Playing Pretend

The crystal palace was quiet, dark, and completely void of activity. Twilight and everypony else were still presiding over the Festival of Laughter at the center of town, and they would not be returning for some time.

Considering how quiet it was, Spike couldn’t shake the deafening silence from his ears. His foot steps making contact with the cold, crystal floor caused an echoing effect to resonate throughout the hall as Celestia lead him by the hand. He was focused on her from behind, her movements, and her body, still trapped inside the tight confines of her white gown. His heart beat thundered in his ears. He thought she might have said something to him, but he couldn’t understand her. “Wh-What?”

Celestia looked over her shoulder at him and flashed a cheeky grin. “I only asked which room is the one you sleep in, Spike.”

His member twitched in his pants, and he swallowed hard. This was really happening, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not that he wanted to, anyway, but there was still the feeling of helplessness that loomed over him. He knew very well which room was his, but he couldn’t focus on a single thought long enough to answer her.

When he did manage to point at his door, Celestia swiftly pulled him closer and together, they both slipped inside. She was on him in seconds, clasping his face between her hands. The kisses that followed were fast and relentless as their lips connected again and again.

Each time her mouth touched his, Spike’s mind exploded into a collection of frenzied and disorganized thoughts. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, the night sky pierced through the windows, and the glow of the moon illuminated her just enough for Spike to see her. Then, the kissing ceased, and he felt a forceful shove against his chest. The last thing he saw was Celestia’s outstretched arms as he fell onto his back, hitting the mattress of his bed.

His brain was fried, and his vision was haze, but when he saw the princess approaching the bed, he saw a spark in her eyes, visable only under the moonlight from the windows. She looked like a fox who’d cornered her next meal, and he was her prey.

Then, there was a slight shift in her expression, and she stopped, just before reaching the edge of his bed. She lifted both of her hands to her shoulders and dropped the straps of her gown that covered them, allowing the dress to fall slightly. “Spike...” Her voice sounded husky, and every breath was deep. “I need this... I need you...” The rest of her gown fell away and hit the floor, and her naked body came into full view. “Will you give it to me?”

Spike was in uncharted territory, no man’s land. He’d never had sex with a mare or come close, and here was the princess of the sun herself readily offering herself to him. His eyes scanned every inch of her body a thousand times over, soaking in every curve, her sleek skin, and her most sensitive areas. Her breasts were everything he imagined them to be and more. They were larger than the avaerage mare’s by a sizable margin and topped off by two rosy pink nipples, one on each mound and highlighted by large, round areola. They cast a sort of shadow on her toned stomach, which ultimately lead to her crotch.

A gasp escaped his lips as he stared at her slit, bare and completely shaven. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, glistening with what he could only assume was her natural lubrication. Never before had he seen the real thing, previously relying on his imagination to get the job done.

The silence between them was growing more and more awkward, causing him to worry. Celestia remained motionless at the edge of the bed, and Spike realized at that moment that she was actually giving him a chance to back away, to say ‘no’, but he wasn’t about to take that chance. He swallowed the saliva that had been building in his mouth and nodded his head. “Yeah...”

That was it. Their verbal contract was finalized, and he’d given her his consent. The invisible barriers separating them dissipated, and Celestia climbed onto the bed, crawling forward on her hands and knees until she was on top of him. Her breasts hovered over his neck, and she smiled down at him, giving them a little shake to entice the dragon into feeling her up. “Go on, Spike... Do whatever you like...”

He looked back and forth between her and the boobs in his face. Finally, with his heart beating rapidly in his chest and twisting with anticipation, he placed his hands on her stomach and slide them up her body to meet her breasts.

At first contact, Celestia let out a sharp gasp that was quickly followed by a soft whimper, but she made no attempt to stop him. Spike didn’t know what to expect, being so new to the concept of foreplay, but he did everything he thought he was supposed to do, first taking her breasts in his palms and closing his fingers around her flesh. They weren’t as firm as he originally though they would be, not so much like big pillows, but squishy and warm.

Her nipples had an entirely different texture, being much tougher, but every time his fingers brushed over them, Celestia would make an unusual noise. He hoped it was a good noise and that he was doing it right, because he didn’t want to stop just yet. Above him, her lips moved, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. “What?”

She was breathing heavily, like she’d just finished a hundred yard dash. “I want... you to suck on them...” There was something about the tone of her voice that the young dragon found exciting, like she was desperate for him to inflict more pleasure on her, pleading almost. “Please, Spike...”

He wanted to. He’d do anything to make her happy at this point, but if he was going to give her what she wanted, he wanted to do it right.

Spike released her breasts and noticed just how sweaty his hands were. Then, he gave her a gentle push. Celestia didn’t resist and fell in the direction he wanted, ending up on her back as he rolled on top of her. Looking down at her naked body, Spike felt as though his chest were about to burst open. She looked vulnerable beneath him, and with her arms resting over her head, her breasts fell to each side of her sleek form.

She looked up at him curiously, batting her eyes. “Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

Without uttering a word, Spike eyed her breasts and licked his lips. Then, he leaned forward, mouth open, and he closed them around her left nipple. Celestia let out a cry and reared her head back. The movements he made with his mouth didn’t seem so spectacular to him, but it was driving her wild. Her nipple fell clumsily from his mouth, and he had to quickly find it again, which was difficult in the dark.

This time, his lips latched on tight, and he began to suck as though it were a straw, assuming that was what she meant by her previous request. He wasn’t so sure, because the action seemed kind of silly to him, but Celestia sure liked it. Her body was writhing in pleasure underwear his, and he was forced to pin her down in order to keep her still.

The princess let out a throaty groan. “Do the other one...”

Spike paused briefly, not sure if he had understood her, but his eyes then turned to her other breast, which had been left unattended since he began. It then became clear, and he released the nipple from his mouth, now soaked with his saliva and slightly swollen from the agitation caused by his lips and teeth. He then dove onto her right breast, repeating the sexual actions that he had performed on the other one, but this time, neither boob was left out.

He freed his left hand from holding down Celestia and brough it down to her left breast and closed his fingers around it. Her legs were flailing in every direction now, kicking up and down despite Spike’s best efforts to hold her. “Spike... Oh, Spike, don’t you dare stop... Spike!” She arched her back and thrusted her waist into the air as her head reared back, sinking into the pillow behind her. “Damn it, Spike!”

In the blink of an eye, Spike was on his back, and Celestia was mounting his legs, her fingers furiously fiddling with his belt buckle. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him. “Spike... Look at what you’re making me do... I’m so horny that I can’t even think straight...” In one swift pull, his shorts and boxers came clean off, and his stiff cock sprang into view.

Celestia licked her lips hungrily as she positioned herself over it, propping herself up with one hand while holding up his shaft with the other. “Enough playing around... Let’s get started, shall we?”

***Up Next: All The Way***