Chapter IX: Solar Flare

Darkness. All Spike could see was darkness.

He was falling- he could feel it. He screamed for help, or, he tried to- he felt the air rush out of his lungs, but no sound came to his ears. He tumbled end over end helplessly… but suddenly, it was over. Spike squeezed his eyes shut, swaying slightly as he felt the word continue to spin. The sensation eventually faded, and Spike dared to open his eyes, to be greeted by the sight of… Fluttershy's bedroom?

Spike's grip on Celestia's neck tightened as she suddenly began to move. "Hmm, now where could it… ah, here it is," she said to herself. She approached his basket and picked it up in her mouth. She glanced back at him. "Hddd nnn thhh," she said with her teeth firmly clenched around the wicker. He complied, gripping the back of Celestia's neck with all his strength, going so far as to clamp his legs around the base- if his actions caused her any pain, then she didn't show it. Her horn glowed brightly, there was another brilliant flash of light, and the bedroom was vacant once again.

For several terrifying moments, Spike fell helplessly in the blackness- when it was over, and the world had stopped spinning, he opened his eyes. The library greeted him. He wretched as he released Celestia's neck- being teleported twice in a row certainly wasn't doing his stomach any favors. He hopped off of her back as she set down his basket, and instantly regretted his impatience- he doubled over, his hands on his stomach, as the queasy feelings in his stomach flared up. He dropped to his knees, fighting the urge to vomit. "Ohh…" he groaned. "…I think I'm gonna be sick…"

Celestia looked down at the young dragon, who had now turned an alarming shade of green. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm-" Spike pushed the contents of his stomach down with a hard swallow. "…I'll be fine."

"I sincerely doubt that. Hold still for a moment." She craned her neck down, touching her horn against his head- it glowed brightly, and at once, Spike began to feel better. "You get teleportation sickness?"

"…Yeah. I tell Twilight that getting teleported upsets my stomach, but she never believes me."

"It happens to everyone dear. Even I was… affected by it the first time- Luna still likes to tease me about it. Don't worry, you'll get used to it over time… though the effects do tend to be more pronounced in passengers." The glow faded and she took her horn away. "Feeling better?"

He stood upright again- she noticed that he kept his eyes on her hooves. "Yeah, much better. Thank you, Princess."

"It was no trouble. And I've already told you, you don't have to call me 'Princess' when we're alone."

"Yes Pr- I mean, okay Celestia." He still wouldn't look up at her. For a long while, he stood there in front of her, staring at her hooves. Eventually, she spoke. "Spike, is there something troubling you?" She placed a hoof under his chin, and tilted his head up- he offered no resistance, but squeezed his eyes shut. "…Why won't you look at me?"

"…Princess, I-I think there might be something wrong with me."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, every time I look into a pony's eyes, they… I… they…" He took several deep breaths, as he tried to figure out how to word his answer. Eventually, he replied in careful, measured words, "Every time I look into a mare's eyes, it makes them want to have sex with me."

Celestia didn't reply. Spike merely stood in silence, his eyes squeezed shut, awaiting her reply- he could only imagine what her reaction might be. He shivered as he imagined the Princess's face contorting into an expression of unfathomable rage. But then she asked with surprising calmness, "Spike, would you open your eyes for me?" Spike did not comply. "Please?"

Spike really, really didn't want to… but who would be crazy enough to refuse a direct request from the Princess? After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes, finding himself gazing directly into Celestia's gorgeous lavender ones. She wasn't like Twilight or her friends- he couldn't see any sort of emotion in them. He wasn't sure if he should have felt relieved by that fact, or terrified.

"I already know," she said simply.

Spike was stunned. "Wait, you knew this was gonna happen?"

"Well if by 'this' you mean that I knew you would be starting your mating cycle soon, then yes, I did. In fact, I sent a letter to Twilight just a few days ago asking to keep an eye on you- and herself- for any strange behavior or feelings. Although, it seems that you two had the situation quite under control."

"Uh, right…" Spike remembered the letter- at this point, it was most likely a soggy pile of mush sitting on Rarity's doorstep. "But, what happens now? I'm not gonna be stuck like this forever, am I?"

"Of course not, Spike. A cycle for your breed usually only lasts about a week, and judging from the strength of your spell, it seems yours is near its end."

Spike let out a deep sigh of relief. "Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

"But next month, your cycle will start again, and for a week, mares will be compelled to bed you. And it will happen again the month after that. And the month after that. And the month after that. And this process will repeat itself for one week in every month for the rest of your life."

Spike's happiness was instantly shattered. "Then, what should I do? Does… does this mean I'll have to leave Ponyville?"

"Not at all. But this is just the beginning. Today, you're accidentally seducing mares- in a few months' time, through no fault of your own you could end up destroying Ponyville." Spike shuddered when he heard that. "You're going to need somepony to help you learn how to control your abilities. You need a teacher."

Spike was silent as Celestia's words sank in. After a few moments, he asked, "Are… are you saying that you'll teach me how to control my magic?"

"Precisely, Spike. I want you to become my newest student. If you're willing, of course."

Spike was floored. It took a few moments for him to stammer, "Uh… wow, I… I don't know what to say. So, would both me and Twilight… study together?" The Princess nodded. "Oh, thank you! I-I… Twilight's gonna be so…" His heart fell a little bit when he remembered Twilight. "Wait… oh. Oh no. Twilight's gonna kill me when she wakes up."

"Oh Spike, I'm sure that's not true." She rested her very large hoof on his shoulder- he shivered when the cold metal touched his scales. "All of this was… an accident. You didn't mean for it to happen. You know Twilight better than anypony- do you really think she'd get upset over something that wasn't your fault?"

In all honesty, with an "accident" of this magnitude, there was no telling how Twilight might react. But he decided to humor the Princess. "…I guess not."

She patted his shoulder again. "Precisely. Now…" She began to take off her golden shoes. "If it isn't too much trouble, I would like to ask a small favor of you."

The young dragon didn't reply- he was rather wary of doing any more favors for anypony today, even Celestia. Again, he looked into her eyes, and again he saw nothing. She silently waited for a reply- when none came, she continued, "What I want you to do is actually quite simple. …I would like for you to make love to me."

Spike's jaw dropped. His eyes grew as wide as saucers, and he held up a trembling finger as his mouth worked silently, trying desperately to say something- anything- but all that came out were a few feeble squeaks.

Celestia couldn't help but laugh at the flustered dragon. "Oh Spike, you don't need to be so embarrassed." She levitated her crown off her head, and placed it on Twilight's nightstand. "As you've no doubt discovered, lovemaking can be quite an enjoyable experience, and with one as experienced as myself… well, I'm certain you could imagine the possibilities."

Spike's jaw continued to work, but words failed him. Sleeping with Celestia was something that didn't happen even in his wildest fantasies, the kind that involved Twilight and all of her friends wearing Wonderbolt uniforms, or Mysterious Mare-Do-Well costumes.

Celestia took off her necklace, before placing it on the nightstand next to her crown- she now stood before Spike, completely and utterly naked. She tossed out her glittering, flowing mane, and gazed at him seductively. For the first time, he could see something in her eyes- desire. "Well?"

"I… I… ghhhhk…" Spike began foaming at the mouth- his eyes rolled back, and he swayed for a few moments before toppling over. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.

Slowly, Spike came too. Above him, he could see the library's ceiling. A dream, he thought to himself. It was all just a dream. He rubbed his eyes, expecting that at any moment, Twilight would awaken and wish him a good morning. But, it couldn't have been morning- the light was coming into the library from the wrong side…

"You're awake," a voice next to him said, a voice that definitely did not belong to Twilight. He looked over.

Celestia was lounging in bed next to him. Naked.

Spike began to hyperventilate, his breaths becoming even faster when Celestia rested her bare hooves on his face. "Spike, Spike, please calm down. Breathe. Breathe." She inhaled and exhaled in an exaggerated fashion, with the young dragon joining in not long after. His dizziness began to fade, and his heart slowed to a decent (but still rather quick) pace.

It took a few moments for Spike to stammer, "You… you're…"

"Naked? Of course. I don't go to bed in my crown, you know."

Spike did know; this wasn't the first time he and Celestia had shared a bed. While she had been teaching him how to use his dragon fire to send and receive letters, the Princess allowed Spike to sleep in her bed. But all of that happed a long time ago, when Spike had been very, very young- only a few weeks old at the most. But even now, after all these years, lying next to the Princess put him at ease; he struggled to keep his eyelids from drooping. "How long was I out?" he asked wearily.

"Only a few minutes at the most." She was silent for a few moments, before she asked, "So, have you reconsidered my request?"

Spike sputtered again, snapping awake in an instant. "P…Princess, are you feeling alright?"

"I feel just fine, Spike. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I, you, um…"

"If you're worried about the spell, then don't worry- I took the liberty of placing a temporary seal on your magic while you were unconscious. And everything I've read tells me that it would have worn off by now." Spike didn't respond, she simply stared at him, until a sudden realization came to her. "Oh, I see. You're worried about… that. Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Spike, but you aren't my first. Although, you would be the first dragon I've taken to bed in quite some time."

"Huh?"

"Well, in spite of how others may see me, I'm still a pony- I have hopes, fears, and … needs just like anypony else. There are some who are aware of that fact, and who have tried devious means to entice me into bed. They've tried everything, from honeyed words to blackmail to empty promises to simple bribery. Once, a mare offered me enough gold to fill this entire library, from floor to ceiling. But, I turned them all down."
"Why?" Spike asked. "Is… is it because you have a special somepony?"

She shook her head. "I did have a special somepony once, but that was a very long time ago. He isn't with us anymore."

"I…I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be- it isn't your fault. The real issue though is how those kinds of ponies perceive the act. They see it as a stepping stone, a bargaining chip they can turn in for whatever they choose- wealth, power, prestige, favor. And for some, the image of me, their sovereign ruler, writing beneath them, screaming their name, begging, pleading for more, is quite a powerful one. There are ponies who have willingly thrown away their entire lives trying to make that vision a reality."

For a moment, Spike tried to envision Celestia beneath some stallion, writhing in the throes of ecstasy, but as soon as it had come, he pushed it away. There was just something… wrong with the thought of Celestia submitting to anypony, with imagining her begging for anything.

"But, I still need to satisfy my needs somehow," Celestia continued. "So every decade or so, more often if it's during a particularly stressful period, I invite one of the royal guards to my bedchamber to… unwind. I always choose a new recruit, one of the quiet ones, the type who would unhesitatingly swear loyalty to me until their dying breath, had they not already done so upon joining the guard. The benefit is mutual- I get to… satisfy my need, and the guard receives a well-deserved boost in confidence."

Spike scratched his head. "…Okay. Then what do you need me for?"

"Well, in all fairness, I don't need you. But you see, it's no accident that I invite a guard to my chamber every decade- to those who aren't chosen, it's seen simply as a 'performance review.' But if it happens more often, the guards and servants begin to talk, and more know about my little secret. And if somepony were to find out about the type of performance the guards engage in…"

Spike pushed himself up. "But that still doesn't explain what I have to do with all this."

"I was just getting to that. As you're no doubt aware, as my personal student, Twilight is entitled to certain privileges most other ponies aren't. For instance, she is allowed to enter my quarters without an escort, and when you become my student, so will you. So, if I were to invite you to my bedchamber for a 'private lesson,' the guards would let you pass without question."

Spike couldn't believe what the Princess was implying. And just then, images of her and Twilight being intimate flooded his mind, pangs of jealousy stabbing at his heart. "Wait, so have you… and Twilight…?"

"Oh no, no, of course not! Twilight is much too… well, living with her as long as you have, I'm sure you already have some idea." That he did. After their first time, Twilight had taken to recording their experiences in a notebook that she imaginatively called "A Mare's (And Her Assistant's) Guide to Carnal Knowledge." At her insistence, his own experiences were recorded there as well. "But I have to say, I would be very honored if the both of you would be willing to join me. I love all my subjects both great and small, but you- both of you- hold a very special place in my heart." She gently began to nuzzle against his chest. "Please, let me… let me show you just how much I love you…"

Spike was far away at that moment. An image of himself, Twilight, and Celestia sharing a bed had come into his mind. His arms wrapped around Twilight's neck and she held him in her forelegs as they kissed- all the while, the two leaned against Celestia's warm body, as she smiled approvingly at the young couple. He would have been lying if he said the thought didn't appeal to him… but her nuzzling quickly shattered his dream. He began to scoot away from the immaculate alicorn, toward the edge of the bed. "I… I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

A massive foreleg wrapped around his body, holding him in place. "Something's troubling you, isn't it?" she asked. She began to crane her neck down, her horn glowing. "Let me see."

"Wait, no!" But it was too late- Celestia pressed her horn against the top of his head again. He felt as though some kind of thick, viscous fluid were seeping between his scales of his head, flowing into his skull and wrapping around his brain. The entire day flickered before his eyes- Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie…

Celestia suddenly pulled her horn away. "My word…" she muttered to herself. She then said to Spike, "I can certainly see why you're so hesitant to proceed." She held him close. "You're under no obligation to do this for me- I merely asked it as a favor. And if you do choose to proceed, you can stop at any time if you're uncomfortable."

Slowly, the thought of him and Celestia making love began to bother him less and less. That was something funny Spike had discovered about Celestia. No matter what happened- whether he'd tripped and hurt himself, or sneezed and accidentally set fire to her bed- she always knew exactly what to say to make him feel better. It took a few moments, but he managed to reply, "…Alright.

"You have nothing to be worried about- you'll see. Now, if you would excuse me for a moment." She climbed out of Twilight's bed and began to walk toward the bathroom. Her hips swayed as she walked, and her glittering tail flicked about, threatening to expose her most private of areas- but to Spike's frustration, just enough of it remained in place to preserve her modesty. The door swung shut after her, leaving Spike alone in the silent library. He wondered what the Princess was doing, but he wouldn't be wondering for long.

After a minute or so, the bathroom door opened again- clouds of steam billowed out, as though the shower had been running. Then, Celestia stepped out. She wore a set of long black socks that stretched up the entirety of all four of her legs. Clasped around her neck was some sort of black collar. Her hips swayed as she walked- she looked upon him not with hunger, but with desire, the same way Twilight did. Spike's mouth began to water in spite of himself, and his member slid out from between his scales seemingly in an instant; he'd always thought that Celestia was beautiful- everypony did- but right now she looked absolutely… sexalicious. It wasn't a word, Spike knew, but he sincerely doubted that any word he could find in a dictionary would do the Princess justice.

She sauntered over to the bed and placed her hooves on it. Celestia absolutely towered over him, but he didn't mind- he actually found her position of dominance over him incredibly arousing. From his new position, Spike could now see that the collar around her neck was in fact a dog collar. "…What's all this for?" he asked.

For the first time in… ever, he saw Celestia blush. "…They make me feel sexy."

Spike's face burned. He had to admit, there was something very… alluring about those socks. Though he found the collar to be a bit too much. "Um, I really… well, you look very… but the collar is…"

Celestia's horn glowed for a moment, and the collar disappeared in a flash. "Better?" she asked.

"Much." She lay down on top of him, taking care not to crush him under her massive body. For a moment, she smiled warmly down at him, before leaning down to kiss him. Her lips pressed against… well, his entire face really. Not that he minded- he put his hands under her chin as he kissed her lower lip in return. But it didn't take Spike long to realize that he… he couldn't breathe! His lungs began to burn, desperate for a breath of air- he pushed against Celestia with all his strength, legs flailing, making a few muffled cries to alert the Princess to his plight.

Celestia quickly realized what was wrong and pulled back. After a few moments of gasping, he managed to mumble, "Oh man… I thought I was gonna die…"

"Goodness, I'm terribly sorry, Spike," she said. "Are you alright?"

Spike sat up. "Yeah, I… I'm okay."

Celestia looked down at herself. "Hm... this isn't going to work." She rested a hoof on her chin for a moment, before an idea came to her. Her horn began to glow brightly, and before Spike's eyes, the Princess began to shrink. She grew smaller and smaller, until she was roughly the size of a filly. "There we are," she said, laying down on top of him again wrapping her forelegs around him.

Spike shivered as Celestia embraced him- It was one thing to lie next to the Princess, but it was something completely different to be held in her forelegs. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and he buried his face in the base of her neck. She smelled lovely, like a beautiful garden full of flowers, and the fabric of her socks felt absolutely wonderful against his scales. He opened his eyes, seeing her ever-flowing mane. He wanted to… no, it was too embarrassing. Well, they were already doing some naked hugging in bed, so it probably wouldn't be too much to ask. "Um, Princess? Can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Can I… touch your mane?"

"Of course you can." With a shaky claw, he reached up to her sparkling mane- when his fingers brushed against it, his entire arm was filled with a strange but not unpleasant tingling sensation. He giggled like the young dragon that he was, in spite of the situation. But to his disappointment, she soon pushed his claw away. "Let's try this again," she said, before craning her neck down to kiss him again.

It was perfect. But then again, this was the Princess he was kissing- why wouldn't it be perfect? Her tongue, honed through thousands of years of experience, danced expertly around his own- all he could do was lie back and take it all in. He shivered again as she touched a sock-clad hoof against his face, wondering for a moment if Twilight would be willing to wear some for him.

But soon, much sooner than he would have liked, the Princess broke the kiss. She stood up releasing him from her embrace- he sat up, his mouth opening to protest, but it died in his throat when he found himself facing Celestia's rear. Her tail moved to the side, finally exposing her most private of areas to him. His jaw dropped, his tongue lolled out of his watering mouth at the wondrous sight.

She looked back over her shoulder. "You want it?"

He nodded dumbly.

"Then come and claim it."

In the blink of an eye, Spike went from sitting on his rump to burying his face between Celestia's perfectly sculpted flank-cheeks. His tongue worked furiously, dancing over her rapidly moistening lips, occasionally flicking over her clit, the scent of her arousal filling his nose and forcing out any and all conscious thought. He gulped and slurped noisily, greedily drinking up Celestia's nectar as saliva and lubrication flowed down his chin. His claws ran over her flank-cheeks, her belly, her thighs, everywhere he could reach. Celestia let out a content sigh- as inexperienced as Spike may have been, there was something… magical about a dragon's tongue. She let out a small cry as Spike's tongue suddenly wrapped around her clit- ah yes, that. Try as they might, most ponies were unable to replicate the feat.

Spike was lost in his own little world as he savaged Celestia's cunt. He could feel his member throb and pulse painfully, but he ignored it. He ignored everything- all that mattered to him was that small section of dripping flesh in front of his nose, and bringing as much pleasure to it as physically possible But all of a sudden, his world came crashing down as something lifted him into the air, away from Celestia. He gripped the alicorn's flank as hard as he could- for a few moments, her rear was pulled back as well, until the young dragon lost his grip and was separated from his little slice of paradise. He instantly began to crawl back to his original position, but Celestia lifted him into the air to stop him. "I think that's quite enough of that, Spike."

"Buh… buh… buh…" he stammered unintelligently, on the verge of tears.

"Now now Spike, settle down. I have something else for you to do." She presented herself to him; he fought, but Celestia's magic held him in place. "I want you to mount me."

His struggles ceased. "Wha…" he began, to be silenced when she wiggled her rump invitingly to him. He crawled over and tried to plant his face between her flank-cheeks once more, but the Princess lifted him to his feet. "Spike, no," she said, as though he were a misbehaving dog. A firm hoof was needed in this kind of situation, for her partner's safety- without her intervention, most would continue their cunnilingus against her wishes until they fell over unconscious… or they fell over dead.

Meanwhile, Spike could only stare at Celestia's rear. He'd been in this position before… but taking this sort of position over the Princess of all ponies… "Go on," she said, snapping him back to reality. "Touch it." He ran a hand over her flank- she let out a satisfied moan and pushed her flank against his hand. He looked up at her nervously- she looked back, before nodding approvingly. He put his hands on her hips, and prepared to do the unthinkable.

"Oh, Spike, wait." He froze. "Before we get started, I need to do something rather important." Spike froze on the spot. Celestia's horn glowed- for a brief moment, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling glowed a pale blue, before it rapidly faded away. "You may continue."

Spike remained still. "What did you just do?"

"I cast a soundproofing spell on the library. I've found that while making love, I tend to be rather… vocal."

Spike couldn't help but grow a little concerned. Twilight could be a bit vocal at times as well, but not to the extent of needing to soundproof the library. "IS everything alright, dear?" Celestia asked. He shook his head as he came back to reality. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay…" Well, there was no putting it off any longer. Taking a hold on his member, he guided it to her entrance, and after a moment's hesitation, pushed inside his sovereign ruler.

"Nnn…" she moaned. Her legs began to shake, and though Spike couldn't see it, a large, very satisfied smile had crept across her face. "E…excellent start, Spike…" she huffed. "Keep… going…" He did as she asked. Despite every fiber of his body screaming to drive into her as fast and as hard as he could, he forced himself to hold back- bedding the mare that raised the sun every morning was a once in a who-knew-how-many-lifetimes occurrence, and Spike was determined to make it last as long as possible. As he pushed into Celestia's absolutely divine marehood, he only hoped that the Princess felt as good as he did.

Celestia looked back at him, and said simply, "Harder."

Spike complied without a second thought, and the sound of his body meeting hers filled the small bedroom. She let out a content moan; she was long overdue for this. Her magnificent wings were spread wide- before he could stop himself, his hands left her hips and began to run along the edges. She jerked, but quickly relaxed again, falling face-first into the bed. "Mmmmph…"

Spike froze. "Prin- uh, Celestia, are you okay?"

"Mm-hmm." She turned her head to the side. "I'm alright dear. But just so you know, I like it when ponies rub the base."

His claws instantly gripped the base of her wings. He resumed his thrusts, his hands sliding up and down her wings, from her back to the start of her feathers. She squirmed, driving him even further inside her as she moaned into Twilight's mattress. "Mmmm… yes… just like that, dear…" He shivered as her slightly muffled compliments met his ears- to think, it was him- him!- that was making the Princess feel good…

With shaking forelegs, Celestia managed to push herself up just enough to look back at the young dragon. "Spike," she began, "would you like to try something… different?"

"What kind of different?"

She didn't say anything. Instead, she magically pulled Spike out of her- at once, his nose was hit with the overpowering scent of her arousal. She repositioned him so that he was poised to enter… her ass. "I… like it like this…" she said shyly.

The shyness was just an act. She'd discovered long ago that ponies absolutely adored when she played the submissive role, and Spike was no exception; she could feel his grip on her hips tighten, hear him panting, feel small drops of drool fall on her flank. "…go ahead dear…"

Spike didn't need to be asked twice. His mind addled by lust, he thrust into the Princess with all the strength he could muster. She shrieked. He wasted no time, ramming into his princess as hard and as fast as he could. "Yes… yes… YES!" Celestia's screams made the whole library shake. "Rut me Spike! Rut me! Make me your bitch!" Spike's jaw would have dropped at the Princess's profanity… had his thoughts not been blocked by an impenetrable cloud of lust. She screamed as he pounded her ass mercilessly, his claw snaking down to massage her lower lips. Her tongue lolled out as Spike worked his magic. That was something else that she loved about dragons- those claws could be ever so useful…

But before long, the rapidly mounting pressure became too much to bear. With a small cry, she suddenly gripped Spike's member tightly, pushing him over the edge as well. His mind went blank as the pressure was released deep inside the Princess, and he slumped against her; however, her grip on his member ensured he remained on his feet.

After several long moments, the Princess's impossibly tight grip finally loosened, and Spike flopped back onto the mattress, exhausted. For some time, the only sound in the library was the sound of their breathing- then, Celestia pushed herself to her feet, and resumed her dominant position. She rested her forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes. Her body rocked against his, trying to maintain his rapidly shrinking erection. "Dear?" she asked.

"Huh?" he replied weakly.

"Would you like to play a game?"

"Uh… okay."

"It's actually very easy. All you need to do is lie down, and keep your hands to yourself. I'll take care of everything else.

She began to lift herself up; Spike's eyes widened. "Oh, and Spike? You'll have to close you're your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you. Can you do that?"

He nodded, shutting his eyes tightly. He felt her pick herself up, and shivered as he felt himself slide into her again. Warmth crept up his chest as she laid herself on top of him. She slowly bucked her hips against his. "Remember, no touching. And keep those eyes shut." He simply nodded again. With that, she pulled back, and began to bounce on top of him.

Every moment that passed was pure torture for Spike. He could feel Celestia bouncing on top of him, gyrating her hips, grinding them against his; sometimes, she would run a hoof down his chest, and sometimes, she would even stop to kiss him. Not being able to see what she was doing only excited him further, and the pressure began to mount rapidly. He wished he could see her, touch her, kiss her back, but her rules were very clear- no moving, period. Then, as her hips ground against his, she heard her say, "You may open your eyes now, dear." He did. He was completely unprepared for the sight that awaited him.

Celestia straddled him, her hips bucking against his. Her wings stuck out straight at her sides, the feathers spread. Despite her diminutive stature at the moment, she seemed to absolutely tower over him. Her forehooves rested against her head, disappearing into her electric flowing mane. She looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, a sultry, seductive smile on her lips. At that moment, she looked every bit the perfect, radiant, alluring, sensual, sexalicious goddess that she was.

That was the last straw. With a cry, Spike came again, releasing spurt after helpless spurt of his seed deep inside her. She clenched tightly around his member, completely draining it of all its worth. But soon, much too soon in his opinion, it was over; his member rapidly retreated into his scales, this time for good. Blearily, he saw Celestia crane her neck down to kiss him; he feebly mimicked the motions of her lips, before unconsciousness finally took him.

Celestia broke the kiss when she realized the young dragon beneath her wasn't kissing back. "Spike?" she asked. There was no response. She touched her hoof to his face. "Spike, dear?" But he was gone- that one final orgasm had completely sapped what little of his strength that remained. Her horn glowed for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, all evidence of their lovemaking had been erased from existence. She embraced the young dragon, and kissed him on the cheek. "Sleep well," she whispered. Her horn glowed again as she released him; his journal floated across the room, into her waiting hooves.

Spike lay next to her, fast asleep. A smile broke across his face as his dreams filled with purple unicorns.

Twilight groaned as she finally came to, her side aching. She looked around- she was lying on the floor of Sugarcube Corner, surrounded by the bodies of her friends. She quickly noticed that Spike was not among them. She got to her hooves and hurried over to Rainbow Dash, trying to rouse the pegasus. "Rainbow Dash… Rainbow Dash, wake up… come on, get up."

Rainbow rolled over, turning her back toward the unicorn. "Nngh… sleeping. Go away."

Relieved, Twilight did just that, moving to rouse Applejack. "Mmm… Twilight? What's goin' on?"

"The Princess cast a sleeping spell on all of us. And, I think she might've taken Spike with her."

Applejack gently awakened Fluttershy. "That ain't good. What're we supposed ta do if the Princess has sunk her teeth into Spike?"

"I… I don't know." Twilight woke Rarity, and then Pinkie Pie. "We might have to contact Luna. Maybe even use the Elements of Harmony on her."

"Are ya sure that'll work?"

"No. But we have to do something. Who knows how Spike might affect the Princess."

Pinkie suddenly sprung up. "Wow, that was a super nap!" she exclaimed. Then she looked around. "Did we have a sleepover?"

"Pinkie," Rarity began, "don't you remember anything that happened?"

"Yeah! Spike came to visit and then…" A horrified expression slowly crossed her face. "Wait. Spike came, and then I… oh… oh no…" Pinkie's mane flattened, and a fountain of tears erupted from her eyes.

Fluttershy went to comfort her. "Shh, it's okay Pinkie, it's okay," she said softly, hugging the crying party pony. But it did nothing to stem the fountain of tears.

"Ugh, fine, I'm up," Rainbow Dash groaned, rising to her feet. "Is it too much to want to take a nap in peace?"

"Nice of you ta join us, Rainbow," Applejack said.

"Whatever. Now what's going on?"

"Spike's gone," Twilight replied. "I think the Princess took him."

"What?" In the blink of an eye, the rainbow-maned pegasus crossed the room and stood next to her friends. "Oh, this is bad. If the Princess has him, how are we ever supposed to get him back and fix what's wrong with him?"

"Well," Twilight began, "I have an idea. I don't like the sound of it, but it might be our only option…"

As Twilight, Applejack and Rainbow discussed how to save Spike from the Princess's grasp, and Fluttershy continued to comfort Pinkie Pie, Rarity spotted something on the floor. It was a scroll- the scroll from earlier to be exact, but now, there was something written on it. She picked it up and read it. "Girls," she said out loud, "you should take a look at this." The others trotted over (except for Pinkie Pie, who Fluttershy, and then Rainbow Dash had to drag over) to read the note:

My Little Ponies,
Meet me in the library. There are important things that we need to discuss.
Celestia