Royal Relaxation

by Knife Edge Productions

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Princess Celestia, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Princess Luna
Length: 2931

Spike works hard as Twilight's assistant, so she sends him for a week or R and R in Canterlot to show how much she appreciates his hard work.

Spike has always been there for his friends. (Or at least whenever they invite him.) He's worked as Twilight Sparkle's personal assistant for as long as he can remember, and it's been a while since he's had some time to unwind. After checking ahead with her mentor, Twilight sends Spike to spend a week as a personal guest of the Princesses of Canterlot Castle to be pampered beyond his wildest dreams.

Featured on 9/6/2015!

Published 2015-09-05 19:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-06 14:14:32 UTC

In Good Hands

Spike chuckled to himself as he strode through the halls of Canterlot Castle. It’d been a while since he’d been away from Ponyville. Twilight, having felt guilty for having overworked her assistant for so long, sent him to Canterlot for some much needed rest and relaxation. Of course, the room he and Twilight had shared before they’d moved out had been kept for them, so he had a sizeable space to unwind in.

His room looked exactly the way he’d left it when he’d left, save for an upgraded bed, a plush queen sized bed set had replaced his old twin mattress. On it sat a piece of rolled up parchment bearing the seal of Princess Celestia. Spike unfurled the note and smiled as he read it.

Dear Spike,

Twilight has told me how hard you’ve been working lately, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the help you’ve given her for all these years. It’s been too long since you’ve been here as our guest. After you’ve settled in, come see me in the entertainment room. We'll catch up over a movie.
~Tia

Spike was one of a very select few to be on such an informal basis with the solar princess. As Twilight’s assistant, he’d sat in on several of her lessons, and had even gotten some one on one time with Celestia once his own magical talents had begun to manifest themselves.

He pocketed the note and proceeded to take a quick shower before redressing in a pair of jeans and a violet t-shirt and headed to the princess’s private entertainment room at a brisk walk, so as not to keep his hostess waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary.

Celestia was seated on a large, plush pink couch when Spike entered the rather spacious room, which was filled wall to wall with arcade cabinets ranging in age and type. The thought of Princess Luna spending hours on end glued to one of the games, trying like hell to beat some world record or another made Spike smile. She’d become quite the fan of gaming since her return from the moon, and had, in the years that followed, become pretty good at it.

“Spike!” Celestia’s voice brought Spike’s mind back to why he was here. He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw her. “It’s so nice to see you! It’s been far too long.!”

Princess Celestia had always been a sexual icon in Equestria, and the rest of the world for that matter. The princess normally wore a white flowing dress when she addressed the public, but today she wasn’t addressing the public, and it definitely showed. Today she wore a pair of form-hugging yoga pants and a tight, navel-bearing gray t-shirt bearing the slogan “Barely Legal Beauty”.

“Uhm…” Spike stammered, unsure what to say, having never seen her like this. “Hi, Princess.” was just about all he could manage.

“Spike, you know you can relax here, right? There’s no need to be so formal.” Celestia patted the seat next to her. “Come have a seat. We’ll figure out a movie to watch.”

“Sorry, Celestia.” Spike said and took a seat a little further away from her than she had indicated. “It’s been a while, I guess. I’m not used to castle life anymore.”

Celestia seemed to consider this for a moment before responding. “You’ve never had to be formal with me, Spike.” She said, scooting closer to him and hugging him around his shoulder. “You’ve only lived with me for most of your life.”

Spike’s face reddened at their sudden closeness. Celestia was considerably taller than the young man, and so her hug put him at eye level with her rather sizable chest. Were he to turn his head, his nose would graze her right breast through her thin cotton shirt.
“You’re not relaxing, Spike.” she said, chuckling. “I think I have just the movie for this.” She stood up, her breast brushing the side of his head as she did, and walked to the shelves of DVDs in a compartment under the wall mounted television.

Spike had to make an effort not to watch the princess walk across the room. The way she moved made her hips sway in such a way that it seems they generated their own gravitational pull. He felt his jeans tighten, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, doing his best to hide his shame.

“Where did I put it...?” Celestia asked herself aloud as she scanned the top shelves. “Hmm… Where could you be?”

What Spike saw next was enough to make his mind go blank for a moment. His throat tightened and he felt like his skull might burst. Celestia had bent over at the waist and was searching the lower shelves with her butt stuck in the air like a glorious, mouth-watering beacon. The tightness in Spike’s jeans seemed to increase exponentially the moment he laid eyes on it.

Of course, Celestia was aware of the effect she had on men, and indeed, many women as well. She knew what she looked like, and she had heard several of the guards and castle staff whisper amongst themselves about what they would do to her when they thought she couldn’t hear them. She smiled deviously, subtly casting her eyes back to the poor nervous wreck all but squirming on her couch, and began to waggle her hips to and fro.

Spike felt like he was on fire. His mind raced, trying to rationalize the situation. Was the princess coming on to him? She’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in him before. Or had Spike just not noticed it before?

“Aha!” Celestia exclaimed, selecting a box and pretending not to notice Spike’s eyes on her. She put the disc into the TV without telling Spike what she’d chosen, and returned to her seat on the couch, this time not so close to her guest. “You’ll love this movie, Spike. I promise.” she said, and turned on the TV.

And winked.

Alright, Spike, old buddy, Spike thought. Just watch a movie. She was just teasing you. You’re just gonna watch a movie and everything’s going to be just fine. No more awkwardness. Just watch the movie.

Then the movie started, and Spike nearly leapt out of his skin. “What the-!?” he exclaimed. On the screen, was Princess Celestia, dressed in skimpy, white lingerie, seated on the edge of a soft-looking bed. Her long, beautiful legs were crossed at the knees.
“Hello, Spike.” The television Celestia giggled. “I must admit I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see this.” She blew him a kiss and gave a sultry wink. “Don’t take your eyes off of me until I tell you to.” she commanded.

Spike sat in stunned silence. He had no idea how to respond to this. He’d expected to sit down with an old friend and catch up over a good movie, and here he was watching a personalized video of one of the most sought-after women in the free world, in which she was beginning to softly massage her thighs, and letting out a series of small moans. The display was mesmerizing. He didn’t find it difficult in the least to obey her orders, until he felt Celestia’s hand on the crotch of his jeans.

“If you look away, I’ll be very disappointed with you.” Celestia said seductively, her voice right next to his ear; her breath hot and wet on his skin. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your Princess, would you, Spike?” She began to slowly massage his now throbbing shaft with her fingertips, tracing its outline with her fingers.

“N-no, of course n-not!” Spike stammered, trying to keep his eyes on the television.

“You’ve always been such a good boy to my Twilight and I, Spike.” she purred. “You’re always going above and beyond to please the people around you.” She kissed him on the neck, softly, just brushing his skin with her soft lips.

“So I decided-“ the television Celestia said, stifling a moan, as if she could hear herself speak next to the shocked teenager, “to reward you for all you’ve done.” Her hands moved like they were possessed, rubbing herself all over now. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her top.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for your eighteenth birthday celebration.” Celestia cooed, her fingers now tracing Spike’s zipper. “Just relax, and let me give you your present.”

Spike simply sat still, trying to stay calm and focus on the video as the princess slowly pulled down his zipper, the act seeming to take an eternity. On the TV, the princess had begun to shed the small amount of clothing she’d been wearing, exposing her perfect, glistening womanhood. She wasted no time in plunging two fingers into her dripping sex, moaning loudly as they went. With her free hand she slowly kneaded the flesh of her right breast.

Spike yelped as Celestia’s hand snaked into his now open fly and through his boxers to retrieve her prize. She almost laughed at his reaction.
“You don’t sound relaxed,” she said, finally freeing the young man’s rock-hard cock from its denim prison. She arched an eyebrow at the sheer mass of the meat pole in her hand. “but I guess that’s a plus in some areas, isn’t it?” she teased, giving him a few slow strokes, just brushing his shaft with her slender fingers. “There be dragons…” she mused. “I have to say, I’m impressed.” With her other hand she freed Spike’s balls as well, and began to fondle them.

Spike’s mind went blank as Celestia began stroking him faster. His eyes rolled back in his head and he began to lose focus on the TV. He let out a series of small grunts in time with the princess’s ministrations, and his vision began to blur with the effort it took to keep his eyes from her work.

“You’ve been struggling to focus.” Celestia noted before spitting on the head of Spike’s cock to lube it up, making her hand glide more smoothly along his skin. The teenager’s mouth moved as he tried to respond, but he was cut off by another assault on his neck by the princess’s luscious lips. “I went through so much trouble to make a special movie for you,” she said between kisses, “and you’re not even watching it.”

“W-well,” Spike stuttered, starting to get better control over his breathing. “y-you’re distracting me.” He let out a long, slow grunt of pleasure as Celestia began to roll her thumb over the head of his cock.

“I’m distracting you?” Celestia giggled. “Honey, I’m not the one with a massive erection, am I?” She rested her head on Spike’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I knew you had dragon blood in your veins, but this thing’s enormous!” she exclaimed.

“Uh… Thanks?” Spike said, unsure what the proper response to such a comment was.

Before her partner could react, Celestia broke contact with Spike entirely, standing and turning the television off with her magic. “I think we’re at the point where you don’t need that anymore.” she said.

Spike took this momentary reprieve to catch his breath and assess the situation. He was getting a handjob from a woman viewed by most as a goddess given flesh. He could deal with that, he thought. It was happening, and the princess wanted him to relax and enjoy the experience. She’d put a lot of work into this, and he’d feel bad if he ruined it for her. He sat completely still, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Close your eyes, Spike.” Celestia said, and her ward didn’t hesitate to oblige her. A few moments of silence passed, filling Spike with an awkward sense of anticipation. “You can look at me now.” she said at last,

I have seen the face of God, and it is magnificent. Spike thought when he opened his eyes. Celestia stood in front of him, having shed her t-shirt. Her arms were cradling her D-cup breasts, propping them up. The wicked look in her eyes combined with a coy smirk told Spike everything.

I know they’re beautiful. it said. They’re right here. Why don’t you touch them?

“What do you think?” asked the princess, winking and hopping up and down to make her glorious chest bounce alluringly.

Spike’s eyes followed the massive globes as they jiggled. The princess’s skin was absolutely flawless! Every inch of her upper body was a uniform golden-brown; not a single tan line or blemish. Tiny beads of sweat were forming at the top of the valley between her breasts, and the young man felt his mouth start to water. “Wow.” he said.

The princess arched an eyebrow and frowned at him. “That’s all you can say?” She sat back down next to Spike, whose eyes never seemed to waiver from her chest as she moved.

Spike chuckled nervously. “Well, yeah.” he said. “I must admit, words fail me at this particular moment.”
Celestia laughed, and jiggled. “You don’t need to be nervous, and you don’t need to wait for my permission.” she said. She took Spike’s hand and placed it on her right breast, and squeezed softly.

The feeling was indescribable. Celestia’s breasts were the stuff of legend among the hormonal masses, and here Spike sat, fondling them with his cock out. She moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her flesh. The softest satin bedsheets didn’t compare to her skin. Her breasts were firm and perfectly balanced, and Spike couldn’t resist the urge to pinch the large, erect nipple, eliciting a yelp.
“There you go.” Celestia cooed, leaning in and kissing Spike on the lips, her tongue immediately pushing into his mouth and locking with his own. She began to jerk Spike off in earnest now, pumping vigorously with both hands wrapped around his eight inch length. She broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes, her devious smile once again gracing her features. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you Spike?” she purred. “You’re always taking care of everyone. You’ve been so good lately that I don’t think this is enough of a reward.”

Spike felt a pressure gathering at the base of his cock, and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The Princess released his shaft from her death grip and pulled him into a standing position in front of the couch. She pulled him into another brief kiss before slowly dropping to her knees, so that her chest was level with Spike’s cock. She began to slowly tit-fuck him without breaking eye contact. He began to pump his hips in time with her motions, both letting out a series of grunts and moans that mingled together in a chorus of ecstasy.

“Cum for me, Spike.” Celestia moaned as she doubled the speed of her attentions. Spike’s face was scrunched in concentration, and Celestia knew he was trying his damndest to hold back. She smiled, and took the head of his cock into her mouth as she continued to tit-fuck him.

The sudden addition of Celestia’s warm, wet mouth sent Spike surging over the edge. He let out a loud, throaty moan as he fired shot after shot of thick, hot seed into her mouth. Celestia loosed a moan of her own, sending shivers into Spike’s now ultra-sensitive shaft as his balls emptied. She released Spike’s tip from her mouth and looked up at his face with her mouth open. She swirled her tongue around lewdly, showing Spike the dense load before gulping it down. She opened her mouth again and stuck out her now clean tongue, as if to prove she’d really done something so unladylike.

Spike went suddenly weak at the knees and plopped back down on the plush couch cushion. He sat for a moment in dazed silence, his now shrinking, yet still sizable cock sat limp outside his pants. Celestia smiled, lust still visible in her expression as she turned his head to face her.
“You’re an invaluable assistant to Twilight, Spike.” She kissed him on the lips again, fully aware her mouth tasted like cum. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he kissed her back just as hard, tongues wrestling for control. She broke the kiss and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I have something I think you can assist me with.”

“Anything.” Spike said breathlessly.

“Good.” Celestia said, pulling away and standing. She put her shirt back on and started to leave the room. Spike watched her go, her perfect hindquarters swaying invitingly as she went. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder, another devilish grin on her face. “Luna and I will see you at seven in the west dining hall. Dress well. Oh, and remember to eat a lot of pineapple.” She left without another word.

Author's Note

May or may not call this story complete here. Not sure, really. Depends on how this chapter goes. It should be noted that this is my first attempt at a story with any sort of sexual content in it at all, so be gentle with your reviews please. Always looking for kind criticism and if anyone would like to edit this or any subsequent chapters, hit me up and I'll see about that.

Also, if anyone has some cover art that'd go well with this, send that my way too if you'd be so kind.