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!