>Today was the day.
>Your heart was pounding in your chest as you walked to your destination, worried something may go wrong.
>What if you mess up the delivery?
>What if you end up in the wrong room?
>What if she says no?
>As these thoughts all swam through your head, you walked face-first into two spearheads (not pointed at you, of course), blocking your path to the place you needed to be.
>"Halt. State your business with Princess Luna."
"I-I-I uh..."
>The guards stared sternly at you, never once letting their spears down.
>Calm down and tell them what you're here for.
>You take a deep breath and clear your thoughts.
"I am going to ask Princess Luna to go to the Grand Galloping Gala with me."
>The guards still don't look happy, their skeptical eyes scanning you from head to toe.
>However, it seems they trusted you enough, because they lowered their spears to the door.
>Your hand gets shaky as it reaches for the doorknob, the sound of it turning forming butterflies in your stomach.
>The door responds to your movements with a loud creak, and you're greeted with the sight of Luna's chambers.
>The princess herself is sitting on her bed, and was reading a scroll until she heard your rather noisy entrance.
>"Anonymous?"
"H-hi, Luna."
>The moon princess closes her scroll to look at you.
>"Was there something you needed?"
"A-actually, y-yeah. I uh, wanted to a-ask you something."
>She doesn't respond, opting to listen to your request instead.
>That made things even more tense.
>Remember, Anon.
>Deep breath.
>Calm your nerves.
>Look her in the eyes.
"Luna...would you..."
>She leans towards you in anticipation.
"Would you...go the Grand Galloping Gala with me?"
>There's a tense silence for a moment as the moonhorse processes the question.
>Her face contorts to a thoughtful scowl.
>"The Grand Galloping Gala?"
"Yes."
>She puts a hoof to her chin.
>"I never planned on attending the Gala," her response makes your heart sink as you lose all ho-, "But I suppose since I was asked, I could attend."
>Your heart skips a beat.
>She...
>She said yes.
>This was turning out to be better than you thought it'd be.
>"I suppose I'll have to have a dress made special for the Gala."
>You had a tux all ready and everything.
>But you could excuse her, she had no plans on attending, after all.
>"I will have it arranged right away. You are free to do as you please, Anonymous."
>You walked right out of that room and almost fainted.
 
>The night before the Gala, you had received a note from Luna asking you to visit her in her chambers.
>For what, you weren't sure.
>She didn't really specify.
>So here you were, once again going to Luna's room, except a lot calmer this time.
>The guards, knowing Luna requested your presence, let you through without question.
>As you enter her room, you see moonhorse nowhere.
>"Anonymous, you've arrived."
>You definitely heard her, though.
>Looking around a bit more, you find the princess hidden behind a dressing screen adorned with a moon.
>"I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you here."
"Kinda, yeah."
>"No formalities. I like that."
>You can see her silhouette moving about behind the screen.
>"Regardless, I brought you here tonight so that I could receive an opinion on my Gala dress."
"You want my opinion? Luna, I think you're going to look good in it no matter what."
>"The flattery is appreciated, Anonymous, but I do need an honest opinion on it."
>The princess emerges from the curtain, wearing a deep blue dress, a black band fastened around her torso and held together at her neck with a black crescent pin.
>Her ears are adorned with earrings, also black crescents with small gems accompanying them.
>Black slippers with an ornate design are put on her hooves.
>She was beautiful.
>She walks closer to you so as to give you a better view.
>"Remember, Anonymous, I value a completely honest opinion."
"It's..."
>You can't find the words to describe how good she looks right now.
>Her ears are perked as you try to find words.
"It's fantastic, Luna. You're as pretty as I thought you'd be."
>Though her stoic expression remains, a sudden flush of red washes over her cheeks.
>"There is...one...thing I have an issue with."
"What is it?"
>She avoids eye contact, her face scrunched and huffy.
>"It's..."
>She lets out an irate breath, turning around.
>"I feel this dress makes my...my hindquarters look big..."
>The princess allows you to gaze upon perfection, waiting for you to say something.
>You can't exactly say anything, though, because you're mesmerized by just how fucking large her ass looks in this dress.
>One full moon wouldn't be enough to describe its size.
>No, this was TWO full moons, put together by a god to create perfection.
>The shape.
>The size.
>The symmetry.
>Her ass was one to rival the sun.
>And her sister's sun.
>Yes, behind that blue drape was something no mere mortal could fully appreciate until now, what with this dress really bringing it out.
>If you could just touch i-
>"Anonymous?"
>You're brought back into the real world.
>"Anonymous, you've been very silent for the past minute. Is something the matter?"
"Uh no, no, of course not."
>"Well, I am still waiting on that answer. Does this dress make my posterior appear large?"
"Nuh-no. No. Not at all. In fact, I think this dress is perfect."
>"Really?"
>She walks over to a mirror and turns around, looking at her ass.
>She wiggles it around a little, so as to simulate walking.
>It only makes your dick harder.
>"Hm..."
>She ponders, staring into her perfect glutes.
>"Are you certain? This makes my rump look rather...large."
"Luna, would I lie to you?"
>For sex appeal? Yes.
>"I...I'm still not certain."
>She observes her bottom for a little while longer.
>"I feel as though it's just gotten larger."
"Y'know what I feel, Luna?"
>You walk over to the mirror yourself.
"I feel like it's just the mirror. After all, wouldn't you say it makes your entire body look a little bigger?"
>The moon princess turns to her side and observes herself, while also comparing you in the mirror with you next to her.
>She squints, then nods.
>"I think you are right, Anonymous. I will have to get a replacement mirror."
>Luna walks away from the mirror to write a note for a new one.
>When she finishes, she turns to you.
>"So you are certain this does not accentuate my foal-bearing hips too much?"
>Why was she trying to make your dick harder?
"No, Luna. You look fine. Your butt's the same size as normal."
>It was hard to say that with a straight face.
>Or a soft dick.
>She gave herself one last look.
>"I suppose if you say so. Thank you, Anonymous."
>You were really glad she's failed to notice your raging hard on.
>"That being the case, I shall wear this to the Gala tomorrow. Whether you wish to meet me here or at the dance is your choice."
"I'll make it a surprise."
>She gave you a sly grin.
>"I expected nothing less."
>Luna went back behind her dressing curtain as you hobbled out of the room, wondering how you were going to hide this boner all night tomorrow.
 
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