Kept You Waiting, Huh?
Forget Me Not!
B_25 & Loveless
The day, contrary to Spike's belief, went better than expected.
He still leaned against the wall, watching the group of mares from afar, unsure how he managed to make each of them fall in love with him—and then have everyone totally fine with the prospect of sharing him.
In a way, they were all more excited for that, as if it would bring them all closer—giving them more reasons to love and be closer to one another. And even if they didn't, they all loved Spike enough to overcome any problems that would be brought forward.
"I'm not sure about the rest of you," Rainbow Dash had said above the chatter, earning the gazes of everyone present, "but I'm totally starving right now. Who's up for grabbing a bite to eat?"
"I would love to join you, my precious Rainbow Dash, but I'm afraid I must decline." Princess Celestia stood from her seat, gazing at all those present in the room. She let her gaze lingered on Spike. "I'm afraid I rushed away from my duties without informing any of my guards. Our... joined lover had me slightly terrified during the time."
She winked at him, and at that, Spike shivered.
"So, if you girls will forgive me, I must return to the castle for the time being." Princess Celestia's horn glowed gold. But before she could cast any magic, somepony else had as an explosion of blue light spread across the room. "Oh my! What could..."
Princess Celestia ceased her magic at once. When the blue glow of the room started to fade, all eyes present were locked to its source, seeing none other than Princess Luna standing before the crystal map. Standing tall and silent, the princess of the night's gaze swept across the room.
"S-Sister!" Celestia quickly exclaimed as she stood upon four hooves at once. "I was not expecting you to come for me already. Please, forgive me." She walked around the table and toward her sister. "I should have left you a letter explaining things. I hope that I did not leave you in worry."
Princess Luna kept silent during it all. All she did was stare, almost glaring at her sister even when Celestia had approached her. Celestia herself was beginning to sweat, wearing an expression beyond confusion.
She looked at all the other girls present, some standing, some sitting, all equally confused and slightly scared. The latter intensified greatly when Luna chose to talk, the clacking of her armoured hooves pronounced against the ground, her trajectory aligned toward the dragon leaning against the wall.
Spike visibly shivered at once. He watched as the more miniature mare approached, staring and glaring at him, her body language giving him nothing but fear. As she drew near, her shadow grew in size. Had Spike's back not been against a wall, he was sure he would have taken off running.
Luna then stood before him, quietly, and allowed him no escape. Nothing was said, and none moved. All gazes were set on the scene. Those with horns had spells on their minds; those with wings felt them slightly uncurl; those with endurance felt their legs ready to charge.
Silence and stress.
"Spike," Luna nearly whispered, but with what her voice lacked in sounds, it made up for in intensity. "It is my desire to join your recently created herd. I will demand satisfaction from it but also provide my fair share in return."
All the mares in the room, those with plans to charge and save the love of their life, found themselves clueless. Their ears deafened, and their eyes became blind. It took all but one a few moments for their minds to restart.
"L-Lulu!" Princess Celestia was still quick on the call. She'd put her forehooves on the table, arching herself slightly over it while she shouted. "How could you possibly know such a thing? It was made official a mere moments ago!"
Luna looked over her shoulder, covering her mouth, then giggling. "What? All of you thought you could hide your fantasies from the guardian of the dreamscape?" She lowered her hoof as well as her eyelids. "You fillies had some pleasant dreams about this dragon here. Made my duty of the night a lot more... pleasurable as of late."
All the mares present, upon their recovery, were dealt another attack. Rainbow Dash and Applejack fought down their blushes; Rarity and Fluttershy covered each other's eyes with their own forelegs; Twilight and Pinkie swallowed.
"S-Sister!" Celestia cried, sliding back from the table. "You mean you've been spying on us all?"
"Relax, sister. Don't fault me for recognizing a trend: six mares and you all sleeping with the same dragon on the same day? I was following my initiation and found you all here." She shook her head, still smiling at how every girl was blushing. Then, she looked back and up at the dragon. "Don't think I intend on scorning you all. Not in the slightest. I just want to partake in the action.”
"You really aren't playing around, are you?" Spike asked her while dropping his shoulders. "So, what? You really want in?" He shook his head. "You're a beautiful princess of all things. Why not just score a guy for yourself?"
"Because it's been a very long time since I've had someone to love and buck me, to be candid with you." Despite the directness of her words, Luna somehow kept a straight face. "It's been well over a thousand years since I last mated. Upon returning to pony society once more, I was disheartened to find that no longer am I allowed to have a male, royal harem."
Spike blinked at that, unsure of finding that sexy, horrifying, or both.
"Long lost are the days when I may have careful sex with whomever I please," Luna continued, unaware of how red she was making the mares behind her. They all listened with some covering their faces. "But now us princesses must fear for our reputation, risking it every time we sleep with a new partner. Worse are willing to blackmail us for those reasons. Our powers must never be compromised for such reasons."
"I guess you're speaking some sense with that... at least, I hope you are." Spike shook his head, letting his shoulders drop. He was feeling a lot more relaxed but still on edge from the absurdity of the situation. "But there's plenty of better guys out there that won't take advantage of the fact that you're a princess. You don't have to go for me if that's your worry."
"It is not—it is you whom I desire, Spike." Princess Luna could speak such plain words with great importance and vulnerability. Even while she said them, her body trembled once but no more. "Watching all those mares pleasure and be pleasured by you reignited a flame both in my chest and my crotch. Never before have I seen so many mares pleasured by a dragon's cock." She smirked, a fang nibbling cutely on the corner of her lip. "I only hope you can please me the same way. Experiencing a dragon's cock is something I've never tried before. And... and I know you will not use sex as a way to take advantage of my royalty."
"Thanks for the trust of faith... and compliment?" Spike hung his head forward. "Did we switch places, Luna? Because you don't really seem like you're caring about some of the stuff that's coming out of your mouth."
He lifted his head enough not to look at Luna, but rather, over her shoulder at the crowd behind her. Rainbow Dash had opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Losing hope, she, and the rest of the girls, stared at Twilight Sparkle.
Twilight Sparkle felt the combined gazes at once. She shivered underneath the heavy contact, her tail flicking to the right, her forelegs raising in surrender. "W-W-Wait!" Twilight crawled back while the rest of the mares circled around her. "Why do I have to be the one to decide what happens next?"
"It's rather simple, darling." Rarity was the first one to step forward, approaching the sitting mare. She had a hoof raised and pointing upward while she spoke. "Because you're the lead mare for this little herd of ours. It's always been that way, has it not, with you in charge?"
"C-C-Charge?!"
"Makes plenty of sense to me, sugarcube." Twilight looked to her right, seeing Applejack standing over her. The orange mare laid a hoof on her shoulder, rubbing her gently. "You've always been the brains behind most things. Sometimes, we trust in your judgment more than we trust in our own."
"T-They're not wrong, Twilight." Fluttershy sat some feet opposite of Twilight, and while she spoke, she had one of her wings partially covering her face. 'Out of all the girls here, S-Spike seems to love you in a way different from the rest of us. A-And... with how much you two have been through, it only makes sense you two are a bit more special together."
Rainbow Dash flew into the air, hovering, giggling at everyone below. "Are y'all crazy? Twilight's leader because she's the one that messed up! Had her experiment not blown up in Spike's face, none of this would have even happened!" She winked down at Twilight. "All of this is just you taking responsibility, really."
Pinkie only bounced forward, closer and closer toward Twilight—until crashing straight into her. They took to the ground in a fit of giggles. When Twilight adjusted, Pinkie was already hugging her, rubbing their cheeks together.
"Don't be a silly filly that has nervous willies!" Pinkie pulled back enough so she could smile down at the mare. "You're the best at almost everything! The Element Bearers wouldn't have been so good if you hadn't been our bestest leader! You'll do your best with this too!"
Twilight smiled as Pinkie came off her. "Thanks, Pinks."
But even as Twilight sat up, her eyes were still narrowed, and her lips tucked inward. With a sigh, she looked over to her mentor with a head lowered. "P-Princess Celestia? What do you..." She sighed once more, looking down. "Do you think it's really okay for me to be the lead mare in all this? Because it really feels like it should be you?"
While Twilight couldn't see Celestia's face, she definitely heard her voice. "And what causes you to think that, my faithful friend?"
"W-Well... you're older than me... you're wiser than me..." Twilight lifted her muzzle to stare at her mentor. Princess Celestia sat far, her expression impassive, and her eyes set downward on the smaller mare. "You're a lot of things better than me, princess, and because of that, the duty should go to the one who's more... capable."
"Some of that may be true, my once student, but don't forget I still have a kingdom I must still oversee." Celestia gave a small smile. "I already have a huge duty I am responsible for. Plus, since I must live away from here, I don't believe I can tend to our herd as well as you could. That makes you more... capable."
"P-Princess?"
"So it only makes sense that the one who lives closest to the herd, and not only that, lives together with its male subject should, by logic, be the lead mare." Princess Celestia couldn't help herself—a grin spread across her lips. "And that mare would be you, Twilight Sparkle."
Twilight opened her mouth to speak, but no words came through, only a blush to her cheeks. So she closed her lips, shut her eyes, and then sighed. A few breaths later, and reflecting all that had been said, her eyes reopened with a faint glint to them.
"Okay," Twilight said simply at first. She let her gaze sweep across the room, making sure to make eye contact at least once with all of her friends. "If that's how you all feel, if that's what you all want... then I can at least try to be a good, leading mare." She then nodded. "I'll do my best to make sure our herd will not fall apart. That no mare is left behind unloved."
All the mares present, except for one, prepared to jump into a cheer—until that one mare knocked her show against the crystal floor. The sound commanded the attention of everyone present. In a second, all gazes were brought back to Luna, who sat with her arms crossed over her chest.
"I would like to inform everypony that I am, in fact, still here," Luna said with cold delivery, "and that I am very much still waiting for an answer."
Twilight stared at Luna for a second, seeing another princess, another mare desperate for love and for lust. She knew she shouldn't be alone, that she shouldn't be left out on this. So with calming breaths, she nodded her head and looked onward to the dragon. "Spike? Speaking as the leader of our herd, I think you should let Luna into the herd."
Spike stared back at her for a second, raising a claw but finding that Twilight spoke again first.
"But that's still your call," Twilight went on. "Even if all the girls here are comfortable with Luna joining us, we can't force you to love someone just because we want you to." Twilight let her eyes slip shut. "So you should answer her confession like a true dragon. The girls will be behind you no matter what choice you make."
Spike watched as all the mares, all his marefriends slowly backed away from the scene, leaving only Spike and Luna together. He was still leaning against the wall, silent, staring down at the princess. Luna, who had spoken so bravely and without fear, stumbled slightly in place.
Luna was a strong mare, without a doubt, but unaccepted or ignored was her biggest weakness. The feelings of pain were stronger with her though, like living in the shadow of her sister... unaccepted by her ponies... ignored by her sister... That was what created Nightmare Moon.
And more than that.
Having that happen again would wound her terribly once more.
Princess Celestia wasn't the only one who wore a mask; Luna did so as well.
The mask of a strong mare who acts like nothing can hurt her—all in the hope of scaring away the things that can. But right now, underneath that mask lingered nothing but fear. She was afraid, deadly afraid, of being rejected by him. The handsome dragon that now stood in front of her.
In a matter of seconds, the situation had changed, the stakes were raised, and broken hearts were on the line.
Luna stood before the taller dragon, doing her best to keep her legs from wobbling, but feeling them shake nonetheless. All the handsome drake did was stare down at her, his face impassive, but his eyes glowing green with... something soft, gentle, but still terrifying.
He held power in those eyes. And both of them were cast down, in their full intensity, on her. Was it because of the situation? Or was it because of something she said or did? That mask she wore to say vulnerable things without necessarily caring for the results: had it made her say something untrue?
It had, and because of this, because Luna knew she had lied, she feared being found out. Of the dragon ripping her mask off, throwing it on the floor, and using the power of his muscular legs to stomp and crumble it into pieces.
Then he would see what was underneath—he'd point, laugh, and expose what was there. Luna lied. Not getting laid upon her return? It wasn't because of fear of her reputation or a change in social customs: those were all lies set to blanket the truth with concrete.
The truth was this.
Celestia wasn't the only virgin princess.
Luna was one too.
It wasn't through a lack of trying: everyone was afraid of the night in the past. They were afraid of darkness where all kinds of danger were hidden. More than that, it made them afraid her. The goddess who represented the night. The thing they feared. No stallion would dare to like her, love her, or even mate with her. None would ever have sex with her; none would care for a simple and gentle friendship with her.
And that, more than anything, made her kind soul bitter.
Luna stumbled back a step, the silence of the room, combined with the dragon not moving, only staring, rendering her scared, shaking, and self-conscious. Were her lies in the air? Could they smell her fear? Was the bravado fading to the husk that laid underneath?
The lies struck her mind like pellets being slung at her skull. Even after returning, Princess Luna's reputation became better, enough to make friends with everyone present. Ponies respected her like they should; true love became given to her beautiful night. Loneliness was no longer her immortal foe.
But when it came time for sleep, it was still , only her crawling underneath the covers. Alone in bed, she tried her best to return to her room with someone else other than her shadow every day. Saving up her boldness, she asked a guard to join her for a one-night stand, which he gently rejected.
Luna didn't listen to his reasons. Words lied where eyes spoke the truth. And she saw that truth in him. It wasn't out of disrespect to her and what she was, but rather, rejection came because of her worst fear: ponies still feared her.
Even the twisted nobles. Those who would seek her for their own riches and powers, even they did not approach her out of fear from her very shadow. When evil itself was too scared to speak, it sang a hurtful note that stung her heart.
All of that amounted to here, now, her stumbling in the shadow of the handsome dragon. Coming out of nowhere, intruding on everyone else's happy moment and herd, Luna had given their dragon the most unromantic confession in her life. Just appear out of nowhere and demand sex from him.
She thought it would have been easy. If Spike could accept Celestia as she were, then maybe, just maybe, he would do the same to and for her. So Luna kept staring back at the dragon with a confident face, though it was underneath a mask.
And that mask could only repress so much of how embarrassed she was over how shameless she was about everything. In hindsight, she wondered if coming prepared would have given her a better chance instead of rushing. But she shook her head. There was no point in thinking about the past now.
Better chances were too late for her now.
Spike continued to stand tall, staring down at the smaller mare, and looked deeply into her eyes. Her face was stoic. But it was her eyes that told him a story—one that his heartbeat in tandem to its elements. Looking through her mask, a skill he learned after being with Celestia and being with her in the past, he saw through all the fears, pains, and hopes the beautiful mare of the night held.
Understanding her without words, Spike opened his mouth, intending to speak some words of his. Luna shivered at once, causing her to choke on the breath she didn't even know she was holding. Neither did she know what his answer would be, and that choked her even worse.
"Alright, look." Spike let his claws fall to the side, coming to stand up and away from the wall. 'I'm going to play with you straight, Luna. Because, to be honest with you, I don't know much about you. We may have talked here and there, and I know most of the legends about you... but anything more than that is up in the air."
Luna gulped and took a step back, feeling the edges of heat coming from the oncoming blast of rejection.
Still, she stood tall the best she could, striving to keep her eyes from crying, hoping to hold her legs from quivering.
"And we only met because of the girls. Our only reason for being with each other is because of them.” Spike put a claw on the back of his neck, rubbing, almost scratching at his scales. "For them, I... I spent most of my life being around them, y'know? They saw me become the dragon I am now." He sighed. "Heck. Even with Celestia, she raised me.”
Luna tried—and failed—to slow her racing heart.
Spike stopped talking for a second. He placed his gaze over on the girls, seeing them afar, all sitting together, looking at him with looks of amazement. Rarity and Twilight had glossy eyes; Applejack and Rainbow Dash smirked encouragingly at him.
"It's because of them, because of all of the memories we have, because of the relationships we built, because we've been through thick and thin together, that I finally became a true dragon." He gave them all a nod, then turned to look at Luna. "And they all love me for who I really am."
"D-Does this mean..."
Spike watched Luna take a step back, and at once, he inhaled sharply. He didn't close his eyes when he spoke next. "Look. I barely know anything about you—other than what's written in some book. Besides being Celestia's sister, I don't know anything more about you." He took a step toward her, watching the mare's legs nearly buckle because of that. "So it's hard to call you a friend, much more a lover."
Over at the table, the girls watched the scene. Fluttershy could feel a stinging in the corner of her eyes, reaching a hoof toward Luna. She could feel it. Everyone could see how the great princess trembled in the shadow of the dragon. Fluttershy wanted nothing more than to help, but she knew she could do nothing.
Fluttershy watched as the princess's mask cracked, revealing the mare underneath, the one who sniffed, rubbed her eyes, and did her best not to cry.
But Fluttershy looked over to Spike, her pink mane swaying in the air. There, Spike stood tall, looking like he was struggling with himself, equally in the same kind of pain as Luna. He too Fluttershy wanted to help. When she glanced at her friends, they all had expressions of concern, yet they all knew their place in this scene.
I never knew he felt this way, Twilight thought to herself, watching the princess and the dragon standing only feet from each other, both suddenly silent. He's been very thoughtful about this all along. Who knows... he had such deep reasons for loving us? She shook her head. And here I am, accepting her without even giving it a second thought.
Spike stood still for a few seconds more, then closed his eyes, and then sighed, and then reopened them again. Shaking him lightly, and exhaled slightly. "Eh, screw this." He glanced over Twilight. "Yo, Twi? Can you come over here a sec? I need a favour."
Twilight perked up at once. She stood and stepped forward, but not without glancing back at her friends, all of whom shrugged their shoulders. So Twilight walked over to Spike, with her heart pounding in her chest.
"Y-Yes?" Twilight said. "You need me to do something?"
"Yeah." Spike looked straight again. "You know that spell you cast yesterday morning?"
“How could I not? It's what started this whole mess... I mean misadventure!"
"Good. Good." He exhaled and closed his eyes. "Well, I need you to cast it again. Only, a little less boom this time around."
"S-S-Spike!?"
"Please just do it. For me?"
"Are you positive about this?"
"Dunno," he replied. "But it's not like I'm going to care much about it afterward."
"If you say so..." Twilight shook her and closed her eyes. With a sharp exhale, she flooded her magic into her horn, the energy escaping into light from its tip. In a second, the ball of light shot toward Spike, phasing past his skull and settling inside his mind. "T-That should... do it."
Twilight opened her eyes. Looking up from Spike's legs, her gaze settled on his face. It was still pointed down, with his own eyes closed, and when they did not open, Twilight got a little worried. Moments later, they opened in a flash of green, the dragon gasping for air.
"S-Spike!" Twilight nearly cheered, laughing to herself. "Y-You're alright!"
Spike didn't say anything. When the light faded from his eyes, they left them how they were before, only now, they were set on Luna—who watched everything unfold with concern. Seconds later, she gasped, stepping back as the dragon marched toward her.
Spike was much too quick for her, and by the time her horn glowed with magic with escape on the mind—the dragon had her. At once, he threw his arms around her neck, pulling her muzzle against his chest.
"Hey, Luna?" He said to her, letting his chin rest on the top of her head. "You know all that crud I just said? Forget about it. That guy doesn't know what he's talking about." He brought a claw to her mane, stroking it. "Who cares if we don't know a bunch about each other? We can easily fix that by learning about one another from now on."
Luna didn't say anything. She only laid her forehead against his chest, giggling, nearly crying at his words—they certainly felt better than the ones that came before. As his strong arms held her slender body, and his claws worked through her mane, nothing stopped the tears from racing down her cheek.
"S-Spike," she said weakly. "Does this mean that you are accepting my confession?"
Spike pulled his head from the top of her own. Smirking, he held her away from his chest, just enough so she could look up at him—enough so his lips could come crashing down on her own. He kissed in silence and with eloquence; Luna squeaked twice, blinking rapidly.
The passion, the deepness.... all of it could render a strong mare like Luna met to the floor. It came so suddenly, and felt so good that Spike had to hold her up while they made out. This also meant that two, while locked at each other's lips, did not care about the audience to their right.
Everyone was blushing—even Princess Celestia. While they were all proud and happy for Spike's acceptance, they couldn't help but be slightly jealous.
Spike filled his lips with Luna's taste for a few seconds more. He then pulled back, still gazing down at her. "How about it?"
"Whuh?"
"That answers your question?"
Luna shook her head, giggling. "It does." She flicked her gaze up at him, seeing the sharpness of his muzzle, the brightness of his green eyes, and quickly looking down between her forelegs again. "But isn't this a bit fast for a new relationship? From my readings, a couple is supposed to kiss after a date." She blinked. "Are we doing something wrong?"
"Dunno and don't care," Spike replied, smirking. "We really have to follow the usual order on this? Are there any laws on lust before love?"
Luna squeed. Throwing her hoof around his neck, she pulled his muzzle against her own, bringing their lips together. They kissed. They made out. Each wet smack of their lips echoed from the crystal walls.
And as the kiss drew on, it only deepened. Spike brought his claws along her body, letting the thickness of her coat rub along his palm, her fur tickling at his scales. One claw brought itself to her rump, grabbing at her right flank. The softness filled out in-between his talons, causing Luna to moan into the kiss.
The other claw went to her neck. Here, Spike pulled her deeper against him, feeling more of her lips. Her firm layer of fur stroked against the smooth scales of his own. Both were moaning; both were moving.
The girls watched in the background as the couple walked backward. Luna would take a step, separating their lips for a second. Then Spike would plunge forward, covering the new distance and capturing her muzzle once more.
They were coming near the Crystal Map. Spike had tilted his head and parted his lips, letting his tongue slip into Luna's mouth. At once, his small and nimble tongue wrapped against her own, both wrestling in pleasure for dominance over the other.
Twilight was sweating.
"They're... not going to... you know..." Twilight looked over at her friends, some staring back at her, some staring at the couple getting it done on the map. Luna had herself lying back on it, with Spike both standing before her and towering over her. "There's no way they're going to do it, right?"
When Twilight finally looked back, she gasped and blushed at the sight, setting her eyes on Spike's cock. It was out from between his legs, growing in the open air. On the table, Luna herself had her legs spread. He was leaning over her body, keeping their lip-lock in effect.
"They really are going to do it!" Twilight said with a sigh. "And in the middle of this room no less."
Applejack only coughed into her hoof. "Y'all think we should leave? Y'know, give 'em their due privacy?"
"Not on your life, darling!" Rarity walked, nearly ran past her, coming to take a seat on her designated throne. "Talk about a front-row seat to live entertainment! Whenever do you think we shall get such a scene ever again!?"
"Guess ya got me there, Rares." Applejack chuckled. She walked over to her throne, threw herself up and down on it, letting her legs spread apart to reveal her soaking, hot marehood. "And I think the lower part of me agrees with ya too."
Then everyone heard a gust of wind. The two looked over to see Rainbow Dash unfurling her wings. She looked back for a second, smirking, before taking off into an open window above. For a moment, she left everyone confused. To most, this didn't seem like the kind of party she would skip out on.
But as quickly as she'd flown out, Rainbow Dash had flown back in. When she touched down before all, a small box held under her left foreleg. Coming to her seat, she first put the box on the table, opening it to reveal the many sex toys inside.
"If we're going to enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime show," Rainbow went on to say, taking her seat on her throne with her forelegs crossed over her chest, "then you might as well go all out." She then threw her forelegs into the air. "So what are you all waiting for? There's enough in there for everypony!"
Rainbow Dash leaned forward, just enough for her wing to swipe a vibrator from the box. Lying back, she smirked at the pink toy, and a second later, brought it down to her dripping cunt. Without a second thought, she stuck it inside her pussy, moaning slightly as it split her lips.
And before she pulled it out, she let her wing turn it on, pushing the dial to a high number. Once done, she sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the scene before her.
Behind the thrones, Fluttershy had managed to sneak around the table without anypony seeing her. A yellow wing covered her blushing face. The scene before her had made her so embarrassed with just how shameless it was, and yet, she felt her pussy burning with need.
She made it over to her own throne, taking a seat without anyone still noticing, a wing covering her face. Her hoof was set on her pussy, rubbing, slowly, up and down her slit, giving a flick to her clit whenever she could risk it without a whimper.
And even then, Fluttershy peeked between her feathers, given the sight of the two lovers making out. Spike had laid his cock on Luna's soft belly, rubbing it back and forth as their kisses went on.
It was becoming clear that kissing wouldn't be enough for him soon—or her.
“Now isn't this a treat!” Pinkie had called from the other side of the map. "Is everypony up for a sex show? Because my tail is certainly up!" She hopped around the thrones, pulling out bags of popcorn as well as drinks from said raised tail. She gave one to each mare present. "Make sure to drink a lot if ya plan oooooon coming mooooore than ooooonce!"
Pinkie wasn't affected by the scene one bit. This surprised everyone. When she took her seat, she did so with glee, happy everyone else was able to enjoy the passion—that was all the pleasure she seemed to have needed.
Twilight silently sat on her throne. To none's surprise, she came with a pen and paper. She had her fill the night before. Now that she had the perfect show, now was the time to take excellent notes on interspecies sex and references to be used in bed later.
That didn't mean her pussy didn't burn with the desire to be touched. But she was so dedicated to writing the act down to the benefit of others that she forwent herself for the moment. Even if she was rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against her seat, ignoring how great it felt.
Celestia was distracted. She was writing a letter with the scroll against a wall. Behind her, Spike had his cock on Luna's crotch, rocking it back and forth, pressing it harder and deeper into her softness. His tip neared her slit. Both were lubricated by their own excitement.
Celestia used her magic to scratch the feather against the scroll. Once done, her magic finished in a flash, sending the letter to her top guard, Reven, back at the castle. The order? To close down the throne room for the day.
Celestia knew this was a moment she could not miss. Being there for her sister finally losing her virginity... no other event as a princess could excuse her from missing that. How could she not be here? How could she not be proud of her sister the moment it was needed most? Deciding to be a good sister, Celestia walked past the map, giving a wink to her sister.
She then came to a stop at Rainbow's box of goodies. Peering in with an arched eyebrow, she'd never seen such toys before, but even without much prior knowledge, they all looked appealing to her. Her magic levitated a petite horse dildo out from it, bringing it over under her barrel and over to her crotch, letting it slip into her pussy while her sister played with a dragon's cock.
Celestia stepped back in-between two thrones, deciding to enjoy the show standing up, using her magic to slide the dildo in and out of her pussy.
And then the mares watched.
Spike kept his lips full of her. His eyes had long since been closed, enjoying the plushness of her lips, the sounds of her sharp exhales, and more of all, the tiny, squeaky moans he could urge from the depths of her throat brewed from the center of her chest.
With the table now holding her, his claws were free to slide along her body, feeling how cutely her body curved. Each sensation only pumped more and more blood into his cock, causing it to ache, if a little stiffly, from all the use it had all the day before.
But Luna was sexy enough to endure that stiffness.
But, sooner than they would have liked, both mare and dragon were breathing too heavily through their snouts. They deepened their kiss for a second, knowing they would have the breakaway the next, and when they did so, they did with a little regret.
"S-So... my black princess..." the gentle dragon said in-between his pants, his eyes locked to her own. He was enamoured with them. Her eyes glowed a colour of soft teal—framed by her black eyelashes. "What would you request of me first? Anything special I can do for you?"
Luna only rolled her eyes. "You want my order? Fine." She smirked at him, letting her tongue move over her lips. "How about you stop talking and use that sweet mouth of yours to pleasure me."
Spike smiled back. "Your wish is my command."
He leaned in for a deep kiss, filling his mouth with her lips, enjoying her firmness one last time. Then he broke away—but not far. Instead, he brought his mouth to her cheek. His reptilian tongue slipped past his own lick, licking up and down at the fur on her cheeks, something tickling the skin underneath by drawing small circles.
Then, without warning, he pulled up, up and to her right ear, lightly blowing against it. They perked at once from his warmth, making her blush down below. Then he went for it, tilting his head and moving forward, nibbling at the fur and skin at the top of her ear.
The princess moaned, not understanding how such a tiny act could make her feel soo-o-oo good! Her body shivered, and her legs came together, her thighs unintentionally flattening against either side of his cock. She kept him in place with her softness, beginning to rub her legs together, letting her flesh and her fur squeeze against his member.
Luna moaned and shivered like she had never had before. And this was true. The princess had never experienced foreplay in all her life. Even when it came to pleasuring herself, she never toyed around, continually flicking her clit from the start, reaching orgasm as quickly and as simply as possible.
And when it was done, it was done, and that was that.
But Spike moved over to her left ear, letting his lips brush along its side, driving her wild. His small exhale swept over her fur, making the skin underneath sensitive. Then the tip of one of his fangs set itself against her skin, pressing lightly, just enough to impress into the flesh.
And that tiny thrill of danger... made Luna crazy! She rubbed her thighs faster and harder against his cock, which in itself felt hot and hard against her softness, only making her shiver more. Something was building in-between her legs—she could feel her folds become inflamed like never before.
And then Spike drew away. He pulled back from his ministrations without warning, leaving Luna a panting and confused mess. She didn't have time to glance up at him. No. Right away, his head came over to her horn, taking her tips into his mouth, letting his tongue work up and down the hard surface.
But Luna didn't feel anything. It was like a guard kissing one of her shoes—it did nothing for her. It was her crotch that needed his mouth and his tongue at the moment. Why was he taking so long to get to the good stuff? So Luna took things into her own hooves. Flooding magic into her horn, she... she... she...
Pleasure exploded from the tip of her horn, coursed down through the width of her body, and tingled into nothingness at the ends of her four hooves. Conversing in place, Luna couldn't even breathe from the lingering exhilaration.
Luna tried to speak, to talk to the dragon, and while she opened and closed her mouth sloppily, no words, but moans, came out. She tried moving her body, but all that lingered was the pleasant tingles of her pleasure.
Spike was still on her horn. Licking and sucking her horn like it was a lollipop. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open, his long tongue wrapping around the width of her horn, working up and down her surface, eliciting more tingle the harder and the quicker his tongue worked on her.
It wasn't just her body that tingled. Down at her crotch, her folds were soaking from the femcum welling inside her pussy, some of it spilling out from her excitement alone. She was beyond wet.
The cum that spilled from the bottom of her pussy trickled, landing and splattering on the Crystal Map not occupied by her firm flanks. It was on for some reason, the map, and the scene looked almost like two giants fucking on a tiny Equestria.
And above, the dragon kept sucking off the giant horn, pulling back for a moment—but leaving his tongue still wrapped around the magical instrument. Without warning, seconds later, he retracted his tongue, letting it zip and wipe around the base of her, tickling her with an influx of titillation her spasming legs could not handle.
Once the tongue had unwrapped from the very base of her horn, the dragon caught the distance his retracting tongue had created: he through his mouth against the tip of her horn, sucking it with powerful impresses and depresses of his lips—smiling when he could hear her legs wildly beating against the map in a fit beyond passion and pleasure.
And she came. With a scream, squirm, and spasm, the pleasure from her horn climaxed. Its tip, unknown to her, dripped with a rainbow-coloured excitement. Small, it was thickly dense, dropping and then pelting against Spike's tongue.
Spike opened his eyes at once. He blinked. Pulling back from her horn, he then stuck his tongue out before his eyes—seeing the strange, thick liquid. From where it was, that spot on his tongue tasted most juicy of all. He'd swallowed some by mistake, and... all he could feel was energy flooding his body.
The heck is this stuff? Spike thought to himself, that was until he had a moment to blink. Wait, why do I care? Awesome taste and amazing energy? I need more of this stuff! So he retracted his tongue, swallowed the strange substance, and then went for more from Luna's horn.
"S-S-Spike!" Luna screamed out with her eyes closed, feeling his lips become tight against the tip of her horn. She pressed her forelegs to the sides of his body, trying, futilely, to push him away. "I-I'm really sensitive there! You're... you're making me feel really good right now."
But Spike kept on.
And the mares watched.
Most had begun pleasuring themselves to the show. Twilight herself struggled the most. Sex, quite literally, was in the air. From the combined, thick musk coming from each of her friend's pussies, to the dragon banging a princess on the table, and finally, the revelation of horn's ability to expel a substance that supports those who swallow it... it was simply too much for the studious mare to handle.
Twilight closed her eyes, her crotch still rocking against the hard surface of her seat, and started a spell. A shudder coursed through her at once. Sweat poured from her forehead and cheeks. There was a bright and violet flash, and though the spell was gone, the casting of magic still remained.
"Mmhmm!" Twilight lifted a hoof to her mouth, biting down. It was all she could do to express the goodness rocking her body from the inside. She cast a stimulation spell around her horn; the very act brought her nearly the same pleasure that Luna had enjoyed.
After all, Twilight was going to need a bit of... field research for her report.
Spike, however, remained focused on the task at claw. Once his tongue had licked the last of the horn's juices, he pulled back from it, but only by an inch. From there, he pressed his lips against the underside of her horn, kissing where he had landed. Then he pulled back, and then he did the same thing again—only lower.
And lower.
And lower.
His kisses travelled down and across her horn, coming down to her forehead, where his tongue gave a quick lick to her trimmed fur. He worked down further still, kissing down the space between her closed eyes, letting his fangs nip at her skin.
And when he had reached her lips—he took them greedily. He felt their plushness work against his own, push against his own, and best of all, envelope against his own. He tried to catch them. To nimble on her bottom lip when it became caught between his own.
But Spike knew he couldn't stay there. The scent in the air proved they were beyond foreplay. So when he felt Luna pressing her tongue against his lips, demanding entry: he refused. Pulling away at once, he didn't give her time to whine, squeezing his snout into the softness of her jaw, keeping her mouth shut because of that.
Luna still had her forelegs on his sides. She rubbed them backward and downward, encouraging him to descend where she so desperately wanted him. And Spike... Spike obeyed for the moment, kissing at her velvet texture of fur by her throat, then feeling the tuft of fluff from her chest caresses his cheek, and then finally, having his lips sink into the softness of her belly. At the same time, the heat of her crotch radiated ever downward.
And Spike sought it. He needed it. Be it the hot, sexy, small mare squirming underneath him, or to the thrill of being surrounded by mares only watching or, heck, the stuff from the horn he had swallowed—all of it had sent him over the edge. His cock ached to the point that it brought him almost pain if he didn't do something about it soon.
That's why Spike went straight away to his desire. He pulled himself off the mare, leaving only his cock resting on the table, his own head in-between her thighs. Luna's pussy exuded a wave of heat across his cheeks. Her clit peeked out from under its hood, sensitive to everything.
And that's what Spike went for first. His mouth slammed into the small nub, taking the area and the whole into his mouth, letting his fangs brush against the slope of her crotch, working his tongue up and down the dense ball of her nerves, licking the small patch of fur.
And Luna, went, wild. She kicked her hooves up and down almost like a child while her forelegs shot to either side of her head, pressing inward to repress the pleasure that was threatening to explode from every inch of her body.
Without meaning to, she rocked her crotch back and forth, shoving her pussy into Spike's face, again and again, feeling parts of his sharp chin dip past her folds. Her clit shot deeper into his mouth, keeping it warm and moist, forcing his tongue to press harder against her most sensitive part.
Spike minded this not at all—so long as he could enjoy himself as well. So, while eating her out, he let his claws shoot aimlessly forth, feeling his palms fill with the softness and thickness of Luna's thighs. This gave him something to hold, something to squeeze, but it wasn't the only thing that was to please him.
No. While his tongue wrapped around Luna's clit over and over, his claw crawled further and further up her thigh, feeling the softness covering his palms transition into something, while equally soft, was a lot firmer.
Spike worked his snout deeper into Luna's pussy while his tongue finished wrapping around her clit. Much to his delight, his claws had worked to exactly where he wanted them, feeling the roundness of Luna's ass fill into his palms.
Even without looking, he could admire their shape. How they were perfectly round in proportion to the rest of her body, not too big and not too small, softness layered by a perfect amount of firmness. His digits kneaded the flesh, letting it fill out in the gaps of his claws, before letting go and, seconds later, squeezing again.
On the table, his cock roused, stiffening intensely from the overwhelming stimuli. From eating out Luna's pussy to squeezing her flanks... his arousal ached at the base of his own crotch, demanding, and soon, that something be done.
And done it would be. Once more, Spike let his tongue unravel from her clit, feeling his tongue unwind at high speed along the surface. Luna cried, screamed, and clamped her thighs together—locking Spike's face into her pussy while she came.
Torrents of cum splashed through Luna's tight tunnel as they then came splashing into the dragon's opened maw. He didn't fight it, only cupping Luna's ass tighter, pushing them together, and thus, her thighs against his cheeks.
The thin liquid poured into his mouth, touching his tongue with faint sweetness, flowing to the back of his throat. He swallowed greedily, moaning each time, feeling the heat of her cum warm his throat from the inside out.
"Oh... h-huzzah... S-Spike..." Luna had her head arched forward, gazing down at the dragon caught between her legs. When she stopped panting, she smiled at him. Seconds later, her head fell back, and she let herself enjoy the bliss of her orgasm.
A break that would not last for long.
Luna had closed her eyes, tucked her bottom lip inward and bit down on it, and allowed her body to quiver however much it pleased. She felt movement around her but did not care enough for it. Soon enough, the light flooding her closed lids faded, and that was enough to pique her interest.
When Luna opened her eyes, she could not see anything that wasn't Spike. He towered over her, having climbed himself on the table, straddling his thighs on either side of her body. His face nearly blurred into the distance—his hard, long, and sharp cock was entirely in focus.
"Suck it."
Luna blinked her eyes. "I beg your pardon?"
"Suck my cock." Spike inched his crotch closer to her muzzle, letting his tip rest on the bridge of her snout. She looked at him, each eye coming closer together to settle on the thing between them, seeing his tip twitch from finally touching against something soft. "You were kind enough to throw your pussy into my face. It's only fair that I get a bit of the action."
Luna continued to stare at his cock, almost struggling to keep her head up from its weight. While it wasn't necessarily heavy, there was enough mass about it for her to struggle in holding it up. Not only that, but it's heat nearly burned into her skin, its every throb rocking at her fur. A hunk of meat compact in everything her pussy currently lacked inside of it.
"Unless you don't want to... whiii-iiich I doubt."
Luna was at a loss for words. She kept staring at the cock, watching it twitch atop her snout like it was demanding her attention. And when she had failed to answer, the dragon riding her took matters into his own claws. Letting his rump fall on her chest, he pinned her in place, letting his tip slide further along her snout.
"You're not saying no, Luna," Spike smirked down at her from above, rocking his crotch forward and back, sliding his cock along her muzzle. The bumpy ridges of his underside brushed her skin roughly, enthusing the power his cock held over her. "And you've got me so wound up from all that magic from before." His smirk turned sinister. "If you're not going to do anything, then I'll do so for you."
He pulled back at once, still sitting on her chest to keep her pinned. She tried to move her legs only to feel them locked in place. Inching her head to the right, she saw past their bodies—his tail wrapped around her.
Much like she'd done with her thighs, Spike was using his tail to keep her in place.
"You're not getting out of this one, Lulu." When Luna returned to looking back at Spike, at once, she felt something hard pressing at her lips. His cock throbbed against his bottom lip, demanding entrance into her maw. "You used me as a toy for your pleasure... it's about time this greedy dragon got what he is owed."
Luna panted as the event played out. Never before had she found herself so powerless before... and been so thrilled about it. The way she was held down, his weight heavy but pleasant, keeping her in place. She raised her forelegs only for his shins to come crashing down on them, not with force, but enough to lock her completely to the table.
And Luna couldn't have been driven more crazy by it! Even when she locked eyes with Spike, though his eyes were narrowed, the soft glow of green soothed her somewhat, knowing that a part of this was for show.
But that didn't take away the thrill of being dominated. The feeling got only better once Spike had thrown his crotch into her face, rocking his cock into her mouth, feeling her lips massage his member while he shot inside her mouth.
Luna tried to retreat at first by pulling away, feeling the large slab of meat slip from her lips until only his tip rested on her tongue. But that only lasted for a second. Without sensing it, while pulling back, the back of her head collided against something hard.
And when her eyes glanced back, she knew what had stopped her, seeing one of his claws cupping her head. Her eyes then went wide before looking forward again. Seeing the dragon's grin, she whimpered before his full-length shot inside of her mouth, filling her maw from her tongue to the roof of her mouth, then shooting all the way to the back of her throat.
"That's right. Get all of my cock in your tiny mouth." Spike rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the slight movement, pleasured by her tongue running along the underside of his cock. "Could you imagine if someone took a photo of this? Their princess of the night dominated by some dragon?"
The thought should have appalled her, but instead, Luna getting caught by the public like this... she whimpered as her pussy clamped from the thought. Desperately, her clit came out again, desiring to be touched but unable for it to be so due to its owner being pinned.
"Y-You know, Luna. This isn't going to be enough to do the trick." Spike had closed his eyes while he still rocked his hips, enjoying how his cock slid out from her mouth, cooling in the air for no longer than a second, before sliding back into the warmth of her maw. "You've got my cock in t-there pretty decently. But it's not enough to send me over the edge. Y'know?"
Luna could only whimper as she felt the dragon pick up his pace. It'd been manageable when it had been slow: it gave her time to adjust to having her mouth completely filled. But when his cock slid in and out, with his claw holding the back of her head, keeping her still and rightist while his member pounded into her maw—it sent her heart coursing into overdrive.
"Mmhmm! Yeah. That's right. Suck me off, Luna." Spike leaned his head back, a low growl brewing from deep inside his chest. He was almost holding Luna in place by her mane now, making her mouth take his cock every time, hearing her whimper and moan each time his thickness spread her lips further apart. "You like that, don't you? To finally have a cock inside your mouth? To know what it feels like to have a guy have his turn on you. We can't always be in power, can we?"
Luna would have nodded her head if she could—but the claw pulling at her hair kept her rigid. His cock kept sliding in and out of her mouth to the point where Spike was outright humping her face. She did her best to relax and to take his length, though she was running out of space for him, and he still had only more to give.
"That's r-right. Take it." Spike let his head roll forward, his eyes open, staring down at the princess in his cock. She looked so cute below. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. The whole of her mouth was occupied by the size of his cock—which he felt poking against the back of her throat. "And that means all of it. Just like how I did for you."
And at that, all rules were off the table as Spike thrust his hips forward. Luna moaned aloud when his length travelled to the back of her mouth, sliding down and into the velvet texture of her throat. At once, the walls of her throat clamped around his cock, giving him more of what he wanted without meaning to.
"M-Mmhmm!" Spike threw his head back while his eyes closed, carelessly flicking his hips back and forth, rocking the sensation for every iota of pleasure it could give him. Not only that, but the occasional whimper of the mare fueled his thrusting all the more. "We're... we're getting there."
Luna didn't respond to the change—her eyes had rolled back while her throat continued to be fucked. She gave herself to the situation. Pleasure and pain mixed into the most wonderful feeling that could not be explained but embraced. Letting her body go limp, she took the pounding, delightfully so.
Spike himself was feeling himself coming to a close. From the texture of her throat rubbing along and against his full length, to the feeling of having a tiny mare pinned beneath his heavy body, to the knowledge that it was him that made her into what he wanted her to be... everything threaten to crack the aching in his cock that had started when all this begun.
But he wouldn't waste the opportunity. Not on something as basic as her throat. Luna was a princess and a mare worthy of having her virginity taken correctly. He wouldn't lose himself to base desires over what he knew he needed to do.
So he pulled out. His cock slid out from her mouth, coated in split, twitching in the cooling air. Luna herself was still far gone from the world—her mouth still wide open, eyes closed, head held up by her own doing.
Spike snickered to himself. She wouldn't expect what was about to happen next. Because of that, he lowered himself along her slim stomach, letting his erection drag against the smooth expanse—dripping pre-cum into spots on her body.
When he had crawled back, he had his thighs pressing against her own. Her eyes rolled down at the sudden sensation—surprised by his sharp muzzle filling her vision. Spike blanketed his body over her own, feeling his hardness pressing down against her softness, once more locking her in place.
"I... I... I haven't been exactly the most gentle with you, Luna," Spike managed out between his panting, keeping his head level and his eyes locked on her. "Forgive me for that burst. I never felt something like that before."
"N-Nor have I," the princess replied, "and I too e-enjoyed it."
"You did?" Spike then chuckled at his own words, drawing his lips closer to hers. "Glad to hear that then. Gives you and I an interesting dynamic to have, don't you agree?" He didn't give her a chance to speak as he took her once more into a kiss, using the break in speech to close his cock closer to her clit.
"Whuah? N-No fair!" Rainbow Dash leaned forward from her chair, flicking her hoof at the scene. "So he gets to go all primal and whatever with Luna only?" She shook her head, crossed her forelegs, and sat back. "I think we all should get a chance at him being that brutal with us. Right girls?"
No answer.
"The heck?" Rainbow looked around her to see all her friends blind and gone from the world. Each friend had their eyes on the couple kissing and, to those sitting behind the duo, rubbing their pussies silly to the sight of his tip poking against the princess's clit. "Y-Yo! Girls to Rainbow Dash?"
The girls continued with their pleasure.
It was only Fluttershy, with a few words, that took a moment to cast her a glance. "R-Rainbow? Just... imagine yourself as the princess right now, okay?"
"Imagine me as the princess?" Rainbow Dash shook her head—but it didn't matter. Fluttershy had already returned to drawing circles over her clit. During the session, her wings had withdrawn to her sides by themselves. "Why in the heck would I want to be somepony else? I'm plenty awesome for myself. Thank you very much."
Rainbow Dash looked back to the table. Seconds later, she was biting her bottom lip. Luna looked so small and so crushed under the big, heavy, bulky dragon. The way her barrel twisted but kept locked in place. Being dominated and having one's power taken away allowed Luna to be free from the heavy burden of making choices.
And like it or now, Rainbow Dash soon didn't see a princess underneath the dragon—no. She saw a Wonderbolt. Small and blue, unable to move. Usually, it was something she hated to see: a fragile little thing. But here, and only here, seeing herself pinned by her love, Rainbow could get off to the idea and image of being absolutely rutted.
Luna herself was lost to the kiss. She brought her hooves to guide her hooves to his sides—only for his claws to wrap around her wrists, slamming them against the table and applying constant pressure. She couldn't move despite her budging—and it only made her all the more wet.
Spike then broke the kiss. "Are you ready?"
A whimper, followed by a nod, was her response.
And Spike nodded back. He then retook her lips, not hungrily, but with passion, lining his cock with her slit. Then, slowly, he slid himself in-between her folds, feeling her tightness clamp around his girth.
She whimpered. Luna whimpered and whimpered into the kiss. The feeling of something so big entering so much was an influx of overriding pleasure that she couldn't expel with movement—she could only tremble under the weight of him.
So. Luna nipped on his bottom lip—not too fierce, but something to tug at with her teeth. It was all she had to endure the convulsions of her body. The further he went, the worse and the better it got, so much so, that kissing wasn't enough.
In her limited movement, Luna took a risk. She broke the kiss by backing up, and before she could be caught, flew forward. Throwing her mouth at the side of her neck, she brought her teeth down on the scales, biting as hard as she could, finding expelling the courses of energy her body was creating.
"Naughty filly," Spike wrapped his neck around her own, growing into her right ear. "Did I say you could be free?" He nipped on her ear, causing them to perk up. "I've forgiven you just this once... after you've had your punishment."
Luna couldn't have bitten harder into his scales with all her teeth, almost fearing they would break from the impact alone. Without warning his cock had slid all the way into her pussy, feeling his tip brush against her cervix.
"Feeling full?" Spike whispered down into her ear, exhaling a warm breath into it. "Bet you've never had any toys like this, huh? Always so worried about other ponies taking advantage of you, but never expecting that a dragon might." He pulled his hips back and allowed his cock to back out of her, leaving only his tip inside. "Besides the mares watching us now, no one will know about what happens on this table. When we're alone, you're mine.”
He chuckled at her whimper. Luna had edged herself down onto his member, her pussy feeling hollow, the tightness of her walls needing to be pushed apart by something hard, long, and big. She wanted him. She needed him.
It didn't matter what way he had her—so long as he had her.
"Blackmailed by some nobles," Spike whispered as he slid himself back into her, feeling her walls pushed apart by his cock, loosening them with his thrusts. "Or dominated in private by some dragon." He slid all the way in only to pull out once more, leaving her feeling hollow again. "Tell me, Lulu, which one is worse for you?"
Luna inched herself onto his cock, clamping her inner walls down on his girth, almost like some futile attempt to keep him locked and stuck. "The one where you're not inside of me. Please. Do as you please, but do not leave me."
It was the most vulnerable thing she could have said.
And Spike did not let this pass lightly.
"When you're so adorable underneath me," Spike said as he slid out of her, then back in again, keeping a small but steady rhythm, "I could never think of leaving you. Don't you get it? You're part of my herd now. You're mine."
"And you are mine."
"That so?"
"You won't have a helpless mare underneath you without me," Luna said, squeezing her thighs together, intensifying his cock that filled out her cunt. "And you won't have a mare that you can fondle anyway you like in your dreams. You've made a powerful mare submissive in a way she never knew she desired."
Spike grinned as he shoved himself inside her. "The best way to escape the weight of responsibility is removing the ability to bear it at all." He dropped his crotch onto her own, feeling his cock slide all the way in. He flicked his hips, bringing himself only halfway out, then shoving him all the way in. "But don't think that's an excuse not to please me, Luna."
"I-I shall... do my... b-best..." Luna closed her eyes while she intook the sensation. First was the heavy body over her own, weighing heavily against the best, the hardness of scales covering her soft fur. His musk, his scent; it was her everything.
And the way his rock-hard cock pounding inside her tight little pussy... a long member of hard meat beating up and against her tummy threaten to turn her feral. She needed more of the sensation. Even for the first time, what she was getting simply wasn't enough to please her.
So. Luna got creative. With her limited space underneath his giant body, she struggled against his weight to twist her body, finding a niche of space between his legs, throwing one leg up and over his cock.
"Cheeky little filly! Losing it, aren't you?" Spike let his grip on her forelegs go lax, allowing her escape freely—only because he locked his thighs against her crotch and ass. With his claws free and his hips still humping her pussy, he let one of his claws go around her neck, holding her head up, and another to her ass, letting his palm fill with the flesh of her flank.
"K-Kiss me!" Luna cried, and not for long. Spike leaned over and down her body, meshing his lips against her own, taking them greedily as they made out. His cock kept pumping in and out of her pussy, feeling her walls contract when he pulled out, almost like she was trying to keep him from leaving at all.
And Spike went for what he desired at all. Having this mare be so slinky in her posture drove him wild in how it was him that was holding her up. Her body was so soft and so leathery, draping in places, the softness of her body filling out against his claw to keep itself up.
Plus, Luna's ass. Luna's ass. Her butt was something that drove him crazy that not even his furious groping and squeezing couldn't hope to quell it. His digits kneaded the flesh, feeling the softness fill out in-between them. The fatness of her ass flattened against his palm made him squeeze harder just to feel more of it.
And the two whimpered. Luna sideways allowed him easier entry into her pussy, allowing him to slide in and out without any resistance. They fucked as quickly as their pleasure and their permi tted movement. Every passing second, his thighs slapped against her thighs faster than the time before, building into a rhythm, backed by a chorus of whimpers and moans, all of which could not possibly last for much longer.
Spike broke the kiss without breaking his rhythm. Even inches away, each of his thrusts fluctuated him closer to her muzzle, sometimes bumping their snouts together—something which made them both cutely blush.
"Y-You doing alright?" Spike asked. His voice had lost its growl, the soft glow of his eyes taking her focus once more. "Because we're getting close to the end. And it's going to feel great, but it's going to feel really weird."
Luna only nodded. Her body was rocked up and down, taking the pushing and the pulling of his cock. It warmed her how such a simple act possessed such an influence on her whole body. "You are very strange, my Spike, and yet I trust your strangeness above all else."
"That so?" Spike chuckled. "So much for bravado then."
And that was an end to their words. Spike captured her lips again, and she kissed back, both of their eyes closing. The mares sitting around the table nearly had their legs thumping against their seats, all timing their release to the star couple.
Spike's tail raised entirely into the air while slamming his crotch into her own. His speed nearly blurred the action. The clap of their thighs and the smack of their lips echoed off the crystal walls. Luna herself kept her pussy continuously clenched, milking the pleasure while it still lingered.
The aching in Spike's cock reached its breaking point. He knew the time was now. Pounding her pussy with a few, last, quick and hard thrusts, he slammed himself all the way inside her tight pussy. They both whimpered, then moaned, their lips parting and their heads tilting, both screaming, joined by everyone present, into the air.
Luna's velvet inner walls clenched their tightest around his cock. At once, she came, her walls welling with femcum. Seconds later, Spike's cock welled at his sides, pushing out against her clenching, expanding inside of her.
Knotted to her entrance: Spike came. Luna had never felt so split down there in all her life—a stretching that hurt but tingled more so with pleasure seconds later. Inside her pussy, their cum mixed together, filling upward, unable to escape.
And Spike... he collapsed at once. Not given a break from his lust since yesterday, all the power built to finish one last deed... with it done, he had no will left to spare. His heavy body fell fully over and against the smaller mare, completely entrapping her underneath him.
And, much like him, Luna was unable to push him all.
So. She enjoyed it. The feeling of having the weight of his body cover her, protect her, warm her and defend her. It was all she needed for the moment. His cock was still left inside of her. Though, after a few more moments, his knot began to shrink.
"You're..." Spike said through a pant, "...almost like... a... teddy-bear..." His claws slid underneath her body, hugging her against himself. Even now, orgasm was gone; her softness still brought him bliss. "Cuddle you in real life... and make love with you in our dreams... just how much more of you could I get?"
That sweetness, about such roughness, was enough to finish the other mares that missed their climax. Everyone, pleased and satisfied, panted and nearly slept, enjoying... everyone present, the things that had happened, and whatever the future had in store for the lovely herd.
"Oooooh, c'mon!"
Spike covered an eye with a claw. Before him, he stood over the stove, cringing at the burnt eggs on the pan. And by pan, it was pans—at least six were set on a long stove, each cooking their own meals, all meant for the mares chattering from beyond the kitchen... and not much left in terms of himself.
"Get all the mares," he replied to himself, "and none of the food."
His claw turned a dial on the stove. At once, the flame died down, merely shimmering the vegetative oil across the metal. Spike's tail wagged over to the pan, wrapping its spade around the handle, picking it up, moving it over, and setting it down on the preparation table behind him.
Sighing, he shook his head. Was it worth it? All the cooking, caring, and confusion about whom he was supposed to date on a particular date? Deciding to take a break, he stepped over to the kitchen's doorway, still staying out of sight, but seeing into the next room.
All the mares—his mares—were sitting around the table. Rainbow Dash and Twilight had their wings slightly flared while they talked excitingly to each other. Rarity and Fluttershy whispered into each other's ears, giggling at the feeling of each other's breaths.
And everyone else... they were just happy to be together. Together. That word was vital for him. The day before had started in desperation and depression. Lonely and unable to properly express everything that he felt.
Now. Now, free from his worries, he was able to express himself, relieve the repression of the girls closest to him, and bridge the gap separating them all. He hadn't known when it started, but at least he brought it back together.
And the work and time required, he suddenly realized, did not matter, so long as he could do both of those things together with someone he loved... with the someones he loved.
So. When the meal was finished and brought out to the mares, everyone laughed, giggled, and chuckled. And Spike, with a mouth full of eggs and pancakes, made the biggest, goofiest smile to everypony present.
And collectively, everyone laughed together.