Celestia's New Throne

After the last session Spike wanted every excuse to shirk his responsibilities and visit Canterlot Palace. Thankfully Princess Celestia stepped in on his behalf, sending a formal letter that she required the services of a dragon for quite some time. While there were a number of questions from his closest friends, the message made it clear that his work was top secret.

He breathed a sigh of relief to know she was covering his ass. Whatever their suspicions, particularly Twilight's, none of them dared overstep their bounds. Thus he was free to continue doing what he wished. And that wish was to be Celestia's seat!

She'd have him do some menial chores with her around the palace, mostly busywork in hopes his presence wouldn't arouse suspicions. And then she'd ferry him away to her chambers in secret each night, where she'd settle into bed, positioned so that her rump rested upon his face but where he could still breath. He was in absolute heaven, given permission to grope her to his heart's content even while she slept. “Luna will be watching over us if you're nervous,” she added with a playful wink.

In truth it made her feel even more powerful to dominate a dragon like this. To make him submit to her flesh. But she hardly thought it fair to use him for her own ends, and did her best to make certain he was always satisfied, too.

It didn't take long before she drifted off in the darkness. Almost timidly he kneaded her soft cheeks with his clawtips, like he was doing something shameful, but he reminded himself not only had she okayed it, but Luna could always step in if things became uncomfortable. It was even nicer than Rarity's marshmallow derriere, not that he'd been able to touch that much, and accidents hardly counted! He was tempted not to sleep himself, content to simply enjoy the plush texture which rolled under his caresses.

Breathing in her musk, mixed with a whiff of her perfume, his twin dragonhoods slid out. Softly he traced her folds with his elongated tongue, tasting her salty-sweetness, carefully pulling on them and exposing her hot pink tunnel. She moaned low and stirred a tad, a small trickle of marecum running down his snout and chin, her wings fluttering a tad while she dreamed.

“Oh Spike,” she mumbled between soft snores. “Make me cum and I'll let you rut me rough as you like...”

“Celestia?” His words were muffled under her. She didn't respond, and he continued to lick deeper into her, slurping up the goo which pumped from her cervix entrance, strings of her arousal connecting her pulsing wet walls.

“Sister's in a deep sleep,” came the voice of Luna from seemingly nowhere. “She asked me to help her fulfill a fantasy.”

“What's...that?” He struggled to talk between slurps, tracing Tia's puckered ponut with a claw.

“Certainly, she appreciates a chance to feel more powerful than ever. But that can grow rather wearisome, as well. No, she asked if I would put her into such a state she would be almost impossible to awaken, and to let all her wildest, subconsciously suppressed fantasies run loose, while you claimed her slumbering vessel. You have her permission to use her as you wish.”

He gulped. “But what about-”

“There is no need for concern. If I sense she's uncomfortable in any way I shall step in. Look at how wet she already is. Believe me, she wants this, maybe even more than you do, hard as it is to imagine. You won't let her down, will you?”

Spike hesitated a moment before he managed a subtle nod. It was a bit off, having an audience, and Tia's sister no less, but somehow that made his cocks throb even harder for release. Greedily he was circling the alicorn's warm, sticky interior, rubbing his face into her cunt and ass, the latter of which he groped with one claw while he explored her butthole with the other.

She writhed and cooed under his tender touches. Her needy snatch rubbed upon his snout, burning and inflamed, by this point releasing a steady trickle of her honey which he swallowed. It settled into his belly like ambrosia.

He lapped faster, taking her feminine pearl into his mouth, suckling and tugging on it. All the while he jabbed his digits into her slit and asshole, driving them in rapidly with loud squelches. Within moments she creamed herself hard all over him. A flood rushed down his scaly physique, bathing his soft underbelly in her lubrication. She huffed and went limp.

Now it was his turn. Crawling out from under the Princess, he lined his dicks up with her orifices, pressing his tip against the entrances and drawing circles around them. He smeared precum around the hot, moist tunnels, and she shuddered, her open snout drooling onto a pillow. “D...don't tease me, Spike. Please, put it in me...”

Spurred by her request, he plunged inside, carving her canals into his shape. His ridged lengths tickled her walls which clenched around him. He pulled her mane with his teeth, and her tail with one arm, the other fondling a buttcheek. He landed a hard smack, and she whimpered, a red print left upon the white flesh which jiggled back into place.

They settled into a bit of role-reversal, determined to fulfill each other's unspoken wishes. For once she wanted somepony else to be in complete control, and likewise, the opportunity to sexually dominate the arguably most powerful creature in Equestria made his balls ached for release. He had no idea what she was dreaming about, all he knew was that it involved him, her teeth sinking into the pillow and chewing it open while he railed away with ever-increasing speed and force.

His tail wrapped around her barrel, curled around both her heavy teats, and squeezed the squishy mounds. He used the spaded tip to tweak her nipples, his own wingspan unfurled with hers. Grunts mixed with her muffled cries each time he speared her.

His nethers boiled for release. Grunts escaped his open maw. Was it okay to unload inside her? Well, she said he could do whatever he wished, they could always worry about the consequences later. Future Spike's problem and all that!

“You ready for this, Princess?” A twinge of cockiness entered his voice, knowing he had her at his complete mercy. Greed threatened to consume him, body become bulkier, more muscular, until he almost outclassed her in size, his weight pressing atop her and making the bed dangerously creak. “You ready to have that fertile womb filled with a dozen Kirin?!”

Groans filled the air when his cocks threatened to burst. He sheathed himself fully, rocking the bed, and loosed himself into her core. She bit down so hard the pillow exploded, feathers exploding outward and drifting in the air. A crack sounded and the bed collapsed with a thud. He continued to pin her down, Celestia weakly stirring, squirting while he continued to cum inside her.

Soon her stomach bulged outwards from an excess of his hot dragon seed. She nibbled her lower lip, fluttered her lashes and wings, tears of joy drenching down her pink-stained cheeks. “Th-thanks, sister.” Carefully to keep him locked in her, she rolled over to face her lover, wrapping her limbs and plume around him. “And thank you, Spike.” She met his snout with a kiss.

Her forehoof traced his musculature and her smile widened. “My, you've gotten so strong!” She tittered softly. “Were it socially acceptable, I'd happily marry you. Unfortunately, not everypony understands my needs or reasons, so we'll have to continue this affair in secret. Not sure how we'll explain this little boost in your appearance...”

“It'll wear off eventually. Probably. Hope I didn't hurt you?”

“Only in the most pleasant way. I'll probably walk funny for a week. Not sure how I'll hide that.” She laughed and swished her tail. “Oh, and don't worry. Contraceptive potions aren't difficult to create. Feel free to cum inside me whenever you like, how much ever you like.” She half-lidded her eyes, pressing her swollen tits upon his underbelly.

“Well, we still have a few hours to kill!” Spike nodded his head at the dark skies outside the window. “Hope this new shape doesn't wear off too fast!” She nodded and her smirk widened. It didn't take long before they were rutting like crazed animals again, thankful that Luna had cast a spell to sound-proof the room. It was an absolute wreck by the time they finished.

Sometimes she'd take the top, other times he'd hold her down, as the pair playfully wrestled for dominance. He realized they were the perfect mates for each other. It was quite possible the pair of them were virtually immortal, she could take whatever he dished out unlike a typical mare, and having been raised by ponies he'd never truly fit in with dragon society.

Likewise she could take control of him outside the bedroom, yet submit to him sexually on a whim, fulfilling herself in all the ways she wished. And in truth, she wouldn't mind another chance to sit on his face...