The Royal Consort

Chapters

Part 1
Part 2
Epilogue

Part 1

All was well in the lands of Equestria for a change. No hidden societies were trying to overthrow the current establishment, no monsters were running amok, no villains were showing up to try and take over the country, no armies were marching their way; everything was just fine and dandy.

Perhaps that was why Princess Celestia was so bored.

Today was a day much like any other. Foreign diplomats came to grovel before them, wishing to establish treaties of trade, nonaggression, or some means of cultural exchange. Many came with honest intentions, but a select few would come with far more devious designs. None of these succeeded, of course, but the fact that one or two tried every now and then allowed the princesses to keep themselves on their toes and their combat skills sharp, while the copious number of heavily armed guards in the room, a healthy mix of strong and well-trained men and women, also helped.

However, meeting with diplomats these days just wasn’t the same as it used to be, what with all the changes in the air almost all the time. No, for the princess of the sun, it was the same as it has always been, but even more grating, what with the groveling here, the “your highness” there, and the ever-present “your beauty is unparalleled” that seemed to permeate every single syllable of anyone needing to see her for something. Tall, slender, and graced with an impossibly firm and rather bountiful chest that was the envy of women across the kingdom, the princess of the day had a grace the seemed to extend from her long, shapely legs up to her very hair. With no real blemishes or spots on her gentle face, she was exquisite, with eyes that could pierce a soul and a smile that could light a room. If born to a different family, she could have easily been a model or the trophy wife of a powerful man, though her mind was sharper than most and, as such, would have ruled the household with ease.

Celestia knew she was stunning, of course, but for once, she didn’t care. Her sister, equally as beautiful, in her own way, didn’t have to deal with this, seeing that the Night Court often dealt with politics only within the realm, and usually not the sycophantic type. How she did it was beyond Celestia, and for that, she envied her younger sister.

“It’s always the same thing: what they want,” she muttered, unheard by the gathered diplomats that were droning on and on about titles and trade and all the different little quirks that just made royal life so damn dull. “They want something done, or a favor, or some deal that’ll line their pockets, or get them in my good graces, and all without ever thinking if I even care. I run this kingdom with my sister, but they seem to forget that the kingdom should take precedence over any of their simple woes.”

Whenever someone needed to see her, they never got right to the point unless they were some country bumpkin or a concerned citizen whose woes were easily fixable with a little time, effort, and patience. No, these higher-ups, be they royal, merchant, or just someone famous, cared little for truth, honor, or even just sticking to the point. They’d go off on tangents that just barely connected with whatever they had started on, and despite knowing full well how to deal with people like these, Celestia was just not up for dealing with it today.

She wasn’t one for wishing for trouble, far from it, but some excitement in her life would be good right about now.

There was a sudden pause. Looking up, Celestia noticed the gathered men and women looking at her, expectantly, awaiting some answer to their dull and long-winded discussion. Thankfully her mind, despite its wanderings, had been able to come to a conclusion as to what the diplomat wanted.

“Very well then, our trade guilds will most certainly be delighted for your own to make contact, and establish trade routes through your neighboring island ports,” the princess replied, an audible sigh of relief coming from many of the gathered attendees. “Do note that, it will take some time for all the papers to come into order.”

“Thank you, your most gracious highness,” the diplomat said. “The king of Brittaneigha will be most pleased by these events.”

“Indeed I should hope so,” Celestia said, turning to a guard at the far end of the throne room. “What of our next guests? I believe they are the last for the day.”

“Your Highnesses, may I introduce the diplomats of Almarety,” said a large man, his armor and weapons glinting in the bright light of the palace throne room.

“Thank you, Captain Gladius, you may return to your post.”

The other diplomats scattering out of the way, off to write letters and submit the proper paperwork for trade, another group of men and women entered, their insignia denoting them as having come much farther than the previous diplomats, and judging from their clothes, a far richer one as well.

“Greetings, Your Highnesses,” the foremost diplomat said, jewelry glittering from all over his frame. “We have come seeking to establish a trade post within one of your coastal cities. Our coffers are overflowing and our merchants are lobbying for access to another kingdom’s ports.” They placed several small chests on the ground before them, and opened them to reveal an array of different goods, much of which were not abundant in Equestria.

“Why Equestria?” She asked. “We are a further journey than most potential trade partners, and the seas are often fraught with dangers so far from home.”

“It is a risk we are willing to take, for the rewards far exceed it,” the diplomat replied, motioning to the chests. “We have saffron, silk, pepper, and high quality dyes that need to be sold, else they simply sit in our warehouses, gathering dust. We have long heard tales of the productivity of Equestria’s lands, but have found no evidence of many of these goods.”

“Indeed, we do have a limited supply of these, especially saffron,” Celestia replied. “What is it you wish to trade for? We will have to sort out any treaties with the trade guilds, they are sticklers for ensuring maximum profit at lowest risk, and fair prices for their own commodities in foreign markets. My previous discussion with other diplomats, ones you followed, took several days to reach an agreement on.”

“We seek only that which we cannot produce ourselves,” the diplomat simply stated. “While our lands may be conducive to wool, we are fairly limited in what cotton we can produce, and Equestrian cotton is known throughout the world as some of the finest there is. We also have heard rumors of large amounts of gold, silver, gemstones, and readily available sugar.”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, intent on getting to one of the few interesting parts of this little meeting. “Now, as a show of good faith, a diplomat such as yourself usually bestows upon us a gift, other than these trinkets. It is quite all right if you do not, for a trade agreement is usually something of a gift, itself, after all, I can see that this might become a very profitable venture for both nations, should it come to fruition.”

“Indeed, we do have a gift for you, your highness, but you must accept it first, for it is, shall we say,” the man started, seeming a bit uneasy as he spoke. “...different than most others.”

Celestia’s interest was piqued. “Different in what way?”

“It is not my place to say, but it is fairly apparent that your highness has been unable to find a suitable suitor for the many women in your care,” the diplomat said with a bowed head. “Your kingdom’s love of you has, in appearance, rendered the vast majority of the population unable to attend to... certain needs.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, the man certainly had balls to make such a statement, in the court of a powerful princess, and so very far from home. “I did not know that the world knew of that, things of that nature do not leave this castle with haste or ease.”

“My apologies, I do not know if the rumors are true or not, but my king believes they are,” the man replied. “He thought that, in attempting to help out-,”

“-that he might gain favor with us for future agreements,” she replied coolly. “Your king has taken a great gamble in this. If indeed the rumors are true, he is treading very carefully, and if not, and these tales are nothing more than fantasy, then he has potentially made a grave mistake. Insulting us, and by proxy our kingdom, is not an offense lightly taken, sir.”

“Again, I apologize, I did not know.”

Celestia continued. “We have a large number of guards, men and women, who gladly service our every need. What if the rumors were true because my sister and I enjoy the company of women more than men?”

The man raised his head, confused and a bit shocked at her statement. “I... I did not consider that.”

“Indeed,” the princess said. “However, your king is lucky this time. I share no true preference, for that remains known to only myself and a select few. So, please, bring forth this gift, that I may assess their worth.”

As the diplomats quickly began talking amongst one another, motioning for their personal guards to leave them, Celestia turned to her captain of the guard. “Captain Moondancer, what say you?”

“Of the gift?” The woman asked. A veteran guard, whose skill with a sword and shield were legendary even amongst Equestria’s mightiest soldiers, almost as much as her beauty, she was one of the princesses’ most trusted military advisors, as well as a good friend and confidant. “Hard to say, your grace, we’ll just have to judge them once we meet them.”

“Hopefully they won’t be like the last few,” the princess muttered. “Sickly, power hungry, or just plain idiotic. Remember that one; Gaer Istu?”

“The one that tried taking over the kingdom? I thought he tripped down the stairs trying to declare himself king, and died of a broken neck.”

“The very same,” Celestia said with a small chuckle. “Let’s hope this one is nothing like him.”
The personal guards of the diplomats strode into the throne room once more. However, they wielded no weapons, but instead carried a large steel crate, riddled with sizable holes on all sides. Curious, the captain looked back up at the princesses.

“Strange that our gift would be an animal, not a man,” Celestia said. “Is this how the king of Almarety believes he can assist us?”

“I assure you that he is no wild beast, your majesty, he is perfectly tame and housebroken,” the diplomat said with a touch of nervous humor in his tone. “However... he is the one who requested the crate.”

“Why, might I ask, is that?” Celestia queried.

“It is what he is used to, so he says,” the man said, his jewelry trembling slightly. “He can explain it if you ask him, I don’t think he likes talking to me. We got off on the wrong foot when he was brought to the king’s palace, so I doubt he’ll have forgotten or forgiven our first meeting.”

“Very well then, you may undo the box and leave,” Celestia said. “If we are... satisfied with this gift, then you will receive word from our merchant guilds within five days.”

With a nod, the man motioned towards the escorts, one of whom produced a fairly large rug. Laying it out, he motioned for the others, and with a careful gentleness, they laid the crate onto it. Stepping aside, and removing the support bars, one produced a large key and undid an even larger lock bolted on the front.

With a series of bows and thanks, the group left, leaving only the steel crate, the princess, and a group of slightly confused guards, their weapons at the ready.

“You may come out, if you wish,” Moondancer said, hand on her sheathed sword in case things got out of hand. There were times where things had indeed gone bad, and it paid to be prepared. “If you have no ill intent, you will not be harmed, I promise you.”

After a few moments of silence, a creak emanated from the crate, and the door slowly swung open. The interior, dark despite the holes, cloaked a large mass, which slowly extricated itself from the assuredly cramped confines. Without a sound, he emerged and stood up straight.

Despite a normally steely nature, honed by years of training, intense battle and a very strict upbringing, seeing as her father was a guard himself, Moondancer let slip a small gasp. This... this was new. “He’s a... your highnesses, he's-,”

“Yes, captain,” Celestia said, surprise filling her voice. “It’s a dragonkin.”

Silence permeated the throne room, seemingly all eyes zeroed in on the “gift” from the diplomats from Almarety. Given how the man was shaped, that indeed was the case, and not unexpected. Neither gracefully slender nor incredibly bulky, the man’s figure was imposing, even against the force of guards in front of him. Athletic, with muscle honed to a size built for considerable endurance, he seemed perfectly at peace standing before fairly sharp swords and spears. Leonine is what Captain Moondancer would have called it, with a broad chest moving down towards a narrow waistline, and legs as solid as the support pillars in the palace gardens, all covered by a fairly tattered robe of sorts. A very short haircut matched the barest hint of a beard on his strong chin, and as the man breathed slowly, his emerald eyes swept over the group with an almost benign interest, as if surprised to find himself there.

Captain Moondancer has seen many men come into the palace as “gifts,” and their worth was widely varied, as well as their shapes and sizes. He was not as large as others, nor was he as small as some, though the middle ground he strode in was not a rarity, either. When he opened his mouth for a yawn, she noticed his incisors were longer than those of a normal man, his tongue extended slightly farther than others might, and his teeth seemed as if they could have been built of solid marble. Given this, along with the way his pupils seemed to have a slight angle to them, and the double tapering points at the apex of his ears, there was no doubt he was by far not like the others.

“What is your name?” The captain called out, finally finding her voice as she stepped forward.

“I have had many names,” the man replied, his voice steady and carrying with it a higher pitch than someone of his stature might have. It wasn’t exactly low and baritone, but it did send a slight tremble up the spines of several of the guards. “As of now, I have not been named in a long time.”

“Which would you prefer?” Moondancer asked.

“Whichever the princess wishes to call me,” he said, looking up at Celestia.

Well, this was certainly interesting. Celestia had never encountered a dragonkin before, and if what she had heard about his people was true, then... today was about to get much, much more interesting. “What is a name you have been called before that you were fond of?” She asked.
The man paused for a few moments. “I was known as Spike once, for many years,” he finally replied.
“Then that is what you shall be known as from now on,” Celestia said. “Spike, why the box?”

“It is what I have been moved around in for much of my life, your grace,” the man called Spike replied. “I was born a slave, you see, and from a young age was moved in a crate, as property. Many years later, I was more or less freed, but it is hard to rid myself of this kind of... conditioning.”

Celestia felt her heart sink a little. Former slaves were welcome in the free lands of Equestria, where slavery had been outlawed for many, many years. “Well, Spike, worry no more, for in the city of Canterlot, should you wish to go elsewhere, how you arrive will be your decision.”

“Thank you, your grace,” Spike said.

Celestia turned to Moondancer. “I believe it is time for me to retire,” she said. “However, Spike must properly be tested for his worth. You are to take him to the royal shower and get him cleaned up, and from there, I will give you further instructions.”

“As you wish, your highness,” Moondancer replied.

Later…

“These are the royal showers,” Celestia said, with Spike and Moondancer following behind her. “You must clean up before your work can begin, Spike, and as your princess, my first order is for you to take a shower.” He carried with him a fairly musky smell that, although not entirely unpleasant, the princess wished removed for the time being.

Silently nodding, Spike stripped out of his dirty and tattered robes, the brown fabric pooling at his feet. Stepping away from the two, he fiddled with a few knobs on the stark clean wall before a rush of hot water sprayed out from the overhead nozzle. Sighing softly, he began to scrub himself down with a bar of soap from a small shelf nearby.

“Spike, what did you do for a living?” Celestia asked, watching as he cleaned himself. The shine of his muscles under the water was something she hadn’t quite expected, it was almost as if they were polished, or covered in some sort of oil. Then again, it could have been the soap, and judging from the amount of dirty water emptying into the drain at his feet, he hadn’t bathed in quite some time, hence the fairly powerful odor. “That is, before you came here?”

“I was a gladiator,” Spike replied. “The name Spike comes from my weapon, a large spike I used to defend myself in my very first match.”

“A gladiator?” Moondancer repeated. “How many battles did you win?”

“All but one,” he replied, softly, scrubbing his short hair, turning to face the pair. “Only ever lost one fight.”

“Which fight was that one?” Celestia asked, straining to keep her eyes on his face. He was... impressive, to say the least, but she needed more proof of his worthiness. With all her years in the politics of Equestria, she was very good at telling if and when someone was lying, or if they were leaving something out, and in order for him to pass, he needed to tell her the truth when she asked him for it.

“The very last one,” Spike said simply. “I lost my last fight, but instead of being enslaved once more, or killed, I was brought before the king, and told of the plight of your kingdom. He then bid me good luck, and sent me on my way.”

“Who did you lose to?” Moondancer asked, her professionalism likely the only thing keeping her from blushing at the sight of him. The exotic nature of him was unlike that of the other guards, be they men or women, she’s showered with them in equal measure, only... none of them quite looked like this man.

“Raxina, the Twisting Blade,” he replied. “She and I were pitted against one another, and after a long fight, I conceded defeat.”

“Did she disarm you?” Celestia asked.

“No.”

“Did she land more blows upon you than you upon her?”

“No.”

“Did she at least curry the favor of the spectators or the king, so that she won by way of a vote?”

“No.”

“Then how in the world did she beat you?” Moondancer asked, incredulous. Gladiator fighting was often to the death, and even if not, the crowd or the king could declare one foe to vanquish the other, even after they had surrendered. Raxina was known to be a savage and cunning fighter, showing little mercy and exploiting weaknesses most would not notice. She hadn’t been seen in the arenas for a while, and the rumor was she’d settled down elsewhere, likely ducking out when she had the chance.

No wonder the royal family had outlawed the practice, along with slavery, so many years before. It made the worst monsters of men and women alike, and relegated fellow humans to property. She was certain the princess would assign a tutor to the man, to help him come to terms with his newfound freedom and the culture in which he now resided.

After a few moments of silence, Spike answered. “I lost on purpose, captain."

“Why?” Celestia asked.

“She was carrying my son, princess.”

Silence reigned in the shower for many moments, the only sound that of water rushing down into the drain. Then, after such a pregnant pause, the princess cleared her throat. “She... she was your lover?”

Spike nodded. “One of many, your highness. No child of mine has known freedom as bittersweet as my son to her, for when she won, she was freed, at the cost of what she believed to be my life. The child was too, by proxy, freed after his birth, though I was never able to lay eyes on him.” He did not sound proud of this fact, or even bragging. It was merely the truth, so he said.

“How many children do you have?”

“I honestly do not know, a great many I should think,” the man said, in a tone that suggested he truly wished he knew, as if it gnawed at his insides to be kept in the dark on such an important piece of his life. “I have been many places in my life, done many things for many people, and wherever I went, pregnancies usually followed, either by accident or by choice of someone other than myself, usually amongst slaves, but occasionally with those that were decidedly not slaves. I was made to give heirs to men who wished not for their daughters to marry, though the child’s true parentage would be kept secret. One master used me as breeding stock for his female slaves, slaves I was forced to breed so that he might sell both the mother and child for a tidy sum.” He made a scoffing noise, a hard look entering his gaze. “I killed him before he got the chance to sell the first one that was born.”

“What happened to the rest?” Celestia asked. “Those slaves and your children, I mean?”

“Upon his death, they were freed, and scattered to the winds, many seeking to return to the families they had been taken from, or settle down elsewhere and begin for themselves a new life. As for me, I was sentenced to die in the gladiatorial arena. Only... I didn’t.”

“Your children,” Moondancer asked, a curious tone entering her voice, causing the princess to glance over at her. “You met many of them, correct?”

“I saw many off, though I doubt most will remember me as more than a whisper of a memory,” Spike said with a shrug. “I guess it is for the best, as no child wants to find out their father is only their father because another man made him lie with their mother. Let them believe I died, or went far away, maybe to protect them from a great evil, maybe the evil lurking in the hearts of men who own other men. Whatever their mothers tell them, it is their right to do so. My only hope is that they are free.”

“How were they?” The captain asked. “Your children, that is, were they healthy at least?”

“Very much so,” Spike said. “Some twins here or there, but mostly single births, though there is one I remember giving birth to triplets right before I killed my last master. All of them came into the world squawking and screaming as healthy as could be, as I recall, for the ones I was there for. Why do you ask?”

“Forgive the... inquisitiveness of my captain, she means well, but does not always know what to say on such matters,” Celestia said, putting a reassuring hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Spike, this problem you have been told of by the Almarety king, the problem that infests our kingdom... it runs far deeper than you know.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

As Celestia began to explain, she bade him to sit on the bench offered, the water automatically shutting off as the steam continued to billow in the room. Now that he has washed, he was nowhere near as filthy as he had been, and in the back of Celestia’s mind, she would need to get him some new clothes, tailor made, to fit his frame.

Unknown in its true origin, Equestrian women would at times have difficulty conceiving, especially if they came into contact with magic on a more frequent basis. For the time being, their population was steady, and would rise or fall as normal, but the men and women in higher positions of power, and thus exposed to more magic as per their needs of running the kingdom, meant that births were increasingly rare, let alone pregnancies, the higher one went into society. Oftentimes, a woman could find herself pregnant several times, but the fetus would naturally abort themselves, meaning that very few pregnancies resulted in births for the nobility, and similarly-powerful people. For a country that ran as smoothly as Equestria, thanks to a code of conduct strictly for its nobility and upper class citizens, succession changes and dynasty collapses were a greater threat than one might expect.

Celestia explained that she and her sister Luna had tried many times to find someone who could solve this riddle, but no matter who they sought, be they scientist, sorcerer, or seer, they had been unable to find someone capable of even coming close to what they needed. Hence, the tests of any and all “gifts” sent their way. A carefully orchestrated plot by the sisters and their closest advisors, any kingdoms seeking treaties of any significance would endeavor to send someone they believed could help. It was tricky, as only the healthiest of specimens could be chosen, as the journeys were often long and difficult.

So far none had succeeded in all tests, but the princess said she remained hopeful. One guard would be chosen whenever a gift was presented, who would then serve as the vessel in which a seed of life might take hold. To avoid any kind of potential complications, said guard was then given an easier duty, and no magic was to be used to see if she had been successfully impregnated. It was too risky to the health of the unborn child for them to try and figure out sooner, so in the meantime, other guards, if they volunteered, would attempt the same feat before any results were known. On the flip side, if a woman were presented, she and a male guard would consort until she was able to conceive, whereupon she would be married off to a noble as soon as the baby was born. Rather simplistic and frankly barbaric to cultures with no comparable birth rate problems, but it was a necessity to keep the kingdom running smoothly. Any and all children were raised with the greatest of care, either with their birth mother or under the tutelage of their birth father, to ensure their lives were fruitful ones.

However the means and whoever the guard was the first time around, the gifts in question would also have to fit the bill in personality, temperament, and overall physical health. Celestia told him that a sickly, ill-tempered person was ill-suited to create a child that could one day rise to rule a county, a duchy, or even the kingdom, as they would have to help raise the child as well as simply help make one. They had had several of these before, men who thought they could use their position to try and rule by proxy, or just have sex with as many women as possible. As such, many “gifts” had failed in this test before even attempting to pass another, and had thus washed out. Some of the men who had failed had gone on to be farmers, soldiers or merchants after serving in the guard, whilst a few of the women had chosen theatre, artistry, or courtesan fields.

“So,” Spike said, after Celestia finished, the gears in his mind visibly turning as he processed this wealth of information. “I am to be a breeding stud once again, but this time, not for profit, but so that Equestria might continue as a kingdom?”

“A blunt way of putting it, but that makes it no less true,” the princess replied. "I’m surprised you haven’t questioned why you need to do this.”

“Equestria is my home now, the first true home I have known as a free man,” Spike said simply. “I wish to keep it that way, for I have known far worse, and experienced a life I would not wish on most others. So, while it is indeed strange to me, to be used as such, I will accept this task with humility, and do my best to aid you. I only wish to be involved in the lives of the children I sire. I've... seen too many children ripped from the arms of their parents, never to see them again."

“As part of the mandate, you will be involved with each and every one, as raising a child in Equestria without knowledge of their parents is not something we encourage. Now, Spike, as a dragonkin, other than the extended lifespans the legends speak of, do you have any other... abilities that would aid you in this manner?

"Yes, I do have something that can help. We dragonkin have very good senses of smell, usually useful for finding food, water, or determining the oncoming weather, as such traits are ideal when your kind usually lives on the fringes of the world. However... there is another use for this gift.”

“What is it?” Moondancer asked.

“We can use it to sense when a partner, especially a female partner, is at the peak of their cycle, from the pheromones she gives off that people cannot usually detect,” the man replied. “Your highness, you have recently come to near the end of your cycle, correct?”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, partly from surprise, but also from his forwardness. It seemed he would fit in nicely, and not be a meek little man like some of the other, more-weary tributes, had been. “Indeed I have, Spike. What of my captain, Moondancer?”

Spike turned to the other woman, looking her up and down as he gave a rather audible sniff. “She is still at the peak of her cycle, from what my senses tell me. She entered it relatively recent as well.”

Moondancer nodded. “Celestia, might I be as bold as to ask for the permission to be Spike’s first test?”

“Test?” Spike asked. "What sort of test?"

“Indeed,” Celestia said, looking between the two of them. “To bed a royal guard, and beget her with a child; this will be your first challenge. It is a test many men have tried, and so far, very, very few have succeeded, and not a great many times either. However, from what you have told us, you have bedded many women, and had many children as a result, and therein lies the first test, which you have passed, as I believe you to be telling the truth, admirably. I do not ask this as your princess, Spike, but would you do the honor of giving Captain Moondancer a child?”

Spike looked to the captain, who had started nervously fidgeting where she stood. “That is my purpose here in Equestria, as a free man, and seeing as I owe you my freedom, princess, I will do as you ask.”

Celestia turned to the captain. “You have my permission, Moondancer, to bed this man, and as many times as you wish, to ensure success. However, you shall do so in his new room, and you have only this week to do so, tonight being the only time the two of you will have unrestricted access to one another, for tomorrow, Spike, must learn of his other new duties. After all of that, Moondancer, you will have to wait with the others, as we both know more than a few of your fellow guards wish for a chance at him.”

“Where is that, your highness?” Spike asked, as a trio of servants rushed in and began to dry him off, one setting out a pile of new clothes for him to wear... while yet more women were waiting for him? Just what was with this kingdom?

“You will see.”

Author's Note

Hope you liked this chapter, took a while for this story to get out, but hey, after a long time of planning, writing, rewriting, and some touch-up polishing work, it's finally ready!

Part 2

High in a lone tower overlooking the majority of Canterlot Castle, the former gladiator surveyed his new living quarters. A fairly large bed, books upon many shelves, a small series of potted plants giving the room both colorful flowers and greenery, and even several small fireplaces made up its entirety. It was fairly amazing, and by far the most wonderful place Spike had ever been able to call his own. The view of the setting sun was amazing, and as the warm summer air gave way to a cooler evening breeze, he could honestly admit that he never thought he’d be free in a place as beautiful as this.

However, he had little time to take it all in, for soon after the princess and her captain shown him the room, Celestia moved to the door, escorted by two of her guards.

“Spike, as what is known as the Royal Consort, it is your primary duty to breed women in my care, be they servant, guard, or anyone else wishing to have children. Should yours and Moondancer’s actions prove... successful, trust in that your life will become fairly busy in a fairly short amount of time. However, before then, others may “have a crack at you,” as they say, to ensure that all bases are covered, as some women may indeed be too far gone for your attempts to work.”

“How long do I have before I am to be completed with this first test?” Spike asked, as Moondancer already began to carefully strip out of her armor in the far corner. He, however, made no motion to remove his own.

“As long as she is willing to stay up here with you tonight, for starting tomorrow, you will have other duties to attend to, ones that do not allow for divided attention, and then, only when both of you are free to do so,” the princess replied. “I bid you goodnight, Spike, and to you, my captain... good luck.” With that, the two guards with her closed the great wooden door behind Celestia, and after their footfalls faded away, the two of them were entirely alone.

Spike turned away to find himself staring at Moondancer, just as she finished removing the last of her armor. A linen tunic, thin and likely made to prevent the buildup of sweat underneath the armor, so as to avoid chafing, adorned her lithe frame. Muscular in the ways a guard would be, where athleticism was prized and determined how far one would go in the service, she was the epitome of a warrior woman, much like others he had met in his life, Raxina among them. However, Raxina, while beautiful in her own way, did not have the bright blue eyes of the captain, nor the impressive pair of breasts adorning her chest. Moondancer, he surmised, in another life could have been a beautiful actress, or the wife of a powerful politician.

Yet no, she was captain of the royal guard of Equestria, sworn to an oath to never marry so long as their liege lived, and here the two of them were, about to try and circumvent that rule with the most obvious loophole ever conceived. Then again, perhaps that was how Celestia had intended it to be.

“Do you have a preference?” Moondancer asked, snapping Spike out of his thoughts.

“What for?” He asked.

“Oh, women, position, speed,” she replied as she slipped off her tunic with a surprising casualness. “That sort of thing.”

“I have lain with many women, of all shapes, sizes and colors, though I have done my best to do so with those who are of age. It has made no difference to me, for the form of an adult woman, no matter her appearance, is beautiful to me. As for position and speed... I take things slow in the beginning, in whatever way a woman wants to be taken, and if we last long enough, I increase as needed. If it is not her choice to be with me, then I do my best to make her comfortable.” More than once he'd had to bed a crying virgin, and had lain longer with her in his arms than with him inside her, just comforting her as best he could. Slave masters cared little for the feelings of those they owned, and only barely more for their well being.

“Hmm, good answers,” the captain said, her bountiful breasts swaying slightly from side to side as she walked up to him, the muscles of her body emphasizing, not diminishing, her femininity. Yet it was strange that, despite how tall she appeared in her armor, likely thanks to her helmet, she was in fact a few inches shorter than he. Grasping the straps of his robes, she gently pulled them away from his shoulders, letting them drop to the floor beneath them. “I’ve been with men before, but if it wasn’t obvious enough with my questions, I... I was never successful with them.”

“I see,” he said, feeling himself become aroused by the mere scent of her as she moved against him. Intoxicating, as it was with all women, no matter who they were or what they did. Raxina had a smell of coal and blood, of a life lived hard and the pits in which she lived had stained her as such. Another, Imira, with skin the color of mahogany, smelled of earth and salt, as had the seaside village where she had come from, and where she had returned after her freedom was won. Moondancer smelled of spring water and fresh linens, a scent of sweet cleanliness that belied the nature of her work. All women, in his experience, carried a unique combination of scents, or so his nose told him. It made knowing and remembering them all the easier, yet also all the harder to forget if he wanted to.

Grabbing her by the hand, just as the last of his clothes pooled to the floor, he gently pulled her over to the bed. Laying her down, he pressed his lips to the swell of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses across her collarbone, before moving up to her lips. Ignoring her squeak of surprise, he continued to press into the fullness of her tender lips, breaking apart every now and then to kiss the corners of her mouth. One hand stroked along her shoulder and down to her arm, while the other gently but firmly pressed into her side to hold her in place.

She hummed at his grip, soft but secure, and with one hand holding onto a shoulder of his, the other snaked down past his waistline, grasping at... she paused.

“What?” He asked, breaking off the kiss.

“You... you’re definitely dragonkin,” she replied, sounding both a bit hesitant and excited. “I’m not sure I’ve been with a man quite as... gifted as you. I know others have, yet they too bore no success, as size is no indicator of fertility or skill. However, the... these ridges along your length, do they hurt?”

“No, in fact, they are often opposite to those who experience them,” he whispered. Many women had asked him that same question, and so far, not a single one had complained about them. “I have been told they make the whole process feel more... exotic. That, and they are not rigid, but fairly flexible, so no worries about them hurting.”

“As if the size wasn’t enough,” Moondancer said with a happy tone, her other hand leaving his and grabbing onto his forearm. “Come, please, I don’t need preparation, I want this, I really do.”

“I wish to build up to it,” Spike said with a small note of confusion. What was the hurry? Was she that desperate for a child? Was all of Equestria like this because of this problem the princess had informed him of? It struck him as odd that a woman of her stature would want a child badly enough to just jump at the chance, with a complete stranger no less.

“Why waste time then?” Moondancer said, a subtle pleading entering her voice as she pulled him tighter against her, his engorged cock rubbing against the outermost edges of her slit. “The sooner we get to it, the more we can do it.”

“Captain, please, why do you desire a child so badly, that you would be not only obedient in testing me, as per the orders of Princess Celestia, but also be willing, and even zealous, in such an endeavor?” Spike needed to know what he was getting himself into, if only to sate his curiosity. "I know it is my duty to attempt to fulfill this wish of yours, and if successful, the wish of many other women, but my curiosity is getting the better of me. If you wish for it to be quick but good, then I shall do my best, but in the meantime, why? Why a child, now, of all times?"

“Children are a rarity in Equestria in halls of those in power,” the woman replied, slight annoyance combining with her rather pleading tone. “Amidst all the magic we use for everyday affairs, exposure is believed to be the cause of this. However, it doesn’t just encompass the royalty and those in high positions of power. We guards, from all walks of life, are subject to this same problem, being in such close contact with those we serve. I... I’ve always wanted a child, Spike, even if it didn’t mean marriage, seeing as a guard’s child would be more than cared for in the palace. Yet... I don’t know if I can have one, not after all this time. Other guards I have heard have served even less than I have, and wound up unable to bear children unless they left the capital for a long time, and I don’t want to do that. I am too loyal to the princesses, to my fellow guards, and to my friends, to just leave them all behind, all for a child.”

“So, you’ve served the princesses for years, both on the battlefield and in the throne room,” Spike said, and with a motion of his hips, lined himself up, the great cap of his cock pressed firmly against her waiting, leaking slit. “Now you want something in return for that service that money cannot truly buy, nor favor with the princesses grant. You want a child to call your own, to raise and love and care for, until they are an adult, and even then, never stop loving them.”

“Yes,” Moondancer nodded, biting her lip as a tingle went up her spine. Even just contact with him was unnerving, as if her body was reacting to simply his touch. “Please, can you give me this, Spike? Can you give me what I wish for most in this world?”

“I will try,” he said, and with a grunt, pushed himself into her, slowly, her soft coo of relief drowning out the shuffling of the sheets underneath her. “And if you wish it, I will try many, many times.”

Moondancer’s smile lit up on her face, just as a hearty moan emanated from her throat, a deep and sensual sound as the very tip of his cock came to a rest in her depths, as far in as it could go. Throwing her head back, and with her arms snaking up behind Spike’s neck, she shifted her body, feeling the great length inside her rubbing up against her warm, saturated walls. True to his word, the ridges were not stiff, but flexible, and though Spike stood still for the moment, the captain could have sworn they were... moving within her, ever so slightly.

“Are you set?” Spike asked. “I must admit, it has been a while since I have... been with a woman.”

“How long is a while?” Moondancer asked.

“Less than a year,” he said, and then his waistline flexed.

The captain moaned as she felt the great length move inside her once again, drawing in and out with an equally casual pace, never seeking to get anywhere faster than it needed to, but not taking its time either. No, it was precise, scraping against every part of her insides, rubbing everywhere with a caress that belied strength but also tenderness. She had been with other men before, but unlike Spike here, they had cared only about coming to their finish, no matter how much they tried otherwise. Here, though, he wasn’t simply fucking her, he was making love to her, carefully adjusting and calculating every single thrust with such minute detail, it boggled her mind as much as it made her body go limp.

It was her duty to be his first test, and despite the honor of it, Captain Moondancer felt more than a tad jealous. If Spike did succeed, and she quickened with his seed, then she’d have to share him with other women. Some of them guards or maids or other servants in the castle, of course, but then he’d be loaned out to powerful heiresses, rich women with much at stake in the kingdom, and even later, should he prove very successful, to the princesses themselves. If he was able to pass the test with her, he’d be a father to countless more children, but these would be free, free from the slavery their father had come from. It made her happy and more than a little sad to know that, despite what he had gone through, he was willing to give her something he had lost many, many times.

She would make sure her child would know their father, and if she was lucky enough, that her children would be in his life. However, she needed to focus, for while her body’s temperature continued to spike, and her body quiver with every squelching thrust into it, there was a point where simply excellent sex needed to give way to reproduction. Those ridges were scraping and massaging her delicate insides in a startlingly pleasurable way, but she tried to remain focused, despite a haze of lust clouding her mind and obscuring her vision. Squeezing and flexing her abdomen in time with his thrusts, she believed it would bring him to orgasm shortly, she was sure of it, and from there, she would have to wait and see if he had passed the test; if they had passed the test.

Yet, despite her effort to coax one out of him, and as the minutes ticked by, Spike did not release into her. No, while his speed would occasionally pick up for a period of time, it would slow back down, all the while Moondancer’s body temperature continued to rise. Her moans grew louder and more lewd, the feeling of his powerful cock plunging in and out of her increasing in intensity as he continued to plow into her. Relentless, perfectly timed, every thrust at a seemingly calculated angle, and with just the right amount of power to for the large tip to kiss the very entrance to her womb. Her gently bouncing breasts grew more and more tender with every occasional fondle from her own hands, the pert nipples feeling swollen every time she pinched them.

Moondancer shuddered on the bed as her body continued to soar higher and higher in ecstasy, the moans from her mouth replace by uncouth words such as “fuck” and “shit, oh shit,” as if she were some simple erotic performer, meaning she had to bite her lip more than a few times to silence a particularly hearty curse. Her training had prepared her for many things, but given that Spike’s expression had changed very little, and that his hands still gripped her legs firmly as he moved, all she needed to do right now was to try and retain as much composure as possible.

“Spike?” She moaned as a powerful shudder coursed through her body, one of her legs trembling as it did so. There was the first orgasm, she knew it well; from the first time she had ever achieved one, a leg would always tremble.

“Yes?” He asked, sounding as if he were simply in the middle of a walk through the gardens, and not so skillfully utilizing her body as a living cocksleeve. Oh, how she wanted him to go harder, to go faster, but there was time for that later. Now, she needed answers.

“Are... are you close?” She muttered, trying as hard as she could to not just flop back and let his thrusts pin her in place. Her large breasts felt tender, as if she had been slapping them, but no, other than kneading them occasionally, they remained untouched.

“I will only finish when you ask me to,” he said, his speed picking up enough to send her breasts bouncing once more, the great curved mounds flopping delightfully atop her. “Though even I have my limits,” he added with a strained smile. Either he had just reached his peak and was somehow holding back, or even more amazing, that he might have been holding it back for some time now.

Moondancer’s heart fluttered at his words; even with the stress and alien nature of his new home, Spike was being a gentleman worthy of any woman who desired him, waiting for their say so before finishing. Very few men in such a situation could say the same, and that made her feel all the more for him. “Please, finish,” she moaned, as her body clenched around him against her will, just another orgasm in a long string of others, both of her legs trembling nonstop at this point. She had lost count by now, none of them extremely powerful, but all there, and very satisfying. She hadn't had sex, nevermind a good lay, in what felt like an eternity, so this, right here, was just... indescribable; exactly what she needed. “Please, fill me with your seed, make me a vessel for life, breed- oh fuck!”

In a near instant, she felt his cock swell within her now-loosened confines to an even greater girth, stretching her to a limit she had never been to before, and with a great rush, followed by a grunt from Spike, a torrent of seed came spilling forth inside of her. Yet, it did not stop after one spurt as she had expected, but continued to gush, filling into the furthest reaches of her womb, the thick liquid seeping from his thicker cock, punctuated by a preceding grunt from him for each and every spurt. As soon as it stopped some time later, Spike slowly pulled out, breathing more heavily than before, and with a sheen of sweat gracing his forehead.

“Captain?” He asked, taking several deep gulps of air.

Moondancer moaned in response, her hands drifting down to her stomach. She felt so warm, the heat of his seed trapped within her body by her still-pulsing flower. In her mind, she hoped beyond hope they were successful, that life indeed was just beginning to stir within her. However, one could not be certain, and the princess had given her the night, so...

She sat up slightly. “Again,” she said, without hesitation and a fairly pleased grin on her face. “Again, Spike, we will try again.”

“How?” He asked, melting her heart even more with his complete lack of hesitation. He was a keeper, all right, and if they did succeed, she’d be sure to pay him a visit whenever the princess would allow.

“On the bed,” she muttered, pulling herself up gingerly, one hand cupping to her womanhood, to stem the tide of whatever cum her body would not be able contain on its own. Moondancer did not wish for a single drop to fall, no, there must be more, she must be filled to the brim this night, and then some. “You, on your back, head on a pillow. I will be on top.”

“As you wish,” Spike said, his cock still erect as before as he clambered onto the bed, slipping her a kiss before assuming his position directly underneath her, and with a swift plunging motion from her, they were joined once more, earning a moan from the pair. Almost immediately, she began to roll her hips, flexing her abdomen as she rode him, bracing herself on his knees.

"How... long -ah!- can you go?' she asked, feeling as though she was going to bite through her bottom lip to try and keep from screaming. The cum sloshing around in her insides, warm and sticky, was being shoved further into her by his cock, like some kind of sealed piston pushing it deeper and deeper into her womb.

"As long as I need to," he grunted in reply, his own hips twitching up and down, his effort to control his own movements apparently under severe strain. Then again, with how muscular he was, Moondancer wasn't even sure the two of them moving in motion together would be entirely safe for the both of them. Her body was a lithe and sensual form of muscle, while his was a bastion of pure, unadulterated masculinity, built for endurance and likely not going to stop until she told him to. The minutes ticked by, and soon enough, she lost count of where she'd started, and as she did, a thought struck her.

"Spike? How many? Ah!" she asked, before crying out again, her hips now rocketing up and down on the dragonkin beneath her, her pussy molding to the size and shape of his cock. At this rate, she'd never want for another man!

"How many what?" he groaned, his hands gripping her waist and literally plunging her up and down, his feet locking into place on the bed's frame and holding himself in place, his hips now pushing up with every downwards thrust of the beautiful captain.

"How many women have you been with? Oh, fuck!" she cried, her abdomen flexing as his thrusts gained yet more speed, the entire bed shaking as she rode him for all he was worth. Yet he was clearly no passive passenger, no, he was returning her power, stroke for stroke, grind for grind, and it was driving her absolutely mad.

"Hundreds!"

If not for the fact her body was nearly running entirely on instinct now, coated in sweat and just dripping from her thoroughly-used pussy, she would have stopped and looked at him in disbelief. Instead, hands reaching up, one to mash her large breasts together and the other tangle itself in her wild hair, she laughed. "Ah! I could tell, you goddamn sex machine! What about in one sitting? Ohhhh yesssssss, fuck me this is GOOD!"

"Dozens!" Spike cried out, grunting as sweat glistened on his hard body, muscles rippling with every thrust, every bounce of the woman atop his throbbing cock. "Gah! I never counted, always -ah!- lost track!"

"Good thing too! Oh SHIT!" the captain cried, her insides filled with a burning heat that seemed to be spreading throughout her entire core. His cock was swelling, even more than before, and she wanted, no, she needed that big load inside of him inside of her! "Spike, if you don't finish, I'm gonna go crazy! I'm gonna-!"

She didn't even have time to finish that sentence before Spike sat up, burying his head between her tender breasts, and let out a muffled scream, his hips churning against her own as he held her so close, she couldn't breath. Gasping for air, she flopped against him, the two falling back onto the bed, sheets slick with sweat as, deep inside, she felt another torrent of cum unload within her, rushing up out of his trembling cock and further up into her womb, joining the heated mass already in there.

For a few moments, the two lay there, their grips relaxing enough for the pair to breath. Looking down at Spike's green eyes, just as he pulled his head out from between the great valley of her breasts, Moondancer smiled, tucking a small, errant strand of her now-slick hair behind one of her ears.

"So... you never counted how many women you've had in one sitting?"

Spike grunted, his shaft still firmly planted inside the captain, his balls actually trembling against her backside as the two held one another close. "Yeah," he muttered. "Never... really bothered. They usually... only lasted one round, just... long enough for me to... finish. Very, very few... like you, captain, you're... extraordinary."

"Oh, stop now, you'll make a girl blush. Say, think you can go another round?"

He looked up at her with a smile, and there was something in his gaze, something vicious, predatory and downright primal in that expression. As much as it scared her, and believe it or not, Captain Moondancer was not afraid of many things in this world, the look he gave her... it reminded her of a beast unleashed, free from its chains and set loose upon the world. He was indeed a dragonkin, but dragonkin were known for many things, from their innate durability, to their prowess on the battlefield and their equally-notorious prowess in the bedroom, so then these legends she had heard of... she was about to see if they were true. He wasn't just going to possibly get her pregnant, he was going to put her in the infirmary for a week, and make her unable to walk straight for days.

Her legs trembled at the thought. Had she just orgasmed merely at the thought of him railing her until she couldn't walk unassisted?

Yes. Yes, she had.

"Of course," he said, his voice near a growl. "How so, my lady?"

"From behind, like a beast," she said, and before she knew it, she had been flipped over onto the bed, Spike standing behind her, still inside her, and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Lifting her luscious rear end up, so that she was on the tips of her toes, Moondancer barely had time to push herself up off the bed, balling her hands into the sheets for support, before he pulled out all the way to the very bulbous tip of his cock. Then, with a guttural growl, he plunged back inside her, lubricant and cum spraying out from the act, causing the captain to cry out in shock and untold pleasure. The princess said she was going to have Spike for the night, and it looked like he was definitely going to fulfill his end of that promise.

As her sensitive breasts flopped beneath her chin, her supple ass bouncing against his hard waist with every thrust, and as a loud, barking scream of ecstasy left her throat, the captain could only hope she would be able to last the night as well.

Meanwhile...

There were a great many secrets within Canterlot Castle, built over the centuries through magic, ingenious architects, and just a bit of planning. Hidden pathways, secret staircases, rooms through which one could only enter or leave with magic, gateways to escapes in different parts of the city, and even a hidden garden, invisible to all but those who knew where to look. However, the most common form of these hidden and secretive rooms was one that Celestia, herself, currently sat in, a room through several secret entrances, and on the other side of the very special room...

“He is impressive, I will give you that,” one of the guards said, standing as Celestia lounged on a large couch, watching the scene unfold before her. “I still do not see why the rest of the castle is getting so worked up over a dragonkin, though. He is unusual, yes, but we have had plenty of unusual specimens delivered over the years, and we thought many of those might help, yet few ever did.”

“Shieldmaiden Lila, might I remind you that I invited you to this private screening?” Celestia asked, watching as the captain finished stripping herself of her armor. A one-way mirror, disguised as a painting above the bed, and magically altered so as to be unnoticeable to even a trained eye, was their window into the bedroom of Spike, where they could see and hear everything. “I appreciate your counsel, but I’m trying to watch.”

“He probably exaggerated his life,” the other guard said, removing her helmet. “I have not yet heard back from the spies I sent out on the matter, but I highly doubt he has fathered even a tenth of the children he has claimed to.”

“Whatever the case, Eclipse, we will come to that when they get back to us,” Celestia replied. “Now then, notice how he is letting her undress him? He is not taking the initiative as others might, no, he is letting her set the pace, letting her dictate how this moves along.”

When the final pieces of his clothes dropped, the room fell silent for several moments, before Lila spoke up. “I... I did not expect that.”
“Indeed, nor did I,” Celestia muttered as the unseen pair lined up with one another, talking of children and love and duty. “He’s not just jumping in, you see.”

As soon as the pair began, Moondancer writhing around on the bed and Spike firmly planting himself inside of her, Celestia looked over at her two bodyguards. Eclipse wasn’t reacting all too visibly, her gaze locked onto Moondancer’s beautiful bouncing breasts. Lila, however, seemed split between shifting her legs from side to side and watching the motion of Spike’s muscular hips pump against the captain’s own.

Celestia had always had an inkling into the sexual preferences of those around her, some more than others. Several of the men who worked as her guards were not into women in the slightest, whereas others were known to inhabit some of the more respectable gentleman’s clubs in the city's capital. The same went for a good portion of her female guards; some were openly involved with at least one other man, and others seemed to keep their distance from the opposite sex. Then there were others, like herself and her sister, that seemed evenly split between the two sexes. To Celestia, so long as it did not interfere with their duties or their loyalty, she could care less who fucked who, so long as it wasn’t anything illegal, or something of that nature.

Of course, a direct order from her was also a good way to decide just how to deal with those who would likely refuse an order if given by someone other than herself. Celestia was beloved by her guards in so many ways that refusing an order was almost unheard of. She didn’t openly lord the kind of power and influence like this over her subjects, preferring to request something rather than order it, but in this kingdom, the words of her and her sister were literal law, so if they would not comply willingly, they would do so obediently.

“Shieldmaiden Lila,” Celestia said, turning to her guards. “You may remove your armor now.”

The two women looked at the princess in surprise. “Your highness?” Lila asked, legs quivering as Spike and Moondancer, having finished their first bout, now were going at it again, this time the beautiful captain riding the dragonkin like a thoroughbred, the bed beneath them shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

“You are clearly aroused by this situation, and I cannot have my guards being inattentive if they are clearly elsewhere,” the princess said with a smirk. “Lila, you may remove your armor, and deal with that at your discretion.”

It did not take long for the woman’s armor to be on the ground, and soon after, Lila sat spread-legged near the magical one-way mirror, moaning as her fingers swirled around in her already-wet womanhood.

“Eclipse?” Celestia asked, the scene before them now transitioning to Spike ramming into Captain Moondancer from behind, the gorgeous captain squealing as her whole body jiggled with the force of his powerful thrusts.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“You are needed here as well,” the princess said, sitting up and spreading her legs apart, revealing a pink, shaven, and slightly dripping pussy. “Time to put that oft-sharp tongue of yours to good use, before I have Spike try you after he tries Lila here.”

Author's Note

Well, this took a bit longer than I had anticipated, and became about twice as long as I had originally planned. Hope you enjoyed it!

Epilogue

Princess Celestia smiled as her guards filed into her bedroom, the light of the noon sun filtering through the curtains as a light breeze moved them to and fro. It was indeed a momentous day, a day she had been anxious to reach ever since she had received the word almost a year ago to the day that her captain had been successful in testing their concubine.

Well, calling Spike a concubine wasn’t entirely correct, but calling him the “royal breeding stud” wasn’t the most polite term to use either. He now had a wide range of duties, from management of gardens to ensuring the safety of visiting diplomats staying within the castle walls, and even as a secondary messenger to guards and servants, should the princesses be too busy to do so.

Still, the term was apt, especially seeing that today, it was her turn to “try him out”, as some of the servants had said. She had to admit, she was nervous, at the prospect of being a mother. It did excite her, but also worried her, for more than a few reasons. With a claim to the throne, any child of hers would also have to contend with possible siblings, as well as half-siblings, like those of Luna, once she too had her turn with Spike. Then the public would have to be informed of the child, and then the child would have to perform as expected in public, so as to not upset many of the people who supported the princesses. Then there would be possible talks of alliances through marriage, betrothals, and the like. So, in short, a lot would come of her becoming a mother, more than just having a baby.

However, the signs had so far been very good, and Celestia was more than pleased she had brought Spike into the palace, as were quite a few others.

Captain Moondancer had spent an entire week with Spike, and within two months, had found herself with child, a momentous announcement that had brought powerful and noble women from all over the kingdom to her front door, to start lining up for their “crack at the stud”, as they called Spike. Near the end of her pregnancy, Moondancer had needed time off in the royal infirmary, and before they knew it, Moondancer had given birth to a healthy baby boy.

The next guard after several noblewomen had had their turn was Shieldmaiden Lila, whose desire for a child had exceeded even Moondancer’s, though she had tried her best to keep quiet about it. For nearly a month, the woman remained nearly attached to Spike’s hip, the two engaging in often vigorous sex wherever she could trap him, from a broom closet to his bedroom, the royal showers, and even behind the royal throne when nobody was looking. More than once Celestia had caught the pair fucking when they should have been working, but she paid it no mind, knowing full well that Spike was going to have his work cut out for him.

After her subsequent, and frankly unsurprising pregnancy, Lila was then replaced by Guard Eclipse, who had done almost everything she could short of refusing a direct order to get out of sex with Spike. Under supervision she had requested, which the princess had reluctantly granted, she had sex with Spike just once, somehow getting him to agree to do so blindfolded and tied up, so he could not see or touch her naked body while she rode him.

“A strange one, she is,” Celestia muttered. Eclipse didn’t even dislike men, she simply wanted things done that way, and everyone, Spike included, had been willing to oblige her this series of strange requests.

She had wound up with twins, born only a few weeks ago, and had asked in secret several months before if it was alright for her to talk with Spike about a possible favor for a good friend of hers. Celestia, of course, had allowed it, and already, there was speculation if the friend in question, a famous stage actress, was going to birth twins or even triplets.

After her came several noble and powerful ladies, ranging from all walks of life in the upper crust of society. Many of these women had been fairly reluctant at first, unsure of what to expect from the dragonkin, but after some time with him, many had personally thanked Princess Celestia for giving them this opportunity, and as it stood, there hadn’t been a single unsuccessful attempt. Even if there had been, Celestia knew nothing would change for Spike, as the number of children steadily outgrew the number of women he was required by law to bed. At this rate, he wouldn’t have to sleep with anyone on a regularly scheduled basis, meaning he would have a lot more free time on his hands in the near future. This was looked forward to by more than a few women in the palace, who had already taken advantage of some of his regularly scheduled free time.

Hell, Moondancer was already pregnant again, having only found out a few weeks ago, and it wasn’t going to be long before Lila was once more as well, judging from how often the princess caught her and the dragonkin together.

So, as her guards stood silently in the room, some of them sporting loose-fitting clothing to make room for their swollen bellies, Celestia rang a small bell at her bedside. Within moments, wearing a golden robe and sporting the stubble earned from several days of shaving probation, strode Spike.

“Yes, your highness?” He asked, as stoic as ever, even as eyes from many a female guard swept over his body, and in turn, his eyes glanced occasionally at the swollen bellies in the room.

“Spike, are you ready to accept your most important assignment yet?” The princess asked, steadying her nerves as best she could.
“Yes, your grace.”

“Then you are to disrobe, come to my bed, and spend the night with me,” she said, shrugging her gown from her shoulders, and letting her bountiful breasts spill out of their tight confines.

Spike seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as he removed his clothes. “Your highness, it is barely noon. Why did you say spend the night, if we are to begin now?”

“Because we will not stop until next morning, barring exhaustion,” Celestia said with a predatory smile, eyes gleefully wandering up and down the exquisite specimen before her. “Now get over here, and give me an heir to the throne.

Author's Note

Welp, there we go, a nice little cliffhanger/teaser for what else lies ahead for Spike. I think that just about wraps up what I wanted for this story, a story I started all the way back in July, and worked on in three different variations. At least, before I more or less combined them all, rewrote or fixed them up, added in a ton more stuff, and got some help from a friend on this site (beirirangu) to finally get it ready for publishing.

Hope you enjoyed it!