A glimpse into her world
The evening was early and the shadows grew long as Spike, number one assistant of Twilight Sparkle and dragon-blooded foster-son of Princess Celestia, made his way through the streets of Ponyville. Wherever he looked, he saw people sitting outside and enjoying the warmth of the summer sun before Luna’s moon would bring a wonderful night.
The youth had a spring in his step for his goal was Carousel Boutique, the home of his one and only love. Even thinking about her made the heart in his narrow chest jump with joy and pump warmth through all of his body, from the tip of his toes to the tip of his one hair tuft that always managed to look like the scales of his dragon form. Spike had gotten amazingly skilled at looking like a human. No longer was he bound to walk about as a small bundle of purple scales and chubby cheeks, not much taller than a dog on its hind legs. No, now he was as big as most others teenagers and completely human, with the exception of his green, reptilian eyes, his sharp canines, and his snake-like tongue that would not become rounded, no matter how hard he tried. Not that he tried too hard. Spike enjoyed his inhuman features. He could smell a thousand things with his tongue, his eyes pierced any darkness, and his canines were perfect for opening those pesky plastic bags in which baking powder was shipped.
The boutique came into view and his steps became lighter. Rarity had invited him over for a “treat after dinner”. Celestia, he was so excited! Whatever could it be? Did she have some leftover, impure gemstones? Sure they weren’t pretty but they had a nice tangy aftertaste. And it was always fun to see the reaction of others when he bit through solid stone in his human form.
He arrived at the door, straightened his purple sweater, pulled his jeans up and wiped the last few specks of dirt off his shoes. Then he repeated the whole procedure.
Five times.
And it would have been more often, hadn't he noticed that one of the neighbors was watching him and holding her mouth, close to bursting into giggles.
“Very funny, Roseluck…” Spike muttered and knocked on the door, trying to ignore the heat on his cheeks and the loud beating of his heart.
“Coming!” Answered a melodic voice. Moments later the door opened.
The youth’s heart skipped a beat. Rarity stood in the doorway, her long curly, hair cascading over perfect, creamy pale skin. Deep blue eyes sparkling beneath sensuous, long lashes. A soft smile that could warm the frozen north on luscious, red lips. Oh Luna help him, she had even put on that eye-shadow that made her look so amazingly sexy when she fluttered her eyelashes.
To Spike’s surprise, Rarity wore a thick, long dressing gown with a soft, poofy neckline that hid her perfect figure a bit too well for his tastes. But he wasn’t here to ogle Rarity, he was here because she asked him to come and he would go to the ends of the earth for her.
“Spikey Wikey! I’m so glad you made it!” Rarity exclaimed as she saw the young man standing in the doorway. Without a second’s notice, she pulled him into a tight hug which Spike returned happily. Though he got a full face of the furry neckline, due to him still being at least a head shorter than her, he enjoyed the feeling of her arms around his neck.
Much too soon, she let go and bent over a little to look him in the eye. “How are you?”
“Great, thank you Rarity!” Spike replied, grinning. “All the happier when I can visit you.”
“Oh, you old charmer…” Rarity giggled, delicate fingers over his temple and down his ear. “Now, do come in! We have few things to discuss.”
Spike followed as she beckoned him to enter. “Discuss?” He wondered out loud. “Is there something wrong?”
“Far from it, darling, ” Rarity answered with a giggle. “There is something very right and we have to discuss it.”
“You lost me,” Spike admitted.
“Oh, don’t worry for now. More importantly: How much time do you have? Will Twilight need you for anything tonight?” The woman asked as she led Spike through the boutique towards the living area.
“Nah, she basically begged me to get going. Even had me send a-” Spike made massive air-quotes “-ROYAL letter. She's probably already in Canterlot, making out with my foster mom.”
“Spike!” Rarity chastised with a giggle. “It’s well within their right to enjoy each other’s company after all they do for the sake of Equestria on a daily basis. And don’t you think it amazing that our bookish Twilight Sparkle has become the suitor of our grand princess? From humble, little scholar to the lover of our all ruler. It is so… glamorous and romantic!”
“It loses it’s shine when you walk in on your mom kissing your sister,” Spike countered.
“Ah, yes, I can see that being a tad disturbing,” Rarity agreed and beckoned Spike towards the back room.
“Erm… Rarity, where are we going?” Spike asked as Rarity firmly headed towards the basement stairs.
“As I said, Spike, we have to discuss something important,” Rarity stressed and opened the door.
To Spike’s slight surprise, the stairs downwards were incredibly clean. Did Rarity use them often enough to warrant cleaning or did her disgust for dirt extended to them? Maybe she needed him to carry something heavy? He had a slim and tight frame, but he could carry quite a bit. And he did enjoy a chance to help his friends. Especially Rarity.
The pair reached the bottom of the stairs, finding themselves in a short hallway. Spike knew that to the left was the boiler room, Rarity’s storage chambers, and a room full of mannequins, which was probably the creepiest place in all of Ponyville. He also knew that there was a strong, metal door on the right that was always closed shut. But not today. Today, light emerged from the small opening beneath the door.
“Now, I want you to tightly close your eyes,” Rarity said with a smile.
“Erm… sure Rarity,” The youth said with a nod.
“And do not open them until I tell you. I would be very disappointed if you peeked,” Rarity stressed while putting a soft hand on Spike’s shoulder.
Spike nodded, his eyes still closed. He wouldn’t peek, no matter what. The woman of his dreams could trust him fully and completely!
Gently, the hand on his shoulder pushed him forward and Spike followed the soft instruction without question. Strange smells began to play around his nose as he was pushed on. It smelled of vanilla with a hint of blueberry. They stopped for a moment and he heard Rarity opening a door. They were walking into the right room! Curiosity began to crawl through his skull. He wanted to know what Rarity kept in there! But he kept his eyes shut. She had asked him and he would not disappoint her!
“Very good, Spike…” Rarity whispered and pushed him a few steps further. “Now keep your eyes shut until I say so…”
Spike almost began to tremble with curiosity. He could hear movement behind him as Rarity seemed to fidget with something while bright light pushed through his eyelids and soft, pleasant smells clung to his nose. It was so alluring.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours, he heard the door being locked and Rarity spoke. “Very well, Spike, open your eyes.”
He did. And they went wide!
The room had to be bigger than Rarity’s bedroom. It was starch white, illuminated by spotlights in the ceiling, and had a smooth, white, floor. Several huge, metal shelves with glass doors lined the walls. One was filled with straps, belts, ropes, chains, carbines, and all other kinds of gear to bind and secure. All in many colours and made of many materials. The next was equally impressive, filled with rows of vibrators and dildos. There were also strings with beads, hanging off small hooks, and other devices all ordered by size, type, and material like an army of pleasure. The next was full of ona-holes, masturbators and many more of the kind, all standing on the ready. Finally, the last one was full of gags, restraints, and small cuffs in velvet as well as leather. Enough to bind an army.
Several loops and grommets were placed throughout the room, on the walls, the ceiling as well as on the floor.
Sat in the middle of the room was a huge, four poster bed, dressed in pink sheets. On each post was a slew of loops and hooks.
Behind the bed stood a tall, alabaster throne, cushioned with finest purple and white velvet and flanked by two small stands. On one of them laid a scepter of pure silver with a frighteningly phallic shaft.
Spike looked around in quiet shock, slowly taking in the fact that he was in the most exquisite sex dungeon imaginable.
“Do you like it, Spike?” Rarity asked from behind.
Spike spun around and took a step backwards into the room.
Rarity had shed her bathrobe, revealing a white corset that accentuated her already beautiful form and held her breasts tight in leather triangle-cups, exposing only the tops of her soft, creamy breasts. A garter belt hid most of the tiny g-string she wore, leaving only an embroidered blue diamond exposed. Small, blue diamond-shaped clips on light blue straps connected to a pair of white, thigh-high high-heeled boots, each with a slit running down the inside tied together by crossing blue straps that exposed just enough of Rarity’s thigh to leave anyone wanting more. She also wore a pair of elbow-length gloves that matched her boots, embroidered with blue diamonds on the back of the hands. Resting on her shoulders, extending from a white fur hem, was an alabaster cape inlaid with blue stripes and onyx specs that sparkled as the light hit them. A golden chain held the cape in place, the fire ruby’s necklace modified into a brooch with the fire ruby itself at its center. Finally, Rarity had put on a silver crown with long, hard jags and a large blue opal embedded on the front, matching a pair of blue, drop-shaped earrings.
“Rarity… erm... what is... What is this?” Spike managed to stutter once his senses were done being overwhelmed.
“This, Spike, is my throne room, kingdom and refuge,” Rarity said with a regal voice. For a moment, Spike could swear she was more regal and imposing than Princess Celestia. “Here, I satisfy and explore the depths of decadence and ecstasy. My court of flesh and pleasure.“ She took a step forward and Spike retreated. “And I have invited you here, my little Spikey-Wikey.”
Spike opened his mouth to ask why, but he was interrupted.
“Let me get this out of the way and please do not feign ignorance, Spike, I know that you harbor feelings for me.”
“Wha- who told you!?”
“Well… you just did.” Rarity giggled and Spike blushed deeply. “And don't think me some foolish girl who never noticed anything. I know that you have a severe crush on me. You might even love me… don’t you?”
Spike bit his lip. This was wrong. All wrong! He had wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Wanted to express his love through words, deeds, anything but standing around here like an idiot. But there was no turning back now. “Yes… yes, I love you.”
“Very good, Spike,” Rarity cooed and rubbed her chin while tilting her head back. Oh Celestia, he felt so small when she looked at him like this.
“You see, I harbor deep feelings for you as well.”
“What?” Spike blurted out, eyes wide.
“Yes. I have done so for a long time. But until recently, I just didn’t dare to hope you had what I was looking for in a partner. I simply assumed that you were incompatible with me.”
“Incompatible?” He asked aloud.
“This is part of me, Spike!” Rarity announced and extended an arm. “In this room, I am not a drama-queen but truly a queen! Here I express my dominance, my urge to control and be worshiped and revered. Here the world prostrates before me and serves my every whim and wish! And so far, I could not see you enter in here…”
“But… I always help and support you…”
“Yes, Spike, but so far I never saw that spark in you that I crave. That delightful subservience that I desire,” She explained and a grin spread across her lips “But then came the magical comic book!”
Spike tilted his head to the side.
“Haven’t you ever wondered how well it captured our true personalities? Twilight became a matter-bending master of knowledge, Rainbow a furious bolt of wonder, Fluttershy a gentle giant with a burning strength inside, Applejack a cunning mistress of a thousand tricks, Pinkie so fast and chaotic, she could warp reality, and I a being that could delve into the depths of her own creativity to form reality...” She grinned. “And you were the sidekick in your own fantasy.”
The youth lowered his head in shame.
“Do not feel ashamed, my dear. There is nothing wrong with a man who supports, submits, and enjoys it,” Rarity said with a small grin and ran a gloved hand over Spike’s cheek.
“But… but I want to be strong and protect you…” Spike muttered as she gently pushed his chin up.
“There are incredibly strong and powerful men who protected everyone yet always submit,” Rarity said gently. “They are called ‘knights’. Haven’t you seen them in Canterlot?”
Spike’s eyes widened.
“They are strong, selfless and kind but they all submit to Princess Celestia. They serve everyone they meet and are gentlemen through and through. Do you ever see them ashamed when they kneel before their princess?” She pushed further.
“No… but… I’ve never thought about it like that…” Spike muttered, not sure what to say. “This is just so weird.”
“Spike, I offer you something that I do not offer lightly; I offer you a chance to explore your own submission. To go on a journey of excess and ecstasy with me.” She gently pulled him closer by his chin until he felt her hot breath on his lips. “Because I love you, Spike. Because I want to make you my knight. I have waited a long time, hoping to see the light of submission that I crave in a partner.” She retreated, leaving Spike desperate for the heat of her words. “This room is a part of me, Spike!” She spread her arms wide. “I need it just like Twilight needs her books or Fluttershy needs her animal friends. I could not take a lover that does not enjoy submitting to my dominance. I can’t be with a man who just endures this. So I ask you: Please, try it. Explore this part of yourself and let me be your queen! And if it ignites the spark in you, I will also be your love!”
Spike swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Alright, Rarity, I’ll try it out. I’m not sure what to do but I would do anything for you.”
Relief spread across Rarity’s features and she smiled. “Now that is my Spikey-Wikey. I am so glad that I had the courage to bring you here.” She put a hand on Spike’s shoulder and slowly led him towards the bed. As they arrived, she motioned him to sit and took place in the throne herself.
Spike did his best not to stare as she crossed her shapely legs and made her chest jiggle in its tight confinement. “First of all, Spike, we have to decide on a safe-word.”
“A safe-word?”
“You do know the basics of BDSM?”
“Erm… I, like, it’s about whips and chains and… I know the basics of CQC...“ Spike began to fumble. He already felt like he was losing points rapidly.
“Spike, I already told you: Don’t be ashamed. This is far from mainstream and I'm glad to share this with you. I will walk you through everything you need to know,” Rarity said with a gentle smile that warmed his heart. “A safe word is a word or phrase that a couple in this kind of relationship uses to make the whole thing stop. It’s a proof of trust and devotion. While we are in this room, I will set up rules, I will humiliate and demean you, I will make you do things and demand full submission when I punish failings. But if anything ever feels wrong, feels like something goes too far or that they can’t go on, all they have to do is say the word. Then the chains loosen, the cuffs come off, and we are Spike and Rarity, equals.”
“Would you ever need to use that?” Spike asked.
“Sometimes things spoil the mood. There is no getting around that matter,” Rarity stressed “It’s a proof of our mutual trust. Furthermore, we have to be clear on one more thing: Whatever happens in this room stays in this room and this room alone. When we are outside of this room, we are equals in every way and nothing will haunt us beyond this door.”
“So… I won’t have to worry if I mess up?”
“Spike, there is no way you could mess up. We will explore a part of our souls that remains hidden from even our best of friends,” Rarity said with a sparkle in her eyes. “We will walk through a garden of darkest pleasures together and we will always watch out for each other. And please, even if you say the safe word, even if you opt out on our first try, I will not think less of you. What we will do together can be unnerving or even frightening at first. We will hug, kiss and try again later.”
“But… you said that you might punish me…”
“Oh Spike. It is part of the experience! Domination is about the feeling of power. As I said, I will set rules and order you around. Some tasks will be made to be too tough,” Rarity explained.
“So… are you going to hit me?” Spike asked carefully. His human shape had a high pain threshold, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be hurt.
“Probably not. I don’t enjoy causing pain, Spike,” Rarity answered carefully. “It might surprise you, but I don’t even have a whip. I prefer to do different sorts of punishment. Chores, taking away freedom, proofs of passion… you might come to love my punishments as much as my rewards…”
Spike stared at her and blinked a few times. “That doesn’t seem to make sense.”
“Not yet, Spike.” Rarity shifted her weight. “So, what do you say, are you willing to try? Do you want to serve your queen as her loyal knight and servant?”
A shiver went down the young dragon’s spine. Rarity loved him. This was at the center of her most secret desires and she gave him a chance to be part of them. Sure, it was weird, kinda scary and he was not sure if it was truly his kink -though the thought of serving Rarity always sent a tingle down his spine- but he would at least try it. “Alright, Rarity, I'll give it a shot.”
Rarity gave him a big smile. “I knew it was no mistake to bring you here. Just two more things!”
“Yes?”
“Spike… your human form… is it stable?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I tie you up or, let’s say you experience immense pleasure, do you turn back into your dragon self?”
“Oh, no, don’t worry. I have to consciously focus to change back. I do have to revert for some periods but it’s actually easier to stick to human for a long time and get some dragon time in when I sleep,” He explained.
“Good to hear… though I would not mind dominating your dragon self at a later date,” Rarity admitted “Bending those powerful claws and luscious scales to my whim… the thought alone is intoxicating.”
Spike felt another huge blush on his face. He had slowly gotten used to seeing Rarity in this get up, but hearing her fantasizing about him was so hot! “Erm… what is the other thing?”
“Oh! Right! We need a safe word, darling.”
“Yeah… erm… got any ideas?”
“I would suggest unicorn”
Spike raised his eyebrows. unicorn?”
“Yes! It’s short, easy to remember. And neither of us ever use it in casual conversation. Nor can I imagine us using it in here.”
“Yeah, sounds good to me…”
“Oh, and if you are ever incapable of speaking out loud. Just do this motion with both your hands,” Rarity added, extending both her pinkie fingers upwards.
Spike followed her and after a second he smiled. “I get it! Two unicorns.”
Rarity nodded and gave him a smile.
“So… what now?”
“Over there is a closet with some… attire for you,” Rarity explained and pointed towards a small door behind the shelves. “I want you to go in there, dress yourself and return. But when you return, you will no longer be my dearest Spikey-Wikey and I will no longer be your dear Rarity. You will be my hopeful squire, eager to please, but oh so young. And I will be your high and mighty queen and every word I speak is law.”
“Unless I say unicorn!” Spike added and Rarity nodded with a smile. “I think I get it. Okay, I’ll get going then!” He quickly got up and hurried to the small closet next to the one shelve with the dildos in it.
After a few moments his head poked out. “You know, mom would be in deep trouble if she dressed Equestrian squires like this!”
“It would give enemy armies a thing or two to think about…”Rarity mused as Spike’s head disappeared again.
When the door finally opened, Spike emerged dressed in nothing but a small, purple leather codpiece that was strapped to him with little more than two straps, one of which rode up his rear fiercely and stressed the form of his firm buttocks. The straps were held together by green, iron rings on his sides. Another pair of tight straps connected them to two central rings on his chest and back that were held in place by what came down to a leather harness around his shoulders and chest. The straps felt very strong and durable and had several hoops in them that were clearly made to bind and suspend. Worse of all, the codpiece had a velvet inlay and every move of his upper body made the smooth softness run over his sensitive shaft. Additionally, he had broad leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, all sporting the same purple-green colour scheme, hoops, and velvet inlay.
Spike realized that everything he wore was hand-made and fit him to a T. Celestia knew how long Rarity had prepared to introduce him to her world.
A wolfish smirk spread over Rarity’s features as the youth approached, his lean muscles and growing shoulders accentuated and highlighted by the straps and buckles. Oh, he was just as she loved them: Lean and tight. Not beefy or scrawny or flabby, but perfect. Hopefully he would keep this figure for a while. Or did he choose it when he transformed? Oh, Rarity would love if he kept looking like this forever! “Very good, my squire…” she spoke with a saccharine voice as she grabbed her scepter. “Are you ready and willing to serve your queen?”
“Erm… yes?”
A loud clashing noise rang through the room as Rarity smashed the hilt of her scepter against the throne’s armrest. ”This is not how a squire addresses a queen!” She growled viciously. “You will address me as ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Milady’.”
Spike felt his whole body tensing up. He was already screwing up! “Forgive me, Milady!” He quickly begged “I did not know!”
“I shall forgive you this once, young squire… but do not strain my patience. Now come, hither!”
Spike followed the order slowly, worrying that he would mess up another rule he didn’t know yet. As he walked, Rarity began to explain. “When before or beside the throne, you are expected to kneel unless ordered otherwise. You are not to turn your back on me unless ordered otherwise. You shall only speak when asked unless it is praise to your queen. Should you transgress in any way, shape or form, your queen will punish you and you shall thank your queen for the privilege of being punished. Do you understand, squire?”
As he arrived before the throne, Spike instantly fell to his knees. “Yes, milady. I understand.”
“Very good, young squire,” She said with a smirk. “Remain within your queen’s good graces and she may reward your determination.”
Slowly, she shifted her weight on the throne and uncrossed her legs. She extended her left one and moved her foot over the kneeling Spike’s head to rest her ankle on his shoulder. Spike felt his shaft throb. He had a clear view of Rarity’s panties. The white fabric clung tightly to her maidenhood and not to imagine what might lie behind it.
“Your first lesson will be about how to kiss your queen!” Rarity explained with a small smirk, ignoring the flustered youth. “Unless asked, you are not to simply slobber your lips on the royal skin. A knight and gentleman is supposed to breathe a soft kiss upon the skin of his beloved by barely touching her.” She moved her leg a little, pushing the cut of her boot closer to Spike’s face. “Now show me if you understand.”
The strong smell of leather, sweat, and Rarity’s perfume assaulted Spike’s nostrils. It seemed to burn into something right behind his forehead, something untamed and wild. He wanted to assault and explore it, run his long, flexible tongue over the smooth, creamy calf and kiss and lick until his mind melted. But he restrained himself. He was Rarity’s squire and her orders were clear. So he simply leaned in as close as he could without making contact and breezed a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing on her skin.
“Very good, my squire, very good indeed!” Rarity cooed softly. “Now, come closer… I demand a kiss on every inch along the way…”
Spike didn’t answer but followed. Every kiss was both delight and torment. The warmth radiating off Rarity, the knowledge that the skin of his beloved was so close to his lips. He wanted to touch her so badly. Feel her! Instead of just paying lip service to her. But his queen had demanded and her squire would answer.
Rarity meanwhile was in heaven. Her Spike, her cute and adorable Spikey-Wikey was at her throne, kneeling before her as he fulfilled her every whim. That knowledge alone made the humble little kisses on her calf and thighs burn hotter with every moment. She swore she could see the lust burning behind the slits of his emerald eyes. How he forced himself just to serve her. Oh, it was delicious. A part of her wanted to drop it all, to just throw him onto the bed, rip the last border between them off and ravish him again and again until he was too spent to ever leave her kingdom, but she would control herself as well and enjoy every single moment of this night. A lady did not shove a whole Epoisses down her throat but revel in every single bite. And this was simply delicious!
Slowly, Spike closed in, every kiss making his body burn with desire. Reaching Rarity's inner thigh, he could see her treasure out of the corner of his eye. Did he only imagine that there was an additional smell in his nose that seemed to burn his reason away?
“Very good, young squire!” Rarity cooed finally and put a gloved hand on Spike’s head, making him stop. “You have proven your ability and your queen shall reward you…” She used her scepter to point at the ground beside her leg. “You may kneel beside me and rest your head upon your queen’s lap!”
“Thank you, Milady.” Spike managed to gasp as he pulled back. For a moment, he was about to get up, but luckily, he remembered never to stand before the throne. So he slowly made his way to Rarity’s side, his knees firmly on the floor.
“And yet again you pass a test, my squire…” Rarity praised with a big smile. “Your queen is exceptionally pleased with you!”
The youth felt a pang of pride in his chest. This was beginning to be amazing. He had expected to be hit or spanked or something but this was a lot of fun. Happily, he lowered his head until his chin rested upon her thigh, just in the small area between the boot and the corset. He allowed himself a content hum, basking in her closeness.
Rarity smiled, allowing Spike a bit of calmness before she began to run a gloved hand through his bushy, green hair. “Now, my squire, I want you to put one hand behind your back.”
Spike obeyed.
“Very well, my squire. For your reward, you queen will give you a very special chance. You may pay me three compliments… convince me of your devotion and love!” Rarity demanded.
Spike blinked a few times and focused, desperate to get the lustful haze out of his mind. This was a chance to impress Rarity and he was so curious what she might reward him with. He took a deep, calming breath, the scent of his love burning in his nostrils.
“Milady, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon! You are gifted with the most amazing features, the deepest, bluest eyes, and the body of a goddess!”
Rarity was glad that Spike couldn’t see her face right now for her grin was far from ladylike. Oh her little charmer. Maybe he had actually glanced into one or two of the romance novels he pretended to despise. “As reward for your first compliment, my squire, you may use your free hand to explore your queen’s body.”
Spike’s eyes lit up with joy. This was so amazing! He was not just allowed to be close to his queen, he was also being rewarded for saying nice things. Good thing, he had actually read that one romance novel during re-shelving day. Eagerly, his hand rushed forward and aimed for Rarity’s leg. He ran it over the smooth leather of her boot, feeling how her body had warmed it and how tightly it hugged her shapely leg. It was incredible how sensual and intimate it felt to touch a simple boot. But for a squire such as him, this was an accomplishment to be treasured. He had earned the feeling of her calf twitching under his fingers, the wonderful buxomness of her thigh and softness of her skin. The awkwardness of his position kept him from simply groping her all over and he was eternally grateful for her foresight. Like this, he could familiarize himself with her body inch by inch and never worry that he was handling her wrong in any way. He could simply indulge himself, knowing that his queen had him exactly where she wanted him to be all of the time. All he had to do was follow her every order.
Rarity meanwhile kept running her hand through his hair. Though she could not show it, her little squire’s touch left hot streaks of joy on her body. She let him enjoy her form for little while, as she herself basked in his touch. Finally, she decided to test him yet again. While one of her hands remained on his head, the other wandered to the ring on his back and yanked it from side to side.
It moved the codpiece and it’s smooth, velvet inlay rubbed over Spike’s hardened tip. A bolt of pleasure shot through him, his eyes slammed shut and his knees smashed against each other as he barely managed to suppress a moan.
A very small feeling of disappointment showed itself in Rarity’s heart. Having him moan uncontrollably and go against her order to only make a sound when asked would have been too delicious. But there would be more chances…
“Pay me your next compliment!” Rarity demanded “And do not repeat yourself! Your queen expects her squire to love more than just her appearance.”
“Erm… Milady is the most creative and talented fashion designer in all of Equestria! Your dresses are worthy of Princess Celestia and the only one who might look more fetching in them is you, your highness,” Spike said quickly.
“Very nice, my squire… it seems you are as deft with your tongue as you are with your fingers…” Rarity added. To her delight, she saw Spike’s eyes light up happily. “Your reward is to stand by my side and remove your queen’s glove!”
The youth rose, wondering how getting a glove off was supposed to be a reward. But he trusted Rarity and so far, she had shown him that there was always more to things that he expected.
As he extended his hands, she shook her head. “No, my squire! You are to remove them with your teeth! I have only trained your mouth so far! Your queen does not trust your hands upon her royal fingers! Keep them behind your back!”
“Yes, your highness, your wish is my desire!” Spike answered with an eager nod. He put his hands behind his back and leaned forward, his eyes fixated on the beautiful, white gloves. They seemed incredibly tight and as he approached he contemplated how exactly he would get them off.
“And I expect you to place them upon my stand without laying a hand upon them! You can expect severe punishment if you drop them!”
“Of course, your highness!” Spike muttered and got to work on Rarity’s right arm. The glove fit, well, like a glove. He could get his teeth into the hem, but his canines were sharp and he didn’t want to scratch his queen. Finally, he decided to use his tongue. Carefully, the serpentine muscle slid between tight leather and soft skin and a whole slew of sensation assaulted Spike. The soft, smooth texture and slightly salty taste of Rarity’s skin contrasted with the velvet inlay of the glove burned on every square inch of his tongue. Slowly, he slipped the glove down her arm, a trail of saliva and heat following on Rarity’s skin. For a second, she thought about calling him out on using his draconic traits to cheat, but the way he pressed his eyes shut, obviously desperate to cope with the sensation was just too delicious.
Finally, the glove’s hem passed her wrist and Spike stood before a new dilemma. It just fit to well. He would have to loosen the fingers first. Again, he couldn’t just bite into the leather and hope to pull it off. A shudder went over him. He would have to put her whole finger into his mouth. Spike opened his lips and put them around her index finger. Suckling a little, he pulled back, feeling the leather against his lips. A shiver when down his back. He didn’t make too much progress, but for some reason, this felt nice. Spike had always enjoyed sucking lollipops or longer quartz crystals. In his dragon form, he still sucked his tail or claw in his sleep. Now, Rarity’s finger in his mouth… so warm and smooth and nice…
Suddenly the finger bent and pushed his tongue down.
“It seems my squire has a very naughty oral fixation!” Rarity laughed haughtily. Suddenly she began to move her hand, thrusting her finger in and out of Spike’s mouth. “Do you enjoy this, my squire? Do you enjoy your queen ravishing your mouth?”
Spike shivered and nodded. Her finger left tingles on the edge of his lips. He moaned into his full mouth, enjoying every bit of her.
With one swift motion, she pulled the finger out, a plopping sound filling the room. “You were not supposed to indulge your fellatious ways, squire! You have failed your queen and you shall be punished now!” Rarity said with a wicked grin and wide eyes. Oh, she had a nice punishment for him in mind. “Stand and turn away from the throne! And stand straight!”
He followed without a word, scared to make it worse for himself. Now he had done it! God… if rewards were tough work, what would real punishments look like? Spike fought the urge to turn as Rarity began moving around the room behind him, the fear of worsening whatever punishment she had planned keeping him staring ahead. After what seemed like an eternity, she returned to him..
“I hereby declare you to be the royal coat hanger!” She said loudly and grabbed the ring on his back to pull him beside the throne. “Put your hands behind your back!”
He obeyed and the manacles on his wrists met a pair of matching chains. Rarity fit them to the ring on his back, forcing him to keep his hand on his back awkwardly. She also fit his legs together, making it impossible to walk.
“As my royal coat hanger, you will hold my regal cape!” Rarity explained haughtily “If you fail to do so, I shall punish you further! Now stand perfectly still.” She then removed her cape and began to examine it, searching for a specific spot. Finally happy she shoved it into Spike’s mouth. Spike had no choice but to bite down, keeping the cape in place. The cape had taken on Rarity’s scent and taste and both began to soak into his senses. “And look what I found! My other scepter! Good that my new coat hanger has a useful umbrella stand…” With those words, she pulled his codpiece forward and plunged a small, oblong object into it. It was slightly cold, smooth and barely fit in with Spike’s already crazily throbbing member. Then she sat down next to him.
Spike stared ahead, his mind racing. “Why did Rarity look for a certain spot on her cape?” What was so special about - His eyes widened. Was he- was this the taste of Rarity’s most-
The hot feeling of Rarity’s bare hand tore him from his musing. His queen had just placed a hand on his butt and instantly began to roam and grope.
Rarity grinned wolfish as Spike trembled under her touch. Punishments were always so much fun and gave her a chance to cut loose. Now she could enjoy his tightly muscled ass all while he was bound, gagged and incapable of expressing his growing desire. Oh, she loved it so much. Turning raw desire against its owner. Taking that passion that burned inside of them and forcing them to be helpless and without power under her rule. Maybe at a later date she would chain him to a wall and stroke him until he was close and deny him again and again while drinking a glass of fine wine. Or better, make use of his inhuman tongue, bind his arms and legs together and demand he felate himself. Idea followed, idea and all from simply enjoying his exquisite rear.
Spike meanwhile was slowly getting used to the feeling of being handled like this. Sure, it was scary, but it was also incredibly exciting. He had always expected bondage to be boring since you were tied up and couldn’t do anything. But these rules, keeping him on his toes and being rewarded and punished was really fun. Every reward felt like an accomplishment and Spike loved being praised. Though if being touched like this WAS a punishment, he wouldn’t mind so-
HUMMMMMMM
Spike’s knees smashed together and his eyes slammed shut. Whatever Rarity had put in his codpiece had just begun to vibrate fiercely. He groaned loudly into the cape as waves of merciless pleasure assaulted his whole body. Almost did he drop the cape but he managed to hold it tightly. His whole body shook under the assault. It was even harder to stand with his legs shackled together and Rarity groping him relentlessly. He was helpless. Completely at her mercy and exposed. And it was so GOOD! It felt so right to be under her sway. To serve her every whim and reap rewards and reprimands for it. And even now, when he was shackled and only capable of serving as her prop and toy, he felt needed, held together and secure under her ire. No qualms about his nature, no worries about his self, he was her squire, he suffered for her and he loved it so much. Spike let out a long, muffled groan as a profound shot of ecstasy wrecked his posture and hardly allowed him to stand. He was approaching his limit now. Soon he would-
The vibrating stopped and Spike grunted. His breath came shallow and flat, the cloth in his mouth was soaked and his member was throbbing violently. His youthful body was covered in hot sweat as he tried to remain standing.
Rarity meanwhile got up from her throne and walked in front of him. She held her scepter firmly in hand and Spike’s lust-addled mind noted a small button on it’s base. It’s a remote! Rarity grabbed the cloak and tugged on it, making Spike release it.
“Not even capable of holding a cloak without slobbering on it!” Rarity lamented haughtily “What good are you at all, squire? I have half a mind to shackle you to the walls of my handmaiden’s quarters, so they may use you at their leisure. What do you say, squire?”
“I- I only serve you, my most beautiful queen!” Spike gasped. His mind was too deep in the throes of lust to tell Rarity that she was really hamming it up right now.
“Strong words, little knight… very well, your queen will allow you another chance to prove your devotion. Follow me!” Rarity cackled and grabbed the ring on Spike’s chest.
She turned to walk, forcing Spike to hobble after her. Unceremoniously, she unshackled his arms and shoved him roughly onto the bed. Spike rested for a moment on the soft sheets and took a breath. Outside this room, his Rarity was always generous and kind, always willing to take a deep breath and help, even when her friends obviously annoyed her. In here, she was all the spoiled queen of drama that sometimes surfaced. Was this how she kept it in check? By living out her darkest desires and needs in this palace of sin? It felt so strange and so alluring. He had never considered what people meant when they said “whips and chains”. What was the fun in hurting each other? And here he was, loving every little praise and humiliation. This was about devotion and trust.
As he mused, Rarity discarded the cape and fetched another item from the shelf. Her heart was pounding against her chest. This was even better than she had imagined. Spike was simply a delightful squire. She had spent night after night trying to decide if and when to approach him. She even prepared an entire freezer full of ice cream for herself, in case he denied her and she needed the comfort of her beloved vanilla-strawberry mix. “As a squire, you are not yet worthy to fight with a man’s weapon!” She said as she returned to the bed.
Spike bit his lip. Where was this going?
“Therefore you will be given a sword for training!” Rarity explained further and raised a small, black strap on. “Perform well with this weapon and your queen might even reward you, squire. But disappoint and she shall show you how it is wielded.”
“Yes, my most luxurious queen. I will not disappoint you. I swear it by my honour!” Spike answered quickly. He raised his hips, offering her a chance to put the strap-on onto him.
The spoiled queen smirked. Though she managed to hide it from Spike, she was soaked and needed him NOW. But getting him off was not enough! No, he would have to wait just a bit longer. Just long enough for her to regain composure and decide how and when he would cum. He was her squire and she would decide his joy! She quickly fit the belt of the strap-on around his belly and fastened two more hoops around his legs, though not without running her bare hand over his tight abs. Finally, she got onto the bed on her knees and approached him. Spike swallowed, even on her knees, Rarity radiated an aura of dominance. She was a lady through and through.
His new, rubber phallus was slightly smaller than he was and placed firmly above his real one. Rarity had strapped in on tightly and was now kneeling above it, letting it rub against the panties. Spike bit his lip. Oh how he wished it was his real one.
“Stop guffawing, squire!” Rarity demanded.“I freed your hands for a reason. You may use them. Only a brute draws nothing but his sword!”
“Forgive me, mi-“
“I am not here to listen to your excuses!”
“But may I even touch milady?” Spike shot out quickly. “Milady has not allowed me to touch her with my lips or hands!”
Crap, she had gotten ahead of herself and Spike was keeping in character. She loved him for his devotion but right now, she just wanted him! “Your queen is proud of your devotion to her rules. You have completed this test and she allows you to lay your eyes and hands upon her.” Rarity decreed and decided to go for the kill. She reached behind her back and quickly unzipped her corset. As it fell off, she could see Spike’s slitted eyes widen and twinkle with amazement. Her trim, firm belly with its adorable button was visible for him to enjoy while her bountiful breasts were free of their captors and spilled free in a wonderful wave of flesh.
“My queen is the most beautiful creature on this planet…”
“And she. is. waiting!”
Spike just nodded. He decided to take it slowly for fear of angering Rarity further and began to run his hand over her side. He felt her hot, soft flesh, the natural curve of her waist and the places where the corset had left markings in her skin. He slowly explored further, over her belly with its trim muscles and that wonderful, thin layer of fat that made it look so delicious. Finally, he dared to touch her magnificent breasts. They were just slightly too big to fit one in each palm comfortably and so incredibly soft. Her small nipples were standing hard and happy and just the feeling made Spike shiver with joy. He didn’t know why he, a dragon, was even into them, but being allowed to see and feel Rarity’s breasts was amazing. He leaned up and gently placed a kiss on her left breast. Then another one. Oh, this was just too wonderful. Slowly, he let his tongue circle the areola, lapping up her sweet taste. He nibbled on the hard flesh of the nipple, his eyes closed in complete bliss. Mammals had it so good!
Rarity suppressed a giggle. This was just too adorable. And feeling Spike caress her chest did feel very good too. She held him close with one hand while running the other through his hair. He hardly seemed to notice, so enthralled was her little knight with her chest. Again, her mind flooded with ideas of future rewards and punishments, of how to incorporate his greedy lips and what he would shove between them for his pleasure and dismay. Oh, little squire, how you would love what she had in mind for you!
“Good, my squire…” Rarity cooed as Spike began to gently suckle her breast. “But now attend to your queen’s treasure.”
“As you wish…” Spike mumbled, the haze of lust returning to his voice. He felt like he was slowly drowning in that feeling and it was wonderful. Rarity pulled her thong aside, revealing a patch of purple, curly hair and the most beautiful pussy Spike had ever seen. It was dripping in arousal. Eagerly, he lined his rubber phallus up. He didn’t care that it was not his, he just wanted to do something to make her feel good. He wanted to repay her for all the joy she was giving him. Rarity allowed him to slowly lower her onto it, gasping as it parted her burning lips and entered her. Spike bit his lip. This was so strange! He could not feel her, but he kinda could. He felt how her pussy resisted as it was being entered, how slippery it must be, how its heat radiated against him. His imagination did all the rest.
Rarity grinned at him and began to bounce, riding him wildly. This was so wonderful! She could show him exactly what she would expect in the future, how she wanted him to enter her, how fast and deep, all while giving her the power of denying him. And now, seeing Spike envious of a little piece of rubber on his lower belly, probably deeply annoyed that it was not his real dick inside of her. It pleased the twisted queen so much. Spike had been right. Sadism was not about hitting people. It was about power. Whips were the tools of the blunt and the uncreative. A sadist like herself only needed the string of power and one crack of it could sting harder than any belt of leather. Rarity was getting drunk on her power over him as well as the feeling of her treasure being ravished.
In a fit of passion, she shoved his head away and looked deeply into his eyes, her hands holding him steady, just far enough away to deny him access, to force him to just watch her enjoy herself. She locked eyes with him and his confusion and worry tasted sweet. The silent question if he had displeased her, the fear of punishment, the complete lack of rapture while she was impaling herself again and again. It was the oxygen to the fire inside of her. The stuff that made her flame burn a hot white! Rarity moaned loudly and sped up her bouncing. Her whole body began to tremble as another wave of rapture shot through her. She threw her head back for a moment as an especially hot pulse went through her, but she did all she could to keep looking into those wonderful emerald eyes that had to watch her, that did not understand that their confusion brought her so much joy. Her moans became more coarse as her orgasm approached, the voice she only let out when pure wanton greed fueled her appearing, the voice of the spoiled queen. Spike shivered at this spectacle and the hint of fear in his eyes sent her over the edge. Rarity came hard, the fire from her loins spilling over and her entire body on fire. She kept riding her climax until she was spent, gasping heavily and quickly. Spike felt hot fluids drip onto his belly. And yet, for as strange as it was, seeing Rarity like this was the most beautiful view in the world.
Rarity finally caught herself and stared at him with a grin. Her hair had gotten messy and she was covered in hot sweat. The fire was slowly dimming and it was time to reward her squire. She had ideas.
“Your queen… ah… is pleased with you, squire!” She grunted, all pretense of being a lady gone. Her eyes were wide and and her smile seemed more dangerous that Spike’s fangs ever could. She shoved him backwards, Spike not resisting her might. Rarity got up, the phallus slipping out of her with a plop and sat down next to Spike. With a few quick movements, she removed the object from his belly.
“It is time for your reward!” She announced and pulled his codpiece aside, revealing his heavily throbbing dick. Suddenly she pulled him closer and rested his back on her standing knee. “But you have to clean your weapon, squire! One cannot let a sword like this rust!” Without further ado, she shoved the rubber dildo into his mouth. His eyes went wide as the taste of her most private juices assaulted his tongue. She tasted so rich and musky. So enticing and exotic. Spike began licking and sucking the phallus eagerly, his mind full of joy over finally tasting Rarity on his lips. “Clean it while I reward you! Don’t you dare drop it!”
Her hand went to his dick and began stroking hard. She did not waste time on being gentle. She just jerked him off hard, feeling him buckle while moaning into the phallus. His eyes were shut firmly and his hands were groping the sheets desperately, all that pent titillation and enticement suddenly coming to a full. He shook and trembled in pleasure and Rarity loved seeing him as helpless as he was. It didn’t take long for Spike to reach his limit and release his pent up seed. Without stopping to stroke him, Rarity aimed and let the ropes of white, hot seed drip onto Spike’s chest and face. Even she was surprised how far the thick spunk went. It took him five shots before she felt his shaft soften and his body relaxing. His legs twitched a few more times and then he was spent, resting against her leg in desperate bliss.
Rarity pulled the dildo out of his mouth and pulled him close, holding the trembling youth against her chest.
“Unicorn…” she whispered into his ear.
Spike nodded and embraced her back.
“You were amazing, Spike.” she muttered before kissing his cheek.
“That… was amazing.” Spike answered, still trying to catch his breath.
Rarity’s eyes lit up. “You liked it?” she asked happily.
“Yeah! It was weird… but really good weird.”
“I am so glad!” Rarity laughed and began to kiss his cheek again and again.
“Really cheesy at some points but good.” Spike snickered and returned her hug, enjoying the feeling of her body so close to his.
“Oh darling, allow this girl her drama,” she giggled back.
“Erm… Rarity… will it always be like this?” He asked after a few moments of Rarity peppering his face with kisses.
“What do you mean?”
“Like… will we always have sex like this?”
“No, Spike,” Rarity replied gently, her hand rubbing over his cheek. “I need this here, but in measured doses. And never when you are not in the mood. We will make love normally. Without shackles, ropes, a queen or a squire. But there are times when I will need you to sate my darkest desire.”
Spike nodded and slowly leaned closer to kiss her on the lips. For the first time. “Our darkest desire…” he added.
Rarity suddenly sniffed and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” She mumbled before throwing her arms around him and holding him close.
Spike’s eyes went wide and suddenly he understood. This was no longer the spoiled queen. She had been sated and retreated into the depths of Rarity’s soul. This was his Rarity. The generous seamstress that lived to make the world a more fabulous place. And he loved them both.
“Let’s undress and go upstairs…” She muttered after a short while of holding each other. “If it's fine with you, I would like you to stay over tonight.”
“Can’t we sleep down here?” Spike asked, slightly confused by her hurry.
“No. I never sleep down here. It’s only for sessions,” Rarity answered very quickly.
Spike nodded. He could understand that. It was an amazing room for bondage but it was not what you wanted to wake up in.
So they undressed, grabbed their clothes, climbed the stairs and laid down in each other’s arms, glad that each of them found a soul that fit their own so perfectly.