Celestia's New Throne

The first time Spike visited the Canterlot Palace, he'd barely been able to look Celestia in the eyes, despite the presence of his friends. She towered over the small drake, like a voluptuous Goddess, casting a looming shadow over him. At first he'd fidgeted, but with time he'd crack jokes, and even raised a few giggles a couple of times; but was it mere politeness?

Worse of all he couldn't help but steal glances at those wide, foal-bearing hips and those plush buttocks, not helped that from his height he was eye-level with her unmentionables. Sometimes he'd start to drift into a fantasy where she'd back that ass up into his snout, then rapidly shook them away, fearing his twin dragonhoods would sneak out from their sheath. That would be rather awkward to explain! No, he'd simply tuck those fantasies away for later, when he was safely tucked away in his bed.

Now he found whatever excuse he could to tag-along. One day he decided to visit by his lonesome. The royal guards and duty nodded to him and offered clip salutes with their forehooves. He smiled nervously back, padded into the double doors of the palace, and traveled down the plush carpet. He simply needed to capture another glimpse of that perfectly-sculpted derriere.

But what would he say when she asked why he'd come? Well, that was future Spike's problem! Unfortunately, the future was now, as he was admitted into a private session with the solar Princess. He swallowed hard when the doors clasped shut with a heavy thud behind him. His knees knocked and he trembled when he approached. Not even Luna was here to come between them. “U-m, uh, hi there, Celestia!” He wiped his brow and stared up at her. “W-well, I've kind of-”

“Come to see me? You don't need a reason for a friendly visit.” Her imperious look broke with a chuckle, her ethereal mane and tail flowing behind the statuesque beauty. “Or perhaps you see something you like?” She smiled politely.

“You certainly are beautiful,” he admitted. “Oh, that's not too forward, I hope? I'm sorry, Princess!”

With a wave of her forehoof she dismissed that. “No need to apologize. And please, just Celestia. I'd like to think we're close friends, after all this time. Be honest, Spike.” She spread her wings to full plume, took a few trots down the steps, then sailed and touched down before him. He nearly jumped in her presence as her shadow fell over him. “I've seen you looking, you know.”

He gulped and nearly took a reflexive step back, struggling to meet her imperious gaze. “P-pardon?”

“At my ass.” Such bluntness and vulgarity from lips shocked him. “Do you like it? Be honest.”

“It's...it's wonderful,” he murmured when she slowly rocked her hips.

“Perhaps you'd appreciate a closer look?” She gradually turned so that her backside faced him. Using her dock, she teasingly raised her tail all the way, exposing the tight slit of her flower, a hint of pastel pink showing, and a similar coloring from the ring of her puckered anus. “No need to be ashamed. Feel free to take a long, close look.” She tittered.

“But why? I mean, I certainly appreciate it, but-”

“I'm actually flattered by the attention. In truth, I...haven't been with a stallion in quite a long time. In my position I always have to fear somepony will talk. Casual sex is out of the question, let-alone marriage, which would threaten my position. Luna is kind enough to give me some...exotic dreams to sate my urges, but in truth I seek greater fulfillment. Perhaps you'd do me the honor?” Patiently she looked over her shoulder and awaited his response with a certain vulnerability like she expected disappointment. He'd never seen her like this before, and it made her somehow even seem more alluring.

“I'd-I'd love to! But how can I? To be honest, I don't have any real experience.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, I'm a mare with simple needs at heart. And since you seem so fascinated with my posterior, how would you like to be my new throne?” Her mischievous smile widened. “Actually, you can help me fulfill a fantasy that will make me feel even more powerful. Hard as it may be for the common pony to believe, I'm plagued with doubts on a regular basis.”

“I understand that. It's hard to pretend like you're perfect all the time, huh? Everypony has a certain view of you and you have to try and live up to it. Luna likes to complain, but she gets to be the 'fun' one, while nopony understands you.”

“Flatterer.” She laughed. “Just for that I'll give you a little reward...” She lowered her supple buttcheeks onto him, smooshing and pancaking, like a pair of marshmallows that somehow even put Rarity's wondrous plot to absolute shame.

His view was soon swallowed up by the spreading suns that made up her cutie mark. Her orifices spread when she lowered her weight down onto him, and he sunk onto his back, used like a royal pillow by her fleshy cushions. She shifted her weight, adjusting herself with a low moan, her buttocks flowing over his snout which sunk into her sexhole.

He breathed in the scent of her pussy, widening while he slid deep into her, slathered in her feminine juices which oozed into his mouth. He slurped down the nectar, practically drowning in it, resisting the urge to explore her caverns with his tongue without her permission. “Do what you like,” she offered almost like she could somehow read his thoughts. “I don't mind.”

By now his dragonhoods sprang fully erect from their sheath. Precum dripped from their tips. She teasingly traced them with a forehoof while his tongue wormed its way into her fleshy cave, impossibly long and thin. He traced over her spongy g-spot and a clear coo escaped her, blushing as she was caught off-guard. Further in he traveled, until he jabbed into her cervix entrance.

Wiggling his way inside, he broke the barrier to her womb, and started to caress its slippery walls with a slurp. She started to bounce her ass atop him, his eyes locked on her asshole, which like her cunt started to flex with need. “I suppose it isn't nice to simply tease you,” she whispered tracing circles around his shafts with her forehooves, feeling the ridges that lined them.

She lowered her snout, closed both penises together, and slipped the pair of them into her mouth. He hissed and nearly came on the spot. Further she devoured them, until they filled her gullet, distending it. Lewd noises escaped her mouth while she slowly but passionately bobbed her head. He strained and tensed up, patting the side of her thick thigh to warn her.

But she continued to take him all the way to the hilt, faster even, her tongue rolling around his girths. She continued to smack her rump upon his face. Her horn lit up as she seized one of his claws with her aura, directing it until a couple of his digits were forced up her rectum. She hilted him when he started to throb. His face twisted as he lost control.

He howled when he started to unload. Jizz flooded into her mouth faster than she could swallow down his salty spunk, but she didn't withdraw, even when her nostrils started to burn as spunk erupted from her nostrils. His dense, virile cream burned hot, bubbling and popping. She swallowed it down, and her own marehood quivered when she too let herself loose.

She squirted repeatedly over his face and into his throat. He sipped directly from her honeypot, like it was the holy grail given physical form, his mind dulling from sheer, mind-numbing bliss. She continued to suckle from him until the last drop was emptied from his balls. Her nethers quaked as the last of her multiple climaxes were ridden out.

The last thing he saw was her beautiful smile when he finally passed out.