Chapter Ten

Everything’s Going (Down)hill

In Ponyville, six friends were gathered at the Ponyville library. They had been doing this every day ever since they had seen Spike off with Princess Celestia. The possibility of the world ending tends to put a damper on festivities, and even though the rest of Equestria knew nothing of what might happen, these six had managed to keep their composure so far. It had been tough, of that they were sure: not even Applejack’s family knew, and keeping it from them was harder for her than the others, what being the Element of Honesty and all.

“Girls, I know we have no idea of what is going on out there with Celestia and Spike,” Twilight began, looking at her circle of friends. “They are likely off doing something extremely dangerous and important to save the world. I trust they can save it: I believe without a doubt they can. But I’ve been doing some observations of the sun with my filtered telescope, and the calculations I’ve deduced are not exactly... good.”

“Whaddaya mean, Twilight?” Applejack asked, fiddling with her braided mane. She usually did whenever they gathered for these meetings, if only because she was itching to get something done: she was always busy or trying to be busy, that Applejack.
“Well, based on a spike in sunspot emergence, an increase in certain solar wind activity and several other influential factors, I believe Celestia’s calculations may have been a bit off as to the occurrence of the “event” she told us about. You know how she said there were several weeks left before the possibility of the end?”

“Yes?” Rarity said slowly, unsure of what her friend meant. “I believe she said three, to be exact, and they haven’t been gone for more than a week. Why? What do these signs indicate?”

“Well, these signs... they all point to this happening much sooner than anticipated.” Twilight sounded rather down; understandable, given the circumstances.

“How much sooner?” Fluttershy asked. Her animal friends had seemed on edge, even though she hadn’t told any of them about the event. Perhaps they could tell something was wrong, as the sun-induced weather in the Everfree Forest had been rather odd lately. Even the clouds around Ponyville had been a tad troublesome recently, something Rainbow Dash had been very glad to share with everypony else, though she did not tell anypony else outside of the Elements of Harmony exactly why.

“Within days, not weeks,” the purple unicorn said. “In fact, I would say within the next three days, to be precise. It could happen within ten hours for all we know; I think of any observations that would give me a clearer answer.”

“I hope Celestia and Spike know about this,” Rarity said softly. “Who knows what they could be doing right now?” Terrible and awe-inspiring images raced through the minds of the mares: a prehistoric crater, a thick jungle, a terribly vast mountain range, and perhaps even ancient monuments in the middle of an unforgiving desert.

“I’d send them a letter if I could, but Celestia wasn’t able to teach me the magic for sending Spike a letter as she does,” the purple mare said softly. “I doubt they’d have time to send us anything anyway. They’re probably in terrible danger as it is, or else in the middle of something incredibly important.”

Meanwhile, on the island...

“Spike, how did... you get... so good... at this?” Celestia asked between moans as the dragon kneaded one breast with one hand and her tired neck with the other, her toned rump resting against his abdomen. Her soft wings pressed against his chest, and his long shaft protruded out from underneath her, which she was gently stroking with one hand. The other was cupping and teasing the soft scales on his balls, which had slightly shrunken from all of the times he had thus ejaculated under her stimulation.

“Well, the massaging part... that was from helping the spa twins... on busy days, and when I needed... the money,” Spike replied between pants of his own, Celestia’s soft fingers making heat pool in his belly. “You’d be surprised... how many mares... need a good neck massage... after a long day at work.”

“Any of... your friends... receive one?” the alicorn asked, her loins burning to be filled with Spike’s fingers as they had been not too long ago. How long had they been exploring each other’s bodies like this: two hours? Three? Time passed by rather quickly when you were having this much fun, and for Celestia, even in the midst of the impending solar-related crisis, was having a blast. She had been wrong to not seek out a sexual partner in all her time as one of Equestria’s princesses. To think, she had been missing out on things like this for all these years...

“No... though I did... give Fluttershy... a hoofrub... after she fell sick helping those... squirrels in a rainstorm,” Spike said, snapping her out of her personal thoughts. “She really liked it, since... she fell asleep... soon after I finished.”

“Hmm, sounds like... a good way to... help a friend,” Celestia said, moaning softly as Spike’s kneading hand circled and lightly pinched her puffy nipple. “Spike?”

“Yes?” the dragon asked as his massaging hand pressed his thumb firmly but gently into the princess’s lower back, sending wave after wave of soothing relief to her lower back muscles. Having gone this long without a supporting dress to “carry her load”, Celestia was surely feeling a bit of strain holding up her large breasts. After all, the body can only adapt to a form for so long before it begins to “trim away the excess” so to speak, and as such, her lower back muscles were not as developed as they would be had she been naked for months on end.

The thought of Celestia almost permanently naked made Spike’s cock twitch slightly harder in her hand.

“Do you... do you think we should... get to that alcove I told you about?” the princess asked. “The rain stopped a while ago, and... surely it wouldn’t take us long to get there.”

“Aw, do we... have to?” Spike asked, her grip ever-so-slightly tightening on him showing she meant business. "Okay, okay, I give."

“I’d think it best,” she said, letting go altogether and pushing herself up onto her hooves and out of his lap. “Come now, we can continue this later.”

Spike’s engorged dick agreed with her sentiments. “Okay, I guess so,” he said, standing up himself. “Though when we get there, we’d better get something to eat; all of this “experimenting” has made me hungry,” he added, giving her luscious rump a light slap. The bracelet his friends had given him was the only thing he wore, and it jingled slightly as he walked.

“Indeed,” the princess said with a giggle as she watched the dragon pack up their food. If her calculations about the alcove were correct, then they would find more than enough food and water to sustain them until well after the end of their mission. After all, it was a retreat within a retreat: a sanctuary on this sanctuary of an island, if you will, and it was plainly bountiful from the air as they had passed overhead only a few days ago.

So the pair of them walked, their bodies gradually winding down from the heightened states of awareness brought on by their mutual arousals. However, for Celestia, a thought had entered her mind that she wasn’t sure she felt comfortable sharing with her soon-to-be lover. Now, she knew that no more secrets would be between them, and eventually she’d tell Spike about alicorn history, or at least the gist of it, but their upcoming union would provide them with a problem she sincerely did not know how to cope with.

Pregnancy; there was the chance, after all, that after all was said and done, she could wind up pregnant. Having sex during her cycle didn’t necessarily mean she’d get pregnant, as many ponies throughout both history and Equestria could have sex during their heat and not conceive. She, however, was a different case altogether; she was an alicorn, a creature of the stars with magic and might so unlike those of the natural creatures of the Earth. Normally, this coupled with the fact that her parents would eventually want grandfoals meant she’d have to have her own foals someday, and to be honest, she did want them. She wanted to be a mother, even if it meant more complications in her life, and with those complications could arise several problems within Equestria she had been managing to put off for many years; mainly succession and hereditary titles and such. But... when she was younger, she’d envisioned her partner being an alicorn stallion, as her father had been for her mother and so on and so forth. She had never expected circumstances would lead to her potential partner being a dragon of all things.

She’d never expected to be falling head over hooves for him either.

“Is this love?” she whispered to herself as they walked on, their steps clambering slowly but methodically over the steeper incline of the rocky slopes. The grasses were behind them, and all that met their paces was gravel and the occasional bit of moss. “Is this what I feel when I’m around him?”

Celestia had known many ponies over centuries, some better than others, and she had liked so many of them in so many different ways. Yet... with Spike, she couldn’t help but notice how she felt was... off when compared to the others. When he was around her, her heart beat a little quicker, her breath was a bit short when he touched her, and when they slept side by side, she knew a peace she had never known alone in her Canterlot bed. He was intoxicating to her now, and as much as she wanted it to be true, if only for the sake of not wanting either of them to be hurt, she knew it wasn’t her heat talking. She innately knew that her attraction to this absolutely fine and virile specimen of a dragon (and male, at that) was deeper than just physical need and want, which actually were two different things. No, she also desired Spike in ways that weren’t sexual in the slightest; she wanted to be close to him, to both protect and be protected by him. She wanted to know his darkest secrets, and him hers; she wanted to teach him the ways of alicorns and royalty, and in turn be taught by him in the ways of common folk and dragons.

Yes, there was no doubt about it; Celestia was falling in love with Spike. Hard.

But with that love came a risk of hurt, something she didn’t ever want to happen. Even if they fell madly in love and made it out of all of this unscathed and unburdened with a pregnancy, their relationship would never be the same. It never could be the same; after all, how could anypony go back to a similarly previous relationship after having sex and sharing their deepest secrets with one another? A relationship of subject and ruler, where the lines between social classes and societal roles was not only stark but subtly enforced by the country: how could any go back to that?

The stress of it all would likely tear them apart, and Celestia didn’t want to hurt Spike. She knew if he was hurt enough by what would happen after all of this, he’d become something unlike what he was. He’d no longer be the cheerful, brave, kind and gentle soul he was; he’d become aggressive, sullen, cold and distant. He would become a stranger to both his friends and to Celestia herself, and that horrified the princess. She would lose the one she had come to care for, to... love, and if that happened... surely she would fall into a despair that would make Luna’s transformation seem like a childish tantrum. He would still be there in body, but in mind and spirit... he would be dead to her, and she would likely follow suit.

“The dangers of love,” she muttered softly as they continued on. Her parents had warned her all those years ago about the follies of preconceived notions of love. She had always thought it to be something beautiful and mysterious, unending and irreplaceable. But she had learned over the centuries through countless observations that love always came with a price and its own hardships. The question was, was she willing to let Spike in and help her weather the storm of such a love? Was she willing to share in the load that society, of both the Earth and the celestial, would thrust upon them?

Perhaps more importantly, if she did wind up pregnant, what would their offspring look like? Equal parts dragon and alicorn, or an odd combination of the two; would it be a filly or a colt? How would they raise it? Who would be the godparents, and who would help oversee a wedding if they did indeed become married, regardless of whether it was before or after a birth? Such questions thankfully replaced some of the more dour ones in her head, but one little nagging thought kept emerging in the alicorn’s head.
If she did indeed become pregnant, certain steps would have to be taken to not only ensure the survival of her child, but that of Spike was well. Granted, most ponies wouldn’t give a flying hoof about if Celestia had a foal with a dragon, and it was extremely hard to kill dragons anyway, but there were always those “purists” out there who insisted pegasi breed pegasi, unicorns make unicorns, and earth ponies stick with earth ponies. The only thing was, what would they have to say about alicorns?

“Well, whatever they do say, it’ll likely be of no concern once mom and dad come for a visit,” Celestia muttered to herself. If they nigh-worshipped herself and Luna, Celestia could only imagine the awe and worshipping nature that would sweep the country should her own parents show up. The thought of seeing her parents did fill the princess with a joyful feeling; even for an alicorn whose lifespan was measured in millennia, time away from loved ones could still be viewed as an unhappy circumstance. She had not seen her parents since her first heat, when she left Earth behind to ask them about it, and Luna had not seen them since they had come to Equestria in the first place. Of course, Celestia had been quick to tell her parents of Luna’s fall and eventual redemption, something they had both not expected but did not interfere with. Interfering with the rule of their daughters was strictly prohibited by the council, for how else would Celestia and Luna learn and grow in wisdom and understanding if somepony held their hands the whole way through their rule?

Happy thoughts aside, Celestia knew her parents would want to see their grandfoal within a few weeks of the birth, and would likely like to visit every few months or years, depending on how busy their schedules were. Luckily for Celestia, marriages in alicorn society were more of a symbolic statement that one or both partners were “off the market”, so to speak, and not a social stigma delegating the end of one’s single life. Still, it was generally frowned upon if one was especially promiscuous and never took responsibility for their resulting offspring, regardless of their own gender. Her parents were no exception, and while she wouldn’t have to marry Spike right away, they would not be too happy if he never popped the question. Her parents were still a traditionalist pair, where the stallion would propose: only thing was, if Spike did indeed do that, what would he present as a gift?

But along the lines of actually having a foal, it wouldn’t exactly be a precedent. Alicorns and dragons had occasionally had offspring together in the many years they had known one another, and dragons had literally bred with everything living on Earth at least once, but... those dragons that had bred with alicorns had been ascended to their celestial forms, as had the alicorns, and as such the hybrid had not been much more powerful at old age than at birth. Spike was not ascended, and as such any offspring they had would need to go through the ascension process, since they would only inherit Celestia’s half-ascended side. She didn’t have to be in her ascended form to pass it on, but Spike’s un-ascended-ness could pose a problem if the foal did indeed ascend, since he too would have to in order to make the ritual complete.

But enough of ascension and foals and visiting alicorn parents: Celestia had one more little thing to focus on, and that was what all this would do to a certain group of ponies. The only other real problem she saw was how Spike’s friends would react to the news he had not only had hot steamy sex with Celestia of all ponies, just to save the world, but had also begotten her with a foal (if he did) in the meantime. Now there was something she’d likely never predict accurately: of all of them, Twilight’s reaction would likely be the loudest. Her faithful student had always had a knack for raising an uproar, if even by herself, over things others might not feel so strongly about.

Little did the alicorn know, Spike was having thoughts that eerily mirrored her own.

“It won’t be long now,” Spike said softly as they worked their way up a winding, almost staircase-like path up the volcano. “Her heat’s coming early; what if I’m not ready?”

Truth be told, Spike was still rather terrified of the idea of having actual “penis inserts into vagina” sex with Celestia. He had to admit he must have so far been doing a remarkably good job of sexually pleasing her, but the prospect of him actually “sealing the deal” had him worried. Sure, his stamina problem was beginning to sort itself out (what with all these bouts of sexy-time), but he still knew him “finishing” early could be disastrous for the both of them.

For instance, say her heat did fire up a bit early into the session and her more aggressive side would refuse that he was done so quickly. The love-making would likely turn into something more resembling rape, and Spike didn’t like rape. Rape is bad; very bad. He wanted Celestia to be the one he was making love to, not some hormonally crazy, all-powerful alicorn whose heat could destroy all life on Earth. He also didn’t want to contemplate I in the throes of her heat she would change into something far more resembling what he guessed would have been her celestial form; he’d likely not be up to the task then. So, if he did finish early, and she did fall into that state or worse, there was only one thing he could do.

Keep on plowing into her like he hadn’t stopped. Yes, that was the best plan he could think of; should Celestia go heat-crazy, and possibly “ascend” or something, he would have to keep on going until she was satiated, or he collapsed from lack of energy. Either way, he’d likely have a heart attack from such a strenuous task, and even if he didn’t, he’d be so sore he likely couldn’t have sex for a long while.

So, to save the world and himself from a potentially hormonally-crazed goddess-like mare, he’d have to lose all inhibitions and fuck her like a beast.

Well, when he put it that way...

“Spike?” Celestia called out, temporarily snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” he said as he looked back. He hadn’t realized he had climbed up onto a stone slab jutting out from the alcove. He was even more surprised they had even reached there so soon.

“Could you help me up?” the princess asked, extending a hand upwards. “I’ll flap my wings a bit, if that helps.”

“Sure, yeah, here,” the dragon said, leaning down and grabbing onto her offered hand. With a slow but steady heave he pulled her up, her large flapping wings most definitely helping. However, Spike overcorrected for her weight, and soon the two tumbled on top of one another on top of the slab.

“Spike, I must say you don’t know your own strength,” the mare said with a giggle as she rose to her hooves. She was just so cheery after their sexual games; it made her feel all tingly inside.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad to see your wings work again,” the dragon said as he stood up as well. “Though, I gotta ask, how are we going to get off the island when all is said and done?”

“Well, originally we were going to take my carriage back, but you’re right to wonder that,” Celestia said as they continued on. “Nopony knows where this island is and could get lost looking for it, I definitely can’t carry you back while flying, and I most certainly won’t have you become some giant dragon and swim us back.”

“Why not? That last one sounds reasonable,” Spike said.

“For starters, Spike, if you indeed become a giant dragon, I have no doubt it will be so great a struggle for you to try and control it, you wouldn’t be able to focus on swimming and would likely sink or revert to your normal size,” the princess said. “If anything, we’ll have to construct a boat of some kind, perhaps a simple sailboat. My magic is nearly at full power, but the distance to transport us magically is far too great, in case you were wondering.”

“So a sailboat it is,” the dragon said as they passed some patches of grass. They must have been nearing the alcove, as the rocks had given way to soft silt and dirt. “Do you know how to work one?”

His thoughts resumed, and strangely they were not still focused on the possible problems of their future relationship, but on the positive aspects. As he had figured out before, by the time the rumor mill had run its course, he would be one of the most sought-after creatures in all of Equestria, especially by mares. Who wouldn’t want to go to bed with the only creature to ever pleasure Princess Celestia? Sure, he had thought of this before and realized he was a tad selfish for thinking this way, but he now realized it did open up a door for him he hadn’t thought of. If he were to move in with Celestia and indeed live with her, he’d be moving out of the library and be leaving Twilight. While that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, what with him living in the palace of all places, it would definitely change not only his relationship with Twilight, but indeed with all of the Elements of Harmony. Maybe he could get Celestia to purchase him a small villa or something on the outskirts of Ponyville, heading up to the mountains? He always liked that part of town; maybe his inner dragon just liked the geology.

“I would be able to enchant it to sail itself, so yes,” the alicorn replied, her melodious voice snapping the dragon out of that line of thought for good. “However, there is still the issue of... us.”

“Us? Us how?” Spike asked. Maybe asking for a villa would be too much? What about a nice cottage, or a refurbished cave fit enough for anypony to live in or visit? He’d read all about early pony settlers making quite nice homes built into hillsides, so why not something similar with a cave? Maybe in Canterlot he could even fix up those vast caves underneath the palace where Chrysalis had imprisoned Twilight and Cadence. He’d need lots of help, though...

“Well, we’re... not fit for civilization, you see,” the princess said with a slight blush. After all their time together completely naked, you’d think she was over it. But no; there was still that thrill of such a taboo as being naked with Spike and arriving on Equestria’s shores as such. Perhaps ponies wouldn’t react so badly if they came ashore in something a bit more... decent. “I’ll be sure to make us some clothes as well with my magic. As it stands, other than my crown and your bracelet, we are completely unclothed.”

“Yeah, I guess I see your point,” the dragon said, rubbing the back of his neck in a slightly awkward manner. “I don’t think too many ponies would make a fuss about you being naked, but me? I’d never hear the end of it from Twilight; forever embarrassing her and her family, since they taught me better manners than that. The same goes if we were seen together naked; do you think ponies could guess what we were up to out here?”

“Likely, as Equestria is not overly populated by dimwits,” Celestia said. “Plenty would be able to connect the dots, but that does not concern me, Spike.”

“It doesn’t?” the dragon asked. Sure, the upper class would gossip about it for a while, but if it were common knowledge, then who knew just what the rest of the country would think? Better yet, just what would his friends think?

“No, Spike,” the princess replied as they strolled past some small shrubs and trees. They must have been nearly there, as they could hear the falling of water not too far off. “No, Spike, I am less worried about what society will do and more about how your friends will react to all of this.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that too,” Spike said. “I mean, I know Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy probably wouldn’t be too bothered, and Rainbow Dash might even joke about it or tell me “attaboy” or something. Applejack might not be too happy I wasn’t honest with them about it all, and Rarity... she’d either see me as a way into Canterlot’s innermost circle, or not react at all. But Twilight...”

“You’re afraid of what she might say?” the alicorn asked, finishing the dragon's sentence for him. After all this time together, even for only a few days, it was becoming evident that they were sharing a bond far stronger than they might have first guessed.

“More along the lines of what she might do,” the dragon replied. “I mean, we’re close, but lately I’ve felt she’s less like family and more like a really good friend. I mean, come on, I was never raised by her after I was hatched: her parents did that, and my name is Spike! Spike! It’s a name more suited for that of a pet than a brother, right?”

“I cannot praise Twilight’s ability to give a name in her younger years, and though the name suits you, Spike, I can see your point. Twilight views you as a close friend as well, and to keep this secret from her would indeed likely hurt that relationship very much,” Celestia said. “The sad thing is, she likely wouldn’t be angry at me for keeping it from her, as she is my student and is far more willing to let my faults and failures slide than she is yours or hers. I’m afraid most of the kingdom is like that, anyway; only you, Cadence and Luna know the real truth.”

“Hey, come on, everypony has faults, and yours are no different than any other pony’s,” Spike said, trying to soothe the princess as they came upon the alcove. All around them fruits of all kinds hung from the trees, and a small babbling brook of clean water wound through the grasses, boulders and shrubs. The ground was covered with moss and tiny mushrooms, but they were not slippery, perhaps due to all of the other foliage soaking up the excess moisture in the air. Sunlight shone in most of it, and yet there were plenty of enclosed spaces to take shelter from rain and wind. If Spike could have built a small cottage anywhere in the world and still been able to visit Ponyville as often as he liked, then here is where he would have wanted it.

“But no other pony’s faults can destroy the world like mine can,” the princess said softly as they came to a well-concealed spot within the alcove. “I was tasked by my parents to help the ponies of this country, and by example, the world, lead better lives and live in harmony. What sort of hypocrite am I to just... fall victim to a biological function after stressing the need for heat control and parental testing? How could I look my subjects in their eyes knowing that, should this succeed, I almost ended them all?”

“Hey, come on now, don’t say things like that, you’re just feeling bad for something you made a mistake about,” the dragon said, gently turning her to face him. “You just... just... oh my.”

Celestia knew that look in Spike’s eyes: surprise and a hint of fear. She had seen that same look before, and not too long ago at that. “What is it?” she asked quickly.

“Your eyes... they’re pink again,” Spike said, unintentionally taking a small step back. “Are you... feeling okay?”

“I don’t know... maybe?” the alicorn responded, her lower body tingling strangely. “Just... we’ll just wait for it to pass while we eat, all right?” She didn’t feel angry or horny or anything else, really; the feeling in her lower body was more... excited than anything else, and for the life of her, she had no idea why.

“And if it doesn’t?” the dragon asked, arching an eyebrow as he slowly lowered their food bag to the soft grass below. Maybe if he didn’t make any sudden movements, she wouldn’t lunge for his junk. There was no telling what a heat-crazed Celestia would do, since he was the only male within who-knew-how-many hundreds of miles.

“Then I guess we’ll have to find a way to make it stop,” the princess said softly, settling herself down next to her soon-to-be lover. “Could you pass the sugar cane? I never knew sex like this could be such an exhausting endeavor.”

“Yeah, well, if anything it’s only going to get more strenuous for the both of us,” Spike said as he bit into a mango. “Tell me, Celestia, what happens between us after all of this?”

“All of what?” the princess asked, not sure as to which exact subject the dragon was talking about.

“You know, after the whole “save the world through sex” thing,” the dragon said after he swallowed. “What happens after that? Assuming we’ve already left the island and made it back in one piece.”

The alicorn was silent for a few moments as she softly chewed a few berries. “Well,” she began, striking a thoughtful pose. “I do believe we would have to inform Luna of what transpired, if only for the sake of sating her curiosity. I would likely do most of the talking, though, since she’s never been rutted either during a heat phase, or at all, really, so naturally she’d be curious as to the experience.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be in the room when you talk about it,” Spike said, managing to hide a small blush that was forming. “You know, sisterly conversation and all that; I’d be out of place.”

“I suppose you are right, Spike, but after my sister and niece-,”

“Wait, you’d want to tell Cadence too?” the dragon asked, arching an eyebrow in surprise. Cadence wasn’t notorious or anything for sharing gossip, but the same could not be said for her husband, Shining Armor. He had gossiped more at the academy with his bunkmates than any other recruit, or so Spike had heard from Twilight.

“Yes, of course: I see no reason not to,” Celestia replied. “She is my niece, after all, and would need to be brought up on the political developments our “liaison” would most assuredly cause. Politics would be an important factor in any future decision we would make together, Spike.”

“I... guess. I mean, I understand Luna, but Cadence? Would you go to the Crystal Empire to do that?” Spike asked.

“Likely not,” was the reply. “Now, after Luna and Cadence, there would be the issue of my parents be inf-,”

“What?! Your parents?” Spike asked, his voice raising in pitch just a little bit more than he would have liked. “You’d have to tell them that soon?”

“Well, no, not exactly,” the princess said with a rather amused grin. “They would come for a visit, most likely, though when they would arrive would be entirely up to how busy their schedule would be.”

The thought of meeting Celestia’s parents made Spike suddenly doubt he could do this. Even if it did save the world, how could he prepare himself to meet the parents of his lover, a pair of alicorns who must have been many thousands of years old and sat on some high council of their kind? The word intimidated likely wouldn’t do justice to Spike’s behavior in their presence; he’d be lucky if he didn’t grovel like an idiot or just faint dead away.

“Spike?” a voice said, causing the dragon to snap out of his thoughts. “Spike, are you okay? You... seemed out of it for a bit there,” the princess said as she bit into another piece of sugar cane.

“Oh, I uh, I was just... thinking,” he said in reply. “So... after talking to Luna, Cadence and your-,” he shuddered slightly “-parents, who would we tell next, if at all? My friends?”

“I was thinking so, but I wanted your opinion on the matter,” Celestia said. “Your friends are like family to you, or at least, most of them are. Tell me, are you afraid of how they might react should we both tell them the news?”

“Well, you see, I’m not worried how they’d react if we told them, since you’re the princess and they would “understand” that this needed to happen. But if you weren’t there, they’d likely bombard me with questions I’d rather not answer, or even worse, treat me differently for doing this,” the dragon said. “I mean, they’re my friends, but how would they react knowing I had sex with you, of all ponies, in order to save the world? Surely you can imagine the fallout that could hang around me like some cloud whenever I was with them? That’s not even factoring in the rumor mill that could somehow come of this, and then... poof: my life would never be the same.”

“Neither of our lives will be the same after this, Spike,” Celestia said, a peculiar itch emanating from her lower body. All this talk of them having sex was working her up, but not in a horny way; more in a... “problem that needed relieving” way. “Your life will change more than my own, but I would have to help “show you the ropes”, as they say, for you to make the best of it. There’s no telling how your friends or my family will react to this, so for the time being, let’s not think too much on the future, all right?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Spike said, swallowing a couple of cherries. They sat in silence for a while longer, until Spike noticed something... odd with the princess. More specifically, she seemed to be subtly grinding her hips against the ground, and she didn’t even seem to realize it. “Celestia?”

“Yes, Spike?” the princess asked, and now Spike could see it. Her pink eyes were there, but the flushing of her cheeks, the slight pant when she spoke, the subtle grinding: she was becoming very horny, and it seemed just eating and talking hadn’t done anything to calm her “wild” side.

“Are you feeling all right?” the dragon asked.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, I do feel a bit... funny,” she said, and with a giggle rolled onto her back, her wings fanning out to the side like massive sails on a ship. Her legs spread slightly, exposing her core, complete with a droplets leaking from the lower edges. “Do you think you could... help me out? As a favor between friends?” Well, technically they were lovers, but to be considered a friend of Celestia’s was not something everypony could lay claim to.

Anyway, who in their right mind could resist a request like that? Especially with that pouting face she was making as she gently arched her back, her breasts bobbing slightly on her chest: Spike’s heart rate possibly doubled right then and there. Still, he forced himself to at least try and remain calm; no sense in going overboard with this. She just needed some help “down there” was all, right? Nothing too difficult for Spike!

Crawling over slightly, Spike propped himself up on his knees so that he could rest his elbows on the princess’s own knees, should he grow tired. So, spreading the creamy white legs a bit farther apart, the dragon got to work, starting off with a slow massage up and down the interior of the alicorn’s thighs.

“Hmm, that feels good,” Celestia crooned, some of her syllables blurring together as the rest were drawn out in a long moan. Her hands came up and gently cupped her own breasts, if only to stop them from jiggling with every breath.

“I bet,” Spike said, his fingers pressing gently into the white pelt. “Have you ever had massages before like this?”

“Never,” the princess said simply. “I’ve had back massages and such, but something like this... it was just too embarrassing from me to contemplate.” She peered through the valley of her breasts at him. “You could make a fortune with those fingers, Spike.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” the dragon said as his fingers inched closer and closer to the princess’s dripping core. It was puffed up and leaking those same fluids he had tasted from her during their little “eating” game only the day before. His own saliva began to be produced in earnest, but he managed to keep himself from drooling at the beautiful sight. Soon enough, his fingers gently traced tiny circles around the outside of Celestia’s exposed core, and gently, he began to rub that strange little bump that had appeared.

Like a firecracker, Celestia felt as if her nerves had exploded, her body twitching in response to the dragon’s ministrations. Even though he was merely grazing and sometimes pinching with the utmost care, to the princess, it was like she had been set on fire. She loved it.

“Are you all right, princess?” Spike asked with a smirk, noticing the look on her face. In all their time together, Spike was becoming better and better at reading the princess’s body language, something he’d never really had time for before all this.

“I... I thought... we agreed you... you would call me by... by my name,” Celestia choked out her lover rubbed her little nub. It was taking all of her focus just to talk and breathe at the same time, and even that was becoming rather difficult.

“Okay, Celestia, but are you all right?” the dragon asked, his thumbs parting her folds so that even more of her tender, unexplored flesh was exposed to the open air. As if on cue, a small draft fluttered between them, and the princess shuddered mightily. Sex indoors might have been the norm for most, but all of this sexual exploration seemed so much more... fitting for the pair of them.

“I’m... I’m fine, just... just... just keep going,” she sputtered out, sounding as if her salivary glands were on overdrive and she could barely swallow fast enough to speak. That or her tongue had somehow become swollen with lust; either way, she was having a hard time speaking coherently.

Smirking, the dragon leaned down and blew a gentle bit of air into the exposed petals before him, his hot breath washing over the princess like a warm blanket. Only, it seemed to go inside of her, filling her body with a kind of warmth that made any medicine seem like a joke in comparison. He kept on breathing softly into her, and to the princess it seemed as though every breath he sent into her was expelling some of the air from her own lungs. Trouble was, she was having the hardest time remembering how and when to breathe.

Then she felt lips against her exposed core, and the alicorn princess squeezed her breasts: hard. The sudden pain of doing so mixed incredibly with the pleasure of that carnal kiss, and she arched her back as her dragon lover continued to kiss her lips, outer and inner, then back again to outer. Her head was spinning on her shoulders, around and around and with no way of stopping. She even let go of her breasts, her fingernails having left little trails in the softness expanse of her pelt, and grabbed onto the sides of her head, if only to try and stop the feeling of the spinning. Remarkably, it seemed to work, but then something happened she had not been expecting.

Something wet, wriggling and very, very warm wiggled its way into her lower lips, barely going in an inch but feeling as though it had penetrated as far as her stomach. Looking down in shock, lust and awe, Celestia saw Spike’s tongue lazily worming its way further and further into her, small streams of her juices leaking out around the ribbon-like invader. The forked tips touched parts of her nothing else had; the texture of the tongue danced around in her insides like a whirlwind of flame. For all she knew, Celestia was dying, and yet... she was more alive than she had ever felt.

“Spike,” she managed to croak out, and it indeed sounded like a croak, like that of some bullfrog or toad or even a sexy leopard frog. “What-,”

“Shh,” the dragon admonished, his words rumbling up his tongue and into her body. Suffice to say, her already hyper-sensitized nerves danced in her body like a carnival. “Just... relax.”

Celestia would have done as he said, but something came over her, a force she knew would come but she had been holding in check. Yes, her heat arrived, and as her eyes glowed a bright pink hue, she threw her head back and let out a throaty moan. Taking her legs, she hooked the back of the dragon’s head and pulled him in closer, squishing his tongue and lips deeper into her core. Her hands combed through her mane as the dragon started to make slurping noises. Maybe he had known it would happen, for he did not react to the sudden pressure; if anything else, the slurps became louder, almost obscenely so.

“He’s drinking me!” the princess thought, her mind becoming increasingly addled as an unsatisfied heat was finally becoming satisfied. She could feel his tongue reach out and retreat, drawing with it the collective juices she had been producing. The erotic sight of his drinking her, lapping at her folds like a fellow dying of thirst, made Celestia’s grip on the back of his head tighten.

In a flash, the dragon’s arms were under those powerful and slender legs, and with one swift motion, he stood up, his face towards the ground and buried in the princess’s groin. Celestia, momentarily confused by the sudden reversal of her position, steadied her upside-down body with her hands and held on for dear life as the dragon continued to drink her dry. His arms shifted quickly so that one still held her by one leg, but the other was wrapped around her waist, the natural curvature of her hips prevent her body from sliding out of his grip.

She craned her neck to see his own arousal twitching, and she wanted to reach out with her tongue, to give it a deeper taste, to give as good as she was getting, but she could not bend like that, and so, as one last lap went deeper into her sopping core than any previous one, she came. It was not some simple little orgasm like the ones before, even though those had felt large; this was something only dreamt about by both mares and erotic authors alike. A truly monstrous orgasm, where the body went weak, the mind went blank, and the copious juices produced seemed to never end. The blood rushing to her head also gave her a mild buzz, and though she was starting to see tiny spots, she didn’t care.

Spike greedily drank in the liquid that was positively pouring out of the princess, watching as it welled up like a freshwater spring and worked against the pull of gravity to spill out of her and drain down her pelt. His arms becoming weak from holding up her weight and keeping himself in place to drink her, he slowly sat down, his tail sneaking between his legs to give his lover a softer pad to lower herself down onto. Finally, he managed to pry himself out of her legs and lay her off to the side, where she convulsed slightly and panted as though she had just run four miles in as many seconds.

“So? Feeling better?” the dragon asked, his long and utterly dexterous tongue flickering over his chin and cheeks to get every last drop of her sweet, earthy juices. He could get used to giving her a treatment like that; she tasted absolutely delicious to him. The pinkish glow from Celestia’s eyes was indeed gone, but all she could do was wheeze and smile like an idiot. That, and blink every now and then; maybe he had broken her or something? Spike didn’t know anything about oversensitivity when it came to sex, but he could sure tell that whatever he had done to her, she had loved it.

If some pony had told him before all of this that the nectar from a mare’s “petals” tasted this good, he’d have likely said they were gross and flat out rejected the idea. Now, though, he saw merit in doing something like this; if she gave as good as she did, then how much better would it be for her for him to repay her, if also in kind? Surely there was a benefit to trying to one-up another in these sexual games other than the sex. Maybe there was some sort of dominance-related hierarchy that could only be bestowed on the one that was better?

“Nah,” the dragon thought to himself as he laid by the princess, his princess, curling his arms over her protectively as she faded off into dreamland. Why decide who is dominant or better when it is far more pleasurable to just give one another what you can with no strings attached? This wasn’t some competition; it was a partnership between two souls who had never really known much in the ways of physical love. Now that they had each other, there was no telling just how far this could go, or for how long; they were both immensely long-lived species, and should they indeed save the world and go back to Equestria, and tell everypony they planned to tell about what had transpired, just how long would this relationship last? A century? Two or three? A millennia, perhaps, if he did not grow too large for them to enjoy such physical activities? Surely a relationship couldn’t be extensively built entirely on mind-blowing sex now, or else every relationship would fail when the partners grew too old for such things.

But all of that was thrust to the side when Spike came to a startling realization: if Celestia did indeed become pregnant, not only would he have a foal to help raise, but he’d be a father. An actual, honest-to-goodness father, and he would live his life caring for and watching their foal grow up. In spite of the small fear that possible fatherhood presented the young dragon, Spike managed to eventually drift off to sleep with a small smile, the warmth and softness of Celestia’s wings erasing his concerns. They could worry about all of that some other time; right now, he just wanted to lay there with her and sleep, knowing peace in one another’s arms.

Far off in the vast reaches of the cosmos, the sun spun as it always did, but for the first time in a very long time, it was beginning to act... strangely. It seemed far less composed, and far more ready to just... go off, at a moment’s notice. It would not be long now, and if the one who was connected to it did not fulfill both her destiny and, unknowingly, that of her lover, then the world would indeed burn in starlight.

Author's Notes:

Hmm... more development and more sex, and it seems Celestia's computer-thingy hidden in her castle was off in it's calculations. Oh well: four chapters to go, and then this story shall have reached the end. Stay tuned!

Also, I would sorely appreciate some honest-to-goodness feedback: what you like about this story, what you don't like, thoughts on the characters and the universe, etc. Please, things like this help make me a better writer, and in turn I can churn out better stories for your viewing pleasures!