Convince the Sun
B_25 & Loveless
Spike had decided that, after literally fucking the evil out of Nightmare Moon, and bringing back his dear aunt, Princess Luna, with the power of his dick… to then stay in Ponyville after all. Twilight never said anything about it. But he saw how she drew closer to the girls. Their laughs, jokes, conversations, and the group they were starting to form.
As opposed to Twilight always being at his side and having none else but him.
So he decided to stay.
And none of this noble decision, of course, had to do with wanting to swim between Rarity's nice, voluptuous, white flanks. His eyes were not also watching how they bounced on her every step. Or how badly he would like to pull back on her mane during a 'one to one, get to know each other' session.
Not at all.
This all was for friendship.
But this prince of a dragon now faced a single issue.
Which was convincing his mom to let her baby boy to finally leave home.
It went as you would expect.
"So I don't have any better way to say it," Spike began by lifting a string of noodles covered in gems to his lips, starting to slurp on it, speaking with an open mouth and staring across the table to his mother. They were in the Royal Dining Room; it was evening. "So I'm just going to say it. I wanna move out. And I wanna do so to Ponyville."
Celestia didn't regard that it was a statement, and instead, treated it as a question. She also slurped on noodles—these ones were without gems. Once upon a time, their dishes had been swapped, and the princess's teeth never felt the same.
She swallowed the batch, closed her eyes, and smiled. "No."
Spike deflated into his seat with a slump that, after his mother cleared her throat, he was forced to sit properly again. His face scolded as he looked to anyone else to justify this feeling of injustice.
Luna was asleep as she was during the day—and maybe due to the dragon's good work—in the new bedroom until construction finished on a tower for her. Twilight would never dare to think of eating with royalty.
Spike had snagged her a plate and left it in the hallway, like a dog's bowl set against the wall, which she took, happily, to the library to eat while she read. She didn't walk with a swish in her tail, and her head was usually down. The last few days' excitement was only for the last few days.
Unless Spike could convince his mother.
"I'm still waiting for you to ask me why I want to go."
"And you'll be waiting as long as your auntie did on the moon."
Spike rubbed his wrist as though it'd been exposed to the vacuum of space. "That's cold, mom."
Princess Celestia set her fork on the plate to the clatter of metal. She sighed. Shoulders dropped as her near-glare struck him. "One of those new friends of yours sure has a nice flank, haven't they?"
"Personally, I like both flanks instead of the one and—HEY THAT ISN'T THE WHOLE REASON!" Spike crossed his arms and turned his head and huffed like the kid he was underneath that teenage body. "It's PART of the reason. A round, juicy, and bouncy part. "But there's a good reason for it, too!"
"Is this where you lead us into the improper conversation in how good that flank will feel? Shall I pull out the poetry book to record more of your 'essays' on the greatness of mares?"
"No! Wait... isn't it equally as weird that you're recording what your son has to chant about when it comes to mares."
Celestia shrugged with a 'what-can-you-do' expression.
"Seriously. I have a good reason. Even a great reason."
Celestia's chest, puffed, as she crossed her forelegs and fell back into her seat. Even here, she was able to look down at him as though from the top of her throne. Able to make her little boy feel all so small in piercing through all that he could like about.
Spike swallowed in her gaze and twiddled his claws and fought to go on. "It's Twilight! You know how she is. Doesn't get much sun and won't even make friends with the librarian. I saw something out in Ponyville. Her... getting along with ponies." He threw out his arms. "Even the ones who don't read books!"
Celestia's expression didn't change.
"Able to get with a cowgirl and a jock and even a fashionista—the one with the nice flank that I like—and actually have a good time with them! She was herself, nerdy and dorky, but, yet, they still took her for friendship anyway."
He looked down at himself. "It was one of the few times I saw her happy, y'know, on her own. Not needing one of us. Able to live her own life.” His eyes closed a little as this issue snagged his heart a bit more than he liked. So much for it being just a cover. "Plus, she's an Element Bearer! Isn't it best, with the next villain, that they all be in the same place? Maybe reaching this Deus Ex Machina artifact could even stop the next baddy from appearing!"
He looked up at Celestia to see her expression unchanged in the most intense poker game of his life. She did seem to be thinking, though. It was the only thing he could read in her eyes—which then rolled. "Very well. Better points than I expected your other head to drum up. Twilight is a student of the School for Gifted Unicorns. She hasn't finished her final year."
"You're the princess—lie! Or make something up." Spike shrugged as the normal part of him returned. "She's already a genius and aces all your class. She won't skip the books even if she's out of your classroom. Just let her learn from home or even do a big research assignment for her. Like the Elements of Harmony. Or even the Magic of Friendship—since she's just discovering that."
Celestia dipped her muzzle into a hoof as the mass of her mane clouded over her face. Ethereal swirls of enchanted hair, beautiful and scary, as princess and mom, was in contemplation. Finally, she rose out of it. Smiling. "It seems like my little boy is capable of good ideas when he puts his good head to it."
Spike pouted. “They're both good heads.”
"Spike! Such language in front of your mother! I taught you better than this!"
"But you brought it up—"
"Zip!"
One never won against the power of Celestia.
Hence why conceiving her of something so great was seen as an impossible deed.
"But it does cause me to wonder why I did not make you a teacher in my school—considering your capabilities." She shook her head. "Maybe having such a career would force you to straighten up and accelerate your improvement."
"You forget that I'm not a unicorn." Spike tapped the absence of his horn. "And that students can't focus if the teacher is too handsome." He clicked his teeth, tapping his chest, all bundled in a package, delivered, with a wink. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Hmm." Celestia couldn't suppress the roll of her eyes, a crossing of forelegs, or a smirk that couldn't help itself. Her mane covered an eye as she looked down at her dragon. "Charming."
"Don't even need to try."
"Very well to your request." Celestia came to sit normally on her chair. "I will have Twilight sent to Ponyville to study the magic of friendship." She turned and stepped off from it, with a peer, over her shoulder and table at him. "If you'll excuse me, my son has forced some last-minute paperwork onto me. I barely have time to finish it before bed."
"Thank you again, mom." Spike smiled with a happily melted expression. "You really are the best."
Celestia smiled, and her rising blush was hidden behind the veil of her mane. "You're too kind, my son. Never forget how much I love you."
"Only that I love you more."
Her head lightly shook as she walked out, a little laughter ringing out. "Everything's always a competition."
Celestia took her leave through the door and left the dragon in the room. He slumped back in his seat, with the weight of the sun off from his shoulders, finally able to breathe. He peered at the ceiling and thought about all that he would bring to their new home in Ponyville.
It all was starting to feel like a vacation.
Next day, during the afternoon, in Celestia's office, yesterday's excitement became the bitterness of today. The doors to the office blasted open from the force of a dragon's claws. As the mare was prone to her desk, he strolled through, writing, not taking any note of the rude entry.
"Mooom! You only sent Twilight!" His voice floated from over the desk, but she did not look up, she was in the middle of a sentence. "What about me? You can't separate us!"
The sentence was done, and now she could look up. In the middle of the room, the dragon paced from side to side, steam out from ears and snout, a radiating heat that let her know the fireplace could be put out for a bit. "And why not? Your reasons were valid—just that they were only valid for her."
“But she's my Twilight! Best friend! Everything that could be put in all of the above!"
"As well as an assistant." Celestia glanced to her fireplace and, with a bubble of magic surrounding the logs, the fire died inside of it. Having a dragon for a son was a way to save on lumber. "You can still visit and mail each other. But assistants are replaceable. Have any mares caught your eye?"
"Mooom!"
"Sorry! So sorry! Maybe you're in a new phase in your life." Celestia cleared her throat and tried again. "Do you have any stallions that have caught your—"
"MOM! Not NOW! Not EVER! Mare and mares!" The dragon clattered to his knees as the fire within: exhausted. Celestia frowned. She might have to put the fireplace back on. "Twilight is my assistant, mom. The only one. She's not replaceable like how you're not replaceable as my mother."
Celestia clicked at her teeth. "I told you not to get attached to ones who serve roles."
His eyes narrowed in looking up at her from the ground. "But do we really get to choose who we get attached to?"
Celestia nodded. "Wise boy... but I'm afraid this matter is final."
Spike sat on his knees with the knowledge that it couldn't end here. There was always a trick or a way of phrasing matters. But what could he do here? Against a princess and, much scarier, his mother no less? He thought and thought about it.
I can't let it end like this. But Celestia is scary. You can't win her like you do most ponies. Her love for me is a weakness... just as mine is for her. Hmm. Luna! She's like Celestia, and I was able to get her to change! But what did I do? Few heartfelt words, sure, as well as...
As well as...
...ah fuck.
He continued to sit on his knees. However, he started to spread them apart. Revealing the lean of his torso as scales flexed over the development of his pecs and rolled over the trenches of his abs. His crotch was shown, its curve, a hidden, daring one to lean and peer to see where it went.
Spike turned his head with his eyes set on Celestia, sure to make them half-lidded, a smirk with a tease to the fangs behind. The aura changed. His heat, transformed, as he burned fire inside. Something that called for mares to come toward and snuggle into. To cuddle, hold him, the scaly furnace that he was.
"You sure there's nothing I can do, mom, to convince you?"
Celestia looked at him with a lowered muzzle and the gaze of a princess, one that, in looking at how his confidence never wavered, was the first to break away. His charm broke through that wall. Taking it down, brick by brick, causing her to smile in so doing.
She hid behind her mane, suddenly, like a shy mare.
All that could be seen beneath it.
Was her smile.
As his was infectious.
It revealed everything a girl could hope for. Just what it is he had planned. Even if it was obvious that any girl could call him out, that whatever he was, or was going to do, wouldn't work—they all fell to it. It was the non-stop love, the confidence to break through any barrier, to allow anyone to melt in his claws and words.
Celestia couldn't help the husk in her breath.
She knew what that smile meant.
She did raise him since he was a hatchling, after all.
Spike stood with a slow-walk toward the desk, a smile that never went away, eyes that, no matter how much she looked out, or looked at him like he was stupid, that they would never lose their swagger—or go anywhere else. They only focused on her. Like she was the only thing in the room—or in all the world.
He leaned over her desk and brushed his claws down her forelegs, a few strokes to puff the fluff, the white, standing fuzz of fur. His claws had been heated to warm the skin beneath, which pricked, pleasantly, with little bubbles of heat.
The claw then grasped the ends of her hooves, a squeeze and release to a clasp, reinvigorating love and life into their sensations. Then, holding them firmly, he ushered the mare to stand, which she did, even at twice his height. He guided them, both pressed together, to the couch in the corner of the room.
Spike was naughty as, a foot away from the couch, he swept his leg underneath the princess. Guiding her fall onto the sofa as she laid on the back of it. He hopped on afterward, straddling her barrel, softness and flesh, the volume of all of the above, rocking, smoothly, between his legs as he ground forward and back.
He hovered over his mother's muzzle as her head laid back on the couch's armrest. She looked at him, backing, as though none of this was working. His smile was still there, and his eyes forever on her.
He leaned in, with a breath of steam, allowing it to drift across her face. She offered him a playful glare, and he chose, in that, moment to strike. Setting his lips on hers, with eyes coming to a close, to infuse the kiss with the genuine love it needed to succeed.
Celestia's eyes went wide in actually being kissed, and she couldn't help but be swayed by the lips barely big enough to capture her own. They tried, though, their firmness, the flexing of little scales, how they sunk into her softness, tickling it, with small brushes, tiny exhales of steam, that made kissing a dragon into an experience.
Slowly her eyes closed as the dragon slid back and forth on her barrel, and she rocked against him as well, loving the movement, the mounted, the connection of smoothness over softness. A little bit into their kiss, it broke, a wet lock, a sweet sound, occurring at its departure.
Spike couldn't but whisper in an exclamation. "Surprise."
Celestia laughed as his arm pushed into the couch next to her head and, the other, rubbing her cheek with its talons—sometimes going back to brush her mane. None else could do it like him. Those expert claws, extremely caring in their strokes, knowing the best way to brush with little whispers and nibbles on the ears.
"Mmhmm... now tell me... dear mother of mine..." Spike chuckled in leaning into her ear with a nip at its bottom, a lick at its side, and a swipe of steam into it. He laughed before burying his face there; the mare shivered, closed her legs, attempting to ward off the pleasure. “...if this... arrangement... serves any chance... of convincing yoooou...”
Celestia's answer was to light her horn and teleport them both, the two, reappearing, into the queen size bed in her personal quarters. She landed on her back, and she enjoyed the weight of her son dropping onto her front.
Already, she was rocking into him, grinding and guiding him, to a place where she wanted him more.
Spike wasn't expecting the spell or the drop or to have his mother already grinding into him but never one to complain against all of the above, especially when it came to mares, he decided that his plan was coming to work after all.
Coming closer to his mother might let the mare allow mere psychical distance.
Celestia then rolled and took to being on top of the dragon, with her forehooves pinning his arms to the bed, the mass of her frame, above, and looming over him. Her muzzle stole his vision. The greatness of her mane casting his sky into a shadow, which, her face, and glinting eyes, had brightened up.
"This is all too much for a raw reaction." Spike didn't turn off the swagger, instead, deepening it. His smile widened. "You had this planned from the beginning. You knew that I would throw a fuss in not being able to go." He smiled so much as to reveal more of the intoxicating sharpness of his fangs. Even pinned he was dangerous. "And that the only card that I could pull to convince you would be this."
Celestia's laugh was haughty as her commanding, lustful expression, came to deepen.
She was game.
"Nobody to blame except for you." Celestia leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, suckling on the spot, a different kind of love, expressed. "Teasing this little old mare all the time. How many times I've caught that exotic cock of yours inside a mare. Certainly more impressive than when we used to share baths together."
"Mooooom!"
"Now now! No need to shout." She nuzzled into the crook beneath his frill as her warm coat washed over him. "Not when I'm so close to you." Taking the edge of his frill into her mouth, she sucked on it, moaning, blowing heated airs onto his scale. "But I've never had the... let's say, pleasure, of having your dick for myself again, now have I?"
Spike clicked his teeth but did not shake his head as Celestia was making love to the side of it. Rather he breathed out his next words. "Princess Celestia herself, breaking the incest taboo, and doing so with her only son."
Celestia giggled in pulling back into his view. She bopped his snout with her own. The two, wiggled together, as she stared into his eyes. "Need I remind you, not so little son of mine, that you've already fucked my sister? Gone all the way with your auntie?"
"My dick really is a dangerous weapon to both sides." Spike reached a claw around her neck and rubbed across its length. "It's like what they say." His eyes went serious. "With great power comes great responsibility."
"Because there's a chance, however small, you'll get a mare, and thus, a kingdom of mares pregnant?"
Spike blinked. "Not quite the not-so-noble angle I was going for—but sure."
Princess Celestia decided that she had enough time with the talks and, instead, wanted to get with the action. She crawled down his body, with a muzzle to his chest, kissing each pec, leaving a trail of kisses to the trenches between his abs.
Those little islands of muscle, covered in love, all while looking up, seeing the distant, raised head of her son. How he watched her go down. Knowing exactly where she was happening. He couldn't help but prop himself on the pillows, a squeeze to an eye, as something was coming out of him.
Something warm and hard and smooth was poking into the terrain of Celestia's chest. She pulled back and something flung from the fluff. She peered at it from behind and at its face, eyes going up to how high it stood. Round, a juicy pink, a reminder of pink, taffy candy.
She's never seen his dick in full and was never allowed to stare it before—at least not for long. With her chinned set on her hooves, she glanced to its tip, where pre leaked overs its head, a cause for it to glisten.
They stopped bathing together after puberty. Even before that, the dragon's dick was always hidden in his slit. Now she could study as she pleased. Unlike the roundness of a stallion, the spear of its head could actually jab instead of smother.
There were also the ridges that trailed underneath its curve, the little bumps that, sliding back and forth, would work into her sweet spots. On the sides were the impressions of the knots that were yet swollen. They flared a touch.
"Wanna take a picture?" came the voice from over the body of the dragon. "Paid off a few mares from leaking my stuff in taking a few shots of it."
"Offering those who want to blackmail you with the very material they need to do so with." Celestia laid the dick over the length of her snout, shaking it, watching the deliciousness in how it swayed. "Is that justified confidence or outright stupidity?"
"I like to think the latter informs the former." Spike hissed. "I know. Kinda hard to speak, though, when your mother is nuzzling your cock."
"Oh hush." Celestia's muzzle pushed more into the beast, letting it lay on the bridge of her snout. It rested between her eyes as she felt the weight of it moving back and forth. "Let your mother enjoy how much her son has grown up. We haven't been close in a while. Much less extremely so."
Although it shouldn't have been possible.
She heard his smile.
Celestia pulled out from underneath his dick as it rocked back and forth for a second. Then it stood tall, waiting… before she went in for a broad lick. The taste was sweet and spicy, like a spice used on a meal. Warm as though a fire vibrated inside the center of the shaft.
Each lick was addictive. To claim more of that taste as though to collect the sweetness that had been sprinkled all over the treat. Spike groaned afar, his abs, clenching, in enduring the goodness. Celestia was nearly like a dog as her tongue kept to its work.
His dick was far warmer than the dildo she usually used.
No clue if it was warmer than a stallion's dick.
Been a while since she had the real thing.
Harder to get laid, though, when she sees her subjects as her 'little ponies' and, because of that, everypony sees her as an untouchable goddess. Celestia gave up the life of a mare for one of a princess. Waiting, at least, for the day that would change everything.
And maybe this would be it.
Celestia went to the top of his dick and took it into her mouth, letting his head rest on her tongue, swishing around it, as her lips suckled on the rest of his meat. Just a tease to the wetness and tightness he had to look toward. His pre was like honey with the taste of a tamale.
She released the cock from her mouth to bring the back of her tongue across his underside arc. Licking over the bumps, feeling how each pushed into her flesh, as she went to the base of his dick. Spike was moaning throughout it all, no more than a kid again, as his sounds, sounded, so childish.
Like her little boy was back again.
He twisted in place, thumping into the bed, unable to repress a few jerks from his hips. It only grew worse—or better—once her tongue reached the base of his dick. Focusing here on the density of nerves that caused Spike to unleash a roar of a moan as his feet kicked out.
Looked like her son had a ticklish spot.
Celestia lapped at this place while peeking over from the side of his meat, seeing, far away, the head of her son, now thrown into a stack of pillows with claws pressing into his face to repress from blowing too soon. He peeked out from between his digits to see her, still licking, looking at him from down between his legs.
And all the dragon could do.
Was whimper.
Celestia never broke eye-contact in keeping her mouth open, a muzzle turned to him, but an eye peeked out from underneath her mane. She licked at the side of his dick as though it were a lollipop. Working up and down, soon in smaller strokes, focusing on the roundness, the slight swell of his knots.
Concentrating her licks here. Flicks and circles. Until her lips collapsed onto the spot, kissing and sucking, delivering every kind of love to it. Her lips trailed to the top of this dick, opening after every inch, a show as to finally take him whole.
But Spike sat up and shook his head. "W-Wait. This... all of this... was... whoa you really took it out of me... to convince you... and not... the other way around."
He continued to pant and Celestia reeled back.
More than just impressed with herself to rock a boy's world.
"So how... about you... turn that big sunbutt to my face... so I can please you?"
Celestia tittered. "Think you even have the breath to try?"
"I'll get from between your flanks."
She tapped his face with a wing. “Naughty boy... dirty son.”
"We can do this in the bath if that helps."
Celestia laughed before doing as she was told—somewhat. She took this cock into his mouth before turning, the roaring lips on his dick, how they clamped down, nearly causing him to blow prematurely.
She stood and flipped herself around, heaving the massiveness that was her ass before the boy, allowing it to rock over his face. She looked over her barrel back at him, who looked impressed and a touch scared, as Celestia, really, was a goddess.
Spike was lying back on the bed before the heft of the flanks floated above him, broad and considerable and, no doubt, in charge. Laughter came from afar. Celestia bounced on her hind legs, allowing her rump to rise and drop, the jostle of her flanks, heavy, as ripples broke across the curves of their surfaces.
One twin smacking into the other, the two, wobbling away from the exchange, that was, until settling with a few taming jiggles.
Until the pair drove right into Spike's face.
He came to a quick realization.
That Rarity had nothing on this mare.
His claws reached forward to separate her flanks, needing force in his wrist to pull away the hefts, the weight of each, like condensed globes of squish. His digits even sunk a bit into the softness before they found purchase. Each was warm, layered in fur, and with a squish that begged to be squeezed.
However, pulling away the flanks allowed for something else to peek out. Celestia's vulva bulge between her flanks, swollen and plump—except for its slit. Tight and textured in honey. Below was her clit, out in the open, a touch of redness to it. Never had he seen one so swollen.
The smell was extreme. The intense fragrance of a mare that took all space for air in his lungs. It made him hungry. Leaning in and taking the first lick at the clit. Celestia seized and moaned aloud. Her forelegs wobbled from the first contact.
Her clitoris kept winking, begging for attention, needing to be serviced.
Seems like none have treated her right in a while. Better take this slow. Let her enjoy all the years she missed out on.
Spike started his assault by working on the pussy itself. Licking at the density of her mounds, collecting up all the cream, drawing little twitches from the length of the mare. His claws worked on her flanks. Squeezing the globes with as much could fit in his claws. They reached out, kneading all that they could.
Princess Celestia moaned at every grab, with a nudge to her rear, getting his mouth to dig into where she needed him to be. Spike took the hint and focused inside her pussy. Placing his muzzle into it, he suckled at the entrance while his tongue shot out and explored the inner-terrain.
Feeling the steam of musk float around his tongue as it slithered across the undulating walls. The cavern breathed to the breathing and heartbeat of the princess. His tongue licked up the juices, flicking at spots all around—looking for the spots that, on being touched, earned a louder moan or a twitch in a leg.
He focused on such places. Feeling equal pleasure as Celestia took more of his dick into her mouth, polishing it with a swirl of her tongue. She was broader, able to cover more and, on finding the spots that ignited an extra fire from within—would focus on them the same.
But soon, the cavern of Celestia's pussy was growing too tight, overly wet, entering the stages of collapse. She had even started to rock her hips into her son's face, clapping and smacking him, with both pussy and ass—trying to hit and bury him with both.
Spike nearly did the same in feeling his mother's mouth take more of his dick into the tightness of her maw. Thrusting his hips from the bed to reach deeper into her maw, getting in tune with how she bobbed, the whole of him, not inside, but slowly getting there as she licked and sucked with glee.
Little tickles bubbled from inside his dick as he was soon to bursting as well.
Spike pulled back as spit and cum connected his lips to the soaking cunt, and he did not back out for long—merely for a breath—before going back in. His maw opened to take the nub into his mouth, suckling on it, licking it as well, a tongue-tied like a rope around it—which lightly squeezed.
His claws dropped from her flanks and reached toward her hanging teats, collecting the soft masses in his palms, noting that, if she were pregnant, that they would be bigger. He was able to cup them whole. Squeezing when he sucked. Spiking her mare's pleasure to even higher than before.
Celestia kept moaning on his dick, and the vibrations felt great. Yet her licking and suckling slowed. Too much moaning and being frozen by pleasure. Soon, as her cunt clenched and tightened, chest doing the same—there was nothing more she could do.
The dick plopped out from her maw as she backed the fatness of her rump into his face, needing to grind it there as she could only be subjected to pleasure now. She moaned his name, over and over, louder and in rising pitch, and hugged his dick to her face, cradled with her forelegs, feeling it slap against her cheek.
"Spike... ohhh Spike... my son... my precious sooon! Y... you're gonna... make me... CUMMMM!"
Spike didn't pull his face out from the pussy even as it clenched and the torrents of milk were splashing out. Instead, he opened his muzzle and set it before her opening, drinking all the sweetness found in a tea.
He was never breastfed by his mother due to her lack of milk production, but, in this, he, and she, could get the experience, the closeness, they were never allowed to have before. He drank and drank. Some of it spilled over his lips and dribbled onto his chin.
The feathers of a white wing reached back, wiping away the overflowing white and, by the time the dragon pulled back and looked over the side of the barrel, there was Celestia, smiling back like the mother she was, an eye hidden beneath mane.
And then she collapsed and fell to the side of his body.
Breathing heavily from the release enormously needed.
Celestia laid on her side, unable to stop panting, the floods of pleasures tingling in her system, a joy that sometimes twitched her hooves. Her rump had never been hotter, and her tail was either slumped or heavily flicking to deal with the heat. When it hung, it trapped in the heat, which bit on the sides of her flanks.
When was the last time she came this hard? Not even the stallions she used to have sex with, hundreds of years ago, were never able to reach this much pleasure. The demand for her son became understandable. Why so many wanted him—even if to please him alone.
It was like the world itself wanted to fuck Spike the Dragon.
And for good reason.
He really cared for the female's pleasure—even more than his own, sometimes.
Spike had a good heart, even in the most naughty of times.
Celestia was barely aware of her son crawling next to her, entering her view, slipping a claw underneath her cheek. He raised it, and she did not object. He was smiling in seeing her panting, blissful face—something that was not seen often.
Able to keep a good boy.
Even though he didn't get to finish.
Spike saw the kind face nobody ever seen before from their motherly and professional ruler. The muzzle of a normal mare. Not an untouchable, perfect, and splendid goddess. A simple mare that had mortal needs and wants like the rest.
But suppressed them for the good of the rest.
"Has anyone told you that you're adorable after finishing?"
"Such a mouth on you—in more ways than one." Celestia couldn't even raise a hoof to cover the giggles on her lips. She rested more into his palm. "But adorable? Now, that is new to me. Not like anypony told me much after our sessions were done." Her eyes saddened for a second in thinking about it. "Too honoured or fearful of giving me a comment once we were done."
"Shame on them, I guess." Spike smiled. "You have to be bold to look into the sun. Going blind is worth seeing how beautiful you are—even if it's only for a few seconds."
"Cheap and cheesy, Spike."
"Doesn't stop it from being true."
One could only blush at that. His claws brushed her mane, and she closed her eyes, loving the sensation. This went on for a while, a mother and son, breathing together, the latter brushing the former's hair, both enjoying the moment.
Until it came to its end.
"So... was that enough to convince you to let me stay in Ponyville?"
"Mmhmm." Celestia thought about it with a blissful smile and eyes still closed, as her son worked on her, knowing, with a laugh, where all this was going to go. "Let me think... no."
The brushing of hair stopped, slowly, to a chuckle of the dragon pulling away. His knees squeaked on the springs of the bed as he shifted away. "Now that's the kind of 'no" I'm glad to hear."
Spike went to the side of the mare, rolling her onto her back and, satisfied with that, went behind her—where the bottom of her flanks flattened onto the mattress. The plumpness of her vulva was exposed between the pair. He backed his crotch above the twins, grinding his erection into her pussy, stroking his length over her slit.
Celestia wanted to raise her head in being confused by this. It was an alien position for Celestia, who only used to have it in the traditional style (Doggy-Style). Missionary position hadn't been developed until a few hundred years ago—when she was already out of the game.
But this was new. Hot. And beyond exciting.
Spike leaned over the mare's belly and pushed his claws to the sides of Celestia's head. He leaned back his hips to allow his tip to slip into her slit. Her clit winked out, hitting it, itself grinding for a moment—all to do it again.
Like it was inviting him to come inside.
Spike looked to Celestia with a glint in his eyes, awaiting something, anything at all. He could have gone in right away. Surrendered to his pleasure and done as he pleased. But he held back. Looking at her. Waiting.
Waiting for permission to break the last barrier of their taboo, incestuous act.
Celestia. Ruler of Equestria. The voice of the law.
Nodded.
Granting him permission to break the law and giving herself to carnal pleasure.
Willingly.
Spike pushed his cock inside Celestia, watching her face and seeing how it reacted to another inch. Her muzzle flicked left and right, eyes clenching, mouth opening, an exasperated gasp and groan in taking more of him inside. She was squeezing inside, and her thighs couldn't help but come together.
Celestia's head rolled all the way back, her muzzle pointing up, a flush of pink over her cheeks, a panting, interrupted by moans, letting him know he was doing well. She bucked into him, if only a little, to concentrated sounds of pleasure.
Finally being broken into, pleased, as she'd always dreamed.
Spike buried himself inside into the tightness to feel the preheated walls flex onto his dick. Milking and massaging it. Expertly undulating onto him with a sporadic clench that took him for a moan. It melted him with her heat. Warmer than the usual mares he was with.
She was awfully tight, unused for such a big mare, spreading a little as he back and slammed himself back in. Opening his mother a little more in each one of his thrusts. His crotch smacked onto the bubbles of her flanks, causing them to wobble from the impact, adding a bit more cushion to his entries.
The soft spear of his head, able to push apart the tightness, clearing the way for all of him to be inside.
"Mmmhm... what a unique appendage you have." Celestia giggled as the back of her head still laid flat on the bed. Enjoying how her body rocked forward from a thrust, a wave across the length of her softness. Rocked back as he pulled out only to enjoy the pleasure again a second later. "Guess I'm not too old to learn a few things."
"Confidence check, T-Tia." Spike said as his face scrunched in a heavy hump to back inside of her. "You're too beautiful to be called old. You don't even have a wrinkle yet. That's when you become old. S-Sorta."
Celestia leaned up a bit in a huff, steaming escaping from her lips, a sheen of sweat to her coat. Rocking herself, now, to rock in as he did the same—the added force evoking moans in the room. She fought, in her haze, to lay a hoof on her boy's cheek. "Enough of the charming prince, now. I don't know what I would do if I were to fall in love with my son."
His head cocked, with eyes closed, and a smirk hard to keep. "You mean y-you don't love... hahaha... me already?"
"O-Oh... hush.”
"And what about my... thing... deep inside of you? Isn't that already too far?"
"Just family with benefits." Celestia took away her hoof and laid back, spreading her legs, more, granting him greater access. "Now be quiet and fuck me. Please?"
Spike chuckled. "As you command, princess."
The dragon's cock slipped out from the slit, its head only inside, the rest of it, gleaming in the wetness that coated it. Then it slammed back in, the walls, closing to stop its entry and pleasantly pushed apart from its swell and force.
His pace was slow again. In and out. Letting them indulge in the bliss. The tickle at the base of his cock and the little itch deep in Celestia that, finally, was being caressed. Moans and groans, the squeaks of a bed and the echoes off the walls. The sweat, the steam of breaths, the love richer in the air than the smell of sex.
Spike started to go faster. His crotch slapping into the flanks, bouncing them, with a touch of a smack onto those thighs. He nearly wanted to grab her legs, to hold and to squeeze, to push apart and then bring in close. He almost wished for them to wrap around his frame, to trap him there, tightly, and buried inside the mare.
But now the speed had picked up into a frenzy. Needing to go faster to keep up with the rising pleasure. They looked at each other, no matter their states, turned on but never looking away. Spike was the first to speak through his pants. "Do... mmhmm... do you like it? You do... d-don't you.”
It was hard, in fucking as fast as he could, to then, speak well.
"Having your son inside of you. Fucking you. Having the dick of a dragon of all creatures deep within you." He shook his head as droplets of sweat flew off. His eyes never left hers. "Fucking you fast, and raw, not caring that you're family."
Celestia rubbed her forehooves over her chest and belly, sometimes feeling the bulge of his dick beneath the density of softness. Her skin was becoming hot and itchy all over. She rubbed in long, slow strokes, puffing up fur, a near playground of cotton. "N-No! Mmhmm! Any... anyone would have done. B-But... you being a d-dragon... and my son... oh... ho... it's like cakes you're not allowed to have!"
"And... does it make it better?"
Her squeak of a moan was all the answer he needed.
Celestia kept her eyes on her son throughout all of this. Knowing that she should feel back in even allowing her son, her baby boy (even though he no longer was), to have sex with her. She'd raised him since birth. But try as she might to guilt-trip herself.
There were no bad feelings.
Was it because Spike isn't her own blood? Because he's not even a pony? Had too much time without sex, with her becoming so old... as to no longer care about such trivialities? Maybe that was it. She'd stopped caring a long time ago but a lot of things—and this had caused her to feel a little dead on the inside.
Everyone was like a child to her, now, due to her age difference with the kingdom. The only pony that would be of her age was Luna and—that wasn't a barrier she was prepared to break yet.
Then Spike's talking broke Celestia out from her thoughts.
"You said before, 'how many times must I find you with your dick inside somewhere it doesn't belong?'" Spike chuckled and playfully tapped his chin, his hips keeping on, able to maintain himself now. "So is this the place where it belongs?"
"W-WHAT!? I, UH..." Celestia clenched her eyes and bit the edge of her hoof as, inside her pussy, the dragon's slamming cock, found a numb far more sensitive than the rest. Plus, the ridges of the underside of his dick, rolling over the base of her cunt. "N-NNNOOOO! HaHHH..."
Celestia hadn't known why she said that when she saw him having his dick deep in the dark side of her sister. Maybe. Deep down inside. She wanted to have that dick belong to her and her alone. No... no. That wasn't right. She didn't want exclusive rights to that.
She was more generous than that. Her son's love was too big for her alone.
But she certainly wanted a piece of it.
"Maybe this was your plan ever since you decided to hatch that abandoned dragon egg." Spike chuckled in lower his claws to the sides of her barrel, locking, holding her in place as he thrust inside. Getting more force as she could rock back from his attack. "Raise it by yourself so you could have your own personal dragon to fuck you."
They kept fucking as the two went quiet from their words in the need to focus on the high end of their love. Spike holdings the sides of her barrel, leaning forward, putting all his focus on pulling out and slamming himself back inside. Little torrents of white leaked out from her folds and down her flanks' curves and dripped onto the sheets.
Celestia's pussy was baking now as it was tighter than it had ever been—refusing to spread even with the spear of his cock fought to make an opening. It was wider, the line of ridges underneath his cock, hard, rounder, and longer like hardened balls trying to hook and lock with the ridges of her walls.
His knows were swelling until swollen, nearly full-size now, expanding into the closeness of her walls. Rocking back and forth was becoming harder as his everything had to fight to get through. Soon her pussy was too cramped, and there was no space to move.
Spike's breath hitched as sweat dropped from his face. "C-Celestia... I'm... about to do it... w-where do you—"
"Inside! A-And... c-call me mom as you do it."
"Mmhmm... M... Mom! Mmmhm..."
Spike made a last thrust into the deepness of his godmother. His knots swelled into their final state before locking inside the mare. His ridges hooked into the furrow of her walls. And the spear of his dick pierced Celesta's cervix. Fertile cum, a thick and milky butter, rope after rope of it fired into exactly where it was supposed to go.
Celestia could feel it. The warming seed from deep inside her tummy. It warmed her from the inside-out like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. His dick spasmed and continued to pump spray after spray of cum inside. Her womb filled to the brim and kept that way—his dick, blocking the way, to prevent a drop from escaping.
She herself clenched her tightest with her eyes doing the same. Feeling everything soft inside of her, now ground into his cock, milking it, as white-love seeped from her walls. Unleashing and washing over his dick.
Her mane was a mess from the session and her tail caught with blotches of ivory from their love.
The swelling from deep on her stomach, while strange at first, then caused her to feel full for the first time in a long, long while.
She was a goddess who lived for more than a thousand years, and yet, despite all that time, never had her own child. Maybe it was hard for an immortal to be impregnated by a mortal. She'd never researched it.
But with how her stomach now bulged a little from the cock and cum that were stuffed inside her.
Maybe.
...this was how a mother was supposed to feel... in carrying a child inside of them?
She couldn't know because she'd never had the sensation before. But a deeper part of her brain, a side never indulged, now, felt tickled, as her maternal instincts flared. Even if all of this was horribly wrong and would cause ponies never to be able to revere her again.
If Celestia did become impregnated by her son, she would take to become a legitimate mother to a child of her own.
She laid motionless and enjoyed the after sex. His cock was still inside of her for the time being, and so, he collapsed on top of her—wiped out. He laid on her stomach, and she hugged him close, like all the previous, younger times, they shared a room together.
Even after orgasm, he kept pumping the leftover semen in his internal testicles: a limp, organic mechanism that would go on until he ran out of semen or the swell of the knots died down, or the Spike forced his cock out. The latter would allow his dick to stay hard and be able to fuck against without rest.
But he seemed to decline that choice for now.
Celestia stroked the top of her boy's head as it rested on the tuft of her chest. She smiled and giggled. Coming down to lay a kiss next to his spines. Then she whispered. "Spike... thank you... it's been so long since I've felt this simple pleasure. Thank you for treating me like a mare over a mom or even a princess. It was really refreshing to be... a pony, again."
Spike raised his head, with a sleepy expression, and pecked his mom on the lips. "You deserve to be happy like everyone else. Especially with all the good that you do. I'm happy... I could provide... an iota of what you are truly owed."
And then the charming prince retook his body.
"Not to mention how you rock that MILF body of yours. I wouldn't mind fucking you even if you were my blood-related mother." He chuckled. "Seriously. When I found out about mares? Yours the second plot I jerked off to. You're round, curved, soft and massive.”
"Pfft." Celestia blew the mane out from her eyes. "And just who is the first?"
"Sorry." Spike coughed and turned his head. 'It's a confidential thing."
"Fine." Celestia giggled. “Not like it's hard to guess.”
Spike caught his second wind shortly after that in lifting from the sprawl of Celestia's stomach. He glanced down to check his dick inside of her. That, and how was still cumming. Figuring that would be good enough, and wanting to save himself in case of an emergency fuck, he decided to pull the plug as it were.
With a groan and a twist and a few internal things, his dick popped out from her slit, followed by leaks of white that poured over her folds. Most of the love, however, was still safely stored inside of her.
Her cervix shut tight after he had left to prevent any semen from escaping. It was a natural tick to raise the chance of fertilization. Which would never come because the chambered lacked an egg to offer.
At least it felt nice.
"Do you like to cuddle after sex, mom?"
Celestia moaned and laughed and sadly started to sit up. "I wish I could say yes... but I still have a document to finish." She rolled from the bed and onto her hooves, which stumbled on touching the floor. "Wish I could have another round with you... seeing as how you're still hard."
The image was of Spike on his back and, from his crotch, his cock stood tall. It was appealing as he looked like a treat. The urge to crawl back and finish him off was strong. But... work needed to be done. "But I am the ruler of this kingdom, and some business can't be delayed."
"Fine." Spike brought a claw to his cock, a rub to its sides, a slow tease to get him going again. "Guess I'll have to take care of myself." Then a thought: struck. "Hey! You still haven't told me if I can stay in Ponyville or not." He exhaled. "Was all of that enough to convince you?"
"Hmmm... well I think..."
"I can always come back to Canterlot once a month or shorter to fuck you? Can tell everyone it's 'Royal Business' if you want to keep it a secret."
Celestia walked to the door, not before glancing over the side of her barrel and back at him. "You know me too well, son. That deal seems fair to me. Yes, you can go now. I hope you have fun!"
She gave a little swing to her rump before walking out but, instead of having the intended effect, the dragon rose with a raised talon and open mouth. Celestia was still leaking cum from her pussy. It coursed down her legs as her flanks glistened from the love.
Strands of her tail clung to her flanks from hardened cum. Her mane was frazzled and could barely circulate as it normally did. Sex stank the room. Nothing but its deep richness clung to the two.
But then again. He was still a playboy. And leaving her clueless sounded like more fun.
He then looked to the closest in the room and cleared his throat. 'Princess Celestia isn't here now. You can come out. I know you're there."
The closest door kept close for a while. But the dragon never stopped looking at it. The green glow of his eyes, soft and burning, able to pierce through to the inside of there. He kept idly stroking his dick as something to do. Enjoying the feeling, the subtle power, in being him.
Then the door opened and a mare wearing a maid outfit walked out. She was blushing rest and, behind her legs, there was a dripping sound. It was her turn to clean Celestia's bedroom today. No doubt cleaning it like normal when the two lovebirds suddenly appeared.
Fearing being caught or knowing their secret, she no doubt hid, and, due to the show, had no choice but to enjoy it. She didn't seem the type to have much experience with sex. Yet she seemed drawn to it—and him—all the same.
"P...Prince Spike! I... uh... I..."
Spike slid down more on the bed, spreading his legs, allowing his cock to stand tall as he looked at her from behind it. She tried to look at his face but, as his dick loomed in her vision, the urge was too great. She started staring at it—unable to look away.
Wanting to experience the thing that could convince a princess.
"Looks like you're privy to one of my dirty secrets..." he said in scooting to the side of the bed to make room for her. He even patted the spot next to him. "Maybe there's something I can do to convince you not to spread this secret?"
The mare nodded and, with a hesitant step, came forward.
Twilight’s dark days and the feeling that they would continue throughout her life, came to a close, on a special talk with Celestia. The princess seemed to be a touch out of it, happy, jittery, a familiar smell on her coat to a mess of mane above. Not the usual look of royalty—much less a princess.
But the good news of being sent to Ponyville to be with her friends had silenced all possible questions. She dashed to find Spike. To their room and even to the princess’s private quarters.
Where she then found him.
“Spike! You big dragon with a bigger heart! Celestia is sending us to Ponyville—together! I want to thank you for not leaving me to—OH COME ON! NOT AGAIN!”
Her prance stopped in the room as the dragon, laid back on the bed, wore a sheepish smile with his dick deep inside of something it did not belong inside. The mare next to him, though, foamed at the mouth, with a twitch to her hooves. She never looked happier.
“SPIIIKE!"
