Chapter Seven

Filthy Waters

“Well, at least we are out of the forest,” Spike said as Celestia and he trudged through the grasses, the long fronds slightly slippery under their feet and hooves. “I have to say I didn’t expect the grass to be this high or thick, though.”

“Neither did I,” Celestia said. “The last time I was on this island, there was only a small patch of the stuff that I had personally planted, and it wasn’t nearly as close to the forest as it is now.”

“Well, it grew in just fine,” Spike grumbled as he nearly fell for the third time. The grasses reminded him of those grasses from one of Twilight’s book on the lands far to the east, where monsoons ravaged the lands for months on end every year. As such, the ecosystem there, animals and plants included, had grown accustomed to such things by evolving means to survive and even thrive in such conditions.

They continued on in the tall grasses for a while, the sun blazing high overhead. The foliage, slick with dew and residual rain from the night before, soon gave way to much shorter grasses, as well as the occasional shrub and low-lying vine. They had finally reached the fields they had first seen high above, when the carriage was still intact and Spike still had spare clothes packed. They seemed to stretch on for ages up to the very base of the volcano, and even where the grasses ended and the rocky shale began, there were still sizeable patches of green.

However, in the middle of this utterly green pasture, there lay a rather dark brown smudge. The almost daily rains had caused something similar to a mudslide crossed with a sinkhole, though nowhere near as calamitous as either occurrence. Instead, a long winding pathway of mud lay stretched out before them, about hallway across the otherwise serene grasslands.

“How are we going to cross that?” Spike asked Celestia as they strode down one of the innumerable small hills all over the place. In fact, the likely source of the mudflow-like obstacle was the collapse of one of these hills farther up the way they were going, though it had been far larger before the rains came and practically melted it down.

“I say we just hoof it across,” Celestia said, her heart feeling lighter with the absence of any secrets. “It does not look too wide, I believe.” In light of her revelation to Spike and his acceptance of his role in her plan, she’d discovered a sort of clarity in her mind she did not recall having before. To be so utterly truthful to somepony, or somedragon, in this instance, was not only spiritually and mentally liberating, but rather physically moving as well. She felt stronger because of it, as if she were not only relieved of a burden, but of a choice as well.

That choice had opened up doors to her with Spike she had not planned on exploring for another week or two, originally. Learning to kiss him had been good fun and all, but her body was showing signs of the beginning of her heat. It was not yet in force, and likely would not be for some time yet, but still: her body had needs, and she’d have to sate them eventually, with each “satiation” likely requiring more and more stimulus to “complete the transaction”, or something along those lines. How much of that Spike did was up to him and how far he was willing to go: how far she was willing to go was entirely up to her, of course. She could probably stop, push Spike to the ground, and command him to make love to her right then and there; he likely wouldn’t bat an eye at that.

However, therein laid a problem: she could not be too forceful in seeking sex from him, since she had no idea just how forceful “forceful” was in her case, and any random actions like that from her might just scare Spike. She couldn’t afford him to have doubts on himself or any techniques he might try and use, as a depressed dragon wasn’t a horny dragon. Celestia would need Spike horny for any of this to work. But how to draw him out of his societally acceptable shell and into that of a sexy beast was currently beyond her brain’s capabilities. She’d need time to think of a way that would not trick him, but would also not require something drastic or just downright uncivilized.

Spike, during this time, was also thinking rather hard on the task ahead of him. He’d have to make love to Princess Celestia, something he had never done before. True, nearly all stallions and likely a not-insignificant portion of Equestria’s mares would love to be in his position, but therein lay a problem for him. What was he supposed to do? Just... whip it out, stick it in and hope for the best?

“No, that would be horrible,” Spike thought to himself, wondering why in the world that train of thought had derailed into such a... lewd mess. Spike knew little of the world of sex, mostly since he had never been sought after by any mares close to his age. Well, sought after being a strong word: he had plenty of mares his own age who were his friends, and some certainly seemed to like him more than others, but... had he been so blind to the ways of the fairer sex that he hadn’t picked up on any signals?

Maybe living with Twilight had desensitized him to all forms of interpersonal communication. He had a horrible time picking up on subtle clues; he just knew it. Plus, the closest thing to a discussion on sex he had ever heard come from Twilight when she had broken up with some guard stallion. What was his name again? Blast Sentry, Crash Sentry... something like that. All Spike knew was that he was related to that Flash Sentry stallion Twilight had somewhat befriended during an extended stay in Canterlot, though it more like a friendly acquaintance than an actual friendship.

He could still remember the night of the break-up with that guy’s brother. Sometimes he wished he couldn’t.

“Brash,” - that was his name- “I am afraid we can no longer see each other. This just isn’t working out for me.”

“But why, Twilight? I kept my promise and showed up to your boring history lesson!”

“Yeah, half drunk! You kept hitting on Fluttershy and started drooling into the punch bowl. Plus, you kept looking down my blouse when you sat next to me!”

“I can’t help it if my strenuous lifestyle means I can’t spend more personal time with you. You never did seem interested in taking anything to a new level.”

“Strenuous? You mooch off of your brother’s guard status and spend everything you somehow manage to earn on alcohol or unhealthy snacks! Besides, you certainly seemed to want to make relationships with all those mares down by the spa, the way you were showing off in front of them. You almost got us kicked out!”

“Hey, I apologized for that. It’s not my fault they forgot to label which naked spa steam rooms are for stallions and which are for mares.”

“They were in big green letters, Brash; there were even pictures.”

“I’m colorblind, and those pictures weren’t there when I was.”

“Just... get out, please, before I have Spike set you on fire.”

“Yeah, right, like that little wimp could take on a stud like me. Not even in your dreams, Twilight!”

“Yeah, well, he’s a damn sight nicer than you, you needle-dick prick! You never could have satisfied me, even if we had gone that far!”

After that, Twilight had magically teleported the guy out into a patch of briars on Ponyville’s outskirts and then wrote a scathing letter to Flash Sentry on his brother’s behavior. Last Spike heard, Brash was scrubbing toilets in Appaloosa: the outhouse kind of toilets.

Readjusting the bag of food on his shoulder, Spike looked ahead to see Celestia bending over to pick something up. It was perhaps at the worst possible time, too, as her dress, already shorter than when they had left Ponyville, did little to conceal her rump. Spike looked quickly away, but the damage was done; all of his thoughts on him and his life in Ponyville was swept under the rug. Then the rug was burned, made into a park bench through the recycling process, and then that bench was dissolved in a vat of rainbow acid.

Celestia, or the one he used to know from Canterlot, likely would not have been the one picking something up off of the ground. It just wasn’t befitting a princess, especially one so loved as her. Here, though, she wasn’t the same pony who had brought him to the island. Here, she had not only been saved by him, had helped him along the way and told him the truth of his “upcoming duty”, but she had exposed herself for the being she was. She wasn’t just some nigh-deity figure with the power of the sun; she wasn’t just one of the most politically powerful beings on the planet. No, she was a mare; she had thoughts, dreams, desires, temptations, feelings, and the whole shebang. And now, for the first time since he had been on that island, Spike felt truly horrible about himself.

All he had seen in her back in the cave, even though it had only been a few hours ago, was a way for him to advance in society; a means to an end. He hadn’t given a thought to how she felt about this, or how worried she was about the whole “ordeal” that was going to come up between them. Her royal duties and such had caused her to close herself off from those close to her over the many years she had been alive, even Twilight Sparkle. Sure, Twilight was her pupil, and they were very close, as were the other Elements of Harmony, but Spike doubted Celestia had even shared a modicum of the information with them as she had with him.

Spike now realized that Celestia was more than just an up-and-coming sexual conquest; they would be so much more than a mere fling. Even if it was just this once, for only this small period of time, both of them would be forever changed by the instance. They would be lovers, the kind that even romance novels could seldom talk about. Brought together by fate, both choosing to do so even if it meant forever changing a friendship that was important in both of their lives; it amazed him.
It gave him courage.

“Spike?” Celestia asked, snapping the dragon out of his little line of thought. “Is there something wrong?”

“Um... no,” Spike said, having realized he had stopped walking after seeing Celestia’ bum. She, on the other hand, must have continued walking, as she was a good deal farther away than she had been. “Just... thinking about something.”

“May I ask what?” the princess queried as the dragon caught up with her.

“I’d... I’d prefer not to say,” Spike said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s... kind of embarrassing.”

“Spike, we agreed there would be no more secrets between us,” Celestia said as they continued on, the large area of mud coming closer and closer with each step. “I have honored my end of that agreement: I would prefer if you kept up your end.”

Spike sighed; he really couldn’t say no to her, now could he? She had exposed her innermost feelings to him back in that cave, and now... perhaps he would have to do the same. “Well, Celestia, the thing is... I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Spike?” Celestia asked, arching an eyebrow as she face him.

“For... thinking like I did back in the cave. When you proposed to me on what we were meant to do here, I... looked at my options. I saw myself becoming rather well-off after being your, well, bedfellow, since I’d be a literal hero and sudden stud throughout Equestria. I, at the time, did not think about how you were feeling, or how this would change things for you. For that, I’m... I’m sorry.”

Celestia was silent for a few moments, as if deep in thought. Then, breaking into a wide grin, she leaned over and gave Spike a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Oh Spike, that is perhaps one of the most honestly apologetic things I have ever heard,” she practically cooed. “I understand thinking such things would go along with this “proposition” of ours, but I did not imagine you would come forth so clearly, or so quickly, for that matter. Most ponies would rather keep something like that to themselves, but you, a dragon? A hoarding species is not known for the blunt truth, but telling me this just goes to show you have a strength of character so many of your species lacks.”

Spike blushed slightly at this. “So... you’re not mad for me thinking like that?”

“Of course not, Spike! It would be only natural for any male in your position to weigh such options,” Celestia said, giving him a light pat on his shirtless back. “I do not hold it against you, and I never will. To be perfectly honest myself, I too was wondering just how many different adjustments you’d have to make in your life after this. To think, Spike, lover of Celestia! I could see the tabloids running such headlines for a good year or two, with every little meeting between us or our friends being discussed behind closed doors. Tell me, do you think you could handle the fame of being the sudden object of desire from nearly every mare in our country?”

Spike’s blush deepened at this. “Probably not,” he said, realizing just how much truth there was behind Celestia’s words.
“And what of outside countries?” Celestia continued. “Griffonesses and minotaur cows would likely swoon if you came through on your way to someplace. Perhaps... even garner some attention from the changelings?”

Spike’s semi-grin turned to a look of absolute horror as these revelations hit home. However, that look soon turned back to a grin when he saw Celestia’s smile. “None of that will happen, I’m guessing?” he asked.

“Likely not, though even I cannot predict the future,” Celestia said in a semi-mysterious manner, as if she were trying to pretend to be a fortune-teller. It came off more as though she were tripping on some mildly-hallucinogenic mushrooms.

They laughed, walking hand-in hand for the rest of the way. Soon enough, although too soon for Spike’s tastes, they reached the large muddy deposit. It didn’t stink too badly, to be honest: just the regular smell of mud and whatever bits of matter made up it.

“I’ll go first,” Celestia said. “That way, if I find myself in need of a rescue, you won’t be far behind me.”

“Well... okay,” Spike said, watching carefully as Celestia stepped forward.

Celestia, in her mind, knew Spike would likely have more trouble than she did. He did outweigh her by a bit, and his tail would likely drag behind him should he stumble or have to crawl on all fours. Stepping out away from Spike, she placed her hoof down on the mud. It felt cool to the touch, and to her surprise, she only sank in a few inches. Taking another step, she pulled her first hoof out of the mud and continued on, glancing back over her shoulder long enough to give Spike a “come on, let’s go” gesture.

Spike followed Celestia’s path, making sure to take care with each and every step. He could tell his steps sank in a bit further than hers, but other than that, he wasn’t having much difficulty. “How do you think this mud all formed here?” he asked.

“Likely outwash from these storms, though why here, I don’t know,” Celestia replied as she trudged onwards. “Any problems?”

“No,” Spike said just as he stumbled, dropping to one knee in the mud. Pushing himself up with his one free hand (as the other was holding onto the food bag), Spike wiped as much sticky mud off of it as he could on the back of his pants.

Out in front, Celestia took a step and almost fell when she sank up to her knee. “Spike, be careful it gets deeper out here,” she said.

“Then maybe I should go first,” the dragon said, stumbling past the alicorn mare. “Here: want to hold the food for a bit? I feel like I might stumble if it gets any deeper.”

Gingerly, Celestia took the bag from Spike, who strode out in front of her. True to his prediction, he fell, mud splattering everywhere from where he impacted the watery ground. Rising up, he wiped some of the dark mud out his eyes and looked back.

“See? It gets deeper here.” As if to illustrate, he stood back up and began to slowly sink further into the mud.

“How much deeper?” Celestia asked as she took a few tentative steps after Spike. He hadn’t sunk too much farther, but it was still definitely deeper than what she had started across.

“I’d say... a bit above my waist,” Spike told her. “Though, it’s nowhere near as thick as the mud back behind us. Maybe there’s just a lot more water in this part?”

“Possibly,” Celestia replied as they continued on their way. The mud now completely coated her legs, and soon enough, mud was everywhere under her bust line. It stuck easily enough, but seemed a bit harder to fling off than one might expect. Overcorrecting a slight stumble, Celestia’s wings were soon coated in mud as well.

So the duo continued on, falling and crawling their way to the other side of the large mud deposit. By the end of it, they looked absolutely disgusting, or at least they would have to clean, high-society ponies. Mud caked almost every part of their bodies, except for Celestia’s face and Spike’s uppermost spines. Spike couldn’t even see his pants under all the mud, and his tail was dragging through the grass after he accepted the surprisingly still-clean food bag from Celestia.

“How far to that waterfall, do you think?” Spike asked, pointing to one of the many smaller, less-violent torrents of water cascading off the side of the volcano.

“Half an hour, maybe less,” Celestia panted, her wings dropping behind her like they were the ears of a depressed dog. Wow, did they ever feel heavy with all that mud coating them.

“When we get there, think you can conjure us some soap?” the dragon asked as they walked on, occasional bits of mud dropping off of them as they went. “I feel like I got mud in places I didn’t think dragons had.”

“I feel the same way,” Celestia said, annoyed by how much mud had gotten in both her mane and tail. If any of her groom ponies, let alone Spike’s friend Rarity, had seen her in this state, they would have likely had heart attacks. “I have a feeling our clothes are completely useless now, with what we’ve put them through.”

“Agreed,” Spike said. “So... where do we find new ones? Do we make some out of leaves or something?”

Celestia glanced over at Spike, the unbidden inner monologue of her secondary conscience ringing in her ears. She tried to ignore it, but it was a persistent conscience, and after giving in, remained quiet for some time. It was crazy, perhaps even clever, but she knew it had to be done.

“Celestia?” Spike asked after they had nearly reached the smaller waterfall. Oh, that cascading water would probably feel wonderful on their mud-caked bodies. Hopefully it wasn’t too cold like the river it connected to, or else Celestia might catch a chill, and Spike certainly didn’t want that.

“Spike, it comes to my attention that if we are to truly understand each other on a physical level, then we must remove the barriers between us, as we did with our feelings and secrets,” Celestia said as they climbed the small hill leading to a pool of water. The rocks in the pool had been shaped by the water, but apparently not for long, as they were still rough enough to prevent them from being slippery. Small wildflowers and grasses grew along the periphery, with the occasional bit of moss-covered stone strewn about the place. With it being mostly in the shadow of the extinct volcano, there was little chance any wind managed to brush through this place, so the chance of being chilled by wind was negligible. All in all, it was a rather picturesque scene, like something out of a romantic novel.

“Meaning?” Spike asked as he turned away, trying to find the hem of his pants under all the mud coating him. Damn, a lot of it must have been inside his pants as well: it was rubbing all over the place as he searched, and that felt... weird.

“Meaning... we shall have to disregard clothes entirely,” Celestia said. As if to enforce her words, she tore her mud-caked, completely useless dress from her body. It didn’t matter much in the way of cleanliness, at any rate; there was more than enough mud all over her body that had wormed its way under the dress

Spike had frozen at the sound of the ripping fabric. She... she was serious, wasn’t she? Here he knew he’d be having sex with her, someday, eventually even, but the prospect of bathing with a naked Celestia set Spike on an course he was unsure he wanted to continue on. He was torn; torn between the unbelievably strong desire to agree with the princess, and the desire to hide any part of his private nakedness from her, as well as shield his own eyes from her body. “... really?” he decided to asked instead, glad his voice didn’t crack from the sudden strain.

“Yes, Spike,” Celestia said, conjuring up a large bar of soap with a small burst of her magic. “Please, come join me in the waterfall; there are places I cannot reach on my back that are surely coated with pounds of mud.” Plus, she didn’t want to admit it, but there was something very attractive of being cleaned by another under a waterfall; call it her inner romantic side, if you will.

Spike gave up trying to find his pants under all the mud, and so turned around, keeping his eyes fixed on the water. That stopped when he saw Celestia walk under the waterfall, and change before his eyes.

He had seen her in her dress, skin-tight and whatnot, but it had never really done the job of showing off... everything. She was coated in mud, completely covered in the stuff, and yet... Spike did not find that unappealing. Her figure, her stature, the way she carried herself as she washed the mud from her mane... it made him feel rather peculiar below the waistline. Drawn to her, almost like a sailor drawn to the mythical sirens of old, he too stepped under the falling water, just as Celestia turned around.

She had not expected to see Spike so close to her, nor had she expected his eyes to be filled with... something. She could not put her finger on exactly what emotion she was seeing, even as Spike reached up and gently took the bar of soap from her hands. He looked... different, under all of that softly cascading water. It wasn’t enough to wash all of the mud away from him, but from what she could tell, the majority was rushing down into the pool around their knees. “May I wash you, my princess?” he asked, his voice much lower in tone than a few minutes ago.

The chill that went down her spine had nothing to do with the water’s temperature. “Y-yes, Spike,” she said, turning around to give him better access to her back. “You c-can start anywhere you wish; I don’t mind.” Celestia nearly felt her legs buckle from underneath her when Spike’s strong hand began to gently knead the base of her wings. Now, Celestia’s wings had recovered to their former strength, and so she was feeling lighter when she walked. Spike’s hands along the base of them, however, made her tail nearly stand on end. Celestia had always washed herself in private, ever since she was too old for her mother to wash her in their tub. It had been a challenge at first, learning how to get at all the spots her hands couldn’t reach, but after practicing with some magic, she had gotten the hang of it. She knew which parts of her body were more sensitive than others, and right now, Spike was just casually rubbing up and down her wings like he didn’t know of that sensitivity. He was soft, all right, tickling here and there without applying too much pressure, but Celestia... dear stars above, his touch was driving her up the walls.

“Celestia,” Spike whispered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the splashing of the water. His hands gently glided up and down the feathers of her wings, making sure to get his soapy fingers between each and every cluster of sensitive feathers.

“Y-yes, Spike?” Celestia asked, her body reacting to his touch. Alicorns, unlike normal pegasi and winged unicorns, did not experience “wing-boners” too often. Even less like them, an alicorn did not need sexual stimulation to be rid of such a condition, something that the Wonderbolts found to be an all-too-common source of frustration. However, their bodies did react in very much the same way, and Celestia could feel that happening. Her nerves were bristling in her skin, sensitized and yearning for the dragon’s caresses; her wings began to stiffen, sticking straight out of her back like some sort of ship’s sails. Her nipples, still slightly covered in mud, swelled up and grew rigid, puffing out from her pert breasts like a pair of not-so-little pink signs, saying “come touch me” or something along those lines.

“Done,” Spike said softly into Celestia’s ear, snapping her out of her little self-discovering journey. He was done with her wings already? She didn’t want him to stop; she needed more of his touch. It was driving her completely mad, and she loved every second of it. His nimble fingers, having spent years flipping through pages and scribbling down Twilight’s messages, were divine upon her body.

“Can you... can you scrub my lower back? Please?” she asked, not wanting to admit that she sounded like she was begging. She was a princess: she did not beg, she did not plead, she did not... oh, to Tartarus with that line of thought! She needed his touch all over her body; she wanted to feel his fingertips dance across her pelt like gentle flames. The water cascading over their bodies was cool, not cold, and yet it did little to alleviate the warmth rushing through her body. If Spike had been face-to-face with her then and there, he would have been seeing her blushing tremendously.

“Okay,” Spike said, back, looking down as his hands worked their way along her spine. He could feel Celestia tremble under his touch as he lathered up the small of her back, the softness of her pelt feeling divine under his hands. The mud scrubbed out easily enough with the fair application of soap, revealing more and more of her white, pristine pelt. Spike’s hands travelled further down, caressing the uppermost curves of the princess’s royal rump.

If Spike had to describe Celestia’s rear as he washed the outside of it, several words could aptly do it justice. Plump, soft, round, firm; all of these were more than adequate enough to describe Celestia’s flank. Laying sudsy hands on both sides, where her cutie mark shone like the miniature sun it was, he gently pressed the two large globes together, watching them squeeze up against one another like a pair of two large balloons. Letting them go, he watched them bounce back into place in a rather hypnotizing fashion. Spike would admit he was a fan of breasts; always had been, and always would be. But in his draconic ancestry, males had always been attracted to larger posterior, which made better for the carriage and subsequent internal protection of eggs. He was no different; Celestia’s glorious ass had him losing almost all conscious thought as he continued to scrub her back clean.

Celestia could barely stand upright as Spike caressed her backside. She felt the urge to tell him to slap her, to make her flesh jiggle and bounce beneath soft blows, but her mouth refused to say such words. He was taking initiative as he washed her cutie mark; that wasn’t where she had asked him to wash. “Spike,” she choked out, nearly crying out when his hands found her slender waist and washed up her sides.

“Yes, my princess?” Spike asked, his voice silky smooth as his hands continued their journey upwards. He was no longer in control of his own actions; his mind had been taken over by an instinct as old as hunger, and at times, far more powerful.

Celestia couldn’t even find the words to reprimand him for calling her by her title. “I... I wish for you-,” she began, only for her words to die in her throat. Spike’s hand’s upon having travelled up her sensitive sides, had curled around and found themselves cupping her breasts. He hefted the weight of the globes as if he were a watermelon salesman judging a good crop. Teasing, almost drumming his fingers on their soft undersides; the sheer feeling of his caresses drove a soft whinny to escape from Celestia’s lips. The princess tilted her head back, mouth agape at the feelings, only for Spike to press his own lips against hers. For a moment, time seemed to stand still for Celestia as her mind was assaulted by this tag-team of embraces, and then she responded in kind. Raising her arms up and reaching them behind her, she pulled Spike’s head in closer, intensifying the pressure of the kiss. Unknowingly, or perhaps her intention all along, this gave Spike’s hands more room to maneuver, which he used to his advantage immediately.

His hands gently squeezed her breasts, deforming them under his touch. Sliding his hands along them, he took both of his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them around Celestia’s pert, utterly hypersensitive nipples. Celestia nearly kicked out when he rolled them between said thumbs and forefingers, teasing the large buds as their lips mashed against each other. His torso, clean from the mud, pressed itself firmly against her back and wings, the heat and smoothness of his scales contrasting sharply against the lush pelt of her back. Her wings, still sensitive from his ministrations, were trapped out at her sides by his bulk.

Celestia felt as though her body was on fire, even as her mind struggled to catch up and acknowledge just all that was happening. The soap from Spike’s hands cascaded down her breasts and along her stomach, which heaved with every struggling breath the princess took. Her lungs burned for want of oxygen, but her body wanted Spike more than air, and even though she could still breathe through her nose, she had apparently forgot how to do so.

They broke apart suddenly, Celestia stumbling away slightly; her body cried out in agony as it felt Spike’s presence leave her by herself. Turning around, she saw Spike’s eyes change back to what they had been like a mere minute before they had wandered into the pool. He looked around, as if confused, and that was when Celestia knew what had happened.

Spike had tapped, unknowingly by the looks of it, into his inner alpha male. The way his hands had so causally and yet knowingly traced themselves up and down her body, the way he had somehow known what parts of her body would, upon stimulation, make her feel the greatest sources of pleasure. He remembered what happened, judging from the somewhat horrified look on his face, but was it possible he hadn’t been entirely under the control of his own inner masculinity? Had there been some modicum of control, to where he had been who she was speaking to when they, admittedly few times, exchanged words during her “cleaning”, and not his inner dragon?

“Spike?” Celestia asked, approaching the dragon. “Are... are you all right?”

Obviously not, judging from how he hid his eyes at the sight of her nakedness. “No, Celestia, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what was going on. I couldn’t control myself; please forgiv-,” he said in a rush, only for him to cease blabbering upon the contact of Celestia’s finger on his lips.

“Spike, it is all right,” she said softly, gazing into his frantic and admittedly adorable eyes. “That was rather incredible, though I should think it is your turn to be washed. May I?” she asked, her smile sweet but her thoughts drifting off to somewhere in particular on him that needed washing. Oh, she was such a dirty mare on this island!

“Um, uh... o-okay,” Spike said, tensing up as Celestia’s hands brushed against his chest. He hadn’t even noticed her taking the bar of soap from him, nor had he noticed his back and chest were already clean from the water. Still, he couldn’t help but watch in rapt fascination as Celestia’s breasts jiggled in front of him as she scrubbed his scales.

To say they were flawless would have been a grave insult; they were beyond perfection. He could write songs, ballads, even poems about how they moved, but that side of his brain was either asleep or not focused at the moment. The way they swayed from side to side as Celestia scrubbed his upper abdominal muscles, the way they bounced when she washed him up and down. The water dripping off of them drew his gaze further down, past her taught stomach and down to her...

“Oh my,” Spike thought, a blush blazing through his face with such ferocity he felt as though fire was come out of his very pores. Celestia’s lower body was cleansed of mud, and without her dress, nothing was hidden from him; nothing. Puffy pink lips, surrounded by the stunningly white pelt of her gorgeous legs and taut lower abdomen, glanced up at him every time Celestia’s breasts moved out of the way. He could smell her body in ways he hadn’t known somepony could be detected; his brain, nostrils and blood were boiling with something he was scared of describing. Then, like a minute muscle spasm, he felt something stir beneath his waistline, and even though it was perhaps one of the most perfect times in history for this to happen to him, he suddenly did not want it to happen.

“What? No, boner, stay down, stay down!” he commanded in his mind.

“No,” was the reply.

Celestia, having scrubbed Spike’s torso clean of any and all muddy residue, continued her way down to where, had he been a mammal, his navel would be. His abs sparkled in the light of the sun’s rays as they penetrated through the cascading water, the rigid muscles defined more so than when she had been looking before. Perhaps he was tense? Idly continuing her scrubbing, she reached for surely where the hem of his pant was, only to find... more scales. “Spike, I think you lost your pants in the mud,” Celestia said, keeping her tone absentminded even as her mind raced wildly with what this could mean. “Your underwear as well,” she added.

Spike’s eyes went wide with shock as a sudden extra surge of water swamped the pair of them, the waterfall’s might doubling for a few short seconds before it receded back to its much gentler state.

Celestia, brushing her mane out of her eyes and sneezing a little from the water droplets that had entered her nose, looked up to see most of the mud had been washed away from Spike’s lower body. Indeed, her theory had been correct; his pants and indeed any underwear he had been wearing were gone, likely a victim of that muddy deposition they had wandered through. His toned thighs stood out, along with...

“Oh my,” Celestia said, her eyes locking onto perhaps the stiffest part of Spike’s anatomy. His... well, his dragon shaft stood out, proud and rigid and utterly swollen. It almost looked painful, seeing as it twitched every now and then, as if it were a snake preparing to strike. “An anaconda, by the looks of it,” Celestia muttered to herself, her hands diligently at her sides as she just gazed at the sight before her. Spike’s dragon balls hung pendulously underneath his obsidian-hard arousal, each one easily bigger than a tennis ball.

She had not expected this to happen so... suddenly, even with her “command” that they no longer be separated by clothes or secrets. Here she had thought it would take time and a bit of effort for Spike to show himself in such a state before her. Secretly, she was glad she had been wrong in assuming that. “Spike, is that your tail, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked, smiling sweetly as a little bit of drool rolled out of the corner of her mouth. Good gracious, her body had taken one look at that thing and had gone completely insane. It was taking all of her willpower to not just push him over and drop her awaiting marehood right down onto that thick piece of meat. Her heat wasn’t in full bloom yet, but at that moment, it sure felt like it was.

Spike gulped at that, not able to crack a smile as he looked between his cock and Celestia’s face, her gaze evident enough. He felt as though he would die from embarrassment. “I... I don’t... I’m so-,”

“Spike, you have no reason to be sorry, just as you have no reason to be sorry for cleaning me up so well just a few moments ago,” Celestia said softly as she reached out with both of her hands. “Biology is nothing to ashamed of, my young dragon friend. By the way, you are still a tad dirty, Spike; may I finish cleaning you up?”

Spike gulped again, feeling light-headed from the sheer amount of blood that was no longer flowing into his brain. “S-s-sure,” he finally managed to say. Any other words died in his throat when he saw Celestia’s hand shoot out and place themselves at his groin. One had grabbed onto his shaft and could barely enclose half of its girth in its grip. The other had snaked under and was gently holding onto his dragon balls, gently kneading them with soapy fingers so as to remove any remaining mud.

“Spike, I know this may sound odd to you, but you are most... gifted specimen,” Celestia whispered as she pressed her breasts against his chest, her hands not leaving his cock and balls. Her lower body, however, did not press up against his own; it was more off to the side slightly.

Spike’s curiosity raged for a single moment before being delegated to the back of his mind. He was big... down there? Really? Here he had thought it normal for a cock to be as large as his. It wasn’t like anypony else had ever seen it besides him and now... Princess Celestia. Wow, the princess had not only seen him entirely naked, but was gently caressing him; the movement of her soft hands made his tail stand straight out behind him, mirroring his “second tail” in front of him.

“That, and I have never had the pleasure of handling such gifted anatomical parts before,” Celestia said, unaware of just how stimulating her actions were on the poor dragon. Had she known, perhaps she would have taken it easier on the poor guy.

Wow, when Celestia talked like Twilight, it was such a turn-on for the young dragon. Perhaps, unknowingly, Spike found beauty and brains to be equally attractive qualities, though it was hard for him to separate the two sometimes. Spike felt as though he could barely breathe as her hands tag-teamed his most precious bodily pieces. If he had sweat glands, surely he would have just had buckets of the stuff rolling down his body, disguised by the amount of water cascading over his scales. In fact, the water, Celestia’s soft hands and the ministrations they were performing on him proved to be too much for the young dragon to bear.

“Celesta, I... I... please, I,” he managed to sputter out, something inside of him breaking free of the cage of restraint he had placed it in. His pulse, already quick, surged for a brief moment, and he saw small flecks of imagined light enter his vision. Spike felt like he was going choke on his own spit; it was as if his throat was closing in on itself from the release inside of him.

“Yes, Spike?” Celestia asked, looking Spike deep into his eyes with her own, heavy-lidded ones. She heard him grunt, saw his face screw up in concentration, and then felt something incredibly warm flow over her hand. Looking down, she saw Spike ejaculating everywhere, his thick dragon cum spewing from the flared head of his dick like some sort of mini volcano. It was warm, all right; far warmer than the water flowing over them or even Spike’s latent exuded heat. Some of it squirted a good two feet out, landing in the running water with obscene, sizable splashes. The rest flowed out and ran along the underside of his dick, coating her hand in thick, creamy seed.

He finished a few seconds later, the torrent reducing itself to a mere trickle as the proud shaft receded down to a softer and smaller though no less impressive state, dropping towards the ground like a hanging bat. Celestia removed her hands from Spike’s groin as he looked away, apparently ashamed that he had ejaculated so early from her stimulation. The water washed the remainder of cum and little traces of mud the princess’s that remained, so that both of them were nice and clean.

Celestia, however, glanced at one of her cum-coated fingers and became rather curious. They would undoubtedly explore each other in all manners of sexual ways before her heat was sated, and frankly, she wanted to know what she was getting herself into. She had overheard some of her more promiscuous staff comment that every stallion they dated seemed to “taste different”, so maybe Spike would be something else entirely? So, with Spike’s head turned away, she casually placed one cum-soaked finger in her mouth and sucked off the creamy white stuff.

“Hmm,” she said softly as the rather unique flavor took hold in her mouth. Spike’s essence tasted like... well, it was hard for her to define it. It reminded her of the sweetest of cakes, combined with a smooth creaminess and the slight stickiness that was similar to that of a donut’s frosting. Glancing back at Spike to make sure he wasn’t looking, she licked the rest from her hand, deciding she would definitely have to try some more in the future. Still, when she turned back to face Spike after soaping up her hand with the soap and rinsing it off, he looked rather... downcast.

“Spike, what is so ever the matter?” Celestia asked, gently placing her now-clean hand on his shoulder.

“I... I came too early,” he said, almost sounding like he was going to cry. “I... I didn’t last long. What about when you need me to... stick myself in you? What if I can’t last long enough to please you?” A legitimate concern, in his mind: the whole world was depending upon him having the stamina needed to keep up with a virtual goddess of the star’s sexual drive, and if he failed... yikes.

Celestia was taken aback; he was worried about performance issues, of all things? Why in the world would he worry about something like that? Dragons were known for endurance in all forms, but in the bedroom, an untested dragon was an unsure dragon, and she could not have Spike be unsure of himself when the time came for him to breed her. Perhaps she would have to help him build up his “perceived” endurance with many more... activities? She did know he’d build up stamina quickly, but she could not wear him out before the “big one” arrived.

“Spike, that was your first time ever receiving... what do they call it, a hand job, wasn’t it?” the princess asked.

The dragon nodded, turning back to face her with an apologetic look on his face. In that sorry state, he looked a bit like a puppy that had just broken a small dinner plate and knew they had done something wrong. Oh, he looked so adorably sexy when he pouted like that.

“And, based solely on that performance, you are worried you won’t be able to last with me when the time comes for us to consummate?” Celestia prided herself on at least having some deductive reasoning skills, so perhaps all of the problems with Spike so far could be well and truly solved with talk... and sex. She’d really like it if they were all solvable by sex; hot, dirty, in-your-face sex.

“Well, yes,” Spike said softly. “I can’t fail you or my friends, or the world for that matter, but I... I’m just scared I don’t have the stamina you’ll need from me.”

“Spike, listen to me, and listen close: I have never had sex before, remember?” the princess said, hoping to remind Spike of everything they had already discussed. “I have no idea how it will feel for you to... enter me, but I can assure you of something. No matter how long or short you think you may last, be thankful it is me you are having sex with. I myself will likely last just as long or as short as you, remember, and frankly, there is no other being in the world I would rather have take my virginity than you.”

Spike looked up at her, his eyes lighting up with realization, awe and gratitude. “R-really?”

“Of course, Spike,” Celestia said, gently enfolding him in an embrace. It was not carnal in nature, though it could easily have been so: it was gentle, caring, and comforting, like the hug of a good friend and not a future lover. “Come now, we are clean, and we are closer to that secluded alcove I told you about. We are still a ways off, though, and I would prefer it if we were able to at least find some shelter before the night comes. Besides, I’m hungry; how about you?” She broke away from him when she asked this, and for the first time in his life, a naked pony standing before Spike did not bring embarrassment.

“Famished,” Spike said, feeling the urge to laugh. “I should think we’ll eat once we stop travelling for the day. We’ll sleep easier on full bellies, and we didn’t exactly strain ourselves too much.” So many of his sudden doubts and perceived failures had melted away, just like that, all because Celestia instilled confidence in him and believed him to be the one for her. In fact, that knowledge alone gave him such an uplifting feeling, he could have sworn he was walking on air. But of course he wasn’t: he didn’t have wings, after all.

Walking back and picking up the food bag, he followed his naked princess out of the waterfall’s pool and off through the short, very clean grass. With every step, Celestia’s rump bounced slightly, her breasts swung gently from side to side, and her soft, unearthly wings jostled every now and then. Spike felt drained and yet positively relieved of a pressure he hadn’t known he was keeping in. Celestia, in all of her naked glory, had given him a twinkle of hope, as she was obviously capable of being an inspiration. Then and there, Spike felt inspired to whatever she asked, no matter how dangerous or how degrading it might be. She was good to him in all sense of the word; he only hoped he could do the same for her.

Author's Notes:

OH LORDY, that was fun to write. I hope you all enjoyed it. So, Spike's got a hair trigger? Perhaps Celestia will have to "help" him with that? Stay tuned for more, and don't worry: there likely won't be another chapter for a long time that doesn't have at least some (if not A LOT) of sex in it.