You settled back into the warm embrace of the twin mountains beside you. A barrage of thoughts ran through your head. Princess? Your situation had just gotten worse by magnitudes. Of course, it wouldn't make much difference what position the gigantic creature held. If she found you, you were at her mercy no matter what. But her being a monarch... stifled your hopes of being received warmly, should she find you. After all, nobles of any kind were notorious for being proud, rich, and easily insulted. And your current location probably violated multiple laws of etiquette.
Which meant that moving right now was probably the worst idea you could have. No, better to wait until the giantess rested once more. Then, when she was asleep, you could safely escape... hopefully. Spending the day in her cleavage would hopefully let you rest enough to regain your strength. Maybe then you could finally fight through the tons of flesh resting on you.
The sound of footfalls grew steadily louder as more and more people entered the room. Even though you could barely see through the fabric sealing you in, you realized that this 'Daycourt' had to be pretty popular. Soon, countless shadows danced across the fabric, each one belonging to one of the many petitioners, seeking the princess. From your angle, it looked as if you were looking down upon them. Either this princess was especially tall, even for her own species... or her seat was elevated.
You heard the rustle of paper (or was it parchment?) nearby, and Miss Inkwell cleared her throat.
"The first noble received by her royal highness, Princess Celestia, will be... one Sapphire Ridge! Please, step forward!"
One of the many shadows came closer, bowing before the gargantuan princess.
"Thank you so much for receiving me! I've come with a petition." You cringed slightly as you heard the nasal voice. Something was oddly familiar about it... you almost felt as if confronted by a snooty customer demanding a refund.
"As you know, my mining operation has long since supplied Canterlot with the most beautiful gems in all of Equestria. Now, we have discovered a very promising location, near the city of Manehattan, but..." the owner of the unpleasant voice sighed with annoyance, "the mayor has been rather difficult. I've tried every amenable solution, yet she still refuses. So therefore, I petition you, Princess Celestia, to settle this dispute! My business cannot run smoothly, if at every step bureaucracy gets in the way."
You tuned out for the rest of her diatribe, fed up with the self righteous tone she was taking. But the response the princess would give was much more interesting to you. She was utterly still, breathing calmly. Every so often, she nodded her head, affirming that she was listening.
You knew from the quick conversation before that she was used to talking with these nobles, but you were still amazed at her patience. You had expected her to quickly shut down this noble, to remind them of her position. Wasn't that what a princess would do?
"We hear your petitioned," the princess responded after the noble had finally finished her rant. Her voice was just as melodious as before, though not lacking in firmness and determination.
"Yet, we cannot allow you to mine in your preferred area. The mayor of Manehattan is in the right. She is the authority over the usage of land within her city, therefore, if you have no proof that she is misusing her power, you have no case. However, there are large deposits of gems much more easily accessible. I'm sure your operation will see no decline."
"Those mines are plagued with those gem gobbling mutts!" The noble answered with a sneer, "Do you really expect us to..."
"My word is final." As she spoke those words, a power suddenly radiated from the princess... and you knew in your bones that her words carried absolute authority. As did the noble.
"Of course, your highness," she squeaked. "We will find another place to mine, and will not bother the mayor anymore."
The shadow of the noble bowed repeatedly, as she backed away.
You were in awe. This giantess seemed kind and gracious... but held an iron hand on her rule, it seemed. How quickly she shut down the argumentative petitioner made you shiver.
The day dragged on. Noble after noble appeared before the princess. Most of their requests were pointless and quickly dismissed. Some sought retribution for perceived wrongs they had suffered. Some, just as the first, tried to get the princess to sign of on some ludicrously dangerous business idea. Only a few had legitimate concerns, and you could positively feel the princess' smile widening when one of them came forward. To the rest of the room, she probably seemed just as neutral as before, but the way her breathing changed and her body relaxed, you could tell that she was enjoying solving those problems.
Still, most of the politics didn't make sense to you, leading you to just lay back, letting yourself be hugged between the giantess' enormous breasts. It wasn't so bad, as long as she wasn't moving. Like two massive pillows, her bosom flowed around you, making you feel as if lying on a cloud. Your eyelids became heavy... and soon, you were fading in and out of sleep.
"And with that, the Daycourt is dismissed. Every pony that hasn't yet had the chance to petition the princess, please leave your name with the receptionists. You will be received tomorrow."
Miss Inkwell's voice shook you awake. The collected nobles groaned, clearly annoyed that they hadn't gotten a chance to bring their requests forward. None of them argued it, though. Instead, the shuffle of countless feet made the last flakes of sleep fall of you, and you were wide awake once more. Your strength had returned and your muscles weren't aching as much anymore.
The princess let out a sigh once the last nobles disappeared through the throne room's doors.
"Finally," she murmured.
"Today was... difficult, wasn't it?" you heard Miss Inkwell ask, tentatively. "Usually, they are a bit more restrained."
"It's fine. I've had a few hundred years of practice dealing with them." She sighed again. "I just hope they aren't bothering Luna too much. She has yet to adjust to these times... and I'm afraid she is going to explode if they come to her like that."
Miss Inkwell winced slightly. "I'm afraid... that may have already happened. At least, the Nightcourt's document show her threatening to 'send all of you to the moon, should I be bothered with one more inane petition.'"
Your world shifted, as the princess leaned forward, rubbing her face.
"Then I guess I should talk with her..."
"Uhm, if you don't mind..." Miss Inkwell stammered, "I think there is a bit more on your plate, still, princess." With another rustle, she pulled out what you recognized like a scroll. "The Gala is tonight... I think you should get ready. The courts tailors have made a selection of dresses for you to try, and it would be a shame should their work go to waste."
A deep sigh escape your gargantuan captor. For a moment, she was quiet, thinking about what she should do...
Which meant that moving right now was probably the worst idea you could have. No, better to wait until the giantess rested once more. Then, when she was asleep, you could safely escape... hopefully. Spending the day in her cleavage would hopefully let you rest enough to regain your strength. Maybe then you could finally fight through the tons of flesh resting on you.
The sound of footfalls grew steadily louder as more and more people entered the room. Even though you could barely see through the fabric sealing you in, you realized that this 'Daycourt' had to be pretty popular. Soon, countless shadows danced across the fabric, each one belonging to one of the many petitioners, seeking the princess. From your angle, it looked as if you were looking down upon them. Either this princess was especially tall, even for her own species... or her seat was elevated.
You heard the rustle of paper (or was it parchment?) nearby, and Miss Inkwell cleared her throat.
"The first noble received by her royal highness, Princess Celestia, will be... one Sapphire Ridge! Please, step forward!"
One of the many shadows came closer, bowing before the gargantuan princess.
"Thank you so much for receiving me! I've come with a petition." You cringed slightly as you heard the nasal voice. Something was oddly familiar about it... you almost felt as if confronted by a snooty customer demanding a refund.
"As you know, my mining operation has long since supplied Canterlot with the most beautiful gems in all of Equestria. Now, we have discovered a very promising location, near the city of Manehattan, but..." the owner of the unpleasant voice sighed with annoyance, "the mayor has been rather difficult. I've tried every amenable solution, yet she still refuses. So therefore, I petition you, Princess Celestia, to settle this dispute! My business cannot run smoothly, if at every step bureaucracy gets in the way."
You tuned out for the rest of her diatribe, fed up with the self righteous tone she was taking. But the response the princess would give was much more interesting to you. She was utterly still, breathing calmly. Every so often, she nodded her head, affirming that she was listening.
You knew from the quick conversation before that she was used to talking with these nobles, but you were still amazed at her patience. You had expected her to quickly shut down this noble, to remind them of her position. Wasn't that what a princess would do?
"We hear your petitioned," the princess responded after the noble had finally finished her rant. Her voice was just as melodious as before, though not lacking in firmness and determination.
"Yet, we cannot allow you to mine in your preferred area. The mayor of Manehattan is in the right. She is the authority over the usage of land within her city, therefore, if you have no proof that she is misusing her power, you have no case. However, there are large deposits of gems much more easily accessible. I'm sure your operation will see no decline."
"Those mines are plagued with those gem gobbling mutts!" The noble answered with a sneer, "Do you really expect us to..."
"My word is final." As she spoke those words, a power suddenly radiated from the princess... and you knew in your bones that her words carried absolute authority. As did the noble.
"Of course, your highness," she squeaked. "We will find another place to mine, and will not bother the mayor anymore."
The shadow of the noble bowed repeatedly, as she backed away.
You were in awe. This giantess seemed kind and gracious... but held an iron hand on her rule, it seemed. How quickly she shut down the argumentative petitioner made you shiver.
The day dragged on. Noble after noble appeared before the princess. Most of their requests were pointless and quickly dismissed. Some sought retribution for perceived wrongs they had suffered. Some, just as the first, tried to get the princess to sign of on some ludicrously dangerous business idea. Only a few had legitimate concerns, and you could positively feel the princess' smile widening when one of them came forward. To the rest of the room, she probably seemed just as neutral as before, but the way her breathing changed and her body relaxed, you could tell that she was enjoying solving those problems.
Still, most of the politics didn't make sense to you, leading you to just lay back, letting yourself be hugged between the giantess' enormous breasts. It wasn't so bad, as long as she wasn't moving. Like two massive pillows, her bosom flowed around you, making you feel as if lying on a cloud. Your eyelids became heavy... and soon, you were fading in and out of sleep.
"And with that, the Daycourt is dismissed. Every pony that hasn't yet had the chance to petition the princess, please leave your name with the receptionists. You will be received tomorrow."
Miss Inkwell's voice shook you awake. The collected nobles groaned, clearly annoyed that they hadn't gotten a chance to bring their requests forward. None of them argued it, though. Instead, the shuffle of countless feet made the last flakes of sleep fall of you, and you were wide awake once more. Your strength had returned and your muscles weren't aching as much anymore.
The princess let out a sigh once the last nobles disappeared through the throne room's doors.
"Finally," she murmured.
"Today was... difficult, wasn't it?" you heard Miss Inkwell ask, tentatively. "Usually, they are a bit more restrained."
"It's fine. I've had a few hundred years of practice dealing with them." She sighed again. "I just hope they aren't bothering Luna too much. She has yet to adjust to these times... and I'm afraid she is going to explode if they come to her like that."
Miss Inkwell winced slightly. "I'm afraid... that may have already happened. At least, the Nightcourt's document show her threatening to 'send all of you to the moon, should I be bothered with one more inane petition.'"
Your world shifted, as the princess leaned forward, rubbing her face.
"Then I guess I should talk with her..."
"Uhm, if you don't mind..." Miss Inkwell stammered, "I think there is a bit more on your plate, still, princess." With another rustle, she pulled out what you recognized like a scroll. "The Gala is tonight... I think you should get ready. The courts tailors have made a selection of dresses for you to try, and it would be a shame should their work go to waste."
A deep sigh escape your gargantuan captor. For a moment, she was quiet, thinking about what she should do...
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June 2, 2023
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