Light of the Sun, Fire of a Dragon

by Ekhidna

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Princess Celestia, Sex, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 7912

Spike and Celestia share an afternoon during mothers day in their own special way.

Celestia. Princess of Equestria, Goddess of the Sun, wise ruler, loving sister. A proud mother.

Spike. Assistant of Princess Twilight Sparkle, Hero of the Crystal Empire, loyal friend, self-proclaimed Guardian of the Bearers. A dutiful son.

For Spike and Celestia, spending time is difficult, especially when it comes to holidays or other related events. One such day has come and decide to share it in their own special way. The occasion? Mother's day.

*If you are feeling generous you can buy me a Ko-Fi!!

*Humanized*

Published 2016-08-18 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-18 23:50:01 UTC

What We Are

Light of the Sun, Fire of a Dragon

The maids and guards alike couldn’t help but glance at the familiar young man known as Spike currently strolling down the main hallway towards the throne room. No one really questioned why he was going there since he had royal authorization from Princess Celestia herself to go where he pleased inside the castle. What made them look his way was the bright smile on his face and the rectangular box wrapped with a colorful paper and a rose ribbon.

He was wearing a purple suit, black squared pointe shoes, and a matching set of purple pants that fit his slender form like a glove. His hair was bright green and pointy while his eyes, green and shining like emeralds, held a gentle light to them that, more often than not, caused the maids to blush whenever he offered a friendly wave their way.

His size was also another noticeable characteristic. All of the older staff could hardly believe he had managed to grow to his size, considering he was five feet two inches barely two years ago. Yet now he stood at an impressive seven feet four inches. Just a couple of inches smaller than Princess Celestia herself. How or why he got such an extreme growth spurt no one knows.

The guards standing at the doors of the throne room stepped aside, their hands shimmering with magic a moment before the doors opened.

Spike stepped inside the room thanking the guards in the process. Once inside, he saw Celestia sitting on her throne reading through a stack of papers held by her secretary. So engrossed she was with her work that she didn’t noticed him until Spike cleared his throat at the bottom of the stairs leading to her throne.

Celestia leaned her head to the side to look behind the paper currently in front of her face. Her lips curled into a happy smile before she got up. Her secretary took away the paper letting the princess stand up freely. Spike noticed Celestia was wearing her usual pristine white dress that hugged her hourglass figure quite snuggly. He also noticed that, as always, she was barefoot.

Princess Celestia was truly built like an amazonian supermodel. And that was a fact everyone in the world knew. What with her large H-cup breasts being held in place by her dress giving a limited view of her cleavage, her wide hips and slim waist, her bountiful, firm rump, her long, slender, graceful legs. Add to that her magenta eyes, her soft looking, milky white skin, her natural beauty that doesn’t require the aid of makeup aside from lipstick, and her unique multicolored flowing hair giving her a mystic charm. Not to mention her welcoming and friendly attitude, pleasing smile, intelligence, and dedication to all her subjects made her the ideal beacon of beauty and humility of Equestria. Even if her size was imposing most of the time.

On Celestia’s back, two large golden light wings spread out before she leapt down the stairs only to land gently in front of Spike. The boy crooked his head up slightly to look directly at her eye to eye.

Before he could say anything, the Sun Princess wrapped her arms around his back pulling him into a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you, Spike.” She said with a motherly tone as Spike returned the hug resting his head against her left shoulder; getting his face full of hair in the process.

“It’s good to see you too, Princess!” Spike replied happily while Celestia’s breasts were pressed against his chest.

“Look at you! So tall and handsome.” Celestia said ending the hug making Spike blush a little.

Spike’s blush vanished replaced by a smirk and a lifted eyebrow. “You’re one to talk, Princess Beauty.”

The two of them shared a short laugh before Spike presented his right arm to her, which she gladly took now standing next to him arm-locked.

“A moment, Spike. Ink Scroll, I’ll be taking the rest of the day off.” Ink Scroll replied with a ‘Of course, your majesty’. “Lieutenant Barrage, please inform Captain Glassy Punch I must not be disturbed unless it’s an emergency.” The guard saluted exclaiming an ‘At once!’ before walking off.

With that said, Celestia and Spike started to walk at the same relaxed pace until they reached the doors leading to the Window Hallway. Together they walked occasionally stopping to watch one of the stained windows that pictured a turning point on Equestria’s history. It wasn’t until they reached the southern exit of the castle that Spike ended the soothing, welcomed silence between them.

“Glassy Punch?”

“He he, I thought you’d never ask. Don’t let his name fool you, he’s an Earth Blood and a formidable captain. He’s almost as good as Shining Armor in fact. That reminds me, I thought you were still with the Sparkles.”

“I was, but they wanted to go see a movie auntie Velvet was dying to go see. They invited me, but I had a very special person of my own to come see.” Spike said smiling at Celestia.

Celestia looked at him with her only visible eye for a moment or two. “Velvet and Cadance said they were going shopping afterwards, didn’t they?”

Spike let out a defeated sigh, his lips curling into tiny smile. “You know me too well.”

Celestia giggled. “That’s because I’m older, wiser, and your mother.” She then leaned to kiss his cheek for several seconds. When she parted she left a printed rosy lipstick mark on it.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Here.” Using his free hand Spike presented his gift to her. “Happy Mother’s Day, mom.”

“You shouldn’t have, Spike.” Celestia took the gift with her magic and teleported it away. “Gifts are nice, but spending time with my dashing son is more than enough gift for me.”

“Sure, sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try my best to give you a nice gift! Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to find something worthwhile for a woman that can get anything she wants?”

“Of course I do. Picking a gift for Luna is always a nightmare.”

“I was talking about you, mom.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” Celestia giggled while Spike snickered. “You’re not going to wipe your cheek?” She asked as they arrived at the stairs leading towards the ample statue garden outside the great maze. Celestia could see several families admiring the statues or having a picnic of sorts. She also spotted groups of three or just couples of sons and/or daughters walking by with their respectives mothers. A gentle smile adorned her lips seeing such happiness all around her.

“And miss out the chance to show it off? As if.” Spike said in a cocky tone presenting his kissed cheek. “Besides, I don’t feel shame showing a mark of my mother’s love.”

“You’ve been practicing with that silver tongue of yours, haven’t you?” She teased while waving at a few of her subjects that had spotted her. Thankfully, they were wrapped up on their own musings or had the tact to not interfere with whatever she was doing.

“I don’t need to practice. It’s my own natural charm.” He then closed his eyes and rubbed one with his free hand.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nah, it’s just that I forgot my sunglasses.” Spike opened his eyes to see Celestia’s confused expression. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk. “Now I’m gonna go blind for looking at your radiant beauty all day long. Not that I mind though.”

“My, my, whoever taught you to be such a flirt? I don’t remember you being so straightforward last time you came to visit, honey.”

“When you’re around Discord some things tend to stick with you. Sometimes literally.”

They stopped once they spotted a free bench to sat on. Celestia then rested her head against Spike’s closing her eyes in the process. Their arm-lock opened letting their hands reach each other with their fingers interlaced.

“As long as you don’t keep anything else from him I won’t mind.” Celestia took a deep breath through her nostrils letting it all out in a pleased exhale moments later. “It really is a nice day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I’m glad we can spend time together like this more often now, mom. If there’s one thing I missed when Twilight and I moved to Ponyville, then that one thing is you.” Spike said tightening his grip.

“I missed you too, Spikey. To see my darling little angel leave me to do his duty...I wanted to cry, but I felt so proud of you for doing so.” She hummed placing her other hand on top of their hand-lock. “It’s like it was yesterday when I held you in my arms feeding you, but now you are almost as tall as I am! You’ve grown so much, Spike, in every sense of the word. Now you’re twenty four and you’ve done so much on your own.”

Spike hummed. “Yeah, I have, but only because I have fantastic friends, a wonderful home, and a loving mother.” Silence fell between the two of them for several moments until Spike sighed. “Alright, spill it out.”

Celestia couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve become quite perceptive, Spike.”

“I wonder how could that happen? I mean, it’s not like you, Twilight, Discord, Rarity and the constant threats to Equestria taught me to be so.” Spike in a sardonic way. “Seriously though, why are you so nervous?”

“How do you know that?”

“Your hand is sweating. It only happens when you’re nervous.” Spike said gripping her hand tightly while the fingers of her free hands caressed the backside of his hand.

“...You’ve really grown a lot.” Celestia sighed. “Spike, after years of searching I finally found who your real parents are.”

“A...are you completely sure? No doubts about it?” Spike asked with no surprise or hesitation, in fact he did so in a neutral tone.

“One hundred percent.” Celestia answered as her heart began to pound faster and faster.

“Anyone else knows?” Spike asked in that same tone.

“I’m the only one that knows.” Celestia opened her eyes to look at her son. They turned wide when she saw the smile he had on his face looking directly at her.

“Then leave it that way. I don’t want to know who they are or why they left me in the Badlands as a newborn. I may have wanted to know when I was a kid, but looking back it never really mattered.” Spike leaned to give Celestia a chaste kiss on her cheek. “You’re my mom; now and always, and nothing is going to change that.” The green haired boy let go of her hand to wrap his arms around her back pulling Celestia into a warm hug.

Celestia, not one to be outdone, returned the hug with the same intensity. After a few moments Celestia pulled away revealing the tears swelling in her eyes before she assaulted Spike’s face with a barrage of kisses. Eventually, Celestia pulled back cleaning away the remaining tear stains.

“Thank you, Spike, for saying that.”

“I only spoke the truth. Because I’m the one who should be thanking you for allowing me to be your son. And not just you, Twilight and Shining are my older siblings. I also have two amazing aunts, a wacky uncle, two incredible cousins, and I’m even an uncle now! I have a big happy family!” Spike then leaned until his lips were almost brushing against Celestia’s left ear. “Although, a baby brother or sister would be awesome, don’t you think so, Celestia?” He whispered with his voice turning husky and low when he said her name.

Almost instantly Celestia’s face turned red like an apple, a moment later her lips curled into a tiny knowing smile. “I’m sure it would, Spike.” She replied, her voice becoming firm yet gentle as she said his name.

“But not right now!” Spike said after he abruptly pulled back. “I asked Old Joe to bake us one of his famous donut cakes with extra sprinkles and double chocolate filling!”

Celestia’s stomach made itself present at the mention of such a delicious treat. Her blush retreated until only her cheeks were stained with red. “You pamper me too much, Spikey.”

“And you love it.”

“Yes, yes I do.”

Celestia rested her head against his for several minutes, both of them enjoying each other’s company as they heard the background talking and laughter of everyone around them. Eventually, Celestia got up pulling Spike with her.

“My fair lady, will you grant me the honor of escorting you towards your awaiting tasty confection?” Spike asked offering his arm again which Celestia took without hesitation.

Celestia couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. “You’re lucky I’m addicted to Old Joe’s donut cakes, otherwise I would leave you with blueberries all night long for ruining that touching moment, young man.”

“Good thing I know how to bribe you then!” Spike chortled afterwards while they started to walk away. “I’m sorry, for what is worth, it’s just that I couldn’t resist.”

“I couldn’t resist, either. How could I with my big, strong, lovable, handsome son at my side keeping me safe?” She then snuggled him causing Spike to blush a little.

“And here I thought I was the flirtatious one?” They both shared a quick chuckle before Spike kiss her cheek. “I love you, mom.”

“And I love you, my son.” Celestia was about to return the kiss when she noticed his face practically covered by her kiss-marks. “Oh dear.”

Spike smiled proudly, his chest puffing out. “Let the world envy me.”

Celestia shook her head before she kissed a small free spot on his cheek, the corner of her lips brushing against his for a split second. She pulled back, occasionally giggling taking notice of some of her subjects staring at Spike’s face as they made their way towards Old Joe’s shop.

The Sun Goddess embraced her son’s arm tighter while her aura seemed to turn brighter for some reason.

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“Mmmmmm~ That feels so good, Spikey.” Celestia moaned out loud while she sat straight on a stool. “You’ve improved your massaging techniques significantly.”

Spike, sitting behind her on a slightly taller stool, hummed while his fingers tended to his mother’s upper back, the back of her neck, and shoulders. Celestia had long since turned her hair into a more normal looking one, but by no means less unique, easing his job now that it didn’t flow by an invisible force. The two thick straps of her dress that rested over her collarbones were moved to the side, allowing the green haired man to tend to her without restrains. Her crown discarded resting on her counter.

“Holy Tartarus. Mom, when was the last time you took a proper break? I swear I can feel stress balls on your stress balls!” He said applying more pressure on the base of her neck. Celestia moaned in approval.

“A month agooooOOOooo~. Sadly, few can properly tend to me the way I need. It’s relaxing--Right there, sweetheart--and helps me put my mind at ease, if only momentarily.”

“But you need to be treated a bit more...roughly, right?” Spike said tending to the sides of her neck. “You Alicorn Bloods are tough cookies after all.”

“They treat me like I’m made out of glass.” Celestia sighed letting her son crack her neck producing several satisfying cracking noises. “Thank you, Spikey. I reaaaaally needed that.” Celestia said before she let out a short ladylike burp. “How embarrassing. Excuse me.” She told glancing back at her son looking sheepish.

Spike didn’t reply in words, but rather wrapped his arms below her massive breasts while he put his chin on her left collarbone, his hands rubbing her slim belly in slow circular motions. “No worries, it’s cool. I actually expected something louder and less refined after eating five entire cakes on your own. Sometimes I wonder if you and Pinkie are related or something.” He then kissed the side of her neck.

Spike closed his eyes after his mother began caressing his left cheek with one of her hands. He hummed enjoying her soft touch and the warmth that always irradiated from her body. Arriving at Old Joe’s shop (for the first time that is), Celestia proceeded to devour her special cake in a way no Princess should ever do. Meanwhile, he watched her enjoy herself in a way she so rarely could. After that they went for a quick walk through the nearby park, they spent a few minutes feeding the swans swimming in the pond.

Then, at Celestia’s request, they returned to Old Joe’s shop and spent the next few hours chatting about everything and nothing while eating cakes in the, thankfully, empty store. When they noticed it was getting late, Celestia used her magic to lower the sun allowing her sister to take her sweet time to rise the moon. Afterwards they made their way back to the castle where he offered his mother a well deserved massage.

“It sucks our options are so limited when it comes to spending time together, huh?” Spike said in a sad tone kissing Celestia’s neck again. “Remember three years ago when we went to that fancy restaurant in Restaurant Row?”

“We ended up doing everything but eat our own meals. My dear subjects can be so pushy sometimes” Celestia giggled feeling her son’s lips press against her cheek. “How about Heart’s Warming Eve last year?”

“Did we actually spent some time together that day? Mom, I keep telling you to skip out and come to Ponyville for Heart’s Warming. You’ll have a blast.” Spike said planting a kiss behind her ear. “When was the last time you had fun during Nightmare Night?”

“I can think on a certain one~” Celestia sang as Spike rubbed his cheek against hers.

“You tease~” Spike stopped rubbing her belly over her dress opting to instead press her back against his chest. They spent the following several moment in silence until Spike spoke up. “We’re fucked up, aren’t we?”

“Spike-”

“I know, I know. But...I mean...we have sex, mom. I know we don’t have any relation by blood, but you’re still my mother. You took me in, breastfed me, changed my diapers, sang me lullabies, told me bedtime stories, taught me how to control myself, educated me, and loved me as if I was truly your blood and flesh.Even if it was outside the political eye.” Spike said in a neutral tone. “I belong somewhere because of you. I love you as my mother.” Spike hugged her tight. “But I also love you as a woman. How fucked up is that!?”

Celestia didn’t answer, yet she never stopped caressing his cheek.

“And still we share a magical connection with my fire. So it kinda is like we’re really mother and son?” Spike groaned. “Is it wrong of me to love you this way, mom?”

“Does it feel wrong when we make love?” Celestia asked using her motherly tone. “Does it feel wrong we can love each other in more than one way, my son?”

“Fuck no.” Spike kissed her cheek. “I love you, mom.”

Celestia stopped caressing his cheek to take a hold of his lower jaw. They shifted on their seats a little while her hand guided his head freely. Soon she was glancing to her son while he did the same; their lips mere inches apart. “I love you too, Spike.” She then closed the gap between them pressing her soft, rosy lips against rougher ones. Their kiss lasted a couple of seconds before they reluctantly parted.

“You’re not the only one that feels the same way, my boy. The first night we shared our bodies I feared the worst.” Celestia kissed his lips for a split second.

“Tell me about it. Next morning I couldn’t think of anything to say, the only thing I could do was hug you and hope for the best.” Spike licked her bottom lip. “And we ended spending the entire day marking the bedroom...and the bathroom...and the closet.” He licked her lip again, but before he could pull his tongue back Celestia caught the forked tip and sucked on it for a few seconds.

A deep growl rumbled inside Spike’s throat before he dove capturing his mother’s lips in a sloppy kiss; his tongue dipping into her mouth capturing her own tongue in the process. As they kissed his hands moved from her navel to her sides, and slowly made their way up until he reached the top of her dress.

Celestia moaned when Spike janked down her dress freeing her large breasts making them bounce and jiggle a bit. She sucked his tongue while their lips moved and mashed against each other fervently; both uncaring of the wet, slurping noises they were making. Celestia was forced to moan again when Spike pressed his hands over her tits; his palms touching and caressing her areolas and hardening raspberry colored nipples while his fingers sank into her fleshy orbs as he squeezed them. Spike pulled back causing her to let an adorable whine in protest, but even she knew they couldn’t last much longer without breathing.

Their lips separated creating several bridges of their combined saliva. Celestia opened her eyes to find her son’s jaw drenched with their spit.

Much like my own is, she thought licking her lips lewdly. “Spikey, your dragon is showing.” She warned seeing his pupils and iris had turned into slits, plus his hair had turned spikier.

“Sorry.” He closed his eyes, breathed in, and the exhaled a puff of smoke. Reopening his eyes he returned to normal. “Though you can’t blame me for having a hard time controlling myself when I’m around you, mommy dearest.” Spike then moved his hands below her breasts cupping them repeatedly up and down.

“Mmmmm~ You really like mama’s breasts, don’t you?” Spike answered by licking his lips. “Let us get more comfortable, shall we?” With a flicker of magic she tossed Spike to her ample bad making him yelp at her sudden action. Before he landed she used her magic again to remove his clothes, leaving Spike completely nude and his clothes to appear folded atop a nearby couch.

Spike didn’t make a sound when he landed, he was too distracted by the sight of Celestia standing up letting her dress fall from her form; leaving only her white panties on. His heart pumped like a drum,his face felt warm with a blush, and his painfully hard erect shaft throbbed upon seeing the Sun Goddess walk up to him with a noticeable sway of her hips.

It wasn’t the first time, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last, he had seen her nude. Her’s was a vision of the utmost beauty many a man (and woman) would gladly kill to get a chance to see. Despite her stature, Celestia was still slim but, unlike many supermodels or beauty queens, her royal figure didn’t look unhealthy in the slightless. In fact, she had a fair amount of meat on her bones that, while it didn’t made her look chubby, it helped to accentuate her figure by volumes. Especially her wide, strong hips, her firm navel, her bountiful rump, her long, slender legs matched by strong and slightly muscular looking thighs, and her enormous chest. Her mystical hair giving her a whimsical look that created an hypnotizing allure he doubted someone could ignore, or resist. He sure as Tartarus couldn’t.

And here he was: staring at the most beautiful sight he had ever set his eyes upon once more.

Celestia, on her part, couldn’t stop her panties from getting wetter than they were already at the sight of her son lying on his back, eating her up from head to toe with his gaze. It did surprised her, in a good way, that underneath the suit he usually wore he wasn’t all skin and bones, as his slim, slender form lead to believe at first glance. He wasn’t much on the muscular side, but he did have an athletic build and firm, toned muscles to prove it. His skin shared the same color her’s did, maybe a tone whiter at most. His most impressive physical feature, however, had to be his impressive ten inch long penis with something around two and a half inches in width.

Her body trembled with desire at the thought to be loved entirely by him one more night.

She was about to climb on the bed with the intention to crawl to him, when Spike suddenly rolled to the side and reached for the present he had given her earlier in the day. Slightly off put, Celestia sat on her knees enjoying the view of Spike’s large testicles dangling as he moved and his firm, toned buttcheeks.

Before she could ask what he was doing he handed the present to her with a bright smile. Celestia opened it finding a rectangular box and a holiday card that read ‘Happy Mother’s Day!’, she immediately recognized Spike’s handwriting. She took the card and smiled to Spike before putting it on the nightstand with her magic before turning her attention to the box. It was completely white with no labels or logos. She gave Spike a confused look while he kept on staring at her expectantly sitting on a lotus position. Feeling it was something special for him, she decided to open the box without further questioning.

Celestia gasped when she saw what was inside. “H-how did you get your hands on this?” She asked pulling out a dark blue crystal bottle with a white band adorning its center. Unlike the box, the band had a single red five-pointed star. She put down the box in front of her before she pulled the cork off of the bottle and took a deep sniff at the free opening. Celestia sighed in delight before she pulled out a glass cup inside the box. She then poured a large amount of the liquid into the glass before drinking half of it in a matter of seconds.

“You like it?” Spike asked seeing the pleased expression of Celestia.

“It’s been centuries since I last had a taste of Avalanche. Where in the world did you find a bottle?” She asked before drinking the rest of the glass contents and refilling it again. While it was true she wasn’t a fan of alcoholic beverages, she did enjoy a fine wine every now and again. Avalanche was the exception to that rule, since she adored it from the moment it was first made and could drink gallons upon gallons per day. She almost single handedly provided the total production cost for making it in the first place. Sadly, one day the owners stopped producing it for a reason not even she knew.

Drinking another glass, she could still remember how she begged the owners to sell her the recipe, but to no avail, and thus the secret to produce Avalanche was buried with them. Several others tried to replicate the formula after hearing the tale of her ludicrous offers, but all of them came as cheap knockoffs that couldn’t even glimpse at the wine she had come to love as much as cakes. The following years she hunted down every last existing bottle, storing them for her own personal pleasure. The day the demon, the Nightmare, took control of her precious little sister, Luna, Celestia drained her reserves until merely a couple of bottles remained. The last time she drank it was over eight hundred years ago, and with it the last bottle on the planet was spent.

“Soooo delicious~” Celestia cheered serving herself a third glass. “Here, have a taste.” Celestia offered the glass for an instant but then she moved the glass to her lips and drank until her cheeks were a bit bloated with wine. She then used her magic to pull Spike to her until their lips were pressed together once again.

The sweet, minty yet spicy, and oddly refreshing taste of the wine flooded his mouth forcing him to gulp a good amount of it. Celestia’s tongue snaked its way into his mouth until she found his own appendage, starting yet another dance with the additional liquid washing their flavor buds. This time their kiss wasn’t sloppy, no, it was calm, slow, and passionate with practiced experience behind it. After about a minute later they separated leaving their faces apart by a couple of inches creating a single bridge connecting their mouths.

“It’s even more delicious now.” Spike said before leaning to lick her lips, only for her to pull out her tongue to meet with his halfway. Their tongues danced for several seconds, they themselves never breaking eye contact, until they pulled back completely. “I was going to save the surprise for your birthday, but I mastered the method last week, so why wait? Even with the recipe this wine is hard to get it right.”

“You have the recipe?” Celestia muttered wide-eyed. “Where did you find it?”

Spike smirked. “Let’s just say that I found out why the original owners ended the production last time I went to the Dragon Blood Lands. Long story short, Ember and I scrolled through some of the oldest treasure hoards for that cultural exchange Twilight set up, and I stumbled upon it by accident encased in crystal. I asked Ember if I could keep it, guess what she said?” Spike chuckled. “Now I’m the owner of the soon to open Spike Wine’s in Ponyville, with Avalanche sitting at the top.” Of course, she doesn’t have to know I actually spent five days searching for the thing, Spike added in his mind.

Celestia looked down at the bottle, then up at Spike with quivering lips. “Gotta admit something though, did you know Avalanche doesn’t need to be aged but it takes almost two months to make enough for a single bottle? One mistake and it’ll spoil, no wonder it’s so difficult to maaAAH!” Spike yelped in surprise the moment Celestia tackled him. It took him a moment or two to notice he was now on his back while Celestia sat on his lap, straddling his hard erection with her moist panties. “Talk about a majestic sight.” Spike said in a volume barely louder than a whisper seeing his mother’s figure being contrasted by the dim light of the fireplace.

Celestia smiled down at Spike while at the same time she moved her hips back and forth lazily, purposefully pressing down her weight and tearing weak grunts from him. She sat straight up never ceasing her motions, raised the bottle with one hand, and then began to drink it making a few droplets fall on her twin flesh balloons.

Spike straighten up until he managed to bury his head in between her massive jugs. He then proceeded to smother himself against her bare chest; using his left hand for support while his right gripped firmly her left asscheek. His lips began to kiss her soft, warm boobage stained by the wine while Celestia drank the last remains of her gift.

With a hearty moan Celestia finished her wine at the same time Spike’s lips latched on her erect left nipple, his tongue teasing and swirling as he sucked it gently. Using her magic to put aside the empty bottle and glass, she was free to use her hands to hold Spike in place while her fingers played with his hair. She began letting out a series of small moans at the combined efforts of Spike and her hips.

Spike suddenly stopped sucking on her nipple, not before giving one last strong flick with the tips of his tongue, nestled his chin comfortable in the valley of her breasts. Both mounds of flesh a few centimeters shy from capturing his entire head in a heavenly embrace. His expression turned dopey as he sniffed her a couple of times.

“I love your scent, mom. You smell like peaches, sunflowers, lavender, and avocados mixed together. I freaking love avocados.” He heard Celestia giggle making him smile. “It doesn’t hurt you taste even better. Speaking of which, may I have some of your sweet milk?” He pleaded with puppy eyes while his right hand moved from her rump to her left tit; his thumb and index finger pinching, pulling and twisting her nipple with care.

Celestia gave him a sad smile suppressing a moan. “Sorry, honey, but I’m ‘dry’ at the moment.”

Spike pouted. “Awwwww, I really wanted some!” He then moved his left arm behind her back pulling them both to lay sideways in the bed; his head still buried in boobage. He moved to suckle on her right breast taking into his mouth her nipple and areola. His other hand, meanwhile, was busy playing with her other nipple causing Celestia to embrace his head stronger, and drape her left leg over his hip.

Soon after, Spike began to suck hard on her tit using his teeth to tease and bite her tender nipple while his tongue flickered all over the tip. He smiled hearing the lusty moans of his mother and the increasing wetness in between her legs. Using his left hand he shifted their positions until he was on top of her. He then traced his left hand over her side, travelling down her hips, passing the string of her panties, down her firm thigh, moved it underside her knee, and with a forceful tug he spread her leg wide.

Spike pulled back still sucking hard on Celestia’s tit pulling up with him. A few centimeters later, her nipple was freed with an audible *pop* making her bosom bounce back in place. Not one to be easily outdone, Celestia took a firm hold of Spike’s head and lunged forward to capture his lips once more. They kissed passionately while their hands explored their each other’s body, occasionally squeezing, gripping, teasing, rubbing or prodding.

Celestia fell back, her long hair splayed over the sheets, letting Spike lay above her while his cock was sandwiched firmly between their bellies. They continued to make out for several minutes until she pulled him away causing him to look at her in confusion.

“Fuck me, Spike.” She commanded with a blush. “I need you to ruin my pussy and claim me yours right now.”

Spike blushed for a moment before giving her a lustful smirk. “What a naughty mother I have. Craving her son’s cock like she would a lover.” He leaned down to nip her upper lip. “You’re an evil princess, Celestia. First you say you can’t give me my hard earned milk, and now you deny me the chance to quench my thirst with your love juices? I’m so gonna worship your pussy tomorrow after we take a bath until I run you dry.” Spike ended with a chuckle while he pulled up to sit on knees while his legs spread apart supporting the weight of Celestia’s hips and legs with his lap.

“This coming from my son, who’s so eagerly humping his big, meaty penis desperate to plunge himself inside my vagina and fill my womb with his seed?” Celestia replied with a smirk as Spike moved her right leg over his left shoulder. With a wave of her hand her panties disappeared letting Spike see just how drenched her shaved vulva truly was. “I wonder what’s he waiting for?”

Spike moved his lower half back rubbing her clitoris with his shaft until it fell down, it’s head spreading her lips with ease and aligning with the entrance of her warm pussy. He stopped, taking a moment to admire his mother. She was breathing was slow but heavy, clearly as excited as he was, her chest moving up and down making her breasts move in a way that made him drool. He also noticed her adorable blush and the glistening her sweat gave to her pearly skin, her arms thrown back over her head giving him an even better view of her upper half. Her eyes, warm and welcoming, urged him to make love to her like he had done so several times over the past seven years.

Gods above, she’s beautiful, Spike thought swallowing a glob of spit caught in his throat. He moved his left hand up her raised leg lazily causing her to tremble slightly at his mild touch. His hand kept going until he reached the end of her thigh, then he embraced it firmly. Meanwhile, his right hand took a firm hold of her hip. Spike licked her calf lasciviously, the tangy taste of her sweat and her natural sweetness creating a nice mix for him to enjoy, causing Celestia to close her eyes and produce a throaty groan.

Without warning, Spike thrusted his hips sinking three entire inches of his dick inside her wet, welcoming cunt. They moaned out loud and stopped for a moment getting used to the sensations. Feeling calm again, Spike began to push inside grunting as he did.

Celestia gripped the sheets as her son’s cock pierced her snatch, spreading her velvety walls with his girth. She cooed in satisfaction, the itch burning inside her being dealt with swiftly, savoring inch after inch of her son’s rock hard phallus until, with a loud groan from his part, the tip of his member kissed her cervix.

“Hnnnnggaaah!” Celestia moaned in a manner unfitting for a princess of Equestria when their hips met. She could feel his large testes gently pressed against her rump; surely getting quite slippery from all the nectar she was producing. Her toes curled to an almost painful point, her heart racing so fast she thought it would explode at any moment.

“Nnng--Your pussy is so warm and wet, mom! It’s gripping me tight!” Spike panted.

“She’s happy to have some company again, that’s a-all.” Celestia said trying to move her hips around with little success. “Come on, Spike, don’t make me beg.” Celestia closed her eyes moving her left hand to grip the wrist of his right arm.

“Ah-ah-ah, what’s the magic word?” Spike winked.

Celestia gulped. “Please?” Not a second later she said that word, Spike pulled back half of his throbbing manhood and then rammed it back inside her burning hot sex with one hard thrust. Celestia practically yelled in pleasure before Spike repeated the motion. And again. And again. The wet slaps of their hips meeting with each thrust filled the room along the raunchy smell of sex.

Spike moaned and groaned maintaining a stable rhythm of spearing his mother’s snatch over and over. The moans she made, her bouncing tits, her scent, and the look of absolute bliss she was giving him only served to fuel the fire inside him further. He clenched his teeth tight feeling her unnatural strength gripping his wrist.

Man, she’s already going to cum? Spike thought closing his eyes as he increased the speed of his thrusts. In turn, this change also increased the volume of Celestia’s moans, and made her wrap her left leg behind his back pushing him onwards.

Despite what many assumed, he knew his mother didn’t share her bed with a guard each night, nor she was a wild, cruel mistress in the shack or some kind of depraved mastermind. The truth, like in many cases, was rather different. In fact, despite her many millennia of experience, Celestia was quite the vanilla type of woman in bed. Granted, she could get wild sometimes, loved to flirt and tease, had the stamina to last an entire night of sex, had no problems experimenting with new things or roleplaying, but her prefered method was always sweet, calm, emotional, and meaningful love making with lots of cuddling afterwards plus expecting some form of bonding talk. He learned it after the first few times they shared a bed.

He also learned that her being an Alicorn Blood meant she could cause severe damage, maybe even kill, her partner if she wasn’t careful of her own strength. Only a few gifted ones could allow an Alicorn Blood the freedom to not worry about such a thing. One prime example was Shining Armor, a powerful Unicorn Blood capable of taking anything Cadance could give.

Of course, Spike being a Dragon Blood didn’t gave him an instant free pass card. His bond and connection with Celestia did.

“H-harder!” Celestia ordered snapping his eyes open. “F-fill me, Spikey. Fill your mommy’s womb!”

“Fuck, mom!” Spike yelled gripping her leg and hips as hard as he could as his thrusting turned erratic. “I--I love you, mom!”

“I lo-love you too, Spikey!” Celestia yelled back while her son jackhammered her insides the way she needed.

They didn’t know, or cared, how much time passed until, with one last, powerful thrust Spike hilted himself inside her. They didn’t scream to the heavens as Spike’s cum filled Celestia’s womb with spurt after spurt of his hot cum. Instead, Spike had his eyes shut and his mouth open breathing harshly. Celestia, on the other hand, breathing much like Spike was, had her eyes half-lidded as her entire body turned into jelly; trembling and quivering while her own great orgasm turned her vision white and drenched her son’s hips.

Both lovers stayed glued to each other enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss.

After more than a minute Spike opened his eyes to encounter a still dopey faced Celestia, with lolled tongue and everything, coming down from her cloud. He waited until Celestia returned to a more dignified state before smiling down at her form.

“Was that good for round one?” Spike asked making Celestia giggle.

“You know it was, honey.” Celestia used her magic and in a flash of light she was now on top of him in a cowgirl position with his still hard member balls deep inside her pussy. “I can feel your cream swimming inside my womb, love.”

Spike blushed. “Love? That’s new.” He said admiring her sweaty body, her hair cascading down clinging to her shoulders, upper arms and back. He grunted shifting his legs to a more comfortable position, the movement causing his meat rod to throb and move around inside the clenching walls of her cunt.

Celestia tilted her head pressing her lips with a finger; her expression turning to one of confusion. “Well, I think it’s a bit odd to give a lady wine instead of a ring, but I accept your marriage proposal, sweetheart.” She finished with her expression turning into a playful one.

“Har har, very funny.” Spike smiled with a blushing face before his eyes shifted to her stomach. His blush melted away and his expression turned into a sad one. With his left hand, now holding her hip and not her leg, he traced and rubbed her belly.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Celestia asked in a concerned tone.

“Mom, I love you, you know that, right?” Celestia affirmed. “Have you ever, I don’t know, wandered…” He couldn’t continue as he stared at her slightly bulging stomach filled with cake, wine and a cup worth of his sticky semen.

“If I had a child of my own?” Spike response was rubbing her stomach a bit harder. “I used to, until I found you. I considered adoption several times over the course of the centuries, but I never felt compelled to do so until that day. When I saw you and picked you up I felt a spark ignite inside of me, something I never felt before. I didn’t see a poor, defenseless baby abandoned to die. I saw MY poor, defenseless baby reaching for its mother.” Celestia grabbed his hand with her own, their fingers interweaving while her other hand reached for his free one.

“To me, it doesn’t matter you’re not my own flesh and blood. It doesn’t matter our relationship is unorthodox, disgusting even to the eyes of others if they were to know. Spike, you’re the child I raised; the boy I care for; the man I love. My wonderful son, now and always.”

“Mom…” Spike whispered, his vision blurring by some rebel tears. Blinking the tears away he chuckled. “Damn, I ruined the mood again. I always get too sentimental during Mother’s Day.”

Celestia smiled, her eyes glistening with a few tears of her own. “That’s because you’re my little bundle of sappiness.” She moved her hips back and forth eliciting a shared moan from the two of them. “I’ll forgive you if you promise to make more Avalanche soon.”

“Ha, now I have two things to bribe you with! Cake and wine. You don’t have a secret addiction to cheese, do you?”

“Nope. But I do have a certain taste for your frosted cream~” She said starting to grind her hips in circles.

“Mmmfff--Buttering your husband up to make him give you an all nighter again, huh?”

Now it was Celestia’s turn to blush. “I was only teasing.” She said trying to hide part of her face behind her hair. Her hips slowing down to instead begin to rise and fall.

“Maybe I’m not~” Spike sang while he began to thrust his hips along with hers in short bursts. “It’s not such a bad idea. I kinda like how you being my lover, my mom AND my wife at the same sounds. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“What w-would,” she moaned as their thrust began to increase in length, speed and force. “ E-everyone say?”

“Mom, I c-can literally- oh fuck- count the people t-that know about us with one hand.” Spike gripped her hands tighter. “And they don’t mind.”

Celestia pushed her hips down bringing them into a standstill. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. “That’s not what I mean, honey. I’ve never taken a husband before.”

“First time for everything, right?” Spike growled. “You know what’s funny? I always t-told myself I was going to marry you one day, heh.” Spike looked away, his entire face turning red. “You were my first crush, actually.”

Celestia matched her son’s blush with one of her own before she giggled. “I didn’t say no to that idea, Spikey.” A moment later, Celestia began to grind her hips and at the same time bounce up and down impaling herself with his cock, gradually increasing in speed and length.

“That’s it, Celestia. Ride me like you mean it!” He said loudly, egging her to increase her efforts while he began to meet her downward movements with his upward thrusts. Their voices quickly replaced by loud moans of pleasure and desire.

Time would come for them to talk in a few hours. Right now their only care was to reduce each other to a quivering mess. Happy to find a loving embrace in each other's arms in their own unique way.

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!

Special thanks to Ebony Stallion for proofreading!

Special thanks to Trithtale for proofreading and minor editing!

*This story is something I always wanted to write, but never had the proper inspiration to do so. This is for me, I had to get it out of my chest.*