For Equestria, change was an ever occurring element of life that seemed to push itself into everyone’s life in some manner or another. In the era now labeled as Post Celestia, or PC, Twilight Sparkle was working her way into learning about the ins and outs of running an entire kingdom. There were diplomatic meetings, ambassador names to memorize, languages and cultures to familiarize herself with; it was a smorgasbord of information that would’ve made a normal pony balk and likely panic.
However, Twilight Sparkle was obviously far from ordinary, since she took to such lessons with a vigor that surprised her tutors and advisors. By the time she would be done memorizing every statute and every custom and every other ruling tidbit, she’d surely be running things fairly well. So well, that her fellow friends constantly visited to make sure she was doing alright and that she didn’t go…well, too Twilight Sparkle on the world.
Knowing all of this, it surprised one Spike the Dragon to get a summons to have an audience with Celestia, said royal still having her own assigned quarters in the castle despite having vacated to another locale entirely down at Silver Shoals. Instead of going there, he had been called to the castle where he’d been told the Solar Princess was waiting. The tall dragon knocked on the impressively sized wooden door, and heard Celestia’s voice speak from the other side.
“Is that you, Spike? Come in dear!”
Entering the chamber, Spike recognized the many familiar sights of Celestia’s personal quarters. The fireplace, currently unlit but still always ready with logs to burn. The light purple flooring with swirling designs. Even one of Luna’s old star banners, still hanging on the far wall. It reminded him of his younger years, his time as just Twilight’s young assistant and helper. Now look at him; a full fledged member of the royal family, albeit extended. But hey, who really digs that far into politics?
The motherly Alicorn sat at a small table next to a window looking out over Canterlot proper, and she rose from her seat as he approached her. Even with how much time had passed since he was a little drake, Spike still considered Celestia to be a beauty to behold. Taller than him still by a head at least, curvaceous and with all the radiant colors she was known to bear, she looked as if she’d hardly aged a day. The only sign to show any change in herself from the days when he was little was in her eyes: still bearing strength, but now far more relaxed and approachable than the dignified stare she usually had as ruler.
She embraced him tightly, the dragon returning the embrace for a long moment before pulling back. “You know, I’m a little used to being summoned for some kinda world ending danger. I hope this isn’t that kind of social call? I could’ve dressed a little more…uh, professionally.” He said while gesturing at his relaxed attire consisting of a simple t-shirt and shorts. The whole ‘gym buff’ look was something Rarity encouraged for him even now.
Celestia laughed, waving her hand. “Oh, no, no! This is far less world threatening. If it was like that, I imagine you’d have heard it from Twilight herself already. Goodness, I haven’t seen you in a long spell. You look a little taller even!”
Spike had to roll his eyes a little. It was true that he was still growing; he’d keep doing that for the next several hundred years from how long he was predicted to live, if not longer still. In his current state, he hadn’t yet entered the phase of being on all four limbs, still being bipedal and standing tall as a result. His growth spurt had allowed him to finally blossom somewhat into an adult look, at least by pony standards. Broad shoulders, a square set jawline, his wings actually growing in size proportional to his torso; heck, he actually had muscles now! Not that he had admired them in the mirror aplenty, no sir.
“And you’re radiant as ever. You know one day, Rarity’s gonna borrow you to make a whole fashion line. I’d say Twilight, but we both know how hard it is to get her away from her learning.”
Celestia beamed at the compliment, her lips forming a wide smile. “You know, now that my whole life isn’t under scrutiny 24/7, I might take her up on that. As long as it isn’t all sun-related.”
Spike chuckled. “I’ll tell her to jot it down in her notes.” He said before moving over to the nearest chair. “But I don’t think you called me out here just to socialize. Something’s bothering you.”
“Oh? Able to read a pony so easily, Mr. Dragon?”
He snorted. “Your left hand taps its fingers on your right arm when you’re thinking and anxious. When you’re relaxed, it’s elsewhere or holding something. You do that because you once tapped so much on a table without thinking, you left indentions in the wood.”
“You are one of the only beings in the world who knows that, you know.”
“Luna has many stories about you two. Most of them are pretty cool. The rest are fairly silly.”
“Yes, well…some stories are unfortunately true at times. And speaking of Luna…” Celestia sat down across from Spike and sighed, steepling her hands to rest her chin upon them, “I need your help regarding her.”
“Why? Is she ok? What’s wrong?” Spike questioned rapidly. Celestia waved her hands in a disarming fashion.
“Relax, relax. She isn’t in any danger. At least, none as I’ve yet to prevent.” Celestia told him. “Your marefriend is safe and sound.”
It was a current secret amidst the few royals Twilight trusted - being Luna, Celestia, and Spike by technicality - that Luna and Spike were actually together. The couple had been a little slow to come together, but it had been helped by many factors. The many adventures the pair had been through together, their shared experiences, and the many times Spike himself had taken time to help Luna adjust to the modern age. Electronics, social experiences, the good times and the bad; Spike had been there as a fellow stranger and once he was tall enough, a shoulder to lean on for the mare.
Spike found her to be a truly beautiful mare, and that despite the issues she had to work through, there was someone wonderful inside the Moon Princess. He had mustered the courage to court her, trying it in both the modern way and the more classical way Luna had grown up with. His attempts endeared him to her, and they were soon quite attached at the hip. Their dates were kept somewhat private, although the more public excursions made it difficult to hide two such distinct individuals from the paparazzi. Still; she was worth it to him.
Which made him all the more concerned to hear she was having troubles he might not know of. “Well, then, what’s going on? The last time I talked to her, she sounded fine. Happy, even!”
“And she is. But it’s what’s making her happy that is giving the rest of us some…trouble. How do I explain this?” Celestia thought for a moment before shrugging. “The best answer is to be blunt: she has become far too slack in her duties.”
“Her duties? You mean like, training Twilight on traversing the dream realm?” Spike asked. “I thought it was a half and half deal going for them.”
“I do not know the exact terms; it would be hard to separate Luna from a duty she’s performed for so many years, it’s as second nature as breathing is.” Celestia told him. “If you were to ask me to suddenly cease raising the sun, it would and still does take time to not react to it’s being outside my control. Twilight has been managing it fine, and yet still.”
“Right. But about Luna?”
“Luna has always been a disciplined, hardy, and very willful mare. I admired such traits in her because she could see the hardest of tasks done no matter what was asked of her. And when she began to teach Twilight, she seemed quite enthused to have a helper and associate to manage the dream realm and the minds of so many in the land.” Celestia stood up and looked out the window before continuing.
“But now she has been starting to slacken in her duties in every department. Diplomatic meetings she used to be precisely attentive to, she skips entirely. Lessons with Twilight begin hours later than scheduled, a point Twilight has complained to me several times now. Have you not noticed any of this oddness on your recent dates?”
“It’s actually been a little while since we’ve had one. She’s told me she’s been preoccupied with her work, and I took it as being time spent helping Twilight like you said. I didn’t want her to feel like I was prying too much into her duties.” Spike commented. “Do you think she’s being kept held back by something or someone?”
“I believe I know what it is. I had my suspicions, but after investigating, I am certain now.”
Spike ran through a quick gamut of options in his head. Nightmare Moon resurfacing? Sombra resurrecting? Some villainous noble trying to blackmail her into debauchery and -
“Video games.”
The dragon paused and looked at Celestia’s stern expression. It took him several seconds to respond.
“Did you say…video games?”
“Yes! She is obsessed! Beyond obsessed, possessed even!” The alicorn declared before falling back into her seat. “That mare has become utterly taken by the charming thrall of technology!”
Any built up bluster and fire Spike had been prepping snuffed itself out as he relaxed in his seat. “Ok, let’s…back up a little. I know Luna plays video games. I play those games with her. I introduced them to her.”
Celestia nodded. “Yes, I know you did. As a means of bonding, entertainment, and general way of relaxation. All of which are well-intentioned. But she’s gone beyond common sense, Spike!”
“In what way?”
Celestia held up a finger. “First, I tried to simply appeal to her emotions.”
“And so if you could just find it in your heart, Luna, to maybe step away from the games for a time and just come spend time with me, your sister. Your friends miss you too! There’s so much to do and see outside. Surely the smiling faces of your loved ones would be worth seeing for a time instead of just that screen?”
There was no real response from the other side of the doorway. Celestia’s smile, forced as it was, faltered a little. But she tried again.
“Luna? Sister of mine? Can you hear me?”
“Yae.”
“Did you…hear everything I just said?”
“Aye.”
“Any chance that any of it had any sort of emotional impact or breakthrough, even a brief flashback?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I mean…you didn’t even go through the door, Celestia. Not exactly very…strong.” Spike remarked.
“Well I was trying to be polite! When I was working, ponies always knock or announced themselves, and if I didn’t bid them entry, they stayed put!”
Spike just nodded slowly. “So…you basically yelled through a door to try and reach her.”
“That was attempt number one. Attempt number two, I tried to bargain with her.”
“Luuuuna! I have something wonderful to show you!”
The slightly squeaky wheels betrayed the weight of what Celestia was bringing with her, this time entering the room and leaving the door open behind her. The room itself was dark as was usual for Luna, since it was her regular preference. The curtains were drawn, with sunlight peeking around the edges and teasing the world outside. But the mare in question stayed put in the corner that had been her designated play place for her video games.
Celestia couldn’t make out too much on each screen, but focused on the hunched over figure of her sister, her face turned away from her.
“Uh…look! I found your old halberd from our wandering glory days of old!” Celestia said before levitating the heavy weapon with her magic. The melee weapon was a thing of beauty, in it’s own right: polished and looking sharpened as well, it’s bladed portion seemed as if it’d just been made fresh from the forge, wrought with markings of the moon along it’s metal and down the pole that one would grip to wield it. Celestia could see her own reflection even in the metal, when held close enough.
“I found it while looking through our old things and thought maybe you might enjoy a romp about the countryside again! Like how we used to do, remember? We’d wander the lands, righting wrongs, fighting villains, just two sisters facing the dangers of the world head on!” Celestia recalled. “It was such a different time compared to civilization now. What do you say? You could put the controllers down and put those hands to doing some real fighting!”
“I appreciate it, but no thank you. We fought without quarter back then. I’d like to be known as Luna the Princess, not Luna the Conquering Moon again.”
Celestia pouted. “Oh, but sister, you used to have so much fun with it! The revelry and the challenge of facing mighty beasts! Why, you could get so much good work done out there instead of in here! Remember the Three Gates of Cerberus? I remember the Three Gates.”
“We remember the Three Gates. You tore them apart with your own two hooves when your battle mallet broke.”
“See, you remember! Come on, it would be fun!”
Luna sighed and looked over her shoulder. “Cerberus said if we ever did that again, he’d sick the entire Legion of Tartarus on Canterlot. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“O-ok, but what about Amorstasia? The Griffon Rebellion Enclaves? Chrysalis’ estranged and possibly murderous if existing sister with her own hive?”
“I didn’t know Chrysalis had siblings. She struck me as a solo act.”
“Well, I didn’t either. But it isn’t a hard guess with Changelings. They breed and repopulate faster than rabbits on fertility magic.” Celestia muttered. “And, as you might’ve guessed, Luna didn’t take the offer then either.”
“Of course she didn’t,” Spike said, making the alicorn blink, “you realize she was being entirely logical and, if Twilight heard what you were doing, would’ve had to step in herself? That’d be pretty embarrassing for you both, former adventures or no.”
“I mean, we got away with it all the time back then, and she always had fun…”
“The wild years always look nicer when they’re in the wild. With no society to worry about. Or internet. Or phones. Or cameras. Or-”
“Alright alright!” Celestia shushed him, making the dragon snort. “So…that left my most recent attempt. Which was…not so stellar, now that I look back upon it.”
“You tried pleading, bribery…you went for the threatening option, didn’t you?”
“You are a clever dragon.”
“Alright, Luna, enough is enough!”
Celestia tried her best to sound gravely serious as she stood next to Luna’s gaming seat. This close up, Celestia’s eyes could pick up on the various snack wrappers, empty drink bottles, and spare charging cables connecting here and there and everywhere like an ever-coiling serpent. Luna spared her a look from her spot, her mane styled to cover one eye at the moment.
“I have had it with you lurking in here, hiding from the world. Either you willingly leave this room, clean up, and come out of this funk to being my sister again, and not some low-life video game junkie, or I’ll burn all of these consoles to ash!”
Luna paused the game and raised an eyebrow. “The game consoles you gifted me for Hearth’s Warming? The ones you told me you were happy to have made personally just for me? Those consoles?”
Celestia paused for two seconds. “Alright, maybe not to ash. But I will unplug everything. Tartarus, why not go further? Make this whole room be a cave while I’m at it; it’s halfway there, we’re just missing a campfire and a hunting spear.”
Luna didn’t reply, and instead turned her eyes back to the game screen. “Don’t you have meetings to attend to, dear sister? This seems…frivolous, at best.”
Celestia’s eye twitched. “Indeed. Perhaps words are frivolous and action is the best course after all.” Celestia’s horn lit up, and a magic pulse went through the room. Following it, every electronic in the room that had been connected to some kind, any kind, of electrical source was suddenly disconnected. All of Luna’s screens cut out, and her controller ceased vibrating as well. The solar alicorn folded her arms over her chest in assumed victory.
“I don’t like doing this any more than you like receiving it Luna. But this has gone on for long enough. I’ve enchanted the room to make it so nothing can be plugged into any socket for the next 24 hours. So get up, clean those chip crumbs out of your mane, and let’s…what are you doing?”
Luna had a tiny handheld device between her two hands, acting exactly as the console had done but now much smaller. “Portable gaming.”
“But I just-”
“It runs off batteries, sister. Batteries I have a numerous stash of in places you can’t even think of.” She added as Celestia’s horn started to light up again. “I can’t undo your enchantment. But I can outlast it.”
The white alicorn scowled, and growled in frustration before walking away, heels angrily clacking on the floor before she shut the door to Luna’s room firmly to communicate said anger. She could hear things going beep and bloop and all other mannerisms behind her, propelling Celestia to walk away all the more firmly before bitter disappointment stung her.
“So you see? I’ve tried everything! And she refuses to quit! It’s like dealing with an addiction to alcohol or to…to drugs, or something! And I cannot break her of it! If it weren’t for these foolish video games, I’d…” she trailed off as Spike shook his head at her. “What? What is it?”
“You’re not trying to be her sister, Princess,” Spike told her, “you’re trying too hard to be her mother. Yours and hers’ mother.”
“I am not being her-”
“You spoke to her like a child instead of your equal. You tried to appeal to her emotions, to tug at heartstrings that would’ve evoked guilt instead of understanding. You tried to bribe her, to buy her affections back because it would be more direct and physical, but it was refused. And so you resorted to threatening when all else failed, which resulted in her defying you entirely because it wasn’t her sister talking to her, but someone who was acting like an intruder.” Spike told her. His gaze was firm, and the alicorn felt surprised to see it in his eyes so well. “Put down your sword and shield. This isn’t a battlefield to siege. This is your sister we’re talking about. My marefriend.”
Celestia took a long moment before sighing and lowering her head. “...you’re right. You really have grown, Spike. Before, I could scarcely imagine you talking back to me or correcting me. Now look how you’ve grown. And I’ve…oh, I’ve been a fool.”
Spike got up from his seat and came to her side, resting a hand on the alicorn’s shoulder. “We all do it. Take it from someone who once smashed his home because he wanted endless birthday presents. But you were right to call me regardless. I think I know what’s going on; but you need to leave her to me. You have to trust me.”
Celestia’s hand came up to his and covered it gently. “I do trust you. I just…I thought I could do it myself. I’ve always been there to guide her and help her, and just…well, I just about ruined it again, didn’t I? I don’t even know what she plays. The whole customized gaming thing was your idea! Which she loved. From both of us. And I threatened to break it. She must think of me as terrible.”
“She doesn’t. Let me go and talk to her. She’s still up there right now, I’m guessing?” He asked.
“Well, she was supposed to meet with me today to discuss the upcoming Equestrian Games. She and I are to go together, and we would meet with the athletes later today and any other delegations.”
“Give me some time with her. I think I can get through.” Spike assured her. “I have a touch that might do the job.”
“A dragon’s touch?”
“A friend’s touch. You learn that kind of touch pretty well when you got six magical elements all about that kind of thing, you know?”
She chuckled. “Perhaps that’s what’s needed most. Just tell her I’m so sorry for being so forceful to her. For me?”
“I will.”
When Spike came to Luna’s room, he waved away the two guards posted there, who took the dismissal gratefully and left him alone with Luna. The door was locked, but Spike simply fished out a key he had in his satchel and used it to open the door manually, a hidden failsafe reserved solely for him and given by Luna herself. The door opened and he stepped inside.
Luna’s bedroom had always been one to favor the darkness, Spike taking in the grandiose starry drapes of her canopy bed and the various charts of the sky over on her own desk. She had several shelves he knew were lined with tomes of Equestria’s history, and the past that history books had long forgotten by now. The mare in question was over at the consoles and screens Celestia had described, and he folded his arms as he took in her appearance from behind.
It was…actually a little difficult to make her out. The lunar princess had taken to liking bulkier and cozier clothing than the revealing regalia and dresses that she was so used to. The hoodie and sweatpants covered her form well, but the ever-floating luminous blue mane, twinkling as if tiny stars nested inside it, was unmistakable. She had headphones on, which explained why she hadn’t reacted right away.
Considering his options, Spike decided it was best to be direct, but in the way only he could be. So he began with the first option, and turned towards the drawn curtains blocking the midday sun. A simple yank of the cord on the side of the curtains had them drawn very quickly, filling the room with a sudden blinding light that certainly caught Luna off guard as she physically flinched from the glare hitting her monitors.
“Who in Tartarus-” Luna started to say, turning about in her chair before covering her eyes. “Celestia, I told you-!”
“Sorry hun, I’m not your sister!” Spike called over to her. “Afraid I’m lacking a few important things to mimic her. You know, the feather wings, the horn, the whole magical aura. Oh, and I’m purple. Curtain number two!”
“Spike, why-agh!” Another burst of light filled the room as the second curtain was drawn back, further illuminating the room. Luna got up from her seat and stumbled for a moment before going straight towards him. “What are you doing?!”
“I thought you might’ve just been really occupied lately. No answers on my phone texts, calls going to voicemail. At least ringing though,” Spike listed off as he moved towards the third curtain, “But then I found out even Celestia hasn’t hardly gotten much out of you. So I decided to fly down here and just find out what’s going on.”
“Spike please don’t open the third one, I beg of thee-agh!”
Spike ignored the request and the room was now fully illuminated, the fresh sunlight bringing a spotlight to the state of Luna’s quarters. Dust floated in and out of the luminous beams cast through the window, and Spike could smell some staleness in the air as well. Nothing foul, but certainly not exactly clean. Luna was at his side now, using his taller form to grant her some shadow from the bright light of the outside.
“Must you be so…so…ugh! So mean!” She whined, lightly slapping the palms of her hands against his chest. It accomplished little in means of harm, but Spike humored her before taking hold of her hands. He didn’t need much force at all to restrain her, but it didn’t make the lovely mare try to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Don’t you know dragons can be mean sometimes? Especially to mares who are being oh so stubborn and acting like a hermit?”
“I am not a hermit! I have a clean-shaven face, and regardless of my state of dress, I do shower! I even - mmph! Mmm…mmm.” Any further protests died in Luna’s throat as her lips were occupied by Spike’s own, the firm kiss silencing her and making her relax in his grasp until she was holding his hands as much as he was hers. He relented only when the need for air required it, and even then entirely had his composure while Luna’s face was a light cherry red.
“...that’s not fair.” She pouted. “Cheater.”
“And you love it.” He replied, making her snort before resting her head against his chest. He simply held her, embracing her with both arms and simply letting her take comfort from him. “What’s going on, Luna? You never go all recluse like this. This is more Twilight’s method when she gets too stuck in one of her studies.”
“I know, I know…I just…I can explain. I promise thee.” She told him, pulling him towards her bed and getting him to sit down on it before taking her own seat in his lap. The effect of him holding her continued, without protest from the drake or the alicorn. “Did you tell my sister of my lack of reply to thee?”
“No, I didn’t. She didn’t need to know that. I think she had enough ‘accidental mom energy’ as it was.” He informed her. “What’s got you so wound up? You’re worse than Rarity trying to organize Fall Fashion Week.”
Luna sighed. “To tell the whole truth, I am not hiding from guilt or from shame. It is not cowardice that has come upon me, but a lack of rest that ails me,” she explained, “And I do not know a way to satisfy it or to correct it. The mere admission vexes me.”
“Are you sleeping alright? No nightmares or illusions or any random villain of the week?”
“Aye, and nay to all three. I rest myself, and I awaken when I know I am needed. I cleanse myself, as you can no doubt tell, and see to what is most dire. But when I try to take time to relax, that is where the problem comes about. I love to play these games, this wondrous entertainment you have shown me. And yet, therein lies the problem.”
“The games are boring you? Maybe try something else?” Spike offered. “Some games you can only play for so long before they get too boring or just not fun.”
“I have tried them all, my dearest. Wars fought in strategy and precise actions, explorations and survival in desolate lands, even multiplayer games and combat against young, ill-fated, foolish colts and fillies. The amount of language they have learned in such a short time is a little concerning.”
“You stomped them anyway, didn’t you?”
“With vicious fervor and calculated ferocity.”
“That’s my girl.” Spike chuckled, making Luna smile before he continued, “but Luna, you mean to tell me you’ve been playing all this, doing all these games, because of stress? What’s stressing you?”
“Everything, Spike. Everything. I know Twilight and my sister manage their own stress their own ways. Tia enjoys taking time for sweets and flying, and generally being away from the castle and all the commotion. Twilight simply buries herself in her books, and both get by fine. But my method…it’s as if I am numb to it now almost. It takes hours to feel any sense of satisfaction. What once was achieved in a single quest now seems to take almost an entire campaign.”
Spike nodded as he let Luna vent her frustrations, listening attentively and rubbing her back with one hand while the other held one of her free own. “Have I been broken somehow? Did I somehow achieve some kind of zenith of gaming?” Luna questioned.
“I don’t think that’s a thing. Even Button Mash from Ponyville doesn’t have that, and he’s literally magically aligned with gaming.”
“We have trounced him multiple times online. His mother would be most upset to hear him speak the way he does while respawning.”
“I can imagine.” Spike snickered before shaking his head. “You know what I think it is?”
“What?”
“You’ve gotten so used to doing things on your own and running solo on these games, that there’s no excitement. No chaos, which I’m sure disappoints Discord somewhere in the universe. If everything is within your ability to predict and to figure out, well, where’s the fun in that?”
“But I do play online. I fend off endless angsty, irritated young men and women in other games?”
“Still prediction, still the same. You need something to make it different.” Spike told her, making the alicorn frown in thought as she glanced away. In truth, he was racking his mind for an answer as well. Luna was skilled and very capable, he had no doubt. Those stories of Celestia and her fending off endless hordes in the olden days weren’t just fodder for myths and well-selling literature franchises; she was trained to a degree few could hope to compare to. Something had to offset her, to make her and the entire idea feel new.
“What if we played together?” He offered.
“Huh?” She eloquently replied, making Spike snort.
“Together. You and me. We could try some games that let us compete with each other, or work directly together. Change up the dynamic by making it so you’re not in control of every decision, every action. I might’ve introduced you to gaming, but I’m not so versed in it all as you are. It would be a new experience for me, and likewise, for you too.”
Luna listened and thought for a few seconds on the idea. “It is true that bringing in another player can change many a game. And it would be…fun, to try and play someone other than a robotic foe.”
“Exactly. There’s no excitement if you know exactly what the opponent might do. But a mortal, scaly, muscular opponent might do anything.”
Luna giggled at his description, before laughing as Spike gave an overly dramatic flex of his chest. He still would never tell her how many hours he’d spent practicing that in a mirror.
“Perhaps there is merit to your thinking, Spike. And I admit, it would mean more time spent alongside you. A way for me to make up the time I have spent uh…hermiting.”
“I think it’s a good plan. Especially if it keeps you from growing a bushy white beard. Starswirl would think you’re taking too much of his style.” He quipped.
Luna simply smacked the back of her hand against his chest, before kissing him gently. He returned it, happy to see her demeanor becoming more relaxed after being given the chance to just talk things out fairly.
“What would I do without you, my dearest?” Luna murmured as she nuzzled her cheek against the side of his neck. He returned the gesture, nuzzling the top of her head and burying his muzzle amidst her luminous hair.
“Oh, they’d have found you eventually. Probably buried under a bag pile of cheese fries and soda cans.” They laughed together before she stood, allowing him to follow suit but still holding her hand. “Come on. Let’s go talk to Celestia and let her know things are ok. And maybe let the maids get in here for once.”
“It’s not that bad!”
“Don’t tell a dragon the hoard of empty chip bags and candies is not that bad. We know bad; we helped define it.”
After getting Luna out of her room and having a momentarily emotional discussion with Celestia - the older sister apologizing for her attitude while the younger apologized for being so stubborn - Luna’s entire outlook and daily schedule became much more involved. She began to participate again in Equestria’s political and public affairs, giving her full attention to visiting diplomats and assuring them of her respect for their presence. Twilight’s lessons resumed on time and the lunar princess began to teach the new ruler in earnest, allowing her to begin experiencing the duties properly rather than observing from afar with pen and notepad.
Spike, throughout all of this, kept around the castle and around for Luna a majority of the time. No one had any complaints, particularly the lunar princess herself about it. Seeing him around was a consistent boost to Luna’s mood and productivity. Twilight herself had even calculated it down to a numerical value, because of course she would do that. To the dragon, he was just happy to see his marefriend out of the hole she had been stuck in and smiling and laughing more freely. The stress she suffered before seemed entirely gone now, as if a large weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
The truth that Spike knew was that the stressors hadn’t really changed; it was more that the way to handle that stress had certainly changed for the better. Especially now that he was involved.
“Oh, Luuuna!” Spike called while knocking on the princess’ door one evening. They had arranged for some time to spend together tonight, which Luna had been particularly looking forward to. The whole week had been a rigorous run of work and tasks that had kept her occupied, and only now was she having time to actually just rest and unwind. Sensing the opportunity, she had contacted Spike and in typical Luna fashion had created a declaration amongst the guards to not disturb her or him for the next 24 hours once she retired to her quarters.
There was a rapid approach of footsteps before the door became unlocked and Luna’s head peeked out. As one sign of change for the mare, she wasn’t wearing all dark clothing lately but things that were at least visually more comfortable. Her mane had been tied back in a loose ponytail, the length of it still wavy and flowing while the rest was styled to cover one eye from the front. It was a look she had gotten from one of their shared games, something he approved of and she enjoyed having for him. Her royal regalia was gone also, something he encouraged on her off time as a physical expression of removing her duties from herself for rest. He was dressed casually as well, a simple pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless white t-shirt keeping him decent.
“There you are. We wondered if thee were perhaps running late for forgetting something again.” Luna said before permitting him entry.
“You forget a wireless controller at home one time, and the gamer girl never lets it go, huh?” He replied jokingly, stepping into the room. He turned around to regard her again once she closed the door, locking it with magic before coming up to him and embracing him tightly. He returned it, happy to hold her for those few moments before she stepped back. It allowed him to see her better, and he was glad it was a sight only he got to see.
Many would argue that Celestia’s unique beauty came from her larger size, and that was a fair estimate in most regards. But Luna hardly lacked anything in Spike’s view; in fact, there was appeal more in Luna’s smaller stature than in Celestia’s taller. The princess of the moon wore a pink hoodie on that evening, one suitable for her curves. She sported a healthy figure with a large bust, proportional for her height and something Spike was intimately familiar with. But of equal appeal was the lower half of the princess’ torso.
Being in her own room, the lunar mare had only a pair of matching faded pink short-shorts on that showcased her thick, powerful legs and enticing thighs. As she moved over to her bed where they would be playing from, he got to enjoy the sight of how those short-shorts clung to her prodigious rump, each wide cheek making the shorts seem more like a pair of underwear instead. Her tail lazily drifted to the side, giving him an unobscured view of her rear that he drank up before following after her.
“Decided to go pink for tonight, huh?” He asked as he sat down beside her, easily settling on the plush blue and white sheets of her bed.
“We find ourselves quite enjoying this ‘cozy’ attire, as one has called it. And we also recall it catching the eye of our drake quite well when he gazes upon my moons.” She teased him, making him snort.
“Hard to miss such a perfectly framed moon, and I’m honored to witness it. Oh, and your butt looks fantastic.”
Luna laughed, and he snickered beside her as the console woke up to power on in front of them. “So what shall our stakes be today, dearest Spike? A contest of racing, perhaps? Or wouldst thou like to try and out-shoot me once more?”
“You know, one day, we really need to have you sit down and detail just what you and Celestia got up to in your younger years, and specifically why it’s illegal to be so good at it.” Spike quipped, earning a bright grin from the mare. “How’s about…one on one fighting? A good ol’ bout of Hoof Fighter?”
“You are on!” Luna declared.
With the game loading up and Luna even bouncing eagerly beside him, Spike couldn’t help but feel happy just knowing he had helped his marefriend recover her spirits. Admittedly, the means they employed now were a little unorthodox to what most would think of for a “game night”, but he wasn’t going to complain.
Especially when he got to have so much fun.
A couple quick loading screens later had the pair in their first match of three, Spike’s purple clawed hands at the ready as were Luna’s tensed own. The moment the game told them to “GO!”, both of their characters launched at one another and the shenanigans began. Spike didn’t consider himself to be too much of a gamer, what with his duties for Twilight and all, but felt he made up for the lack of time with enthusiasm. Luna, however, had incredible skill and was showcasing it right off the bat. Spike found himself outmaneuvered and outgunned impressively quick, and round one soon went to her.
“Huzzah!” Luna cried out, cheering for herself while Spike politely clapped. “Round one falls to me!”
“I guess that’s what I get for trying to use a newer character against your flying death machine.”
Luna harrumphed. “It is entirely legal and part of the match. As to quote the younglings: get good, sir dragon.” She replied, before doing something that many would not expect as the victor. The mare’s shorts became immersed in her magical glow, and were soon teleported off of her and cast aside. She was now utterly bottomless, yet treated it as if it were her gain rather than a loss. Spike couldn’t help a distracted look down at the way her posture made her large rump stand out, and was rewarded with a flick of Luna’s tail.
“Not yet, mister.” She cooed at him, “you still have round 2 to go!”
“We’ll see who wins. I’m getting one of my main guys!”
The second round was more evenly matched, and had Luna actually leaning in some sort of attempt to garner more skill for herself. Spike, amused at his marefriend’s antics, let her carry on and decided to indulge her a little more. A miscalculated move by him left an opening for her to capitalize on, leaving his character going from half health to zeroed out in a matter of seconds. The sound of “DEFEAT” rang in the room, and Spike chuckled as Luna threw her hands up. It carried the same energy as if she had trounced him in actual combat.
“You can never best the 100 hoof punch!” Luna declared.
“So it would seem. And to the victor go the spoils, isn’t that right?” He asked.
Luna grinned cheekily and before Spike knew it, he was laid flat on his back with Luna hovering overtop him. With nothing to act as a barrier between herself and his face, her enormous rear was as much a herald of her intentions as the pink folds of her pussy he could see from his viewpoint. It was a sight that never failed to impress him and arouse him, a playful growl escaping him as Luna gave a small wiggle above him.
“I hope thou has been practicing your other skills more than you do in fighting games.”
Of course, some might be confused on how we got here. As it turned out, Spike decided that there was just one simple way to make it so Luna could truly relax while gaming, continue to be a loving couple, and get her motivated to get back into the swing of her responsibilities. The answer was sex. Luna was no blushing virgin and neither was Spike, as both had been intimate beforehand. But this new approach was exciting for the mare and certainly worked for the dragon as well.
Luna came down with little warning and had Spike’s entire head wedged between the soft bed cushioning him from behind and the massive cheeks of her rump from the front. Luna’s giggling was muffled in his ears due to her overwhelming mass covering him, not that he had any complaint. He instead took to latching onto either side of her rear, fingers sinking into the plush meat of her rump and pulling her further onto him. His tongue snaked out from his maw with an eagerness that made Luna’s whole body give a start as he expertly glided over her underside before sliding into her wanting depths.
“O-oh! Thine dexterity has grown!” Luna remarked while Spike only huffed into her nethers. He rubbed his muzzle against her rump, enjoying how it felt against his skin and the warmth she radiated. The taste of her on his tongue as he dug deeper into her pussy was the icing on the cake, sweet and delicious in a way only she could provide. By the time his tongue was fully extended out, buried deep inside her canal, Luna was quivering above him.
“I-I’ll trust you are coooooomfortable-ohmoon-down there. A-and I shall-ngh!-continue my quest for 100 victories!” Luna’s declaration was only met with a light slap on her rump by Spike, the jiggle of it more felt than seen by the dragon as Luna gave a low groan. His own arousal guided him to worship every inch of her, hands kneading and pressing her butt cheeks together to squeeze them only to part them to massage and rub as much as he could grab. Even with his larger size, her butt was a fair contender to compete with. The smell of her lust wafted to him as he worked his tongue in and out, the wet sounds like music to him as much as her moans.
Luna panted above him and rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself against his muzzle while still continuing to try and beat the standard campaign. Spike knew that she could handle it with one hand behind her back, but with him working at her nethers, both hands would be needed just to keep herself steady. Her controller’s joystick would occasionally click over her moans, which Spike took as a challenge to his own ability. Corkscrewing his tongue inside her, he wiggled it back and forth rapidly, making Luna gasp out.
“N-not fair! Y-you’re interrupting my combos!” She cried out. “Ohfuckkeepinterruptingmycombos!”
Spike drank of her essence greedily, her juices trickling and occasionally splashing down onto his tongue and over his cheeks when she got a little too bouncy to contain herself. Not that he complained; he loved the feeling of her pressed so intimately to him. Were he not someone who did still need to breathe occasionally, he’d squeeze and pull her down to fully bury his head beneath her ass. Still, he continued to eat her out, lavishing the roof of her pussy with plenty of loving strokes before suddenly darting far into her depths, the effect making her groan lowly.
“Spike, thou art spoiling my marehood…I-I cannot…oh! Ohhhh! Oh, fuck!” She was button mashing now on the controller, he could just barely make it out over the sound of her noises. He knew he had his victory when the controller’s noises stopped after a muffled “win!” dialogue came from the game screen. And so to reward his marefriend for her win, he withdrew his tongue and lovingly caressed her clit, the swollen nub begging for attention after so much foreplay. Enveloping it with his tongue, Spike suckled on it and felt Luna’s weight on his head increase before she bucked wildly.
“Cumming! I’m cumming!” She told him before moaning wordlessly, gasps filling the chamber as she squirted onto his muzzle and down his chin and even onto his chest. He basked in it, taking a lewd delight in bringing her such an intense orgasm. His tongue let go of her sensitive button to lap at her folds, cleaning her as much as stimulating her further and making her whole body tremble. When she did finally relent and get off of him, Spike’s face tingled as he sat up, looking over at the flushed countenance of his lover.
“Thou…thou will one day replace my throne chair. I swear it.” She breathed out as she smiled at him. Her hair was a little wild about her face, but he could see the delight in her eyes.
“And that’s just round one, my lady.” Spike retorted, leaning over and borrowing a quick bunch of her bedsheets to wipe his face off. “What shall we do for round two?”
“Perhaps a race this time? Something that might require more than pure dexterity?” She suggested. She refrained from putting her short-shorts back on, clearly content in being half-naked beside him. He selected the next game to load up, but noticed Luna’s distraction as she looked at his lap. He only then realized that the throbbing feeling wasn’t just his heartbeat, but his erection poking against the material of his own shorts. He smirked as she glanced up at him, and swallowed.
“Of course, one might prefer stick over automatic controls…”
“Let’s compromise.” He replied, making Luna squeak as he grabbed her with one arm around the middle and pulled her into his lap. The convenience of him being bigger suited them both, and he couldn’t deny the enjoyment of feeling her plush rump press against his erection. He let his arms rest around her middle to hold his controller, while Luna elevated hers to keep out of his way. “The terms on this one, dearest?”
“P-perhaps…” she wiggled a little, and Spike found her movements shifted his own arousal to the perfect position to grind against the valley of her rump, “You could set the terms?”
“How’s about if you win, you get to be on top the rest of the day. But if I win…” One of his hands came around to grope her chest through her hoodie, making her gasp lightly, “you spend the rest of today naked?”
“A-a fair wager. I accept.” She told him. Spike only smiled and rested his head atop hers, enjoying the warmth of her body against himself as the race course loaded. She gently nuzzled against him, but the tenderness was also playful as she rubbed herself against his erection. Eating her out so vigorously had already worked him up a fair deal, leaving him antsy for more. But he held back to keep their little contest going between them, ironically having his own vehicle placed beside hers at the starting point.
3! Luna wiggled, making him groan.
2! “Must you be so tempting?” He told her.
1! Luna just smirked.
“Life is all temptations, dearest Spike. It’s just a matter of reaching out to grab them.”
GO!
The race began, and Spike’s vehicle took an early lead over Luna’s, making her give a huff and focus more on the game than the dragon cock poking against her butt. It was easy enough for her to focus ahead, but Spike found it much more challenging. He was finding it far more appealing in his dragon instincts to simply take ahold of either side of her moons, let her win the race, and just stroke himself with her rear to get off and take the edge off. And his logical side agreed that some of that idea was actually good. But he still held off, giving her a fair competition despite how much she’d wiggle and bounce and tease his throbbing mass.
“Win!”
“Oh! You somehow always land that final turn so fast! You must tell me the secret someday.” Luna huffed as Spike chuckled.
“A dragon can’t give away all of his secrets. And screen-sniping is rude, my dearest.”
Luna pouted, but then blushed as she felt Spike nuzzle her ear. “The hoodie. Off, please.” He whispered, his tone a low growl that made her shiver before she sat up to obey. Spike took the chance to also slide off his own shorts, his t-shirt the last piece of clothing on him left while his erection throbbed up and slapped against his middle. Long, thick, and lined with bumps on either side of his length, the swollen tip stuck out easily against her dark blue coat when she sat in his lap again. She said nothing as she wiggled around him again, but he was sure she could feel him throbbing.
“N-next race?” She asked, trying to pretend he wasn’t poking against her tail dock with his tip while the rest was engulfed in her ass’ valley.
“Next race.” He agreed, giving a light bump of his hips up into her and making her giggle.
Now without the barrier of clothing between them, Spike had trouble holding back his groans as he enjoyed the sensation of her rump stroking and squeezing his member between her cheeks. The next race was already going, but now Spike’s attention was waning less and less on video games, and more and more on the wide-rumped mare in his lap. Luna’s car got closer and closer to his, and the more excited she got, the more she’d bounce and move in his lap. It was beginning to become too much to bear, especially so as the final lap drew close.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Luna chanted, bouncing up and down in his lap now as she leaned forward also, nearly falling forward off of him and the bed. This did, of course, have the effect of making her rump bounce off his lap, the enticing jiggle and feeling of his dick being stroked by her ass now entirely captivating the dragon. He forgot entirely of where his car was and just watched as his purple cock would be enveloped in blue mare ass, Luna’s moons wobbling around him before clapping against his groin and his tip would peek out to poke at her tail before she rose up again. Again and again. He had been leaking pre-cum earlier and now felt ready to fire.
“Luna, I-”
“What’s the matter, trying to distract me from victory? I think not!” Luna declared. She either didn’t know it, or was playing dumb to mess with him. The sound of her rump bouncing off his lap was audible in his ears, and he took a second to look at the screen, Luna passing his car and shooting straight for the finish line.
That made his decision.
“Haha! I’m the victor-eep!” Luna squealed as Spike took hold of her rump on both sides, and started humping in earnest into the valley of her ass to get himself off. He growled, huffing and needed only a couple moments of the moon princess still bouncing on him to finally hit his peak. With a deep groan, he held her in place while his orgasm rocketed through him, hot streaks of seed shooting out from his pointed tip to splash upon Luna’s backside. The alicorn’s head shot up in surprise but she didn’t pull away as more gushed out, splattering her lower back and coating her impressive butt with plenty of streaks of cum.
Spike stopped only when he felt his orgasm taper off, but his erection persisted despite it. Video games were now the furthest thing from his mind entirely as Luna looked over her shoulder at him. She seemed a little bashful, despite being entirely to blame for his lustful state.
“I-It would seem…I’m the victor?” She offered quietly.
“Mmm. I have a better idea.” Spike growled, making Luna’s eyes widen before she yelped as the larger dragon brought them both back onto the bed, Spike’s back against the sheets while Luna had her back to his chest.
“S-Spike? What has-oh!” She started to say before feeling his hands reach for her thighs, hoisting her up enough to let his hard cock slap against her soaked nethers. Humping idly while he adjusted his pose, Spike’s grip remained firm as he brought his arms up and around to keep her pinned against him, aligning his tip to point directly at her waiting pussy. “B-but the game-”
“New game. Ride the Dragon.” Spike grunted out before thrusting up towards her nethers. The first stroke missed, grinding his shaft along her lips and making her moan atop him. But the dragon only growled into her mane and tried again, this time finding his mark as he penetrated her and started sliding deeper into her, her marehood welcoming him with a tight embrace that had them both moaning together. For Spike, it was the bliss of a velvety soft and wet marehood squeezing his dick. For Luna, it was the satisfying stretch of her pussy by Spike’s dick filling her up.
Needless to say, games were quickly tossed aside like the forgotten controllers both of them had been using.
“Spike! Spike!” Luna chanted his name as he started bucking his hips up into her, burying his shaft further and deeper into her nethers. He couldn’t ignore his instincts anymore, the demand to claim her and make her his too strong for anything else. The alicorn’s body welcomed his advances, the position letting his dick hit spots inside of her even she didn’t know existed. It was almost intimidating how stuck she was in her position. She couldn’t focus her magic, she could barely think.
She was so wet, she was sure the sheets were ruined beneath them.
All the while, Spike’s hard body worked to give the alicorn every ounce of lust he had inside himself. He was rough, but controlled enough to not hurt her. In fact, she welcomed all he had to give, the dragon’s balls slapping against her skin as he would hilt upwards into her, only pulling back a couple inches to resume his rough lovemaking. Her moans filled the room, her cries reaching out only to her starry banister above as he fucked her good and proper.
His enjoyment was further enhanced by just savoring the feeling of her body so intimately close to him. He always yearned for her, the way her body seemed to go so well with his heated form. Dragons always ran hot, but Luna always helped him keep his cool. Even now, in the heat of lust, he still focused enough to hear every whimper, every moan of his name, to feel the way she clenched around him and gasp for air. It made him want her all the more. The feeling of her mane against his face was a teasing feeling, but it was another reminder of her. And he loved her dearly.
His pace eased just a little, and Luna felt him move his arms up so his hands could cup her breasts, squeezing the mounds tenderly as he rocked her with deep thrusts. She craned her neck back, and his muzzle met hers as they kissed deeply, intimately, the silent way only lovers ever could do. She was entirely his, and he entirely hers. The rest of the world melted away, and that moment remained with them to last as long as they could.
Luna’s body clenched around him, and she groaned as another climax squirted around his dick as she tried to milk him for his cum. But he didn’t relent, not easing even once as he fucked her through her climax. The alicorn held onto him with her fumbling fingers, the pleasant soreness in her groin covered over by the ecstasy of sexual bliss. Spike relished working her up and making her be so needy, and could imagine she might be seeing her own stars flying over her vision at this rate.
He could’ve tried to go for longer, but wanted to give in just as bad. She was ramping herself up towards another climax, he realized idly, feeling the motions of her arm and her hand towards her groin. He could guess she was reaching for her clitoris, and decided to help her along by foregoing rhythm to jackhammer to his own climax. Luna’s whole body shook atop his, but she never told him to stop.
“Yes! Yes! We are cumming again! Please, Spike, ohohhhhh!”
Hearing her call his name tipped him over the edge, and he nipped her shoulder with his maw as he came inside her. She froze up atop him, but submitted entirely to his hold and simply let her orgasm wash over herself as much as his was filling her. He always had plenty to give, being particularly fertile for a dragon. His cum filled her full, and she even wiggled atop him as he kept pumping her full to the point she was overflowing, before giving up and accepting her cum-stuffed fate.
They remained laid there together like that, basking in the afterglow of their sex, and it was Spike who spoke up first.
“So…feeling any stress now, my lady?”
Luna gave a light laugh, the kind a woman gives when she finds herself above the entire world below. At least, metaphorically speaking.
“None. I…I love you, Spike.” she breathed out as she laid there. He was content to stay there too, and enjoyed lying there with her.
“...can I take you with me to Griffonstone next week?”
“Maybe I can arrange that.”
