat. "This is a Rarity original, one of my favorites."

She was facing away from me, but I could almost feel the blush coming off the mailmare's cheeks. "Well, um... maybe you could take it off and... help me with my milk problem?"

There was a pregnant pause as Sapphire Shores glanced around at the crowd. Not a small number of eyes were looking their way. But the pop princess grinned and started to unbutton her coat, right in front of everypony. "I see why you two are a good couple," she purred. "You come up with these lovely ideas that, mmm, I can hardly say no to!"

Derpy's eyes were wide and practically sparkling as the Sapphire Shores took off her top layer and patted her lap. Derpy climbed into the celebrity's lap, facing away from the stage, and lifted her breasts to rest them atop Sapphire's huge bra-clad cans. Sapphire raised one nipple up the rest of the way to her lips and started to suck freely, drawing out Derpy's breastmilk and gulping it down. Derpy started panting and grinding on Sapphire's thigh while she rubbed her fat, full, extremely sensitive breasts to coax more milk out.

Not a single pony objected or raised a fuss. Certainly got a few looks in her direction, definitely caused some blushes in the crowd, but no one seemed shocked or offended at Derpy asking the hottest singer in the country to suck her tits.

There was a tug on my collar, and I found myself pulled down to the left and dragged along the laps of the three mares to my left, until I was laying my head under Moondancer's sweater-bound sweater puppies, with my crotch beneath Spitfire's relatively modest bust and my legs buried under Trixie's chest. Moondancer twisted her torso to one side so she could give me a suspicious look past her thick-rimmed glasses. "Pascaaal... Did yooouuu...?" she said slowly. Trixie and Spitfire were giving me interrogatory looks as well.

I just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Just testing."

"On her and not me?" Trixie scoffed. Then she thought about it for a second. "Wait, no... That's probably wise."

"Yeah, I'll pass," Spitfire agreed. "I saw how much you freaked out, Pascal, and... I prefer the structure in my life right now."

Moondancer seemed much less certain. She sighed. "I already told you I wanted to go my own way when it comes to romance, didn't I...?" she muttered, scratching her cheek.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that for a moment. "Well... Y'know... It doesn't have to be a 'free sex pass' kind of thing..." An idea struck me. "But it would be nice to have another researcher learning about this power."

That got Moondancer's attention. "R-Really??"

I nodded. "Yeah! I'm still learning more aspects of the Normal – er, Acceptance, whatever – every day. And the more I learn, the more tools I have to help you-know-who."

The student was grinning in a way that I had rarely ever seen her do. "Yes... Yes, of course!" The lights in the room dimmed, and the crowd grew quiet. Moondancer whispered, "We can talk about that another time..." and magically pushed me back to my own seat.

I managed to straighten myself back up in the darkness of the event hall. Trixie leaned against me, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. Hoity Toity leaned over, fanning himself, and asked, "What was that little powwow about?"

I wasn't about to tell an influential pony like Hoity Toity. Blurting out the first excuse that came to mind, I replied, "It's classified." Which wasn't that far off from the truth, honestly. The secret of my power was officially in the hands of the Equestrian government, even though I owned it.

Thankfully, Hoity took it as a joke and chuckled. "Of course, of course. Now let's see if this ship makes it into harbor."

Music began to play over the magical sound system. It was a gentle instrumental dance theme, meant to sound airy, floral, and elegant with a bit of a rhythm to it – acoustic guitar, bongos, chimes, a xylophone, and even a harp. I wasn't sure what the analogue would be in Equestria, but to me it had a Latin vibe to it. Then again, I was basically music-illiterate. All I knew was that it conjured images of a mossy, sunlit glade in my mind.

The runway lit up with a string of lights set around the border. And without any further ado, the first model for Beauty in Bloom stepped out from behind the curtain.

None other than Fleur Dis Lee herself emerged, reminding everybody that she was a naturally curvy, hourglassed mare to rival even Rarity. She was wearing a slightly updated version of the outfit she'd worn on Saturday - a strapless pastel pink dress designed with layered 'petals' framing and pushing up her breasts, covering her areolae but leaving plenty exposed while her breasts formed a jiggling pool of cleavage. There were now sheer layers of cloth draped down from her waist like gossamer wings, bouncing with her every step as she walked confidently, stoically down the runway.

Cameras clicked like mad, flashes illuminating her from every side. Fleur hardly blinked. She'd clearly done this many times before, though perhaps not many times at this size. There were gasps from the crowd and murmurings to the tune of, "THE Fleur...? What's she doing here...?"

Fleur turned at the end of the runway, her breasts swinging an arc over the crowd as the dress accentuated the way the sides of her breasts jutted out proudly from her chest. The outfit left most of her back and sides exposed, showing just a wall of the unicorn supermodel's natural pink color that was almost impossible to look away from.

As Fleur began to return to the curtain, another mare stepped out.

Another unicorn mare, light gray in color, stepped out in a poofy, overflowing midnight-blue dress with glittering sparkles clearly meant for an event like the Grand Galloping Gala. Her areolae were covered from below with triangular cups, but plenty was left uncovered. But below the waist, there was simply an indulgent amount of fabric poofing around her legs, with just barely enough of a gap in front for the mare to take her next steps, the rest nearly overflowing off the runway.

Fleur and the new mare got ready to pass each other, and for a moment it seemed like their enormous assets would bump into each other, as there wasn't enough width on the runway for the both of them. But they both twirled outward as they passed, making one full revolution that looked natural and rehearsed as they passed each other without bumping. The new mare had to pick up her dress to make sure it didn't entangle her legs, but she quickly dropped it back into place and kept walking.

As she reached the end and walked back, out came another new mare, in an entirely different outfit. This one had her mane styled in a punk-like mohawk, and she wore a single-strap purple dress that covered up most of her right breast but only barely covered the left. She wore a short buckled belt around one of her upper arms, and she wore fishnet stocking beneath the dress that were also held up with a buckled collar at the thighs and a spiked collar at her ankles.

There was a theme emerging as these big, busty, hourglass-shaped mares passed by each other, and it seemed to be: No matter what walk of life you're from, you can always let your 'beauty' shine.

My theory was confirmed by the next mare, who was wearing an outfit that combined some very stretched-out denim overalls with a red-and-black flannel shirt, and big brown boots with ostentatious golden laces. The overalls hugged the earth pony mare's big, wobbly ass nicely.

I was squirming a bit in my seat at this point. I'd been in this dramatically unusual version of Equestria for almost a month, and until this whole Normal thing got out of hand, not a single mare I'd ever witnessed intentionally drew attention to their assets.

But here was a parade of mares at the upper end of endowments that I'd ever seen, wearing outfits that demanded that their generous T&A be appreciated for what they were without being crass about it. And boy was I appreciating.

I leaned over to Hoity without taking my eyes off the stage. "How many...?"

"About twenty-five," Hoity Toity replied quietly, then shushed me. I slid back in my chair. 25 outfits? 25 mares? Ohhh boy. I braced myself for the onslaught of big-boobed fashion:

A short green qipao-type dress with the biggest diamond-shaped cleavage window I'd ever seen.

A very bold outfit that was only the lower half of a navy-blue dress and a black sports-bra-like top, leaving the earth pony mare's powerful abs exposed.

An enormous black-and-green kimono that left the center cleavage absolutely uncovered.

A white dress with a deep, deep v-neck due to the mare's size, with a blue sash draped across it.

A thin-strapped yellow dress with a buckle around the waist, paired with long white stockings.

Another deep-blue dress that was narrow like a loincloth in the front and draped like a cape in the back, leaving the mare's cutie marks half-exposed.

The tenth: A black hoodie, a black skirt, and white-and-pink striped stockings.

A shoulderless yellow dress with a white skirt.

A pink dress with broad slings covering each breast and layered petals of fabric covering her legs.

A gray tank-top, khakis, and a heavy jacket worn around the shoulders without using the sleeves. ("Finally," Spitfire whispered, "something I would actually wear.")

Something like a shrine maiden's outfit – white kimono top with red pants and sandals.

A dark purple business blazer that was open and relaxed in the front, complete with no-nonsense slacks and high heels.

A yellow and pink dress with feathers sticking out beneath the shoulder straps.

A pale blue-green shoulderless dress with circles strategically cut at the hips to show off the mare's cutie marks and upper thighs.

A black dress accentuated by gold jewelry and embroidery that left the mare's underboob entirely exposed.

A simple teal single-strap dress with a blue sash trailing behind her shoulder like a cape.

The twentieth: A dress that had both straps and arm loops, black on the sides and red in the center.

A shoulderless blue dress with a black faux-fur cloak with white trim draped around her shoulder and down at one hip.

A puffy white blouse, black vest, and black slacks with gold trim.

A sparkling red backless evening dress.

Then there was a pause in the chain of mares, until the last mare in her dress walked out. A few moments later, Fleur Dis Lee strode out of the curtain in her floral petal dress once again.

"Ah, 23 then," Hoity murmured.

I leaned forward and sighed. Any small mercy I could take. My heart was pounding and my pants were tightening. Hoity Toity held out a handkerchief in front of my face, which I took and wiped off the sweat from my forehead and cheeks. (The thought that I was literally 'sweating towel guy dot jay-peg' right now was not lost on me.)

Fleur and a procession of all the precious mares took places along the entire length of the runway, with Fleur at the front and two lines behind her facing outward. The runway was filled all the way to the curtain at the back, and what was more... the mares had to stand closely together to fit. This meant their big, heavy, juicy, fancy-clothes-covered breasts were all squeezed together, rubbing together as they faced the crowd. Not one of them looked embarrassed – this was clearly part of the plan.

Then all together, as a singular wall of jutting, globular multicolored breasts, they took a bow. Showing off their plunging cleavage to the crowd in every direction. Without a hint of shame or hesitation. The background music crescendoed.

The mares stood back up and walked off the runway two-by-two, until they were all gone. The music faded, and the stage lights over the front of the runway dimmed. The gathered ponies started to quietly chatter.

Finally, one last mare stepped out from behind the curtain. Not a model, but a short, older, heavyset unicorn mare with an even more exaggerated hourglass figure, and a chubby belly to boot. Wearing thick glasses and a heavy apron. She smiled sheepishly at the crowd of fancy ponies, gave us all a finger-waggling wave, and ducked back behind the curtain with an excited giggle.

The crowd broke into medium applause, and the lights came back up.

Hoity Toity let out a breath he'd been holding and started fanning himself as talk broke out all around us. "No flops, no wardrobe malfunctions... Beauty in Bloom's thin strand of credibility was not broken. That was about as good as we could have ever prayed for."

There was a 'pop' as Sapphire Shores' lips pulled away from Derpy's nipple. "Mmm, a show and a snack. You really know how to spice up an event, little filly!"

Derpy's head was rolled back, limp in Sapphire's arms. No doubt stunned at what she'd just gotten away with. And dazed from a few boobgasms at that. "Haahhh... Y... You're... welcome...!"

I stood up, continuing to applaud with Hoity, the other girls, and the rest of the crowd. I leaned in towards Hoity and said, "What now?"

"Now the interviews," Hoity replied, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I've going to do my part to push this as far as it will go."

I looked out over the crowd. "What do you think? Will it stick?"

"It's already going better than expected, but will it trend...?" Hoity was silent for a few moments. "Forces far more powerful than you and I have tried to shape the direction of fashion and pop culture. Sometimes they've succeeded, but the truth is that there are no absolutes. It all depends on the ponies you see before you."

I frowned and looked across the way at the opposite bleachers. I spotted Rarity again. She just seemed to be staring at the stage, her mouth frozen open, her hand paused on its way up to cover it. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Well, I suppose I should get down there," Hoity mused, closing his fan and looking at me through the side of his sunglasses. "I'll be at this a while, but if you're free later, I've been dying to spend some quality time with you, Mr. Pascal... Maybe introduce you to my 'sister' again?"

I gulped and clenched my fists just remembering that sudden moment of genderbent Hoity Toity walking into the room. Temptation sang into my ears. But it wasn't meant to be. Tonight was another therapy session for Celestia. "...I've got a very important appointment tonight, sorry."

Hoity nodded sadly. "Well, I'll be making the rounds in Canterlot the rest of the week. Hopefully our shoulders should bump together another time. It was a delight as always, Mr. Pascal!" He scooted past us and made his way down to the floor of the event hall, where he was immediately mobbed by reporters demanding his opinion of what they'd just witnessed.

Trixie, Spitfire, and Moondancer stared at him as he left, then back at me. Trixie was especially surprised. "He really does have a thing for you, doesn't he...?"

I still wasn't sure how to feel about that. "Let's... get going."

"Aww, really?" Derpy whined. "I wanted to stick around and talk with everypony a bit longer!"

I nodded tiredly. "You go ahead then. I'm just... overstimulated as fuck. I'll be out front."

Alone, I made my way outside the convention center while the rest of the girls chatted inside. The city was bathed in the golden light of sunset once again. It was nice to be out of the densest part of the crowd, though it was still busy.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. A total of 46 ginormous titties strutting about in fancy custom outfits for all of Canterlot to see. What had I done? How would this change things?

"Pascal, wait!"

Turning around, I spotted Rarity jogging towards me, holding onto her giant fancy hat. I frowned and lowered my gaze from her still-wobbling bosom. "Hey, Rarity..."

The fashionista caught her breath for a few seconds before speaking. "Pascal. I... I just wanted to say... I may owe you an apology." She glanced back at the entrance to the convention center. "I'm not sure what I was expecting out of that, but I imagined more... swimsuits and latex and belly-dancers. That was none of those things."

I shrugged, still keeping my head down. "My initial idea was crap; even Hoity said so. It was Fleur who ran with it and turned it into that. So she should get the credit."

"Even so..." Rarity continued, folding her arms, "I happen to know that you could have swooped in and exerted more 'influence' over proceedings at any time. So I credit you for your restraint."

I finally found the courage to look up into her eyes. "Well... as a wise stallion just told me, more powerful forces than I have tried to shape the trends of fashion. I figured it was better to leave well enough alone."

Rarity nodded sagely. There was a bit of a blush rising on her cheeks, I noticed. "Truth be told... I... I rather enjoyed that, deep down on some level..." Her eyes glanced down to her own titanic bust, matched only by Applejack and eclipsed only by Fluttershy, Luna, and Celestia in that order. "I've... privately championed fashions for busty mares, being one myself... and my friends being rather... well-endowed as well..." Her face was really turning red now! "Seeing all those mares, wearing all those different kinds of clothes... may have... awakened something in me..."

Oh no. Another libido sparked. Another fetish unlocked. I really was a corrupting influence, wasn't I?

"And, well, overall, I'm grappling with some complex feelings at the moment," Rarity admitted, tipping her hat forward to shield her eyes. "I was wondering if you... had room in your therapy schedule?"

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that, but I certainly knew what I was imagining with those words. Which meant I was immediately disqualified. I'd made a promise to Rarity regarding her chastity, after all. "...I-I can't," I stammered out, holding up my hands. "I just don't think I could be p-professional with you, Rarity. There's a... conflict of interest there."

The fashionista and Element of Generosity somehow blushed even deeper, and wrung her hands beneath the shadow of her bust. "Well... then..."

"Miss Rarity!!" An earth pony mare with a tie and vest holding a notebook ran up to Rarity excitedly. "As an up-and-coming designer with stores in Ponyville, Canterlot, and rumors say soon in Manehattan, what do you have to say about the Beauty and Bloom fashion show??"

Naturally, Rarity was caught a little off-guard. "Um... well..." She looked back at me, chuckling nervously. "I suppose I should do my part, haha..."

I gave her a smile and a gentle forgiving wave. "Be honest, Rarity."

"Well, that's just it..." Rarity muttered, turning back to the eagerly waiting reporter. She cleared her throat and declared, "I feel vindicated! For practically my whole life, it's been taboo to say that one should be proud of and enjoy the size of one's natural body, but I've known countless ponies who've found that attitude completely stifling! Beauty in Bloom proves the concept that fashion is not just the domain of the reasonably sized, but–"

I stepped back a few paces and let Rarity run her mouth to the reporter in peace. It was good that she thought positively of the whole shebang, at least. Maybe big-bust fashion would take off in a few years. ...And then maybe the pendulum would swing back, but who knew? Culture be weird like that.

Speaking of mares with huge tits who felt stifled... I looked up at the royal palace near the top of the mountain. The setting sun cast a long shadow over the city of Canterlot. There was a spark near one of the towers, presumably where Celestia was using her magic to push the sun down past the horizon, and another where Luna was raising the moon. It was a purely and deeply mystical sight that contrasted so hard with all the natural, barely hidden sexuality around me.

There wasn't much time left for goofing around. I had to go back to the castle and face Celestia's emotional baggage once more. I had to face the music for being reckless in a major way in her castle. I had to face everyone else's pressure to fix her and get her back to happy, working order as soon as possible.

More presently, I had to ask one of the girls if they'd be up for a quick fuck on the way back to the castle. I just wasn't going to be able to tackle this with my head on straight otherwise.