"That is all for today. And since I'm in such a good mood today, no homework!" The sounds of gleeful approval from her students filled her room. As each student left her classroom individually, Rarity hummed to herself as she ran her hands through her grade book.
"Hey, Rarity." she turned her head to meet the eyes of her tall pink-haired friend.
"Hello, Darling, lovely to see you. And wearing the matching blouse I made for you," she said, hugging her. "We match so well! What brings you to this side of the school?" she asked playfully, shaking her bust back and forth.
"Hey, the other girls are heading to Sugar-Cube Corner for lunch. I was wondering if you'd like to come along, oh uh, if you don't have other plans, of course," she asked. Rarity let out a small laugh at her friend's timidness, making her blush.
"As nice as it sounds, I have to decline. I have an appointment with the Spa later. I want to look my best for tonight!" her voice rose as she jumped up and down like a young mare in her chair.
"Tonight? She asked, bewildered.
"Well, as you know, the GGG (Grand Galloping Gala) is less than a week away. Only those with an invitation are allowed to go, alongside their plus one. So, tonight, I was going to ask if he wanted to be my plus one." she finished.
"Oh my. That sounds wonderful. I'm so happy for you two. How long have you two been together again?" she kindly asked.
"It's been more than seven months now. I'm so excited to surprise him," she exclaimed. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she listened. As they walked out, they waved goodbye to a few of their students near the front gate. She looked down at her hand, admiring the small silver ring with an engraved "R x T." "You got those rings together, right?" she asked. Rarity's smile grew bigger as she fidgeted with her ring.
"I still remember it all so clearly. You know, I've never had the best taste in men. I always aim for high society. But Thunderlane was the first to approach me instead of the other way around. I've gotten to know so much about him, and I feel like this is the perfect way for him to see a new side of me. One that he doesn't get to like on our usual dates. And I think that today couldn't be more perfect. It'll be just the two of us." she finished as they reached the road fork.
"That sounds so sweet. Promise me you'll tell me about it tomorrow. Our usual spot." She said, giving her a hug.
"I promise, and thank you as well. Now, I best be on my way. I need to be there in 30 minutes, or else I'll be late," she said as she waved goodbye.
(bells ring)
"Hello, Aloe." Rarity said. She walked up to the reception desk. Aloe greeted her as she punched in Rarity for her appointment.
"Hello, Rarity~. I'm so happy you could make it. We have a special surprise for you." she said.
"Oh, and what have I done to deserve such a thing?" she playfully asked, knowing very well what she did. Rarity has been advertising the Spa alongside her friends for the past few weeks. Spike spent hours working on fliers and business cards while the rest handed them out. Now, wanting to show their appreciation, Aloe created an extraordinary idea for her exclusively. With a loud whistle from her fingers, Lotus showed up wearing her usual white attire, holding a large bottle in her hands and a sealed envelope. Rarity gasped at the sight of it.
"Is that what I think it is?!?" she screamed as Lotus playfully shook the bottle. Inside this bottle is a special lotion that will temporarily crystalize your body into that of a crystal pony. she said.
"Dear Celestia! How did you ever acquire this?"
"I gave it to them." said a voice. Rarity turned around to see Spike, one of her closest friends and best go-to man, er, dragon, for anything she needed help with. Over the years, Spike's body rapidly aged after his molting. He was almost as tall as Big Mac, around 6'1. And at only age 19, he was sure to grow taller. He grew more muscular as well but still maintained a slim figure. His wings grew over half his height. Rarity remembered the days when she had to crouch slightly to look him in the eyes, but now she's the one who has to look up to see him.
"Spike. H-how In Equestria, did you get this?" She stammered, crossing her hand over her chest. Spike walked over to Lotus as she passed him the bottle. He turned back to face Rarity.
"Twilight and I visited the Crystal Empire not too long ago. While she was off dealing with the "Official Princess business," I decided to stretch my legs and walk around. That's when a mob of fans ambushed me. I stumbled across this beauty shop to hide in, and when I saw the lotion, I thought of you...That came out weird; I mean, that was wrong of me to s-say, uhh-" Rarity laughed aloud, unable to hold it in. "Anyways, I figured I'd write Aloe about it and pick some up for business."
"Spikey, you're adorable. What's in the envelope? The receipt." she joked.
"I'd rather you look yourself." He said. Entertaining him, she slowly opened up the envelope, pulling out a letter. It reads...
"To Rarity Belle,
I humbly write this letter to you to cordially invite you to this year's Grand Galloping Galla. However, this letter is also to inform you that this year's Gala won't be in Canterlot but Instead will be held at the Crystal Empire as a showing of Peace throughout Equestria. They're will be a fundraiser in the form of an auction as well, and I would love it if you made a small set of dresses and suits to be auctioned off. I eagerly await your arrival.
Sincerely, Princess Celestia."
As soon as she finished reading the letter, she jumped over to Spike, hugging him as tightly as she could while squealing in delight. She planted a long kiss on his cheek before calming down.
"Now that that's settled, let's begin your appointment. Would you like to try the wraps first or start on your nails?" Lotus asked as the pair walked to a different room, leaving only Spike and Aloe at the counter. Dropping his facade, Spike rubbed his cheek softly as small strands of smoke vented out from his nose.
"You "stumbled" across a beauty shop. I find that hard to believe, Dragon-boy~"Aloe said. Her Polish accent disappeared into a more country-like, earthy tone. "The fans thing, I can believe. But, you "stumbling" into a beauty shop. Na-uh. You can't fool me." she finished. Spike glared as she gave him a snarky, playful grin.
"Ponyville has changed you and Lotus. And it's true, for your information......the one I went to first was out, so I had to look around," he admitted. Aloe snorted at his admission to the story. "What else was I supposed to do? Leave without picking up anything for her. I got everyone else something, it's not my fault I wanted to get her something more..."special." Aloe stopped her laughter after hearing him.
"Spike. She's with Thunderlane. You know that," she said. His eyes narrowed as he stared a hole into the ground below him, clenching his fist.
"I know. It's just...a part of me is still with Rarity." he leaned on the counter, crossing his arms. "It's hard for a dragon to move on," he said.
"So, what? You just going to pray to Celestia that they don't work out and you get a shot?" she said, spinning in her chair.
"What? Never! I only want Rarity to be happy. That's what matters to me. And if Thunderlane can do that, then I can live with that also," he said, sounding a little defeated. Aloe stopped spinning, noticing how annoyed his face looked. And, although she knew where he was coming from, a rather weird question formed in her head.
"What if he couldn't?" She asked, leaning closely on her desk. Spike stood up straight, facing Aloe.
"What do you mean? Shouldn't that be obvious," he remarked.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. Spike let off an evil aura. A small, nasty smile slowly danced on his face. His draconic eyes slit as if he was a wild animal stalking down his prey. She rolled back a tiny bit. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the air around her became bearable again. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he leaned into her closely.
"As I said, if Thunderlane makes her happy, then I'm happy to," he repeated. Aloe didn't expect such a surprising showing from him. She wrote it off as him acting tough in front of her. She cleared her head from negative thoughts about the drake and decided to give him a little scare of her own.
"Well, you wanna know something?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Lotus and me's offer still stands if you are...interested,"[i/] she whispered in his ear. All the scales on his body tensed up as he remembered their rather bold offer of starting a herd with the two of them. It wasn't just the Crystal Empire ponies who grew fond of the dragon. He jumped back from the counter, covering his blushing face with his hands.
"Look. I'm flattered, but-
"I respectfully decline. I know, I know. I just thought it would be a good reminder."[i/] She winked, her accent reappearing as she grinned from her handy work. Spike quickly thanked her for helping him and left as she returned to his castle. About two hours passed, and Rarity was on her way back home.
"Dear Celestia, I can't believe I'm doing this," she expressed, biting at her nails. "I don't think I've ever been this nervous. I've faced deadlines, diamond dogs, A mad Titanic dictator, and PINKIE PIE, but having......What if he doesn't show up? What if I perform badly? No, No, No, Rarity. Banish away the thought. You are Rarity-Belle!" Slapping her face, she cleared her thoughts and arrived at Carousel Boutique.
"Ok, You've already called Thunderlane, and when he arrives, I'll-" Rarity stopped as she dropped her keys. As she bent down to grab them, she noticed the doormat was out of place. Despite not knowing why, she had a nagging buzzing feeling that she should check if the spare key she kept under it was still there. She turned the mat over, seeing the key was missing.
"Maybe he got here before me and must have lost his key again," she thought. Her buzzing feeling faded briefly before quickly returning after opening the door. All the lights were on, revealing scattered clothing sets on the ground. It trailed from her living room, leading upstairs to her bedroom. One of the pieces she recognized was Thunderlane's famous Wonderbolt jacket. She didn't recognize the other set. Upon examining one of the garments, she noticed the stitching of a Curved R embedded on the far right.
She stuttered, "This is mine," as she held it. She always suspected Sweetie Belle was the one taking her clothes. Suddenly, she heard a door close upstairs, causing her to jump. Although there was no reason to panic, she hid under her sofa. She threw her purse and bottle under there with her.
"Thanks for dropping by, babe." Rarity's eyes shot open. She listened in as they reached for their tossed-away clothes. "You sure you can't stick around longer? She texted me she was at the Spa. We got plenty of time left before she gets back from her "SeAwEEd SpECiAl" or whatever." he finished laughing.
"I wish I could, but it has to rain somehow. That's again, by the way. Call me again the next time you're here alone thou. I love all that bougie shampoo your sugar mama has," said the other voice. The sounds of wet lips pressing each other followed, tearing a canyon into her heart. Part of her tried to deny herself the truth, only for the cold floor and dust to shake her back to reality. A silent puddle of tears and worn-down make-up covered her face, pooling on the dirty, hard floor. She covered her mouth as she exhaled, scared of being found making noise. She froze as her phone vibrated in her pocket, thanking Celestia it wasn't on ringtone. Quietly, she reached for it to look at the message. It was from Thunderlane.
(Hey babe, When are you coming home? It's so boring here without you😴)
(...)
(I'm sorry. I got a call from the school. It looks like overtime for me.)
(That's cool. I'll watch a movie! L💜VE YOU!)
(......)
(See you soon, Darling)
She switched off her phone as she watched him fist pump in the air, appearing elated by her not coming home. As he marched back upstairs, she slowly crawled out from under the couch, leaving behind her purse and the bottle Spike had given her, with tears streaking her makeup and dust clinging to her clothes. She opened the door and walked into the street, hoping to find solace or comfort in a friend. Fluttershy was the first that came to mind. She tried calling but was left on voicemail. She tried all her other friend's contacts on her phone. Each one ended in no response. Eventually, the rain began to pour down on her as she walked further away from the boutique.
In intense anger, she hurled her phone onto the ground, causing the screen to crack. She remained motionless, tears streaming down her face as the rain poured over her.
BZZZZ, BZZZZ, BZZZZ
Rity lifted her head, looking around to find the source of the sound. She looked back at where she had thrown her phone. It was ringing.
"Twilight!" she said in a breath of satisfaction. "Twilight, We need to talk. It's essential, I-
"Let me stop you there," Said a familiar voice. She recognized Spike's voice over the phone.
"Spike, w-why do you have Twilight's phone?" She asked.
"Well, Twilight is asleep at her desk again. I just walked in to bring her some coffee and found her sleeping. I dropped a blanket over her, and I saw you called her and recalled. I can wake her up if you-
"NO! No. That-...that won't be necessary. I'll just handle my problem myself." She said. She wanted to talk to someone but decided against waking her hard-working friend over what she considered her problem. Before she could hang up, however, Spike spoke up.
"Wait, I can talk," he said eagerly. Maybe it was the combination of needing conversation and her frustration, but Rarity felt the tightness in her throat, leaving slightly.
"Spikey, you're not doing anything important, are you-
"No, unless you count reading comics important. Besides, talking to you is a million times better than reading some comic," he said, a small giggle leaving his mouth at the end.
"I...thank you, Spike. It means the world to me r-right n-n-now." As her tears crowded her eyes and her throat clouded with unwanted air, Rarity's heartbreak officially settled in. Her knees buckled, bringing her to the ground, while her ears and eyes began to burn. Crying a waterfall over the betrayal of the man she loved. Her clothes provided little warmth as she shivered in place. She stared at the ground, her eyes burning lightly from her crying. Suddenly, a loud voice called over the sound of the rain.
"RARITY! RARITY!" she heard; the call echoed in the night air. She looked in all directions, trying to distinguish where the voice was coming from and from whom. The rain stopped next as a silhouette of wings loomed over her. She panicked, screaming out as she scampered in the mud.
"Go AWAY, THUNDERLANE! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!" She shrieked.
"Calm down, Rarity. It-
"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOUR-YOUR...BASTARD MOUTH," She heaved, grabbing her throat. Her voice gave way from how loud she was screaming. The silhouette drew closer to her. It reached out its hand, only to be slapped in refusal. Lighting up her horn, she wanted them to see the look in her eyes. She was instead greeted with her mystery silhouette's natural face. It was Spike. Wearing plaid pajama pants, she saw as the rainwater traveled down his pecs to his abs like a waterfall. Snapping back, she wanted to ask what he was doing here, but her voice was as tiny as Fluttershy's. Ever so gently, he grabbed underneath her legs and behind her back as his face drew closer to hers.
"Just nod for me ok." He calmly said. "You don't wanna go home right now, do you?" he asked her. Rarity nodded in disapproval. Immediately, he opened his wings and lifted them off the ground slowly so as not to upset her. Once he was high enough, he took off.
"I've been searching all over for you," he said, causing her to snap her attention toward him. "All I could hear was the sound of rain and you crying on the phone. Then I heard thunder near the castle. I know it may have been nothing, but I couldn't help but worry about you." He concluded. She felt a warm sensation in her heart by his concern. They soon reached the castle, where she presumed he was taking her. As they approached, Rarity's stomach made a growling noise, making her feel embarrassed. Spike chuckled, noticing her blush.
"Feel free to use my bathroom. I'll prepare a meal for us." He kindly offered. Before she could get a chance to thank him, she left the room. As she made her way to the bathroom, she was amazed by its spaciousness. There was a walk-in shower and a cabinet stocked with skin care products and shampoos. But what blew her away was the enormous bathtub. It looked like a natural hot spring.
"I guess when you're a growing dragon, you need a lot of space," she thought before walking back to the sink. After washing off the last of her makeup in the sink, she glanced back at the shampoo she had spotted earlier.
"I love all that bougie shampoo your sugar mama has."[i/] The recollection of hiding under her couch while listening to her unfaithful boyfriend was still vivid. Trying to push the thoughts aside, she couldn't help feeling violated. Hastily grabbing the cheapest-looking shampoo bottle, she stepped into the shower, the warm water soothing her body. After half an hour, she noticed a note slipped under the door. It said, "I've left some clothes for you on my bed. Come downstairs whenever you're ready."
"Seriously, Twilight. Pajamas with math problems on them." Rarity sighed as she put on the pajamas. A rich aroma filled the air, compelling her to the kitchen. Spike opened the oven door as she walked in, greeting her with a full view of his butt. She gasped, blushing, ducking under the table in embarrassment. Spike stood up and placed the tray on the table, unaware she was in the room. She had a playful idea to jump-scare the drake when suddenly, the tiles beneath her feet warped and darkened. Her face recovered in smeared make-up, and the space under the table grew smaller and smaller as if trying to compress her beneath it.
"Rarity," he said softly, lifting the tablecloth to reveal her sobbing form beneath. She panicked, trying to escape, but he caught her hand and held her tightly from behind. "It's okay, it's me, Spikey...your friend," he whispered to her. Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she sank to the floor, her tears seemingly endless. Spike stayed with her until the last of her frustration and tears had subsided.
"After she left, he texted me. Thunderlane thinks I'm working late for school right now and is expecting me to return later," She said, taking another bite of her food. After her abrupt scare, Spike sat with her until she calmed down enough to talk. He listened to her story, not questioning why she was under the table. Not that that matters to him anymore. He only cared about what he could do for her right now.
"Maybe you should spend the night here," he said.
"I- thank you, Spikey. I will." She said. As she sipped the wine, she glanced over to his plate. Not a single thing was touched.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm not hungry. I kinda just fixed it," he said. Rarity eyed his plate again—hunger in her eyes. With a smile, he slid his plate over to her. Playfully clapping her hands, she took another bite.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, sipping his water.
"Like" is an understatement. I don't even know what it is, but it tastes wonderful." She said.
"I learned it from Twilight's mom growing up. She trusted me with handling fire over Twilight, what with the whole "dragon" thing," he joked, earning a chuckle from her. As he watched her, Spike smiled, seeing her happy again. He wondered what would have happened if he didn't call her when he did. That's when it hit him.
"Tell me something; why didn't you call me?" She stopped eating. "You said you called everyone, but I didn't get a call from you," he said.
"I-I I don't know. I couldn't see myself talking about something like this with you. I'm sorry I didn't consider you. I was just so...distraught." she answered. Spike shook his head. He got up, taking his dishes to the sink.
"If anyone should be sorry. It's him. What did you see in him?" He asked.
"He came up to me. Although I initially had doubts, I eventually fell for his charm. He made me feel like a princess. So, I did my best to make him feel like a king. I made clothes for him for his birthday, shared my belongings with him, and even revealed where my spare key was kept. I genuinely cared for him. Now, I'm thinking that maybe that wasn't enough...or that I was merely being strung along some outlandish prank. I should have realized that he never truly cared, and neither does anyone else," she said, finishing her statement while her hand trembled, dropping her glass.
"Don't say stuff like that. And don't beat yourself up over him. He's not worth the headache. And he certainly isn't worthy of you." his tone was solemn as he picked up the glass. She looked at him, studying his eyes. "He looks...still," she thought. His expression changed again, now softly smiling. She finished the last of her wine and passed the glass to him.
"You should get some sleep. You can use my room," he said. She nodded and left the kitchen. As he stood at the sink, his mind wandered away from the task at hand. The sound of running water faded into the background as his thoughts consumed him. The soap bubbles in the sink began to swirl like a vortex, the water turning a dark, foreboding red. His ordinarily gentle eyes sharpened like daggers, and the pink gloves on his hands transformed into deep blue ones, reminiscent of a surgeon's gloves. Lost in his own world, he couldn't hear Rarity calling out to him until she reached out and touched his shoulder, jumping in surprise as everything returned to normal.
"You startled me. I thought you were going to bed?" he said.
As she stood next to him, she suddenly fell silent. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and she shyly whispered, "Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful." She leaned in, kissing his cheek softly before hurrying upstairs to his room. Spike felt his cheeks flush with warmth, and he couldn't help but wag his tail in excitement.
Rarity eventually went to Spike's room to retire for the night. However, she found it difficult to sleep as memories from earlier that day haunted her. She dreamed of herself stuck under her bed as Thunderlane made love to the mystery mare she was being cheated on with. Erid creaking noises echoed in her head. Upon waking up, she let out a scream, feeling disoriented. Panting, her sweat ran down her face and onto the covers. The sounds of the rain were still as heavy as earlier. She ran her fingers through her hair before walking to the bathroom. She ran herself a glass of water before noticing a glimmer of the promise ring that she still had on her finger.
"Have I been wearing this thing the whole time?" she asked herself. If the mirror could interact with her, it would nod disappointment for not noticing. As she took the ring off her finger, she glanced at the trash can, intending to toss it away. However, the flood of happy memories she had shared with Thunderlane made her hesitate. She recalled when they would nap in her boutique, stroll in the park, and dine out together. Her hand tightened as she struggled to unclasp her fingers. Sadly, she surrendered with a deep sigh, returning to the sink countertop to contemplate. With a heavy heart, she opened her hand to examine the ring, feeling mocked by the initials R and T engraved on it.
"Even when I know you've wronged me, I can't rid myself of you, can I?" Her voice quivered as she gently slid the ring back onto her finger. Glancing towards the shower, she focused on the towel she had used earlier. Its purple and green colors drew out memories of Spike from her mind. She remembered all the trips to the gem caves, the song he wrote for her, and now, recently, how he carried her back to his place, cooked her dinner, and selflessly offered his room. She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to talk with him again. Seeing his face would be enough. It didn't have to be about anything special, just something to discuss. This yearning desire to be near him compelled her every thought.
"I should go find him, right?" she asked herself. With a smile, she rushes out of his room, knocking on every guest door she sees, hoping to find him still up. She checked every room with no luck.
"Maybe he's downstairs. He did say something about reading comics," she thought. Walking down the stairs, she saw her target sitting down. She called his name softly, but Spike didn't move. She moved closer, saying his name again. Now, standing directly behind him, tapping his shoulder. She lightly nudged him to notice her when he suddenly fell over the couch. He was sound asleep, peacefully snoring away.
"Huh, he looks rather cute when he's asleep. Brings back memories of when I was still taller than him," she mused. Suddenly, he let out a little whimper. "Oh no, did he hear me?" she wondered. Spike merely shifted in his sleep, now showing off his bulge. He changed from his plaid pj's into a single pair of briefs. She could feel a knot in her throat as she stared at his body, examining him from head to tail. She loomed over his head, her lips an inch away from his. She could feel the warmth from his being so close.
"MHM," he mumbled before licking his lips, catching Rarity off guard. Suddenly, Spike's arms enveloped her body, pulling her close in and using her as a body pillow. "My...hoard," he mumbled, his arms tightened around her as his hands slid across her side. He let out a snarling sound as his hand rested on her ass. "Thunder," he muttered. At that moment, his wing enveloped her like a blanket. She was starting to wonder if he was awake and just messing with her, that was until she felt something pressing against her. Her heart raced as she guessed what it was as it slowly grew in length. She looked up at his face, still out cold.
"OMGOMGOMG," was all she could think about. Her cheeks grew redder as Spike's length rubbed itself against her legs, feeling the heat it radiated. Unexpectedly, Rarity could feel a growing heat of her own rising. She gasped as Spike suddenly poked at her entrance from outside pj's. She could feel her legs shaking as he began lightly humping outside her entrance. She gasped lightly but couldn't will herself to break free of his hold. Instead, she used her arm to hold Spike from his side as she gently pushed back against him. His snarls increased as he muttered again.
"She's...my...Hoard," he growled. Rarity could feel herself getting more heated as he pressed harder. Unable to contain herself, she moaned, further pressing against his length. She wanted more, growing bolder for the drake. Using her magic, she removed her pajama pants, exposing her bright purple panties. She opened her legs up, allowing him to hump against her clit.
"UHM, what the" Spike stopped as he looked down at Rarity, their faces paralleling each other of embarrassment, shock, and arousal. Neither said a word as they remained frozen in place. Spike tried to open his mouth but to no avail. Rarity started tensing up, fearing what Spike would think of her for sneaking up next to him. Rather, she saw his face redden as he winced in pain.
"Spikey, are you ok?"
"Y-YoUr-"
"What?" she pleaded.
"You're SquEezing mE," he said. She looked down, moving her legs, letting his dragon hood breathe. Spike exhaled in relief as he sat upright, making her do the same.
"I'm so sorry," she said.
"It's ok...So...was my bed not comfy or something?" he asked.
"What, no, no, no. You see, what happened was...I had this nightmare and a towel, and you appeared and the dinner talking...I should start over," she said nervously, chuckling. "You know what? Just forget I was here." She stood up and walked to the stairs.
"Wait!" he said. She turned to see a desperate/pleading look on his face. He blushed heavily, shaking his head before clearing his throat.
"I can't sleep," he said. Rarity looked at him, momentarily confused, before letting out a small laugh.
"You were just happily snoring away. Not to mention snarling." She thought.
"I-I was just resting my eyes. But it seems like I'm not the only one who. Bad dream?" Rarity paused for a second, recalling her nightmare.
"Y-yeah. I mean, yes. I did," she said.
"Wanna...talk about it," he said, rubbing his neck and sliding over to the far end of the couch, patting the spot beside him.
"I-no. That's quite alright.
"Oh...Ok then. I'll just-
"But-" she suddenly said, the room falling silent. She took one final soft sigh before continuing. "You know, Spikey, I usually have Opal sleeping next to me. But, since I'm not home and she's obviously not her, If you were to accompany me to sleep, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea," she finished. Spike couldn't believe what he heard. Although his mind couldn't process it, his body was already moving toward her. They moved slowly up the stairs, each step sending butterflies into their stomachs. Rarity could feel her palms sweating as her knees started feeling more and more like noodles, while Spike could feel his wings and tail stiffening up. When they arrived at the door of his room, they paused for a moment before reaching the knob, touching hands. Rarity pulled her hand back first, glancing up at a flustered Spike.
"Uhm, ahem. Allow me," he shakenly said, opening the door for her. She nervously thanked him before walking in as he closed the door behind them. They stared awkwardly at the bed before them, afraid to make the first move.
"After you," he said. Rarity climbed onto the bed covers, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath her. Even though she had slept on it earlier, it felt different this time. Spike felt the same way as he climbed in after her. They grabbed the covers, draping them over themselves. They awkwardly peered off into the ceiling, waiting for who would make the next move. The rain became un-forgiving as it nailed against the glass doors leading to the balcony. They quickly glanced into each other's eyes before returning to the ceiling, feeling the tension in the air rise. They both blushed in embarrassment. As Rarity listened to the sounds of the rain, she shakenly curled up as the sound of thunder paved the air.
"Spikey," she said. He looked over at her as she turned to her side.
"Could you maybe...big spoon," she asked. Spike could feel the fire in his chest blazing as she asked him. He shuffled closer. He paused for a moment before wrapping his left arm around her. His breath grew heavy as he felt her stomach through the pj's soft fabric. Suddenly, she slid her lower body back, her backside directly against his bulge. Spike whimpered as she shuffled lightly, arousing him further. Before long, Spike was fully erect. His pre-staining through his briefs. The air between them grew hot as they lay there.
"Rarity?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"C-Can I look at you?" he asked. She didn't answer; instead, she slowly pushed the covers off the two of them as she climbed atop his chest. Her face was bright red in the dark as she rubbed the sides of his chest. He moved his arms to the side, allowing her complete access. She swallowed, running her hands across his pecs, his fibrous muscles fulling her hands. Spiked hummed in pleasure as her fingers traced along his abs.
"Am I...doing good?" she timidly asked. Following her earlier example, He slowly sat up, brushing away her lush purple hair. He playfully took bites around her neck, leaving small marks on each one. She threw her head back, wincing at the pleasure. Massaging her lightly, he moved his hands down her thighs. She hurriedly pulled the pajamas over her head, tossing them off the bed. Not wasting the moment, he unclipped her bra, grabbing it with his teeth as it slid off her. He paused briefly, admiring her bust.
"Woah," he said before swallowing the knot in his throat.
"Can I?" He asked.
"Please!" she pleaded. "Please touch-Ahh~" Spike lapped at her nipples, going back and forth on each one. She grabbed the back of his head, steadying herself as she let out a soft coo. He happily listened to her moans as he suckled on one, lightly biting and pulling on it before lapping at it again. He let go, a small strand of saliva connecting them before switching to the other. She looked back as she felt Spike's member touching her, looking like he was about to rip out his briefs. She tapped his head, stooping him before she climbed over to his right side, grabbing the band of his briefs. She slid them off, shocked by their look. Seeing her face, he hides his shame with his tail. She turned to face him.
"Sorry. Reflex," he said nervously, chuckling.
"Reflex?"
"Let's just say Starlight is the reason I had a personal bathroom installed," he quoted, having been walked in on by her numerous times throughout her stay in the castle. He removed his tail, pulling the rest of his briefs off his legs and onto the floor. He was big, bigger than any she'd seen on the internet. He didn't have a ring or a flare; instead, he had a row of small soft spines, a pointed tip leaking pre, and was as thick as her wrist. She swallows before moving closer. His strong musk made her burn in her panties, tightening with every tiny movement she made. Climbing atop Spike again, she spread her leg a bit, giving him full access to her. Grabbing his member, she could feel it pulse almost violently in her hands. He let out groans of pleasure as she stroked him up and down.
Spike hungrily eyed her soaking wet panties as she looked for a rhythm. Letting his instinct guide him, he took his hand, firmly grabbing her ass as he moved her panties. He gave her a taste, sending her into strokes and moans of pleasure. He gave her a few more licks before plunging his tongue inside her; her sweet taste reminded him of sapphires and vanilla. He swirled his tongue around her sweet, warm walls. Rarity also tried to focus on giving to him, but the pleasure was too much.
"Oh, Celestia!" she moaned, sliding back on his face. Her moans filled the room as the sound of the rain grew silent to them. She squeezed at her nipples as his tongue punched away at her cervix. Spike grabbed her ass with his hands, trying to press her down on him more. She responded by lightly bouncing in place, allowing him tiny pockets of air to breathe. She looked down at his throbbing member, a small stream flowing down his shaft. She lifted herself off him, much to his dissatisfaction. She placed herself on all fours, raising her ass for him.
"Please, Spikey. Take me! I need you!" she cried out. Aligning himself against her pussy, he took a moment to admire her body; however, something wasn't right about how this all felt. He knew her to be a romantic soul, not someone who would throw herself at him so readily. With a gentle touch, he turned her around and lowered his hand to her face, looking into her eyes. She smiled, relaxing to his touch. Her eyes trailed to his member.
"C-can you be gentle?" she asked of him.
"I promise," he said. Holding her legs, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She moaned as Spike slowly slid inside of her. He paused for her once he was halfway in as she winced and adjusted to his size. She gave him a nod to continue. He trusted her slowly, delighting at how warm and tight she was. He grabbed her by her legs and held them up as he increased his speed. Their connecting bodies reverberated throughout the room, canceling the heavy rain. He looked down, enjoying how her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He leaned into her, putting her into a press as he drove himself deeper into her.
"Ahhhh~, Spike!~" she screamed, encouraging him to continue. He pulled out of her, turning her to her side, lifting her leg before filling her again. As she moaned away into his ear, Spike quickened his pace, thrusting into her harder than before. Rarity tried to look at him, but with every thrust he made, it became more difficult to open her eyes. Without warning, she let out a high-pitched squeal, juices flowing down Spike's cock. This only provided him with more lube. Each one of his thrusts packed more power behind them, leaving Rarity in a state of bliss, and he ravaged her body. Spike groaned as she became more open to his assault. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, lowering her leg as he moved to lean against his headboard. She lay there gasping from the intensity of his thrusts. Her only thought was wondering why he stopped.
"Come here, my little pony," he said seductively. Even though she couldn't feel her legs at the moment, she felt compelled to him. She found herself sitting atop Spike's lap. His cock hotdog her as he licked the bite marks he made earlier. She whimpered as he teased her.
"Spikey. I-I...I want it back in." she said. Spike stopped licking, looking up at her with almost innocent surprised eyes. It could have fooled her too, if now for the snarky grin he wore. Rarity smirked back at him before raising herself, aligning her pussy against his tip. She suddenly dropped against him with full force, his member fully embedded inside her. Using the remainder of her strength, she began riding him, using the headboard as leverage to balance. They moaned out together in pleasure; she could feel her second wind fading as her second orgasm approached. Suddenly, Spike grabbed her arms and wrapped his tail around her. He began ramming himself in and out of her at a lightning pace. No longer caring if someone was listening, they let their voices go; Spike's grunts and Rarity's moans echoed past the room's door, traversing throughout the castle.
"Haah~ I-I'm-I'm close. Rarity! Where should I-
"INSIDE! Please! INSIDE!"
No longer able to hold himself back, he continued his rapid movement, thrusting in and out of her with all his strength. His hot and steamy cum filled her insides as her orgasm splurted out of her. With one last thrust, he gripped her ass, pushing him down on him as the rest of his cum filled her insides. The pair sat together, panting heavily from the intensity of their lovemaking. Rarity used Spike's shoulder to rest her head as she lightly grinded on his lap, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Once she stopped, he ran his hands across her sides, up to her shoulders. In an instant, he flipped her onto his bed, reversing their positions.
"Spike, what are you-" She was cut short as Spike's lips made soft contact with hers. Her eyes closed, feeling her body melting away, yet her mouth and heart burning with his affection. They continued, trying to dominate the other's lips with their own, caressing their faces with their hands. She felt the softness of his scales as he playfully used his fingers to massage behind her ears. Spike eventually broke the kiss, the words "I love you." leaving his mouth as he did so. She looked down into his eyes; Spike continued-
"I love you! I love everything about you. Your snow white coat, your vibrant purple hair, that Moonlite smile, everything. Hearing you speak is a gift to my ears. That's why when I heard you crying over the phone, It broke my heart. You screaming at me, thinking I was Thunderlane till your throat grew sore...I never want to see you like that, ever again. I'd happily make it my life's mission to keep you happy. I mean every word I said earlier as much as I mean right now. I can't hide or try to hide my feelings for you anymore. You're my Fantasy." He finished.
"S-Spikey, I-" she paused, her heart racing. "I need to tell you something." Spike listened for her reply.
"I didn't call you because...I knew you were in love with me."
"Wait! You knew?"
"You told me after your birthday. Remember?"
"R-Right. The whole...falling from the sky thing? But why didn't you say anything after?
"You were young. I didn't want to hurt you. Plus, I..." Rarity once again paused. This time for longer.
"You what?" he nervously asked.
"...I-I didn't want you to hate me," she said, a small tear forming near her eye. Spike leaned his head down. She closed her eyes before he suddenly kissed the one with a tear. She giggle lightly before opening them again, greeted with his smile.
"I could never hate you. Sure, I would have been upset, and I'm a little hurt that that's why you didn't call me," he pulled her upwards until she was sitting on his lap again, "but I could never hate you. I love you!" He kissed her again as he softly set her back on the bed. Rarity soon drifted off to sleep, her gentle snores pleasing his ears. Meanwhile, Spike replayed the events of today leading up to this point like a song on a loop. He gently nudged Rarity off of his chest and walked to the bathroom. Once inside, he looked over to his cabinet, moved around some bottles, and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Ah-ha, there you are," he said, having placed emergency letters throughout the castle using Twilight instructions; grabbing the attached quill, he quickly began writing. Once completed, he blew a puff of fire, sending it off to Princess Luna. With a grin, he smiled to himself in the mirror before heading back to bed. To his surprise, Rarity was awake, staring at him as he closed the bathroom door.
"Sorry. I thought you were asleep."
"I was until my favorite dragon pillow walked off." He chuckled before sliding back into bed next to her. She rested her head against Spike's chest again, enjoying the warmth he emitted. He wanted to talk to her more. Listen to her voice again. But that could wait for the morning as he had plans to form and tasks to complete. Spike ran his fingers through her hair, playfully curling it before letting go to rub her sides as they slowly drifted off into sleep.