The Cutest, Little, Chubby Cheeks!
“Thanks for all of your help today, Spike,” commented Rarity as she looked about her thoroughly cleaned and organized workroom.
“Ah, it was nothing,” replied Spike proudly as he fought back a yawn. He had been working for his beloved unicorn since dawn. He normally would've slept in for as long as possible, but when Rarity asked for some help cleaning up her boutique the night before, Spike couldn’t resist but offer to be there for her bright-and-early. Now, though, the sun was setting and he was struggling to keep his eyes open as he felt almost every muscle in his body ache.
With everything so clean, it wasn’t hard for Rarity to notice how dirty and sweaty Spike was from all the work he had done for her that day.
“Spike,” said Rarity with a hint of disgust. “Would it be too much to ask you to go and take a bath?”
Spike blushed as he lifted his arm up so he could get a good whiff of his armpit.
“Sorry about that,” he bashfully apologized. He then let out a big yawn and wobbled as his exhaustion continued to take its toll on him.
“I guess I’ll be heading home,” he said with a hint of disappointment. He had hoped for a kiss for all his work, or at least a gem. To be told to just go and take a bath was a real let down.
Rarity watched as Spike toddled towards the front door.
“Poor thing,” thought Rarity. As much as she despised the look and scent of a dirty dragon, she couldn’t have him just go home like that.
“Spike!” she called out. “Would you be a dear and come here, please?”
Spike nearly tripped as he spun around to face Rarity. Was he going to get his kiss after all?
“Yes, Rarity?” he asked with hope as he stared towards her with a bright, yet exhausted, look on his face.
Rarity approached Spike, patted him gently atop his head spikes, and stated, “Would it be alright if I gave you a bath?”
“Really?” wondered Spike as he tried to hold back another yawn. He was so tired that he didn’t know if he had perhaps misheard the unicorn he adored so much.
Rarity nodded as she tried to hide her disgust of how dirty and smelly Spike was.
“Of course,” she replied. “It’s the least I can do. I mean, you made my boutique look fabulous so the least I can do is send you home looking and smelling just as fabulous, right?”
“Gee, Rarity,” he said happily. “I don’t know what to say.”
“No need to say anything, darling,” she replied. “Now come along.”
Spike couldn’t help but smile as he waddled behind Rarity towards the bathroom. He was really fighting to keep his eyes open, but he knew he could do it and he was going to if it meant the most beautiful creature in the world was going to give him a bath. Especially since the last pony to ever give him a bath was Princess Celestia just before he officially became Twilight’s assistant.
Rarity’s bathroom looked, and smelled, wonderful. Though, this was no surprise for Spike as he, by Rarity’s request, put a lot of effort into making it that way.
“You'll feel like a whole new dragon when I'm done with you,” proclaimed Rarity as she started to fill the tub with warm water. She then used her magic to add a variety of salts and solutions to the bathwater.
“Hop in, Spike,” she said as she gestured towards the tub.
Spike said nothing as he eased himself into the bathwater. The soothing scent of lavender further lulling him into what could best be described as a semi-conscious state.
Rarity used her magic to grab a washcloth in which she dipped into the bath mixture.
“Okay, sweetie,” she said. “Now hold still so I can get all that grime off of you.”
“Ahh,” Spike hummed soothingly as he felt the washcloth begin to gently scrub about his head spikes. It was like he was in a dream and the last thing he wanted to do was wake from such a wonderful experience.
“Okay, Spike,” she said. “Could you please stand up so I can scrub down your back?”
Spike sounded almost like a zombie as he slowly rose from to his feet.
“Anything for you, Rarity,” he sighed as his eyes closed and a smile grew on his face.
Rarity chuckled as she watched Spike spasm in ticklish bursts from how she scrubbed along his back spikes. This normally would get him to insist whoever was doing that to him to stop. However, he was so tired and so relaxed that he just let it happen knowing that, if it was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. He was relaxed, happy, and getting a bubble bath by Rarity. What more could a dragon ask for?
“That feels nice,” he said in a light, blissful tone. “You have such a nice touch.”
Rarity smiled at the compliment from her drowsy, dragon friend.
“Oh,” she said with a blush upon taking notice of how she had scrubbed her way down to Spike’s, pudgy rump.
“Oh, my,” she added while admiring Spike's backside. It was so cute that she just had to touch it. So, gently, she put a hoof to his left cheek. It was so soft compared to head and back and the way it squished inward when she pressed made her giggle.
“We definitely want to get this part all nice and squeaky clean,” she said with as she hoof-scrubbed Spike’s, chubby cheeks.
“You really do have the cutest, little, chubby cheeks!” she cooed.
Spike let out a soft moan as he remained in his euphoric, half-conscious state. He was so happy and it all felt so good. Especially when he noticed Rarity had apparently brought her other hoof up so she could pinch and fluff the cheeks of his rump.
“So, good,” he said softly.
Hearing Spike speak snapped Rarity out of her playful scrubbing of the young dragon’s rump.
“Okay, sweetie,” she said. “Turn around so I can wash your face and belly.”
Spike didn’t move. Instead, he just rocked in place and sighed.
“Poor, dear,” said Rarity as she used her magic to gently pick Spike up and turn him about. It was at this time that she made quite the interesting discovery.
“Oh, my!” she gasped upon spotting Spike’s not so little dragon sticking straight out at her.
The dazed dragon rocked gently from side-to-side as he mumbled, “Is something wrong?”
Rarity thought for a moment before answering. There was a part of her that was disturbed at seeing her Spikey-Wikey’s naughty bits. However, at the same time, she couldn’t help but to be curious about it. After all, she had never before taken much interest in getting intimate with a guy. Well, there was that instance with Prince Blueblood. But, truly, she’d much rather not remember that as the encounter didn’t exactly make her more interested in being any more than just friends with a stallion.
As she thought on what her Spikey-Wikey was showing her, Rarity continued to go about gently washing his face, chest, and tummy. Every now-and-then, Spike would let out a cute giggle from the ticklish feeling her hoof-driven washing would give him.
“Okay,” said Rarity with a blush as she faced down Spike’s dragonhood. This was the only part left that she hadn’t washed and the thought of doing so made her feel bashfully curious.
“Why not?” she asked herself with a naughty grin on her face. She then used her magic to take the cloth and scrub all of Spike’s private parts and between his legs.
Spike let out some soft moans as she glided the washcloth about the lower portion of his dragonhood. She admired how it moved about with each, scrubbing stroke.
“Oh,” she said as she couldn’t help but put her hoof to his privates and feel at them. She felt very naughty in doing what she was doing. However, she didn’t care and, based on his facial expression, neither did Spike. It wasn’t long before she got even braver and began to nuzzle and even gently lick at Spike’s special parts. Each action only causing the young dragon to moan and sigh with even greater euphoria.
“Hmm,” thought Rarity as her naughtiness made her want to do more than what she knew she should with her young friend. “I best get you all dried off.”
Spike just moaned and slumped over as Rarity used her magic to pull him from the tub, dry him off with a towel, and sit him upon the floor.
“What a dear,” cooed Rarity as she watched Spike slowly crumple to the floor as he moaned with pleasure. To him, this was all a dream and, for Rarity, that was a good thing for if any pony found out about what happened that night, she’d have lots of questions even she couldn’t answer.
Knowing she had to release some tension, Rarity used her magic to gently hover Spike into her bedroom. Here, she placed him so that he was comfortably resting atop one of her softest pillows.
“I’ll go get Twilight to take you home,” she said softly as she loomed over the young dragon and gave him a kiss. “Sweet dreams.”
From here, Rarity made her way back to the bathroom, eased her tension, washed herself, and then trotted over to get Twilight.