Princess Luna spread her arms out wide, she looked like a midnight blue cross with two large spheres attached in the center. Three seamstresses, of varying color, bustled about the night princess as they finished up the final touches upon her costume.
 
“Take a deep breath Princess Luna,” One of the orange unicorns said. Princess Luna listened and took a deep breath, this raised her breasts up slightly. Two of the seamstresses hurried about her, pushing the grey blue cloak against the princess’ body. After a moment she released the air with a deep sigh. She could feel the cloak hugging her enormous breasts, the buttons straining to hold together, yet this tightness acted as a support, similar to a bra. The seamstresses looked over Princess Luna, their work and with one final nod, silently agreed that she was stage ready. Princess Luna gave a curt bow, bending her knees slightly then lifting her cloak. It was a work of art for certain, but Princess Luna was uneasy about it. She was portraying the ‘Ghost of Hearth’s future,’ in Canterlot which meant the best of the best had worked on its production. A dozen of the finest costume designers had been recruited to aid in the production of the play and the quality of the costumes were a tidbit of their impressive techniques. She walked over to the wings of the stage and waited.
 
“Your cue is in three… two… one…” And with that, a violent puff of smoke erupted from center stage. Princess Luna used a short teleport spell to place her behind the sudden fog. She then stepped forward as the smoke dissolved into the air. Something felt different, cool almost…
 
“You dare to threatened Hearth’s warming eve? Then you are a fool…” Princess Luna said, her voice menacingly carried through the air. The crowd gasped, Princess Luna assumed her dramatic entrance had been more than enough to shock the crowd. As the fog faded, she noticed why the crowd was so astonished. Three of her buttons had snapped away from the grey blue cloak, exposing her vast canyon of cleavage. Despite the wardrobe malfunction, she continued on her speech. Princess Luna reflected upon her correct claims, but to think, the sudden motion of teleportation would cause the buttons to break? That was a surprise, it had survived the dress rehearsals but failed during the very first live performance.
 
During the process of wardrobe fitting, Princess Luna’s body had been a problem right from the start. While the costume designers were some of the best in Canterlot, they lacked the materials to give Princess Luna’s body a proper fitting. It was extremely rare to have a pony of her body type perform on stage and they were very clearly unprepared for it. They did not dare to sow fabric together either, for fear of dishonoring the princess with ‘mutilated clothing.’ The princess of the night thought about all the times she had offered to purchase, out of her own pocket, more fabric for her costume but they had denied her every time.
 
‘We could never let a princess pay for her role,’ ‘You, simply acting here, is more than enough Princess Luna!’ ‘Fear not! Our craftsponyship is MORE than enough to make up for the lack of fabric.’ Princess Luna had heard it all during the rehearsal and now, in front of five thousand ponies, it broke. When she first donned the costume, Princess Luna had suggested that it was too tight, that the buttons were far too strained against her breasts. Instead of listening to her, they simply reassured her that it would be ‘okay.’ It certainly was not.
 
Princess Luna tilted herself so the grey blue cloak hid her eyes from the stunned crowd. Her gaze shifted and looked at the aghast director. He was probably thinking of who to fire or punish for embarrassing the princess. Princess Luna shivered slightly, a cold gust of wind ran across the stage as the Wendigos appeared.
 
“BEHOLD! The future that you lay…” Princess Luna declared with a powerful swing of her arm. Her nipples hardened, creating a peak of fabric that the whole crowd could see - even those in the back. As the actor screamed in horror, Princess Luna sighed deeply. What else could go wrong?
 
As if on cue, Princess Luna noticed the enthralled stage hand. He may as well be another gawking member of the crowd. His lecherous eyes ate up the half naked figure of the night princess - ignoring his duties at hand. He leaned on the lever which blew the chilly air upon the stage. With a loud mechanical ‘thunk,’ the industrial fan whirled faster and faster. In less than half a minute, it was on full blast. Flakes of fake snow whipped up and whirled around the stage. The Wendigo actors stumbled a little in the sudden breeze but did their best to dance around Princess Luna and Snowfall’s actor. Due to the powerfully loud wind, their slow ballet became awkward and frigid like the Wendigos themselves. Unfortunately for Princess Luna her cloak joined up in the windy ballet that danced around it. The hems of her cloak jumped up, twirling around her body and kicking up the snow around her. It flew up around her head, exposing even more of her midnight blue breasts and peaked nipples. Princess Luna cursed. Her hands hid themselves behind her mountainous breasts, then gripped as much of the loose fabric as she could. It mitigated some levels of embarrassment but the wind was far too strong. Princess Luna looked at the main actor, she was waiting for the next line.
 
“Without… without the love and joy that Hearth’s Warming brings, then you invite the terror of the Wendigos. In the absence… of joy, the terrain is theirs,” Princess Luna shouted over the roaring fan. It wasn’t the exact lines that had been practiced, but it was close enough to get the point across. It was a shame that those in the back couldn’t hear, but most likely the view on stage was more than enough to make up for the lack of lines. Princess Luna glared at the stagehand and used her magic to turn off the fan. It would take a moment or two for it to slow down but it was better than waiting for the oblivious stagehand to take notice. With the mechanical whirl of the fan dying down, Princess Luna’s voice carried across the crowd once more.
 
“Now you have seen the future… decide if it is worth the spell…” Princess Luna said. A bank of fog and smoke drifted in from the wings of the stage, at least somepony was paying attention! Princess Luna backed herself into the fog and ‘disappeared’ in a dim teleport.
 
Princess Luna appeared in her personal dressing room. She sighed, grabbing a properly fitting robe, and slung it over her shoulders. She looked in the mirror, a second sigh escaped her lungs. Princess Luna inspected the costume closely. Her fingers crawled across the fabric to locate the remnants of the buttons. One… two… three, three, just as she had guessed on stage. At least the moon clasp remained stalwart to its task. It was the only piece that held the ruined costumed in place and saved the princess from full nudity.
 
The door suddenly burst open and a blend of apologies filled the room. Princess Luna turned around and faced half a dozen apologetic costume designers. Some of them bowed in apology, others teemed with tears but all they all parroted the same apologetic speech. Princess Luna glared at them for a moment as she tried to get a kind word in, then finally spoke loudly
 
“Yes! I understand! Enough!” Her booming voice silenced them. “Next time… you should listen to me. Your design was interesting, beautiful and supported me well. BUT! You should trust the actor’s feelings on a costume, no less your ruler… I expect this cloak to be fixed for tomorrow’s play. You are dismissed,” Princess Luna finished.With a smooth single motion of her arm, the ruined costume flew off her body and landed in the hands of a seamstress.
 
“Thank you!” They all said at once. Princess Luna forcefully closed the door with her magic and smiled.
 
“It was fun though… I doubt this play will be forgotten any time soon,” Princess Luna mused.