Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
*For clarification. In this AU humans live on average a lifespan of 110-130 years, they age slower but everything else is pretty much the same.*
Warm Embrace
Warm Embrace
“Good morning, Lady Celestia,” a woman wearing the traditional maid uniform in service to the Solaris family said before giving a respectful bow to the taller woman in front of her.
“Likewise,” Celestia replied to the maid. Celestia sighed in satisfaction at the burning feeling running across her body, all thanks to her morning exercises. Although many would argue that her ‘exercises’ were akin to a suicide attempt. Of course, most who said that were not as sturdy as her.
She stretched and popped a few joints before walking off, leaving the maid that had greeted her to her work cleaning after her workout session. Celestia walked calmly at a measured pace through the ample hallways of her household, the Solaris Mansion. Whenever a maid saw her they stopped whatever they were doing to respectfully greet the passing amazonian woman.
Despite being forty-five years old but still in her prime, Celestia stood proud and firm. Her hair, always an oddity and a giveaway for the Solaris family, was long and shiny reaching the end of her back; almost flowing with each step she took and waving in that four-colored fashion that made her stand out at all times and in every event.
And even if her hair didn’t put her in the spotlight, her sheer size and physique would do so inevitably. Standing at two meters and ten centimeters tall, Celestia normally stood a head above almost everyone else. But what truly caused to regularly be compared to the mythical amazons; the fierce warrior women of old, was her perfectly kept, healthy, fit to perfection body.
Wearing a simple red tank-top, wet from all her workout, and some shorts allowed her body to breathe and refresh as small droplets of sweat ran down her skin. Her D-cup breasts, bigger and plumper looking due to her size, bounced slightly with each step without any sign of sagging; uncaring that her areola and nipples marked an outline through the wet tank-top. Below them, her belly bore chiseled abs and an incredibly well-defined six-pack. Her waist, so ample and firm as granite, was toned and strong. Lifegiving hips were wide and equally toned as her waist, just like the rest of her body reflecting the light on her honey-tanned skin.
Her thighs, rippling with dense muscles and thick as pillars, were strong enough to crush a watermelon with frightening ease. Her long, muscular, toned, and yet still shapely legs traveled for days in a downward spiral showcasing nothing but elegance, strength, and allowing her a perfect balance. Her arms, also muscular and bathed in sweat, were the pinnacle of a training regime that sought not only retain a healthy body, but also a powerful statue of living muscles.
Even so and despite her intimidating figure, Celestia never lost that motherly and gentle aura that exuded from her at all times, nor did she lose any of her womanly charms. Her body could be intimidating, booth due to her size and her appearance, but she was decidedly one of the most beautiful woman many had seen. For even her facial features, defined, elegant, and feminine, they still had a rough, strong edge to them that both intrigued and dazzled men and women alike.
“Ah, Spotcourse,” Celestia called recognizing the Master of Keys talking to a few maids. The mature man well into his eighties but still retaining his fortitude, poise, and headstrong nature as she remembered him to always be since she was but a mere child.
“My Lady,” Spotcourse bowed his head alongside the seven maids behind him. Raising his head to meet the gaze of his mistress with his clean, neat suit, trimmed mustache, and perfectly combed hair, as always. “How may I be of service to you this day?”
Celestia smiled at the older man gently. Aside from her father, Aurora, and a few other precious individuals, Spotcourse was a man she respected from the bottom of her heart for everything he had done both for her family and herself.
“Quite. I wish you to inform the House Keeper and the Head of the Gardens that Spike, Luna, and I shall leave the mansion this afternoon for some time. We shall return in a month or so and that I officially put you in charge once again as Estate Manager,” she said the last part with absolute sincerity.
“Of course, my Lady. It shall be done to the letter,” Spotcourse bowed his head once again.
“I’ll leave you to it then, Sporcourse. If you need anything, please let me know through the usual means,” Celestia said before turning to the stairway at her left. “Have a nice day.”
“My Lady,” Spotcourse replied.
Celestia continued her mostly silent walk through the mansion’s hallways for a few minutes until she reached a large, immaculate mahogany double door guarded by four young women clad in white suits. All of them wore sunglasses and an ear-piece. While they were tall by regular standards the four women were dwarfed in every way by Celestia, they were also obviously attractive like almost every other woman, most of them being maids, working in the mansion. The only real constant that all women employed in the mansion shared was their chest size: a bountiful E-cup; some were slightly above or slightly under, but that didn’t matter.
Celestia let out a disgruntled sigh. It wasn’t her idea for all the women to share that particular characteristic in common. In fact, she previously had employed a near skeleton crew for the Household services and maintenance. Most of them, unlike Spotcourse, had left over the years after she adopted Spike.
Her anger evaporated when she remembered her son. She giggled remembering him, to the utter horror of the maids and butlers of the time, doing chores and learning to do menial tasks, like cleaning, doing laundry, and cooking. Although, Spotcourse, blessed be his heart, had also taken it upon himself to teach Spike managing and organizational skills, which he took in stride and for the most part began managing the finances of the mansion by himself at a mere twelve years of age.
Which, and she hated to admit it, put her to absolute shame in that department. Her skills were not bad but not good either. At best, her ability to manage the mansion’s finances was average. Even Luna, who excelled in that department, was impressed and silently wave Spike her duties when he showcased his talent.
It had also been during Spike’s eighteen birthday that he had chosen his own birthday gift. Namely, the current additions to the staff. The only exceptions being those few that remained from before, the four bodyguards securing the doors she was currently standing in front of, and all that existed beyond those doors.
Well, I can’t deny they have done an exceptional job. Besides, it’s what my darling Spikey wanted. And what he wants, he gets, no matter how much I dislike the idea of… other women being near him, Celestia thought before a chime was heard nearby.
“Good morning, Lady Celestia,” the four women said in perfect unison as they stepped aside to give Celestia ample space to move.
“Good morning,” Celestia replied as the doors opened up just wide enough for her to enter undisturbed. After she entered, the lights came on automatically and the doors closed again ending with a barely audible *clank*. The amazonian woman breathed deeply letting her usual composure down allowing her to relax in full. Like the rest of the mansion, the hallway, and the entire secluded wing it belonged to for that matter, was as luxurious as the rest of the mansion with one key difference.
No one outside Spike, Luna, and herself were allowed inside their wing unless authorized by one of them. This included handpicked cleaning personnel once a week. In their private abode, Celestia was truly free to be herself. To her right laid a single empty basket and Celestia began taking off her tank-top and shorts only to toss them into the basket.
As per usual, she wore no panties and no bra. She’d never truly bothered with them in the comfort of her own mansion, and she certainly didn’t bother with them now. Celestia flexed her muscles and patted her biceps, waist, abs, breasts, and her crotch. She traced two fingers above her clit and over a tattoo that had been hidden by her shorts up until now.
She smiled as a blush appeared on her face and walked down the hallway once more. It didn’t take long for her to stumble on one of the few maid allowed inside their wing for cleaning duty. The maid, showcasing her professionalism, was unfazed by her nudity. They were bound both by oath and contract to never discourse anything that they were to witness inside that part of the mansion.
As she walked past her, the maid simply bowed her head in respect.
Celestia nodded in response. It didn’t take her long to reach her destination and soon stood in front of her son’s bedroom doors just across her own bedroom, though she seldom spent time in her own room most nights.
She was about to enter when she heard a moan coming from within Spike’s bedroom and sighed. Still smiling and eager to see her son since they woke up, she entered the room.
“Oh, hi mom!” Spike half greeted half grunted upon seeing his mother enter unannounced.
“L-Lady C-C-Celestia… G-Gooooohhhhhmygooooodnesss!” A mature, bronze-colored skinned woman failed to greet as she bounced on top of the pale-skinned man while he held her hips tightly. She could only moan incoherently as her lady approached the bed.
“Hi, honey!” She said waving a hand at her son, then she turned to the maid on top of him, never losing her smile. “Head Maid Harshwinny, I see you are being an overachiever as always,” her voice was calm but she didn’t hide the annoyance and disgust in her words.
The Head Maid moaned in reply as Spike increased the pace of his thrusts and reached up with a hand to cup and play with her perky C-cup breasts.
“I’m almost done, mom. Be with you in a…--Fuck… C-Cumming!” Spike announced as he gripped one of her breasts and her hip tightly. With a mutual cry of pleasure, the pair reached their climax.
Celestia sat on the edge of the bed, watching with an emotionless expression as her son filled Harshwhinny’s womb with his hot seed. Seed that belongs to me and me alone! She cried internally. After half a minute of orgasmic delight, Harshwhinny fell forward resting on top of Spike, who in turn hugged her tightly. Lovingly.
“You were amazing today as well, Amber,” Spike praised before kissing her on the lips. The older woman melted into the kiss, moaning in delight and visibly letting him suck on her tongue for a few moments. When they parted a bridge of saliva still connected their lips.
“T-Thank you, Young Master,” she breathed out before raising up and moving to the side with shaky movements.
Celestia watched her son’s proud manhood, still-semi erect and drenched in his own cum and Amber’s juices exit her pussy. When her son’s cock, so far acting as a dignified cork, completely exited the older woman’s snatch producing a wet squelching sound, several globs of white cum leaked out of her pussy freely. Currently, the Head Maid wore a standard garter belt and long white stockings, so when she got off of the bed she retrieved her uniform all the while some more of Spike’s overflowing cum continued to dribble down her thighs only to be lost upon contact with her stockings.
“You should wear contraception if you really can’t wait for me, Spikey dear,” Celestia commented.
“You know I hate condoms, mom. They feel so… restrictive! How am I supposed to show a woman how beautiful they are when a wall of plastic is in the way? Besides,” Spike commented with a knowing smile as he got up from the bed and walked up behind Harshwhinny while she was distracted. He embraced her sweetly startling her at first but then she moaned when he dipped two fingers inside her pussy. His other hand was placed over her flat, smooth stomach. “How am I to resist this lovely lady?”
“Y-Young Master!” Amber cried out.
“Yeeeeeesss~?”
“I-I am but a maid, Young Master… an old maid exiting her prime,” Harshwhinny pointed out.
“So what if you are a forty-eight years woman? You are absolutely beautiful, Amber,” he leaned down to kiss her cheek causing her to blush wildly. “It still hasn’t happened yet, but it is bound for my seed to eventually take root inside any of my lovely ladies,” he glanced at his mother. “My mother is the most eager of all~”
“Young Master!” Amber cried out, embarrassed. No longer feeling the warm embrace of the tall man, she rushed out of the room while Spike laughed in good faith.
“Spike!” Celestia cried blushing furiously. “You shouldn’t say those things out loud!” She protested.
“C’mon, mom,” Spike said walking up to Celestia. “Tell me I’m lying?”
Celestia looked up at her tall son standing slightly above the two meters marks. His complexion was lean, athletic, and strong; a great difference compared to his chubby childhood. His green eyes and matching short, spikey green hair glowed like emeralds and his charming personality never failed to disarm her and make her melt on his arms. It didn’t hurt that he was a handsome young man of nineteen years. Of course, he wasn’t perfect. But then again, who was? Still, in her eyes, he only possessed one single defect…
“Even so…,” Celestia sighed before smiling at him. “Do you really have to go after other women? Am I not enough for you, Spikey?” She asked reaching a hand out for him, which he gladly took.
“I love you with all my heart, mom,” Spike replied kissing her fingers and knuckles. “But… But I can’t help but love other women. I know it’s fucked up that I confessed my love to you and act this way but I…,” he sighed. “I can’t be tied down by monogamy… it’s not for me. I love you with all my heart and I swear I’m going to make you my wife!” He exclaimed before tackling Celestia.
Celestia leaned back and let out a playful ‘Eep!’ allowing Spike to push her back and pin her against their--his bed… for now.
“Please don’t be mad?” Spike asked putting his best puppy eyes.
“You know my weaknesses far too well, my love,” Celestia replied while using a hand to tenderly caress one of Spike’s cheeks. She then nudged him down, no more than a hint. But he understood and obliged her intention. He slowly leaned down until their faces and lips were mere centimeters away, then she closed the gap with a lightning-fast move.
Mother and son moaned into their loving kiss. Spike rested atop Celestia’s body, knowing his weight was meaningless to the iron-bending strength of the older woman he adored and loved. He managed to wrap his arms around her neck and she, in turn, embraced him tightly against her more.
Their tongues danced softly, gently, and lovingly against the other. There was no competition and no need to showcase dominance. Spike knew his mother, despite her tough, intimidating exterior was a cuddler at heart. Celestia knew her son wasn’t the kind to be forceful unnecessarily; he was loving, giving, and tender.
Why fight over who sits on the throne when sharing the bounty is much more fun?
For several minutes they openly made out, only pausing for seconds at a time to breathe and share open-mouth tongue twister kisses or to nip at each other’s lips. At the same time, they rubbed their bodies against each other with experienced ease. By the time they finally stopped their make-out session, their mouths and necks were a wet mess of saliva and love.
“Naughty boy~” Celestia sang giving his lips a chaste kiss. “How about we make a deal?”
“I’m listening,” Spike replied while slipping down Celestia’s body until he was able to nuzzle her generous bosom, idly kissing and suckling one of her hard rosy nipples.
“As long as you put a ring on my finger,” she tapped his head gently scratching him. “And you put a baby in my womb, I won’t care how many whore--”
“Language.”
“---I won’t care how many other girls you get your hands on, Spikey. Because that ring will prove I’m your favorite and that you belong to me at the end of the day,” Celestia half-joked.
“You say that as if I plan on going after every maid in the mansion,” Spike casually replied.
“And you aren’t?” Celestia hummed quietly, enjoying the feeling of Spike’s tender care and his hard cock rubbing against her left thigh. “I’ve seen you openly flirting with a lot of them.”
“I can’t help myself when I see a beautiful lady, mom. But don’t you worry, I’m not planning to father my own private army. I only plan on seeing the gravid stomachs of the woman I fall in love with,” he smirked. “You’re on top of that list, mi amor divino, luz de mis ojos. Mi hermosa princesa,” Spike said causing Celestia to blush a little.
“Show off. And who else is on that list? Mayhaps Harshwhinny?”
“Her name is Amber, mom, and she’s pretty amazing herself,” he moaned enjoying Celestia’s embrace. “Aunt Luna is also on the list. And so far… just you three.”
“Oh, speaking of Luna, she’s coming over in a few hours,” Celestia said.
“Really!? Ohhh, why didn’t you tell me sooner she’s going to make it for the trip! It’s been forever since the last time we three went on a trip together!” Spike asked excitedly while he began moving down Celestia’s body again, stopping only to plant a kiss on each of her abs.
“She texted me while I was exercising,” she explained with some difficulty as Spike kissed her tattoo. Then he moved lower still until he licked and kissed her clit teasingly.
Spike hummed as he now focused his efforts entirely on the pussy that had claimed his virginity a little over a year ago, belonging to the woman that he had come to first love as a mother and then as a woman. The gorgeous woman that had adopted him, nursed him, sheltered him, and loved unconditionally.
It was only proper to return her love for everything it was worth.
He pulled back for a moment, just enough to see her tattoo for a moment. He smiled and his cock throbbed spurting a glob of pre-cum at such marvelous sight.
‘Spike’s Property’
Her tattoo read with a little black arrow pointing down.
It truly was. He’d lost count on how many times he had nestled his cum inside her womb, each time as glorious as the previous one. Each time carrying their silent hope that that time would be the one to take root and start the process of creating a new life.
He couldn’t take it anymore. In a series of swift movements, he climbed over Celestia again with the tip of his penis kissing her entrance for a few seconds. Then he pushed and she welcomed the intrusion; their bodies moaning in pleasure at the familiar warmth flowing through them. Soon enough, his hefty testicles slapped against her perfectly toned, firm ass.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, Spikey,” Celestia replied. “My boy, my man, my love. Mine and mine alone.”
“And Luna’s!”
“And Luna’s--- Why you little!”
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“Everything is ready for your departure, Lady Celestia. Young Master,” Spotcourse said doing a polite bow as the aforementioned walked out of the mansion’s main gates.
Celestia was wearing a pair of jeans, sandals, and a somewhat loose shirt that hugged her figure nicely enough to put her hard-earned muscles at the forefront display. At her side, the almost equally tall young man she called her son wore an elegant purple and green suit with matching purple shoes and a small bowtie with the symbol of the Solaris family. He too was wearing a set of sunglasses while holding a cellphone talking to someone.
Spike stopped for a moment to look at the Master of Keys and his teacher. “Thank you, master,” he said bowing his head. Normally such a sight would cause an uproar within his high society acquaintances. And it had in the past! But everyone knew Spike respected the aging man and pretty much ignored social normals and standards.
The maids, those that still remained from the time Spike first arrived at the Solaris Household and had seen him grow into the fine young man he was today in particular, had fond memories of him asking and learning to do the dishes, cook, maintain and repair clothing, equipment, shop groceries, do the laundry, and a thousand other little menial tasks by his own free will.
The cooks were often astonished by his natural cooking talent, and though he only made use of the kitchen once or twice a week, they could tell Celestia, and Luna if she was present, enjoyed his dishes the most. Especially everything sweet.
Spotcourse merely smiled before Spike returned his attention to the phone.
“Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Tell Haward that I will not allow the implementation of loot boxes or any sort of microtransactions in the games. Yes. Because I don’t care how profitable that detestable practice is! And tell him that if I find out they managed to implement them through other means, like subscriptions or season passes, I will pull back all of my support. YES! All of it. I don’t care how much money I’ll lose because they will lose much, much more. Yes. Thank you. I’ll leave it to you, then,” Spike hung up his phone and sighed tiredly by the time two vans came into view, one smaller than the other.
The ocean blue van behind the bigger white and purple striped van moved to the side parking next to the large fountain. Moments later a tall woman wearing a white summer dress stepped out of the van. Her hair was of a deep blue coloration that seemed to shimmer with tiny spots of light, like stars in the night. Her skin was of a gorgeous Au Chocolat tone that gave her an aura of mystery and exotic beauty. Her cyan eyes found her target easily and waved at them before breaking into a small run.
“Luna!” Spike called spreading his arms wide.
“Spike!” Luna chanted excitedly. Once she was close enough she jumped at his arms. The green-haired man caught her in the air and spun in place as they both laughed sharing a strong hug. Luna then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Spike returned the affection gladly; unashamedly holding her close and using a hand to grope her hips. Half a minute later the separated letting a thin bridge of saliva to connect their mouths.
“Luna,” Celestia greeted standing behind Spike. “I’m glad to see you made it back in time to choke my Spikey with your tongue.”
“Indeed I am, sister,” Luna replied cheekily. She broke off the hug to point at her van. “I also bring more good news. Spotcourse?”
“Yes, my Lady?” The older man took a step forward with a hand on his chest performing a small bow.
“Could you be a dear and send some butlers to take what’s in my van and take it to my room. Oh! Except for the red backpack! That’s what I’m taking for our trip.”
“Of course, my Lady,” Spotcourse snapped his fingers and five of the ten lined butlers moved to fulfill their orders. “Anything else you may wish for, my Lady?”
“That would be all, thank you,” a butler then came over to her with said red backpack. “And thank you.”
“Madam,” the butler bowed his head, then leaving to continue with his task.
“Wait, you’re moving back in?” Celestia asked, perplexed.
“Really!?” Spike exclaimed happily. Before she could reply he hugged her again. Luna, being slightly shorter than himself, was light, lean, and not at all muscular in contrast to her older sister. However, she was thin without being unhealthy and packing a decent amount of meat where it mattered. Her overall figure was much less curvy and shapely compared to Celestia’s or even the maids. If anything, she leaned more on the plain-looking realm of things. Yet she was undoubtedly gorgeous, charming, and exuding elegant grace at all times.
The two sisters were, well, sisters as many sisters were. They could be petty, hold grudges, show a certain amount of siblingly-disdain for the other, but at the end of the day, they loved each other and would rather sacrifice their lives if the other was in danger. They also formed the Sword and Buckler of the Solaris Household. With an army of lawyers, accountants, and countless other employees that did the majority of the menial work for them, their true strength came in the form of their dynamic duo.
Celestia, the Sword, would deal with meetings, clients, and any other diplomacy and legalistic affair that required her presence to take place or oversee.
Luna, the Buckler, would handle the agreed deals from the shadows making sure everything was done by the book, no small letter or specific wording pointers that would injure the Solaris Household existed, and make sure that deal was kept and carried accordingly.
That’s why she had moved out of the mansion and into the city years ago to perform her duties to its fullest.
“Yeah… surpriseeee?” She chuckled returning the hug, making sure her modest A-cup breasts were pressed against Spike’s chest. “It got pretty lonely and dull in the city. Plus, I missed my family,” Luna confessed kissing Spike’s cheek.
“I’m so happy that you decided to come back, Luna!” Spike cheered before ending the hug. “We’ve missed you terribly, didn’t we, mom?”
Celestia sighed dropping her stern expression. She looked at her little sister and smiled warmly. “These past six years apart have been pain, Lulu,” she moved to hug her sister but Luna was faster and embraced her first.
“I know, Tia. I know,” the two sisters hugged for almost a full minute before they parted. “Now I’ll be able to spend more time with you and my husband!”
“He’s mine, Luna, remember?” Celestia said sweetly, her expression darkening.
Luna smirked and huffed. “Pfft. He is OURS, dearest sister. Remember our promise~” She taunted smugly.
“Ladies, ladies!” Spike interjected. “You are both mine, remember?” He passed an arm behind their backs and pulled them close to him. Each of his hands rubbing their bellies tenderly. “You’ll be my wives in due time,” he smirked. “And the mothers of my children once I plant them inside your treasures,” he whispered for them only.
Both women blushed furiously but said nothing as the melted into his embrace for a few seconds. Letting go, Spike moved to the larger van where a chauffeur was waiting for them.
He turned to the gathered maids and with a theatrical bow, he said, “My fair and beautiful ladies. Oh, how mine days shall darken without thine forms gracing these eyes with thine splendor? How am I to survive without your beauty?” His eyes landed on the Head Maid, Amber Harshwhinny… and every other maid knew it. Not that he was trying to hide his warm gaze. “And to the Queen among you, I bid farewell, but I shall return in time. Until then, think of me as I shall think of you,” he finished his speech blowing a kiss at Amber and winking to the maids.
An eruption of fawning and giggled followed his little stunt amongst the maids. Amber, especially Amber, blushing madly but smiling nevertheless.
“Come on, Spikey dear, we don’t want to keep the maids away from their work much longer, now do we?” Celestia ushered pulling at Spike’s collarbone softly, a visible vein pulsing at the side of her forehead.
“Buzzkill,” Spike chuckled. The chauffeur bowed his head before handing the keys to Spike. “Say hi to your daughter for me, River.”
“I will, Young Master. And thank you,” the man stepped away to give the trio ample room around the van.
“Spike?” Luna inquired, confused.
“We’ll be gone for a time, Luna. I don’t think keeping River shackled to us for that long is necessary. They are going to need him more here than us,” Spike smiled as he opened the door for both his ladies. “Plus his daughter’s birthday is in two weeks… and I want to drive.”
The sisters giggled in appreciation as they boarded the ample van.
With a final ‘Have a splendid voyage’ from the maids and butlers, Spike waved them goodbye and ignited the van. Within moments they were underway towards their destination.
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“Where are we going? This isn’t the way, is it?” Luna asked looking out the window to the passing road.
“A small detour I wanted to make. It won’t take long,” Spike replied, his voice unusually serious and emotionless.
The two sisters looked at each other worriedly at his response… until they saw a sign to the side of the road followed by an archway nearby. They didn’t voice their feelings deciding to remain silent. For several minutes the silence prevailed until Spike pulled over to the side.
“Do you want us to accompany you, dear?” Celestia asked, gently grabbing Spike’s shoulder and found he was trembling a little.
“Thanks, but no. I have something… personal to show and tell them. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Spike replied tapping the hand of the strong woman.
“Of course, love, take your time,” Luna said offering an assuring smile.
Spike nodded at them before getting out of the van. The two women watched the young man straightened his purple vest and then pull out a wrinkly letter from the inner pocket above his heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Seeing him sufficiently ready, he walked over to two decorated tombstones among the sea of graves.
The sisters watched the young man they loved stop in front of them and begin to talk. About what, they didn’t know.
“Spyro and Cynder…,” Celestia whispered.
“Indeed, sister. Our friends…,” Luna said as she gazed on Spike continue talking to the tombstones.
“Do you think they are watching upon us, Lulu? Do you think they are giving us their blessings?” Celestia asked touching the window.
“Either that or they are just waiting for us in the afterlife to kick out asses like they used to!” Luna laughed a little causing Celestia to giggle. “Spike sure has a lot of them in him, doesn’t he?”
“Including Cynder’s impulsiveness and Spyros recklessness! And their honesty sincerity and… it’s not fair, Lulu,” Celestia’s expression fell. “Spike had the right to meet his parents and grow up at their side…”
“I know, Tia. But it is as Spyro always said ‘You can’t avoid your fate. What you make of it is up to you’,” Luna offered leaning against her sister.
They went silent for a while watching Spike kneel before the tombstones presenting the wrinkly letter to them.
“Remember how they passed?” Celestia asked out of the blue.
“I’d rather forget that entirely… having to identify them…,” Luna shivered to shake away those memories. “An accident brought by a disease…”
“A disease that thanks to Spike was basically nullified entirely,” Celestia finished for Luna. She smiled seeing Spike leave the letter in between their tombstones and him laughing, flailing his arms around. “I think I might be a horrible mother, Luna.”
“What makes you say that?” Luna asked looking at her sister with astonishment.
“He was only a year old when Spyro and Cynder died and we took him in because of our friendship and because a child growing up alone and only surrounded by servitude would… no… I’ve seen too many spoiled brats to have ever allowed that.”
Luna nodded. “I felt the same way, sister. But what has that to do with you thinking you’d be a bad mother? We, but mostly you, did a great job raising him right!”
“Did we now? He calls me ‘mom’ because he grew accustomed to it. We provided everything he would need and those precious times we spent together playing and just… just being our little, happy family,” Celestia smiled fondly as she looked to Spike continuing talking with the tombstones. “I know at best we are like big sisters or his best friends deep inside. When I see him I not only see the virtuous young man I fell in love with, the same one that a little over a year ago confessed his feelings for us!” Celestia laughed shaking her head.
“What kind of mother figure thanks the heavens for that chance and immediately jump her ‘son’?” Celestia sighed heavily.
“I know how you feel, Tia. I was there,” Luna smiled. “But then again, when were we ever a normal family? But if… when we start carrying his babies in our bellies I know we will act as true mothers.”
“I can only hope for that, Lulu. Only time will tell,” Celestia silently prayed that to be the case as Spike rose to his feet, said some parting words, and returned to the van. He climbed the van and rested on the driver’s seat for several silent minutes. “How did it go, sweetie?” The amazonian woman finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Do you think they are proud of me? Do you think my parents would approve of everything I have done… and all I want to do?” Spike asked looking at empty space.
“I’m sure they couldn’t be prouder, Spike, and are looking down on you with love and sending all their blessings to you,” Celestia answered softly.
“Spyro and Cynder… they would be so damn proud of their son were they here in the flesh among us, Spike. They loved you more than anything, as we have told you so many times before,” Luna said feeling a few tears forming in her eyes.
“I know… thank you, Mom. Aunt Luna,” Spike sighed contently.
“If I may ask, Spike, what was that letter about?” Luna questioned.
“It’s a letter from a, at the time I got it, twelve-year-old boy... The first letter I received after NexGen Laboratories managed to find an effective treatment and cure for Coronary Arterial Disease… the same fucking monster that caused my parents to die in that accident,” Spike looked to the ceiling. “The boy, Pipsqueak, said he read the news and thanked me for funding the labs that allowed him to live without fearing he’d just drop dead in the middle of class. I wonder if he runs all the time or plays some sport?” He chuckled smiling weakly.
“And like him, you have helped countless millions of other people, Spike,” Celestia grabbed his shoulder and leaned to kiss his head. “You used your entire fortune, everything your parents left you and sold your entire properties to directly fund and invest in NexGen Labs with literal billions of dollars, allowing them to do what they do best and find an effective treatment to eradicate CAD, Spike. You have saved so many lives, my handsome, precious darling boy, and thanks to you many more future generations.”
Luna wrapped her arms around him and the seat to touch his chest. “And you did that when you were only a twelve-year-old yourself, Spikey. With Celestia lending you her name, you have achieved so much,” Luna sighed amorously, her heart fluttering. “You made back fifty times what you invested in them four years later when they made the breakthrough and the treatment went world-wide. And what did you do then? You invested and funded more laboratories.”
“Cancer. AIDS. Respiratory Infections. Genetical Malformities. Alzheimer. Diabetes.” Celestia listed as she rubbed his shoulder. “Your fundings are allowing those scientists who have never received the proper monetary support for their investigation before to truly do their work. NexGen Labs even managed to create the Restorative Skin Cream. I heard it’s pretty successful?” She giggled.
“The royalties alone are staggering, sister. Not surprising considering how many people wanted to erase their wrinkles and crows feet since forever. They’d gladly pay any price for it,” she hummed. “Of course, our Spikey made sure the price remained affordable for all,” she sighed happily as she found his nipples through the fabric of his clothes and rubbed them.
“C’mon… it’s not that impressive. Anyone in my position would’ve done the same,” Spike replied.
“True, but not to the extent you have done, future husband of mine,” Celestia kissed him again. “You’re also funding sustainable agricultural projects and methods, recycling campaigns, reforestation initiatives, animal sheltering and protection, movies, television series, streaming services, eco-friendly and healthy fast-food stablishments, and even gaming!”
“I really hope that Full-Dive Neuro-Interface VR system you’re funding ends up working because, ohhhhhh! I am already drooling to try it out!” Luna said excitedly.
Spike smiled. “I’m just lucky to have the means to and drive to use my wealth in ways that can actually help the world as a whole. And if I can indirectly save lives in the process? All the better,” Spike turned on the van causing the two older women to pull back. “Time to go!”
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Spike shifted in his sleep as a familiar pressure began to stir him from his slumber. When he opened his eyes he saw Celestia, a bit sweaty and naked riding his morning wood to her heart’s content. To his right side, he saw Luna laying on her back equally naked and snoring lightly.
The trio had arrived at their destination a few hours after Spike’s visit to his parents and had spent the night there. It was a luxurious hotel that was currently being used as the meeting ground for the Charity Ball later that night.
“I love your morning wake up calls, mom,” Spike said placing his hands on her strong thighs and begin moving his hips in tandem with hers. “And the sight?” He whistled. “To die for~” He sing-sang while tracing her toned abs and tattoo with one hand.
“Flatterer,” Celestia moaned, her breathing somewhat ragged. “S-So deep, so gooood! Spikey, I can feel you all the way inside me, mmhmmm!”
They moaned their mounting pleasure over the course of the next minutes until Luna began to stir awake. When she was fully awoken, Luna rubbed her eyes only to find Celestia bent forward, Spike embracing her tightly, and the two locked in a deep, sweet kiss while their bodies trembled in obvious orgasmic delight. She remained laying sideways watching with some envy the two lovebirds climb down from their treetop. Their kiss ended and so did their embrace after two minutes of after sex cuddling.
“Morning, you two,” she finally said.
“Morning, Luna,” Spike breathed out and issuing to her to come close.
“Good morning, sister,” Celestia cheerfully greeted despite seeing Spike and Luna share a passionate kiss. “After this workout, I feel like taking a shower. Interested?” She asked before getting off the bed.
Luna and Spike nodded in agreement and soon followed the taller woman to the ample bathroom in their suite. Celestia, as usual, hoarded the bathtub to herself. Luna and Spike didn’t mind as they moved to the secondary shower hose. After their arrival last night, they had organized themselves and already all their utensils were ready for use.
While Celestia relaxed in the bathtub, Spike and Luna washed each other as they saw fit. They made sure to cover the entirety of their bodies: arms, legs, nethers, torso, chest. All of it. With Spike spending more time than he should’ve fondling Luna’s modest breasts.
When they were rinsing off under the pleasantly warm water of the shower, Luna turned around to embrace Spike tightly, his hard erection pressed in between their stomachs.
“Spike?” She called seductively, practically dancing his name with her tongue. “I need your help washing another place.”
“Oh?” Spike replied, smirking. Using a hand he slithered past her buttcheeks, making sure to give it a firm squeeze, before teasing her vaginal fold with two fingers from behind. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You might, dear. You see, I can’t reach it myself and I need the help of my best friend and future father of my babies to scrub it good,” she said almost innocently making his cock twitch and throb.
“I think I can manage,” he replied casually, his fingers ready to go inside her warm folds.
“Love? I think I might need something… bigger and thicker to properly clean me out,” Luna suggested as she lifted her left leg.
Taking the more than obvious hint, Spike moved his lower half back a little to give enough space for his manhood to nestle itself along Luna’s pussy. He then took a hold of Luna’s lifted leg passing his right arm under her knee and securing his hold by gripping her lower-thigh. Next, he pressed his body against hers once again and moved around for a few moments until he found his target and sunk his member deep within Luna’s tight, wet, welcoming birthing canal.
“Y-Yesssss, d-deeper, Spike!” Luna moaned out burying her face on the side of his neck, licking and kissing it while he acquiesced her request until their pelvises were touching and his cockhead rubbed against her innermost wall.
“I love you so much, Luna,” Spike said before he started to move back and forth, their position granting him all the purchase he needed and free access to Luna’s womanhood. “My lovely chocolate-skinned muse. Mi amor querido,” he whispered to her ear.
Luna kissed her lover with all the love she could muster before replying. “I love you too, mi amor. Please, please make me pregnant!” She begged.
“Your wish i-is my command!” Spike replied as he truly went into overdrive and started to fuck Luna under the refreshing water of their shower.
Wet slapping followed by constant moaning and the messy sounds of kissing echoed around the pristine bathroom for several minutes. Until both lovers cried the name of the other and, with one last thrust from the green-haired man, their climax arrived.
“Soooo waaaaarm!” Luna cried blissfully feeling her womb being filled by the all too familiar warmth of the young man’s baby batter she had seen grow into the charming prince he was today. Her own climax washing over his legs and down the drain, mixing with his excess fluids and the water falling from above.
He lowered her leg gently but remained united, bodies pressing and refusing to end their loving embrace so soon, for several moments. Spike made the first move moving back to allow his softening semi-erection to flop out of Luna’s well-used pussy. But before she could say anything, Celestia, so far ignored by the duo, had moved behind her and somehow dropped to her knees. She then pressed her mouth against Luna’s snatch, forcing the smaller woman to bed forward in surprise. Spike caught her and leaned to the side to see Celestia eating her sister’s pussy out to reach his still warm cum from within her.
“MY Spikey isn’t putting a baby inside you before he puts one inside me first!” She pouted.
Spike merely chuckled and shook his head. For such a strong, driven, and confident woman, she could be ridiculously adorable and silly from time to time.
“I love you two so much!” He declared while Luna moaned and Celestia slurped.
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“I believe the choice of wine for this night is highly delectable, don’t you think?” An elegant tuxedo-wearing man said smelling the cork of a freshly opened bottle of wine.
“Indeed,” another man replied taking a sip of the wine and then spit it into the bucket of a butler holding it next to him. “Ah! Charlotte De Sauvignon, excellent year, late harvest?” He took another sip and repeated the process. “Yes. Late harvest. Delectable subtle expression of, dare I say… peach?”
“Quite. Quite. Exquisite aroma. Truly, an excellent wine,” the first man replied causing the exceedingly elegant dressed men and women, gathered around the circular table, to nod or voice a quick agreement to the two men leading the conversation. Around them, other similar tables were seen displaying the same scene or something close to it.
“Young Spike, may we partake on your thoughts about the wine?” The first man asked looking at the three figures sitting two seats to his right.
Unlike the other men and women gathered, Spike’s outfit, while clearly elegant, wasn’t anywhere near as flashy or expensive-looking as the others. He wore a purple-colored vest and pants, matching purple shoes, a light green shirt under the vest, and white gloves. Flanking him at each side sat Celestia and Luna. Like his, their outfits were undoubtedly elegant but plain compared to the one the other guests wore.
Their dresses fit them like a glove, though. And just look at them! They are using little to no make-up and they are stunning as ever. I’m so luckyyy, Spike thought before turning to the first man.
“Can’t really say,” Spike replied with a smile. “I’m not an expert on wines. At best I can say if it is tasty or not. And this one is very tasty,” Spike made a slightly disgusted face seeing the woman sitting across the table spit her wine into a bucket. “Such a shame it is wasted in such a manner.”
An uncomfortable silence fell around the table… for about two seconds before a woman spoke up. “Young Spike Dracone Solaris, must you always show your disdain so openly?” She, a snobby older woman, probably around her late eighties, asked without tact.
“Madam Longsleeve,” Celestia called smiling politely at the older woman. “I do not take kindly to people insulting my protegee and surrogate son. Much less in such an open way.”
“I must agree with my sister, Madam.” Luna nearly growled.
“Ah, yes, of course, my apologies, Young Spike. It is not your fault that you have been taught such detestable manners,” Longsleeve said as she fanned her face. Most of the women and some men giggled or chuckled at her words.
“If by detestable manners you mean being polite with people who deserve it, treating others properly, and seeing through the waste of resources these farces are, then yes, detestable manners indeed,” Spike said drinking his wine and everyone else gasped in abject horror. A servant offered more but he refused. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Sir,” the butler bowed.
“Why I never!” The second man knocked on the table.
A woman around the age of Luna huffed. “Well, what else could we expect from a man raised by the Solaris sisters? No progeny. No husbands. No organized parties. No nothing. Honestly, Celestia, a woman your age and with your… physique,” she said with masked disgust, though not enough to go unnoticed. “Should be worrying about the future. I already have five beautiful, perfect children to inherit my prestigious family name. But you? Your biological clock is ticking and who knows for how much longer it is going to tick before it dies? As for a husband? Well, I believe that task to be almost insurmountable,” again, a round of soft chuckles and giggles was heard.
Celestia nodded. “That may be the case, Madam…. What was your family again?” She asked with a visible smirk that made the woman grit her teeth and a few others to giggle. “Ah, yes, Madam Copperhill. Thank you for voicing the thoughts of all ladies and madams presenting regarding my lack of romantic relationships. But I assure you, you need not pay heed, for it is something I decide for myself by myself. It does warm my heart to hear your concerns, however unnecessary they are.”
“Or in other words: ‘Lions do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep’.” Luna snarked at them setting aside her glass of wine. “Or ‘Mind your own damn business’ if you didn’t understand the previous metaphor.”
“Barbarians.”
“How uncouth.”
“Such insolence!”
Longsleeve sat her glass of wine, her eyes showing clear revulsion directed at the Solaris sisters and the smirking Spike. “I wonder how you can keep the once prestigious name of your family stable and proud with such a display of manners you are so adamant to snob everywhere you go. One would think you’re struggling financially from those rags you’re wearing, but I’ve heard all of your family dealings are progressing smoothly,” she leaned resting her head on a hand. “Why refrain yourselves as such?”
“Ah, the mummy finally discards its bandages,” Luna breathed out. “Madam Longsleeve, not everything in life revolves around hoarding money, prestige, false admiration, or pretending to like those sitting around you! Much less having a proverbial dick-measuring contest to see who can amass the most fortune each year.”
“Crude vulgarities aside, Lady Luna, you make it sounds as if you despise your wealth,” the second man, Mr. Goldfield, chuckled. “If so, then you must surely be jesting!”
“I don’t hate my wealth, Mr. Goldfield. I simply dislike the misuse of money to fulfill selfish desires for the sake of ‘showing off’,” Luna rebuffed. “Try to be practical for once. Instead of buying the newest luxury Ferrari for millions of dollars just because you can, why not use the cars you have now until they break down completely?”
“Ha-ha! Lady Luna, you must surely be a comedian!” A younger lady around Spike’s age laughed. “Just think of the ridicule! The scandal! My friends would never talk to me again if I were to do such a thing, not to mention the damage my reputation would suffer!”
“And that right there is the problem,” Celestia said pointing at the young lady. “Tell me, and really, really think hard on what I’m about to say. If your family’s wealth simply vanished tomorrow, how long do you think you’d be able to survive?” Celestia leaned seeing the baffled expression of the young woman. “Do you know how to cook your own meals? Do you know how to dress yourself? Do the laundry? Anything besides asking your father for money to waste?”
The young lady huffed crossing her arms in disgust. “Such menial tasks are for servants and plebians. Mine hands are unspoiled from such drudgery acts!” She replied.
“Well, mine are not,” Spike replied taking off a glove to show his hands, while well-kept, showed a few tiny scars and rough patches of skin. “I do my own laundry. Most of the time I cook my own food. I tend to my gardens, do my room, groom myself, aid the maids and butlers of our Household whenever I have the chance, and play videogames with my Aunt Luna at least once a week, Miss Riverstream.”
“B-But…” Riverstream mumbled, incapable of processing the information she had been told. “But you are a Young Master! A soon-to-be-Lord! Why would you degrade yourself in such a manner!?”
“Because I like doing it and because I’m a human. Simple as that. You, all of you,” he said looking around the table. “Put so much value in hoarding money and what you can do to show everybody around you how better you are that you forget you are humans. Let me tell you something that might frighten you.”
“You can do a lot of things with money, I am no hypocrite and I am no genius, but I know how to manage my wealth and how to best employ it, not only for my benefit but for the benefit of others who were not born to a life of riches like most of us present at this Ball. Oh, yes. You can do a lot of things with money. Buy almost anything, bribe almost anyone. But guess what? You can’t eat money. You can’t drink it nor breathe it. And Death doesn’t care how much money you have and you won’t be able to take it down with you.”
Spike stood up with Celestia and Luna, both sisters smirking and beaming with pride, following suit while the rest of the table members stared astonished, complete with many mouths hanging open, at Spike. Some people around other tables were looking their way or pretending they weren’t doing so.
“Enjoy your family. Help those less fortunate around you, it won’t hurt your bank accounts much. And teach your kids right, like I have been taught, for I know what is important in life,” he turned to leave. “Oh, and I almost forgot,” Spike reached inside his vest to pull out a small red circle. He lifted it up and five seconds later a butler stood in front of him.
“Yes, sir? How much would you like to donate?” The butler asked holding an empty silver tray.
Spike pulled a check wallet also from within his vest, wrote something on one of the checks, and placed it on the tray once he was done. The butler bowed his head and moved to the ample stage where the organizer of the event and the special guests, the heads of the ‘Feed Africa’’s movement, sat thanking those that donated for their cause of helping secluded villages with potable water, food, medical treatment, and education.
Spike, Celestia, and Luna waited for a minute watching the screen showcasing the total amount of money raised so far. After the butler arrived at the stage and presented the check to the organizer, the man nearly fainted. Fortunately, he was able to keep himself up and process the check.
A moment later the number went up from two hundred million to two and a half billion.
“I am very fortunate, you see,” he said looking at the stunned members of the table. “To have enough intelligence, drive, and wealth to be able to help those around me. I may not be able to do it directly, but I can provide the people who can with the means to do it. Good night.”
With that, he and his future wives left the table and made their way to the bar. Before they could reach it, however, a well-dressed girl showcasing her beauty, near-hourglass figure and a huge amount of cleavage stumbled towards him with a yelp. Spike reacted quickly and caught her. The girl, reaching almost to his neck, looked up shyly.
“Ah, Miss Summer Glow, are you alright?” Spike asked looking down.
“Thanks to you I am, Sir Spike,” she smiled sensually to him making sure to press her bountiful breasts against him.
Celestia stiffened and Luna looked unamused. The blue-haired woman looked behind Summer Glow to find a married couple, most likely her parents, eyeing the young woman and her Spike.
Spike nodded and moved back from Summer Glow, but she closed the gap between them again though without pressing herself against him.
“As a gentleman, helping someone in distress is only common sense,” Spike said and Celestia smiled at his choice of words.
“And what a fine gentleman you are, Sir Spike! Come with me, I must introduce you to my parents after your gallant act!” She said trying to grab his still exposed hand but he was quicker and moved it to grab his chin.
“Spike? Could you please tell me who this lovely girl is?” Celestia asked peering from Spike’s side.
“Lady Celestia, a pleasure,” Summer bowed her head. “I am Summer Glow, heiress of the Glow Household. I hope you don’t mind, but Sir Spike and I were about to go and meet my parents,” she said politely.
“Of course not, Miss Glow,” Spike said with a bright smile. “I have plans of my own, and since you are unharmed, you may return to your parents on your own or continue with whatever you were doing before,” he smirked. “Although, how about we play a little game? A riddle, of sorts. If you lose, we shall forget this event ever happened. If you win, I shall be your date for the rest of the night. Agreed?”
Summer Glow clapped her hands together repeatedly. “I love riddles! And I am very good at them! It is a deal, Sir Spike!” She exclaimed sure of herself.
Spike was about to speak when Celestia and Luna placed a hand on his shoulders and he simply looked back at them with a reassuring smile. Then he turned to face Summer Glow with an index finger raised upward.
“What hunts for prey, but not for meat?
Seeks treasure, but is no hunter?
Desires precious metals, yet is no miner?”
Summer Glow closed her eyes and looked deep in thought. However, as the seconds passed, her frustration grew evident until she reopened her eyes and grimaced with exasperation. “Sir Spike, there is no need for such silly antics, now is there?”
“We made a deal, Miss Glow, and I am happy to say that you lost,” Spike grinned. “Now, if you can excuse us, we wish to grab something from the bar before heading back to our hotel so we can finally start enjoying our planned trip.”
Summer Glow flushed red with anger and embarrassment. “Do you know who I am?” She said softly but firmly, not desiring to make a scene but making her point across. “I am Summer Glow! Even professional models envy me! Men throw themselves at my feet to gain my favor,” she moved in front of Spike again to cut him off. “You should be thankful you caught my interest!”
“Is there a problem here?” A harsh, stern voice said and the four of them looked at the owner of said voice. A woman dressed in an elegant tuxedo, wearing glasses, a gun hanging from her belt, and wearing a mohawk haircut.
“Tempest!” Spike cheered happily. Completely ignoring Summer Glow he walked up to the tall woman bearing his same height and hugged her close. “It’s been so long! How have you been doing?”
“Spike, please, I’m working,” she replied seriously but couldn’t hide a tiny smirk.
“Not anymore! Name your price!” He laughed letting go of her. “Come with us! Ohhhh, we have so much to talk about! You have to tell me where you’ve been and what you’ve done! Have you met the girls yet? Do they know you’re back in town? Hey, here!” He handed her a contact card. “I see you’re still in the bodyguard gig and all that, right? I have a vacant spot for a Head of Security. I could really use someone like you on my side, Fizzy~”
“You say that again outloud and I’ll gouge your eyes out with a spoon,” Tempest took off her glasses, folding them into her pocket square. Still, she accepted his card.
“Hey, Mom, Aunt Luna! Look who it is! Let’s grab a drink and be out of here!” Spike said placing a hand behind Tempest’s back and pulling her to his side. Tempest shook her head and smiled placing an arm over Spike’s shoulders.
Summer Glow looked flabbergasted at the scene that had unfolded before her very eyes. It wasn’t until Celestia grabbed her shoulder and leaned down until her mouth was next to her ear that her senses returned.
“By the way, Miss Glow, the answer to the riddle is ‘A Gold Digger’,” Celestia whispered with a calming, almost motherly tone before releasing her Summer Glow’s shoulder.
The young girl flushed with embarrassment and left trying to ignore the aching soreness from her grabbed shoulder.
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“Home sweet home,” Spike said as he stepped down the van with Celestia and Luna following suit. “What a month! Huatulco was absolutely gorgeous!”
“Indeed it was, Spikey! We should go there next time! I especially loved the diving and tourist rides!” Luna cheered hugging him from behind.
“Such a lovely place~ The service, the views, the ambient, the gym! Who knew wrestling a crocodile could be such fun!” Celestia swooned remembering the experience. She certainly had a few fresh scars to prove that accidental encounter with the crocodile.
“I just hope that poor crocodile is fine. I swear I heard it cry uncle at least twice,” Spike shuddered remembering the harrowing experience. He then noticed Spotcourse, Harshwhinny, and Tempest Shadow, the latter wearing her usual skintight suit plus a jacket and shorts. Thanks to her suit everyone was able to admire her well-toned abs and her hard-earned athletic physique. “Ah, Spotcourse. Amber. Tempest!”
“Young Master. My Ladies. I am happy to see your trip was more than adequate,” the mature man bowed his head alongside Harshwhinny. Tempest merely raised a hand. “Young Master, Miss Tempest Shadow arrived mere hours before you presenting one of your cards. I must applaud you, Young Master, she will make an excellent Head of Security.”
“Thanks, master, I do my best! Plus I and Tempest have a lot to catch up with!” Spike laughed.
“Yeah, I know what you mean by that, pervert,” Tempest replied. “I always knew there was something fishy with you, but with them?” She smiled shaking her head slowly and placed a hand on her stomach. “It’s going to take you a lot more than a few rounds like last time to put a kid in me, you womanizer pervert.”
Spike merely shrugged. “Hey, what can I say? I have a thing for older women with strong ambitions,” he then eyed Amber. “Speaking of which,” he stated as he walked over to the blushing, fidgeting Head Maid. Once he was within reach, he hugged her close. “Are you alright, Amber? You’re acting more nervous than usual,” he asked truly concerned.
“M-Master Spike,” Amber mumbled out before she reached inside one of her apron pockets and pulled a rose stick out. “I’m--”
“--Pregnant?” Spike finished for her. The Head Maid nodded as tears formed in her eyes.
Instantly after, Spike picked Amber up and carried her bridal style, rubbing his cheek against her head and crying out in victory and pure joy.
Luna groaned in defeat. “It looks like we were one-upped, sister!” She looked up to face Celestia when the taller woman didn’t reply. “Sister?” Her eyes widened when she saw a thin line of her blood trickling down her lower lip and haking in barely contained rage. “S-Sister?” Luna asked worryingly.
“I was supposed to be the first one!” She grumbled as she stomped her foot down.
End.
