Chapter 16

Twilight’s Old Room, The Royal Palace

Spike rubbed the crust from his eyes as he slowly rose from bed. Delmira was still fast asleep beside him, snoring softly as she often did. He took a moment to appreciate just how adorable she looked all tangled up in the bed sheets. The serene smile on her face indicated that she was enjoying whatever dream she was having: the topic of which Spike could only hazard a guess.

The young dragon lord shivered slightly when he placed his bare feet upon the marble floor and left the warm, welcoming confines of his luxurious bed. Despite his acclimation to living completely in the nude for many months, he still felt a noticeable chill in the early morning air.

Part of the reason was that Canterlot was nowhere near as far south of the planet’s equator as Brimstone. As such, the climate, while still pleasantly warm, lacked the heat and humidity that Spike was accustomed to. The other reason was that it was still early enough in the morning that the sun was just beginning to rise.

While the three of them had indeed gone to bed together, Spike immediately noticed Ember’s absence. Such behavior was not at all unusual for the princess: she had always been an early riser. In fact, more often than not, he was as well. The two of them preferred to train at dawn, bathe, and then eat breakfast once they were finished. Early morning calisthenics helped to get the blood flowing and awakened the mind, amongst other things.

Spike took a moment to stretch his muscles and crack any bones that had become stiff overnight. After feeling his back loosen up with a satisfying pop, he padded over to the bathroom to wash his face and empty his bladder. A few splashes later, he wiped his face on a monogramed towel and took a moment to look around the room. It had been several years since the last time he’d seen the inside of it.

The room had originally been set aside as living quarters for both he and Twilight while she was attending Celestia’s Academy for Gifted Youngsters. Back then, there had been two twin-sized beds instead of single king sized one but otherwise; the room remained exactly how he’d remembered it.

Twilight firmly insisted on having separate beds the very first day they arrived. It wasn’t because the two of them didn’t get along; it was simply due to the fact that his sister had deeply ingrained habits and rituals when it came to her personal space. Nowadays, Spike didn’t mind sharing a bed at all… because it meant that he had the privilege of being sandwiched between two beautiful naked women.

While the room was fairly spacious, it wasn’t nearly large enough to accommodate the intense physical training that Ember preferred without disturbing the other occupants. Considering that he couldn’t hear anything else other than Delmira snoring, it was pretty safe to assume that Ember had gone elsewhere for her morning exercises. Her absence was only made even more alarming due to the fact that they had only just arrived at the palace by rail the night prior.

With a heavy sigh, Spike clambered out of the room in order to search for Ember’s whereabouts. As he rounded the corner, he felt someone bump into him with a soft thud. The poor maid cried out in pain as she fell flat on her ass onto the marble floor below. Spike winced as he cursed his inattentiveness. He hoped that whoever he ran into wasn’t hurt too badly.

The maid in question was Silver Platter, who also happened to be the older cousin of Silver Spoon. Her gunmetal grey hair was tied up in a neat little bun that ended just above her neck. She was short, slender, and had a beautiful pair of amber eyes that lit up whenever she got excited.

“Are you ok?” Spike asked.

Silver was about to grasp his hand… until she noticed his rather obvious state of undress. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she froze in place. Time seemed to come to a screeching during that agonizingly awkward moment. She had no idea what to do next.

Like the rest of the palace staff, Silver had been informed about Lord Spike and his entourage several days before they arrived at the palace. However, within that very same announcement, Princess Luna (some would say whimsically) proclaimed that it was customary for their Wyvertii guests to live completely in the nude. The nocturnal princess had also made it abundantly clear that the three of them were not to be harassed about their lifestyle under any circumstances.

For Silver, it was one thing to be told about such a… disconcerting cultural practice, and quite another to see with her own eyes. As luck would have it, she just so happened to have fallen upon her rump. This meant that she was staring straight at the thing dangling in-between Spike’s legs. After biting her lip, she scrambled to her feet and desperately tried to look anywhere else.

Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey—umm—good morning! I’m really sorry about running into you like that. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. Do you need any help cleaning up?”

“Ah… n-no, it’s fine! I-I can take care of it!”

“Are you sure? I feel pretty lousy making you do all of the work, especially when it was my fault in the first place.”

Silver breathed heavily while her eyes drank in the contours of Spike’s well-muscled, bronzed skin. Were it not for the pain from her fall, she would have sworn that she had been transported into one of those smutty adventure novels where a handsome (if a bit forceful) jungle man tears off the clothes of the unsuspecting heroine and—

A lecherous grin began to form on Silver’s lips as her imagination ran wild. It certainly wasn’t every day that a real life jungle man visited the palace. Well, not exactly. He was still Princess Celestia’s adopted son, after all. But he was damn near close enough to being one! And as an added bonus: he wasn’t wearing one of those stupid loin cloths~

Before she could do anything to stop it, her nose began to bleed like a faucet. After letting out something between a gurgle, a snort, and a gasp, she jammed her palm over her nostrils in a frantic attempt to stop all the blood from dripping onto her clothes and the floor. At that point, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. It was, quite possibly, the lamest way to act in front a guest… even if he was naked… and good-looking.

Thinking fast, Spike tore a strip a cloth from her apron and fashioned a makeshift tissue. Silver hesitated to remove her hand from her nose for a moment, but relented when she realized that blood was inevitably starting to stain her clothing. With a reassuring smile, Spike gently pressed the rag over her nose and applied a little bit of healing magic to help staunch the bleeding.

“There we go. Take it nice and easy. How are you feeling?”

Silver cleared her throat. “I-I think the bleeding has stopped. But I feel really light headed all the sudden.”

“Well, then I don’t think you should be moving around yet. Where do you need to go?”

“I was heading towards the guard barracks so I could—EEEP!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Spike scooped up Silver in his arms and held her princess style. Her body tensed for a moment and she very nearly told him to put her down. But she kept her mouth shut because that wasn’t what she really wanted. Plus, she was still woozy, which meant that she could potentially pass out if she tried to walk on her own. That was a decent enough excuse to be carried around… right?

“Just try to relax, ok? I’ll carry you to the barracks in no time at all. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find the person I’m looking for there too.”

Silver hummed her affirmation and took the opportunity to rest her head against Spike’s shoulder. “If I may ask: who are you looking for so early in the morning, Master Spike?”

“Huh? I didn’t realize you knew who I was.”

“Well, I’ve never met you personally. But everyone on the palace staff knows of you.”

Spike chuckled. “I see that the old palace gossip mill is still alive and well.”

“Maybe, but that’s not the main reason! Princess Luna informed us of your arrival a few days ago. That and… umm you’re the only man here who’s—”

“Roaming the halls butt naked? Yeah, I guess it’s pretty obvious when you put it that way.”

Silver frowned. “I wouldn’t have phrased it so bluntly, but yes.”

“Don’t sweat it. I appreciate your honesty. Although, Aunt Luna did give us her blessing to practice whatever customs we saw fit. Aww crap! I never thought to ask if my—ah—lack of clothing bothered you.”

Silver giggled as a slight blush colored her cheeks. “Not to worry, you’ve been nothing but a perfect gentleman so far. And trust me; you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just having a difficult time keeping my eyes from drifting towards certain places…”

Spike chose to completely ignore her flirtatious comment. In all honestly, he couldn’t blame her for checking out the goods. He hadn’t exactly made any attempt to cover up any part of his body. And he didn’t want to either. It had taken months of intense training to sculpt the warrior-like physique he now possessed. The young man was, for the first time in his life, proud to let the world bear witness to fruits of his labor.

The lingering sense of self-pride he felt quickly morphed into trepidation when he realized that Ember and Delmira were eventually going to have to be introduced to both his family and friends. While his own people treated nudity as blasé, Equestrians most certainly did not.

That reason alone would make their initial meeting extremely awkward to say the least. Not to mention the fact that he would have to explain that he was currently engaged in what amounted to a polygamous relationship. He sincerely hoped that everyone would keep an open mind about the drastic changes in his life over the past few months.

Spike’s reverie was abruptly broken when he felt Silver poke his chest. With a sheepish grin, he gently lowered her onto the ground so that she could properly gain her bearings. Before he could apologize for spacing out, Silver leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for carrying me to the barracks and stopping my nosebleed. I’d say that you were my knight in shining armor but that’s not exactly the case, is it?”

Spike chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of hard to be knight when you aren’t wearing armor. But I’m glad that I was able to help.”

Silver smiled. “You know what? I think I prefer the ancient Pegolopian heroes anyway. Well, I’d better get going. The palace guards tend to get cranky if their breakfast orders aren’t placed in a timely manner.”

Spike politely waved goodbye to Silver and made his way towards the training area. Sure enough, even at this unholy hour of the morning, he could immediately tell it was bustling with activity. The distinct sound of people fighting and using practice weapons echoed off the walls even before he arrived at the staging area.

About a dozen palace guards were currently occupying the room; all clad in their dark grey P.T. sweats. That in of itself was not unusual. The palace guard took morning P.T. quite seriously and never scoffed at the opportunity to improve their melee and hand to hand combat skills.

What made this particular session unusual was the naked woman currently standing in the center of the training circle. Her short, sapphire hair was mussed at wild angles and her skin glistened with sweat in the early morning light.

Every muscle of her lithe frame was taught and poised to respond to whatever attack her opponent threw at her. She eyed her opponent with a confident grin, despite the scratches and bruises that covered her body. At that moment, Ember was the fierce embodiment of a dragoness.

It took every ounce of Spike’s willpower to curb the arousal stirring in his loins. Even during the earliest stages of their relationship, the young Dragon Lord had a difficult time keeping his thoughts on training instead of imagining what it would be like to mount her against the nearest tree.

In the past, he had always preferred women who exemplified feminine beauty and grace. But after living with the Wyvertii, he came to realize that there was something undeniably attractive about women who were at the pinnacle of physical fitness and strength.

Of course, as soon as he managed to get his lust under control, he happened to notice that nearly all of the guards in the room were also men. And they too seemed interested in watching Ember’s body for exactly the same reasons he did. Spike knew that he couldn’t blame the guards for looking at what was right in front of them, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

His presence in the training room had not gone unnoticed by the other guards. The sour expression on his face had not either. The sergeant, who was currently sparring with Ember, was far too preoccupied with his opponent to notice the Dragon Lord’s arrival. After a brief appraisal, Spike determined that he was fairly talented in hand to hand combat.

They fought for a few minutes, each of them exchanging various attacks and counter attacks. Ember seemed a bit more winded, but that was only because this was her sixth match in a row. It seemed as though Ember was about to lose when she took a nasty blow to the stomach, but Spike knew better. She had allowed the sergeant to hit her in order to lure him closer to her without arousing suspicion.

The princess quickly took hold of his arm and used his shoulder as a pivot point. In a fraction of a second, he was slammed onto the mat below with a meaty thud. By the time he figured out which way was up, Ember was already straddling his stomach, elbow poised to strike his skull. The sergeant’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he slapped his hand against the mat to indicate his submission.

Ember grinned wickedly and sprang to her feet with the grace of puma. She even went so far as to help the defeated guard get back up again. After a pair of guards ushered the sergeant towards the locker room, the rest of the guards congratulated her and conversed amongst themselves. One of them offered her a towel, which she gladly accepted and began to wipe her face with.

Spike cocked his brow. “So, this is where you’ve been all morning?”

“You know I don’t like to skip training. Plus, you and Winny were still asleep and I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you have a problem with me sparring here?”

Spike twiddled his fingers. “No, I mean—ugh—it’s complicated!”

“How is it complicated? It seems simple enough to me.”

“Well, umm… it’s just that I happened to notice that a lot of the guards were checking you out. None of them tried to do anything inappropriate to you, did they?”

Ember narrowed her eyes. “Are you seriously that clueless? I would’ve beaten the shit out of them if they had. And why is it such a problem that they looked at me? I have every right to be proud of my body!”

“Look, it’s just that I felt a little uncomfortable when—”

Before Spike had the chance to finish his sentence, Ember stepped forward, grabbed his face, and forcefully pressed her lips against his. For a brief moment, he froze in place with a stupefied expression, until Ember pulled away and pinched his cheeks.

“Hurry up and grab my butt, then start kissing me properly! It’s no fun when you just stand there like a gaping fish.”

“Bwuh?”

Ember bit her lip. “If you want everyone here to know that we’re a couple, then you need to make it obvious. Just… grab me already b-before I lose my nerve!”

Spike obliged her request, albeit hesitantly. However, after a few seconds, he quickly got caught up in the heat of the moment and dug his fingers into Ember’s delectably firm ass cheeks. She moaned softly at her lover’s sudden aggression, and responded by squishing her breasts against his chest. Afterwards, she turned her head and addressed the remaining guards.

“I know for a fact that many of you were ogling me, so listen up! Spike is MY mate. And he’s the only man who’s allowed to touch me like this, got it?”

While there were some guards who vocalized their disappointment, the vast majority of them silently nodded in agreement. They were sufficiently cowed by the combination of Ember’s overt display of affection and combat skills that none of them wanted to press the issue any further. Spike, meanwhile, felt like his heart was going to explode… amongst other things. Ember’s declaration was, quite possibly, one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen!

“That was—” Spike panted, “—I can’t believe you actually did that!”

Ember suddenly found her toes extremely interesting. “It couldn’t be helped, so you’d better not expect a repeat performance! But what I said was one hundred percent true. You’re the only man who’ll ever get to touch me like that.”

“Ember…”

Ember’s cheeks flushed. “C’mon, there’s no need to get all mushy. You already know I love you and all that good stuff. So… how about we take a little tour? You’re Princess Celestia’s son, right? You should know all about the palace.”

“Oh, yeah… sure. That sounds like a decent enough idea. What do you want to see first?”

Ember’s eyes lit up. “How about the throne room? I’ve heard many tales that say it’s one of the grandest places in all of Equestria!”

“I guess so. But I don’t think it any more or less grand than the one in Brimstone.”

“Are you kidding me?! Sure, my father’s throne room is grand enough I suppose. But it isn’t covered in gold and white marble. And what about the stained glass windows? I’ve heard that they’re breathtaking when the light shines through them in just the right way.”

Spike chuckled. “Wow, I had no idea you appreciated Canterlotian architecture so much.”

“I do happen to have a feminine side, in case you’ve forgotten.” Ember huffed, “I’m allowed to like fancy, frou-frou stuff. That’s part of being a princess.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m just a little… surprised? I mean, you marched straight into the barracks and sparred instead of checking out any of the tapestries, statues, or even the baths.”

Ember crossed her arms and pouted. “Whatever! Just shut up and take me to the throne room. I wanna see it.”

The throne room wasn’t located very far from the barracks. A short walk down the hall was all it took to arrive at the massive wooden doors that barred the entrance. They were supposedly crafted from a handful of the giant oak trees that were said to exist only in the deepest parts of the Everfree Forest. Before his journey to the Valley of Wyver, Spike had dismissed such a claim as nothing more than an exaggerated tall tale. But after encountering trees the size of buildings on a regular basis, he had to admit that there may have been some truth to the rumor.

Two royal guards dutifully stood at attention on either side. Their expressions remained stoic even when confronted by the pair of sky clad Wyvertii in front of them. The young Dragon Lord gave them a crisp salute, which they returned, and promptly allowed the couple to enter the inner sanctum.

The doors creaked and groaned as they moved on their hinges. After a few moments, a deep, resonating thud finally signaled that they had been closed shut. Since it was so early in the morning, they had the entire throne room to themselves.

Spike was genuinely surprised that Ember hadn’t hesitated to hold his hand while they walked along the halls at a leisurely pace. She was still fairly reserved about showing him any kind of physical affection while there were others around, Delmira notwithstanding.

Of course, the simple act of holding hands was banal compared to the stunt she pulled back at the barracks. Was it pride, fear, or anxiety that drove her actions? Spike couldn’t truly be certain, at least… not without asking her about it directly.

Suddenly, the distinct sensation of Ember’s breast occasionally brushing up against the side of his arm tore the Dragon Lord away from his thoughts. At some point, Ember had decided to loop her arm around his while they were walking. Her subtle gesture of affection had not gone unnoticed.

“Wow, it’s a lot more beautiful than I imagined.”

Spike looked around the room, desperate to search for something that would distract him from the hardened nipple that was currently poking his bicep. He finally found it when he spotted the stained glass window in which he was depicted as “Spike the Brave and Glorious: Savoir of the Crystal Empire”. It wasn’t what he’d hoped for, but it certainly was distracting.

“Oh goddess! That’s supposed to be you, isn’t it? Pbbff—bwahahahaha!”

Spike’s face turned beet red. “C’mon, Ember. The citizens of the empire spent a lot of money to have that commissioned…”

“It makes you look so heroic; oh Spike the Brave and Glorious! Especially that giant sparkly, pink heart you’re thrusting into the air. The only thing this masterpiece lacks is a pile of adorable baby animals at your feet. Oh, and maybe a few rainbows in the background.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! That’s not how it really happened. The only thing I did was carry the Crystal Heart back to its pedestal. I mean, yeah you could argue that my actions saved everyone but—”

Ember spun around and playfully pinned Spike against the opposing wall. “Believe me; I’ve seen enough heroic carvings to know when something’s being exaggerated. I was only teasing you. Although, I still can’t help but feel that this window lacks a certain… aesthetic.”

“What do you mean?”

Ember slid her hand along his chest all the way down to his waist. For a brief moment, she hesitated, uncertain whether she should continue or not. Emboldened by Spike’s lack of resistance, she stroked the shaft of his penis with one hand while she used the other to gently fondle his balls.

“I think it needs to be anatomically correct, down to every last detail.” Ember whispered as she felt his manhood stiffen in her grasp.

Within the scope of a few breaths, Spike was almost painfully hard. In the back of his mind, he knew that what they were doing could get them into a heap of trouble, but he couldn’t summon the willpower to resist his lover’s ministrations. As if to reaffirm her dominance, Ember got on her knees and started to lick his cock like a big, fleshy lollipop.

Spike shuddered. “Ember, I-I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

“Well, I’ve been horny ever since we left the barracks, so you’re just going to have to deal with it! Besides, good idea or not, it’s obvious that you want this as much as I do. Your penis is way too hard right now for me to take your protest seriously.”

“You were never interested in seeing the throne room, were you?”

The tomboy sighed. “No, and I’m sorry that I lied to you. I thought that it would help me take my mind off of doing… naughty stuff. But as you can see, my plan failed miserably. So quit arguing and just let me have my way with you.”

Spike silently nodded and allowed her to continue. And even though he wasn’t used to Ember’s dominant attitude when it came to sex, he honestly couldn’t say that the disliked it. In fact, it was incredibly sexy watching her be so aggressive. That and she had clearly been taking pointers on fellatio techniques from Delmira.

The sensation of Ember’s soft lips as they slid up and down his dick sent electric tingles of pure pleasure coursing through his spine. Had there been anyone else with them, they would have easily been able to hear the lewd slurping noises she was making from at least halfway across the room. Spike affectionately ran his fingers through her hair while she continued to suck, not caring in the least that it was still dampened with sweat.

Spike tensed his muscles when he felt a glob of semen begin to build up within his throbbing shaft. It had felt like hours since Ember started, but in reality he knew it had only been a minute or two at most. Without so much as a warning, the Dragon Lord cried out in pure ecstasy as he filled Ember’s throat with his seed. To her credit, she didn’t cry out, nor did she slow her pace. She simply continued to milk his cock until every last drop could be teased out.

Spike leaned back against the wall and let out a happy sigh. Despite his breech of decorum, Ember looked pleased with how everything turned out. After rising to her feet, Spike wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her deeply. The taste of his own cum was still quite strong in her mouth, but he didn’t care. Spike needed to make sure that she knew how much he loved her.

Ember flicked his nose. “It’s extremely rude not to warn a lady when you’re about to cum. You’re lucky I didn’t choke!”

“Please forgive me; I didn’t want you to stop…”

Ember crossed her arms. “Fine. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment. But I have to say: your penis smelled really musky while I was… down there.”

“Maybe that’s because I haven’t taken a shower yet? You’re one to talk though!”

Ember hesitantly sniffed herself. “The odor of my sweat isn’t that offending, is it?”

“Well, not exactly offending. But it is pretty pungent.”

Ember punched his arm. “WHAT?!!”

“Ow! I didn’t necessarily mean that in a bad way.”

“Then what exactly did you mean by it?”

Spike blushed. “Your scent is kind of… earthy with an undertone of flowers. Every time I breathe it in, it makes me want you even more. Does that make sense?”

“Duh. It’s loaded with pheromones.”

Spike blinked owlishly. “Huh. That makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. I imagine Twi will want to look into that because pheromones aren’t particularly strong in regards to Equestrian biology. Umm… does my sweat do the same thing to you?”

“M-Maybe….”

Ember focused her attention on the floor and shuffled her feet. It was one of the many tell-tale tics she had whenever she was embarrassed about admitting something. Spike’s heart melted when she bit her lip and began to anxiously rub her thighs together. In that moment, he knew that he needed to return the pleasure that she had so eagerly given him. After letting out a playful growl, he slung Ember over his shoulder and carried her around like a triumphant caveman.

Ember flailed her arms and legs. “What are you doing? Put me down, you jerk!”

After carrying her across the room, Spike carefully laid the struggling tomboy onto a large, ornate sofa. It had been personally gifted to Celestia by Sultan Zanib II as a token of gratitude that symbolized the continued friendship between Equestria and Saddle Arabia. The Sultan proudly boasted that it had been handcrafted from cotton, wood, and silk of the highest quality.

But the bright orange fabric and intricate gold stitching was more suited to a sultan’s harem rather than the throne room. His mother had always complained about how tacky it looked, but she swore that it was most comfortable couch she’d ever had the pleasure to own. Spike supposed that was the only reason she never placed it in storage. Now that he was currently laying on it with Ember underneath him, he completely agreed with his mother’s assessment.

Spike leaned down and peppered her neck with a flurry of kisses, making her giggle in the process. Not satisfied to stop there, he cupped her breast in his hand and began to gently massage it in slow, deliberate circles. As soon as her nipple became nice and stiff, Spike rolled it between his finger and thumb, making sure only to apply only a little bit of pressure. He was well aware that Ember’s nipples were extremely sensitive, so he didn’t want to accidentally cause her any pain.

With his other hand, Spike cupped her remaining breast and enclosed his lips around her areola, suckling it like a newborn babe. He could clearly feel Ember’s body squirming and shifting against him; making it plainly obvious that she was enjoying his ministrations. However, the tomboy kept her lips sealed tight in thin line. For whatever reason, she stubbornly refused to vocalize her pleasure.

Spike had to admit that he was slightly discouraged by Ember’s behavior. Although he was quite cognizant of the fact that she was still developing her own sense of sexuality, the way she was holding herself back hurt him in a way he could scarcely begin describe. It was as though she didn’t trust him enough not to make fun of her. Spike immediately ceased his ministrations, and brushed his palm against Ember’s cheek.

“What’s wrong? Am I doing something you don’t like?”

Ember bit her lip. “No, what you’ve done so far feels really good. I’m just… a little embarrassed, ok?”

“Why?”

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Something’s obviously not stupid if it’s bothering you. C’mon, you know you can trust me. Just go ahead and say it.”

Ember’s cheeks flushed. “Ok, fine! Look, I know that Winny’s not shy about—ermm—moaning while having sex, but it’s really embarrassing for me! I don’t think I can bring myself to do it…”

“Is that all?”

“What do you mean is that all?!” Ember huffed, “It’s a really big deal to me. I don’t want to sound like some bitch in heat!”

Spike cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eyes. “Trust me, there isn’t a man alive who doesn’t enjoy hearing the woman he loves cry out in pleasure. It’s how I know that I’m making you feel good. And it’s… really sexy too.”

“Are you sure?”

Spike nodded. “Mhmm. From this point forward, do whatever feels natural to you. I want to hear every little squeak and moan.”

Thus mollified, Ember relaxed and allowed Spike to continue. Instead of focusing on her breasts as he had before, the Dragon Lord had a far more interesting idea in mind. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he traced his finger along Ember’s stomach. She shuddered briefly, until Spike started kissing every nook and cranny of the rippling muscles that composed her abdomen.

As Spike expected, her skin tasted quite salty. It was the unavoidable consequence of sweating so profusely in such a short period of time. But that was not to say he didn’t appreciate the flavor, even if it was fairly strong. He also took immense enjoyment from hearing her child-like peals of laughter as he continued to pepper her tummy with butterfly kisses.

Spike decided that the time for teasing was over. While the princess was still trying to catch her breath, he spread apart her lips as gently as possible; in order to expose the smooth, salmon-colored flesh inside. Ember immediately gasped, but made no attempt to hinder him in any way.

The strong scent of her arousal was intoxicating. It clouded his mind with lust, and ultimately drove him to bury his face in-between Ember’s legs. Spike’s tongue writhed inside her like a dancing cobra, causing the tomboy to cry out and tightly clamp her thighs around his head. It was times like these that the Dragon Lord was reminded just how incredibly strong his lover was.

“Umm… would you mind loosening your grip a bit? My face is kind of being crushed here.”

“SORRY!” Ember squeaked, “I-I’ll try to be more careful.”

For a moment, Spike contemplated whether or not he wanted to continue eating her out. There was no question in his mind that she deserved more, but he also had to contend with his own growing arousal. Then, as if to answer the question for him, Ember spread her legs apart and propped her back up against one of the pillows. The lusty, come-hither expression on her face while she slowly rubbed her clit sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

“Please… I need you inside of me.” Ember pleaded.

Not one to keep a lady waiting, Spike gripped his shaft and rubbed it along the folds of her moistened lips. Once he was thoroughly coated in Ember’s juices, he lifted her leg over his shoulder and carefully guided the tip towards its intended destination. He tried his best to enter her slowly, but the entire length of his penis was practically sucked into the hot, quivering confines of Ember’s pussy within a single breath.

Both of them gasped as they quickly became one. Neither partner spoke or moved for what felt like an eternity because they hadn’t expected this to happen. Spike eventually found the wherewithal to start thrusting his hips back and forth, in an attempt to find a good pace.

Ember had become so wet that Spike discovered it took very little effort to slide in and out of her depths. As a consequence, he began thrusting harder and faster with each passing moment. Eventually, the pair started fucking at a pace that would have put even the horniest rabbits to shame.

They continued to become further and further absorbed in their carnal ballet, ignoring anything and everything around them except each other. The sounds of pleasured grunts, a creaking sofa, and flesh slapping against flesh blended together into a cacophony of passion, not heard within the throne room since before the days of Nightmare Moon.

Suddenly, Ember arched her back, dug her fingers into the cushions, and let out a throaty moan. Spike could feel her walls trying to milk his penis for all it was worth. While Ember was riding the waves of her own orgasm, Spike felt an intense amount of pressure begin to build in shaft. It had taken longer than he’d expected, but that was only because he’d cum one before. With one final thrust, Spike buried his cock into Ember as deeply as it could go. A moment later, he cried out, and shot a load of thick, sticky cum inside her.

Utterly spent and satisfied on all accounts, Spike collapsed atop Ember in a sweaty, exhausted heap. The two lovers were just about ready to start a relaxing, post-coital cuddling session… until an indignant squawk echoed across the throne room.

Out of curiosity, Spike turned his head towards the sound, only to find Princess Celestia and Empress Cadence standing a few paces behind the sofa. His face immediately erupted in a deep, crimson blush when he realized that his own mother had just witnessed him making passionate love to a woman she hadn’t even been introduced to yet. Ember mirrored his reaction and desperately tried to bury her face in a cushion.

“Spike, what is the meaning of this?!” Celestia roared.

“Umm…”

Cadence gently placed her hand on Celestia’s shoulder. “C’mon auntie, cut them a little slack. Can’t you see that they’re young and in love?”

“Yes, and I can also see that they decided to ruin a priceless Saddle Arabian sofa. Not only that, but they were openly fornicating IN THE MIDDLE OF THE THRONE ROOM!”

Cadence chuckled nervously. “Ah, well… you know how teenagers are. Their brains are all hopped up on hormones and… they don’t always think things through?”

“I knew that Luna’s decree was a terrible idea from its inception! But, like a good mother, I wanted to exercise tolerance and allow my son to practice his people’s customs. So, I acquiesced. It is now abundantly clear to me that I should have been more vocal about my dissent.”

“He still can… but—umm—maybe you could set up a few more ground rules. Such as: no having sex out in the open. Totally sounds fair to me…”

Celestia let out a heavy sigh and massaged her temples. “Perhaps, we should discuss this once my temper has had some time to settle.”

“Mom, I—”

“Not another word, Spike. The two of you are going to march straight to the baths and get cleaned up. Breakfast shall be served at the dining hall in a half hour. Once you’ve made yourselves… presentable, I expect to see the both of you there so that we may catch up, amongst other things.”

Ember and Spike bathed quickly to make certain that they did not keep their host waiting. When they finally arrived at the dining hall, a veritable buffet of decadent breakfast delights were laid out upon a massive, polished oak table.

Cadence had already decided to dig into a pair of Belgian waffles, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and strawberries. Celestia, on the other hand, was enjoying a far simpler meal. It consisted of eggs benedict, home fries, and a cup of hot tea.

The young couple sighed in relief when they pulled out a pair of chairs and found that they were cushioned. After all, sitting on a hard wooden surface with nothing but your bare bottom as padding wasn’t exactly comfortable. Once they got situated, Ember didn’t hesitate to load her plate full of bacon, sausage, eggs and just about every meat she could get her hands on. In Ember’s case, hands on was quite literal because she didn’t bother using any utensils.

Spike did his best to offer an apologetic shrug on Ember’s behalf while he nibbled on a bite of pancake. Although, that didn’t stop the tomboy from stuffing a few greasy strips of bacon into her maw and devouring them like a ravenous grizzly bear. If Celestia was disturbed by Ember’s utter lack of table manners, her face certainly didn’t show it. After daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin, Celestia cleared her throat.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the chance to properly introduce ourselves. I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria and Spike’s mother. What might your name be, young lady?”

Ember washed down her bacon with a big gulp of apple juice. “Princess Ember, your highness. But you can just call me Ember. I’m… not really a big fan of titles.”

“Neither am I, to be honest. Please, I insist that you call me Celestia. If my memory serves me correctly, you are Dragon Lord Torch’s daughter, correct?”

“Yes, your high—err—I mean Celestia.”

“Spike has sent me numerous letters over the past few months detailing his adventures in Brimstone, but I’d like to hear your side of the story. Tell me: how did my son manage to win the heart of such a beautiful princess?”

Ember blushed while she grasped Spike’s hand underneath the table. “At first, I thought he was just a clumsy, hopeless, perverted idiot. But after we started spending more time together, I realized that he wasn’t quite so useless, and that maybe—just maybe—I had feelings for him.”

The Crystal Empress squealed and bounced up and down in her seat. “Awwww that’s so sweet~ Auntie, how can you possibly stay mad at them after hearing such a heartfelt confession? The love they share is so strong that I can see the magic radiating off of them! I mean, I could tell that just by how hard they were going at it but—”

Celestia coughed loudly. “Be that as it may, I refuse to condone such reckless behavior. Ember, Spike, listen to me: I want you to know that I am willing, however reluctantly, to support your decision to live according to Wyvertii customs. And I’m also very happy to see that you’ve managed to form an intimate bond with one another.

“However, Equestria and Brimstone do not share the same moral values. The two of you must exercise greater restraint concerning your lustful urges. I understand that such a thing is difficult for young couples, especially when your constant state of undress makes initiating sex far more… convenient. But any further acts of public fornication shall not be tolerated. Have I made myself clear?”

Both Ember and Spike nodded, sheepish smiles on their lips. They were both fully aware that their little throne room romp was simply a onetime occurrence. Yet, despite their mutually shared embarrassment, neither of them could honestly say that they regretted doing it. Thus mollified, Celestia took another sip of her tea and began reading the latest of issue of The Canterlot Inquirer. Spike and Ember were just about to continue eating their own breakfast, until they heard a loud yawn behind them.

Everyone at the table sat in stunned silence while a fair-skinned woman lazily stretched out her limbs, much like Rarity’s cat, Opalescence, would do upon awakening from a long nap. Every bit as prideful and nude as her feline counterpart, she confidently strode towards the table, allowing everyone present ample opportunity to admire her svelte form.

The albino woman somehow managed to gracefully wedge herself in-between Spike and Ember. She then cupped her hands under both of their chins and took turns giving each of them a deep, passionate kiss. Once she was finished, she smacked her lips and grinned.

“I don’t know about you, but I love waking up to the taste of bacon and pancakes. By the maker, is that… PRENCH TOAST?!! Why, I haven’t enjoyed such a delicacy in centuries! Especially the kind topped with fruit and bursting with cream filling~”

She too ate her breakfast with the same amount of gusto as Ember, and ended up smearing raspberry preserves all over her face. Spike was thoroughly amused by her antics… until he felt an errant glob of cream cheese land right on his thigh. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Delmira ducked under the table and deliberately licked the spot clean as slowly as possible.

“Mmmm sweet and salty, just the way I like it! Ember, could you please pass the bac—”

Celestia raised her eyebrow at the newcomer. “Excuse me, but what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to enjoy some breakfast for starters.”

“I suppose I should clarify: What in the world are you doing here, Delmira?”

Delmira sighed. “I guess there’s no pulling the wool over your eyes. Is my human form truly that obvious?”

“No. But the vast amount of primal magic you possess, even while greatly suppressed, radiates a distinct aura. That and I vividly remember what you looked like the last time you visited Equestria, even if it has been nearly two thousand years.”

“Oh, so you remember huh?” The Goddess purred, “Well, it must be because I have such a sexy, unforgettable body~”

Celestia groaned. “Please don’t start your antics with me. You know for a fact that I prefer the company of men.”

“When was the last time you actually enjoyed the company of a man: decades, centuries, or perhaps an entire millennium ago? Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were stories floating around about how your crotch is haunted.Tell me, when you open your legs, do banshees come flying out?”

Celestia’s entire face flushed a deep crimson (whether it was more from anger or embarrassment was up for debate). “I-I beg your pardon?! You have a lot nerve speaking to me in such a crude and disrespectful manner. And in front of my son, no less!”

“Heavens above! After all these years, you still can’t take a joke. That's why I like your sister better. She at least has a sense of humor. Look, I’m just being honest with you because your subjects aren't going to be. Let's face it, Celestia. Being pent up all the time clearly isn't healthy. Having a good fuck every once and a while will help you relax and loosen up a bit.”

Celestia let out a long hissing breath through her teeth. “Let us… focus on something other than sex, shall we? Am I to assume that you are the caretaker Spike mentioned?”

“Guilty as charged. Whatever Torch might tell you, I volunteered to look after him because I believed that he deserved a little guidance, amongst other things. That and I thought it would be interesting. I can’t say I was disappointed~”

“In what capacity are you acting now? You’ll have to forgive me, but I find it difficult to believe that such a powerful goddess would willingly continue to pose as a mere servant.”

Delmira pulled Spike and Ember into a three-way hug. “Why else? I love my mates too much to allow them to go on such a long journey without me!”

Whatever goodwill and forgiveness Spike had earned previously, evaporated into thin air the very moment Delmira finished speaking. The horrified look on his mother’s face simultaneously made his balls try to shrink back into his stomach and gave him the strong urge to vomit all at the same time. Of course, his mother couldn’t entirely be blamed for how she reacted. Spike hadn’t exactly worked up the nerve to mention, in any of his letters, that he was engaged in a polyamorous relationship between a goddess and a princess.

Spike laughed nervously. “Umm… surprise?”

Author's Notes:

This is going to be the start of the Equestria arc. I'm not quite sure how many more parts it will have. but there shall be plenty more before it's finished. Hope everyone enjoyed reading it so far.