The Curse Of Greed: Ch. 1

 [Pre-story]Here's the second commission of the new batch, and the first 'All Night Long' level story! This commissioner is anonymous. It's been a while since I thought about my little pony, and longer since I last considered myself a 'fan', but it was fun to revisit those memories, and even more fun to write the actual story! There are plans for a second chapter, too, so keep an eye out for that if you like this one!

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The Curse of Greed: Chapter 1

The mountains trembled as the colossal dragon let loose a bellowing roar of triumph; the ridge of emerald spikes on his head raked at the sky as he threw his head back like he was challenging the gods with his victorious cry. His razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun like a row of swords, lining a mouth large enough to devour a carriage in a single bite; His mighty claws dug deep furrows in the solid stone of the mountain as his titanic frame scaled the jagged rock face. Every inch of his towering reptilian form was layered with thick purple scales harder than steel, armor thick enough to repel any attack, though few would be so foolish as to try. A ridge of sharp emerald spikes flowed down his spine, all the way down his long, serpentine tail. The tip of his tail was coiled around a helpless maiden, holding her aloft; one of the many prizes he had claimed as he'd rampaged through the sleepy little village at the foot of the mountain, now left in chaos in his wake. He was a walking disaster, a reptilian monstrosity capable of shaking the very foundations of the world, the scaled nightmare of those fragile mortals below. Once he had lived among them, he dully remembered. It felt so distant now, to be small and pitiful and too weak to TAKE what he desired. Now, he was this land's conqueror- no, this WORLD'S conqueror- hungry to plunder every treasure it held with his newfound strength, and to destroy anything that dared oppose him.

"Oh, be quiet!" Came a small voice from behind him.

The dragon paused, his brow knitting in confusion and indignation. Who would dare?! What foolish mortal thought they could speak to a DRAGON in such a manner? And yet, that voice… It felt… familiar, somehow… Something stirred in the back of his mind. He turned to look for the source. 

"You've got nothing to be proud of!" The helpless maiden wrapped in his tail declared. There was no trace of fear in her voice, no awe, no reverence for the mighty dragon she now addressed. She squirmed in his grip, managing to pull her arms free of the violet coils of his tail- though she didn't try to loosen his grip or pull herself free, she simply began gesturing aggressively as she continued to speak. 

"Steal everyone's things, terrorize the town, and use me as a weapon against my own friends- which as horrible as it is, I can almost understand because you're a dragon and all- but THIS!" She declared, indignantly, as she dramatically unclasped her cloak, pulled it off, and held it up to show its torn, ragged edge, the scorch marks, and the stains that marred what had once been a luxuriant garment. "THIS Is a crime against FASHION!" She added, raw anger in her voice

How dare some pathetic mortal speak to a dragon so?! She was an insect to him, she was tiny, she was weak, she was nothing, she was… familiar, somehow. The dragon drew her closer, emerald eyes narrowing as he examined her more intently. That pale, creamy skin, that flawless makeup, that long, silky, elegantly styled purple hair… that huge, glittering, heart-shaped ruby that hung on a golden chain around her neck… From the lower point of the ruby dangled a golden pendant, a simple, glittering ornament that hung down and drew the mighty dragon's eyes to follow- only for his gaze to settle upon the pale slopes of her enormous breasts, resting atop his tail as it coiled around her ribs, barely contained within a stylish, open-shouldered top. 

As the tiny woman gestured vigorously with her cloak, every movement sent those pale orbs jiggling, wobbling hypnotically against her top. The dragon's emerald eyes widened, staring hungrily. The pale-skinned mortal looked confused by his expression for a moment, then glanced down to follow his gaze. She gasped, raising her hands, slender fingers fanning out as they covered the huge, glittering ruby at her throat protectively- a gesture that served to press her forearms against the sides of her heaving breasts and deepen the already impressive valley of her cleavage. 

"Oh, no, you are not getting THIS gemstone!" She declared, even more indignant than before. The enormous, glittering stone would make a fine addition to his growing hoard, admittedly, but the sight of her breasts was beginning to stir a different sort of desire in him. A powerful, primeval hunger that he could feel growing swiftly in his core. 

"THIS-" She continued, pointing to the stone, her fingertips trailing over the upper slope of her breasts as she gestured. "-Was given to me by my dear friend… Spikey-Wikey…" She explained, a look of sadness coming over her, her voice choked with emotion and her eyes brimming with tears as she continued. "...The kindest, sweetest, most generous dragon ever!" She shook her head and glared up at the dragon fearlessly. "-And it is far too precious to me to give to a greedy old beast like you!" She spat. 

His gaze pulled away from her breasts for a moment to look upon the gem glittering at her fingertips. It was… familiar… Spikey-Wikey… he'd heard that before… His eyes widened, his slit pupils expanding as memories suddenly flooded to the surface. A small, lavender-scaled hand- his own hand- reaching out, offering the gleaming stone to this mortal- to Rarity- the pony he adored. The stunned look on her face, which quickly turned into a teary, adoring smile as he told her it would make him happier to see her happy than to eat it himself. The way she thanked him so earnestly, then leaned in and embraced him, kissing him gently on cheek… the way her lips felt upon his scales, the way her big, soft breasts pressed against his chest so warmly… He felt that hunger rising in his core again, that ravenous, primal desire he didn't fully understand… 

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light inches from his snout, so intensely bright that even the horrified onlookers in the town below had to shield their eyes from it- it was like staring at the sun! The dragon roared and reared back in pain as the light seared his retinas, titanic claws coming up to shield his face from the sudden flash. The blinding light faded to a shining aura of radiance around a tall, powerful figure, huge alabaster wings of pure light spread wide, like an avenging angel. The woman that now hovered in front of the violet dragon was, in a word, perfect. Her incredible hourglass figure was the envy and aspiration of every woman in the land, her body wreathed in radiant light that revealed every inch of what softly tanned skin was exposed, and showed no flaws. Her glorious form was only barely covered, artfully cut swathes of white, gauzy, diaphanous material that draped- no- floated around her curves, exposing as much as they hid, held together by gleaming golden clasps and delicate golden chains. Long, luxuriant, silky hair, long enough to reach her hips, flowed weightlessly upon a gentle, unseen wind, every strand shimmering, iridescent, shifting between shades of blue, green, purple and pink. She bore a shining golden tiara upon her brow, and more glittering golden jewelry adorned her neck, her wrists, her thighs, and her ankles. She wore no shoes, but her feet were perfectly clean and soft, like she'd never so much as touched the ground. She was Perfect. Divine. The glorious radiance of the sun made flesh, and ruler of all Equestria- Princess Celestia.

The princess did not speak. The dragon could only stare, that primal hunger surging inside him as he looked upon her. He didn't move- he could feel the power she exuded, the magic radiating off her form was powerful enough to make even a mighty dragon hesitate. The villagers below stared up in worshipful awe and hopeful anticipation- their prayers had been answered, their princess had come to save them! Celesita looked upon the dragon, then the village below, an unspeakable sadness in her eyes- then simply reached out, and laid a hand upon the dragon's snout. With another blinding flash, she and the dragon were both gone. 

"AHHHH!" Rarity screamed as she began to plummet, the tail holding her up now gone, then squeezed her eyes shut. A spectral, spiraling horn of pale blue light formed upon her forehead, a ball of matching pale blue energy swiftly forming at the tip, before spreading all over her body- she began to fall slower and slower as the energy wrapped around her in an aura, until at last she was just drifting gently down to the ground. As her glittering high heels daintily set down on the grass, her friends swiftly gathered around her. As the energy, and the horn, dissipated, she took a moment to adjust her hair back into place properly, and flashed them all a cool, dignified smile, like she hadn't just been kidnapped by a rampaging dragon. "Well… I do believe that's enough excitement for one da-AAAY!" She was suddenly interrupted by Pinkie abruptly plowing into her, wrapping her arms around the pale, buxom fashionista and bearing them both to the ground in an aggressive glomp, nearly burying Rarity beneath her plump, curvy body. 

As the rest of her friends helped her back to her feet, muttering about how glad they were she was safe, she couldn't help but notice an absence. "Where's twilight?" She asked, growing concerned. The other girls fell silent, glancing back and forth amongst themselves. Rarity caught the look, and gasped, eyes widening. "...No! Did the dragon-?" She asked, horrified.

"Nah, she's fine, just freakin' out a little. You know how she is." Rainbow casually explained,  pointing a thumb over her shoulder. 

Rarity peered around Rainbow's side and spotted Twilight, breathing a sigh of relief- relief tempered by her current state. It was easy to tell she was 'freaking out' as Rainbow put it, she was pacing back and forth, staring at the ground with her eyes unfocused, alternately running her hands through her dark blue hair (which was turning into a tangled mess), chewing her purple-painted nails (RUINING her manicure), and muttering under her breath. Rarity strode over to her, concerned, gently laying a hand upon her light brown shoulder. 

"Darling, what has gotten you so worked up? The Princess took care of that dreadful beast, we're all safe now. I don't know where she took it, but thankfully it's at least out of our hair…" Rarity inquired as she gently brushed at Twilight's hair, trying to undo at least some of the damage Twilight's nervous fidgeting had done to it. 

"No, no, no! This is bad, this is really bad…" Twilight continued to mutter, not meeting rarity's gaze, going back to chewing her nails- Rarity sighed in disappointment as the manicure was damaged further. "I should have known, I thought he was acting strange, I should have studied dragon development more, I should have been prepared…" She drifted off for a moment then gasped, a horrified look coming across her face. "And the princess! She's gonna send me back to magic kindergarten for this! Oh, no, she's going to be so disappointed she had to come in and clean up my mess… I should have been more prepared, Spike was MY responsibility…"

Rarity blinked, confused. "...Spike? Did something happen to Spike?" 

Rainbow leaned in. "...What, you didn't figure that out? Heh, and they say I'm the… uh… not smart one. How many purple and green dragons do you know?" she chuckled. "Yeah, that giant dragon was totally Spike! Somethin' about greed making him turn into a monster or whatever, I guess, I dunno." 

Rarity gasped, horrified. "What?! That beast was… SPIKE?!" She asked in disbelief, glancing back at the claw-marks dug into the side of the mountain. That horrible thing couldn't possibly have been her cute, sweet, generous little Spikey-Wikey… What was Celestia going to do to him?

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Deep in the White Tail Woods to the west, there's a flash of blinding light, followed by an earth-shaking impact as the dragon hit the ground, dozens of trees reduced to splinters beneath its bulk. Every creature for miles around was sent fleeing in panic- small animals scampering through the brush and birds taking to the air, screeching and cawing wildly. As the dragon hauled its titanic bulk back onto its feet, it let out an indignant roar, sending even the most fearsome monsters fleeing as well- nothing here dared face down a dragon. Well, almost nothing.

Princess Celestia glared down at the greed-mad-beast, hovering on wings of radiant light, before suddenly tucking them in and diving toward the scaled monstrosity. The dragon bared its gleaming fangs, tongues of emerald flame escaping between them as it raised a massive claw. Celestia's eyes and hands began to glow, and a spiraling horn of bright white light formed upon her forehead. Her hands moved through the air in a complicated pattern, the light trailing from her fingertips forming an intricate glyph that hovered in the air in front of her. The dragon brought its claw down to swat this glowing annoyance from the sky, but suddenly, Celestia fanned her wings, drawing to a quick stop with the sigil right in front of the beast's snout. Suddenly, the sigil exploded in dazzling light that engulfed the dragon's towering form, and and the dragon suddenly stopped, stock-still, a statue frozen in time.

Celestia let out a soft sigh as silence fell. "Oh, Spike…" She muttered, her voice soft and maternal, as she drifted closer to his draconic snout, still frozen in a snarl of rage. "I had hoped this day would not come…" she murmured, sadly. 

But it had come. The Curse of Greed. Dragons who were overcome by greed became rampaging monsters, little more than savage animals driven by pure instinct. Animals the size of a castle, capable of tearing apart mountains and levelling villages entirely. Their ravenous appetites could devastate lands, turning forests to desert or drinking rivers dry. They would fight and destroy anything that stood in the way of their instinct to hoard treasures of all descriptions. She'd seen countless neighboring kingdoms driven to poverty in desperate attempts to satiate the greed of dragons throughout the span of her immortal rule. She could not allow Equestria to suffer such a fate. 

And yet… This was Spike. Though Twilight had hatched him, it was Celestia who had raised and trained the hatchling dragon until Twilight had grown old enough to be responsible for him. She had fed him, changed him, taught him to speak, to read, to write… She had thought raising him with a solid moral foundation might have been enough to avoid the curse entirely. But as she looked upon his frozen, snarling, reptilian features, she sighed again. It seemed not.

But perhaps… perhaps it wasn't the only option. She'd watched his confrontation with Rarity. It had seemed like he wasn't ruled solely by instinct… Perhaps it might be possible to get through to him. She recalled a spell used to grant a dragon a more humanoid form. Usually used for diplomats or ambassadors, to allow them to see more… eye-to-eye with other representatives. But perhaps if she wove it together with a calm emotions spell, it might serve to reverse some of the effects of the curse, at least for a while? And if it could clear his mind enough, and he realized what he was doing… OF course, there was no guarantee it would work. It was risky. The temporal binding was draining, if this hybrid spell took too much magic she might not have enough to cast it again… Her hand trailed over Spike's scaly snout, warped by the curse, imprisoned in time… She had to try. If it was enough to save Spike, it was worth the risk.

Princess celestia slowly floated down, and down, and down, her bare feet daintily touching down amid the soft grass of the forest clearing, her radiant aura slowly fading to a gentle glow, her wings of light dissolving away. The frozen dragon towered over her, tall as the spires of Canterlot. She took a deep breath… closed her eyes… and began the incantation. Light began to gather at her forehead, forming a long, straight, spiraled horn of radiant energy, a focus for the mystic energy she now began to channel. Twin orbs of light began to form before her, small and faint at first, but growing larger and brighter as she poured arcane energy into them. First, they were the size of grapes, then apples, then oranges… They were blindingly bright when her eyes snapped open and she unleashed them, twin scintillating rainbow beams spiraling around one-another as they  flew across the clearing and impacted the frozen dragon's leg, the grass parting, nearly flattened by the sheer force of the combined spells. 

The temporal binding began to unravel, and time began to return to the titanic dragon, it's claw slowly grinding into motion to finish its brutal swipe, only to find its target long-gone. Confusion began to knit across the dragon's brow- he barely had time to realize things had changed before the twin spells began to affect him. A shudder ran through his enormous frame. His eyes twitched uncontrollably as his muscles began to spasm, his mind overwhelmed with sensations as the magic began to change him. He shrank, smaller and smaller and smaller, all the while his limbs began to shift and change, his body rearranging itself. For a moment, his body was still fully draconic while one arm shrank down to human scale, nearly invisible on his hulking body, and the other changed to human shape, a thick, muscular limb the size of a tree trunk- making him look like some sort of bizarre serpentine dragon with a single muscular arm, like a child's drawing, or perhaps the artistic efforts of someone with boxing gloves for hands. The transformation began to stabilize more and more as the dragon approached human scale, until finally, with a few final, jarring pops, it was complete, and the dragon- Spike- now crouched, hunched over, upon the grass, his large frame trembling as he struggled to become accustomed to his new form.

Celestia slowly began to approach him, tentatively. One flawless hand reached out and alighted upon his back, a gentle, slightly hesitant touch. "Spike? Can you hear me?" She asked.

"...PRIN…CESS?" A deep, powerful voice rumbled out from Spike's hunched form as he raised his head, blinking with confusion. Shakily, he pushed himself to his feet and turned to face her.

Celesita's eyes widened as Spike stood, rising up… and up...and up… Celestia was accustomed to standing head and shoulders taller than her subjects, but by the time Spike was fully upright, he towered over her, her head level with his chest. He looked down at her with emerald eyes bearing slit pupils, his head still largely draconic, though its reptilian features were somewhat less pronounced- his snout much shorter, his eyes forward-facing, his lavender scales smaller and smoother. The towering ridge of spikes on his head was still there, though it now resembled a deep green mohawk more than a row of blades, and his old green fin 'ears' had re-emerged on the sides of his head. But below the neck, his body was… very human, albeit huge, layered with muscle. He had a huge, barrel-like chest, with broad, square shoulders and slab-like pecs that tapered into a toned six-pack of abs and thickly muscled arms, his biceps as big around as Celestia's thighs. His hands were large and powerful, and his fingers ended in somewhat blunted claws, and a thick, prehensile tail swayed idly behind him. He was covered head to toe in scales- tougher, thicker lavender scales on his limbs and back, with softer, more supple bands of light green scales running down from his lower jaw, covering his throat, chest, stomach, and the underside of his tail. 

As Spike's new hybrid form loomed over her, Celestia felt a chill run down her spine. He may not have been a castle-sized titan anymore, but there was still a sense of… danger. As he towered above her, his emerald eyes looking down at her, she could see the ravenous hunger in them, the gleam of greed, the curse not fully suppressed. Her senses still screamed she was in the presence of a dragon, a ravenous, unstoppable monster. Had this been a mistake?

Suddenly his furrowed brow fell, his expression shifting from anger and hunger to… confusion. "...MOM?" He asked, his voice deep and rumbling.  "WHAT… HAPPEN? HEAD… FUZZY!" He growled, one clawed hand coming up to clutch the side of his head, wincing for a moment before looking back at Celestia, his draconic eyes bearing a look of fear. "SSSCARED…"

Celestia's hesitance melted, along with her heart, as he called her 'Mom'. Back when he was barely a hatchling learning to speak, he had called her that- though he stopped once he started living with Twilight. "It's okay, Spike." She assured, her voice soft and maternal as she delicately stepped closer and raised her hands to cradle his draconic jaw. "Everything's alright. You're safe now." She told him, her voice soothing as she looked deep into his eyes.

"MOM…" Spike sighed, his voice still deep and rough, but much softer now, the tension in his eyebrows relaxing. Suddenly he lunged forward, and Celestia was frightened for a moment- until she felt his huge, powerful arms wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her body close in a tight, squeezing hug. "MOM!" He called out, burying his snout in the nape of her neck as he held her.

"It's okay, Spike." Celestia whispered, wrapping her arms around his chest- as much as she could, her arms not quite able to close around his powerful bulk, settling instead for caressing his back soothingly. "Just relax. I'm here." She breathed as she embraced the dragon she'd once raised.

"MOM…" Spike said again… though his tone was shifting. "MOM… SMELL GOOD… MOM SOFT…" Spike added, taking a sniff with his snout nearly pressed against her skin. His grip tightened slightly, and Celestia felt her breasts flatten against Spike's rugged, muscular frame. "WANT… MORE. NEED MORE." Spike growled, one powerful hand sliding down and roughly pawing at Celestia's ass.

When Celestia felt something shift and press against her midsection, she gasped, and in a flash of light, she was gone, teleported back a few feet from Spike's embrace. As he straightened up, blinking at his now-empty arms, Celestia saw it, and gasped once more, eyes widening. Between Spike's muscular thighs hung a truly enormous cock- despite being mostly soft, it still hung more than halfway to his knee, as big around as Celestia's fist, with a pair of hefty balls hanging from its base, each the size of a softball.

Celestia stared at both of the monsters before her, the normally-stoic ruler's eyes wide, her jaw hanging open. For a moment, Spike's features contorted with anger. "WANT MORE!" He growled, deep and rough, hands coming up as he fixed his hungry gaze upon Celestia and took a half-step forward. Celestia blacked away, instinctively, and Spike's expression shifted again. "NO! PRINCESS… BAD!" Spike growled, forcing himself to turn away, clutching at his head with both hands. "BAD! BAD! NOT HURT PRINCESS!"  He scolded himself, shaking his head violently.

Celestia straightened up as she put the pieces together. The Curse of Greed didn't just change a young dragon into a giant feral beast- it changed them into an ADULT dragon, and not just any adult dragon, an adult dragon ruled by its primal urges. To eat, to fight, to hoard… and to mate. Dragons, specifically male dragons, when they weren't sleeping for hundreds of years at a time, were known for their hyperactive libido. Though not spoken of in polite company, there were many records of draconic 'rampages' where a dragon would arise from slumber, descend upon some helpless village, feasting upon their food stores, demanding the inhabitant's valuables, and ravaging dozens of women for hours, even days on end. Eventually, they would depart, momentarily satisfied, leaving their victims bathed in potent draconic seed and their wombs heavy with a small army of dragonspawn.

Celestia looked Spike up and down. He'd been dragged through years of puberty in the space of hours, and even in this hybrid form, he was still an adult, with adult needs and desires, desires he'd never experienced before, needs he didn't understand. That he was even able to control himself even this much was a testament to his willpower! Celestia swallowed, stepping close enough to lay a soothing hand on his shoulder. He turned to look back at her over his shoulder, confusion and fear in his eyes, keeping his body pointedly turned away from her. "It's okay, Spike. I understand." Celestia spoke in that soft, maternal tone. "You're not bad. You're suffering, and you need help." 

Spike's eyes hungrily roamed up and down Celestia's body, until he forcibly tore them away, hunching his shoulders as he kept his back to her. "N-NO! PRINCESS… TOO PRETTY!" Spike rumbled. "MAKE… HUNGRY? BUT NOT FOR EAT!" He struggled to explain through the limited vocabulary his curse-addled mind could provide. 

Celestia glanced down at herself, biting her lip. She probably wasn't helping the situation. She was a goddess, after all, and her body was literally divine. Huge, soft breasts, easily the size of ripe watermelons, sat high and proud upon her chest, gravity-defying pillow-soft mounds that were only barely covered by the thin, gauzy white material of her garb. Her waist tapered in sharply, her mostly-exposed stomach showing just a hint of tone and the perfect amount of alluring softness, then it exploded out into broad, rounded, child-bearing hips that practically begged to be grabbed. The twin globes of her royal posterior jiggled and shook alluringly with every sway of her hips, the royal sun symbol emblazoned on her flank exposed for the word to see. Her thighs managed to be thick and soft and still perfectly sculpted, flowing smoothly into shapely, slender calves and delicate feet.  Even her words of soft encouragement were whispered through soft, plump, glossy pink lips that promised heavenly pleasures to anyone brave enough to claim them.

It was then that she realized her nipples were hard, rosy pink buds the size of thimbles that poked against the soft, thin material of her royal garb, their presence undoubtedly obvious to the painfully horny male before her. Celestia bit her lip. It must be the fault of Spike's draconic pheromones. That would also explain the warmth in her core, the flush on her cheeks, the way her mouth was watering and how her mind was slowly filling with images of Spike's cock. 

Of course, it could have nothing to do with the fact that it had been at least three hundred years since the last time she'd had sex. While Luna had been… away, she'd had to take on her sister's responsibilities as well. Maintaining her positions was always a challenge, and the nobles didn't make it easy. In her position, only the highest of nobles would be considered appropriate to take as a 'consort', and every last 'appropriate' candidate was either a scheming, conniving backstabber desperate to worm their way into greater power and authority, or a coward too intimidated by her height, her figure, or her position. She couldn't just choose a strapping commoner as her partner- even a whiff of such 'impropriety' would have been all the excuse the nobles would need to start trying to take away her political powers. And though she was sure most of them fantasized about the possibility, it would be abusing her position to order one of the royal guards to sleep with her- as tempting as it was sometimes, particularly after observing their training and seeing their sculpted bodies glistening with sweat..  

And her arousal certainly couldn't be from being confronted by a man taller than her for once. A male with a sex drive that could actually keep up with a goddess' needs. A wild beast who wouldn't treat her like a fragile princess, one strong enough to manhandle her, throw her around, pin her down. An unswervingly loyal lover who could share her bed for the next thousand years, one no noble would dare object to. A male with the most absolutely fucking enormous, fattest, thickest, longest, most delicious COCK she'd ever seen! 

Celestia chewed her plump lower lip as she turned her attention to Spike once more. "Spike? Turn around. Face me." 

Spike hesitated. "BUT... " He objected, confused, only to relent after a moment with a sigh. "Y-YES MOM…" he muttered, as he slowly turned around, and Celestia suddenly found herself face-to-head with Spike's cock, now fully hard.

It wasn't just any cock, no- it was a DRAGON cock. The beast was nearly the length of her arm and thicker than both wrists together! It was a truly monstrous member, not just due to its size- it was an exotic combination of inhuman features that almost made it seem like it was designed to conquer and breed. It was a slick, wet, dark purple shaft with a humanlike head that tapered to a blunted point that made it easier to stretch tiny human holes around its colossal girth and pry open unprotected wombs. Right behind the tip, the shaft rippled, forming a dozen or so flared ridges all up and down the length of his shaft, spaced just far enough apart to let a woman feel each and every one tugging and teasing at her innermost walls. On top of that, rows of bumps ran up and down its length as well, poised to drag across every sensitive spot with each thrust, and draw countless screaming orgasms from unsuspecting mortals. At the base, it bulged into a fat knot, like a pair of fists, that promised to swell even larger and stretch its victims to their limits as it locked them in place until he was finished pumping gallons of virile draconic seed deep inside their womb. Seed that was constantly being manufactured by the heavy pair of fat, softball-sized balls that hung in a weighty, leathery sack at its base, relentlessly churning out fresh, hot, thick, and insanely potent draconic cum. 

Celestia's heart was pounding as she stared at the obscene weapon jutting from Spike's hips. She felt something in her core clench with need, heat spreading through her body as her lower lips grew wet. Every breath filled her lungs with the pure, potent scent of a dragon in heat, so intense it almost burned her nose. This cock… Celestia knew it would break her. If she didn't walk away, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop what came next. Her mind swam with fantasies- she couldn't stop herself from imagining Spike grabbing a fistful of her magnificent hair and pulling her head down as he ruthlessly fucked her throat, or of being held helplessly off the ground as he drilled her ass relentlessly, using her like a cheap whore. But perhaps the most persistent fantasy was Spike's hulking frame pinning her down as his monstrous cock plunged into her defenseless womb and drowned her royal eggs in virile dragon seed- of her belly stretching out in front of her, gravid with demigod dragonspawn. If she didn't put a stop to this, this very second, she wouldn't be able to resist letting him take her, conquer her… BREED her.

As she tore her eyes away from Spike's cock and looked up at his face, she could see the war between lust and fear playing out in his mind as he panted with desire. She knew he wanted her. He ACHED for her. His every instinct was screaming at him to reach out, to grab the fertile bitch in front of him and breed her over and over and over… And yet, he was holding back. The sweet, kind, gentle Spike she had raised was valiantly fighting back those base impulses, desperately trying to stop himself from hurting her. 

Celestia smiled, warmly, and stepped closer, so close she could feel the burning heat of his glorious draconic cock against her skin, stopping just short of wrapping her heaving breasts around its girth. She reached up, her delicate hands coming up to gently cradle his draconic jaw as she looked into his eyes. "My dearest Spike…" She breathed. "You have been so brave, so strong." She softly reassured him. "You don't have to fight anymore. Let me ease your suffering. Let your instincts run wild." She urged.

Spike looked confused, hesitant. "...REALLY?" He asked, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides, poised to grab but afraid to touch  the flawless work of art before him.

Celestia nodded, still smiling gently, then pushed up onto her tiptoes, pressing her soft, plush, pink lips against Spike's lips in a tender kiss. It might have seemed an innocent gesture, simple affection, if she didn't also push herself closer, her enormous, pillow-soft breasts pressing against the soft scales over his rugged abs-  sandwiching the dragon's monstrous member between their bodies, her breasts squishing deliciously around it. When she broke the kiss, she looked up at him again and smiled, warmly, with just a faint glimmer of desire in her eyes. "I implore you- unleash your desires. Use my body however you wish, until you are satisfied." She purred, her voice husky with desire. She knew he'd be able to feel her hard nipples pressing against his abdomen. "Make me yours, Spike. Take me."

Celestia could almost hear the final strands of his frayed self-control snap. "...MOM!" He growled, his arms wrapping around her tight, crushing her breasts around his cock. One clawed hand rose to the back of her head, claws weaving through her hair. "MOM!" He groaned, opening his mouth and letting his long, thick, serpentine tongue slither out before lunging forward with his head and jamming the prehensile pink muscle between her plump lips, coiling his tongue around hers hungrily. Celestia's eyelids fluttered, and she let out a soft, muffled sound, her core clenching again as his tongue invaded her mouth. "MMHMM!" He growled into her mouth as his other hand slid down to her huge, round ass and roughly grabbed an overflowing handful of divine booty, his rough, scaly digits sinking deep into the flawless hemisphere, his palm eclipsing the royal sun sigil emblazoned on her flank- the symbolism lost on the two immortals, both lost in their mutual lust.

Spike's hips ground forward of their own volition as he clutched the princess' perfect body against his own, his enormous, red-hot shaft sawing between her tightly-squeezed breasts and pressing against her stomach and chest. The motion forced the gauzy material of her royal garb between her breasts, more and more gathering there until her breasts spilled out from the sides entirely. It had been centuries since anyone but the princess herself had so much as touched her bare breasts- and now they were squished against Spike's torso, her hard nipples grinding into the supple green scales, their softness wrapped around his monstrous, monolithic cock. Celestia shivered, feeling the beast grinding into her stomach, pointedly reminding her of just how deep that brutal dragon-cock would go once he decided to claim her pussy. She could even feel the ridges and bumps sliding between her tits, offering a tantalizing preview of what they would feel like in her holes. 

When Spike broke their kiss, his long, slithering tongue stayed coiled around hers for a lingering moment before fully retracting. They both were breathing heavily, each taking a moment to catch their breath- though all the while Spike's claws continued to knead and squeeze at her juicy ass. Celestia savored the musky, potent pheromones pouring off the steel-hard cockhead emerging from between her glorious breasts, while Spike drew in a deep sniff of Celestia's sweet perfume scent. Spike broke the silence, grinding his hips forward again as he let out a groan. "MORE…" His powerful voice rumbled, half-pleading, half-commanding as he stared down at Celestia.

Celestia 's eyes flicked down from meeting Spike's gaze to land upon the tapered head of his obscene cock. He didn't know what to do. He wanted more, but didn't know how to get it. She would have to show him. Celestia chewed her plump, glossy lower lip, hesitating. Seeing it this close to her face reminded her of just how absolutely enormous the beastly cock was, fear and lust warring in her mind… until he ground his hips forward once more and let out a needy groan. Her pussy tightened at the sound, and the battle was won. 

"Let me… take care of you…" Celestia purred as she slowly began to lean forward, inching closer and closer to the savage cock between her breasts. The moment her soft, pillowy lips pressed against the ended cockhead in a kiss, Spike let out a deep groan, and his hips bucked uncontrollably. Celestia didn't flinch, she just pressed forward again and kissed the sensitive spot right below the ridge. It may have been a few centuries, but Celestia had not forgotten how to service a cock. She kissed the head again, and again, her hands reaching between their bodies to caress the throbbing dark purple shaft as she peppered that sensitive crown with soft, lustful kisses over and over, tilting her head this way and that, her eyes closed as she savored the novel sensation of dragon cock on her lips. 

Spike held Celestia's body tight, still kneading at her ass as he groaned with pleasure under the rain of tender kisses on his sensitive crown, his hips grinding forward, futilely trying to get deeper into a hole that wasn't there… yet. Celestia pressed her lips against the smooth head one more time, but this time, she let them part and her tiny pink tongue darted forward,flicking over the sensitive skin. Spike groaned, gritting his sharp teeth from the new sensation- and at the same time, Celestia let out a moan of her own, her eyes widening in surprise! Immediately, she dove forward again, her tongue rolling out of her mouth and dragging over the head, a long, hungry lick immediately accompanied by a ragged, throaty moan, her eyelids fluttering. 

The TASTE! Celestia had tasted the finest delicacies from all corners of Equus throughout her long, long rule. But somehow, this- this sweet, salty, savory, musky, slightly spicy, and above all INTOXICATING flavor of dragon-cock- this put them all to shame! She'd never had anything like it! She'd tasted hints of it as she kissed Spike's cockhead, but tasting it directly on her tongue, it was a thousand times more intense! She descended into a frenzy of kissing, licking, sucking, and moaning with every breath- every time her taste buds lit up with the flavor, it was like it sent an electric current of raw pleasure straight to her brain.

Spike groaned with pleasure as Celestia lovingly polished every inch of cock that she could reach with her tongue, sliding her breasts up and down his rod as she sought out more fresh cockflesh to lick and suck. His hips bucked forward over and over uncontrollably, spurred on by Celestia's slavish cock-worship. "MORE…" He grunted again, craving something he couldn't identify. But a moment later, he found it, entirely by accident. As Celestia's tongue hungrily swirled around the pointed tip of the crown, his hips bucked again, at just the right angle to stuff about half the tip into Celestia's open mouth. He groaned once more, the hot, wet feeling engulfing the tip feeling so utterly right he couldn't help but try and buck again, but by then, Celestia had moved. Anger and desire flared in Spike's chest. "MORE!" He roared, his hand suddenly coming up to grab the princess' head again.

Celestia gasped in surprise as Spike's claws suddenly closed on the back of her skull, holding her head in place as his hips bucked again and again- the point glanced off her cheeks and chin, leaving tingly streaks of precum in their wake. As she rolled out her tongue to try and lap up one strand right by her lips, Spike's cock found it's opening and the tip pushed between her soft pink lips. Celestia moaned, eyelids fluttering from the taste as the tip filled her mouth, only for her eyes to widen as Spike began to buck- no, thrust against her lips, forcing the pillowy pink cock-pillows to strain and stretch!

Spike groaned again, his primal instincts demanding more, more, MORE! He pulled her head down further, his hips thrusting up harder to meet her, grinding along her stomach and pushing through her soft tits each time he stuffed a little bit more of his pointed head into her mouth. His grip on her ass tightened, scaled fingers disappearing from sight as they sank deep into her juicy ass. Fear and anticipation welled in Celestia's mind, but she couldn't stop it from happening- his grip on her head was like iron. Every thrust stretched her pink lips a little further, a little thinner as the tabred head widened to match the girth of the rest of his shaft. There was no escaping it, she only had one choice.

Spike was too lost in the pleasure to notice Celestia's tiny hands pushing against his torso, her body squirming, trying to get away. His instinct to hold her tighter, to keep her there where it felt so good, flared up, but some part of him resisted the urge, and he reluctantly managed to pry his hands off her. Celestia pulled her head back with a gasp, stumbling back a half step. She still held  onto his cock, but it slipped out from between her pillowy breasts as the angle increased. 

"Hahh… That's good, Spike. Very good! You stopped." She gasped in praise while trying to catch her breath, before smiling playfully up at him as she licked her lips, her hands trailing up and down his length idly. "I know that was hard. Now, let me reward you… And next time, I'll reward you again!" She added, trying to insinuate the concept into his lust-addled mind. 

Slowly, the princess of Equestria sank to her knees before the towering, muscular dragon, gripping the shaft and levering it down until it was aimed directly at her face. Spike didn't understand what was happening, until Celestia leaned forward, opened her mouth, and wrapped her soft pink lips around the tapered crown. Spike let out a groan of pleasure as she began swirling her tongue and bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowing each time she pulled back, sucking hard on the monstrous dragon-cock. Celestia moaned in turn as her new favorite flavor bathed her tongue. 

"You see, Spike?" Celestia asked, pausing her skillful blowjob a moment to look Spike in the eyes. "You were good, and now…" She began, reaching out and taking his hand in hers, and slowly guiding his claw to rest upon her head. "Now… you get to fuck my face~." She purred playfully. 

"Mmh, it's so big… Just make sure you let me breathe someti-MMMPH!" Celestia made a rather undignified noise as Spike's claw tightened its grip on her skull and his hips suddenly thrust forward, the fat crown of his dragon-cock once more pushing into the princess' mouth. Then he thrust again, and again, pulling back a fraction of an inch and then pushing forward again, his clawed feet inching forward as Celestia's glossy pink lips stretched wider and wider on the tapered crown. Spike growled with lust as her tongue swirled over the sensitive head rapidly filling her mouth, letting out muffled moans as the taste of dragon-cock coated her tongue. She glanced up at Spike, only to find him staring down at her with pure, predatory hunger, faint tongues of emerald flame escaping his jaws with each heated, panting breath. The realization that there was no stopping him now, that he was going to force that massive dragon-cock down her throat whether it fit or not, sent a shudder down her spine, her pussy clenching in envy. 

Spike's patience was at its limits. His claw shifted on Celestia's head as its twin joined it, and suddenly, the princess felt him begin to thrust even harder. Her eyes widened as her lips stretched to their limits, expecting pain, only to feel them stretch even wider! She briefly recalled a passage on dragon anatomy- about how the natural magic of dragons made them not only fertile, but physically compatible with mortals, despite their obvious size differences. This was not how she'd expected it to work, but when Spike thrust his hips one more time and her lips slid over the flared ridge of his head with a soft popping sensation, filling her mouth completely, the pointed tip already nosing at the entrance to her throat, she no longer cared how it worked.

Spike yanked his hips back, the flared ridge stretching Celestia's lips again as it popped through them once more, only to immediately reverse and do it again- this time followed by more cock, the pointed tip of his head now pressing insistently at the back of her throat. Celestia expected to gag, but the reflex didn't come. Instead, her lips stretched again as another one of the many ridges along his length forced its way past them and the tight muscles of her throat gave way before the monstrously oversized invader. She could feel her throat stretch impossibly wide and her neck bulge unnaturally as Spike thrust again and again, each time pushing another ridge past her lips and forcing his bulging crown deeper and deeper into her. His thrusts were growing longer, faster, wilder, soon dragging three or four ridges past her lips each time he drew back only to slam back in again even deeper when thrust forward again. 

Celestia was lost in a blissful trance as Spike inched his glorious cock further and further down her throat. Every thrust dragged more of his intoxicating flavor over her tongue, which was pinned to the floor of her mouth by the sheer girth of his monstrous member. Her tightly-stretched lips maintained an airtight seal, and every time he pulled back he was treated to intense vacuum suction. One delicate hand slid down under her royal garb, two fingers plunging into her soaking wet pussy as she shifted her knees apart, the other coming up to roughly grope and knead at one of her exposed breasts, pinching her achingly-hard nipple between thumb and forefinger.

 "MORE…" Spike let out a lustful growl, his  deep voice rumbling as he drew his hips back, one ridge after another dragged from her lips until all that remained was the head. As he thrust forward once more, the claws that had held Celestia's head still thus far began to pull. "MORE!" he roared, and Celestia's eyes widened, only to roll back as the lust-frenzied dragon yanked her head forward and slammed his entire fearsome length down her throat in a single, brutal thrust! A nasty GLK sound rose from deep inside her as her throat spasmed and her eyes watering with strain. The fat knot at the base ground against her plump lips for a moment, his shaft filling her throat well past its limits, the length and girth of his titanic rod cutting off her airway entirely. The flared head of his bitch-breaking fuckrod felt like it had to be practically in her stomach! 

Spike's clawed feet dug into the grassy earth below as he braced himself and dragged his hips back, pulling her head back up and hauling almost the entire length of his monstrous shaft from Celestia's lips in a single motion. For a moment, the princess felt relief as she drew in a gasp of air to refill her burning lungs- then Spike began to thrust, and Celestia discovered how a dragon really fucks. It was savage, brutal, and unrelenting. He pulled her head forward as his hips bucked to meet her, her tender lips experiencing every ridge and bump along that massive dragon-cock in an instant as the shaft plowed past them and down her throat, seemingly intent on battering her stomach with his cockhead! A loud GLK rose from her chest as her stretched lips kissed his knot, his entire shaft buried in her spasming throat. He didn't so much as pause before reversing his hips, dragging them back into position to deliver another devastating thrust.

And thrust Spike did! Again and again and again, the curse-mad dragon's lust spurred him on as he pounded almost two feet of red-hot dragon-cock down Celestia's throat, yanking her head up and down on his shaft like the goddess was nothing more than a cheap toy for his pleasure. GLK GLK GLK GLK! The sound of Celestia's throat struggling against Spike's brutal thrusts filled the clearing, glistening tears of effort streaming down her face as he ravaged her mouth like never before. Each time it pulled back, every ridge and bump along its fearsome length was dripping with strands of glistening spit. The goddess' lips, chin, and neck were soon glistening too, with some strands even falling down to land upon her melon-sized tits, making them shine as they wobbled and bounced with the force of the dragon's wild, relentless thrusts. One might assume she was in danger- until they saw her eyes rolling up in their sockets with pleasure, or the delicate hand roughly kneading her breast, or the three fingers furiously pistoning in and out of her pussy, her nectar flowing so freely it dripped from her knuckles. 

What a sight she must be, Celestia realized- kneeling before a hulking, muscular dragon, fingering herself, her huge breasts exposed, bouncing wildly as Spike slam-fucked her face, her face and chest splattered with her own spit. Every time he pulled his massive cock back, her cheeks hollowed and her lips pulled out as she sucked like a cock-hungry whore, and each time he drove forward, her slender neck bulged obscenely around his shaft. What would her subjects think if they saw their glorious Princess Celestia, divine ruler of Equestria and goddess of the sun, kneeling in the dirt and masturbating like a slut as a dragon used her throat like a cocksleeve? If some pegasus had happened to be flying by and spotted the dragon's arrival, they might be watching her debase herself right now! A shudder of pleasure ran through her at that thought. Centuries of work carefully protecting her reputation and maintaining a dignified facade would be lost in an instant! In a matter of days, everyone in the kingdom would know their noble ruler and benevolent goddess was a slut for dragon-cock! That she was nothing more than a dragon's fucktoy! 

When Celestia felt Spike's knot throb against her lips as he bottomed out in her throat, a single realization pierced through the dense fog of lust clouding her mind- He was getting close. That realization alone was enough to set off a small orgasm, but as Spike continued to relentlessly impale her throat on his monstrous cock, his intoxicating flavor bathing her tongue, a second followed- if his cock tasted this amazing… What would his cum be like? Suddenly, that was all she could think about, she had to know- she NEEDED to taste it! 

Celestia's eyes closed for a moment as Spike continued hammering her throat, and when she opened them again, they were glowing pools of pure white light! Spike's nearly-feral lust-frenzied mind didn't understand what it was seeing when a horn of light materialized on her forehead in an instant and a circular shockwave of radiant energy exploded from the tip. He only realized what was happening when  he felt the shockwave strike his wrist and push them away, his claws yanked away from Celestia's head before he could react. The radiant energy pushed his arms out to the sides and wrapped around his wrists, crystallizing into manacles of solid light. Celestia's eyes continued to glow, and Spike let out a snarl as the manacles suddenly yanked backward, making him stumble and fall to his back, dragging his shaft from Celestia's throat as the manacles pinned themselves to the ground.

Spike roared and snarled indignantly, his thickly-muscled limbs straining futilely at the mystical restraints as Celestia gasped for breath "Ohh… I- I'm sorry I have to do this, Spike…" Celestia murmured, her voice weak as her throat recovered from the brutal pounding moments ago. She closed her glowing eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, they had returned to normal- except for the gleam of a ravenous hunger, equal to any dragon's, that shone within them. "I… I need it…" She purred, sinking to all fours as she prowled toward his now-prone form like a jungle cat, licking her lips with her gaze locked upon the throbbing dragon-cock that jutted straight out from his hips, towering over her.

As Celestia drew close, she lowered her head and pressed her face right against the base of Spike's pulsing knot, drawing in a deep breath, thick with the musky scent of a dragon in heat, her eyelids fluttering. Spike's roaring and thrashing paused as he felt her tongue drag over his sensitive knot, then up, and up, and up, over the ridged, bumpy, textured shaft. She had to rise up to her knees to get all the way up to the throbbing crown, where she promptly wrapped her lips around the pointed tip, locked eyes with the restrained dragon, and braced her hands on his hips.

Spike could only watch as Celestia tightened her grip on his hips and pulled herself down, stretching her own lips around the monstrous girth of his enormous dragon-cock. She held his gaze the entire time her plump pink lips stretched over the tapered head, as she took the next ridge and his shaft began to push into her throat, as she took each ridge after that, her neck bulging obscenely as she took it deeper and deeper and deeper, his natural draconic magic reshaping her throat to accommodate his size. Her arms trembled, but she didn't stop, she kept going, her throat rippling as she swallowed down more and more of his titanic shaft in one long, smooth motion. She only stopped when her lips kissed his pulsing knot, stretched thin around the sheer girth of the fearsome dragon-cock between them, her eyes still locked with his. His cock throbbed, bucking in her thoroughly-stretched throat.

Then Celestia reversed directions, slowly and methodically extracting his member from her throat inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue squirming against the bumpy underside as she went, savoring the taste. She paused a moment as she reached the very tip, swirling her tongue over the sensitive crown, before pulling off it completely with a soft pop. "Mmm… Delicious…" Celestia purred, licking her lips. "…but I'm not going to be satisfied with just an appetizer." She added, smiling wickedly, eyes gleaming. "I need something more… filling."

She wrapped her lips around the head again, but this time, she pressed her entire body against the spit-slick shaft, her pillowy breasts wrapping around his steel-hard cock, his knot throbbing against her stomach. Her hands came up to the sides of her enormous breasts, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh as she squeezed them together around the rigid pillar of dragon-cock, and began slowly working them up and down the well-lubricated, heavily-textured length! She bounced along with them, sliding her entire body up and down the glistening shaft, the bumpy surface of the underside of his shaft grinding against her smooth stomach. She let out a throaty, muffled moan as her tongue swirled around the tapered knob, capturing a grape-sized dollop of clear, sticky, delicious precum that beaded at the very tip and hungrily slurping it up, letting the salty, sweet, musky flavor soak into her taste buds. 

"Mmh… Ohh!" Celestia moaned, her voice husky with desire. "Cum for me, Spike! Mmmf! I can't wait any longer! Nh! I need it!" The goddess begged, her pleas punctuated with wet slurps and lustful moans. Spike let out a pleasured growl, arms straining against his restraints, his fearsome cock throbbing even harder. Countless men and women from all across Equestria and beyond dreamed of simply touching the sun goddess' awe-inspiring chest, unaware that at this very moment she was eagerly- desperately, even- squeezing her spectacular tits together as she bounced them up and down the monstrous cock of a lust-crazed dragon! Those that dreamed of kissing her soft pink lips could not imagine that she would rather wrap them around the flared crown of a throbbing dragon-cock, sucking, licking, slurping hungrily at it while moaning like a slut!

Suddenly, Celestia felt Spike's monstrous knot begin to swell against her stomach, his massive balls starting to tighten against her thighs, and her heart began to race. She let out another moan, knowing the moment was at hand, and dove her head down onto that tapered cockhead, sucking like a woman possessed. Her hands pressed tighter around her breasts as she bounced them even faster, her diamond-hard, dusky pink nipples tracing crazy shapes in the air as her tits slid up and down and up and down, desperately milking the brutal dragon-cock between them. Spike snarled, throwing his head back, his body tensing as he bucked his hips off the ground, instinctively trying to bury his cock as deep as possible before unleashing his potent seed. 

Spike came like a tidal wave. His powerful body was still, his growls going silent for a moment, every muscle strained to its limits- and then it came rushing toward him, rising from the depths of his being, a surge of pleasure that rose higher and higher and higher, eclipsing everything else. They could both feel it coming, his knot suddenly expanding, doubling, tripling in size, his balls pulling tight against the base. The mighty wave began to crest, and Spike let out a long, deep, rumbling groan that rose to a roar as white-hot dragon seed surged up his lengthy shaft, and as it finally reached the tip, the wave came crashing down.

Spike's cock unleashed a mighty deluge of steaming-hot dragon seed, bucking violently against Celestia's body as it did. The first shot blasted from the tip like a firehose, a finger-thick rope of molten lust that struck the back of Celestia's throat with such force that it nearly knocked her head back. The moment the first splatter hit her tongue, pleasure exploded through her in a powerful orgasm, like a spark touching gunpowder. 

The flavor! It was beyond anything she could have imagined! It was sweeter than sweets, richer than the finest delicacies, with a delicious touch of spiciness! It was thick and creamy like soup on her tongue, and almost too hot to handle, but that just made it all the more delectable. And all throughout, there was a salty, smoky, masculine, musky flavor to it that never let her forget, for even a fraction of a second; this wasn't some exotic delicacy, no- the delicious, intoxicating, addictive blend of flavors she savored was the taste of dragon cum! The very flavor itself spoke of the lewd, lustful, obscene nature of its source! It was, quite simply, the greatest thing she'd ever tasted, in all her millenia of life!

Celestia would have moaned as orgasmic pleasure exploded through her core, but before she could, her mouth was already full, flooded completely with hot dragon seed in a single shot from Spike's gargantuan dragon-cock. Her eyelids fluttered as her brain overloaded with pleasure signals, between the pure pleasure of her orgasm and the fact that her tongue was submerged completely in that potent, intoxicating spunk, every single taste bud screaming with bliss as they drowned in its overwhelming, overpowering flavor! When she felt the flared head throb again, she couldn't think straight enough to react before a second salvo of steaming-hot cum exploded into her overfilled mouth. The ruling princess of Equestria, goddess of the sun, felt her cheeks balloon with the pressurized cum they struggled to contain, her eyes widening as twin jets sprayed from her nose and rivulets of thick, creamy cum began to leak from the corners of her mouth.

The only coherent thought her pleasure-fried, cum-drunk brain managed to put together was that she couldn't allow any of it to go to waste- her eyes squeezed shut, and there was an audible gulp as she swallowed down a mouthful of potent dragon seed. She could feel Spike's cum run down her throat, feel the hot, creamy, sticky ball-batter paint the walls of her throat as it went before reaching her stomach, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. But she was far from finished- she swallowed a second time just as Spike fired off a third blast of cum, once more ballooning out her cheeks as she struggled to contain it all. GLG! GLG! GLG! GLG! She swallowed again and again, chugging down fresh dragon spunk mouthful by mouthful, feeling each gulp slide down her throat and pour into her stomach, struggling to keep up with the output of Spike's seemingly bottomless cum tanks. 

After nearly a minute, and probably a gallon of cum, Celestia's swallows began to slow down- and soon after, Spike's apparently endless flow of cum overflowed her bulging cheeks once more, forcing the princess to, reluctantly, pull her head back and release tip from her plush pink lips' embrace. Spike's monstrous shaft throbbed again in the embrace of Celectia's pillowy breasts, and fired another salvo of dragon seed- its blasts were much weaker now, but they were still powerful enough to send a finger-thick rope of steaming-hot cum splattering across the goddess' face. Still trembling in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, Celestia caught a few more such blasts to the face before shifting her royal features out of the way, letting them instead fountain up into the air and rain down to splatter across her cleavage and the tip of Spike's cock. With her face plastered with criss-crossing lines of thick, creamy cum, rivulets of seed running from her nose and the corners of her lips, her cheeks bulged with the last few shots she managed to catch, the princess was almost unrecognizable from her usual, regal appearance.

As Spike's fountain of cum tapered off to a steady dribble, Celestia tipped her head back and swallowed, her slender throat visibly rippling. Each gulp of virile dragon seed sent another tiny shiver of pleasure through her body, practically a micro-orgasm! "Mmmh~" She hummed softly with pleasure as she finished drinking down the last of Spike's creamy spunk, her tongue slipping out to swirl around her lips hungrily, gathering up what still clung to her plush pink pillows. Reluctantly, she released Spike's shaft from between her breasts, leaving the final dribbles of cum  to run down his length as she fell back to sit on her heels. She brought her hands up to her face and chest and began wiping up spike's cum, gathering it on her fingers before popping them in her mouth to sucking them clean, letting out soft moans as she did, losing herself in the obscene and delicious flavor. 

Celestia wasn't sure how long it took her to clean up, it was like she entered a trance, mindlessly wiping Spike's seed off her face and chest and sucking her fingers clean. She only realized how long she'd been at it when she realized she'd run out of cum, though the intoxicating flavor still clung to her tongue and cheeks- the scent of dragon cum would probably be lingering on her breath for days! Her pink lips crooked into a playful smirk as she fantasized about heading back to the castle, walking right up to Luna and surprising her with a deep kiss, letting her little sister taste the dragon seed on her tongue. Luna would probably go into heat on the spot! She might even let Luna taste Spike's cum directly… by eating a still-warm creampie out of her well-fucked pussy! 

Celestia shivered with lust, then shook her head. She had to wonder- was her bellyful of dragon seed somehow corrupting her, filling her mind with these lewd thoughts and obscene temptations, turning her into Spike's personal slut… or had she just always repressed these depraved, perverse desires? She glanced up at Spike, still struggling against his manacles, his brutal, monstrous cock still jutting straight up from his hips and towering over her kneeling form. Even after all that cum, he hadn't softened at all! Her pussy clenched with need as her eyes fixed on the rivulet of cum still running down his shaft, cascading over the ridges and bumps all along its length. She didn't even hesitate, she leaned forward, gripping the monster with two hands as she flattened her tongue against the underside and dragged it all the way up to the tip, gathering the last of his pearly-white seed on her tongue. She paused, rolling it around in her mouth for a moment to savor the flavor, and swallowed. A ripple of pleasure spread through her, and she let out a soft, blissful hum. In the end, it didn't really matter if she was being corrupted by his seed or if she was just discovering her true nature as a slut for dragon-cock… She looked up at Spike, gazing deeply into his emerald eyes with a look of lust, love, and gratitude as she leaned forward and planted a worshipful kiss on the pointed tip of his cock. Either way, she knew she could never go back.