A Princess, A Dragon, A Mortal soul.
Celestia sighed as she stepped out onto the balcony, watching the waning sun set over Equestria. She tried to hold back her tears, and she succeeded, if only marginally. Still, despair weighed heavily on her heart, and it showed in her expression.
The dead streets of Canterlot below remained motionless, filled with nothing but drifting tumbleweeds and memories of a happy city. She looked out across the wide plains to where Ponyville sat, but it too was quiet and dark. Nothing more than a ramshackle assembly of shacks huddled together against the wind. The apple trees had all but taken over now, their roots growing strong along the streets and sidewalks of the rural farm town.
The story would be the same no matter where she went. Trottingham was buried under snow and ice, Horseshoe Bay had been swallowed by the sea, Appleoosa yielded to the desert, Baltimare was overgrown with grass and weeds, and Manehattan…
Well, time has a way of rusting even the most imposing metal monuments.
“Kingdoms fall.” Celestia whispered to nopony in particular. At least, the only one who could hear her wasn’t a pony. He entered the balcony behind her, his scales sliding across the age-old tile with a rough, raspy sound.
“It seems like they fall every day.” Spike’s deep voice rumbled from her side, the two of them looking out over a dead and dying Equestria. “I never thought I’d see it happen.”
“How many years has it been?” Celestia asked quietly, still fighint the tears that threatened to spill over. “Six thousand? Seven?”
“Eight thousand, four hundred seventy-two, by my count.” The elder dragon rumbled, heaving a soft sigh. “And that’s Eight thousand, four hundred seventy-two years too few, in my opinion.”
“Eight thousand… My goodness, time does fly, does it not?”
“Unlike some of us.”
“Would that I had known, Spike.” Celestia rolled her eyes with a soft sigh. “I’d have released you from your self-imposed servitude years ago.”
“A few paltry years-“
“Centuries, then.” Celestia snapped. She really wasn’t in any mood to be trifled with. Equestria as a whole was all but gone, existing in the whispers of legend and the shattered ruins of old and long-forgotten buildings. “Had I known that keeping you around Luna, Twilight and I would stunt your growth, I’d have sent you away ages ago.”
“I’m not bitter,” Spike rumbled, shooting her a sideways glance. “You forget, what I lost in growth I gained in power.”
“Well, I would have been bitter…” Celestia harrumphed and turned her attention back to the wasteland beneath them. “Eight thousand years of servitude. That’s eight thousand years you’ve spent without friends or family or-“
“You forget once more,” Spike cut her off. “You and the others are my friends. My family.”
“And now we’re all but gone.” Celestia choked. “How long since Twilight and Luna disappeared through the portal?”
“I didn’t count that long…” Spike admitted. “At least two millennia…”
“And then the mirror-“
“Hey,” Spike cut her off, lifting a large claw to rest on her back. A lesser pony might have been crushed by the weight, or even cut by his razor-sharp claws. But to Celestia, it felt like a rather warm touch from an old friend. “Let’s not dwell on the past. What’s done is done, and I’m sure Luna and Twilight are happy in the other world.”
“And Cadance?”
“Cadance too. We didn’t find her, so I’m sure she either made it into the mirror before it was destroyed, or-“
“Or it was a quick and painless end.”
“… Well, there’s that too.” Spike sighed and removed his claw, resuming his solemn watch next to Celestia. He opened his maw to speak, but the words didn’t come, and he closed his mouth once again.
Equestria was a wasteland. Thousands of years had taken their toll on the kingdom, leaving it a husk of what it once was. Sickness and famine, natural disasters, and even a few wars had decimated the population. Any ponies that survived the fighting perished to hunger or the harsh elements. The only ones who survived the whole ordeal were Celestia, Luna, Cadance, Twilight, and mysteriously enough, Spike.
It was no mystery how Celestia, Luna, Cadance, and Twilight survived the years. But Spike should have perished some time before he turned his first millennium. Twilight had been able to determine that his mere proximity to the four of them was increasing his lifespan longer than a typical dragon, but stunting his growth. Now, at almost nine thousand years old, Spike was maybe twice Celestia’s size; hardly a tenth of the size of an average dragon.
But they had learned; he was almost her equal in magical prowess. Twilight was unable to determine why this was. But still, Spike had become less of a hulking, winged behemoth, and more of an advanced mage. His magic was powerful and raw, and over the years he refined it into his own primal style that harmonized well when working with elements and the incumbent energies of Equestria.
Still, even he couldn’t stop the effect of time. None of them could. Rather than fight it, they fled. Luna and Twilight retreated through the crystal mirror, vowing to check in now and then. Cadance wanted to stay in the crystal kingdom, mostly because she felt at home there. Spike and Celestia remained in Canterlot, reading the multitude of books in the libraries there, trying to fight the effect time had on their decaying pages, trying to find a cure.
But then the gryphons had struck. Using a strange and unknown magic, the gryphons laid waste to the crystal kingdom, devastating most everything that had survived the times. Spike and Celestia were unable to even find any ruins in the scorched landscape. The palace, the crystal mirror, and Cadance were all missing.
That had been two millennia ago.
Now, their only solace lay in one another. Celestia grimaced at the landscape, her thoughts wandering far and wide. They stood there for days, watching the weak sun and pale moon circle the sky in an endless, melancholy dance. Celestia missed the busy day-to-day activity back when Canterlot was the capitol of a major world power, when ponies came to her left and right, asking her assistance, her advice, her counsel.
Now, there was nothing to court her but ghosts.
Well, ghosts and one very peculiar dragon. Spike spoke on the evening of their fifth day.
“We could go check the crystal kingdom once more. Perhaps they found a way back by now.”
“Perhaps.” Celestia mused, gnawing her lip in thought. She wasn’t about to dismiss the idea, though she knew it to be nothing more than fancy. Still, Twilight was intuitive and Luna was very powerful. They might have been able to find a way back to Equestria from the ‘human’ world they visited. “Then again, if we go and they’ve already returned and are making their way back here, they’ll find nopony.”
“True,” Spike mused, rubbing his chin with a claw. “I know I’d feel awfully lonely if I came home to find nopony. So we wait here for them?”
“We wait here.” Celestia affirmed. They fell into silence once more, but this one didn’t last five days. Spike spoke hardly a few minutes later.
“Perhaps one of us could go, while the other stays-“
“No.” Celestia cut him off, perhaps a little too quickly. Spike arched an eyebrow at her questioningly. She blushed a little and scooted away. “I… I just…”
“You just…?” Spike followed, shuffling over the tiles with ease. Celestia sighed and closed her eyes. Spike had been with her the past eight thousand years. She had hardly gone more than a few days without seeing him at a time, and at most, a year or two. There had been one point when he tried to go to the dragon territories, but he had returned to Canterlot a mere decade later, albeit a touch more melancholy than usual.
Still, he had been her shadow for the greater part of eight millennia. He was wise beyond his years, powerful, and a very good listener. But he was also a good advisor. Before Equestria had begun its decay, he had offered input on several important political dealings, and had even developed a few helpful spells for them. Afterwards, when war and famine destroyed Equestria as they knew it, he had diligently researched ways to restore their once-great nation to its former glory. Then, when the books had decayed away, he had remained in Canterlot.
Neither of them could exactly say why. Celestia could guess that it was because her home and her fondest memories had been in Canterlot. But why had Spike remained for so long? Not that she minded - having someone around gave her someone to talk to, to confide in when she felt like she needed it. It grounded her in reality; let her know she wasn’t utterly alone in this wasteland. But did she want to tell him that? To tell Spike that she truly, honestly required his presence to keep from going insane?
“Celestia?” Spike rumbled once more. He had turned to face her fully now, his long, slender neck towering over her. Anypony else might have run screaming for their lives at such an imposing figure. But much like his claw resting on her back, Celestia saw this imposing dragon as an old friend more than a beast to be feared. She turned to face him as well, the tears still welling in her eyes. He spoke again, taking half a step closer.
“Why don’t you want me to leave?”
“Because.” Her voice broke. She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat; failed. Two tears leaked out of her eyes to trace over her cheeks before falling to the cracked, broken tiles at her hooves. “Because I don’t want to be alone anymore.” She finally managed. The utterance came with more tears as she finally broke down.
Celestia, indomitable princess, keeper of the day, wielder of incomprehensible magical energies and all-round powerful pony…
Wept.
She wept like an insecure young foal curled up under their blankets, afraid of the monsters. She wept like a heartbroken mare who lost her first love. The tears coursed fast and free, falling to the tiles, covering her cheeks with long, dirty streaks. She cried until it wasn’t the tiles her tears landed on, but scales.
Spike wrapped his legs around her, cradling Celestia close against his chest. She clung to him, too, more out of instinct than anything else. She wept long and hard, alternating between screaming her frustration to quiet, resigned sobs. It might have been an hour or it might have been a week before she finally composed herself with a few sniffles and a shaky hoof wiped across her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Spike,” She whimpered pathetically. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t apologize.” Spike smiled and lifted a claw, wiping one tear off of her cheek. For as large as he was (compared to her, at least,) it was an awfully tender and affectionate display. His toothy grin would have frightened somepony else, but the large fangs spread in a knowing and understanding sort of fashion only made Celestia herself smile. “I’m just glad I could be here for you. And I’m sorry for probing.”
“No, you have a right to.” Celestia steadied herself with a breath at last. “I just… Don’t want to look at this alone.” She swept a hoof out over the balcony, indicating the wasteland beneath them. “It’s been nice having you around, Spike. I think I might have gone mad if I had to endure this alone. But with you, I think I can handle it… At least for a while longer.”
“I understand,” Spike slowly settled himself onto his stomach, curling his legs beneath him. “I’ve watched the same thing happen that you have. Watched as our friends died or were killed, saw our cities crumble away to nothing… It’s enough to drive anypony insane. Even with friends at your side.” He sighed, hanging his head slightly. When he did that, laying like he was, his scaly face was on-level with hers. He looked so melancholy, and she realized that she must have looked much the same just then.
Before she even realized what she was doing, Celestia leaned forward and pressed her lips against his scaly brow. His eyes flickered open to stare intently at her, a mixture of shock and compassion on his face just then.
“What are you-“
“Aah.” Celestia lifted a hoof to press against his lips. “I’m sorry, Spike. I never realized how you’ve been suffering the same things as I have. We may be a dragon and a princess, but above that, we’re both Equestrian citizens. We loved our country equally, and I never thanked you for all of the work you’ve done for us… To say nothing of the pain you’ve endured.” Celestia took a step forward, tucking her neck against his gently.
“Thank you, Spike. For being my friend.”
Spike stayed stone-still for a few moments before slowly raising his claw. He laid it on her back, curling his neck around her to deepen the embrace.
“Thank you, Celestia.” His low speech made her own chest rumble, and tears threatened to spill out of her eyes again. Rather than fight them, she let them loose, dripping onto his scaly spine. “Took you a few thousand years, but you finally opened up.”
“Oh, shush, you.” Celestia laughed at his teasing, backing away with a slight blush. They laughed together, a dragon and a princess, for a few long, blissful moments. Celestia probably hadn’t laughed in close to fifteen hundred years. Doing so now was awkward and borderline farcical, but it felt good.
Not unlike hugging spike did. Giggling away the last of their laughing fit, Celestia stepped into his embrace once more. Spike hugged her back, the two of them just thankful to be together still. As far as they knew, it’d be another eight thousand years they’d have to spend together. And another eight thousand after that. Celestia sighed, but not out of exasperation or melancholy. This was more out of thanks than anything else. She thanked the powers that be she had at least one soul to share her time with.
Before she knew it, they had hugged an entire day. The sun breached the horizon when she finally pulled away, and Spike smiled down at her.
“What now?” He asked quietly. Those words made Celestia pause for a moment, her mind trying to determine what lay beyond this sudden but not unwanted revelation.
“I honestly don’t know.” Celestia sighed at long last, dropping her gaze to the cracked tiles below. “I don’t really know what to do anymore…”
“Well,” Spike mused, lifting her chin with a gentle touch. “Hugging is kind of nice.”
His words made the lump rise in her throat once more. Yes, the hugs they shared were rather nice, and didn’t make her feel quite so lonely anymore. More than that, she might have been a princess, but she was still a pony. She laughed, cried, breathed, and felt much like any of them did. Which meant she felt emotions, and some of those emotions were confusing and different, if not downright unwelcome.
But should they be unwelcome? Why couldn’t Celestia allow herself to feel things like love and passion? She didn’t really have a constituency anymore… There wasn’t anypony around for her to worry about posturing or professional obligations. She didn’t have to keep her feelings secret in favor of professionalism and making significant, nation-changing decisions.
Maybe, just this once, she could be what she was at heart:
A pony.
“Hugging… Would be nice.” Celestia stepped into another embrace, sighing softly as Spike laid his claw on her back, just beneath where the joint of her wings rested. She nuzzled into his scaly neck, relishing the warmth he seemed to radiate. She was moderately impartial to things like extreme cold or heat; both of which Equestria offered in abundance. She could sleep through the freezing nights and stay awake during the blistering days with no consequence. But hugging Spike, feeling the reassuring warmth he emitted, it went past homeostasis… It became comfort.
“This is nice,” Spike rumbled quietly. Celestia gave a soft ‘hmm’ of acquiescence as she slowly lowered her haunches to the floor. Sitting against Spike, his claw on her back and his neck wrapped tenderly around hers was a very wonderful sensation.
And then he started stroking her. His claw slid down her back, rubbing each bump of her spine one by one. The first one elicited a gasp from her, making her shudder uncontrollably. She almost begged him to stop. But something within her didn’t. Some small, infinitesimal part of her psyche begged him to do it again. And he did. The second motion was tender and slow, taking its sweet time down the entirety of her back. She let a small whimper escape her throat, her eyes steadily closing.
’Nopony’s ever touched me… Not like this… Not ever.’ The thought came with a soft frown, but she didn’t ask him to stop. Not yet, anyways. Each slow touch sent another shiver across her flanks, making her breath catch in her throat.
’Why not, though? Cadance had Shining Armor, and Luna was allowed her dalliances now and then… Even Twilight had a few partners in her time. How come I never opened up to anypony…?
‘Maybe it didn’t take a pony. Maybe it took a dragon for me to open up to.’
“Spike.” Celestia pulled away from his embrace reluctantly. Spike let her go, his claw dropping to the tile where it curled underneath him. He looked down at her, but not by five or six feet. His intense gaze pierced into her, boring straight through her frail defenses and straight into the heart of what she felt. She took half a moment to wonder if Spike knew what she was going to say before she was going to say it.
But she did need to say it. For her. For him. For both of them. Taking one last breath for courage, she began to speak.
“All these years, I’ve been a Princess. I’ve thought about Equestria and her citizens before I’ve ever thought about myself. My love was in the night and the day and running this country. I found fulfillment in my relationships with all those around me. Be they professional or personal. But now, I don’t have anypony left to talk to or mentor or rule as I did in the past. I’m all but alone here, were it not for you.”
“Celestia-“
“Let me finish, Spike.” Celestia lifted her gaze to stare at him. The larger dragon was cowed into silence, his expression concerned. Celestia continued.
“Because they were around, I was constantly worried about posturing myself. I allowed my desires to be fulfilled… Ah… Innocently. By associating myself with ponies like Twilight and the other elements, and all the ponies in Canterlot, and all the others, I managed to keep from feeling too lonely. I let their presence satisfy me in ways I haven’t allowed myself to feel in millennia…” She slowly dropped her gaze, fighting over the words to say next.
“It’s been so long, Spike, and I’ve always been concerned with the way I presented myself… The way I represented Equestria. Now, there isn’t an Equestria to represent anymore. There are no ponies for me to worry about public image or posturing or anything like that.” She stepped forward, gently laying a hoof on Spike’s chest. Her teary eyes stared straight up into his. “I don’t have to be this flawless, perfect leader anymore. I can just be me. I can feel again. Things I’ve never felt before. Things I’ve never allowed myself to feel before.” She stepped closer, looking straight up at him. Her words came quietly, barely louder than a whisper.
“Things like love.”
The silence stretched on, but not uncomfortably. She stared into Spike’s eyes, and he stared into hers. Sitting like that, a dragon and a princess, Celestia finally allowed herself her first bit of mortality. It didn’t take much, barely more than an inch was left between the two of them. When she leaned forward to press her lips to his, the motion came naturally. It was a strange kiss, hard, but not without passion. Spike’s claw hesitantly lifted to rest on her back, further deepening the kiss; her first, if Celestia were being honest with herself.
’There’s a first time for everything.’ Celestia furrowed her brow and pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with each panting breath. How long had they kissed? Was it a few seconds, or a few years? Spike’s face mirrored her own, flushed, a little confused, but mostly eager.
“Celestia, I… I…” He struggled to find words for a few moments, searching her expression for his answers. Celestia gnawed her lower lip, praying he’d say anything but ‘go away,’ or ‘I regret that.’ After a few long, heart-pounding moments, he finally found his courage.
“I want to kiss you again.”
And so he did. Celestia gave a thin whimper as Spike pulled her into another kiss, this time filled with hot, insistent passion. Not shy, timid caution. They kissed for as long as they could hold their breath, breaking apart in a panting, flushed tangle of awkwardness. Spike’s claw had slid up between the joint of her wings, getting tangled in the luscious strands of her mane. She wound her hooves around his neck, pushing herself as tight against his hard chest as she could manage.
’This is nice,’ Celestia thought to herself. ’I could get used to this…’ They stared into one another’s eyes for a long while, their breath mingling in the space between them. Celestia felt as if she could combust at being so close to him, at having let so many of her thoughts and emotions play out in the past… However long it had been since she had cried. But it was nice. It was comfortable. And most of all, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone anymore. Spike wasn’t just a shadow following her around the ruins of Canterlot anymore. He wasn’t some figure in her life that offered his advice or read books for her.
He was alive, he was real, and he was there. That, more than anything else, made Celestia want to kiss him again and again. So she did. Without concern for anypony witnessing the princess commit such a heinous act, without worry that Luna would tease and make fun of her, without worrying about how their foreign neighbors would interpret the act, she kissed Spike. And she kissed him hard. Their bodies ground together, hers warm and pliable, his hard and immovable. The thin whimpers shared between the two of them escalated until Celestia was moaning between kisses, to where Spike’s claws insistently stroked her back, from the joint of her wings all the way down to her tail.
“Spike,” She panted between two hot, insistent kisses. “Don’t stop touching me… That feels amazing.” His claws gently dug into her coat as he raked them down her back, sending shudders up her spine. That motion would have shredded a lesser pony, but to her it felt like Spike intended it to feel. Like he was massaging her back, borderline clawing her out of desperate need.
Then his claws ventured over her rump. She threw her head back with a loud gasp, her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy. That simple motion, insistent and hot, sent pleasure shooting through places Celestia had never dreamt of feeling in this way. She was as new to this as any blushing filly with their first love, and it was apparent.
“Spike,” She panted, clutching his scaly face in her hooves. He stared at her with those brilliant ember eyes, now burning with the passion he had to have felt for her. His claws paused on her rump, the very points teasing the insides of her thigh. She shuddered in his grasp, her mouth halfway open with each panting breath. “Don’t… You dare… Stop.”
“Of course.” Spike’s low voice made her whole body vibrate, making her eyes close with the power, the delightful force of him. His claws raked over her flanks, following the line of her ribs up to her spine, down and around her tail, between her thighs, going there. That place nopony had ever seen, ever touched. The tingling shots of pleasure came more insistently, pulsing deep into the pit of her stomach. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but failed when he repeated the motion.
“Aahn!” The hot exhalation felt good. So she gave another as he scratched her again. And another after that. Her wings flared into the air behind them, flapping involuntarily. Spike held her tight, the pressure digging into her flanks even more as she flapped uncontrollably. Spike silenced her cries with another kiss, this one filled with his long, serpentine tongue. Celestia welcomed it into her mouth, sucking on it, wrestling it with her own, but the thick cord almost had a mind of its own. It undulated inside of her, spinning and twisting and folding back upon itself.
She stopped trying to fight it, and instead let Spike lick her mouth however he saw fit. It was an incredibly sensuous experience, filled with saliva and moans and hot, panting, eager breath. Their combined drool dripped down her chin and along her neck, falling to the tiles or Spike’s scales beneath her. His claws never stopped, but began to pick up in intensity rubbing and scratching her.
Until it happened. He was no longer teasing her, scratching and kneading her full rump. Instead, the pointed tips of his claws went in. First came the pain. She winced at it, wondering what had went wrong, if he had cut her or ripped her. Then she remembered. ’I’ve never done this before. That was just my hymen.’ Reassured, Celestia calmed herself, remembered to wait. It’d feel good in a moment…
And oh how good it felt. She thrust her rump out, giving Spike more room to work with. He still held her close, but the tips of his claws slid inside of her. The first time she had ever been touched there, ever been penetrated in any way. It felt incredible. Kissing and hugging Spike made her feel emotionally full, in a way that she couldn’t describe physically. But with his talons inside of her, Celestia felt truly full. Like a cup brimming with water. His tongue continued to work inside of her mouth, making her own tongue feel numb and useless. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she surrendered herself to his whims.
She hardly realized it when Spike pulled away from her, still holding her sides, but no longer kissing or touching her down there. She blinked unevenly at him a few times, wondering why he would ever stop, praying this wasn’t the end.
“Lie on your back.” Spike whispered. Then again, a whisper from a dragon his age still made her chest thrum with power. She couldn’t have denied his request even if she wanted to. Chest tightening with anxiety, Celestia did as he asked, tucking her difficult wings tight against her back and stretching out on the cracked tile. Spike loomed over her, looking down at her with those magnificent eyes of his. She spread her legs open for him, revealing her most private, intimate details to his gaze. Nopony had ever touched her, ever seen her like this. And no pony ever would.
“By the stars,” Spike breathed. “You look incredible… More beautiful than I ever could have imagined…” He drank in every inch of her, almost as if he seemed determined to commit every detail to memory. Celestia blushed at his words, shyly looking away. She shouldn’t have been shy, but curse it all, she was. The way he stared at her was entrancing and mystifying all at once. She looked to the side, waiting for him to do what he would.
She never in a million years would have imagined that would involve licking her. He sank onto his stomach between her legs, his claws keeping her legs spread with ease. The tips dug into her thighs, sending even more shudders through her system. But when his tongue laid against her center, began to insistently push its way in, she couldn’t help but cry out.
’Oh this is too good to be true… Nopony should ever feel like this. I must be dreaming. That’s it. This is a dream. I’m dreaming right now. There’s no possible way I could be feeling this much plea-OH!’ Spike’s tongue slid inside, deeper than his claws had gone. It pushed in until she swore he was licking her stomach, even the inside of her breast. It was so far, she could feel each inch of squishy, hot, ’So hot! Impossibly hot!’ tongue inside of her. It almost felt like it was burning her, but the coursing sensation she felt wasn’t painful. It was insistent and constant, but not unbearable. She flexed her core muscles, but that only seemed to encourage Spike. He licked harder and faster, writhing inside of her center, driving her over the edge of something incomprehensible.
Something amazing.
“SPIKE!” Celestia cried out, arching her back off of the tiles. Spike laid a claw on her stomach, flattening her against the floor, keeping her pinned while he rode out her orgasm. She shuddered and gasped, feeling everything dull over into this hazy, hot, wet sort of haze. When it was over, he slid his dripping tongue out of her, pulled it back into his mouth with a soft noise of approval.
“Delicious.” He teased, looming over her. Celestia panted on the tile floor, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him. They locked eyes for a few long moments before her gaze flickered down, past his neck, his chest, down the length of his scaly body…
“S-spike…” She whimpered, her legs slowly closing. “Is that…”
“Oh.” Spike flushed as he sat up, no longer straddling her. Resting low on his stomach, well above his legs, was a slit in his scales. Celestia could see where the scales ended and soft, pink flesh began. Whenever he wasn’t aroused, the slit would be closed and his scales would slide into place, making an almost impervious defense. But now, after their kissing and all the licking, he was as aroused as any dragon could be.
And he was big. Celestia froze at the sight of it. The tip was slender and adorned with a smaller slit that oozed shiny fluid, but as his shaft continued, it extended to a formidable base. The whole thing stood a chance of fitting inside of her; but only if she pushed her limits. And for her very first time, she wondered if that was a smart idea…
“If… If you don’t want to…” Spike began, but Celestia pushed herself up, cupping his chin.
“I want to.” She breathed, trying hard to swallow her apprehension. “But… It’s my first time. Please… Go easy.” She laid back down, looking up at him, at his exposed dragonhood. It was long and slender for the most part, until about halfway, when it widened. She could take that first half. She could handle him. Spike opened and closed his mouth a few times before seeming to settle on a course of action. He stood over her on all fours, his member dangling between her tentatively-spread legs. It seemed to radiate heat, and unless she was mistaken, the shiny fluid oozing from his tip steamed in the air. A droplet of it oozed out and fell onto her stomach. It was hot, but not unbearably so… Much like the first step into a hot bath. It might have come as a shock, but she quickly grew accustomed to it.
“Do it.” Celestia panted, laying her hooves on his chest. He looked down at her, and her up at him, both of them speaking volumes with their eyes. Spike gave a low, rumbling moan before kissing her once again.
And then he was in. She tensed, her eyes clenched shut, her entire body seemed to freeze. But sure enough, she yielded. The thin, tapered tip of his cock slid between her soaked lips, gliding with ease into her. He was so hot, it was like taking molten iron inside of her. Her insides felt like they were on fire. A good fire, though. The kind she wanted to grow closer to.
“You okay?” Spike rumbled. Celestia managed a nod and a thin whimper of encouragement.
“F-fine. K-keep going.” She looked up at him pleadingly. He had shown her pleasure, now it was her turn to return the favor. Moaning, Spike slid deeper. Celestia gnawed on her lip, feeling him spread her apart, feeling him glide deeper and deeper…
“There.” She whimpered. She felt his tip move something inside of her, something that ought not to be moved. There was pain, but ’Oh holy STARS that feels good…’ Celestia closed her eyes and laid her head on the cool tile, letting Spike take over. He never moved deeper than where she had gasped at him, and never slid out. Instead, that red-hot rod of dragon flesh slid into and out of her, riding the slickness of her arousal and his own saliva, using the hot fluid he continually oozed from the tip.
“This… Feels incredible.” Spike moaned between deep thrusts. Celestia wanted to mirror him, to let him know she was okay. More than okay, that she was enjoying this. Instead, all she got to do was gasp in time with his slow, deliberate movements. Her hooves remained on his neck, clinging tight to him. Somehow, though, Spike managed to bend his neck down, put his face above hers. He whispered two words.
“Kiss me.”
And she did. Wild, hard, wet kissing. They drooled, moaned, groaned, panted, and licked one another until Celestia lost track of who was who; which one of them had the cock and which one the cunt. He was moving faster now, making her entire body shift with each thrust. His claws dug into the tile on either side of her wings. But like his claws wouldn’t cut her, his cock wouldn’t rip her. Deeper and deeper he pushed, until Celestia swore she had all of him. That slender pillar of flesh was alive inside of her, filling her until she swore she was choking on it at one moment, and then begging for entrance the next.
And it was so hot. Like an open flame that never burned. Celestia felt it fill her entire being, until it was all she could focus on. And damn it all, it felt good. So good, like she couldn’t handle it. With a pleading gaze, she looked up at him, begged him to keep going in spite of her body’s natural response to so much pleasure. She came underneath him, her entire being sent into the spiraling abyss that was her own orgasmic heaven. And all through the orgasm, he continued to thrust, continued to drive deep into her until it wasn’t the wider parts of his cock she was feeling impact her hips, it was his scales. Those scales that peeled apart to allow his cock out. He was all the way inside of her.
“Celestia,” Spike grunted, never ceasing his thrusts. He panted hot breath onto her face, hot enough to scorch a lesser pony.
But she was no lesser pony. And she was enjoying every moment of this.
“Cum for me, Spike.” She panted, clutching him with all four of her legs now. “Cum inside me…”
He slowed, but didn’t stop. He looked down at her in bewilderment. “A-are you sure?”
She silenced him with a kiss.
And he filled her with fire.
Afterwards, laying on the cool tile with fire in her belly, Celestia smiled at him.
“That was incredible, Spike.”
“Never in all my years…” Spike muttered, laying on his side next to her. “Did I ever imagine it’d come to this.”
“Nor did I…” Celestia sighed and rested a hoof on her stomach, feeling the radiating warmth inside of her. His seed was like a furnace, constantly keeping her warm. She curled around that heat, held it close to her, made it her own. She’d never be able to conceive, but there was still something about having him inside of her that struck a note within Celestia, a chord somewhere deep in her being that made her smile warmly and lay a hoof over her stomach. Something motherly.
Spike mirrored her, laying his claw over her hoof. She smiled and scooted closer to him, so that her side was pressed to his stomach. He growled a low, contented sound from his throat, which Celestia rested her head against. Standing and watching the wasteland took no effort.
Fucking a dragon took monumental effort.
Celestia gave a wide yawn, her eyes slowly closing.
“Stay with me?” She asked quietly.
“For another Eight thousand, Four hundred Seventy Two years.” Spike rumbled. He kissed her cheek tenderly. “At least.”