> Bejeweled Love
>  by Gabriel LaVedier
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> Bejeweled Love
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	Spike stomped his way along the paths outside of Ponyville to the dusty semi-badlands area that he knew existed out there. Through a confluence of magic and geology the area was ripe with gems of every shape, color and description. He needed that.
The young dragon was no longer the squat little figure that had been more a child-like presence in town. He had grown up, and grown up well. His squat chunkiness had stretched out into a long, smooth, lank figure. His scales had become smooth and slick, not bumpy at all but more of a flat expanse. A natural process had given him a shining appearance, and practically polished him to a pleasant feeling. He had a real figure, with properly masculine broad shoulders despite a tucked belly and a set of flared and feminine hips. He was the best of both worlds. His tail had grown long and sinuous, thick as it was it still moved and waved nicely. His long, slender neck led to a face that had not changed much yet had somehow gown lovely. His lashes were long and the smoothness of his new complexion made him that much more appealing. The only 'off' bits were his hands. They were rather large. But that did not seem to detract from his look. Because of his new features he tended to dress, in thongs or loin cloths. Mostly loin cloths, but thongs when he wanted to try and attract Rarity. That was... not an issue any longer.
The reason the long, lank dragon was stomping to his favorite snacking grounds was that he had finally lost the fight for Rarity. At first it had been a solo quest. Then it became a real contest. A contest he never knew he could never win...

Rarity, though able to use an advanced gem-finder spell, no longer went out gem hunting. Though it helped her keep costs low she soon had to focus on her business and simply went through various gem dealers. One of those gem dealers was a Diamond Dog.
He was a big, powerful male, by name of Obelisk. A head or more taller than the new, longer Spike, and a very dark gray color that bordered on black. His huge arms bulged with mining-pumped muscles. In fact, his whole body was formed of chiseled and bulging muscles. And yet, he had a certain sense of elegance in his body. His perked ears were always on Rarity, as were his almond-shaped eyes with the yellow sclerae but beautiful green irises. Being so elegant a figure and so wealthy a dealer he enjoyed wearing silk vests with gold thread, brocaded velvet collars studded with diamonds and with an enchanted, glowing diamond dangling in the front. His lower attire was always more silk and gold thread, loincloths that drew the eye to what he was trying to cover.
It didn't take many deals before Obelisk became Rarity's sole gem dealer. It didn't take much longer after that that he started to come around without gems to sell, but gifts to offer. Fancy chocolates, succulent flowers, beautiful bolts of cloth. It certainly got Spike active in his attempts to attract Rarity's notice. He took to hanging around, posing, doing more errands, and making himself the most useful little dragon that ever was.
Rarity did not seem all that swayed in any direction. She was cordial but largely-dismissive to Obelisk, and endlessly friend-zone friendly to Spike. It was a very comfortable place for him, so he saw nothing at all wrong with it. It made him happy, in fact. He was getting what he had always gotten and was feeling very cozy in his expected position as a friend. He could leverage that into love, he was sure.
That idea persisted until one night, when he came to Rarity's boutique and home to see if he could be of assistance. The door was locked, indicating the close of business, but the light was still on upstairs meaning she was home. It was unusual, she usually spent her evening and night hours working downstairs. As he approached he could hear soft whines, muffled by distance and the window panes. He also heard a sudden, sharp crack of flesh on flesh, and another, loud whine.
The sounds created a sense of urgency, sending Spike scaling the boutique building, desperately pulling himself up to the second floor. He peered in the window, expecting to see a robbery or an attack. He saw Rarity, placidly laying across Obelisk's lap while he sat on her bed. Her thick flank was pointed toward the window, and showing a distinct pinkness. Another firm slap from Obelisk's meaty hand jiggled the flesh and pinked the rear more. “Who's a good pony?” The big Dog growled.
“I... I am a good pony...” Rarity whimpered out, voice saturated in arousal.
“Why is a good pony getting a spanking?” Obelisk asked, with some mirth.
“Because I love it... and you are sweet to me,” Rarity moaned out, wiggling her thick ass.
Obelisk put a finger up to Rarity's lips, the mare eagerly kissing the huge digit before he reached back, spreading her rear with his other hand. “Are your marebits nice and wet?” His kissed finger dug at the warm, glistening folds. His claws had been filed down, of course, so he did not nick her tender flesh. He simply twisted the folds, smeared around the clear, shimmering fluids and then parted the lips. He plunged the finger in without hesitation or notice. “Yes! Nice and wet and perfect.” He twisted his finger several times in the juicy passage, making Rarity drip freely on her carpet.
“Ahhh! Nnnngh... you t-tease! Please don't tease me...” Rarity whined, grinding her teeth a moment and panting through her teeth and her nostrils. “Please!”
Obelisk pulled his finger out suddenly, leaving Rarity gaping for a moment. He brought the soaked finger up to Rarity's face and wiggled it some. “Juicy. May I taste you, my little pony? Taste this delicious juice and see if you are ready and worthy of me?”
“Taste it, please... please! You must, you must,” Rarity insisted while a light whimper following. “I treasure your loving and must ensure I am ever to receive it.”
Obelisk brought the finger to his mouth and let his tongue slap over the moist digit. He gave a loud wurf of delight and sucked it clean with a single thrust into his mouth. He pulled it free with a smack of his lips and a naughty grin. “Tastes like perfection. And pony. Mmm, putting my Diamond Dog dick inside a perfectly pristine pony pussy.”
“Your filthy mouth and erudite bearing are perfect contrasts, Obelisk darling!” Rarity cried out, shaking her rear once more. “Please take me again! As you do so well and so often, take me!”
The two slowly and carefully moved, Rarity lifting off of Obelisk and keeping her rear facing the window, as though taunting Spike with the sight of her full, spanked rear end. Obelisk's rising showed that he had already risen in other ways. The Diamond Dog tool was huge. It was darker than his fur, like a shining spire of obsidian. It certainly went along with his name. It was long and fat, veins standing out on it and throbbing just slightly. Unlike the pony organ and other four-legged creatures, it was not contained in a tethered sheath, but stood out tall and proud. At the tip it was not bare like quadroped organs but rather had a drooping crown of flesh just slightly opened to show the glans within. Below the stiff and standing spire hung a fat, low sac. The fur was either velvety or absent, looking like a shining black pouch loaded down with two lemons, if not apples.
Obelisk made his way behind rarity, hiding practically the whole of her, save for her legs. It was a small mercy for Spike. He couldn't even see when her snatch was penetrated. She just let out an unmistakeable squeal of utter delight after Obelisk lifted his hips and thrust forward. His huge hands grabbed at her Cutie-Marked hips and squeezed down firmly. His spike-ended tail wagged wildly as he settled into his penetration and happy arfs and yips poured from his mouth, head thrown back.
The lack of view of Rarity did not help anything at all. Obelisk was practically attacking her with his might. The declaration of love over being spanked probably meant she was in utter ecstasy as his muscular hips slammed over and over into her rear end with heavy, wet-sounding whacks. The truth of that came when she stopped holding back her cries and let out moans and squeals of pure delight. Obelisk flexed his muscular ass and drove his mighty rod deep over and over, almost seeming to be flaunting the flex and thrust, while his balls swung forward to thump Rarity's belly, probably heavily whacking her low-hanging teats.
Despite the ferocity of it, the tremendous energy and bestial grunts both were occasionally giving... there was something to it that made one thing very clear: They were making love.He wasn't just fucking her and she wasn't just fucking him. They were loving one another in the most carnal, passionate but ultimately true fashion possible.
Spike climbed down the side of the boutique, numb with shock and unsure what to think about the turn of events. He needed answers. Needed to know what was happening, what had become of his comfortable belief that nothing had changed in his life.

He saw Rarity the next day. She was placidly eating breakfast, sitting on a soft feather pillow. When he asked her about her relationship with Obelisk she denied nothing. She said that she had intended to be honest but had not wanted to hurt Spike's feelings. She was trying to find the best way while remaining friendly. She still loved her little Spikey-wikey, but not in a carnal sense. She had been drawn to Obelisk's physical might, classy bearing and romantic manner. She was not cruel nor insulting. Even while all but cuckolding him night after night she was sweet and gentle, explaining that she wanted only the best for him and she could not be that. She actually wished for him to find a woman that could see perfection in him, as she had seen in Obelisk.
The kindness and soft hugs of reassuring friendliness did nothing to help Spike's ultimate mood. It mitigated the insult somewhat, and took the barbs out of the lack of honesty, but didn't erase the main issue. He no longer had a shot with Rarity, and hadn't for a while. He was ashamed and upset but not really mad at Rarity. He was mad at Obelisk... for being better than him... it was a confused time. And eating would help.
He didn't have Rarity, or any other unicorn, with him, so he had no access to the gem-finding spell. He was going to have to just dig around until he found some caches of new-grown gems or a collection that had not been detected yet. He didn't mind. Bleeding off the energy would help his mood somewhat, and of course there was the delicious reward of gems when all his efforts came to some kind of fruition.
An hour of digging around in likely spots for the treasures under the hot glare of the midday sun had done little but netted him a small handful of tiny gems and made him sweat. His smooth scales shone even more as the scentless sweat caught the light. All the carbon in his diet ensured he had nothing to fear from a good dose of perspiration.
He dug out one more hole and was rewarded with a beautiful sight, a single large citrine spike thrusting up from the bottom. It looked delicious. He went right for it, grabbing it with his teeth and pulling back to yank it out of the hole. He encountered resistance, as though the spike was stuck in the dirt. After a few tugs he started digging around it, in case there was an additional stone he didn't realize was around.
The rocks and dirt gave way under his digging, the hole collapsing inward as another figure tore up the ground from below. When the dust cleared Spike found himself staring into the canine face of a Diamond Dog, not what he was looking for. At least something in the cast of her underbite-having face made him realize she was a female. That came out much more clearly when he saw her fully. Her softly gray body was definitely of a more female shape, having the exaggerated teardrop shape of an upright female, hips huge and wide, ass padded incredibly well, with a small paunchy belly up front. She had a fair set of teats... breasts, he remembered they were called when on the chests of the likes of Diamond Dogs. They were full and sagged a bit beneath the red vest she wore. She also had on a red thong and black collar studded with diamonds, a glowing yellow gem hanging off the front. Because of his position he really noticed her eyes. Green irises shone within the sea of her yellow sclerae. But he found that yellow actually nice, not threatening or sallow, but nice. Like a canary yellow diamond.
The woman growled softly and sunk her teeth harder into the stone, her vast experience making her able to do so without shattering it. She pulled on the spike of crystal and yanked Spike down. Spike was well-braced and not about to be dragged down by a Diamond Dog. He pulled and snarled himself, his lithe body hiding his rather good strength, his muscles abundant but smooth and hidden in all his feminine look.
Both pulled and snarled and twisted about to claim the crystal. Being but another type of quartz the citrine was quite strong. But being an impurity-laced variety of quartz it was nowhere near as strong as the colorless type. Eventually the gem shattered near the middle, sending both tumbling backwards. They crunched loudly on the halves they had, rather enjoying the mineral treat, but were still upset, as evidenced by the female's shrill shout, “Hey! Dragon! What do you think you're doing?! That was mine!”
“H-hey! I dug that thing up fair and square!” Spike shouted, distracting himself from looking over the woman's body. “I had every right to it. I've been digging all day.”
“Ooooh, digging all day, were you? Like I haven't been digging all day too! I live under there you know! And I have to work. Must be nice to have time to just come around up there, naked and looking sexy just to steal gems from working Dogs!” The female snorted and looked away from Spike quickly.
“Hey! I'm not naked!” Spike protested, thrusting his crotch forward and showing his black thong. He was reminded again of his attempt to attract Rarity and pulled his hips back.
The Dog fem snorted and waved him off. “Right, right... still, you hardly look like you work, shiny-scales. Dragons don't have to work, do they? Just rest on the gems they take and leave working to Dogs like me.”
“I live with ponies!” Spike shouted, unsure why the accusation hurt so much. “I work just as hard as you do, maybe harder! I don't dig but I do a ton of chores and favors for my friends.”
“Hmph!” The Dog fem looked Spike over again, giving all his features a few good, long gazes. “Maybe I believe you. You're thin enough to be a working dragon, not fat like the lazy ones. Long and pretty. Hey!” She shook her head and tried to look annoyed. “You still poached my take!”
“Sorry! I was hungry. I need to eat to take my mind off stuff,” Spike said, scratching the back of his neck and looking aside.
“Oh what kind of problems could you have?” The Dog gal waved her large hands up and down to indicate Spike's form. “You're young, hot and bulge your clothes. What could the problem possibly be?”
“My marefriend... the one I thought was going to be my marefriend...” Spike missed the commentary thanks to his sinking into his memories of Rarity. “I thought we were going to be more than just friends. I knew there was another guy but... he...”
“Awww, got upstaged by a pony? That's not an excuse for taking my gem,” The woman said.
“It was a... Diamond Dog. A really, really, really big one. I saw them...” Spike trailed off and slumped to the dusty ground.
“Oh... ouch...” The woman winced a bit and shook her head. “Alright, fine, you win. I might have been screwed over by my ex but at least he had the decency to leave me for his job... more or less...”
Spike looked up a little. He was just vulnerable enough to be curious. “What happened?”
The woman attempted to wave off the question but answered after a bit. “He was a workaholic. First he worked, then he drank a lot. It was fine, it saved me from having to deal with his fumbling, flustered sex. Not often enough though. I've got stretch marks to show he hit the mark a couple of times. Then he started fucking the foredog and I kicked his ass out of the housing area. He's still drinking but not working that much anymore. She didn't want him either.”
“Wow... that sucks...” Spike said, shaking his head a bit. “I think that's worse, at least he used to love you...” Spike was cut off by sudden laughter from the Dog.
“'Love me'? Oh that's hilarious!” The woman wiped an eye and shook her head. “I married him because I thought he had potential and he knocked me up when he told me he had protection. It wasn't that great then. I should have just told him I was getting fat.” She looked Spike over again and offered a hand. “Aventurine.”
Spike shook the offered hand awkwardly, blushing a bit though he wasn't sure why. “Spike... Nice to meet you.”
“Surprised you shook it. I thought you'd try to rip my face off. Try,” Aventurine noted.
“Why would I do that?” Spike asked with a tilt of his head.
“Because if I understand it right you caught the mare you were all hot for getting bang-banged by some giant pillar of Dog meat and mega muscle. That's... pretty much the kind that get the mares. And the stallions get the Dog ladies that are really rich. Really, really rich. Not that I'm bitter. Fucking stallion assholes, I've got needs, dickmouths!” Aventurine slammed her hands into the side of the hole.
Spike started out feeling especially bad, then he raised his hands and looked a bit concerned. “W-whoa, woah! No need to get crazy like that. Yea it sucked but... I guess I knew it. She never really thought of me like that. Probably because she saw me grow up and still thought I was the little guy she knew. I mean... she seemed happy... I hate it but I do want her to be happy. She even said she wanted me to be happy too. I guess she likes big guys, not a slim one like me.”
Aventurine ran a large hand over her head and let out a breath, looking over Spike and herself. “Look... life sucks and then your SO runs out on you. At least you don't have little anklebiters. So... we aren't even but I think we both deserved that one. I've been around here looking undergorund. Anything decent near the surface?”
“Uhhh, no...” Spike said, showing off the small collection of small gems he had found. “I was going to make a cake later.”
“Today's a wash but I don't want to go back empty. Think I could have those?” Aventurine gave Spike a toothy smile. “You need snack food but I've got a nine-to-five.”
Spike hesitated for a moment but he passed them across with a sigh. “When I'm cooler I can get Twilight out here to help me find some snacks. I just wanted to get it out of my system and snack...”
After dumping the gems into a pocket on her vest Aventurine looked over Spike again. “You wanna come back to the colony with me?”
Spike raised a brow and tilted his head. “What?”
“It's hot as Tartarus out here and while you dragons probably like that you look uncomfortably sweaty. Plus you're dusty. You look like you crawled out of a mud pit,” Aventurine noted, motioning into the hole from which she had come. “It's always cool underground.”
Spike self-consciously wiped his body, smearing the dust and sweat around on his smooth form. “Okay, you have a point. I've been down there once... it wasn't that... well it sucked. Sorry but it really sucked.”
Aventuring laughed quite loudly and slapped at the side of the hole. “I know when you were down here. Those guys were what we call 'Cave Goo.' The slimy scum that forms on moist walls and needs to be scrubbed off regularly. Basically criminal poachers illegally expanding into occupied territories and doing surface contact. Big, big offenses. They're still working in the magma tunnels. They're not in danger but it sucks a lot. We moved in closer and established colonial living spaces, but we got permits. Because we're not idiots.”
Spike gave a light, free laugh and nodded a little. “As long as it doesn't smell.”
“That's why they invented enriched carbon and vent passages,” Avenurine noted with a laugh. “Like I said, 'Cave Goo.' Come on. The passages are pretty clear right now. The harvesters like me are still doing scouts and test digs and my kids are in school.” Despite being unsure about how to feel about the comment about children Spike went along with it and descended into the well-carved tunnel.
Beneath the surface the passage was rough but sturdy, and cut at an angle to allow for easy passage up and down. The small tunnel opened out into a much larger tunnel that looked better made but was still round. There were no supports but it also looked very carefully made. There were some notations scratched on the walls, but not in a language that Spike could read, if it even was one. There were more figures and indicators than anything recognizable as letters. The passage remained level as it snaked through the ground for a long, long space. Light seemed to be provided by a combination of torches, sunlight shafts and magic gems set at intervals.
The long primary tunnel, which Spike noted had some other branching paths, opened out into a far, far larger boxy room with bracing supports along the walls and several branching tunnels leading off from it. Down one of those was another boxy room that had not only bracing but cobblestone floors and electric lights. “This is the entrance area for our work areas. Next is the company areas and then the colony,” Aventurine noted, as Spike just looked around in a kind of awe.
It was a fairly uneventful trek through the company areas, which had a kind of hard edge to them but still had certain touches like cheerful motivational posters and vases of glowing, subterranean fungus. The company areas opened out into a vast, well-carved cavern. It was not natural at all, as the ceiling was smoothed and polished, the corners were squared off, and the various walkways and stairs were smoothed and coated in cobblestones, some also glazed with ceramic. In the central area were numerous high, tall structures that rose up from the unseen bottom of the carven area. Surrounding the central spires were enormous terraces around the walls of the cavern with passages leading between them and numerous structures carved onto each one. Electromagical trams ran along between terraces and around them, while dozens of Dogs of all genders and breeds strolled around the terraces or rode the trams. There were even ponies down there,  and a small number of other quadrupeds. Most of the light was being provided by what looked like a large, semi-screened electromagical ball that was very like the sun.
“Woah... this place is... what is this? You have a permit for all of this?” Spike was plainly gobsmacked by the whole thing.
Aventurine just laughed as she led Spike along to a tram stop, which was one of the ones leading towards the central structures. “You don't know much about Diamond Dogs, do you, pretty-scales? This is our new Colonial Holding, authorized by Celestia herself. We have diplomatic relations and good standing. So we have this. It is like several pony towns or an extra large city. Like a bigger Manehattan.”
“Wow... Twilight really neglected to tell me about a lot of things. Then again I never asked...” Spike watched the large stone structure approach, noting that it did, indeed, look like an extra large skyscraper. But the surface was carved and dressed stone and the windows were much smaller and made of carved crystals.
The tram docked at a large port which let folks out into a central feeder room that led to several banks of elevators. Spike and Aventurine wound up riding in a large elevator with a group of Diamond Dogs and one pony, a pegasus stallion. He moved away from Spike and actually moved his wings over his saddle bags. Eventually the pair got off at a floor that looked like all the others they had seen through the doors, a nicely-decorated region of glazed floors and frescoes on the walls, along with doors at reasonable intervals. At one door Aventurine took a key from her pocket and opened up the chiseled slab, allowing Spike to enter the place first.
Spike had lived in Canterlot for a portion of his life, so knew how things looked in a big city, including apartments. This was more akin to a condo. The carven space within was a bit plainly squared but ample, tall, wide and deep, the walls painted a nice blue color. The furnishings were a bit utilitarian in design, being both stone and metal like most other things he had seen in the colony, and drab in color. But they looked plush and comfortable, being low and padded. The walls had photographs hanging on them, and there was an open kitchen area as well as a small dining area in front of a short hall. “Down the hall, to the left, second door. The water for the tub is regularly refreshed, from a hot spring recycler system on this level,” Aventurine noted blandly, taking the gems out of her pocket and placing them in a box marked with a logo Spike had seen in the mine area.
“Oh, thanks...” Spike wandered down the hall, noting no photos of an adult male Dog, but many of Aventurine and smaller Dogs, one male and two females. He found the door he had been pointed to and opened it. The entire room and everything in it was made of dark gray porcelain, from the toilet to the sink to what looked like a large, slightly-steamy hot tub. There were a few bottles of pony-made shampoos and such by the tub. “Wow. This place rocks.”
He slipped his thong down his hips and gave a wiggle as the concealed and restricting marginally-enchanted pouch at the front let loose his draconic member. He, too, was unlike the sheathed four-legged folks, having a rather ludicrously large, very fat tube of meat the color of his stomach scales, which dangled down between his blue thighs. Hanging down below was a nicely full ballsac that waved with his motions and was the same blue as his main body scales. He was self-conscious about how the awkwardly-sized member and stones looked on his slender form and how it bulged his thongs, so he had the enchanted garment to minimize the effect.
He slowly slid into the tub with a sigh, the warmth cradling his slim, sweaty body and washing away the perspiration and dust. He dipped his head beneath the water and came back up immaculate. He also came back up to a shock, finding Aventurine standing at the bathroom door, grinning. She was also bare, her heavy, motherly breasts thrust out but sagging a bit from age and weight, and the fat lips of her pussy fully exposed. Spike flailed about in the tub and pushed back to the farthest part of the tub he could. “H-hey! What's going on?”
“Come on,” Aventurine said with a voice full of mirth, “Did you honestly expect me to do anything different?”
Spike didn't answer for a moment. He was a little bit fascinated by looking at Aventurine's exposed sex, and at her breasts, which were very different from the things he had seen in magazines and casually on the street. So much bigger, so much better styled. Even mature as they were... maybe even because they were so mature... “Um... I guess not. I just... this is kinda awkward. I mean yea, I broke up with... I mean, we were never dating but... and I... and...” Spike let out a sigh and sank in the tub. “I don't know...”
Aventurine did not hesitate, she just sauntered up, shaking her hips, and slipped casually into the other side of the tub, getting nice and cozy in the warm water. She dipped herself and came up just as clean, running her large hands over her matured body. “How do you think I feel? I figured I'd get a pony to see past my features. Or at least a better class of Dog. Then I saw you just looking me all over. I never even knew I liked slim young guys. But I saw under the water. Now THAT part I always liked.”
Spike blushed a dark red, hands coming over his crotch a little bit late. “I don't know why. You look great. Nice and big and soft. You're strong, but... cute... does this make any sense?”
Aventurine stood up, water sliding off of her beautiful body, glistening lightly in the magical light of several stones set over the sink. She slowly strode forward and placed a large hand on Spike's slim chest. “One shot, pretty-scales. Get up right now and head to the elevator. Head to a tram station and ask directions out. It's fine. Don't move and maybe we can help one another. Life sucks and then your SO runs out on you. But we can probably make it suck less. A lot less.”
Spike looked down at Aventurine's hand, fascinated by it all of a sudden. It was just like his, in some respects. Nimble digits capped with stone-breaking claws, probably a little latent magic in them too, to make it work. His claws were built right into the tips of his fingers while hers were distinct from her fingertips, black caps that shone a bit and still managed to look manicured, with just a touch of scratching and chipping from the action of her job. Her pressing felt firm, strong, as befit a working woman, but he could tell she would doubtlessly let him up if he made a move. He did not make that move. “In here?”
“You EARN the bed, dragon,” Aventurine said, firmly, looking Spike in the eyes with a hard glare, “That's for something more than just making me feel better. I got fucked over more than the other kind of fucking in that bed. I'm not getting that again. Show me you're serious.”
Spike snorted, a little nerve coming to him. “What makes you think I'll do this again?”
“I never said you would,” Aventurine said, somewhat sadly, “But that's the truth. That's how it works. You give me some sign you're more than a big pillar in need of a parking space for ooze and I'll be damn happy about it.”
Rather than responding to that statement Spike just moved his hands away from his crotch, which showed quite a bit of life, the formerly limp rod of dragon flesh standing at near full hardness from the sight and audacity of the Dog woman. “Fine... I'll... try and make it suck less.
Aventurine reached beneath the water and took a solid hold of the risen dragon member, grin pulling wider as the pole of meat surged up to full hardness. It throbbed and pulsed in full erection, precum spitting into the water. She looked reasonably impressed with it as she stroked her hand up and down the cream-toned erection, letting her fingers play over the slight foreskin still over the glans. “Nice... I've got big hands and you still come out above and below. My ex couldn't even fill my palm.”
For a moment, a strange, confused moment, Spike felt proud and mighty, being told he was superior to a male Diamond Dog. He was cuckolding Obelisk! He was Rarity's perfect man! But he wasn't... he was better than an underhung alcoholic loser who was kicked out by the woman stroking his dick. But she thought something of him. Her hands were not the soft, silken things he imagined was at the bottom of Rarity's lotioned and cared-for hooves, nor did it feel like the soft and silky coat. It was somewhat uneven yet still smooth, a working woman's touch, a strong woman's touch. The fingers squeezed the length, but strong as she was the robust rod was like a piece of steel, standing firm as it was pumped and handled. “Nnnngh... fuck...”
“I thought so! Nothing but a little whelp,” Aventurine said, increasing the speed of her stroking. “Take, take, take... not going to offer a lady something?”
“F-fine... I'll give you something...” Spike tentatively reached out to try and manually pleasure Aventurine, but she was positioned out of reach, her arms longer than his and her rear end pushed away. “I can't reach...”
“HA!” Aventurine laughed in Spike's face, slapping her broad, wet, slick tongue across his pretty face. “Just a little whelp. I'm jacking you, greedy young thing. If you cum in the water I'm going to know what you really are, what kind of useless, big-dick whelp you really are. What are you made of, pup?”
Spike was temporarily confused, feeling his orgasm start to develop deep in his loins and preparing to savor it. Then the words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. She was challenging his masculinity by mocking his age! He was young, sure, younger than her, but he wasn't some premature-ejaculating teenage loser. He suddenly stood up, splashing water around and getting his dick out of her grasp. Without thinking about it he pushed Aventurine firmly against the other side of the tub. He smiled and let his tongue slither out of her mouth. As in his youth it was long, slender and very mobile. He twisted it around and around, making shapes with it, showing off more than a foot of usable muscle. He slathered and rubbed the agile tongue along her face, around her nose, around her eyes, over her forehead and over her teeth. It slipped back into his mouth with a loud slurp. “You like it, Dog?”
Aventurine spread her fat mother thighs out wide under the water, her arms pinned against her sides by Spike's arms, though she was clearly stronger than him. She showed off by moving his arms a bit and spreading her fat cooch with two fingers. “Not yet, pup... you have it in you?”
Spike said nothing. He sucked in a tremendous breath and pulled himself under the water. He was face to face with the spread lips, once more seeing a difference between the Diamond Dog and Rarity. Her lips were designed slightly differently, with a very fat mound and puffy, matured lips. Her fingers moved away, a sign that he was to do the work. Both hands came up, fingers carefully spreading the fleshy folds to expose the pink and slightly-twitching inner flesh. For the sake of surprise, to show her what a dragon could do when inspired, his tongue shot out like a frog, with perfect accuracy, slapping straight against her tight entrance, forcing the smooth muscle into her. The forked tip wiggled around inside, stroking back and forth over the rippled passage in alternate directions.
It was the first time he had actually tasted a woman... maybe it was her species but she tasted exciting, musky, rich, and wonderful. He brought his face forward, tongue following in his wake, twisting, doubling up, swirling around within while his smooth snout came up to grind and press at her clit. His hands massaged the fat flesh of her pussy, working the folds with his eager fingers while he proved himself. He knew he was doing something right, judging by the muffled sounds coming from above the water and Aventurine's powerful hands coming down to his head, grasping the frills on the side of his head and grinding his face hard against her sex and clit. He did his best to prove himself, staying under as long as possible and working Aventurine with all his dexterity.
Eventually, however, in the middle of a hard and fast corkscrewing of his doubled-up tongue he knew his time was up. He fought his way past Aventurine's grasping hands and broke the surface with a titanic gasp, his doubled-up tongue yanking forcefully from within the Dog and making her let out a rather uncharacteristic squeal of pleasure. Spike stood there, panting and sucking air, long tongue hanging out of his mouth, half distressed, half flaunting. He looked at Aventurine and noted her rather good blush. He grinned and asked, “Still think I'm just a pup?”
Aventurine laughed breathily and sucked in a gulp of air while getting to her feet. “So you got lucky with your first tongue-job. You had an unfair advantage, pup. You'd do that to anyone. You didn't make me feel special.”
In response Spike went down to one knee and pushed his face against Aventurine's exposed paunchy belly. This was what a mother earned, a well-aged and mature woman who worked hard and enjoyed the fruits of her labor. She had earned the right to carry that weight and it looked good on her. Rarity, like most mares, was rather trim. While there was a curve to her belly area it was tight and carefully managed. This was more like the soft and comfortable fullness of Ponyville MILF Mrs. Cake. He had never thought about it much before but in retrospect he had occasionally felt envy for Mr. Cake and now it was clear why he had done so.
There was another fascination for spike in the midst of that soft, rounded expanse. Being a reptile, and having emerged from an egg, he was fascinated by all things mammalian. He had seen the belly buttons on the ponies in town, and even looked at Rarity's up close while she was on her side in the sauna. But they were small, nearly invisible things, even when slightly bulged out. But Diamond Dogs, being of a different construction, had very notable ones.
The navel on Aventurine, by virtue of the soft and matured belly, was especially deep, with a slight folding along what would have been a four pack on a more 'purely' muscular Dog. He had seen... 'movies', and 'magazines' and read 'books', all wholly legitimate and not improper at all, that described such things. It was called an 'innie' and created a deep, inviting cleft. After a few cheek rubbings against the soft poochy belly he took a chance. His tongue slipped out from between his thin lips and flicked in a quick spin around the edge. A subtle thrill ran through his body, not affected by Aventurine giving what could be generously described as an amused giggle.
The action was repeated, and a thought crept into his draconic brain. He flicked his tongue in, dipping into the belly button and swirling within. There was the light taste of salty sweat, not diminished by the action of the bath. He could taste a wonderful melange of minerals within as well, probably from her job. It sent an even bigger shudder through him, a motion of pure delight. He dug and licked in that belly button more, hands pressing in on Aventurine's belly and giving it a little squeeze while he licked.
Aventurine had started to wiggle and laugh as she was getting a licking. It finally got to her and she rather firmly pushed Spike away, her soft belly wobbling a bit after it was released. “O-okay, okay, you showed off! Now I guess you want some.” She bulled forward through the tub and practically leaped onto Spike's lap. Her legs were on the small bench around the side of the tub, letting her grab his shoulders and hover her licked pussy over his aching rod. She ground the plump lips hard on the foreskinned crown, giving a hot, lusty moan as she pushed the dick against her clit. Not a Dog. Not even close. A different species. The idea spurred her to drop, a slow motion action given the slowing effect of the water. It let her savor the agonizingly-pleasurable stretch of the gargantuan pole spreading out her tunnel. She hadn't had a stretch anywhere near that since her last pup. Her husband had been much, much less.
Spike threw his head back. He didn't cry out, but he was showing every other sign of a popped mancherry. His body shuddered in a most delighted way, caught quite off guard by the feeling that suddenly shocked through his brain. Anyone could see that he had never felt it before, the tight and active warmth gripping and stroking over his rod, nothing at all like stroking or rubbing against something. He was just a young thing.
She had been right. Completely, stupidly, unquestionably right. Obelisk had probably practiced on a dozen women before he took Rarity. He was being deflowered by a desperate house Dog who needed something special in her dreary life. And he... needed someone to take pity on him. He'd take anything. He wanted her, she wanted him. Yet there was something... “Nnngh... Aventurine...” Even in his lust... he recalled her name.
Hearing her name had an odd effect on the Dog woman. She dug her toes in under a small lip and used the leverage for all it was worth. She pulled herself up with the thrusting out of her chest and belly, flaunting them, showing them off with great pride. She then used her strong legs and her leverage to push herself down against the clutch of the water, to shove her pussy down around Spike's pole and slap her very ample ass against his slim, scaled legs. “Did you really remember? You don't fool me! It's your first time but I'll bet you learned how to work on emotions! I don't believe you!”
His passion and feelings were being taken for granted. Worse, they were being rejected. She was using his dick just to get off like some kind of succubus, and that wasn't flying. “S-stop! Stop that! Don't just use me!”
“You're using me! You came here because all you looked at were my big pup-feeders and all the other things you can't see on a pony!” Aventurine wasn't crying, but she probably could have been. She slammed down again and ground her ample booty hard against Spike's hips, almost trying to make it hurt.
Spike didn't cry out, nor did he moan. He had a strangled noise that groaned in his throat as he collected himself and fought against what almost might have been his rape. It was a razor's edge of difference. “No!” He pushed her hard, his twinkish form managing to concentrate all his anger into a surge of strength that had Aventurine standing on the other side of the tub, panting and almost growling. “You don't know anything about me! I'm more than just some horny dragon!”
Aventurine laughed, a mirthless noise, hands angrily gripping the sides of the tub while her chest heaved. “You don't act like it. You just want to get off and go and leave the work to me!”
That did it. It lit a fire under Spike's ass. He lunged as well as he could through the water and grabbed at the taunting titties. He probably intended to massage and toy with them. Bit his grasp was crushing, at least as much as it could be given the limits of his strength. His fingers squeezed in over and over, alternating right and left, claws not even coming close to breaking the skin. “Is that doing it? Still think I can't do the work?”
Aventurine's lips pulled into an unusual grimace of mingled pleasure and resistance. A deep, long, somewhat-frustrated groan poured from her mouth. “That's... not what makes you more than some passive little virgin...”
Was she... flirting with him? Challenging his masculinity? Daring him to commit a crime? He'd give her what he could and damn the consequences. He'd show her. “How's this?!” His hands moved out to the sides and smashed in suddenly, mashing the slightly saggy tits together, the heels of his palms digging in and twisting slightly while his head shot forward. He forced a kiss on her, took a kiss, shared a kiss, something. He tried to be firm but he had practiced on unresponsive pillows and wasn't sure what he was getting back from Aventurine.
Spike's hips sliced through the water, raging erection poking at the very bottom of her soft belly while his hips moved and positioned the crown against the soft, fat mound she had teased him with. He growled into the kiss as his eager hips were brought under control. He wasn't just a desperate virgin! He was under control! And with that desperately-grasped control he ground the foreskinned head against her clit and then down, to her passage and in with a savage pump of his girlish hips.
Aventurine grunted as the cock was forced into her, by design. She had taken him and now he was taking her. It felt good, and the fluttering, trembling squeeze and roll of her tight Dog pussy spoke of that. The accordion-like walls of her passage massaged along the oversized dragon tool, her silken fluids lost in the warm, embracing water.
The crush of breasts ended when Spike suddenly moved his hands away and slapped them down on the edge of the tub, breaking the kiss to throw his head back and let out a loud, pleasured, but not dominating cry. He was just having a good time and enjoying himself while giving as good as he was taking. His hips pounded through the water, churning up waves and stirring a froth on the surface, announcing the passion and force of his fucking. He was showing himself to be more than just some youngster.
Aventurine agreed. She had pushed him, prodded him, maybe even tried to get rid of him. No insincere folks for her. She didn't actually believe in finding the right lover with the help of fate. She didn't... until she kicked her legs up, still leaning her back and hands against the edge of the tub. She wrapped her thick, strong legs around Spike's back, to clearly FEEL his every thrust. The slender muscles' flex was helped by the pull of her legs, making Spike shove into her harder.
He was accepted. He was wanted. They were sharing a bit of screwing that gave them both what had been missing in life. Passion and attentiveness. A merging of two desperate creatures abandoned by those that they had once thought something of. They were sharing a bit of... lovemaking. The hard hammers and the spasming pull of legs to make it all the harder, combined with the vise-tight squeeze of lips made it a beautiful shared experience.
With both finally having felt one another out and gotten past their presumptions and uncertainties they could enjoy themselves. Aventurine had her head thrown back, body trembling against the edge of the tub, claws lightly furrowing the stone; Spike had his head down against his chest, moans pouring out of his mouth with the occasional hot grunt and sudden shout.
The comfortable merge, combining with passion and force beneath the water, was finally rewarded. Aventurine came first, because it was simply a huge number of new experiences with a pleasure behind them all, from the titanic stretch to the great depth of plunging to the working of her clit. Her walls trembled, clutched and then squirted, the shot of female honey lost to the warm, swirling, churning water.
Spike was lost in lust and desire, the sudden, unknown feeling of a woman's orgasm catching him off guard and destroying any hope of careful, controlled restriction of his orgasm. That was all helped out by Aventurine's legs pulling in tight and locking as she came. He was cervix-deep inside of her when he let out a huge, soul-filled draconic roar as his balls pulled up in their smooth sac and his huge dick quivered and pulsed. The cum tunnel on the underside practically bulged and moved with each hot, glue-thick, sticky wad that practically hammered against Aventurine's cervix, each one telling her a real man's load was battering the door to her womb and was even, slowly, oozing through.
They remained against one another, hanging slightly limply in their afterglow, panting hard. Thought the deed was done Spike did not pull out, and Aventurine did not unwrap her legs. They just looked to one another, exhausted, drained, yet strangely energized. 



Obelisk had been 'Mister Rarity' for several months. Eight, exactly. The nastier ponies in town, who were thankfully small in number, constantly counted backwards to try and put to lie the idea that she had been, if not a virgin, then at least not pregnant during her nuptials. He lived on-premises at Carousel Boutique and simply managed his business, having entered a state of well-financed management, rather than a direct dealer.
Rarity's eight-month-pregnant belly bounced before her full-length mirror, full and taut. Her own hooves were on it, as were Obelisk's large hands, both of them caressing and adoring the round fullness. Obelisk was on the floor, amid a pile of pillows, his testicles resting on a lovely purple silk one that matched Rarity's mane. Rarity was resting against his chest, bouncing on his stiff rod as they both watched her pregnant belly.
“It is magnificent...” Rarity said with awe, her pony sex oozing with mare honey as she moved on the grand Diamond Dog cock. “Our child will be wondrous. Stylish, strong, beautiful to behold.”
“I'm sure they will get something from you,” Obelisk said with a laugh, continuing to laugh as Rarity's magic made a swarm of fabric swatches smack at his head. “But you are quite right. This child... from wedding to parenthood in a single night. Was that pony magic at work?”
“A happy happenstance, pure serendipity,” Rarity laughed, and moaned, her eyes growing soft as she rubbed her belly much more slowly. “We were fortunate. In so many ways. Spikey-wikey...” Rarity's eyes grew a little distant and she sniffed. Yet there was a smile on her face. “I never thought he would appear at the wedding. Yet...”
“He did. Oh how he did. That was a moment no one will forget. At least we know why he's gone so much...” Obelisk licked at one of Rarity's ears and returned to fully focusing on her belly.
A good distance away and down in the earth, Spike was in his new digs. He had not truly abandoned his pony family, as he came back very, very often, but he had responsibilities down in the colony. He had hit the jackpot that first lucky day. He had sought meaning and found it when the letter arrived, saying his dragon sperm had done its duty. He had thought of Aventurine since that day, when they cleaned, parted and seemed pleased with their lot. He wondered when a good time to see her once more would be, if ever. That good time came when he dashed through the circuitous route to the colony and to her door, on bended knee with a ring. He may have been a freshly-deflowered young horny male, but he was also a moral man of quality.
Aventurine had actually turned him down. She had sent him the letter as a formality, not a demand. He was there all the time. His knee bent and his ring was out. He had her in the tub when there was time, and even took her to Rarity's wedding, where she was amused by the man that had surpassed Spike. They had made love at the wedding, in an alcove, with Spike amazed by her swollen belly, another mammalian thing.
Persistence paid off. They were married not long after, and just before Aventurine gave birth to a perfect, beautiful Diamond Dragon girl. Smooth scales over a Diamond Dog body, with a Diamond Dog's tail. She had her mother's eyes and her father's figure.
There was almost no turnaround time in their relationship. The very moment she ovulated again he was there, making himself a father all over again. It was again eight months since the wedding, and five months into a larger pregnancy.
“Twins...” Spike spoke with a pleasured sigh while his hands drifted over the bulge of Aventurine's belly. He was on his back, in her bed, with the door locked and the children caring for their half-sister in the house. He had earned the bed and was loving how soft and comfortable it was beneath him while his Dog wife slowly rode him, letting him have all the view he wanted of that big stomach. “This is fantastic.”
“Then you carry them,” Aventurine said with a hard, long laugh that ended with a soft moan when she came down to the very bottom of her ride. She ground and rolled herself against the smooth scales of Spike's lap. Her pussy was molded perfectly to the immensity of his rod, and she felt... fulfilled when he was fully within. They were made to be together. Or at least, had molded one another to be just right with one another. Good fortune, like a rare jewel.