Chapter Nine

History and Recompense

After the “special” night before, Celestia and Spike didn’t speak to each other until almost midday. That was simply because they slept in until that time, the storm enshrouding the island dropping in intensity but never ceasing altogether. The constant patter of the rain above their rocky outcropping meant the pair were more or less trapped until the storm passed, something neither of them terribly minded. They had eaten their fill the night before, they were in a comfortable resting place, and they had each other for company; who could ask for more than that, given the circumstances?

However, in one of the pair’s minds, something had to be done about what had transpired the night before. Specifically, Celestia wondered how she was going to possibly one-up what Spike had done, complete with making him feel utterly in awe of her unused (or nonexistent) sexual skills. Like him, she knew she’d have to build up to it, prodding and gently nudging him in the right direction to where he’d be putty in her hands. But Spike would be expecting something like that to happen right off the bat, so he’d have some sort of mental preparedness awaiting her advances. She would need to lull him into a false sense of security, and then she’d go for the jugular.

Or it was the scrotum, to be precise: it didn’t matter to her. She had to repay him for his little game, so why not be subtle and blatant at the same time?

“Spike, would you like to know something few others do?” Celestia asked as she laid on the ground, thankful that it was soft and rather comfortable.

“Sure; what is it?” the dragon asked, lying next to the princess but keeping his hands to himself. He had a distinct feeling she would try to “thank” him for what had transpired last night, but against his bodies’ wishes, he was going to try and hold out. He wanted to see where any returned affection would go, and just how intense it would become.

“The history of dragons,” the princess said rather simply, twirling an errant end of her mane between her fingers. "There's very little literature on it amongst the sentient species of this world, but we alicorns know much of it by heart, seeing as it has much to do with our own history as well. So, technically, you could say Luna, Cadence and myself are the foremost experts on dragons in the world, outside of the species of course.”

Spike blinked in surprise, having never expected the princess to say something like that. He knew about as much on the history of his kind as did any of his friends, so suffice to say he knew very little. He knew about honor codes, certain rules concerning personal aspects of his life, and the incredible connection between a dragon’s emotional state and their physical state. Other than that... he knew practically nothing. “Well, yeah, I guess,” he said slowly, his brain buzzing with both excitement and curiosity. Did Celestia know secrets of his race that he had never suspected?

“Okay, but to tell you of your species’ history, I need to tell you of another species’, which came about long before the time of your kind, and subsequently, my own.” Celestia didn’t exactly mean to, but her voice took on a slightly mysterious quality, as if trying to tempt Spike to ask questions.

“Well, I don’t exactly have any pressing matters to attend to,” Spike said, sidling up next to Celestia as they looked up at the overhang’s ceiling. “Go ahead.”

“Well, perhaps a demonstration will help with the story, seeing as how much of it is hard to explain with just words,” Celestia said, the magic within her reaching ever closer to what it had been before their arrival. With a wave of her hand and a spark of magic from her horn, the storm outside seemed to fade away as the room darkened, and yet... somehow brightened, as if they could see everything as plain as day. The ceiling shimmered and before Spike knew it, he could have sworn he was looking up at the stars through a telescope. Only... stars didn’t look that big from any point on the world. Their colors radiated off of their massive sizes as the whole universe lay out before him. It was everything and nothing and something at once, and even though he could barely comprehend it all, Spike knew it was a merest fraction of what was all out there.

“Where... where are we?” Spike asked, his breathe almost snatched away by the universal beauty before him. It was almost like Celestia and he were just... floating amongst the stars in the sky.

“We’re still on the island, Spike,” Celestia said as the images whirled around like a kaleidoscope, swirling and shifting into new and wonderful colors. “You just feel as though you are worlds away, a minor side effect of this sort of spell. Now then, let’s go back, to nearly the beginning, but not so close that we may see it. It is, after all, impossible to truly view the beginning of the universe.”

Another wave of her hand, and the tapestry of stars was reduced to a smaller cluster of them, but these were no ordinary stars. These stars were much larger than the sun, so large that they seemed to take up all of space. There were no planets, no asteroids or even comets; just massive stars.

“We alicorns understand much of how the universe began, but as with everything, there is still much more to discover. After the creation of all matter, the universe was in an ever-present state of chaos for an extremely long time. The very first stars after this chaotic period were truly enormous, Spike: so large that they violently exploded upon a premature death, scattering elements to the four cosmic winds. In time, after the universe cooled down and much of the extreme chaos that was began to become apparently organized, things began to coalesce, albeit in a cooler and much more subtly chaotic way. Eventually, planets formed, born of collisions between uncountable pieces of stardust and detritus.”

Spike watched as countless images whirled past them on the ceiling, like images from one of Rainbow Dash’s projector movies sped up beyond belief. Planets colliding, forming larger planets: stars bursting, then amalgamating once more into newer, younger stars. Massive clouds of dust and gas and ice coalescing into comets, asteroids, rings around larger planets; it was all so chaotic, so random, and yet... so beautiful. It was a ballet of creation, spread across the ever-growing vastness of a universe Spike could never hope to truly comprehend.

“Eventually, on a planet not unlike our own, there arose from the primordial ooze of basic elements something entirely knew to the universe,” Celestia continued, zooming in on a blue and red planet, the size of which was similar, if a little bit smaller, than Earth’s. “Life.” A small cell was shown, incredibly similar to that of the ones in Twilight’s textbooks, and then it became two, and then four, and then eight, and more and more until the whole collection of them became something else. Those cells became a larger creature, simple-looking but undoubtedly suited to the world in which it lived. Time flew by in a rush, and the creature continued to change: it grew a carapace not unlike a scorpion, and where it was once limbless it now sprouted many articulated legs, some larger and more defined than others. All ended in something akin to pincers, though the main pair in front were far larger and more powerful-looking than any of the others. The head enlarged as the body lengthened, and as the eyes grew in size, so did the rest of the body.

“This is the ancestor of the first rulers of the cosmos,” Celestia said as the creature followed a small group of its kind out of the water and onto dry land. Strange, bulbous-looking things that could only be plants enshrouded the surface of the planet, with volcanos and canyons dotting the ever-changing landscape. Odd-looking creatures inhabited these trees, looking like an insectoid version of hawks. These seemed to prey on the small, scurrying creatures that had left the seas behind and had evolved to live on land.

Continents shifted and scores of rogue comets bombarded the surface, but the creatures lived on, their evolutionary path continuing as they did so. Former paddles became rear legs, much like the front ones but thicker and more able to support their weight on land. They grew larger still, from frog-size to giants equal to a large crocodile or shark, large enough that many of their old predators wouldn’t have stood a chance against them. Now, they stood no more than three or four feet tall when standing up on all of their legs, but they remained a quadrupedal species, growing to lengths of twenty feet or greater, and it seemed to be working just fine for them. Originally loners, they soon started living in something akin to prides or family groups, with one dominant male and several smaller females, with their offspring, making up said group.

Their world was still a very hostile place to live, even with these creature's evolutionary growth spurts. Massive packs of what seemed to be a spider version of lions roamed plains, preying on all but the largest of creatures. Scores and scores of large flying creatures lived in the mountains, swooping down on unsuspecting prey living in the valleys and plains around them. The waters teemed with life, much of it looking rather bizarre, and in some cases, deadly to anything that came near them. It was a harsh but thriving world, a world in which the survival of the fittest was a necessity and not a concept.

Then, something unique happened. The horizontal creatures, whatever they were called, picked up sticks and rocks and learned to better fend off predators with them, thus increasing their rates of survival. In time, these stick became pointed, the creatures lived in larger groups, and soon enough, they were joining together to take down massive insectoid creatures that could have fended off hydras and manticores.

Soon enough, the small villages became cities, surrounded by high walls. Civilizations arose and merged almost as fast as they disappeared into the dustbin of time. Technology advanced, city-states became kingdoms, kingdoms became empires, empires fell and republics grew in their wake. It was all eerily reminiscent of the history of Earth’s many civilizations; they were never static, always changing, always moving along with time.

Time sped on, and in the blink of cosmic time, these creatures went from simple stick-wielding tribes to, to technocratic republics with elected leaders, to... something indescribable. They were in space, floating around in forms that were so unlike their own, and yet... they were the same creatures that had learned to so long ago fight off predators with sticks. In groups or by themselves, they colonized the universe, moved stars and planets and even black holes with nary a flick of their largest appendages, many times without so much as touching the object in question. Galaxies formed under their care, with stars coalescing into spirals, rings and other fantastic shapes.

On a very large but otherwise unassuming star, one being moved by a literal flotilla of the creatures, a crack formed.

“Wait, stars can’t crack,” Spike said, confused by the sudden change in the laws of physics. If Twilight had been watching this, the sheer impossibility of the sudden change in the star’s behavior might have given her an aneurism.

“A regular star, yes: they cannot crack in the same sense as an egg or a rock, but this was no ordinary star,” Celestia said as the crack on the special star continued to grow. The cosmic rulers backed away, curious as to what was happening. They seemed wary, and yet, at the same time... curious and relaxed, as if expecting something wonderful to happen. From the cracking star emerged several forked tails, and then two pairs of wings; many legs and talon-tipped fingers followed, and then in a silent motion, a single massive head emerged from the star, causing it to crumble in on itself and disappear completely.

“Hweyha, the first dragon.” Celestia said simply as the creature unfurled its wings and tails to their fullest. “Your kind, Spike, was born in the fiery heart of an aging and magical star.” It seemed to be too large to comprehend, larger than a normal star and by far larger than any planet. In fact, it looked like it could swallow the entirety of the Earth as if it were nothing more than a grain of salt.

The dragon looked around all of space with ten enormous yellow eyes, its massive head both terrifying and intriguing Spike. He felt a tremor of fear and a strange sense of familiarity travel up his spine as he saw the cosmic dragon survey those that stood before it. From all over the universe, the current rulers came to the dragon, gathering in numbers as uncountable as the grains of sand on all the world’s beaches. Then, in an instant, the great dragon smiled and the creatures landed on its hide, working their way onto the scales and clearing away cosmic debris. Many came to rest upon its snout and seemed to vibrate every now and then, as if communicating with it on some unknown level, seeing as sound did not travel through space.

“What are they doing?” Spike asked. Hweyha didn’t seem to mind the scores of beings crawling all over it; in fact, it seemed to enjoy it. They worked together, moving asteroid belts, forming planets, pushing wayward black holes into the supermassive black holes in the centers of many galaxies; all of this without so much as arguing or disagreeing. They truly were working in a harmony Spike had never truly seen before; it was almost as if they were of one mind and one body, extensions of a greater collective will.

“We are not sure, as even the oldest dragons did not remember much of their progenitor and the ones that came before them,” the princess said softly. “Much of this is based off of folklore in galactic dragon culture, and even much of that is shrouded in secrecy and the decaying effects of deep time. We do know this, though; for countless years these rulers lived and worked with Hweyha, shaping and caring for the cosmos and then, just like that... they vanished.”

“What happened to them?” the dragon beside her asked as the image showed the rulers of the universe simply fade away like a dream. They had seemed so powerful, and yet so serene, as if their entire existence had been devoted to nothing more than creating, caring for and maintaining... everything, really. In that moment, though judging by Celestia’s words it would be a futile notion, Spike wished that he could meet one.

“Nopony, or dragon for that matter, knows,” Celestia said. “We believe they may have moved on to a higher plane of existence; that they may be watching us now and, somehow, in some way, influencing our lives for the better. It was all they seemed to do in this life, so it is not unreasonable to assume they would be doing the same in another.”

She cleared her throat as the image changed again. “Hweyha, for the first time in its life, was alone, and without the friends it had come to know through the universe’s first rulers. Sad and despondent at its loss, it began to wither and die.” On the ceiling, the mighty cosmic dragon curled up like a dog on a rug, tail and wings tucked close to the body. Its color began to fade, and the more time progressed, the more unhealthy the leviathan looked. Tiny flakes began to form on the massive being, and upon the image zooming in, Spike couldn’t believe his eyes.

Dragons, great and small, of an infinite array of colors, shapes and sizes, were emerging from Hweyha’s very scales like freshly-matured bees emerging from their honeycombs. These dragons looked upon their creator with many a gracious smile and love, and so did not leave Hweyha, even as it continued to die. More dragons formed from what died off of Hweyha, and after countless more eons, the original dragon that was Hweyha... was no more. All that existed was a vaguely dragon-shaped cloud of dragons, all living together in one giant, free-floating community.

And then, just like that, they began to separate, some by themselves and others in groups. These galactic dragons flew off into the great unknown, establishing themselves as rulers of planets, solar systems, entire galaxies. Many were violent at first, as had been the universe’s first rulers when they were just beginning as a species, but in time, their behavior changed. They became benevolent, gentle, kind; they created and nurtured instead of destroying and ravaging. Countless civilizations arose under their care, spreading far and wide across the galaxies. Soon enough, the powers and forms of the dragons had eclipsed their old ones, just as the Primordials (as Spike now called them) had with their own. The universe was a thriving community of gentle and kind dragons and their cared-for civilizations, and then...

It all disappeared. Spike almost cried out as the images fell away into nothingness and the room brightened once more. The dragon found he was still on the island with Celestia, and the storm was still rumbling over them all. Rain continued to fall down outside of their secluded little alcove, and as Spike turned to look at Celestia, she smiled at him.

“So... did you like your history lesson, Spike?” Celestia asked as she traced a finger between the indentations of his pectorals. Now was the time to strike; he was confused, intrigued, and so utterly dazzled by what he had seen that he would be utter putty in her hands.

“I... uh... well.... wow,” Spike said, feeling as though his mind was spinning at millions of miles per hour. “What about the history of your kind? The alicorns?”

“That will come at a later date, if you’re still interested,” the princess said, drinking in Spike’s masculinity. When she was too close to him, and in such a mood, she couldn’t help but revel in the deep attraction Spike induced within her. “I thought you’d prefer to learn a bit more about your own kind first. So... any thoughts?”

“That... that was my kind’s history? We dragons came from the first dragon, which was birthed in the heart of an enormous and magical star?” Spike was utterly impressed by what he had seen; he would love to learn history, or anything really, in that manner.

“More or less,” Celestia said as she rolled over, so that her body was on top of Spike’s own. “Did you like my spell?”

“It... it was amazing,” Spike said, his brain trying to comprehend both his newfound knowledge and the fact that Celestia’s naked body was pressing down on his own. “Twilight could sure take a lesson from you in presentation; her lessons are always boring.”

“Well, she has not yet had time to master that spell, nor will she live long enough to have personally witnessed much of history,” the alicorn princess said. “I have been alive for more than a few thousand years, Spike, but our kind’s understanding of the universe is not yet near what it was during the height of the dragon’s power, and not even close to that of the Primordials.”

“So that is what they are called?” Spike asked as he felt some of his blood draining from his brain. Seriously, Celestia needed to get off of him, or else something might come between them: literally. “That’s the name I thought for them; it seemed the most... fitting.” What else would you call the very first rulers of the universe, beings so kind and benevolent that they seemed to defy explanation?

“Well, mister dragon, I do say you are a most attentive listener,” Celestia said as she slowly slid her body up and down Spike’s, her large and perky breasts dragging across his chest. The dragon’s eyes were continuously increasing in apparent size, and if it weren’t for the fact that cartoon physics had no application to the real world, they might have grown to the size of balloons and then popped.

“Celestia... what... hey... uh,” Spike tried to say, but his words just tumbled out of his mouth with no real conviction or coherence.

Celestia ignored what he had to say and slowly slid her body lower, and lower, her breasts trailing down Spike’s hard body. Soon enough, her large globes had nestled themselves over his groin, eclipsing his genitals from his view.

“Spike, I know you must be feeling confused, but do not fret,” the princess said as she rubbed her breasts with her hands, pumping them up and down the length of Spike’s inner thighs. “Think of this as a... “reward” for listening to me so closely and, might I add, patiently. And maybe as a bit of... comeuppance, for the events of last night.”

Slowly but surely, Spike’s arousal grew rigid and utterly erect at Celestia’s bobbing breasts. The princess, upon seeing it reach its full and utterly impressive height in front of her, let her breasts fall from her hands and placed one to steady herself on Spike’s thigh. With her other hand, she tenderly grasped Spike by his shaft and began to slowly move it up and down, the softness of her palm easily sliding over it.

The poor dragon leaned his head back and groaned as Celestia’s motions made his blood boil, even as it drained from other parts of his body and pooled down in his groin. His erection flexing in time with her ministrations, Spike felt helpless to stave back the release building in him. In mere moments, it would-

“Celestia,” he managed to croak out as a geyser of semen erupted from his penis, causing the princess to fall backwards, startled by the sudden release. Spike moaned, burying his face in his hands even as more of his cum flowed out and all over his penis, like hot wax rolling down a candle’s sides. He had done it again: they had barely started, and he had already released.

Damn it.

The poor dragon couldn’t even bring himself to look at Celestia, being as embarrassed as he was. In fact, if he had been looking, he might have seen a rather peculiar expression flicker across her face.

“Celestia, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hold it back, I-,” Spike began, only for something soft and very wet to flicker over the length of his cock. Peeking through his fingers, Spike saw a sight he couldn’t have imagined merely a week ago.

Celestia was licking his spent semen off of his body, her tongue performing long, gentle strokes. She seemed entirely into it, almost... enthusiastic. Along his cum-spattered thighs, around the globes where his dragon balls rested, and on the lower portion of his stomach; she was licking him clean in an eerily similar manner to what he had done to her the night before.

Spike let his hands drop from his face, his eyes taking in the sight before him, but his befuddled brain suddenly unable to process just exactly what he was seeing. Celestia... licking him... oh, it was more than enough to make his wilting arousal spring back up again, blood pumping into it more than ever before. The bobbing of her head with every sensual lick, the gentle and utterly fascinating way both of her breasts swayed in time with her motions; the utterly sultry look she was giving him every time they made eye contact.

Spike knew he wasn’t dead, but if it turned out he was, he wouldn’t be able to tell if this was a reward for a life well served, or a punishment for something he couldn’t remember doing.

Before long, not only was all of his cum gone from his lower body, excluding his shaft, of course, but also Celestia was licking her lips in a rather savory manner, as if she had just finished a piece of a very sweet cake.

“Mmm, you have a very delicious taste, mister dragon,” Celestia said, the purr from her voice making Spike’s dick twitch slightly of its own accord. She looked down at his rigid shaft, dragon cum still covering much of him. “Oh my, it seems I missed most of it,” she purred again, the low notes making Spike clench his fingers into the rocks under his hands. “I guess I’ll have to... finish cleaning it up.”

Before Spike could say another word, Celestia descended once again on him, her tongue flickering out and lapping at him. She started at his thick base, swirling her tongue around him like it were the world’s largest and most erotic popsicle. She’d even stick her whole mouth on it sideways, as if she were trying to fit a cucumber into her mouth the wrong way. Spike didn’t mind; in fact, he didn’t care, or was even capable of speech right there. Celestia’s tongue and lips were so soft, so mesmerizingly gentle on his shaft, that he could have sworn he felt his heart pumping more blood down to his nether region.

Soon enough, Celestia had finished with the longest part of the dragon dick before her; that left the crown, a thick mushroom-shaped cap that almost reminded her of a little top hat. Almost giggling to herself, she lowered her lead once more and, this time, sucked in the very tip of the cap.

The rocks under Spike’s hands were crushed into powder as his hands balled into fists, the poor bits of compact sediment never even knowing what had just happened. Spike’s tail, so lazily laying alongside him, slowly stiffened, swinging around behind him so that it looked like a rolled up sleeping bag was connected to his ass.

Spike muffled a whimper, not out of some sense of preventing his feelings from being known, but because his vocal cords couldn’t seem to work. Celestia sucked on the tip of his throbbing erection as though it were a milk bottle for a foal. The sudden image of Celestia suckling on something, particularly a large milk-producing breast, sent Spike’s brain into a sort of paralysis-induced trance.

As the princess continued to nurse from Spike’s glans, the princess kept her eyes open and looked down at the throbbing piece of meat in front of her, unsure if to continue or try something else. She didn't think it'd fit all the way in her mouth, and she really didn't want to try that, as any failure would likely kill the mood. Seeing Spike’s hole through which he had so recently expunged his delicious semen, Celestia sucked in the tip and, with an accuracy she didn’t know her tongue possessed, she flicked the tip into the tiny little hole. Granted, it didn’t go far by any sense of the word, but the effect on Spike was immediate; one of his hands flung out and embedded itself into the rock wall next to him, cracks forming from where the impact occurred.

Celestia looked up at Spike, a bemused smirk gracing her features. “Come now, Spike, those rocks never did anything to you,” she said, her voice barely above that of a whisper but perfectly audible in the dragon’s ears. “Come now, enjoy your prize.” She enveloped the entirety of his glans once more, her saliva rolling out of the corners of her mouth and down the length of Spike’s throbbing shaft. In the back of her mind, Celestia did wonder just how endowed Spike was when compared to stallions in her country, but something instinctual told her he was far larger than what you may call “normal”.

Then, entirely by accident, the princess bit slightly into the cock in her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing underneath the swollen head. It was entirely instinctual, though on a very deep level Celestia had been wondering if the sudden sensation would push Spike over once again. She hadn’t meant for it to occur; it just... had. Suffice to say, it did push Spike over the edge, but not nearly in the way she had thought it would. Spike somehow jumped backwards into the rock wall, completely removing himself from her mouth in one swift stroke, and shouted in a surprised yelp.

“Hey, what was that for?” he asked, the volume in his tone rising considerably. If he had been a bit younger, it might have cracked.

“I... I don’t know, I wasn’t entirely aware that... hurt,” Celestia confessed, wiping some of her excess saliva from her lips. Truth be told, she didn’t think it’d be a nice feeling to have teeth pressed into one’s dick, but then again, how was she to know every kink and fetish a stallion, or in this case a dragon, had? Besides, it was an accident; it had been almost instinctual to just... bite down on something going into her mouth. Luckily for her she had a lover whose skin, or scales to be honest, couldn’t possibly be penetrated in any way by her teeth.

“Well, it didn’t hurt, but... you scared me!” Spike said, clutching his dick in a rather comically protective manner. “I don’t want my... thing anywhere near your mouth if you’re in a biting mood!” Considering what they had been doing (and were destined to do) on this island, it was kind of immature for Spike to not refer to his dick as, well, his dick. Then again, his mind didn’t care about maturity at that point; it cared about avoiding bodily harm.

“Spike, just calm down,” Celestia said as the dragon removed himself from the rock wall, a small and unfamiliar feeling rising from her gut. It was a rather ugly emotion, something she did not remember feeling on the island... or ever since the failed invasion of her kingdom. “I know you didn’t like that, but it was an accident; I’m sorry.”

“Really?” Spike asked, arching an eyebrow. “Or are you just saying that to get me to have sex with you?” He hadn’t meant it to sting like that, but he was scared and lashing out at the only being on this island that he could talk to. Overall, likely not the smartest decision he could have made.

Celestia harrumphed, her voice rising slightly in pitch. “Are you saying I’d make a hollow apology like some common tart, just to get sex?” Regal attitude went out the window when passions flared, even more so when said passions were currently being used in an argument.

Yep: definitely not a smart decision on the dragon’s part. Spike blanched at her words: Celestia’s voice, when angry, was one thing. When she was indignantly enraged, it was almost... painful to experience. It was like you hurt, simply because she was hurting as well. “I... I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, you didn’t mean, did you mister dragon?” Celestia asked, her eyes taking on a pink hue as her demeanor rapidly changed. Her nostrils flared, her wings stood in a full (and rather intimidating) stance, and her hands balled up into fists. “You didn’t mean to insult my honor with such a derogatory remark? You didn’t mean to just... yell at me after I made an honest mistake? I can’t know everything about everything, dragon! I may be an alicorn, Spike, but I’m still a pony, and still a mare, with feelings.”

Spike didn’t know what to say to that; this was a very emotionally deep part of Celestia he hadn’t quite seen before. Insecure and afraid? In the poor dragon’s head, these sides of her just... didn’t suit her at all. It was as though she were another mare entirely, and not the princess he had come to know and develop... feelings for.

“Why can’t you just accept that I can’t be the perfect pony everypony else thinks I am?” the princess asked, her hands sliding down her cheeks like some overdramatic actress. “I’ve never known physical love in my entire life, and now that I have you doing all of this for me; yet for you to yell at me for making just one little mistake, due to my inexperience, is just... just... just... mean!”

Judging from the sudden change in her voice, Spike wasn’t sure if she was going to maul him, start crying, or straight up force herself onto him like a deranged psycho. At this point, all three options seemed rather scary. “L-look, look, I’m sorry, okay?” he said, raising his hands in surrender as Celestia’s mane, which had mere moments ago been flying around like there was a strong breeze, settled back behind her head. Her eyes lost their pinkish glow as well, though why they had turned pink, Spike didn’t know. Her wings folded back behind her, but it seemed that “angry” Celestia had given way to something else. “I’m s-sorry for yelling at you, okay? I... I got scared was all. I didn’t mean to just... make you feel bad, okay?”

“You... you sure?” Celestia asked, her voice losing its confidence and bravado. Now she sounded rather... meek, if that was possible. Such a sudden mood swing was something the young dragon was not at all familiar with, but it did ring a bell. He had spent a long time in Ponyville, and sure as sunshine, had seen more than his fair share of strange behavior patterns in mares, especially during certain times of the year...

The realization that he may have seen this exact sort of behavior before made something click in Spike’s head; of course! It may have been a sudden occurrence, but Spike could have slapped himself for not seeing the signs sooner. “Celestia, are you... feeling horny right now? More so than you might, given our... situation?”

“Well, kind of, if that’s okay with you,” the princess said, kneeling and putting her hands demurely in her lap. “I... I don’t know what to do, I’m so new at all of this, even my niece is more learned than I, I-,”

“Do you think it could be your heat starting up early?” the dragon asked, praying to some god, Hweyha for all he cared, that this could work. He hated having to interrupt her, but he had a slight feeling that if she started down a path like that, then she’d never stop. He didn’t want a crying Celestia; his cultural “conditioning” to love and obey his princess made it hurt him possibly more than it hurt her. To her it was an emotional state; to him, it was not only that, but a bizarrely physical ache to see her so despondent like this.

“I... I guess so,” the princess said, looking up at Spike with big eyes and a small pout. She would have looked downright adorable if it weren’t for the fact she had just been screaming at him and had almost bit him in the dick. That, and Spike didn’t find crying to be cute; just sad.

“Here, I have an idea,” Spike said, closing the distance between them and kneeling down to look Celestia in the eyes. “I know you feel horny right now, but I need you to come back to me; the real you, not this... mood-swinging mare that just yelled at me. I want the Celestia that came to this island with me, the one who has been with me through all of our trials and triumphs so far. Think you can do that for me?”

“Do you really?” the princess asked.

“Of course I do,” Spike said softly. “I care about you and don’t want you to feel sad or alone anymore. I’m here now; please come back to me.”

As soon as Spike finished his little reassurance, something about Celestia changed. Her demureness vanished, and for a brief second, confusion and regret flickered across her face. Then her mouth opened wide in a gasp, she looked Spike directly in the eyes and pulled him into an impressively strong hug.

“Oh Spike, I’m so sorry,” she said, this time definitely sounding like she might cry. “I’m sorry I brought you into this. I had no choice, what with all the mistakes I’ve made, the plans I never bothered to adapt, but... it wasn’t meant to be this soon!”

“This soon? Your heat? Is that what just happened?” the dragon asked, wondering why he felt like he could barely breath.

Oh, right: Celestia’s massive melons pressing into his chest. Damn they were soft...

“You saw what was only the briefest glimpse of what is to come, Spike,” the princess said, breaking their hug to look him in the eyes once more. “I can barely control my more... primal and emotional sides when my heat is in full effect. It is the price we alicorns pay for being so powerful, for being able to live for so long. But, for it to come this soon, and to just... override my control like that, if only for those few moments, I... I..."

“Hey, hey, come on now, it’s not your fault,” Spike said, gently wiping away a small tear from the corner of her eye. “You weren’t expecting that to happen, any more than I was expecting it. How could either of us been prepared for... that?” To be honest, Spike could see a problem in the near future; when Celestia became like that, if that “side” managed to take control, if even for a short while, how in Tartarus as he going to respond to it if things got out of control?

“But... what if it happens when we least expect it, like it did just now?” Celestia asked, pressing her cheek into Spike’s outstretched palm to comfort herself. “What if it happens... while we are... making love? How are you going to handle me when I won’t even be able to handle myself?”

“Celestia, Celestia, we’ll think of something,” Spike said as he pulled her head to his chest, her own arms pulling him into a returned hug. “Come on, it couldn’t be as bad as you say, now could it? I mean, you’re Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria, and from what I saw, an heir to a tradition of grace, power and kindness that has been around since before even dragons were in existence. If you let this little hiccup in your life control you as you fear it may, then what does that make you?”

“Weak?” the princess asked. “Useless? Pathetic?” Celestia was never one to indulge in a pity-party, but at that moment, she just couldn’t help herself.

Pity parties, by the way, were Pinkie Pie’s least favorite kind of party.

“No, flawed,” Spike said softly. “We are all flawed, Celestia, in our own ways. It is what makes us perfect at being who we are. To be perfect in every single way is, well, plain boring. Flaws, great or small, make you who you are. All you need to do... is accept them. I’ve more or less accepted mine, and you just need to accept yours is all.” For an extremely powerful and long-lived being like Celestia, perhaps teaching humility was not always the forefront in their education as youngsters. Why should they? They practically ruled the universe, and being heirs to such a tradition, maybe they had just forgotten a few of the simpler aspects of interacting with others.

Even as she took comfort in Spike’s embrace, Celestia felt a slight chill travel up through her spine and into her wings. Spike’s philosophical and caring side was rather... comforting; more so than she might have guessed. Of course, though, when you’ve grown up with mares all your life, you tend to pick up on the perceived “feminine” trait of talking about your feelings with others. Stallions, in a broad sense, tended to keep their feelings to themselves, which could be good or bad, depending on the stallion in question.

But Spike was no stallion: he was a dragon, and in her fluttering heart, Celestia felt an emotion she had trouble describing. It was like the love she felt for her sister and niece, a deep kind of love, but this... this went deeper. It felt like it fell past the core of her being and strayed into her very soul.

“Spike,” Celestia whispered, pulling her head up and out of his arms. “You... you truly are a marvelous creature.”

The dragon shrugged, smiling in a somewhat sheepish manner. “Comes with the territory of being the only known dragon raised by ponies, I guess.”

“No, no, I’m serious,” Celestia said. “You... you are truly a gift to this world, Spike. Somehow, in some way, I think you’ll understand what I mean.” She couldn’t quite explain exactly what she was talking about, or even what it all meant; she was running mostly on emotion here, after all.

“Well... okay,” Spike said, not entirely sure if he should pursue the subject. Perhaps, for another time, they could discuss this. “So... now what?”

Celestia looked down slowly, seeing a very familiar (and still-pulsating) thing within her grasp. “Once you’re up after a quick release, you don’t wither quickly, do you?” she asked, giggling slightly in spite of herself.

Spike glanced down at himself, completely forgetting just aroused he had been mere minutes before. “Oh, uh... yeah, sorry about that,” he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I uh, I’ve seemed to become rather swollen. Do you... do you think you could help me out?”

Spike’s sheepish grin was somewhat roguish, even if he didn’t know it. Celestia felt her rump tremble slightly as a shiver passed through her body. “I can help, of course,” she said slowly. “But first, I’m going to need you to get on all fours.”

Spike’s eyes bulged slightly; Celestia may have been hot, but did... did she really just get kinky? Spike didn’t know whether he liked where this was going or not. If anything was going to happen to him he didn;t like, then the deal was off; he didn't want her to do anything with his bu-

“Trust me,” Celestia said as she lay back on the softer mushrooms once more, her wings spread out to her sides like an angel’s. “Crawl over me, slowly.”

Getting the message (and subsequently erasing a bizarre mental image from his brain), Spike did as he was told. Getting down on his hands and knees, he slowly crawled over Celestia, his still-hard cock lightly grazing over her stomach until, at last, it lay atop one of her large breasts. His hands were alongside her head, though thankfully her mane was not under them. It wouldn’t do Spike any good to accidentally pull on the princess’s mane now, would it?

“I want you to trust me with using my mouth again, Spike,” Celestia began. “But first, I’m going to need you to try something else.”

“What’s that?” the dragon asked, wondering why her gaze seemed... mischievous.

“Rub the head of your... dragonhood on my nipples,” the alicorn said, her hands coming up and pressing her breasts together, the action deforming their perfect shape slightly. She couldn’t bring herself to say the word “cock”, but this seemed a bit more... romantic than crude.

Spike stared down dumbly at the princess for a few moments before doing as he was told. Holding himself up with one hand and firmly grasping his aching shaft with another, he began to do as he was told. Pushing his tip against the erect little buds, he began to work the sensitive flesh with his own, the small circular motions around the edges of the areola eliciting soft sighs from Celestia.

“Am I doing this right?” Spike asked after a few minutes. This didn’t exactly feel like something he’d want to do in the future, but it wasn’t a chore in the slightest; more like... meh.

“Well, I can’t see how you could be possibly doing it wrong,” Celestia replied, looking from the hard cock to her breasts. Truth be told, other than the minor stimulation Celestia was feeling (it being nothing compared to when Spike suckled her the night before), this wasn’t doing much for her. Maybe she just needed for him to put it somewhere else?

“Put it between them.” Celestia never liked using a commanding tone with her subjects, but here, in this situation, it was the perfect tool to get Spike to do as she wished.

“Between what?” the slightly confused dragon asked. He didn’t think putting it between her nipples would really do anything more than just look weird.

“My breasts, silly,” the princess said with a giggle. “Come on now, you’re more than long enough to not just... vanish in there.” Oh, he was more than long enough; thick enough too, judging from the heft he had whenever he moved that big meat stick.

Spike did as he was told, inserting his cock between the tightly-pressed breasts before him. The effect was almost instant: Spike’s balls twitched as they rested on Celestia’s utterly soft pelt. Her pillows enveloped him so greatly, and with such a wonderful feeling, that he had to steady himself with both hands. It was like having your dick hugged by a cloud made of soft love, or the world’s most expensive and fabulous pillows.

Oh yeah: Spike could definitely get used to a treatment like this.

“How does it feel?” Celestia asked, the heat from the shaft between her mounds feeling unearthly.

“A-a-amazing,” Spike croaked out, wondering why they hadn’t tried this sooner. Then again, it had only been a few days since they started these sexual acts, but still; this beat out a hand job any day of the week. “It’s... it’s so soft...”

“Mmm, I bet,” the princess said as she firmly grasped her breasts with both hands. “What about this?”

She began to alternately pump her breasts up and down Spike’s length, and for the dragon, his world began to collapse. All of his nerves felt nothing, save for those centered around his groin. To him, the entire world was just him, Celestia, and the amazing things she was doing to him with her breasts. He had no choice but to move his body in time with her pumps, but to do so, he had to sit up.

Celestia never would have thought it, but what she was doing... it was rather fun, to be honest. Not just the sex part, which to her was incredibly enjoyable to partake in, but how Spike was reacting; he had his hands on her breasts, letting her do all the pumping, but the cute if slightly pained expression on his face made her feel all warm and tingly inside. As she continued to pump, she noticed he started to do the same, his hips snapping forward in small but measured strokes. He was holding back, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Switching things up, Celestia began to pump both of her breasts at the same time, causing the dragon above her to start panting in time with his own minute thrusts. Celestia even found it somewhat cute how his cock’s cap would almost reach her chin on her downwards stroke, only to nearly vanish into the tight confines of her glorious bosom.

Spike was operating on instinct now, and loving the feeling of it. It was all he could do to not just pump as fast and hard as he could. So, instead, his hands began to knead Celestia’s tender mammaries, his thumbs flicking the nipples for good measure. Inside of him, he was building up again, and with every thrust, he knew he was reaching a closer and closer release. His lungs ached for want of oxygen; his muscles were burning with the tension of holding back his release.

“Celestia, I... I...” he tried to say, only for the alicorn princess’s next actions to throw him for a loop.

Raising her head, Celestia let his “other” head enter her mouth just enough so that his glands had disappeared. Then, she sucked on him: hard.

Right then and there, Spike released, his seed flowing freely into his lover’s waiting maw. Cock bulging from the amount flowing through, balls twitching as they unleashed their load: the dragon felt it all happen. Celestia, to her still technically-virgin credit, was able to swallow a good portion of it before having to let go of his cock, the last vestiges of his seed spilling out over her chin and neck. Spike, exhausted, fell backwards and off of his princess, feeling as though he had just run the length and breadth of the island... twice.

Celestia gleefully swallowed and licked herself clean of his cum, the taste growing on her as she did so. She’d have to do something like that more often. Well now, that had to be at least equivalent to two of his “services” the other night. Sitting up as fixing her mane, she saw Spike laying there, completely out of it. He looked tired, the kind where you’re not sleepy, but you just don’t want to move for a while.

“Well Spike, how was that?” she asked.

All Spike could do was mumble a small “wow”. Celestia, suddenly a bit famished, crawled over to the food bag and ate a few cherries. She would have offered something to Spike, but seeing as how he could barely move at that moment, she thought it best to just let him rest.

Besides, she needed her strength; no doubt the dragon was planning her own “gift’ even as he sat there.

(In case you were wondering what the Primordials sort of looked like...)

(The big guy, not the smaller one about to get eaten.)

Author's Notes:

Well, we get a bit of intricate and meaningful world-building... and then sex. Glorious, glorious sex. I mean, I really like writing the history to this story, but I just love writing this for all of you guys. It makes me happy to write, especially when it also relaxes my mental psyche from the stresses of real life.

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