Chapter Two

All Aboard

Suitable to say, the Mane Six were shocked by Spike’s revelation. Well, shocked may be an understatement, judging from their immediate reactions. Rarity had fainted dead away upon the news that Spike was royalty, while the ever-excitable Pinkie had literally almost exploded when Spike said he was leaving and wanted a going-away party. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash wished him the best of luck, though Fluttershy seemed a bit awed and jealous by the number of things he had to do and see, including all the wildlife he would undoubtedly encounter. Applejack also wished him the best of luck, though she was concerned about how he was traveling, and so far from home as well. He had been very helpful on the farm when Big Mac had been sick the year before and she didn't like to see so helpful a dragon leave. it was hard pulling the plow by herself and even with Applebloom's help, it was a tiring chore more so than it would seem.

Twilight was not only the most shocked by his revelations, but was stunned by his so-called "royal duty", as he had put it. Well of course she would be stunned: to suddenly be royalty and have to marry so soon, especially before her, likely made the mare feel a bit overwhelmed. “So you have to find at least three mares to be your brides in this time, and if given the chance you’ll be taking more than that?” she had asked him several times over. She had especially focused on the "more than three" aspect the princesses had left so delightfully vague. "Genetically speaking, Equestria could use some new blood, but why in the name the princesses would they choose you to go, Spike? Is this some sort of test?" Still, Spike wasn't going to explain that part any more than he was going to try and explain the reasoning behind the decision-making of the princesses.

“Yes, Twilight, I must take on at least three wives” Spike said with a tone of exasperation, ignoring the test quip. It was always about tests with he, it seemed. “The princesses believed it was time for me to do this, and they seem to have the utmost confidence in me. This journey is not just for me, but for the betterment of all of Equestria. You of all ponies should know just how much weight that can carry.” Never mind that this trip could take years if he was unlucky enough, and at least they didn't send him when he was old enough to have pseudo aches and pains, even though he'd outlive many of his friends.

Twilight finally seemed a bit more relaxed, or at least "settled down" when the party finally began, but she refused to leave Spike’s side the whole time. Frankly, it was a bit embarrassing: it was like she was the over-protective older sister and he was just a baby dragon again. “Just make sure you’ll be in contact with us all the time,” she told him several times during the night. "I don't want to wake up one morning and find you've been hurt or worse." Seriously, she would not let the topic slide, not even for a minute: it was aggravating to say the least, but at least she showed she cared, if a bit too much.

“Yes, Twilight, I’ll keep in contact with the princesses and you,” Spike said for the final time shortly before they all went to bed. Still, his sleep was anything but restful, as his body had changed so much from when he was younger; he was still discovering just what he could do. Not that any of the others were any help, least of all Twilight. He loved them all, but sometimes he thought they were just clueless: why, he had no idea. Maybe being one of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Then again, they had stressful lives, more-so than most ponies: cutting them some slack would probably do them some good.

So it was with a still groggy mind that he left early the next morning, giving his friends one last wave of goodbye from the train platform. Of course they had offered to help him pack and said he shouldn't leave without more supplies, but the princesses had been clear on all he needed, and had suitably prepared him for what lied ahead. Applejack was a bit unhappy she couldn't shove any pies or fritters in his pack, but she got over it when some ponies at the station offered to buy them from her. He took one long last look out at Canterlot and Ponyville far below it: he would not return for what seemed like an age. Soon enough he rounded a corner and lost sight of the magnificent castle and the fields below it. Settling into his seat, he watched as the scenery flew by the window, alone in his compartment, with only his pack and few supplies to keep him company. He debated what to do, but he realized he couldn't start writing any sort of a journal now: he had barely left home. Later, when he was suitably farther than most ponies had ever gone, would he begin his travel log.

Quietly he began musing over the things the others had wanted him to do in his spare time all over the world. Rainbow Dash had wanted pictures of old military stuff, like helmets and armor: as to why, she remained a bit cryptic, stating it was a hobby of hers. Fluttershy had wanted descriptions and pictures of various sorts of exotic creatures, though it had taken nearly all day for her to ask Spike for this favor. Applejack had asked for any new kinds of apples and their seeds, so she could expand Sweet Apple Acres with new products. Pinkie had simply asked for balloon designs from exotic places: when asked why, she simply said she wanted to make "super fantastic parties even better!" Rarity had been perhaps the most challenging: designs of any kind from around the world and any fabrics he came across. Spike could already tell she would not be satisfied unless he brought back a metric ton of the stuff, and even then that might not be enough. Twilight had been last, and hers was simple: in addition to keeping in contact with them, he'd bring back any manuscripts, texts or descriptions of spells he happened to find on his way across the world. "For studying purposes", she had said, but Spike secretly believed she wanted to expand the Royal Canterlot Library so much it would include a wing designated by herself. So hours passed as he sat alone and did nothing, partly out of boredom and partly because he was so wrapped in thought.

That was, until a voice spoke at the open door. It wasn't that of the trolley mare, who had passed by awhile back with some delicious sweets: it was somepony else.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? All of the other cabins are full.”

Spike looked up to see a light-blue unicorn standing there with a pack of her own, her white mane falling to her shoulders. Her white skirt and blouse complimented her fur nicely, but the earrings seemed a bit tacky: too showy for one such as herself. She seemed awfully familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe she was related to someone down in Ponyville or back in Canterlot? There were always relatives from around Equestria visiting families in these parts.

“No,” Spike said, moving his legs so the unicorn could sit down. Placing her pack next to the window, she looked out at the scenery, and then at Spike.

“So where are you headed?” she asked in a casual manner, taking off her gloves and placing them in her pack. They were the kind that fit tightly on one's hands, and judging from her polished red fingernails, she only wore them when she moved around, so as not to damage or weather the gloss.

“Manehattan for now, then to Equineland, and then off across the world,” Spike said, still trying to figure out where he had seen this unicorn before. "Part of a mission by the princesses for me to do this. I'm Spike, by the way." They shook hands, with Spike noticing how smooth hers felt.

The unicorn’s eyes widened at this as her hand dropped. “You’re going around the world?” she asked, grinning at the thought of seeing so much. “Sounds like quite an adventure, handsome. You must really be in the good graces of the rulers of Equestria to be provided with such an opportunity.”

Spike nodded, feeling she didn’t need to know about the whole “finding-wives” bit, or the royal attachments. That could prove most awkward, and from her slightly shifting body language, that wasn't a good thing to say. “Yes, I’m sure it will be quite something indeed,” Spike said, glancing at the clock. “So tell me about yourself: I told you about what I'm off to do, after all.”

The unicorn blushed slightly: whether out of embarrassment or something else, he didn't know. “Well, I’m in the entertainment business, you might say,” she said. “A performer of sorts, traveling from place to place, performing all sorts of tricks for ponies. I've been doing for some time, but only within the last few years has it proven a rather successful venture. Getting booked for performances now is like a dream come true: ponies flock to the stage to see me. Its rather flattering, to be honest.”

As she continued, Spike’s eyes casually roamed over her figure. She was shorter than he, with curves in all the right places. Nothing too large or small: average, if not ever-so-slightly above. Overall, very attractive for one who had no rings on a finger: single, perhaps? Wait, how had his mind progressed to this train of thought? Maybe Celestia’s talk of brides was spurring some sort of mental maturity? He knew dragons progressed differently in life than other creatures, both mentally and physically: all it needed was a trigger.

Spike came back to the conversation, just as the unicorn finished a question. “Mmm, sorry, could you repeat that?” he asked. "I was lost in thought."

“Are you seeing anyone, mister?” she asked, her eyes also going over his body. Wow, it seemed they were experiencing the same trains of thought. It must be Spike’s magnetism: all the mares had crooned over him as a baby, so now they crooned over him as an adult: different kind, of course.

“No, not currently,” Spike replied, thankful the princesses had taught him manners of the more... personal degree. Nothing hands-on, of course, but all the essentials had been covered: had they been preparing him for things like this without him even noticing? They were sly indeed: no wonder none of her subjects thought about a different form of government. The princesses were too good and cared for their kingdom with so much whole-hearted enthusiasm that simply nopony ever dreamed of a different kind of leadership. “Are you?”

“Not currently,” she replied, leaning a bit closer. “My career doesn’t often permit long-lasting relationships, and more often than not stallions don’t feel like traveling all over the country with me. Most can't handle the stress of never staying in once place too long, or leaving friends and family behind. I don't blame them: it is a rather difficult life to get used to." She was silent for a moment. "At the risk of seeming to forward, I must say you are a most handsome dragon indeed.” Well, he was likely the only dragon she had seen, but a compliment was still a compliment.

Spike felt his temperature, well, spike, to say the least. Quick: he had to say something, preferably charming. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he replied, watching as her horn glowed. To him it sounded rather corny, but it must have done the trick: perhaps this whole “relationship building” thing wasn’t as difficult as he had imagined. Within a second, the door locked and drapes were drawn, leaving them in the soft light of the outside setting sun.

“To tell you the truth, I’m not looking for a solid relationship right now anyway,” she said, leaning closer. “I’m just looking for a good lay, and frankly, mister dragon, you’d fill the bill nicely.” Her lips were oh so close, her eyes becoming lidded with lust. This was it: they were entering the danger zone.

“I’m would be glad to help you, miss,” Spike said, his voice an octave lower than before. He had passed the threshold through which there was no foreseeable return. “In any way I can.”

And then she struck, pouncing on Spike while smashing her lips down onto his. It was sudden, unexpected, and really, really... hot.

Spike fell backwards in his seat, his arms naturally reaching up to grab the unicorn so as to stabilize themselves. One hand found the middle of her lower back, while the other gripped a rather firm ass cheek. She moaned delightfully into his mouth as their tongues danced and battled for supremacy. Spike was a virgin: of that he was completely sure. This was his first kiss, for crying out loud, but he had learned well under his teachers and from all the books he had read. His free time had consisted of manners and etiquette, both in public and in a more... private manner. As such, when the unicorn came up for air, she was gasping in a delighted manner.

“You kiss... really well,” she panted, pushing some of her white mane out of her eyes.

“I must be a natural,” Spike said with a grin, his hand giving her buttocks another light squeeze. Her hands flashed up to his chest, undoing the buttons along his shirt at a somewhat frantic pace.

“More,” she said, giving him another deep kiss. “I need more. You've become like a drug, and right now, I'm hooked.” Spike’s hand on her lower back began to undo the zipper of her blouse. Yes, a zipper on a blouse: thankfully it wasn't clasps, or he'd have been there all day.

“Then I’ll give you more, so as to satisfy your cravings,” he muttered back through her mouth as their tongues danced with one another’s. All the while she pulled at his shirt, he could feel something starting to grow down below.

The unicorn’s other hand had made its way to his belted pants while the other pulled off his shirt. Feeling over the area most private to him, she let out a small gasp. “Umm,” she said, breaking off the kiss. “Just... how big are you?” She sounded almost... afraid.

“Big enough to please you, but I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle,” Spike said, pulling her close as her blouse opened up completely in the back. Suddenly, to his surprise, her horn glowed. With a burst of her magic, the unicorn’s clothes disappeared entirely, as did Spike’s.

“I’m too horny, and frankly not patient enough, to keep up this game,” she said, a devilish grin washing over her face. “I’m going to- oh!”

Her words and her grin were cut off by... something rising up between the pair. “Is that... is that your...?” the unicorn was unable to speak, her eyes going wide at the sight of Spike’s second tail.

Well, that’s how any mare would describe it, after all. It was massive, and rather intimidating, to say the least. Spike, being a virgin up to this point, had no idea just how truly different dragon anatomy was from the average stallion. Whereas an average stallion might have a five or six inch penis, and a big one like Big Macintosh might be around eight or so inches, Spike’s was at least ten glorious inches. Knobby and ridged in texture but not overly so, it was the same color as he was: purple. The girth, however, was unlike that of a normal stallion’s: the whole thing was thick to the point of looking painful to even try.

“... wow,” the unicorn said, reaching down slowly with an expression of awe on her face. Spike had a good inkling he was large, judging from her reaction, so he did what all the books had told him to do. Reaching up to her bosom, he removed the hand from her lower back and placed it on one breast, while taking the other one’s nipple in his mouth. Erogenous zones had been finely detailed in some of his private books, but experiencing them firsthand beat any kind of self-tutoring. The nipples were soft and felt tender to his touch, and the pelt covering her breasts was like a fine pillow casing.

The unicorn let out a sudden squeal, soft but more than loud enough to get the point cross: well done, Spike. Spike himself grunted in response to her hand partially wrapping itself around his shaft: nobody had ever done that to him before. She slowly pumped him up and down, her delicate hands maintaining a not-too-delicate grip on him.

“Spike,” she said, her breath fleeting as they continued to fondle one another. “Are you a virgin?" She sounded almost embarrassed to ask, as if his obvious charm had been used to do this before.

"Yes," Spike replied without an ounce of dishonesty. "This is my first time." He didn't ask her to be gentle: why, he didn't know. Maybe it was some subconscious alpha male persona telling him to keep up appearances. Maybe part of him just wanted to rut her senseless.

The blue mare didn't say anything for a while, only grinding into him more and more. "Please," she whispered after what felt like five minutes. "Spike, please."

“Please what?” Spike asked, switching to the other nipple as both hands went down to squeeze the light blue unicorn’s ass cheeks. The wings on his back rustled slightly: luckily for him, they were the complete opposite of fragile and could only feel what others would call great pain. Other than that, they could handle anything normal he threw at them.

“Please!” she moaned, grinding against him: if her tone was any indication, she had not gotten any good sex in a long time. “Put your massive dragon cock inside me!” Ooh, dirty talk: such a turn-on when said right. He could feel her getting wetter from this relatively tame form of foreplay, but he wanted this, and he could tell without a doubt she did too.

Raising her up over his skyward-facing shaft with his powerful arms, he slowly lowered her onto it, her tight confines gripping him as he went in. “Ooh, ooh,” she moaned, her voice growing louder with every passing inch. “So big! So... good! Gah!”

Spike drew in a sharp breathe: this was simply amazing! She squeezed him from all directions, it seemed, and she was softer than he could have dreamed. Her juices coated his member, giving him extra lubrication of a natural kind: the best kind.

Finally, after seeming like an hour of agonizingly slow penetration, the unicorn swallowed up his whole shaft in her private confines. They both sat there, simply breathing and taking in this new feeling. The blue unicorn had never been filled like this before, and Spike had never experienced something like this. Her body continued to produce copious amounts of fluid to lubricate the massive thing inside her.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Spike began to pump the blue mare up and down his aching shaft, feeling an all-too-early release beginning to build. He had to finish her off quick, or else he’d be incredibly embarrassed for finishing so soon. Even for his first time, he wanted to feel like his partner had been done before he was.

“Oh my!” the mare said, breathing quickly as Spike pumped her up and down on his shaft. He was strong: she had to give him that. But this was too slow, even for her. Placing her hands on his chest, she raised herself against his grip and slammed down on him, causing her entire body to shake. In Spike’s surprised face, at any rate, her bosom swayed enticingly in front of him.

Then she did it again, and again, and again, until she had a fast and strong rhythm built up. Spike gave up trying to push her onto him, so instead he grabbed breasts and administered to them, tweaking the nipples while he suckled on and off. If they had been on a bed, it would have been squeaking with the force of their love-making. But seeing as how the train was rocking with or without their help, all they did was make thumping noises.

The unicorn started gasping faster just as Spike felt himself losing control. With a great squeal of satisfaction and completion, the mare leaned back and gave a few hard downward thrusts, clamping down of Spike’s member with surprising force. That sent him over the edge, and with his shaft buried deep within her, he let loose his torrent of dragon seed, like a dam bursting forth.

They sat there for a few moments, Spike in awe of what he had just done, and the unicorn feeling so full and content. Every pulse, every spurt of dragon seed seemed to be amplified by her constricting marehood. Then, the blue mare slumped over onto Spike’s chest, breathing heavily as her lower half twitched from the sheer pleasure of their fornication.

“That... was... heavenly,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I should take the train more often.”

“As should I,” Spike replied, locking lips with her as he pulled her up towards him a bit more. As they lay there, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, the unicorn gave a small squeak.

“Is it... is it possible?” she asked, looking down between them. Spike was no longer a virgin, but he was still young. His shaft began to harden once more between the pair, looking ready for another round.

“Again?” Spike asked, the hint of a devious smile gracing his face.

The unicorn smiled and pushed herself upwards off of his chest. “You’re on, stud. Only this time,” she said, getting onto all fours and presenting her backside to him: “take me hard and fast.”

Spike drew up onto his knees, a wide smile on his face. “With pleasure, milady,” he said, lining himself up with her glistening marehood. One deep thrust was all it took for the blue unicorn to nearly scream in ecstasy. Grabbing her waist, Spike pounded into her, his shaft sliding easily into her glistening nether region. The ridge now rubbed up against her, making her feel weak simply from the feelings of pleasure coursing through her body. He could hear her breasts swing up and clap together, and in time with the clapping of his washboard abs against her pleasant rump. That cpled with her moans and soft whinnies, made him all the harder inside of her.

They continued for hours, switching positions and locations in the cabin several times before both were absolutely spent. By the time they were, though, the mare’s womb was almost overflowing with the young dragon’s seed: her belly was even slightly swollen at the sheer amount pumped into her. In her mind she knew she’d have to remove it with magic soon enough: she wasn’t in heat, but it paid to be careful.

“Tell me,” Spike said with a yawn as they settled down to sleep at last. “What’s your name? I never asked.” It wouldn’t do good for his reputation, if she told anyone, that he was a humper and a dumper. He wanted to know just who he was with was all.

The blue unicorn was silent for a moment. “Trixie,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing happily. Her soft snores soon filled the room, which her magic had thankfully locked before their romp.

Spike’s eyes widened slightly at the revelation, but he was too tired to care that he already knew her from long ago. Snuggling up next to her, he too soon fell asleep, his natural body heat keeping them both warm for the night.

Trixie

Author's Notes:

One lemon down... untold numbers to go. Only the second one I've ever written, too. Well, practice makes perfect, I suppose.