The Curse Of Greed: Ch. 01

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!