Glory Days

The day dawned bleak and dreary, at least for Canterlot in the transition between autumn and summer. Spike grumbled as he looked out of the window at the pearly-grey sky and flat sunlight.

"Hmm..." He mused, gnawing on his lower lip. "Doesn't seem like Celestia's in a good mood today. Still. I need answers." He turned from the window and went to relieve himself. The pony-sized bathroom was just about right for him, but if the princesses could be believed, he'd continue growing. Before long, this bathroom might not fit him. Still, he enjoyed a scalding shower (that felt like a cool breeze to him) before stepping out of his home. Just as he thought, the day was dreary and overcast. He saw plenty of open-air diners that typically would have several ponies enjoying their breakfast in the mid-morning sun instead huddled with closed umbrellas; their patrons perched inside on warm benches and chairs.

Spike would have loved to stop and have a morning coffee or maybe a beagel, but he was already drawing worried looks from everypony. Yesterday's trip to the supermarket with his over-stuffed cart had sent plenty of whispers shuddering through the hyperactive social structure of Canterlot. Spike would have liked nothing more than to let those whispers remain just that. Instead of indulge, he made his way to the castle, picking up to a brisk trot at places to avoid the seemingly imminent rain. Several drops chased him inside, and the cobblestone walkway was growing dark with them by the time he made the stairs. The guards didn't look at him, but he could sense some tension in the air as he passed.

Any other era, a dragon trotting into the Canterlot Castle would have been cause for panic and armed response. "Funny how the times change." Spike mumbled as he made for Celestia's private office.

Much to his surprise, the solar princess greeted his timid knock with a cheery voice. He snaked his head inside tenuously. "Hello, Spike!" Celestia beamed at him from over the top of a book she was reading. "Give me just a moment."

"No rush." Spike mumbled, shocked to find Celestia doing something so natural as reading a book. From the title, he guessed it was actually some sort of fiction. Perhaps a romance or some other tale. Whatever it was, Spike was surprised to see it wasn't some ancient and mysterious tome of magic or maybe a report of the goings-on in Equestria. In short order, Celestia dog-eared the page and set the paperback volume aside. She smiled genuinely at Spike, her look expectant and warm. Compared to what he had seen of the princess just yesterday, Spike was apprehensive.

"Celestia, I have some concerns." He found his courage as soon as the first words crossed his lips. Celestia's look morphed from a warm greeting into genuine compassion. He steeled himself once more and continued. "You say me moving to Canterlot is a good move for the both of us. I can't help but feel as if I'm being entraped. Why was I forced to leave my old life behind? Why did I have to move here? Are you concerned that I'd eventually-"

"Allow me to stop you there, Spike." Celestia stood from her desk, the serene smile back in-place. "I have no fear in my heart that you would ever do harm to Equestria or her citizens. Twilight tells me time and again how devoted you are to your community, and how happy she is to have you - not as a servant - but as a friend." She swept around the desk gracefully. To Spike, it seemed almost like she flowed, moving so quickly yet so smoothly that he could hardly register it until her cuff-clad hoof rested on his shoulder. "I want you to come to feel the same way about the ponies here in Canterlot. They may be less forthcoming and initially aloof when compared to Ponyville's rural community, but there is warmth and friendship in this city as well. Furthermore, you are new and strange to these ponies. many of them have gone their whole lives without ever hearing about or seeing a dragon." She withdrew, taking with her hoof a fair bit of tension. Spike hadn't realized it, but his claws had dug into the carpet with her so close. He released the upholstery as Celestia continued.

"I'm afraid I may have inconvenienced you for quite a time, Spike. The ponies here are so unused to you, I honestly fear you'll struggle to make friends. Thus, I've taken it upon myself to assist you." She smiled again, the sadness gone from her eyes. "By becoming your friend."

"I... wait, what?" Spike blinked at her. "I... I thought we already were...?"

"Only in the basest of terms. Previously, we were more like... Hmm, acquaintances." She beamed at him again, a warm gesture that made even more tension evaporate from Spike's muscles. "It's not every day a princess says she's friends with a dragon. Would you do me the honor?"

"I... Of course, I mean, even if you weren't a princess I'd say yes, but..." He stood to his full height - his eyes were almost even with Celestia's just then. "My concerns still stand. I do not feel comfortable living in Canterlot. I feel..."

"Homesick?" Celestia offered. Spike wilted a little.

"Sure. Let's go with that." Spike managed. "I just don't feel like I'm going to be welcome here. Ever."

"Well, let's see what we can do to fix that, shall we?" Celestia gave a devious grin; the kind that would make a lesser being faint but instead just made Spike frown. "Follow me, please."

"Woah, is that Princess Celestia and... And a dragon?"

"Who is that? Why is he with the princess?"

"Is she drinking tea with a dragon?"

"Isn't that the one dragon who lived in Ponyville with Celestia's student? What's his name; Spike?"

"Celestia..." Spike groaned into his cup, casting a furtive glance around them. "They're talking about us."

"Good. Mission accomplished." Celestia sipped at her own steaming cup of tea. She had taken Spike out of the castle and into the Canterlot streets, where the cloud cover was beginning to give way to sporadic rays of sunshine. It seemed the weather team had only scheduled a light shower that morning, and having concluded their business, were busy shuttling the clouds away in chunks. Spike and Celestia now sat on the patio of a nearby cafe, both nursing their own beverages as ponies went about their day hardly four feet away from their table. Not before stopping and staring at the wondrous specatcle first, of course.

"You see, Spike." Celestia set her cup down. "You and I are setting an example. By seeing the two of us together in such an informal setting, they will see you as less of a threat and more of what you really are." She laid a hoof on her breast. "A friend to the common pony."

"You are anything but common, Princess." Spike muttered into his cup. He was sure she heard him, but she gave no indication. For that, Spike was grateful. "So, since we're... Friends... What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm sure you have a million questions for or about me, Spike. Considering I'm trying to do everything I can to learn about you, I think it's only fair you learn a little about me." She tilted her head to the side, giving him a faint smile. "Ask me anything you want."

"Alright then." Spike thought to start this particular rockslide off with a nonchalant question. "What were you reading this morning, when I first came into your office."

"Aah, you've got me there." She blushed and covered her coy smile with a hoof. "I've a certain penchant for historical fiction."

"I've heard of fiction before, but historical fiction?" Spike lifted an eyebrow.

"Taking events from the past and putting the author's own twist on them. Reading about the Pony/Griffon war from the viewpoint of a half-griffon, half-pegasus bastard who changed the course of both nation's history is truly magnificent. Partially because I was there, and I know the actual outcome. Still. it's a fun reminder of the past and the things I've been through. Almost like re-writing certain parts of my own history."

"I see." Spike pursed his lips in thought. "That's certainly interesting. I never thought you for the type who'd read fiction at all."

"Hmm? Why not?" Celestia tilted her head again. "It's nice to escape for a little while. Believe it or not, Spike, the life of a Princess is much more stressful than ponies might think. I spend a great deal of time trying to relax and unwind. Sometimes with a book, other times with a cup of tea on a nice day." She gestured around them, and the steadily-thinning yet still curious passersby. Some of them cast wary looks their way, as if fearing Celestia was off her rocker, but others smiled at the sight. Spike tried to take note of their faces; they were likely going to be some of his first friends.

"Now," Celestia clapped her hooves together. "I've answered one of your questions, it's only fair that you answer one of mine."

"Oh. Okay." Spike shifted in his seat. He wondered what she might ask of him, and whether or not he'd have a proper answer. She looked at him for a few long, intense moments before posing her question.

"Do you have any sort of magical capability outside of sending me messages?"

While not quite out of left field, the question did make Spike pause with thought. He thought about a way to tell Celestia the incumbent properties of his donations to Applebloom's talent without telling her those donations were actually sperm to be used in brewing aphrodisiacs. He advanced cautiously.

"I have it on good faith from Zecora and the Royal Apothecary that I have some unforseen magical powers, yeah..." Spike muttered. "And Luna tells me that she's... Ahem, she's seen some power in the form of my dreams."

"I see." Celestia gestured for him to continue after a short pause.

"What I can do or what any of it means is beyond me, but I know that I have some power. I mean, I can't like levitate objects like a unicorn can." He gestured to a nearby waiter pouring a cup of tea with his magic. "And I'm not any good at growing things like Applejack... And, I mean..." He ran a hand over the scales on his shoulder. "I can't fly either."

"Those aren't things to be ashamed of, mind you."

"No, not at all!" Spike flustered a bit. "I'm very happy with the way I am. Eer, the way I... Was..."

"The way you were?" Celestia leaned in. "What way is that? What's changed?"

"Well..." Spike rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to tell Celestia the main reason he was missing Ponyville just then was the mares he was getting involved with. It felt like ages since he'd last had some fun, though in reality it was just the night before his departure - three short days ago. Still, that could feel like an age when you had the libido of a growing draogn. "Nothing," he resigned quietly. "Don't worry about it."

"Hmm. I'll not pressure you, Spike." Celestia finished her cup of tea. "But you know I'm here to talk if you want."

'Not about this, Princess... Never about this.'

"Yeah, sure." Spike nodded. "Say, uuh... What's Luna up to?"

"She typically sleeps during the daytime, though one can sometimes see her out and about running errands, or if I have need of her input on something. We said our farewells just before you arrived, actually. She may still be awake, if you have need of her."

"I... Maybe later." Spike resigned himself with a soft sigh. He felt in need of some release just then. Celestia either didn't pick up on his discomfort or she didn't care, but she slid off of her seat and nodded with her head.

"I have another proposition for you, Spike. But it'd be best shared in private. Away from... Prying eyes." She cast a quick glance at one little filly who was openly gawking at them.

"S-sure..." Spike followed Celestia away from the cafe and back towards the castle. Walking down the street, he noticed some ponies would back away fearfully from the duo, while others called out to Celestia or smiled at her as they past. He found their smiles tended to stay in place when they saw him with her.

He found he rather liked that.

"So, what's this 'proposition?'" Spike followed Celestia back into her office, stopping short as she whirled on him. Her eyes danced with a bright light, enough to cast a bit of illumination into the sunlit room. Spike blinked in shock, his back almost against the door.

"It's been some time since I've had a student."

"I- oh." Spike almost reminded her of Twilight until he remembered his pseudo-sister had wings of her own now. She was probably every bit Celestia's student as Applebloom was. "Are you saying..."

"If you'd like, Spike." She nodded warmly. "I'll teach you what I can about your own magic." She paused for a moment before lifting a hoof and rolling it patronizingly. "I mean, I don't know much about it, so I suppose we'll both be learning, but having me around couldn't hurt, right?"

'Or it very well could.' Spike squirmed as his discomfort was beginning to grow. He spared a moment to look over Celestia's body. It was nothing more than quick glance, easily dismissed as a shy gesture or even an initial reading on a pony, but to Spike it meant so much more. She was larger than Luna, but not by very much. Where Luna was curvaceous and very mare-like, Celestia was slender, almost delicate. But underneath that radiant white coat of hers, Spike saw something else. It was in the way she carried herself, and the way she spoke and held her head.

This was not a pony to be having fantasies about. Celestia was powerful, resolute, and strong. Where Luna might be approachable and even a little bit sultry, Celestia was staunch. Her form was not one to be lusted after or appreciated. It was one to be subject to, and to respect. Maybe to admire, but never to consider making his own. In light of that fact, Spike's desire wilted away, giving him room to breathe.

"Alright." Spike conceded. "If you'd like, I'll... I dunno, would you call it 'taking lessons' from you?"

"Hardly." Celestia gave him another smile, though something about this one seemed markedly more... Genuine. "I'd say it's more like... Taking the first step together." Her eyes flashed again, and Spike couldn't help but see something he was familiar with. It was the same look Twilight got when she was confronted with a new and interesting problem. The same look she had when looking at something she didn't know.

Celestia was excited.

"We start next week."

"Well hello, Spike." Luna's sultry voice preceded the princess stepping into his kitchen. Spike started a bit, but his shock quickly faded into something else as he caught the scent of Luna wafting past his nose.

"Hello, Luna." He gulped, focusing on the saucepan before him. "You caught me at a bad time, I was just making dinner."

"Oh, good. I'm famished." Luna slid up to his side, making sure she brushed against his scales very pointedly. Spike gave a thin whimper, the wooden spoon pausing in its stirring.

"I, uuh... I hope you like Neightallian."

"It's one of my favorites." She winked up at him. "I'll bet you're wondering why I came."

"Lemme guess," Spike sighed. "Celestia told you I asked for you."

"Intuitive as always. What, pray tell, would give you reason to ask for me this morning?" She mused, walking a half-circle behind him. Spike swallowed hard and doubled his focus on the saucepan.

"I, uuh... Well..."

"Oh come on, Spike... You can't expect me to buy the 'shy, stuttering gentle giant' act, now, can you?" Spike gasped as he felt her hooves rest on his back. She lifted herself up so her lips were right next to his ear. "You've said some truly devious things to me in the past... No need to be shy."

"Aah... Well, I..." Spike was finding it more and more difficult to focus on the sauce with Luna's chest pressed against his back, just on the right side of his spines. Her hooves began kneading in circles, further distracting him.

"Hmm, Spike, you're all tense... I wonder why..." She was such an incorrigible tease. Spike knew better than to pressure or dismiss her, though. Firstly, that would be counteractive to his needs. Secondly...

He rather liked her when she was teasing him.

"I... need to get laid." Spike finally managed. The sauce was just about done, so he flicked the burner off and let it simmer down to cook. That done, he could focus on keeping his penis from erupting out of its sheath. It was a monumental task, but he knew if he played his cards right, Luna would oblige.

"Oh Spike you naughty dragon! Whatever in the world would make you think I'd be the pony to see for such a thing?" Her breath was hot against him, her hooves digging deeper into the muscles beneath his scales. part of him was getting wound-up at her teasing, and the other part was being forcibly relaxed thanks to the expert touch on his back. It was a strange contrast, and making the task of keeping himself restrained all the more difficult.

"Luna, please..." Spike groaned, his eyes fluttering closed. "I've been wound up all friggin' day... I need this."

"Oh you need it, huh?" She cooed. "You don't sound very desperate. I wonder just how badly you actually need this."

"Please," Spike grit his teeth. "I... I'm desparate here."

"I'm sure you are, Spike." Luna purred, slowly sliding her hooves around his torso. Her chest pressed tightly to his back. She was warm against him, and that was saying a lot for a dragon. He was pleased to see that even when she wasn't in heat, she could still be as sultry and provocative as anything. "Come on now," She kissed the thinner scales on the edge of his jaw. "You know what I need..."

"I... Please," Spike panted. "I... I want you so badly..."

"That's a start." Luna pushed herself away suddenly, leaving Spike feeling cold of all things. "Let's eat first. No sense going about this sort of business on an empty stomach. Besides." She nodded at the stove. "The sauce is surely done by now."

"Wha- Oh, shit!"

And thus Spike learned just how hot Luna could make him. Hot enough to cook marinara sauce.

They ate in silence, though Luna had a ravenough appetite, on-par with his own. Spike was thankful he had prepared extra helpings to be used as leftovers. Instead, he and Luna cleaned their plates, both of them sitting back with a hearty sigh.

"I tell you," Spike moaned, patting his scaly stomach. "I could go for some cider after that."

"While I don't think I can get us any cider," Luna's horn glowed as a bottle materialized before them. "I can do wine."

"Ooh..." Spike licked his lips. "Never tried it before."

"Careful," Luna summoned two clear glasses as well. "It's an... acquired taste. Newcomers might find its effect a little... Intense."

"I see." Spike frowned at the crimson liquid as Luna poured them two glasses, though she kept the fuller one for herself.

"Cheers," She clinked their glasses together before taking a light sip. Spike followed suit, grimacing at the uncharacteristic bite.

"Ouf," He grimaced. "Do... Do ponies actually like this stuff?" He licked his lips, finding that the unpleasant bite dulled into a slightly musky aftertaste, but still unpleasant.

"We do indeed." Luna chuckled. "As I said, it's an acquired taste... I'll not blame you if you won't finish yours." She took another sip, swirling her glass a little.

"I think I can suffer through a glass or two." Spike jested, taking another, more bold sip. He was better-prepared for the bite this time, and he swirled it around his tongue before swallowing. It left a pleasant burn in his throat, one that made him fear to test his voice against it. "So..."

"So." Luna grinned at him. "How was your visit with Celestia?"

"It was pretty good, actually." Spike shrugged, leaning back once more. "I didn't really get any answers, but she and I shared some tea in public, so I know those ponies think I'm not so much of a threat anymore."

"You think they view you as a threat?"

"It kinda felt that way the other day." Spike grumbled, swirling his own glass. Luna had already almost caught up to where he was, so he took another sip. "Some of the looks I was getting were just... Rude."

"Canterlites are like that." Luna shrugged. "They fear change and new things. Some of them have reacted much more openly in the past. The fact that none of them outright attacked you means they don't fear you as much as the yare just shocked by you. It will pass in time, I assure you."

"I sure hope so." Spike took another sip, finding he was coming to like the bite of the wine. He knew this would soon take hold of him, and he'd be pleasantly loopy before long. Already, the room was cast in a sultry glaze, and he met Luna's eye across the table. She held his gaze for a long while before taking another bold sip, putting her glass under the halfway mark. Spike knew that once those glasses were empty, he'd get what he was looking for. But that was in a little while. They had to finish them first. Luna spoke again.

"Anything else you wanted to tell me about your visit with my sister?"

"Oh, she's going to teach me. Well, I say 'teach' loosely... She plans on helping me discover my magic, and how to control it."

"Ah huh." Luna grinned at him. "So you're taking lessons from both of us now."

"Huh?" Spike perked up at her just as she lifted her glass and downed the rest of the wine. "What do you mean from both of you?"

"Spike," She set her glass down with a clink, her horn glowing. Spike felt his own glass slip out of his claw to rest beside hers. "Don't be naive. I know why you wanted to see me today."

"To get laid, I thought we already-"

"No, Spike." She grinned at him. "You wanted to see me so you could practice."

"I... I..." Realization dawned on him. "You're offering to-"

"To teach you how to please a mare." Luna affirmed, slowly slipping around the table. Spike tensed up as her horn glimmered again, sliding his chair back and around to face her. She advanced on him, planting her hooves on his thighs. Her face was an inch from his, her chest pressed tight to his own. "The right way."

His erection slid forth slowly, coming to a pulsating rest on his stomach. Spike swallowed hard, feeling that same sense of sexual intimidation he did around Luna. She was so much older and experienced than him; he knew he didn't have a chance in the heavens of ever pleasing her properly.

But if she showed him how, and Spike could learn how to please her 'the right way...'

There wasn't a mare in the world who could handle him.

"I'll be on your bed." Luna glanced down at the throbbing pink shaft of flesh, a devious grin on her lips. "Keep him out. I dare say you're going to need it."

She was gone in a puff of shadow, leaving Spike in his chair with hardly an ounce of strength left. He felt cold in her absence, and that wasn't a good thing for a dragon to feel. But the heat came back readily, in the form of his raging desire. Nothing was going to stop him from following up with Luna now... He gave himself thirty seconds before standing up, carefully replacing his chair, and walking with measured steps towards his bedroom.

True to her word, Luna was waiting for him. She sat on the edge of the mattress, her legs dangling over side. She was utterly exposed to him, both her forehooves indenting the sheets as she lay back. Upon seeing him walk in, Luna grinned. "Good," She cooed. "You kept him up... Now, Spike, lesson one in pleasing a mare:" She lifted a hoof to make her point. "Make sure she's good and ready. I won't go into specifics about how to lure a mare to your bed, unless you really need it. So, once we're at this point..." She spread her legs even wider, giving Spike an unblemished view of her petite sex. "You need to make sure you're ready to advance..."

"Aah..." Spike inhaled the scent of Luna's arousal. There was no doubt she was prepared. A bead of secretion dribbled down her glistening labia, following the curve of her thigh into the sheets. As Spike advanced, his eyes flickered between Luna's gorgeous face and her pulsating vagina. "You... Look about ready to me..."

"Oh sure, I am..." Luna flicked his nose. "But I'm not your average mare. How do you tell a mare is ready, Spike?"

"I... I guess you check and see if they're wet...?"

"So check." Luna's horn leapt to life and she grasped his claw, forcing it against her crotch. Spike gasped as he felt the molten warmth of her dripping cunt slide over his exposed talon. She was positively dripping, more than ready. Just seeing her in this state made Spike ache with the need to fill her up. Instead, he worked his claw against her, listening to the thin moans his tender motions elicited.

"There you go," She whispered breathlessly. Her hoof fell back into the sheets, her head rolling back in bliss. "Just like that... If a mare isn't wet, Spike, you need to make her wet. I know from our past endeavors you're skilled in cunnilingus. So if your claws don't do it..."

"AAH-Hmmph!" Spike's gasp was quickly muffled as Luna's magic took hold of his face, shoving it between her thighs roughly.

"Your tongue will. Get to it, Spike."

"Haah-oohmp." Spike set to his task gladly. Second only to intercourse, eating a mare out was indeed his favorite thing. Twilight, Applebloom, and the others had told him his tongue was unlike any other's. Sure enough, the thin, muscular cord was not a normal tongue by any means. Spike had learned to use every inch of that particular appendage, and had managed to tongue Applebloom into submission several times over their intimate history. Licking an Earth Pony to orgasm was a feat not a lot could say they had accomplished. Spike had done so more times than he cared to count.

Thus, when he began licking Luna, his desire erupted into fruition. He doubled his tongue back and pushed the rounded edge against Luna's pulsating slit, sliding into her with ease. A normal mare would take more preparation than that, but Luna was wet enough to douse an acre of farmland. He slid in with ease, and the princess had no complaints. Once inside, Spike undulated his tongue, sliding the underside of his slobbery appendage along the roof of Luna's love canal until he had fully extended it. He reached all the way inside of her, to the back portion of her canal where it turned up to meet the princess' cervix. He still had room to work with, but most mares had never been touched that deeply in their lives.

Instead, Spike curled up the last half of his tongue, grinding it up and down Luna's pubis. The effect was clitoral manipulation and a miniature waterfall of feminine ejaculate.

"SPIKE!" Luna gasped, suddering atop the sheets. He grinned up at her, pulling his tongue out nice and slowly.

"One already?"

"You devious little reptile," She panted, looking down at him with a giddy expression. "Who taught you that?"

"Practice, I suppose..." Spike licked his lips, savoring the taste of Luna on his tongue. His cock was oozing pre by now, begging to be paid attention. It took everything he had to avoid stroking himself then and there, helped by the fact that he knew Luna would be displeased if he did.

"Hmm. Good. Well, that's step one nice and covered." Luna pushed herself forward, shoving Spike backwards easily. They landed on the thin carpet with Luna astride him, his erection pressed between her slick hips and the scales on his stomach. "Let's go ahead and skip to the final lesson."

"What's the final-aah!" Spike gasped as Luna ground her hips down against him, flattening his rod between them. She continued grinding upwards, dragging her oozing cunt all along the underside of his shaft. She didn't stop until her hole had passed his tip, pressing tantalizingly against her tailhole. She arched an eyebrow down at him, her hips dropping back just a bit to tease him with entry.

"The final lesson, my faithful student..." Luna cooed, backing up another step. "Is anal."

"Oh... Oooooohh..." Spike's realization turned into a groan as Luna began backing herself up onto his cock, slowly gliding her tailhole down his entire length. She lifted her forehooves off of the ground, instead resting them on his chest. Spike was treated with the whole view of Luna's luscious form, from the tip of her horn down to the joint of their bodies, where his cock disappeared into her anus. Her vagina poised just over the scales on his stomach, still oozing fluid onto the pale-colored reptilian plates below. Spike could feel each drop as it impacted him.

"That's more like it." Luna moaned. "Feels like it's been ages..."

"When... Aah... Was your last?" Spike whimpered, his claws fighting to rise up to her hips. He kept them on the ground, though he had to curl them into fists.

"You." She answered simply. "The potions and Ponyville..."

"That was almost three months ago..." Spike looked up at her. Luna's eyes slid down to him, and another devious grin crossed her lips.

"I know."

With that, Luna's hips bottomed out on his stomach. Spike gasped and flexed inside of her, feeling each ridge of her anus hugging him tightly. Luna's ass was molten inside, hot enough to probably scorch a lesser being. Spike grunted as she repeated the motion, gyrating her hips in addition to slamming them down against him. The impact wasn't felt in favor of the pleasure gripping every last inch of his dragonhood, though. Luna settled into a rhythm, picking up the pace and intensity as she slammed herself down onto him time and again.

Nopony could have withstood that onslaught of pleasure. Spike grunted as his seed erupted inside of her, spurting forth with several intense blasts of steamy cum. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he went limp underneath her, his muscles robbed of any sense of coordination. Luna herself appeared to reach a climax as well, if her ear-wrenching scream was any indication. She shuddered atop him, dribbling a thin stream of cum onto his stomach. His scales were slick with it, and he felt her anus clench his cock so tight he feared he wouldn't be able to emit any more release.

When the orgasmic high receded to leave the two of them panting and grinning like schoolfillies, Spike finally rested his claws on Luna's waist.

"That was incredible..."

"For skipping to the last step you performed well." Luna teased, slowly bringing herself up and off of Spike's softening pillar of flesh. "But I think you need to brush up on the ones between."

"Eep."

Spike limped towards the door as the persistent knocking came once more, pounding into his overly-sensitive head. He pulled the door open, only to be greeted by a very obtrusive spear and the angry-looking guard pony holding it.

"You there! Dragon! We've had reports of screaming coming here!" Spike backed up, immediately raising his claws into the air. The guard followed, keeping the spear pointed straight at his throat. "Students passing by reported screams coming from this library! Explain yourself!"

Several more guards filed in behind him, each of them fanning out into the library to sweep the interior. Spike was pushed backwards until he hit the book case, the spear tickling the scales on his neck.

"Look, I know we were being noisy..."

"NOISY?!" The guard held the blade against his neck. "There were screams! Loud ones!"

"Excuse me."

Everypony froze.

Luna strode into the room, still wiping the remains of their last session from her face, and smelling like a cheap whorehouse on a busy night.

"Everything's fine here. I suggest you leave. I'm not finished with Spike just yet."