Playing Pretend

Celestia had already been gone for five minutes, and the clock continued to tick. With every moment that passed, Spike longed for the princess just a little more. He especially wanted to pick up where they had left off, the kissing. His heart began to race in his chest just by the act of thinking about it, and his lips tingled as he recalled the feeling of Celestia’s mouth pressed against his.

Staring off into space, wondering what might happen during his next encounter with his ‘girlfriend’, Spike failed to sense the presence of a pony sneaking up on him from behind. An unidentifiable finger tapped his shoulder from across the bar, and the dragon jumped in his seat.

It was Luna, and she wore a silly expression as she grinned at him from behind the counter. “You’re in a particularly good mood, aren’t you?”

As the initial sense of fear began to subside, Spike’s eyes narrowed in her direction. That was the second time she had snuck up on him in less than twenty-four hours, and he didn’t need that kind of stress. Life was difficult enough without having to worry about a crazy princess lurking in the shadows. “I wish you’d stop doing that...”

The princess of the night smirked and rolled her eyes as she rested her elbows on the counter top. “Where’s the fun in that, Spike? Anyway, I can here to congratulate you.”

She’d peaked Spike’s interest, but he was still skeptical. He found it difficult to trust a mare that could seemingly appear anywhere and everywhere she wanted at a whim, especially when she seemed to only use those powers with the sole purpose of causing him annoyance. “Congratulate me? Why?”

Again, Luna chuckled and rolled her eyes, like she was amused by the youn dragon’s cluelessness. “For winning the affections of my sister, of course. Not everyone possess the charm to cause her to swoon like you. Oh, you should have heard the way she spoke of you last night...”

Spike’s ears began to feel hot, and they twitched with excitement. “Re-Really? What does she say?”

As though no pony was watching her, Luna casually climbed over the bar and plopped herself onto the stool beside his. “Ah... That kind of information is something I won’t give up so easily. I respect my sister’s privacy, after all. If you want to know more, you’ll have to ask Celestia yourself.”

The princess’ eyes darted towards the crowd briefly before returning to meet Spike’s. There seemed to be a shift in her attitude. What used to be a cheeky grin a mischievous fire in her eyes turned somber. “She comes now. Do whatever makes you happy, but I urge you to take caution, Spike.”

Luna stood up from the bar and turned her back to him, leaving the dragon with even more questions. “Caution? What are you talking about?”

As she began to walk away, the princess paused and looked over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. “My sister cares about you, Spike, but you aren’t the first, and you most certainly won’t be the last.”

Spike frowned at her, and resentment for Luna began to swell in his chest, like she was intentionally trying to drive a wedge between him and Celestia. “What are you saying?”

Luna turned her head, looking forward and away from Spike once again. “I’m saying... enjoy yourself, but be careful.”

Then she vanished. In the blink of an eye, Luna had dissipated into thin air, leaving him alone at the bar, but he wasn’t alone for long. Spike caught a glimpse of white through the crowd, and his heart rate fired through the roof.

Princess Celestia peered at him through the sea of ponies and rushed to meet him. “Spike!”

He wore he largest grin he could manage as the monarch swooped him off of his seat and into her arms. It was only by being in such close proximity to her that he noticed just how... revealing her new attire really was. Celestia wore a party dress, much like the one she wore during the dinner with her parents. It was white and possessed a silky softness only royalty could achieve and hugged every curve of her body.

Then, she tilted forward ever so slightly as she looked down on him, and her deep cleavage came into view. Her chest was almost totally bare, and enough of her breasts was exsposed to make Spike drool, but the cold, sobering water in his possession allowed him a modicum of self control. He kept his eyes, for all it was worth, fixed on hers, trying desperately not to glance at the princess’ genorously sized mounds of flesh.

She must not have noticed the internal struggle tearing him apart, because she just smiled at him as kindly as ever before, maybe even more. “Spike, I’ve been looking forward to this all day... Now, it’s your turn to treat me to a nice date, one that doesn’t involve the company of my parents...” There was a slight pause as she took a deep breath. “... or my sister.”

Spike could hardly come up with the words he needed to say. Anything would be better than the silence he maintained, but all he could muster was a dumbstruck ‘nod’. At the same time, however, Princess Luna’s words echoed somewhere in the back of his mind. Her warning was cryptic, but she seemed genuinely concerned about him.

The rest of his thoughts quickly drowned out any doubts, and he took Celestia’s hand before standing up from the bar. “You have a deal, princess. Where do you want to start?”

His eyes scanned the scene around them. Ponies were still shuffling around as the festive picked up, laughing, talking, eating and drinking, and more. There was a lot to do in the immediate vicinity and even more tents and games past the town hall, but when his gaze fell back on Celestia, he saw a shift in her expression.

Her eyes, half closed, burned into his. It was hard for him to describe, but to use one of Applejack’s curious expressions, Celestia was looking at him like a hungry hound at a butcher’s window. She made a new noise he hadn’t heard before, almost as though she was purring, and closed the gap between them.

Everything around them became a blur, and Spike’s chest pounded as he felt her hot breath hit his cheek. “I think...” A finger from her free hand pressed against the middle of his chest. “... that you know exactly where I want to start, my dear Spike...” Her finger began to wander, gliding across his shirt, descending along the way.

Spike’s breathing became shortened as her palm opened and her hand cupped the bulge in his crotch, which was growing at an alarming rate.

A devilish grin crossed her lips as she gave it a gentle squeeze. “I saw you looking, you know. Why do you think I dressed this way?” Her hand had singled out the shaft of his member and was now rubbing him in plain view of the dozens of ponies that hadn’t offered them an ounce of attention. “I’m flattered that you like to look, but I wanted you to do a lot more than just simply stare at them...”

Spike couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, and what was worse, the actions coming from her hand. None of it was real, it couldn’t be. He would blink once or twice, and it would all be over, nothing more than reminants of a weird dream. That had to be it! Luna had probably played a prank on him by influencing his dream.

Celestia was getting more and more frisky and had nibbled on his ear. Then, a sharp sting brough him back to reality, and Spike came to the frightening truth that he was not asleep and was not dreaming. “Come on, Spike...” Her moan soaked right into his ear, causing his shaft to twitch in his pants. Let’s find someplace where we can be alone.” She finally let go of his groin and raised her arm to brush her silky hair out of her face, all without losing her smile.

Then, still holding onto his hand, she lured him away from the bar, through the sea of ponies enjoying the festival, and up the dirt road towards the palace.

***Up Next: Getting Started***