Reclining beneath a parasol on the shore-side of Sapphire Shoals, Anon smiled and sighed. Ever since Celestia had retired, his life had been a dream come true - sure, it hadn’t been bad beforehand, acting as her assistant for her day to day affairs, but now his only concerns were avoiding sunburn, figuring out what he’d make for dinner each night, and keeping an eye on the big, lovable ex-Princess. Just as he started musing what he was going to eat later, a suitcase came sailing out of nowhere and landed on his lap.
He bolted upright, shaken from his reverie by the near-miss to his family jewels, and turned. “Who the hell threw -”
“I already packed for you, Anon!” Celestia loudly declared, jogging over while waving in his direction.
In spite of being a veritable titan, pushing nine feet tall and with curves that could and on at least one instance had caused a domestic dispute, the alicorn was a maternal goddess made manifest. Clad in a golden two-piece bikini which pinched the soft meat of her ample hips and clung to her heaving, utterly gargantuan bosom, she beamed over at him. The modesty she’d had while on the throne was, like her previous position, a thing of the past - replaced by a carefree nonchalance that turned heads nearly everywhere she went.
Lifting his shades and peering up at her, past her mountainous chest and to her face, Anon frowned. “Packed for what?”
“Our trip back to Canterlot, silly!” she giggled, leaning in and offering her hand.
He sat motionless and stared at her as he attempted to figure out what in the hell she was talking about. So far as he could tell, she hadn’t mentioned an excursion back to the capital - plus it wasn’t like either of them were dressed for anything other than lounging on the beach. Lifting and setting the suitcase off himself, he turned and got to his feet.
“Lemme guess,” he began while brushing himself off, “you wanted to give Twilight a surprise visit?”
Shaking her head and clutching her hands before her chest, appearing positively giddy about something, she smiled all the broader. “Not this time! Luna said that I can finally do it!”
“Do what…?” he pressed, squinting and locking eyes with her.
“It’s been six months, so I can finally come out of retirement!” she announced, hopping in place and straining her poor bikini to the breaking point.
As he lifted a finger to ask her what six months had to do with anything, a terrifying memory came sailing back to him. Unlike himself, who was content to while away his days doing as little as possible, Celestia was actually a bit crestfallen about leaving her position. While the first month or so hadn’t been that bad for her, giving her time to explore the beach, take up snorkeling, and even try her hand at treasure hunting, the ennui of not being employed gradually took a toll on her. Luna had forbid her from getting a job initially, citing some ancient Equestrian law about Princesses having a mandatory sabbatical after abdication, but it appeared that time was at an end.
“Celestia, I - Fuck!” he yelped as he was sorcerously plucked from the warm sand and cast over her shoulder.
Merrily humming to herself, she levitated his luggage to her hand, turned, and trotted off while carrying him like a sack of potatoes. “This is going to be so much fun, Anon! There are so many things I want to try, so many things I want to do, and you’ll be right there with me the whole time!”
The whole time - the words echoed in his head and caused a cold pit to form in his stomach. Any other noble who was insane enough to forgo retirement would have likely taken a position fitting for their title, like becoming a lecturer at a prestigious university or acting as a dignitary for foreign affairs, but that was the problem - Celestia wasn’t just any other noble. Maybe it was due to the millennia of presiding over a peaceful empire, or perhaps she’d always been a bit eccentric - in either case, her passions weren’t typical of nobility. She didn’t want an illustrious career, nor did she have any interest in administrative affairs of any kind - no, she wanted to get her hands dirty with the ponies she cherished so dearly.
“Please tell me you’re going to change first,” he groaned, peering down and watching as her modest bikini bottom disappeared into the cleft of her colossal ass and transformed into a thong.
The better part of two years in her company had rendered him mostly immune to her deadly curves and stunning beauty, although the same couldn’t be said for the public at large. He’d seen wives stare daggers at their husbands after looking a bit too hard at her, and he’d watched the reverse happen on a number of occasions, so it was in everypony’s best interest that she dress as conservatively as possible while out and about. Would that prevent lustful glances and tented pants in her wake? Of course it wouldn’t, but it was sure as shit better than letting her traipse about in a two-piece!
She slowed and peeked back at him. “Should I?”
“Yes,” he emphatically replied. “Retired or not, you should look professional if you’re going to be applying at places in person…”
Setting him down, she patted his head and tousled his hair. “And that is why I keep you around, Anon! You’re just so practical!”
“Uh-huh,” he grumbled, snatching the suitcase from her hand. “Would’ve been nice if -”
“Rarity!” Celestia blurted, straightening and slamming one fist into her open palm. “She’s just the mare I need right now!”
Seeing her horn start to glow and hearing the all too familiar hum of magic fill the air, he threw a hand upward. “Wait, don’t -”
With a blinding flash and pop of displaced air, the beach and the promise of a restful day were gone. His mind raced and his anxiety spiked harder than it had when she’d had a wardrobe malfunction at a seaside bar two months ago, but there was nothing he could do. If she wanted to join the working class, there wasn’t a thing on the planet that was going to stop her - not just because she was one of the largest and most powerful beings in all of existence, but because it was going to be damn hard to turn down a one of, if not the sweetest mares in Equestria…