Spike's Adventures in Canterlot
"I'm getting tired, Twilight. Can we go back now?" Whispered Spike, finding Luna's lecturing beyond boring. He couldn't take it anymore, and enough was enough. He was a tired guy, and he needed his sleep. Twilight rolled her eyes, but kept her attention on Luna. She was waving her hands about, talking through the outs and ins of being a modern princess with Twilight. Naturally, they were both still learning, but the princess of the night was getting rather good. She finally abandoned the overly frilly dresses and began to wear sleeker clothing that gave her figure more emphasis, accentuating her beauty. To the man's relief, it sounded like she was wrapping up the lecture. Even her grey eyes began to look weary, and her flowing hair becoming slightly disheveled. She brought a pale white hand up to her face and rubbed her forefinger and thumb against her temples.
"We are very sorry to say it, Twilight, but We fear We are growing quite weary of our lecture," Luna exclaimed, sounding slightly exasperated, "It feels that now is as good a time as any to end our lessons and make way to our respective lounges." Spike smirked at her, still finding her use of old ways of speaking slightly humorous. Either way, he was quite ready for bed, and he was not afraid to let it be known. Twilight was well aware of this, and with a prompt farewell, had the two walking down the regal halls of the Canterlot Castle towards their sleeping quarters. Unfortunately, Spike wouldn't be granting his heavy eyelids the gift of slip anytime soon, as Twilight Sparkle had something else in mind for him.
"Hey Spike..." the light skinned, indigo haired girl said softly, nudging Spike on his arm with her shoulder "You think you
could do me a favor?" She asked, looking up at his lightly tanned face with the best puppy dog eyes she could manage. Spike wasn't very tempted to comply, but he knew he probably should. It was Twilight, after all...
"I suppose..." Spike muttered, scratching his green, spiked hair. His green eyes wandered uneasily towards a column as the two passed. He REALLY wanted to sleep.
"Great!" Twilight shouted happily, hugging Spike around his chest. "Okay, this is super easy. It should be done in no time... But I really need to catch some shuteye. Just go down to the basement storage and grab me the box titled 'Politics 1'. It may be a little heavy, and you're probably pretty tired, so I've got you a booster, just in case." Twilight said, spewing the words out at an insane rate.Spike barely had time to grab the vial he was handed and register what she said before he was shoved off in the direction of the basement floors. When he glanced over his shoulder to look at the sporadic woman, she was already turning out of sight. With a sigh, he began walking in the direction he faced.
After a few minutes of wandering (It had been a few years since he and Twilight lived in Canterlot), Spike finally found the large doorway that led into the storage. Something felt... off though, but he wasn't about to let it bother him. With a single movement, he downed the booster Twilight had given him, and pushed the heavy, oaken slab open. After a quick wipe of his brow, Spike set off in to the maze of boxes, presumably containing priceless artifacts or trinkets of random sentimental value. Occasionally, he could have sworn he would see something move just out of the corner of his eye, but he chalked it up to the occasional hallucination side-effect of the booster he took earlier.
In around fifteen minutes, Spike finally found the section of the storage containing the books, which he knew was what Twilight had sent him down for. "Finally..." Spike muttered under his breath, striding through the towers of books, scanning for a 'Politics 1' label. He was seeing many labels, mostly pertaining to magic and science, but he was having no luck. That was, until one label in particular caught his eye; 'Saucy'. The dragon raised his eyebrows and, after looking around him to make sure there were no witnesses, strode over to the crate. He hastily moved stacks of book off of the crates surface (With the help of the booster, of course), and raised his arms, placing his fingers along the top edge of the rather large crate.
With an immense heave, he manage to push off the top of the crate, revealing many thin books and stray parchment. At the very top was a note, presumably regarding the delivery of the reading material. It read as follows:
Dear Princess Celestia,
I have once again found copious amounts of material involving... Bedroom situations of your subjects. I am beginning to think we should outlaw these forms of art at once, lest you be involved with any false scandals or vulgar beliefs. You'd probably be astonished at the sheer amount of DRAWINGS I found this time, some even involving you. Thank you for your time, and as always good luck with your ruling.
Your most faithful public relations adviser,
Acceptable Image
Spike looked at the letter he held in his hand, frowning slightly. He was not a stupid dragon, and was completely aware of what the letter was referencing. He figured Princess Celestia must have gone through with the outlaw immediately, for he had never seen nor read explicit content. With a slightly clammy hand, Spike reached in to the box for the nearest scroll, wondering what the princess saw that could bring her to such a drastic decision. That was soon answered though, for as soon as he opened the rolled up papyrus, his eyes were greeted with an utterly unbelievable sketch, causing a deep blush to spread across his cheeks. He felt himself grow stiff, in more places than one as he looked at the drawing.
It depicted the princess of the day, completely in the nude and her legs spread wide on a chair. One hand was rubbing her crotch,whilst the other was cupping one of her rather large breasts. A look of lust and pleading was plastered onto the regal figures face, and one thought washed over Spike.
"I will never see the princess the same way again..." Although, even he had to admit, the image was very enticing, and already had him at the ready. Spike recalled a mattress he passed a while ago, and decided Twilight's delivery of books would have to wait. Without further a do, Spike rolled up the parchment, and pocketed a few more from the box before returning its lid and backtracking to said mattress. He'd pleasured himself before, but never with something to look at, and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.
"Here we are!" Spike muttered, quickly removing his pants and rolling onto the mattress. Without wasting any time, he clasped a hand around his hardened member and used the other to unroll the first scroll he saw, allowing his eyes the sight of Celestia's naked body once more. And so, after resting his head on a couple pillows that were previously off to the side, Spike ignored the setting of the colossal, darkened cobblestone storage room, and got to work in the meager light.
"Why, I didn't expect to see you here, Spike." Sounded a voice from directly behind the scroll his eyes were glued on, causing the dragon to freeze. There was no getting out of this. That voice was the Solar Princess herself, and he was sitting there, jerking off to a picture he found of her! He'd be sent to the dungeons! How could he even begin to explain to Twilight or his friends how he got a life in prison!?
"Um... Hi?" Spike whispered, fear evident in his voice. He remained still as a statue, wishing he could simply melt away into the mattress below him. A white glow enveloped the scroll in his hand and tugged it out of his grasp, revealing Princess Celestia, unwavering as ever before the distressed man. She looked as she normally did, her white dress cascading over her features, and her multicolored hair waving in an ethereal wind. She held out a hand, a small orb of white light glowing within. Of course, she was a mage, so she was able to perform the feats of magic that much of the population could not. That included levitation, which was what was floating the picture Spike was viewing over to the ruler's glowing hand. "Please don't send me to the dungeons!" Spike pleaded as the image came in to view of the princess.
Her eyes narrowed and she looked back down at the naked man, clearly wishing he was a mage himself so he could simply teleport away. But what would he do then? Wander the world with no friends or family, a banishment from the society in Equestria? Hardly an appropriate punishment, especially for someone looking at a naked picture of her they found. Celestia tossed the paper to the side and narrowed her eyes further at the man, hands on her hips. Then she began to laugh, her deep tan facial features scrunching up as she laughed as she hadn't in quite some time. Towards the end of her guffawing, it began to sound more malicious, and an equally evil looking stare appeared over Celestia's face as she looked back at Spike. He looked like he was about ready to cry, the poor man.
"Well then, your pleading is quite effective, but it seems that a punishment is still in order, and I have just the punishment in mind for you..." Celestia trailed off, practically hovering over Spike's naked figure. Then, she put out her arms and lowered herself down on top of the man. At this moment, Spike was so unsure of everything, he hardly noticed Celestia's malicious grin morph into a seductive one and her close fade from around her. So confused, he hardly felt the beautiful woman's bare skin touch down upon him, or the same woman snapping her fingers and summoning candles in to existence beside the mattress they lay upon. His befuddlement didn't leave until he felt said woman place her lips upon his, and wrap her arms around him. However, another part of Spike was aware exactly what was going on from the get go, and stood at the ready, anticipating the imminent intercourse.
Celestia loomed over him on all fours, planting kisses along his chest and neck. At this time, Spike figured the whole thing was simply a dream, and he fell asleep on the mattress. He decided to roll with the punches, and bring his hands up around Celestia's deeply tanned back. He smiled slightly as Celestia brought her face back up to his and planted a deeper kiss on his soft pink lips. He felt her tongue prod against his mouth, demanding entry. Spike obliged and let her soft pink protrusion explore his mouth in its entirety as the two stared in to each other longing eyes. Spike was most definitely sure this was a dream. Losing his innocence to a woman as beautiful as princess Celestia was simply to good to be true.
After what seemed like ages, and what Spike felt could go on for ages longer without a complaint from him, their lips parted, a string of saliva linking their mouths as Celestia pulled away. The sun princess didn't stop at simply sitting up, though. She continued to crawl backwards, keeping any skin-to-skin contact with Spikes member nonexistent. He was about to tell Celestia not to leave when she stopped, giving the man one of the most erotic looks he would ever see. She placed a hand at the base of his erection and drew her tongue along the entire member. Spike shivered in anticipation; he'd never done anything like this before. In his mind, he was entirely certain that his own right hand would be infinitely less pleasurable than what was to come.
He was right. Spike moaned loudly as Celestia kissed the tip of his member, before taking the entirety of it into her mouth. As she continued to bob her head up and down over the man's phallus, she began to moan and twirl her tongue around him, eliciting countless more grunts from Spike. He looked down at the princess with a face that read nothing but unadulterated yearning, and Celestia returned the look with passion. Eventually, she popped her mouth off Spike's erection, and began to crawl back up his chest, planting her rear atop his member.
"Please don't stop!" Spike moaned, feeling the pressure that had been slowly building fade away.
"Don't worry about that, dear Spike. There's still many more broken rules to atone for..." Celestia whispered alluringly to him, clearly in to role playing. Spike guessed that everyone sort of was, in their own way, so he decided to play along, despite how cheesy it may have been.
"So many, Princess!" Spike exclaimed looking at her face as he reached out and clasped his hands around her breasts. "I've deviated too far, and I need to be punished even more!"
"If you say so, my little delinquent..." Celestia whispered, raising her rear into the air and taking hold of Spike's member.
With the other, she grasped her breasts, locking Spike's hands in place as he fervently rubbed her. It was quite obvious to the princess that he was new to copulation as she felt his hands grasp at her chest. With a single motion, Celestia aimed Spike's phallus towards her womanhood, and promptly brought herself down upon him with astonishing speed. Spike yelled out as he felt her walls close around him. He never felt anything like it, and he wanted more, so much more.
"Oh, that feels so good, Princess!" Spike shouted as his wishes were granted. Celestia began moving up and down, bouncing on top of him as he clasped her breasts harder and harder. That familiar pressure was building up behind Spike's groin, faster than ever before. He knew it wouldn't be much longer, so he enjoyed it while he could. Spike freed his hands from Celestia's chest and brought them around her back, pulling her toward him and planting a deep kiss on her lips. The solar princess began to move faster and harder as Spike did this, eliciting grunts and moans of pleasure from the both of them. As they moaned into each other's mouths and their sweat mixed, Spike felt his climax taking hold.
Practically screaming into Celestia's mouth, Spike brought his hands down to her rump and held her down as he felt his release take hold. Celestia, however, did not make it that far. As soon as Spike stopped ejaculating into her body, Celestia raised her rear off of Spike's member and flipped around, planting it firmly in front of the man's face.
"Do you see that little nub, there?" Celestia asked, panting. Spike promptly nodded, looking at the visible button at the end of her vulva. He didn't know the first thing about this area of a girl's body, but he was eager to find out more. "Suck on that and put your fingers inside me..." Celestia muttered, looking at Spike with an amount of wanting- no, needing- that no words could justify. Spike simply nodded, pushing her bluntness aside and doing as she told.
Celestia panted and grunted as she shoved into Spike's face as he followed her instructions, licking her labia and moving his fingers in and out of her slit. I didn't take long for Spike to become aroused again, especially with the booster in effect, and his erection let it be known. Fortunately, Celestia was doctoring that immediately, and they both went at each other with vigor.
After what seemed like seconds for the pair, Spike and Celestia felt the pressure building up as they licked and sucked on one another. Spike began to twitch and thrash as the princess began to push herself harder onto his face, and the felt themselves standing on the metaphorical edge. With one final heave from them both, they came together.
The two shouted in unison as Spike's face became drenched in the princesses built up fluids and Celestia's face freckled with splotches of white liquid.
"I think you have atoned for your sins, my little deviant. Let us hope you don't break anymore laws..." Spike heard Celestia say before he drifted off, embracing sleep as it took him in.
***
"Ugh..." Spike said, waking up in the dead of the night. He felt his hand on his limp member and a paper sitting on his face. "Did I fall asleep?" Spike asked himself as he slid the paper off and took inventory of himself. Then he remembered his dream. Oh, and what a dream it was, he thought. It remained vivid in his mind as if it had actually happened, but alas, there were no signs of it ever happening. He skin was void of dried body fluids, and there were no candles. Just the paper, and the small stack beside him. With a grunt, Spike heaved himself up and slipped his cloths back on.
"Well, I think it's time to find those books..." Spike muttered, pocketing the pictures and walking away. Just before he lost sight of the mattress, he spotted a book sitting atop a crate which he didn't recall being there earlier. This one was thin, just like the rest in the 'Saucy' box he opened earlier, and had 'Be the Best in Bed' on the front cover. Spike frowned, but stashed away the book as well. Without second thought, he strode off into the storage room, once again in search of 'Politics 1'.
