Playing Pretend

Spike held his breath as Celestia’s shadow fell over him. Her body eclipsed the moonlight coming from the window hitting her back. To put it simply, she looked stunningly beautiful as she straddled his shaft. Neither of them said anything as she slowly began to descend, pausing ever so briefly as the tip of his cock poked her slit, slightly parting the folds that were now wet from anticipation.

Celestia bit her lower lip as the head slipped inside, and Spike fought the urge to scream out loud, instead managing a low growl. It felt unusual, not at all what he was expecting, but nothing could have prepared him for this very moment. The first thing he noticed was the heat. Warmth enveloped his cock as it slowly disappeared inside of the princess. Then, there was the slimy texture of her inner depths. Her natural lubrication allowed for a seamless entry, even though his girth stretched her a little.

Celestia let out a loud moan as she sat on Spike’s waist, his cock fully embedded in her womb. She remained still for several moments, likely catching her breath. Then, with both hands on Spike’s chest, she began to lift herself back up.

Spike watched with wide eyes as more and more of his member became visible again, now glistening in the moonlight thanks to the princess’ fluids. It was cold now, far colder than what he was expecting. A light breeze across his groin caused him to shiver, also thanks to Celestia’s secretions. He wanted desperately to penetrate her again, just for the warmth she could provide.

Celestia looked down at him with a curious expression. “Are you alright, Spike?” Something on the edge of her voice sounded like genuine concern. She knew this was his first time, so she must have been taking extra steps to ensure his comfort for her sake as well as his own. “I need to know that you’re feeling good too...”

Spike looked at their connection. His cock was still halfway imbedded in her slit. Honestly, he was feeling so many emotions and senses at once that he didn’t know how to feel, just the perpetual sense of anticipation and excitement. “Yeah, I’m fine... I just...” His voice fell quiet, and he sighed softly.

Celestia smiled sweetly at him. She shifted her hands from his chest and lowered body so it was pressed against his and their faces were level. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Spike nodded his head, earning a silly chuckle from her. “Don’t worry, Spike. I like that about you. It’s kinda cute, actually, but you have nothing to fear. You’re already inside me, so what else is there to lose?”

Spike hadn’t thought of it like that. He was already inside her. Their most private areas had made a connection that could never be undone. His virginity was a thing of the past, for better or for worse, and it had been taken by Princess Celestia of all mares, something he would never have predicted.

Without waiting for a response, she closed the gap and pressed her lips against his. Their lips locked, and heavy breaths came from their noses as the kiss grew deeper. Then, Celestia began to rock her hips back and forth.

Spike wasn’t necessarily going any deeper than he was currently, but the added motion caused nerves all over his body to fire wildly. It was the extra stimulation that lead to mutual pleasure, something he was figuring out very quickly. The kiss continued, and his hands began to wander, exploring the princess’ back and legs, eventually coming to a stop over her butt cheeks.

Celestia let out a playful snarl, muffled by the kiss. Spike figured that meant he was doing a good job and she wanted him to continue, so he did. With a hand on each cheek, he groped and squeezed her ass, sometimes spreading it wide open. Then, feeling emboldened, Spike raised his right hand and brought it down, hard.

The ‘smack’ that followed echoed throughout the room, and Celestia let out a shrill cry, breaking the kiss. “Oh, Spike!” The dragon turned red, immediately fearing he’d slipped up, but Celestia narrowed her eyes at him and cocked a sly smile. “My... Such a naughty boy. Is that how things are going to be, Spike? Have I been so bad that you feel the need to punish me?” She sat upright and put her hands behind her head, pushing her breasts outward. “If that’s the case, come then... Punish me.”

Spike had lost most, of not all, of his senses. Rational thought was impossible at this point, and he was being lead by his hormones, driven by sexual instinct that had awakened within him. With each hand, he grasped onto waist, just above her upper thighs. He thrusted his hips upward to meet hers, forcing his cock back into her slit, piercing her inner-most depths as her walls squeezed him tightly.

He could feel her heartbeat, or maybe it was his own, his member pulsing inside of her. Either way, the feeling was surreal, and it caused Celestia a moment of pause. Her mouth was hanging open, but no sound came out. All she managed was a soft whimper, but even that was silenced as Spike pulled back to thrust again. Each time, the strain coming from the inner walls of her marehood seemed to give way to his cock.

Thrusts grew frequent and more forceful with every passing moment, and Celestia’s once timid whimpers quickly became howls of pleasure as she screamed out loud. Spike knew that the palace was empty, but he was sure that someone in Ponyville might be able to hear her. The rest of him decided to cross that bridge when he came to it and focus on the task at hand.

After so many thrusts, pumping his cock in and out of Celestia’s slit, he was beginning to feel numb in his groin. The constant contact and rubbing of sensitive flesh was leaving his shaft raw and without feeling, and he wondered if Celestia was having a similar experience. She kept her head back and relinquished any control she had over the situation, allowing Spike to take the lead and finish her off.

“Oh, Spike... Do it... Do it, now... I’m so close again...” Then, she let out a sharp, pained cry, and her vaginal walls slammed closed again, tightening around the dragon’s cock like a fist. Her scream pierced the night, and her wings flared out in either direction. Then, she fell forward, landing on top of Spike and gasping for air, but he didn’t stop thrusting. “Please, Spike... Oh... I’ve peaked three times already... Surely you’ve got to nearly there...” Her voice was low and cracked violently, likely as a result from her cries of pleasure. “Spike? Spike, aren’t you listening?”

Spike heard her, but he couldn’t stop, not now. He was close and rapidly nearing the brink. He pushed her over, and once again, the lovers flipped positions. Celestia yelped as she fell onto her back with her arms out and her legs spread wide open. “Spike!” There was no going back, now. He mounted her in the only way he knew how and lined the tip of his shaft up with her slit, which was now puffy and swollen. “Spike, what are you-“

Her mouth hanged open as he pushed his cock inside. Inch by inch, he filled her till his pelvis hit hers, and then, with a perfected rhythm, he pulled it back out only to push forward again and again. With every thrust, Celestia’s voice returned, and she let out an ecstatic moan. Spike noticed slight changes in his own breathing, and a knot began to twist in his groin. He was losing steam, but at the same time, he was nearing his own climax.

Spike closed his eyes tightly and fought through it, keeping Celestia in his mind. Her moans and cries filled his ears, and her arms and legs wrapped around his back. “Celestia... I’m-“

He never managed to finish his sentence. The feelings building inside of him had become overwhelming, and a paralyzing wave shook his entire body, washing over him as he was locked in place. Spike bared his teeth and let out a groan as he achieved his climax, releasing everything he had built up into the princess’ womb.

Celestia clawed his back, digging her nails deep into his skin. “Spike... Oh, Spike...” She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and began to run her fingers up and down his back and through his green hair. “You were better than I imagined you’d be...”

Spike wasn’t sure if he could even hear everything she was saying. Her voice sounded distant, and his vision was beginning to darken. He was completely spent and hadn’t the energy to ask her to repeat herself. The last thing he remembered was her saying his name as he fell to his side and blacked out.

***Up Next: Lunacy***