Consternated Mares
“Oh why, why must this happen to me?” Rarity cried out dramatically, falling forward onto her daybed only to unhappily get back up again, quickly dabbing away the staining liquid she had gotten on the fine silk of her sheets. “Foo! Of all the times and all the trouble, surely I must be having the worst day of anypony!”
Rarity magically levitated over some of her finest towels, hoof picked cotton with a high thread count. After all, only the best would do if she was going to cure this, this affliction of hers.
“Okay, how does that Heartstrings girl do this?” Trying to balance on her posterior in a delicate fashion, Rarity quickly upended her teak coffee table with a misplaced foreleg. “Hmph!” Reaching both hooves in towards her belly, she pressed gently at her swollen teat only to be greeted by a single drop of milk, quickly being absorbed into her silky coat.
“Ooooh, this is going to take simply forever!” Throwing herself flat on the towel, she felt the sloshing fullness in her belly and attempted to use her magic again.
“Okay, you just have to breathe. HNNNNNNNNNG, hah!” Her horn glowed with light, and she felt that familiar grasp of magic again. Suddenly the feeling tightened to a fine pinch, and she yelped before ending the spell. Gripping cloth and needles with magic is one thing, but trying to use that same grip on something as precious as her body was simply no good. She found herself moping around, thinking what a curse it was to have such a divine body that needed such, yes such upkeep and maintenance. She was splayed out on the couch, rubbing softly at her tender breasts when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey Raaaaariiiity!” Spike enthusiastically knocked again. “I came by today to help with the design for those dragonscale boots, remember?” Rarity, who by now had righted the coffee table and was clearing away anything that might give away her condition, berated herself for forgetting. “Oh, right, yes! Ahahaha, silly me, of course I remembered that my dear friend Spike was on his way to see me!” Spike stood there, listening to the rapid beat of hooves against floor on the other side of the door. “Um, hey Rarity? Is everything okay in there?”
Rarity stopped in her tracks, throwing on a lovely Ruby red bathrobe. “YES! Yes, ahem. Everything is fine, please come in dear.” Spike entered in slowly, looking around and seeing Rarity looking as put together as ever. “Wow Rarity, you look great!” Spike said, and Rarity could see the admiration in his eyes. Her heart melted, as she realized he actually meant it. “Why thank you Spike, you truly are a gentleco- er a gentledragon then. But I’m afraid I’m a bit under the weather today.”
Spike brought a claw to his mouth, worry spreading across his features. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that Rarity. Is there something I can do? The Cakes make some great dandelion stew, maybe that will help!” Rarity lay a hoof oh his shoulder, and felt his whole body tense at the touch. “Thank you Spike, you’re really such a dear. However I assure you that it is merely the issues of a lady that are at hand, I will be well with time.”
Spike looked up at her with love in his eyes. “Okay Rarity, but if there’s anything I can do to help, just give me a shout.” Turning back to her work area, she began to sort out paper and fabrics. “A lady does not ‘shout’ for someone Spike. Now, let us begin in on those boots!”
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Rarity continued to draw, looking over at Spike and then back to her drawings. “Hmmmm, here Spike, how is this?” Rarity sipped on her third glass of wine, fanning herself gently. Spike leaned in for a look, and so he could smell Rarity’s mane a little better. “Hmm, well the scales are functional of an aesthetic level, but it deviates from the norm. The tips of the scales need to be rounder, as that offers the most protection.” He furrowed his brow, still looking at the drawing, but focused instead on his keener senses. Something was off, the smell of something basic and sweet in the air, not the usual smell of silk and vanilla she normally gave off. Rarity interpreted the look in a different way, and rested her head against the table to pout. “Oh it’s really no use, is it? You don’t like it!”
Spike felt mollified, and rested a claw over her back. “No no, that’s not it at all! I’m just a little worried about you Rarity, you seem a bit distracted.” Rarity sighed and went to go sit down, carrying herself gingerly so as not to experience that heavy feeling of her milk filled belly dragging her down. “Oh Spike, you’re such a dear!” Rarity said, delighting in teasing the young dragon. “I just have a problem, and I’m afraid… That…” Rarity brought a hoof to her chin and rubbed it there. Perhaps it was the wine thinking here, but Rarity had an idea that was a no lose situation for all involved. “Spike, do you think you could do me a…” Rarity blinked at him seductively. “Personal favor?” Spikes eyes shone brightly, and he rushed over to her side. “Of course I will Rarity! Oh gee, anything I can do to help you, you just ask away, I’ll be anything y-mphn!” Rarity silenced him with a hoof, which Spike seemed a little too happy to have on his mouth anyway. “Good, I’m happy to hear. Follow me please!”
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Spike heard the bathroom door swing mostly shut, and Rarity’s clear tinkling voice ringing out from her room. “I’ll be in in only a minute darling!” She cooed, and spike quickly rushed around the bathroom, eyes taking in all they could. He reveled in how clean and organized it was, and how much it smelled like her. He looked back to the door again as Rarity trotted in, briskly closing the door behind her. She had several towels wrapped around her, and moved a little closer to Spike. “Ahem, Spike dearie, I’m afraid I need your help in a rather… Unladylike task.” Spike leaned in, loving everything about this, the sweet smell of red wine on her breath.
“Rarity, I want to help you! What’s the problem?” Rarity let out a simpering sigh and dropped the towels, revealing to spike the swollen mounds on her belly. “Oh my gosh Rarity! It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Rarity blinked, and then lay down on her soft lavender bathmat.
“Oh Spike, it’s simply wretched! Look at me! A fine Pony of distinguished class, swollen like some common cow!” Rarity rolled onto her back, a flush in her cheeks belying the wine she had drunk, and Spike still staring at the swollen mounds on her belly. “You must *hic* think so little of me.” Spike didn’t know what to do or where to look. “Rarity, I think you look like the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria. And anything I can do to help you is a task I’ll carry through to the end.” Rarity magically spread her towels out beneath her, using one to dab away a small tear in her eye. “Thank you Spike, you’re a sterling assistant. I can see why Twilight wants to keep you so badly!” Rarity took a second to refocus her eyes and her mind, then gesturing spike to come closer with her foreleg. “I’m very sorry to have to ask you this Spike, but could *hic* oh excuse me, could you m-miiiiih…” Spike nodded. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it Rarity. Just let me help.”
Rarity rolled onto her back closing her eyes as Spike brought his claws down to her distended breasts, taking his time to feel her soft coat. He loosely wrapped his slender claws around her teat and gave a light press, milk flowing forth from her small pink nipples. Rarity was panting lightly, feeling better already at the small release she felt.
“Ooooh, Spike that’s wonderful!” She said, a slight whine to her voice. “Just do be careful, won’t you? I don’t want there to be a mess-ah!” Rarity closed her eyes tight at the new sensation of the dragon’s hot mouth enveloping her teat. “Ah! Spiiiike, that’s not what I had in mind-!” Spike was preoccupied with his work, wrapping his prehensile tongue around her soft breast before constricting it, relishing the sweet milk that flowed forth into his mouth. Rarity continued to gasp and moan, lost in drunken delight. ‘Why isn’t this awful?!’ She wondered to herself, shivering lightly each time he brushed his already sharp teeth against her smooth ponyflesh. ‘I’m laying here being milked! It’s so beastly, it’s simply not cou- oooh!’ This line of thought quickly vanished as Spike suckled gently at her, her…
“Spike, yes please! Milk me like a cow, free me from these swollen udders!” She surprised herself at this outburst, especially by her use of the u-word. But if Spike was surprised at all he didn’t show it, instead focusing on using that forked tongue to wrap her teat again before the next squeeze. Rarity lay back, almost convulsing with joy as Spike drained her of milk before moving on to the other swollen mound. She felt the dampness around her tail growing under his careful ministrations and marveled at what the small dragon did to her. ‘I’ve never been so excited from mere foreplay!’ Rarity let out a long groan of pleasure as spike pressed his claws into her breast again, hot steam from his breath heating her sore chest. Spike moved down a little lower, spreading her legs and licking any damp spots from her shiny coat.
“Ahem, Spike dear, thank you so much for all your help, but I-ah!“ Rarity was cut short with a gasp as this time spike slid his tongue lower, guiding it into her tight mare vagina.
“Spike, this is not what I, oooh, this isn’t what I had in mind…” Rarity continued her feeble protests as Spike wormed his tongue further into her warm hot confines, seeking out her clit. ‘All those anatomy books Twilight keeps are really helping out here’ He thought to himself as Rarity suddenly shrieked and started pushing her hips against his mouth. “Spike, how –ah!- did you get so –mmmph!- good at this?” Spike, locating her sensitive button, flicked his tongue against it to bring her to climax. Rarity glowed with pleasure, tiny sparks of magic cracking across her body like so many static shocks. Rarity squealed with delight as Spike finally drew his tongue out from her damp slit, taking care to lick clean any mess.
“Spike, that was wonderful!” Rarity drew him close in her forelegs. “I don’t know how I could thank you, except…” Rarity drew close, nuzzling the scales on his neck. “Hmm, you did take advantage of me, considering my distress. My, I’m still a little dizzy! I’ll have to get my head straight…” Spike was sitting there, resting his head on the gemstone cutie marked flank of the pony when suddenly he stood up.
“Ohmygosh! Rarity, what time is it?” Rarity looked at him with surprise, then over at the sundial she kept on the windowsill. “It seems to be almost six o’clock exactly. Is there something wrong?” Spike pulled at his eyes, looking at Rarity with almost panic in his eyes. “Me and Twilight have a job from the Princess and I’m an hour late!”
Rushing over, he gave Rarity a quick hug before throwing open the bathroom door. “Thanks for everything Rarity, glad I could help! I’ll see you again tomorrow for the boots, but I have to hurry!” The door closed behind him, and with a pout Rarity walked over to the window just in time to hear Spike yell back to her as he sprinted for the library; “And I’ll take a rain check on that thank youuuuu!” Rarity quickly floated a towel over to herself, smoothing her pelt wherever there was a single flaw. “Honestly, what could be so important as to cause Spike to leave like that?” ‘So important that he has to leave ME!’ She thought, a little jealous of Twilight’s easy access to the eager to please assistant.
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Spike hurtled his small form through the open window with zero hesitation, knowing Twilight would continue to panic with every microsecond delay. “Twilight I’m here!” Standing up, he looked around at the empty library and noticed something awful, something horrible.
It was clean. Spike shuffled forward, seeing his reflection on a piece of paper that Twilight had managed to polish. “Oh Celestia, I’m too late, aren’t I.”
“SPIKE.” Spike reared around to see an all-consuming grin before him. “Oh, h-hey Twilight! Sorry I’m a bit late, are you oka- woah!” Twilight magically levitated him down to the basement, following after him.
“Grrrreat! I am doing just… great. SINCE you weren’t here, I had to begin testing without you!” Spike looked around and saw what she meant. There were dildos scattered all across the room, some dragon shaped with soft ridges, others long and equine. They all were coated in a thick layer of gooey lube, one of them stuck to a wall and fractured in several places. The ‘Property of Pinkie Pie’ stickers on most of them painted a picture of what surely was an interesting conversation. Spike took the moment to speak up. “I’m really sorry Twilight, I lost track of time! Oh gosh, whoaaaa!” Twilight hurled him through the air, his hurled body smacking into the wall only to fall into a bed that had been carefully geometrically arranged via magic. Twilight appeared in bed with a pop, teleporting into bed then gone then back again, this time with a lube smeared hoof and a roll of parchment. “Okay! YOU take the notes, and I’LL report my findings.”
Spike stared with an open jaw as a quill shot into the pillow next to his head. “T-take…” Twilight grabbed on to his hard member, sliding lube around his cloaca and across the shaft while giving the head an experimental lick. “Salty. WRITE IT. And make sure to get down what I say.” Twilight grinned again as she moved on top of him, slamming herself down on his dragon cock. “Surprisingly long, very hot and gooooood ridges!” She squeaked, her face contorting in a mix of pleasure and psychosis.
“Haa-hang on, how many o’s is that? And what do you mean surpri-augh!” Twilight began to furiously bounce herself on his fleshy dragon rod, eyes snapping open again. “KEEP WRITING! Ahn, ahhh, where was I? YES. Ridges help to rub and stimulate the wah-hnng.” Twilight stiffened as she hilted him fully, snapping a little further as she stretched herself around every bump and fold of his member. “Ah! Walls of the uterine tract. Climax is MUCH faster approaching, more so than with any of the inorganic materials.” Twilight suddenly pulled the parchment out of his hands, kissing him hard with the kind of abandon that only comes with insanity. Breaking the kiss away after what felt like days, she tiredly tried to bounce herself on his thick meat only to feel herself running out of steam. “Spike PUTDOWNTHEQUILLANDHELPME.”
Spike threw the quill he had forgotten he was holding away from him and switched positions, his body pounding with adrenaline energy as he gripped the mare. “Okay Twilight, I’ve got you!” Spike set her down on all fours, her spread back legs exposing a dripping wet marehood and her face peering back at him. “PLEASE, pleasepleaseplease Spike do it!” Firmly gripping her haunches, spike slid back in as far as he could, causing Twilight to whinny out in pleasure. As Spike rutted her hard and fast twilight’s eyes began to roll back into her head and even to glow around the edges. Spike found himself lifting her off the makeshift bed with each thrust, still moving deeper as the head of his cock slid along her cervix. Spike found not just Twilight lifting off the bed, but everything else as he bounced her on his pole, her tight mare pussy winking and tensing around it as the floated in a zero gravity ball of magic.
‘Oh, so that’s why she’s so light.’ Spike thought, and then he thought no more.
Twilight came in a shuddering roar of sound and fury, her eyes glowing bright white like a billion stars condensed and folded in. Beams of magic shone off her body as she shook in Spikes arms. It was an ecstasy the kind of which she had never known, a release from every worry and every fear, only boundless pleasure rolling through her body with each pounding of her heart. Spike was receiving the same treatment, pulses of hot dragon cum flowing into Twilight’s stretched womb, distending her belly ever so slightly with its pressure and volume. Everything that ever was, everything that ever will be or could be unfolded in front of Spike, all as he held fast to that slender parchment scented neck.
And just like that it was over. They fell slowly from their location down onto what was left of the bed below. Most of the basement had been destroyed, and Twilight had a dildo stuck fast to her horn. Spike was still holding her, thick dragon cock plugging her full of almost scalding hot semen. Looking over at the clock, Twilight sleepily read 9:47, and realized she had missed another deadline. Panic overtook her momentarily, only to fall away again as a sleeping Spike rubbed her full belly with a small strong claw. Laying back down into Spike’s embrace, she figured the Princess would understand. This was serious work anyhow; it needed all that extra time.
Celestia looked over her kingdom, and then back to her table by the fireplace. There was still no scroll. ‘Damn!’ Celestia cocked her head away, and gave a frustrated look up at the stars. ‘I was really looking forward to that study on Dragon-Equine fornication.’ She laughed quietly, and then talked to herself as she worked up a bit of magic. “Fornication. My goodness, I sound like Luna.” Strolling through the grounds of the royal courtyard, resolving to visit Twilight if she didn’t have that scroll by tomorrow. For now it was off to request the aid of the royal guard in providing “entertainment”.