Fitting the Sun

>You are Anon, and the summer season is in full swing.
>Everyone, young and old alike, flocked to the beaches in droves, eager to splash about and relieve themselves of the staggeringly brutal heat.
>The pegasi who managed the weather had stated that it would be one of the hottest summers in recent times, possibly clocking in record high temperatures for Equestria.
>And clock in they did. With an average high of 94 degrees on any given day, ponies everywhere resolved to make time whenever possible for some coastal relaxation, complete with a sea breeze and beach shenanigans.
>Despite the heat, however, the princesses stuck to their guns and carried out their usual duties, forgoing the summer festivities in order to keep the day and night courts going.
>You worked as Celestia’s personal advisor, so that would normally have meant no days off for you, either.
>However, throughout the three years that you had been in Equestria, you and she had slowly become closer, currently peaking at the point of openly being in a relationship with the resplendent ruler.
>You went nearly everywhere with her, working as her advisor while relishing every second spent in her graceful presence, loving her the entire time.
>As such, you “advised” her to take some time off and relax; after all, she really had been working herself to death for the past couple of months.
>At first, your suggestions were met with polite denial. She was a ruler of Equestria, she’d say, and her breaks only truly began when the sun set in the glow of the amber sky.
>However, as the dead heat of the summer finally began to set in, your suggestion began to sound more and more appealing to her.
>It finally culminated when she and her sister formally closed the courts for the weekend, stating that the unforgiving heat wave was reason enough to call for a few days off.
>It might have been a bit irresponsible for you to suggest halting all royal business, but she really did deserve to rest.
>Besides, when else would you have gotten a chance to take a pseudo-vacation with her?
>When the princesses came together to decide what to do in their short time off, a unanimous answer rang out from all four royals: the beach.
>So here you were a day later, accompanying your marefriend at the changing rooms while she tried on a bathing suit that she had bought.
>Ponies didn’t typically wear bathing suits, but upon hearing that it was tradition back on Earth, Celestia jumped at the opportunity to try it at least once.
>“Sunshine, could you come here for a bit?”
>Hearing her hesitant-sounding voice ring out over the changing room door, you walk over to the adjacent wall and lean on it, offering a response back.
“You okay in there?”
>You hear her fidget with the bathing suit for a second before the door opens a crack, revealing her luminous face, amethyst eyes casting a gaze of concern your way.
>“I love the way it looks, dear, but there’s just one tiny problem,” she whispers, not wanting to be overheard.
>You ponder what the problem could be for a fraction of a second before you cut your imagination off.
“How so?”
>She looks away sheepishly for a second, a nervous smile creeping onto her expression, before returning her gaze to you.
>It’s so easy to forget that she’s just a normal mare underneath her royal exterior. Moments of innocence like this remind you of the reason why you slowly fell in love with her in the first place.
>“Maybe it’s best that I show you.”
>She motions to follow her into the changing room, and you oblige, ready to assuage whatever insecurity or uncertainty might be troubling her.
>Stepping into the cramped (by human standards) room, you shut the door behind you and turn your gaze to your mare, certain that there’s nothing wrong.
>And there isn’t. It’s a one-piece bathing suit with tasteful floral print that matches her mane, made by Rarity for the occasion. It really brings out her eyes, as well, which were trained on you the entire time you inspected her.
>Nothing appears out of the ordinary.
“And here I was thinking that there was no way you could get any more alluring.”
>Your gaze passes over the entirety of her voluptuous body one more time as you continue your thoughts.
“I’m not sure there’s anything-”
>And then you see it.
>The bathing suit is mostly well-fitted to her, not too tight and not too roomy.
>However, it’s quite tight around her rump, and it accentuates her curves perfectly.
>It’s practically skin tight, and a bit of her cutie mark is showing, her prime flank on clear display.
>Unf.
>“See what I mean?” she asks, looking back at herself. “I do adore the design, but I’m not entirely sure this is… suitable for public wear.”
>You break yourself out of the ass-enabled trance, re-engaging your brain and putting aside your carnal desires.
>For now, at least.
“Yeah, I see what you mean, hon. You still look absolutely fantastic, but you don’t have to wear it if it’s not something you’re comfortable with.”
>You give her an impish grin.
“We should keep it for private use, though.”
>She visibly flusters, bringing a wing up to her face in an attempt to cover her blushing grin.
>“Anon!” she whisper-yells in a mockingly disapproving voice.
>She can only keep the jig up for a few seconds before she has a giggle fit, lowering her wing and revealing her radiant expression once more as her laughing slowly ceases.
>She brings your hand up to her lips with her magic and kisses it, rubbing it along her cheek afterward as she gives you a sultry gaze.
>“...deal.”
>She lets go of your hand and procures a happy-go-lucky expression, beaming at you with a figurative incandescence.
>“Let me get changed out of this and we can go swim together, alright, sunshine?”
>You can’t help but smile yourself as you ruffle her hair a bit, prompting a throaty chuckle from your light in the dawn.
“Sounds good to me.”