Chapter Twelve

Apocalyptic Ascension

After their third round of hot, sweaty sex, Spike would have thought Celestia would have been tired; instead, it seemed she was just getting warmed up. Lying on her side and massaging her breasts, the alicorn princess watched as her lover repeatedly pressed himself deep into her folds, only to withdraw half his length and then repeat the motion. In and out, in and out, repeating, repeating, stretching her insides and leaving her feeling so empty when he withdrew...

“Back... sore, balls... draining, energy... dwindling,” Spike thought as he panted, putting nearly everything he had into keeping a good rhythm, holding Celestia’s one leg up in the air to further spread them apart. She had really loosened up after the second round, and now on round four, sliding in and out of her was no longer painful for either of them. She had been incredibly tight, after all. “Celestia, I’m... I’m almost there.”

“Me t-too,” the alicorn gasped, reveling in the sensation of her lover sliding in and out of her at such a consistent pace. It was beyond heavenly to the princess, to be so intertwined with Spike in all manner of sexual bliss that she could hardly believe she had once thought her virginity would never be lost. Only... she hadn’t lost it; she had given it freely and fully to Spike, and he in return had given his own to her. A mutual exchange of virginity, sealed in love-making and a deep understanding that the two of them would be forever bound to one another.

With a pair of simultaneous grunts, the pair came in unison once more, their respective juices once again spilling out of Celestia’s no-longer-as-tight vessel. As Spike collapsed onto his lover, his lungs pulling in as much precious oxygen as they could, he gave Celestia’s neck a tender little lick. She always did seem to like the little things during actions such as these, and this made her tremble some more: he could feel it. Flicking her nipples, rubbing her back, grinding his erection against her pussy lips before taking the final plunge... it was the small, simple things like that that made it that much more enjoyable for her, and by extension, him.

“That... that was even better than last time,” Celestia gasped, pulling Spike closer to her as his head came to rest on her soft, pillowy breasts. “You’ve really outdone yourself again, Spike.”

“But that’s what you said about last time too,” the dragon muttered, sounding childishly off-put. “I thought you loved me pounding into you from behind, your ass in the air and your hands gripping the cold stone beneath you as I plowed into your slick core.” Wow, he didn’t know he had the ability to talk as dirty as that; Twilight would have washed his mouth out with soap for saying something like that, and then make him write an essay why such talk was wrong.

“Oh Spike, you are such a smooth talker; you’re making me horny all over again,” the alicorn said with a small blush. “Yes, I did love that, especially the feeling of you twisting my nipples as my breasts bounced under me, but this... this was better in an entirely different way. Maybe they were the best at what they were, in their own way?”

“Probably,” the dragon replied, his long, dexterous tongue lazily flicking over one of her big, puffy nipples. “Still, I think we should take a break: my whole body is sore, especially one area in particular...”

“Oh, come now Spike, you can’t be that tired,” the alicorn said teasingly, letting him roll off to her side so she could prop herself up next to him. “Whatever happened to those stories I’ve heard of dragon stamina? Surely they weren’t just delegated to battlefields, and not the bedroom?”

“Okay, first off, I was technically a virgin less than four hours ago, as were you, and neither of us had experienced anything associated with sex before that waterfall,” the dragon said with a short laugh. “Secondly, those stories were likely meant for other dragons or for regular ponies. But you? You’re an alicorn, and...” His voice trailed off as the alicorn princess beside him began to gently stroke his dick, an absent-minded smile gracing her face. “Oh for crying out loud!”

“Oh, come on Spike, I want you inside me,” the princess said with a pouting face, one arm pushing her breasts up and out as if trying to squirt milk from their puffy nipples. “Tell you what, this time I’ll just give you a hand job, and you’ll nurse, okay?”

“I... I guess that’s a fair arrangement,” the dragon said, trying not to groan as her hand clamped a bit tighter around his girth. Seriously, she was insatiable: he had never heard of any mare acting this amorous before, almost to the point of it being... lethal. If anything were true, it was this; if it weren’t for that dragon stamina of his (which was still going strong, even though his body was feeling spongy and weak), he’d have likely passed out or even outright died from exhaustion. Now he saw one of the more obvious reasons Celestia had chosen him: anypony else, stallion or otherwise, would have died from all this sex. With a smile on their face, of course, but still: no amount of earthly magic, stamina potions or hard-earned strength could have prepared them for all of this.

It wasn’t that the act took so much, since it didn’t, or that it lasted very long, which it sort of did, but... there was just such a connection between him and Celestia, and they gave each other so much during the act, both pleasure and love, that... it amazed him just how deep all of these feelings were. Here he had thought earlier they’d just have sex: now he was truly understanding what they were doing. They weren’t making love, or saving the world, or even fucking.

They were connecting to one another on a whole other level. Their very souls were touching one another in ways that would make the heads of all philosophers and erotica writers spin uncontrollably.

All in all, it was a rush for the both of them, but sadly, it would not remain so...

“Ah!” Celestia said as Spike gently bit down on her nipple, her hand soon covered in warm, creamy goo. Spike’s testicles must have been in overdrive to produce as much sperm as possible, as he seemingly had an endless supply. Bringing her cum-coated hand up to her mouth, she gingerly licked it clean. “So, Spike... do you want to know a secret?”

“Um... yes?” the dragon said hesitantly. He didn’t feel like the environment was conducive to building a snowman, and he really did want to know what she had to say. He was just worried she’d thought of something weird for them to try next.

“Back in the carriage, during the storm, you grabbed onto my horn, albeit accidentally, and that resulted in the carriage practically blowing apart,” she said, making sure every nook and cranny of her hand was cleaned off. To her, it really was delicious; she’d even put it on as a frosting for her very own cake, provided she didn’t have to share it with anypony.

“Yeah, about that, I’m sorry for-,” Spike began, only for her other hand to gently silence him, his words dying on the tips of her soft fingers.

“Spike, I don’t care about what happened to the carriage, and you have no need to apologize,” Celestia said softly. “No, what happened in the carriage was entirely an accident, and one of nature’s more profound mysteries. Magic is a funny thing, no matter the species, and such can react rather oddly in any given situation. You see, dragons are inherently magical, as in their magic comes from within and rarely expresses itself physically. Sure, there is your ability to breathe fire, grow or shrink in size, incredible lifespans, and of course your... potent stamina and breeding prowess. There are few creatures like dragons, which is why they are so often thought of as supremely magical. Alicorns too have incredible wells of magic, but we have a much more accessible way to release or use it, and as such, we have our horns. This means we can use up magic and have it replenish faster, as our bodies have evolved to ‘recharge’ our magic quicker after large uses; most likely a survival mechanism. Dragons have not evolved such a mechanism, as they so rarely use up much of their inner magic, regardless of what they do. There are exceptions, of course...”

“Yeah?” the dragon said, not exactly sure where this was going. He wasn’t bound for another long-winded but still interesting history lesson, was he? After all, it was nice to take a little break from all the sex, though not that he’d ever admit to wanting to continue. If he did, then they’d likely be on this island long after her heat ended, just plowing away until they fainted from exhaustion.

“You see, every magical creature has an aura surrounding it, created by said magic in its body. This is what allows pegasi to walk on clouds, or earth ponies to be so good at working the earth, and so on and so forth. A dragon’s aura is far less “apparent”, as it is compressed into their cells far more than other creature’s, but this comes at a price: should a dragon grab or even touch the horn or similarly-enchanted portion of a sufficiently-powerful alicorn, unicorn or even another magical creature, then the resultant exchange and build-up of magic can have... explosive tendencies.”

“Well... I guess that makes sense,” Spike said slowly as Celestia shivered slightly and looked away from him. “But... I’ve touched both Rarity and Twilight’s horns when I was younger: does this mean stuff like that only happens to older dragons?”

The alicorn wasn’t looking at him, and instead slightly cocked her head to the side, as if she could hear an odd noise.

“Celestia?”

She didn’t answer back, instead choosing to continue to look away from him, her wings started to rise. There was a uneasiness in her posture, something that just didn’t seem right...

“Celestia? What’s wrong?” Spike asked, sitting up as his princess of a lover quickly stood up, her legs bracing for some reason.

“No,” she whispered, taking a step forward. “No, no, no, NO, NO!” With these confusing words she broke out into a flat sprint, kicking up bits of dirt and stone as she ran as fast as she could. With a great jump she soared out into the air, her wings beginning to beat frantically: she fell, disappearing from sight as she fell past the small wall they had climbed up. Spike, jumping to his feet, rushed out towards the gap in time for Celestia to shoot straight up past him, her gust from her frantic yet incredibly powerful wingbeats sending him skidding back a few feet. In an instant, she was gone, far above the steep sides of the mountain from which their alcove lay sheltered within. Spike rushed forward from the small ruts in the dirt his feet had left, only to look up and see her distant form vanish over a ledge. He had never known she could fly that fast...

“Celestia!” Spike called out, instinct kicking in as a bright flash lit up the sky. With horror seeping into his throbbing heart, he began to climb up the sheer rock, renewed energy surging through his muscles. What was happening to Celestia? His Celestia? Why had she so suddenly turned tail and fled? Was it... was it time?

“No, no it can’t be!” Spike muttered to himself as he climbed, his claws digging into the hard rock as though it were clay. “It can’t be time, it just can’t be! I thought we had weeks, not hours!”

A bright flash of light lit up the sky once again, and then the dragon saw it: tendrils of light, twisting and zigzagging through the sky like snakes, lanced around him, smashing into the island like thunderbolts. Off in the distance Spike could hear loud booms, explosions of sunlight as the beams of radiant light struck the ground. Areas of the island immediately began to burn, especially the vast, dead wall of thorns. Like a river of fire it shone in the light from up above, the flames rapidly spreading as the winds urged them along.

Still he climbed, ignoring how the whole island seemed to shake with every passing minute. The volcano wasn’t becoming active again, was it? He would survive a tidal wave of erupting magma, but would Celestia? Sure, she was an extremely powerful alicorn, but in her present state of mind, whatever that was.... would she be able to? His worry for her drove him on, encouraging him to leap from ledge to ledge like some great scaly monkey. He had to reach her, he had to...

That was when the first pulse hit. The impact rattled Spike’s teeth inside his skull, and he lost his grip, just barely hanging on by one hand as the entire mountain seemed to just... tremble. Rocks and boulders rained down around him, shards of them larger than the treehouse in which he had lived most of his life. Dodging out of the way of a large boulder that could have crushed a hydra, the dragon climbed, sending his claws deeper into the solid rock to gain that precious foothold he needed. The mountain seemed to becoming alive, yet at the same time, gave off the appearance it was in its death throes. Cracks formed here and there, spilling out rivulets of water mixed with silt, dirt and long-buried ash. It was as though this great stone colossus, formed from the fiery molten pit of the Earth’s mantle bursting through the crust... was bleeding.

Another pulse hit the mountain, this time letting loose a pile of stones that had been damming up one of the larger pools of rainwater near the top. Nay, it was no pool of water, but a small lake, a pond as clear as glass and as untouched as a mountain spring. In a torrent the water poured down on the dragon, the sudden influx making the rock slicker than a freshly-waxed marble floor. Spike coughed and sputtered as water continually sought to enter his nose and throat, his eyes shut to protect them from the small debris carried by the falling liquid. “Gotta... get.... to... Celestia,” he managed to choke out, punching his claws into the rock with as much force as he could. Every bit of debris stung him like a wasp, his scales preventing damage but not pain of the water-borne projectiles. Climbing almost blinded by the slick water and stinging rocks, the dragon climbed, feeling for every nook, every cranny he could use to his advantage. His tail propped him up whenever it could find a hold, but those were few and far between.

Eventually, Spike found himself at the crest of where the water was coming from, and after clawing his way through the rough current, he pulled himself up onto the rocky bank of a large, rainwater-fed pool. Gasping for breath and opening his eyes after what felt like an hour, the dragon looked up towards the very peak of the mountain. The roar of the water had drowned out the noise during his climb, but now he could hear something else, something far more chilling than silence or loud booms in the distance.
Up high, he could hear a voice, shouting in a language he did not understand. It was a voice he had heard many times before, especially on this island; it was a voice he had come to cherish.

“Celestia, I’m coming!” he shouted, rushing up and digging his claws into the rock once more. He was nearly halfway there, and it would not be long before-

The third pulse struck the mountain, a bright flash of light from the peak coinciding with the sound of rock cracking and splitting like trees in a windstorm. Spike looked on in horror as a crack six feet wide formed along the path he was making, and soon enough, he could hear a great crunching and crashing sound all around him. Boulders continued to fall around him, and cracks circled his every move as he climbed as fast as he could, scampering up and over every ledge as if salvation lay over the next one. Aftershocks from that third pulse kept circling through the island, creating more fissures in the rock, adding more to the cacophony embroiled around him. More trapped water leaked out from every little fissure, the splashing and spraying water creating a fine mist that seemed to enshroud the entire face of the mountain. Soon enough, even the ground far below Spike was no longer visible, swallowed up by the opaque mists surrounding him. Then, as the dragon reached another ledge, a massive fissure formed in from of him, and he felt the entire side of the mountain shift. Suddenly, he watched as the crack grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger...

Rushing towards the opening gap, the dragon threw himself with all of his might, his right hand managing to snag onto a small ledge as he looked below. The entire side of the mountain had given away, and in a great rush of air and swirling vapor, it fell down towards the island below. With a thunderous crash that shook the entire island, the great slab of rock crushed everything beneath it and splintered into massive shards, leaving a broken trail of debris reaching nearly to the beach in the distance. Bits of the island seemed to fly into the air, some of them still ablaze from the ever-present beams of light striking everywhere. Those pieces fell back down, into the cracks in the ground from the mountain’s impact.

Spike sighed in relief. “That... that was too close,” he muttered, looking up to where he could hear Celestia shouting even louder than before, her words becoming deeper and far more alien to his ears. More pillars of light rained down around him, bathing him in an unearthly glow as he continued to climb. Then out in the far distance, Spike heard one, then two, then three, then... countless enormous explosions. Looking out in horror, he saw massive pillars of light fall from the sky, piercing into the churning waves far off shore. He felt, no, saw the earth shake with each pillar’s strike, the lights creating a glow in the ocean depths that seemed to stretch out to the horizon.

Climbing ever faster, Spike was thirty... twenty... ten feet from the peak, the very tippy top having been leveled by this same force. Then, just as he peered over the edge, the fourth pulse struck. A bright, blinding light seared itself into Spike’s eyes, blinding him and making him loose his grip in the midst of all the chaos. Screaming in horror and pain, he felt himself fall away from the ledge, falling, falling, falling...

The mists seemed to swallow him up as he fell, his panicked motions making contact with nothing but open air. His tail could not grab onto anything either, for it was not prehensile, and... he was doomed, then. Was this the end? Was he going to die, after all of this, after bonding with Celestia and stepping up in order to save the world. He had failed, he was doomed, doomed to die along with the rest of the planet. No more, there was no more for him...

The faces.... he could see their faces in his mind’s eye as time seemed to slow. Twilight and the others.... Princess Luna... his friends and family... Celestia’s sweet face.... they all just flashed before him as he fell. Even as he struggled, somehow, in the back of his mind, he knew it was useless. He had no wings, and with no means of stopping his fall, how would he die? Would it be quick, where he would land flat on a boulder and die on impact? Or would he bounce off the ledges all the way down, ending up a crumpled, dying heap at the bottom? Or would he fall onto a sharp rock and break his back, unable to move and dying far too slow? Whatever the end may have been, he knew it was coming, coming for him, and so he let himself hang loose...

...only for a sharp pain in his wrist to bring him out of his thoughts. Rubbing his eyes with his free hand amidst another, seemingly distant tremor, Spike looked up at his hand. The bracelet his friends had given him... it had caught itself on a ledge in his blind, frantic motions during his fall. The colors of the gemstones within, each the same color of his friend’s pelts, shone with a comforting light, even in all of this madness.

In a brief moment of both madness and clarity, Spike laughed, a wheezing, utterly bizarre laugh. The thing he had almost forgotten about, the thing his friends had sent with him, had become the means of his salvation, and perhaps that had been its purpose all along? Should he have had doubts, all he would have needed to do was look at the bracelet and remember all those counting on him, on his and Celestia’s success in saving the world.

His friends had saved him; now he would return the favor. With grim determination, Spike latched onto the ledge with his other hand and gave his bracelet a small kiss of thanks. Reaching up, he began his climb; luckily for him, he had fallen nearly back to the ledge from whence he had just started, where the face of the mountain had collapsed. Any farther and he would have splattered on that ledge, or bounced off completely. Cautiously this time, the dragon continued his way up, far more careful after that last pulse and flash of light had nearly killed him. His body was beginning to ache, and his fingers were sore from digging into the rock, but still the dragon moved on, and eventually he reached the last ledge once more. To him, after time had seemed to slow during his fall, it had all sped back up to meet him: he felt as though he had just spent an hour of climbing and digging into the shuddering rock, just to make it to this point. Shielding his eyes with one hand, he pulled himself over the ledge and onto the very top of the mountain. Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden tenfold increase in light all around him, Spike started walking towards what appeared to be a massive, spiraling ball of fire.

“Celestia?!” he called out, removing his hand as he braced himself in the event of another pulse. “Celestia, is that you? Where are you?!”

Then the ball of fire turned around, and Spike saw: he saw Celestia, and yet... was this Celestia?

Her pelt shone with a brightness that made starlight seem dull and dim, the whiteness seeming to be a void where all color, even the darkest of blacks, vanished into nothingness. Her eyes were no longer pink, but an extremely bright magenta, like the color of a far distant nebula, their glow seeming to reach out and into his very soul. Celestia’s body seemed larger, far stronger than before, even though she stood no taller than when he had last seen her. Her figure exuded a physical strength that seemed to defy its size, so much so that the dragon had no doubt she could crush this mountain with a mere flick of her wrist. The alicorn’s wings, large and fluffy before, spread easily thrice their normal span, glowing with the same intensity as her pelt. Her horn corkscrewed as it always did, but with a far more pronounced curl, similar to a bottle opener, only no bottle opener in the world was two feet long, nor did any course with a palette of colors that defied explanation.

But her mane... her tail... gone were the simple yet beautiful colors she had always had. Gone was the softness, the serene movements they made, the hair itself: in its place, was... fire. Fire and sunlight, intertwining as if embroiled in both lovemaking and war, seeking to kill and mate at the same time. Both stretched out in a winding circle up into the sky, like the flames of a great bonfire in the midst of a windy summer’s night. Only... no fire moved as if alive, and no fire had the power to send forth embers of seemingly living flame off into the sky, like errant lightning bolts that dissipated before they struck anything.

It was as though he were seeing her for the first time, and in essence, he was: he had never seen her in her true form, as had no other living creature on this planet other than Luna. He was incredibly privileged to witness such power, such might... and such beauty.

“Spike,” Celestia said, and it was in that moment that Spike felt a truly paralyzing fear. This was undoubtedly the same alicorn, the Celestia he knew and loved, but, her voice... it exuded a power he had no concept of, of a grandeur and might that he had never, could never, have experienced before. He wanted to take a step back, to climb back down the mountain, to flee for his very life, but his feet... they remained planted. Nay, soon enough, they moved forward of their own free will.

“Celestia?” he gasped as he saw another beam of light arc across the sky, headed straight towards them.

“Spike,” Celestia repeated, holding out her arms to her dragon lover as the ground began to crack around her. “Come, be with me, my love.”

In a rush, the dragon ran the last few paces between him and his love, and as they embraced one another, a massive beam of light struck the pair, and then the whole mountain cracked in half.

Meanwhile...

From off in the distance, in seemingly another world, Twilight saw something on the horizon through her telescope. Only... it didn’t stay on the horizon for long. Soon enough, tendril of light started streaking across the sky, like the trails of drunken comets. Only... the trails did not disappear: instead, they continued to sinuously twist and turn high in the atmosphere as the light circled all over the globe. Twilight could do nothing from her balcony but watch as the entire sky seemed to become embroiled in flame and light, the sky turning into one seething mass of color and light.

“Is this the end?” she whispered to herself as ponies everywhere began to gather to watch the spectacle. Even her friends, who had been preparing for this event, stood dumbfounded outside of their homes, looking up at the sky in awe.

Meanwhile...

Space, the final frontier. Or, at least, it would be for any species that would eventually leave their home planets behind and explore the universe. For one dragon in particular, however, he... he didn’t know what to make of it. It just seemed so...

“Empty?” Celestia asked as she lay beside Spike, floating in the great expanse that was the cosmos. Planets, stars, nebulae, galaxies and all other sorts of celestial bodies just seemed to float past them, as if they were moving at a great speed. Her fiery mane and tail trailed along and around them, wrapping itself gently around the pair like a traveler’s cloak, only to unfurl and waft as if in a breeze.

“Yeah, it just seems so... cold,” the dragon said softly, his hand gently squeezing hers. His back was kind of itchy at that moment, and he didn’t know why. “It’s as though there’s just... nothing else out here. No light, no warmth, no... anything. I don’t understand, but maybe I’m not supposed to. By the way... are we dead?”

He would have been rather upset if that were the case.

Celestia laughed, a light, tinkling laugh that made Spike fall in love with her all over again. “No, of course not, silly,” she added, flicking the tip of his nose gently, as one might a little puppy. “We have merely become... larger than life, you might say. We have ascended, you and I: I, to my rightful and true form, and you to the form from which is your kind’s legacy to their descendants. In time, eventually, you too will grow in a power you do not yet understand, but for the moment, you are... mostly the same.”

“Was this all part of the plan?” the dragon asked.

“Originally no, but as with all plans, things change, and they must be adapted to those changes,” Celestia said. “All things change, really; seasons, generations, the landscapes, and the cosmos. Ever changing, ever growing, ever dying, ever being reborn in some way, shape or form. It is a cycle, one that we should feel honored to witness, and perhaps even influence.”

“I... wow, that’s really deep,” Spike said. “Where are we, anyways?”

“See down there?” Celestia asked, pointing away from the two of them. “Down there, by that glowing, run-of-the-mill star? What do you see? What does it look like to you?”

Spike looked where she was pointing, and indeed, he saw what could only have been Earth. From up here, it looked so... small, so... helpless. A twinkling little ball of blue in a sea of inky darkness; it was like a jewel, really. The bright beam of energy snaking into it looked almost like... like a...

“Like life being created,” he said softly. Indeed, the Earth was a fruitful egg, and that light, no matter how destructive it was on the island... it was made up of what gave that planet life. Light, the source of which drove most of life on Earth: the sun, from which it originated, the creation of which had given birth to the very planet he, and all other livings things on it, called home. It was the final resting place of the dragon’s greatest creation, and the same planet through which the alicorns had arisen to universal dominance. It was strangely beautiful, to look so perfect and have such a history associated with it, but... it seemed so alone in the vastness of the cosmos, of which, even from up here, he could only see the smallest fraction. The dragon had never felt as small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things as he did right there.

“Yes Spike,” the alicorn princess said softly, pulling him closer to her. “My heat is nearly finished, and with it quenched, all of that energy down there, threatening to destroy our home, will go along with it. So... what do you-,”

Her question was cut off by Spike pulling her in for a kiss, their bodies mashing up against one another in the vacuum of space. But, they didn’t care: they had transformed themselves into beings beyond the mere limits of air-breathing creatures. They had ascended, and Spike could not tell just how he had changed. All he knew was that he was in the arms of his lover, and up here, in full view of the universe, he was going to satiate her heat.

By making sweet, sweet love.

“I love you,” Spike whispered to Celestia, his body shuddering as he felt his rapidly-growing erection graze her knees, then her thighs, and then pop up right above where it wanted to go. “I love you... so much.”

“I know Spike, I know,” Celestia replied softly, reaching down and gingerly taking ahold of her lover’s massive organ once again, a great throbbing shaft she had come to love nearly as much as the one it was attached to. Placing its tip near her entrance, she pulled herself gently down onto it. “Here... we... go.”

In a rush of light, the two of them fell back towards the earth, their bodies intertwined as Spike’s shaft pierced Celestia once more. The two of them cried out in ecstasy as they moved, neither caring for what was happening around them. All they could do was focus on one another, moving in sync with the other; pulling, stretching, squeezing, pumping, grinding... loving.

Spike reached up with both hands and roughly squeezed Celestia’s breasts, making them bulge and change shape underneath his palms. The princess, his princess, let out a hearty groan, and then, in that instant, something happened Spike had not been expecting: twin streams of fire erupted from Celestia’s nipples, the little jets of blazing warmth cascading over their bodies. It turned the dragon on even more, and so he began to push himself into his love harder, squeezing and kneading her more and thus earning even more moans in return. He pushed his lips against her own, their tongues dancing wildly with one another as their bodies continued to churn in passion.

As the pair fell, from the Earth below, their descent appeared to be like that of a falling star. Great and glowing, with colors of bright white, green and gold. Shimmering high in the sky, they continued to descend, the tail of their myriad of colors twirling behind them like a comet’s. Below them, that great blue ball of a planet rushed towards them, the oceans spreading out before them until they were met by coastlines, then hills, then mountains that blotted out the horizon. Still they fell, seemingly into the great blue void below, but steadily, a small dot far below grew larger and larger; the island.

From in Equestria, six friends looked up at the star and knew not of what it was, only... that it was beautiful. Many other ponies saw the falling star and felt a strange mixture of emotions, none of which they could explain. Sadness, joy, love, fear, even reverence; these and countless other thoughts raced through their heads as the star seemed to enter the atmosphere. In the distance, it made no sound, save for a soft boom that seemed to just filter through the sky like a whispered lullaby.

In an instant, the bright lights that covered the globe began to recede in a rush, focusing on that one little point off in the horizon. Like water being drained out of a collapsing reservoir, the great beams of light seemed to follow the star, twisting and spiraling through the sky as they did so. In mere minutes the lights had all but receded, now collected into one giant orb on the horizon. Like a second sun coming to visit it continued its descent, all the while glowing brighter and pulsating with far more energy than before.

In the midst of that giant orb, two figures began to glow, unseen by those on the ground. Fire clung and moved all over the two beings as if it were alive, writhing and snaking and twisting all around them. Spike, his shaft buried deep inside of his love, looked her in the eyes as they and the lights trailing after them pierced the cloud layer, blowing it away like a great wind. In a great ring the clouds parted a good distance before evaporating entirely, leaving behind a great big circle in the sky free of any obstructions. The pillars of light that reached down deep into the ocean retreated from their watery strongholds, leaving behind great whirlpools that quickly sucked in all the debris floating offshore.

“We did it,” Spike said as he grunted, emptying himself inside Celestia once more. As he did this, his hands left her heaving, squirting breasts and instead pulling her as close to him as possible, the feeling of her overflowing warmth nearly sucking in his balls with his cock, so tight was their embrace.

“Yes Spike, we did,” the alicorn said sweetly as she felt the warmth of his seed coat her insides and his cock reach in as far as possible. “Yes, we did.”

And then, in a rush of light, fire and wind, the glowing pair struck the mountain.

In a blaze of light the orb surrounding them detonated, sending a veritable shockwave of light across the sky. Like an ever growing ring the wave cascaded through the sky, spreading far, far away from the island. Clouds, no matter their distance from the ground, seemed to vaporize as the light continued on its path; no storm, no monsoon, no hurricane had the strength to resist its awesome might. In a rush it blazed over Equestria, like a tsunami of pure energy. It continued to course through the sky, eventually covering the globe in a great big shimmering sphere, causing a brief shine to filter through cosmos. It was if a new, baby sun had been born, and for a short while, it’s glow radiated off the Earth in a soft, gentle light. Then, like a bad dream, it began to fade away, and soon enough, normalcy returned to the world. Where day was, it remained so, and the areas of the planet facing away from the sun soon returned to the darkness of night.

Twilight looked up at the sky and sighed in relief, a sigh that was shared by all of her friends. “They did it,” she whispered at first, before her voice rose to a shout that echoed across Ponyville as she jumped all around her balcony. “Spike and Princess Celestia! They did it, they did it, they did it!” Now, none of the other ponies outside of her friends knew what that meant, but they simply assumed Spike and Princess Celestia had completed a task about learning about friendship or whatnot. Still, seeing the purple unicorn jumping around for joy on her balcony did give them a feeling of gladness, though exactly why eluded them.

Off on the island... well, there wasn’t much of an island anymore. The great halves of the mountain had been warped by the energy of the blast, not breaking like rock but moving like water. In an instant, the two halves had formed a great pair of arches, connecting at the peaks before fusing into one solid mass. The great rush of wind spread the mist covering the mountain over the entire island, stifling and extinguishing the fires that still burned. Waves thrashed along the shorelines from the shockwaves, causing a great surge of water up onto the beaches, reaching several hundred yards into the interior in places. Boulders, trees and all manner of wet debris lay scattered around the island, except for one very special place. In the center of the mountain’s former roots, underneath its new graceful edifice, two figures stirred.

Spike sat up, holding his head as if he had the world’s biggest hangover. “Is... is it over? Did we do it?”

“Yes, Spike,” Celestia said with a moan, pulling him back down beside her. She could feel the sun's energy dissipating, filtering off into the great void of the cosmos. “We did it. We saved the world.”

The two looked at one another and started to giggle, then laugh, then guffaw, pulling one another into a vicious but still friendly hug. They had done it, and like the fading light of their union, all the stress and worries they had heaped upon themselves... it all melted away. They were alive, and so was the world.

“Well now, what do we do now?” Spike asked softly.

“Oh, I think I know of a perfect thing to be doing right now,” Celestia said with a coy smile, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

“Oh, I think I know what you mean,” Spike said with a smirk as he pulled her closer, their bodies flush against one another’s...

They were both asleep within minutes.

Author's Notes:

Yeah, I know, this took me FOREVER to write. But hey. it was worth it, wasn't it?

As a side note, I LOVED writing this chapter. Also, there's only two chapters left! Can you believe it?