Chapters 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.
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...
Despite his doubts when the Princess shared her plan, Spike eventually relented. He knew Twilight Sparkle already had her suspicions, after all. But he almost hated to share the special little thing he had with Celestia. They were able to satisfy each other's needs, settling into a comfortable rhythm as they took charge in the bedroom. Even their dreams were a sea of bliss due to Luna's influence, ensuring that aside from his chores and her royal duties they were rarely ever apart.
It was a quiet evening when Twilight arrived. Silk curtains billowed around the balcony, the cool wind whistling in. “H-hi Twilight,” he croaked with a hard swallow. For a moment he felt so little again, fearful that she wouldn't improve.
“Hmm.” Clops sounded when Twilight approached, circling around him, her lips pursed. The moon's soft rays fell over them, the shadows crawling over the walls. “So...Celestia's told me all about what you two have been up to.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to tell you, but-”
“I want to see it for myself.” Her cheeks colored. “For...scientific reasons, of course. Not much is known about pony and dragon mating habits. And you don't mind, do you, Celestia?” She looked over her shoulder.
“Of course not. That's why I called you here, after all.” She wrapped a wing around her former student and pressed her close. Her mouth pressed closer to her ear. “But wouldn't it be better to be an active participant?”
“What?! But I couldn't...with Spike...” She burned brighter.
“Why not? He's no longer your assistant. You're both adults. And I know you must have needs, no matter how much you'd like to believe yourself above them.” She traced a forehoof over her flanks, taking special care to massage her cutie marks.
Spike couldn't tear his eyes away, his loins stirring. Pretty soon Twilight whimpered under Tia's soothing touch, sitting on her haunches to try and hide the swell of her vulva lips, her inflamed canal forming a viscous pool of marecum below which matted her now sticky bottom. His dragonhoods crept out, the pair seeing each other as potential mates for the first time.
With a giggle Celestia whispered in a sultry tone, “Show her, Spike. You want to be bred, don't you, Twilight? You've been alone for so long, and it's not healthy to keep oneself so pent up all the time. I can tell you both want this.”
It was true. Twilight understood she was a sexual creature like any creature on an intellectual level, but she rationalized she was somehow above baser needs, that a quick masturbation session so she could get back to studying and work was all she required. But wasn't play a form of learning, too? And she gave herself so little time for recreation these days...
Still, she balked at the idea of mating with Spike. Certainly, he was handsome enough ever since he'd matured, but it was difficult not to picture her little sidekick when she looked at him. But she shook the image away. Until she accepted what he'd become, he'd never be able to truly grow. To her shame she realized she was still babying him, holding him back!
“I'll do it.” Twilight took deliberate trots towards him. “You can...can make me a mare, Spike!” She winced at her words, unable to hide her embarrassment when they slipped out, but knew they'd come from the heart. “But first...”
She indicated with a wave of her hoof that he should lay down. He nodded and settled onto his back. Turning, she leveled her shapely bottom towards him, and gradually lowered it down onto his snout. The sight of her wet slit, which dripped onto his face, and her puckered asshole filled his vision. Pretty soon her plush buttocks pancaked across his maw.
Gulping hard, she gazed transfixed at his pink twin dragonhoods. Naturally wetted and ridged with soft but firmly, flesh protrusions. Tentatively she poked his cocks, which wobbled a twinge. “I-I know what these are,” she wheezed. “They're too stimulate one's mate, which will open up their cervix entrance further, and...and allow more of his sperm to inseminate her.”
She burned to her ovaries. She'd released a few eggs, her body naturally wanting to be bred, to bear his Kirin. Her lower portions contracted, her womb dripping its goo, her tight slit which she'd only ever let toys touch winked. She reflexively whined to be mated and her face burned redder than ever. “Spikey, I-” She couldn't bring herself to beg for it, instead shaking her rump. Unable to deny somepony so close to her, he slid his tongue into her slit, starting to lazily explore her.
Tensing up, Twilight planted gentle pecks down his cocks, tracing her forehooves over their moist surfaces. She breathed in his masculine musk, unable to look away from his powerful entrances, both impatient and fearful to take them inside her.
Celestia raised a hoof to her mouth and chuckled. “Let it come naturally.”
The pair surrendered to their baser, always unspoken desires. He lapped at her sexholes, which squeezed around his tongue, able to explore her deeper than anything she'd ever dared try. At the same time she rubbed his girths upon her cheeks, and then moved towards the tips, thinking to take them both into her maw but realizing their was no way she could.
“Allow me.” Celestia marched up, and pressed her lips around one of the penis heads. Gently she laid a forehoof atop her former student's head, and pressed it down, helping her take in his salty length. Guiding her, they settled into a steady rhythm, Tia easily able to take him to the base, while Twi sputtered and struggled, desperate to keep pace and please him.
Of course it proved even more difficult when he started to grow once more, his lust-addled mind causing his bulk to swell with muscles, his meat distending their throats a tad. He grunted and wrapped his claws around their heads in a dominant fashion, eyes turning to slits, sliding into a more primitive state, seeing them as his prized mates to be taken as he wished.
Suckling on his dicks, slurping and tracing their tongues around his meatshafts, they inhaled his aroma. Thick wads of precum oozed onto their tongues and down their throats, almost enough to be a stallion's full emission, but was little more than the warm up that started to balloon their cheeks. They moaned and drank it down, addicted to the texture and flavor.
Grunts escaped Spike, who bared and clenched his razor teeth, eyes strained closed. His loins throbbed and his balls churned, his shafts blowing spurt-after-spurt into his newly formed herd, erupting down their gullets much faster than they could take. It burned up their nostrils, splashing out, smearing their gums and sticking between their teeth.
Eventually the pair were forced to withdraw, excess dripping down their mouths, a fresh layer showering their faces. They were absolutely drenched, loose hairs sticking to cum-soaked cheeks, tethering their stained eyelashes. The mares continually stroked him to the last drop, and he continued to throb and shudder with his latest volcanic release.
Barely giving them a moment's rest, he rose and flipped them over, stacking Twilight atop Celestia who were both on all fours. He swatted their flanks possessively, studied the way their buttocks wobbled and were marked red with his prints, and unceremoniously rammed himself into their marehoods which were thankfully rather wet by this time.
“Sp-Spike,” cooed Twilight, who nibbled upon Celestia's nape, their wings jutting out to full plume. Losing all sense of control, driven solely by lust at this point, Spike took his mares rather roughly, driving against their cervix entrances with repeated strikes. His ridges massaged their warm insides, kissed their g-spots, their final barriers further oozing and opening wide.
With another plunge he drove himself all the way into their slippery wombs. He bottomed out inside them, their stomachs warping, his claws kneading their asscheeks. Groans and moans mixed while he forcefully bred his equally lusty mates.
Their docks raised their tails, their puckered assholes clenching, their cunts milking him for all he was worth. His testicles slapped each time he humped them, mounting his prey, unable to think of anything else but putting Kirin inside them. It was their natural purpose; they were biologically made to be bred, and likewise, he needed to spread his seed and assure his line's survival. But like him, they were virtually immortal, and thus he could knock them up as many times as he wished!
Their bodies rocked under the savage blows. Twilight was the first to release, squirting atop Tia's wide buttocks, and she soon followed, the pair screaming and creaming. They shook and flopped, needily pressing their backsides into him.
Hollering, he hilted himself balls deep one more time. Both his rods popped in tandem, flooding their wombs directly with his splooge. Their stomachs flopped out loosely, swelled by his emissions, their eggs swimming in an endless sea of male milk.
Sanity returned to the predatory creature, and he lazed around his mates, still happily locked inside them. His wings and tail curled around his lovers, drawing them close to cuddle him, and they nuzzled his powerful musculature, drenched in sweat and a mixture of masculine and feminine excretions. “I love you two,” he whispering stroking their faces and manes.
“Thank you Spike,” murmured Twilight with tears in the corners of her eyes.
“You were wonderful,” mused Celestia. “Both of you.” She kissed Twi on the cheek.
“I'm the luckiest creature in Equestria,” said Spike, thankful that in his lust-induced state he hadn't harmed them. But these alicorns were tough. He was proud to call them his. Perhaps in time, they'd come out openly with their relationship, starting with their inner circle. But for now they were simply content to enjoy one-another's company.
Gradually the trio drifted into a peaceful slumber. And even then, Luna filled their dreams with more pleasant fantasies, so they never needed to be far apart from each other for long. He shared a smile with them, softly snoring well into the night.