As a successful costume designer, myself, it would come as no surprise to anypony when I listed Rarity the unicorn as my personal hero. Of course, it was no small source of envy among my peers when they learned that not only had she been responsible for launching my career, but that we had remained good friends even as she had rocketed to stardom in the fashion world. Enjoying both her company and her expertise as I did, of course I made whatever excuse I could to meet with her as often as possible. Tonight, that excuse was free tickets to a screening of a new, big-budget movie which I had helped work on, and—always receptive to any display of generosity—she accepted.
I have to admit that I was somewhat surprised when we met at the theater and saw the friend she had brought with her. I remembered him as a very cute kid when we first met, but as a young man he was absolutely gorgeous. Even I could appreciate the way his pecs strained the buttons of his dark green shirt, and his pistachio eyes were large and shining with a playful sincerity. There had been some controversy when rumors began circulating that she was seeing a boy who was hardly out of his teens, which I had dismissed at the time. After all, I knew that they had been best friends since he’d been a child on the cusp of adolescence, but seeing the way she clung to his arm and leaned against him as they approached, I felt that something had definitely changed between them since the last time I saw them together.
“Coco, Darling,” she called to me, her voice like vicuna. “I’m so glad to see you, again. You remember Spike?”
“Hullo,” Spike said, looking at me with a charmingly bashful expression. It seemed that quite a few stallions and some mares thought I was rather cute, though not usually intimidatingly beautiful as Ms. Rarity was, and I idly wondered if that was the reason for his shyness or if it was due to the way Rarity was snuggling up to him for warmth in the chilly evening weather.
“Of course I do,” I replied. “You’ve really grown, Spikey.”
Rarity’s smile took on a subtle shade of mischief. “He certainly has.”
“Come on, then,” I said, motioning toward the door to the theater lobby. “We should go inside out of this cold.” Honestly, the weather was still bearable enough that I might have lingered, but I was disappointed to notice that Rarity was apparently wearing a bra beneath her black dress, and the most enticing evidence of the mild chill was sadly concealed from my eyes.
I held the door and let the couple go ahead of me. My idol’s milky thighs swayed back and forth as she walked precariously on high heels, the rhythmic bouncing of her posterior mesmerizing. She continued to drape herself over her companion’s broad shoulders, which supported her solidly as they matched the beat of her hips. Seeing the two of them in front of me, my heart fluttered at the perfect picture they made.
“Ms. Rarity,” I said, brushing my fingers against her bare shoulders to catch her attention. She turned her face, still a light pink from the cold, toward me with an interested arch of her brow. “The movie will start soon, but it’s a couple hours long. We should go to the ladies’ room first, don’t you think?”
“Ah, yes,” Rarity responded with a sweet smile. “I probably should powder my nose first.”
Spike nodded and turned toward the men’s bathroom. “Yeah, I gotta go drain the snake, too. See ya in a minute!”
Rarity made a face, but giggled as we made our way to the lavatory. When we entered, I leaned toward her and whispered. “So I take it the rumors are true?”
Her expression reminded me of a naughty child spilling a secret. “Completely. I’m officially a cradle-robber.”
I was, of course, quite excited for my friend, but I recalled that she wasn’t the only mare close to Spike. “How did Twilight react?”
“Oh, she was furious,” Rarity said, a small measure of guilt tempering her smile. “But only at first. She still thinks of Spike like a little brother or even a child—fitting given she hatched him, herself—but she knows he’s mature enough to make his own judgments and she trusts that my heart is in the right place.”
I nodded in understanding. “Well, that being the case, this is like a secret date for you, isn’t it?”
Like tinkling wind chimes Rarity’s laughter floated into my ears. “I suppose it is something like that, isn’t it?”
“Maybe I should give you two some space, then?” I offered, though my heart ached at the idea.
Rarity waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’re the one who invited us, after all.”
I could see right through her, though. “It’s no trouble at all, Ms. Rarity. I asked you here for your sake; not mine.”
Rarity pulled me in close, her soft, restrained mounds pressing into my flat chest as the scent of her sweet perfume filled my nose. I returned the hug, melting into her arms as I gave a little sigh. Too soon, it was over and she was holding me back out at arm’s length, her eyes alight. “Thank you so much, Coco. You really are the most generous mare I know. Besides myself, naturally.” She gave a short laugh at her self-aggrandizing humor.
We joined Spike as he waited at the door to the theater, itself, and entered together. Rarity chose a seat toward the back while I took one a row up and a few seats down, just far enough that I would be out of earshot for any nothings being whispered sweetly between the two. Spike, naturally, seemed befuddled that I had taken such a position and tried to invite me to come closer, but I waved him off with as pleasant an air as I could muster.
There were only a few other ponies in the theater at this time, as this was an early screening for members of the crew and other assorted guests, and they were mostly crowded toward the front of the large theater, giving us a slight sense of privacy, heightened by the dimming lights as the projector began to roll.
The film was a pre-Celestian romance with what was honestly a fairly clichéd storyline and mediocre acting. The real stars of the show, in my opinion, were the costumes, which were ornate, stylish and historically accurate to a tee thanks to my team’s dedicated research.
I wish I could say that my idol was so enraptured by my designs, alone, that it would make up for the sappiness of the story, but the low whispers and giggles coming from behind me said otherwise. It wasn’t until the whispers stopped suddenly and I turned my head in curiosity to look back at the couple that I realized the plot was working all too well.
Spike and Rarity, their features lit only by the back glow of the projector light off the screen, were locked in a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each other slowly. Rarity had one hand cupped behind his head, pulling him into her as the other slid across his back. One of Spike’s hands traveled up Rarity’s thigh as the other thumbed at the teat buried under at least two layers of fabric.
I blushed and turned back toward the screen, berating myself for my curiosity. I had wanted to give them a little privacy on their date after all, and now I was peeping on them. I resolved that I would let the two have their fun without my prying eyes intruding. My ears still worked, though.
“Spikey,” Rarity’s voice wafted over to me, barely audible over the sounds of the film. “Just… just pull it to the side, Darling.”
The image of a cheesy pasta being stirred came to my mind unbidden a moment later, and I tried with all my force of will to hold onto it. Ms. Rarity really seemed to be enjoying her dinner with all those satisfied moans. Unable to stand it any longer, I glanced back at them again.
Spike’s head was in Rarity’s bare lap, her short dress hiked up past her waist. I could see a glimpse of the thin fabric of her black panties hugging her pale hips as they gently thrust upward. Her delicate white hand was on the back of his head, guiding it between her legs. As my eyes quickly traveled up, I saw her face. It was reddened, but no longer with cold. Her jaw hung slack as her tongue hung out, a bead of saliva dangling from its tip. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her painted eyelids flickering as if she were having a seizure.
I whipped my head back again, but I seemed to see the image of Rarity's panting face emblazoned on the screen before me, as if it had been burned into my vision. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and a tickling sensation went up and down my midsection. I rubbed my thighs together, but this only made it worse as my flower blossomed, coated in fresh dew.
I licked my lips and turned an ear back to the couple behind me, greedily drinking in their every quiet gasp and sigh. The wet squelching increased in tempo, and I heard Rarity's breath quicken in response. My stomach tightened and I clenched my legs together tightly, the throbbing within reaching a crescendo as I imagined her doing the same the moment her breath caught and all sound ceased momentarily.
The theater held its silence for the longest moment, my head becoming dizzy while I tried not to scream. Finally, I heard a short grunt from Rarity and sound flooded back, a lighthearted musical denouement playing from the speakers.
"We shouldn't, Rarity," Spike's hushed voice came to my ears.
Rarity shushed him. "What kind of lady would I be if I left it at this?"
I could hear a rustling and the creak of the seats, and once again my treacherous eyes pulled my head around to see my friend in her most intimate of moments.
Rarity had moved to straddle Spike's lap and she had let the straps of her dress fall to expose her bra. She reached behind her and under her rump, which I now saw was free of what little cloth she'd had, and pulled a thick staff from his pants.
I hadn't seen many stallions' members up close, before. Actually, if one discounted a foalhood game of doctor, I hadn't seen any except in pictures. From my understanding, though, this one was particularly impressive, not just in the length and girth, but also in the unique shape, seeming more like an exotic toy one might find in the redlight district. It twitched under Rarity's touch, and I could see the tip was already slick.
Rarity plunged her dripping pink pussy down the length of his shaft, her mouth contorting with effort as she made soft grunting sounds.
My fingers found my creamy mound unbidden. I gasped as I pressed against the top of my crevice and felt my swelling button shift within its hood. Moisture was already spreading up from the bottom of my white cotton panties. I ground the roughness of the wet fabric under my hood, doing my best to breathe evenly even as the tingling spread and the muscles around my pelvis began to twitch.
In my mind the wet sounds and moans that I could only just hear behind me summoned images of Rarity’s ass, like two glowing full moons, bouncing up and down on Spike’s lap. As my thrusts down my sensitive gorge became more forceful, her white fur would flash to cream in my mind, and her diamond cutie mark would become a fancy hat. At other times, an image of me would replace Spike, but with his massive member attached. Then Rarity would become a dashing stallion in his place and I would find myself on top of her, sliding down her length.
I had to look back again, and the first thing I saw was Rarity’s bare butt pressing down on Spike’s thighs, molded to fit their muscular shape, its volume pushed up to form a curved V above the termination of her rear canyon. When she lifted up, she arched her back, her steamy buns pulling apart and revealing a pale, puckered ring. Lower, she was regurgitating a slick, shining mass like an extruder, a band of flesh clinging tightly just outside her blushing lips as if unwilling to let go of the delicious meat.
When my gaze traveled up Rarity’s statuesque back, I came to her head. Even as she slapped Spike’s lap with her perfectly sculpted posterior, her eyes were locked onto mine. I froze, heat flooding my face instantly. I suddenly felt as if she had penetrated me, my walls invaded by her gaze. The corner of her mouth twitched upward, and the long lashes of one eye waved at me as she winked before turning back to her beau.
I turned back, face going from burning hot to icy cold. I looked down to see my left hand buried in my exposed twat, juices dribbling into my palm and staining the plush seat. My vision blurred and went white as my stomach felt as if it dropped out from under me. I was afraid that I was screaming, but I realized that my vocal cords were as paralyzed as the rest of me, so though my jaw stretched wide, no sound came out.
My vision cleared and I could move once again, and my first course of action was to rip my underwear fully aside and punish the inflated pearl that was the source of my pleasure.
“Oh, baby,” Rarity’s voice came to me. “You’re so beautiful.”
Was she talking to me? No, of course not. But it hardly mattered in my mind as the fingers of my left hand explored the innards of my cave. I spread the silky smooth sides of my walls, imagining Spike’s draconic dick doing the same to Rarity’s, and my middle finger curled up to stroke the rough ceiling, causing a syrupy heat to build in me again.
“Fuck me,” Rarity breathed. “Fuck me hard with everypony watching.”
I obliged in my mind as my right hand stroked my proudly erect nub like a miniature penis. I felt almost as if it grew between my fingers to the size of my forearm while I used the fluids that seemed to gush unabated from my core to slip around it. At the same time that I fucked I was being fucked by my other hand, and for a moment I forgot who or what I was in this fantasy.
My vision went white again as my body was compressed between my legs and then exploded outward again, muscles tensing and releasing in waves. My nipples burned as they rebelled against the fabric holding them back, and I reached up to grab one with my left hand as my right continued to press on my love button. I squeezed my flat chest hard, causing the fire to spread out and push me into another, smaller white out.
While I bucked and squirmed in my seat I could hear Rarity’s voice murmur again.
“I’m coming, Darling,” she whispered. “Come with me.”
“I’m coming,” I mumbled, and bit my lip. I slid my right hand down my slit and into my canal again, pulling at the spongy bundle of nerves inside as my palm pressed against my clit and I pinched and gently pulled at my nipples through my shirt. I heard Spike give a strained, quiet wheeze as Rarity made a sound not unlike her friend, Fluttershy, trying to cheer, and my floodgates burst open once more. Unable to control myself, I lifted my slender backside off my seat, braced by my shoulders on the back of the chair as my back arched and my legs quaked. I could hear the sound of my wetness splattering on the floor. Finally, it subsided and I collapsed back in my seat, hunching over completely spent.
Had the evening ended with me surreptitiously cleaning up myself of my transgressions with the napkins from the concession bar or even being publicly reprimanded by the ushers, I would have died happily. Spike and Rarity were both so attractive, and to have the privilege of watching their clandestine coupling was a beauty of which I felt distinctly unworthy. After the movie was over and we’d made it outside before the ushers found the evidence of our misbehavior, however, I looked my idol straight in the eye and said something I didn’t know I had in me.
“You two can stay at my place tonight, if you want.”
Rarity and Spike looked at each other with some mild surprise before turning back to regard me. “Really?” Rarity asked.
“Well,” I said, my face flushing despite my attempts to calm myself. “I invited you out here, and I’d hate for you to have to pay for a hotel on my account. I have plenty of room in my penthouse.”
Spike looked ready to protest, but, without taking her eyes from me, she stroked his arm to silence him. “That would be most welcome, Darling. What fun it will be to spend the rest of the evening with one of my dearest friends!”
My heart nearly burst at her praise, but I swallowed my feelings for the moment and hailed a carriage to take us back to my home. We settled into the comfortable interior, Spike and Rarity close together on the rear facing couch while I sat opposite them.
My heart warmed to see Ms. Rarity lean against her winsome beau, her cheek upon his bulky shoulder. My smile in response to her display of affection must have been noticeable, for she blushed and responded to my gesture.
"You look rather happy, Darling.” Her eyes smoldered as she gave me a long, knowing look. “Was the show that good?”
"Oh, yes," I said. "I mean, no, not so much the movie, but I'm just so charmed by how comfortable you two are with each other."
"It's an ease born of the magic of friendship," she said, lifting her muzzle up proudly. "We have been the best of friends for years, after all, since Spikey was a chubby little thing and I was only barely out of school and trying to make my mark on the world."
Spike nodded. “It’s surprising how easy it was to go from friends to lovers. It’s really the same, but… more.”
“More?” I asked.
“More... friendly.”
“About 20% more friendly,” Rarity added, giving Spike a coy grin, which made him stifle a laugh. I must confess I had no idea what they were talking about and would have taken them for a bit nutty had they been anypony else, but couples did tend to have their funny ways.
The carriage soon rolled up to my building, and I led them past the doorman and up the elevator to my penthouse suite. It was a spacious apartment, with the most luxurious amenities in Manehattan. There was only one actual bedroom, the other rooms dedicated to my passion, but it had a Princess-size bed that could probably accommodate all three of us if need be, though of course I was content to sleep on the sofa, which was amenable enough for the task that I had done so at times even when all alone.
“This place looks wonderful, Darling,” Rarity gushed. She took my shoulders and turned me to look into her eyes. “You’ve done so well for yourself since I first met you, Coco. I’m very proud of you, do you know that?”
I blushed and turned away, trying not to smile so wide that my face ripped apart. “Oh… yes, of course, Ms. Rarity. That makes me very happy.”
“We’ll have to talk more about your recent goings-on, Dear,” she continued. “But first, if you don’t mind, I feel a bit sticky after that movie.” She caught my embarrassed look as she said it and added, “From the seats, of course, I swear every patron there must have spilled soda on that seat.”
“O-of course,” I conceded. “You can use the Master Bathroom if you’d like. It has a big bathtub or you can use the shower, if you’d like.”
“Thank you so much, Coco my dear.”
She immediately turned and slipped the dress from her shoulders. I stared as the black fabric slid down her milky back, brushing against every defined curve before landing on the floor.
“Oh,” Rarity said, looking over her shoulder at me as she sashayed toward my bedroom, bare breasted. “You don’t mind, do you? I just couldn’t wait to get that old thing off, and it is just us girls…” She gave a flirty glance to Spike. “And, well, Spike has seen this quite enough times at this point.”
“Uh, no,” I replied, my eyes unable to tear themselves from the swaying of her hips. “Of course, we’re both girls, so… there’s nothing weird about that, right?”
“Not at all,” Rarity said turning around just as she entered the threshold of my bedroom, coyly hiding her succulent chest from my hungry sight as she peaked out. Her eyes remained locked on the two of us as she slipped behind the wall and made her way unseen to the bathroom.
I sat on the couch, stiff and red again as flashes of Ms. Rarity’s perfectly pink pussy being stretched by thick, throbbing dragon-cock flashed through my mind. I glanced briefly at Spike as he took a seat next to me, and my face surely burst into flames.
He laughed softly. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell when she’s being her natural, flamboyant self and when she’s just enjoying a good tease.”
I gave him a weak smile. “O-oh, I never thought she was teasing me…”
“She’s teasing you,” Spike said, flashing his sharp teeth and making me shiver at the exciting danger inherent in those predator’s teeth. “But don’t worry, she’s a generous mare. She always makes up for it... to her friends.”
I looked back toward my bedroom, where the sound of running water issued from the Master Bath tucked out of sight within. Images steaming droplets gouging rivulets Ms. Rarity's porcelain fur, exposing the pale pink flesh beneath, beading around her violet nipples and dripping from her mountainous buttocks.
"Oh, well..." I said wispily. "She really has nothing to make up for."
Spike clapped a hand on my shoulder, causing me to start. "You know, I felt the same way. Guess that's what makes a true friend, right?" The warmth in his eyes and the lightness of his voice made me relax to his touch.
“Oh, Spikey,” her voice rang out.
His response was immediate, his head swiveling toward her and fin-like ears swiveling to catch every vibration of her melodious utterance, reminding me of nothing less than a dog listening for its mistress’ voice. I couldn’t judge, of course, as my reaction was no different.
“I could use your assistance, please,” she continued, prompting her draconic beau to spring to his feet. “To scrub my back, understand.”
“Of course, Darling,” he replied. He looked back at me with a smile that I can only describe as goofy, and gave me a wink. “You know how it is, there are some places she just can’t reach on her own.”
My eyes glazed over again as he disappeared into my bedroom. Images of his prodigiously long member were burned into my retinae, and I seemed to remember some interesting facts about dragon tongues that sent shivers down my core. But as my mind summoned the images of him pounding deep into Ms. Rarity, I realized that in that dark theater with their bodies illuminated only by the flickering lights of the reflected projection, my recall was woefully inadequate. How frustrating.
A delighted coo heard over the rushing water pulled me to my feet. My face reddened and my thighs moistened as I felt my body draw forward as if of its own accord. My ears perked as I reached the door of my room, putting me within line of sight of the bathroom door, which remained wide open.
"Spike, my dear, you're so good with your hands," I heard Rarity say.
Spike's voice rumbled under the sound of the running bath. "And you're so good to put my hands on, milady."
I slid with my back against the wall toward the bathroom door, an intruder in my own home. My mind flashed back to the theater, when I swore Rarity's eyes locked with mine. It was as if she had known...
Face burning, I inched my face closer to the open door. I wondered briefly if I was doing the right thing, but when I heard Ms. Rarity’s soft moan, it hardly mattered. I peeked one eye into the bathroom.
Rarity’s white coat glowed in the fluorescent lights as she sat on the edge of the tub. Her back was to me, her feet soaking in the slowly filling tub. Her spine was arched toward the hands of her lover, who stood behind her, his shirt already removed displaying his bulging draconic muscles as he kneaded her shoulders.
I bit my lip as I watched Spike turn Rarity into putty beneath his touch. I could feel her need as she writhed and moaned, and frustration built within me. My hand trailed down my stomach and my fingers curled beneath my skirt.
Water splashed as she lifted her butt off the side of the tub and quickly turned toward her lover, grabbing his hands in hers as she knelt, her long, violet nipples proudly on display on her massive milky mounds as she hungrily examined the bulge hidden from my view. I stopped breathing as she reached for the front of his slacks and tore the button off as she opened her package. When her horn glowed a pale azure and pulled his semi-engorged member from its cotton prison, my hand gripped the front of my ever moistening panties as I felt my insides tighten in anticipation, my held breath escaping my lungs in a strangled moan that was thankfully covered by the sound of water.
“R-Rarity,” Spike said softly as his legs wobbled while she pulled on his dick with her magic. “It… it always feels so… weird when you do that.”
“What, you don’t like it, Darling?” she asked, giving him a feigned pout. “I always hear stallions going on and on about how they love how unicorns give magic jobs.”
He laughed nervously at her comment, giving a rather adorable little squeak as she pulled his smooth, stretchy sack into view, the round organs within hanging heavily within. “N-no! It’s great… that hot, tingling feeling really gets my cock hard in a hurry, but… it’s a little impersonal, isn’t it?”
“Oh, I see,” Rarity said, looking up from her ministrations to give him a wink. “A more personal touch, then?” She put her hands on his waist and pulled his trousers down as she released his fully erect dick, which bounced against her head before pointing itself straight toward the ceiling. “But first I want you to show off your magnificently tight arse, Love.”
His pants dropped around his ankles and he chuckled as he stepped out of them and kicked them idly back. “Show it off, huh? How are you going to see it from there?”
Rarity’s hands slid back to his defined cheeks and squeezed, her fingers barely sinking in, as if they were two large stones wrapped in a thin layer of rubber. “I must say, I am so glad Twilight taught you to lift all those heavy loads with your knees from a young age.”
I heartily agreed as my own fingers sank into my dripping panties. She pulled his violet mounds apart, the hairless hole between peaking at me, unobscured by his tail, which swayed in the air behind him. My breathing increased rapidly as I drove my knuckles against my clit, his beautiful behind burned into my brain.
Rarity released him and grabbed a bottle of fragrant oil from my bathroom caddy. She squirted it across the top of her chest and ran her hands down her breasts, pulling lightly at her nipples on the way, and then back up her cleavage, lifting and separating her breasts before letting them bounce back into place. She then grasped the sides of her gleaming globes and seized Spike’s throbbing phallus between them.
“Darling,” Rarity breathed, lightly brushing her lips against the knobby head of his shaft. “Would you be so kind as to fuck my tits, tonight? And quickly, before the tub fills completely.”
Spike gripped her shoulders. “Milady, it would be my pleasure.” His hips began to pump, and as I watched his buttocks clench powerfully with each thrust, I found my own fingers invading my cavern, plunging deeply within me to his beat.
“Oh, yes, Spikey,” I found myself whispering. “Fuck her tits.” I curled my fingers into my vagina, trying to hit my sweet spot as I watch his draconic dick disappear into the under cleavage of my idol only to burst through the top, meeting her waiting tongue and lips which licked and slurped desperately at him every time. My breasts grew hot and uncomfortable, and with my free hand I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, freeing them from their prison. As I watched Rarity caress her already rigid nipples, I licked took my wet fingers from my drooling pussy and spread my juices across my own, sending my dry hand to take over for its partner.
Soon I had to tear my eyes away from the heavenly sight as I leaned my back against the wall. I could still hear the light splashing of Rarity’s body rocking back and forth in the tub over the rushing water still filling the tub. Their joined pants and moans spurred me on as I arched my back and shimmied my panties and skirt down my legs and onto the floor. I made a dash for my bed and reached under my pillow, where a dear friend of mine was hidden.
The purple dildo was ridged, not unlike Spike’s draconic dick, but about half the size, which I had until now thought quite decently filling. I quickly made my way back to the bathroom door and peaked in. To my immense pleasure, Rarity chose that moment to let her breasts drop as she surrendered to her hunger.
I put the dildo to my lips and, mouth salivating as if I were about to eat the signature dish of a five-star restaurant, I slid it across the top of my welcoming tongue and to the back of my throat. My fingers danced across my vulva as Rarity did the same with Spike’s much longer member, her lips making it only halfway down before it met resistance. As she locked her lips around his shaft and pulled back along the length of his shaft, I did the same to my little friend, pressing my fingers deeper into my pussy as I went to my knees and elbows.
Spike grabbed the back of Rarity’s head and he pulled her back down as she smacked his butt and pushed herself down three quarters of the way to his base. I saw her eyes roll up into the back of her head as her neck seemed to expand and a thick, viscous fluid oozed from the corners of her mouth.
I pushed the dildo as far as it would go down my own throat, feeling myself gag as it tickled my uvula. I coughed, but continued to suck it as far as I could as my hips and hand worked together to pleasure my own overflowing hole, my small butt bouncing up and down.
Rarity continued to dominate dragon dick, her glucking and lustful sighs loud even over the bathwater. She pulled and clawed at Spike’s ass, now glistening with sweat and striped from her desperate pawing. She seemed to try to choke herself on it, strings of saliva pouring from her mouth and onto her flopping breasts.
I popped the dildo out of my mouth and moved it back to my pussy, plunging it inside as I saw Spike’s face take on the haunted expression of a man about to give out. “Cum, Spikey,” I panted as my legs spread further, letting my stomach touch the floor as I worked the rubber toy inside my clenching cavern. “Cum all over her, Spikey!”
Rarity released him from her mouth’s grasp, though ropes of saliva mixed with precum stretched between them, and she used one hand to pull at his shaft while she used the other to stroke his sensitive head. He also used a hand to jack off at the base of his penis while he leaned over Rarity, one hand balancing himself on top of her head.
“Cum on me, then, Spikey!” she cried as she pointed him toward her breasts, which she squeezed together with her elbows. “I want you to cu—”
I saw Spike’s pouch lift itself up as if being pulled back into his body and his dick seemed, beyond reason, enlarge even more, jerking up before his seed erupted from the tip, whipping across Rarity’s face and into her mouth. She jerked back in surprise and another blast of semen shot onto her chest, splattering just above her breasts.
“Yes!” I gasped as I saw him ejaculate again and again, his face frozen halfway between agony and ecstasy while Rarity laughed as her fur was drenched in the seed of her lover, licking it from her fingers even as it continued to drip onto her. My insides clenched and my vision went blurry as I held onto the vision of my two precious friends and let it push me over the abyss.
When I came to my senses after what seemed like an eternity, but was certainly only a few seconds, I heard Rarity splash back into the tub. There was no longer any sound of rushing water, and I idly wondered when she had time to turn the faucet off.
“Oh, dear, I really do need a bath, now, don’t I?” she said, giggling.
Spike cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, well… maybe we should make it quick, though?”
I glanced up from my prone position outside the bathroom door, looking with one eye into the bathroom. Spike sat naked on the side of the tub, his tail in the water as his other tail remained semi-erect as it bobbed in full view. Rarity was still in the tub, resting her cum-covered breasts atop the edge as she propped herself up with her elbows.
“I suppose,” she said. “After all, who was it who came up with such a marvelous idea as this?” She dipped her finger in a puddle of dragon seed that had pooled at the top of her cleavage and licked it clean. Then she smirked before winking coyly at me, lying naked on the floor with a fake dragon dick nestled comfortably in my vagina.
Imagine drowning in a pool of ice cold water, your oxygen running out and producing a euphoric feeling as your brain shut down, but at the same time your core throbs with the pleasure of orgasm, intensified as all other senses slip away to leave that pleasure as a fading echo in the void. It's apparently a thing amongst some ponies, with a suitably grandiose name to describe it. In any case, that was my experience as I realized that the couple I had been watching in the throes of their passion while I had been surreptitiously caring for my own were quite aware of my actions the entire time.
As I lay nude upon the floor, pink from embarrassment and dragon dildo still nestled between my slick, engorged labia, Rarity wrapped a body towel around herself. She giggled at my prone form as she traipsed out of the bathroom, a still-naked Spike in tow.
"Darling, you look quite a mess," Rarity said teasingly. She squat down and touched the base of the dildo, sending a pleasant shock through me from the smallest of movements.
"Nnnnnhh!"
Rarity raised an eyebrow, and with a widening smile pulled the masturbatory device from my spent chasm. She seemed to take no small delight in the way I shuddered from the almost-but-not-quite painful stimulation. She held it up and examined it.
"My, my," Rarity said. "I should have known you would be one of such distinguished... taste..." Her tongue darted out and she dragged it along the length of my instrument, my orgasmic leavings pooling on her tongue before she pulled it back in and swallowed.
"R-Rarity," Spike said admonishingly. Of course, I could see with my sharp fashionista eyes that his flaccid member had begun to swell again, wiggling ever so slightly as he watched her lewd display.
"Ooh, Spikey," Rarity said with a playful shoulder nudge. "You know I just like to get a rise out of you."
In the meantime, I had snapped out of my stupor and got to my knees, covering my shame with strategically placed arms. "M-Ms. Rarity... I'm so sorry. The door was open and I just... well, it was completely an accident! ... At first..."
"Coco, you look like some groveling peasant before a tyrant queen," Rarity said, bending down and holding out her hand. "Let me help you up."
I did, and she smoothed the ruffled fur of my bare chest in a sisterly manner that seemed somehow inappropriate now. "I really didn't intend to... to intrude."
"Oh, don't worry about a thing, Darling," Rarity said. "You liked what you saw, didn't you? In the theatre and here?"
"W-well," I said hesitantly. "I didn't dislike it."
"Obviously," Rarity said, wiggling my dildo, which I was coming even more to regret ever purchasing.
"Rarity, you're going too far," Spike interjected. He kept his eyes respectfully above my neckline as he stepped forward, though his own current state of undress I suspect would somewhat lower the impression of gentledragonliness. "Sorry, Coco, it wasn't exactly planned in advance, but Rarity has always had a bit of a fantasy about being watched while we... well..."
"I see," I said, averting my gaze. "So... when I saw you in the theatre and here in my home... you just took advantage of the situation when you saw me watching."
"Don't take it wrong, Darling," Rarity said. "Honestly, I wouldn't have felt right about it if it were anypony but you."
"Really?" I was honestly stunned by this revelation. I'd never entertained before the idea that my idol could ever hold me in as much regard as I did her, that I could be her sole confidante, of a sort.
"It's true," Spike said. "Believe me, we've talked about this kind of thing... and I feel the same way, if only because I know you'd never betray Rarity's trust."
My heart swelled. "Spike... Rarity... I don't know what to say."
"I suppose you could say we... I have been cruel," Rarity offered, folding her arms across her towel-clad chest. "It was selfish not to let you in on what we were doing... I thought perhaps you might get more pleasure from it thinking we didn't know, but that was just a rationalization. Of course you were terrified and guilty, and you needn't have gone through that." She lowered her head. "I am sorry for that."
"No, no," I responded, putting my hands upon her shoulders. "It was my choice to look, anyway. And it was... a very pleasant experience, overall. Seeing you... and him... well... you're both beautiful and... and sexy."
"You're rather cute, yourself," Rarity said, pressing her body closer so that her wrapped breasts rested on my bare chest and her arms wrapped lightly around the small of my back. "Especially when you're hot and bothered. Yes, like that."
"I'll agree with that," Spike said, grimacing in embarrassed arousal. I couldn't help but notice his member raising to halfmast quite suddenly. I felt my body warming in response.
"Perhaps we can do something to make it up to you," Rarity wondered.
As I vacillated between gazing into Rarity's crystal blue eyes and tracing the outlines of Spike's chiseled body with my eyes, a thought struck me. Perhaps it was the surrealistic tinge of the moment or perhaps I had become braver than I thought, but before I could think it over, it came tumbling out of my mouth.
"Maybe you could put on a real show," I said. "As in, a film. A movie. Of you two."
Rarity's eyes widened as she straightened. "Oh!"
Spike cleared his throat. "Uh... r-really? That's..."
"Brilliant!" Rarity exclaimed, dropping her towel in her excitement as she hopped up and down, her powder breast flopping wildly. "Oh, ide-e-a-a!"
I couldn't help but beam with joy as she brightened with inspiration. "What is it, Ms. Rarity?"
She put a finger in front of my nose and spoke with a sly voice. "We can get you a little movie directing experience."
"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?" Spike wondered, saving me the trouble.
Rarity folded her arms, a pleased look on her face. "Well, we've already let somepony else watch us making love. How much spicier would it be to have it on film and have our actions controlled by our audience."
"Uh," Spike said, drawing out his monosyllabic utterance ponderously. "That could probably go either way."
I steeled myself, disjointed thoughts swirling through my head at the possibilities. It was risky, of course, but this night seemed to be all about taking risks so far. "We won't know until we do it, will we? I won't let you down!"
By the time I had set up my camera on the tripod, Rarity and Spike were ready to begin shooting.
Rarity had dressed, barely, in a maroon nighty, the cups just a bit too small for her voluminous breasts so that with each breath the straps strained and a bit of the hardened violet flesh beneath peaked over the top. The nigh transparent fabric that fell from beneath her breasts to just over her wide hips gave a sneak peek of the g-string underwear that covered her groin, though I could see a bit of the groomed patch of purple hair emerging from the top. She lay seductively on her side, her head supported by one arm while the other lay over her side, her hand caressing her thigh.
Spike wore a tight, forest green speedo that showed off his steely buns and muscular thighs, of particular interest to me. Further, Rarity's beautifully adorned body in the room coupled with his knowledge of what was about to happen had reinvigorated him such that his engorged member strained against his tiny garment, the outline of every vein in stark relief against the material. So far did it push against its prison, that the top of the speedo didn't even touch his scales, allowing me a view of the base of his pulsing monstrosity as it emerged from his olive-colored underbelly.
I, myself, remained unclothed as requested by my guests, and my renewed excitement was made obvious by the almost painful erections upon my breasts and the lubricant running down my legs. I had laid out an array of my personal masturbatory instruments, though in this case they were not for my use as I would have to use both hands to operate the handcrank camera. Pushing my own needs out of my head for the moment, I focused the camera on our leading lady.
"I'm ready for my close-up, Ms. Pommel," she remarked with a teasing smirk.
I began to turn the crank. "Action," I said shakily.
Rarity's face lit up and she turned to Spike. "Oh, Darling, I know it would never work between us, but I simply cannot help myself! Your dragonly charm is just too much."
"But I just came to deliver pizzas and fix your plumbing!" Spike responded.
"And I see you've brought the right plumbing snake and also sausage for the job," Rarity said, putting a finger to the top of Spike's speedo, at which point his member burst free, slapping her across the face with it. "Oh!"
I inhaled sharply, the image striking a chord in me.
"Oh, I think our director liked that," Rarity stage whispered as she recovered and grabbed hold of Spike's rogue dick.
"Eh, let's try not to give you a black eye, though," Spike said.
Rarity snickered. "Agreed, I don't fancy the concealer necessary, but at least if anypony accused you of domestic violence we have video evidence."
"That's what I'd like to avoid," Spike said as he took his member from Rarity and rapped it against her cheek.
"Oh, Mr. the Dragon," Rarity squealed as she opened her mouth and licked his shaft. "I don't care that I'm married to your evil twin brother and also that I'm your boss at Pizza & Plumbing, Ltd., or even that our parents just got married making us step siblings as well as siblings-in-law, I just want you to ravish my body."
I licked my lips as I recorded, the slow rhythm of the crank a suitable substitute for what I really wanted to do for the moment. I then realized that they were glancing at me expectantly, as if waiting for something. Waiting for... direction! "Uh! S-suck his dick, now, please." I cleared my throat. "Deep-throat it, if you would..."
Rarity shrugged and got to work, opening her mouth wide, her tongue over her bottom teeth and her top lip curled under as she slid her head down his length. Her jaw strained as she approached the base and I swore I could see a bulge in her neck. As she bobbed up and down his shaft with a hearty "Gluck, gluck, gluck," her thick saliva coated his phallus and dripped down upon her chest and my bed like molasses.
Spike groaned, putting his hand on her head and combing her hair with his sharp claws. "Rarity, that's so good..."
Rarity popped her lips off the head of his penis and licked her lips, now a bright red. "Well, you do give me a lot of practice, Dear."
I zoomed in on Rarity's face. "Give him some teeth," I said softly. "Please?"
Rarity's eyes widened as she glanced at me and then up to Spike, who looked a bit worried. "Well... alright. I'll be gentle, my love." She took him gingerly between her fingers, sliding his length back down her throat. On the way back out, however, she untucked her top lip and let her teeth lightly graze his head.
"Aahhh!" Spike cried, his body tensing as he covered his face with his hands.
"Did it hurt?" Rarity asked with a concerned look.
"K-kinda," Spike squeaked. "I dunno... it's just so sensitive. M-maybe you can keep going. Just don't hit the same spot too much."
She complied, alternating the top and bottom rows of teeth as well as where along his penis she let them loose. She even pulled his scrotum from his speedo when pushed far enough so that her muzzle pressed against his abs.
My pelvis thrust of its own accord as I continued to record, roaming across both their bodies, cherishing their curves and the way they worked together to make a single mass of sexual power. My freely flowing pussy ached to be filled or touched or even breathed upon, but I concentrated on my work, ignoring my body's needs as I often did when completing a commission.
"You're lingering on my chest quite a bit, Coco," Rarity observed between nibbles. "Would you like to see these tits? You want me to take off these little G-cups and show you my juicy melons?"
I nodded dumbly, and removed the camera from the tripod, moving to the side of the bed and pointing the lens at her face up through her cleavage. My breath caught as she slowly lowered her bra, flashing me with her violet buds ready to bloom with arousal. She unhooked the back and let the full nighty fall to the bed before taking each breast in hand and pressing them together, pulling them forward as she lightly pinched at her nipples.
"Ah, yes," Rarity said throatily. "Free at last." She let her mounds fall and put her arms over her head, swinging her massive mammaries above the camera from the pendulous flesh that stretched from her body. "Now what should I do with these, Coco-baby?"
"I want you..." I would have liked to fill my drooling mouth with one of her floury loaves and suck every creamy drop from her, but I pushed such inappropriate thoughts out of my mind. "To suffocate Spike in a marshmallow Hell!" I said, surprising even myself.
"Yes, Director," Rarity said and then enthusiastically leaped on Spike, giggling like a schoolfilly. Over his muffled shouts of protest she smothered him between her breasts. "This is fun... but I have done this a few times before. Don't be afraid to get creative, Coco-baby."
My mind was racing. She was so readily compliant. Would she really be fine with my fantasies? "I... I want to see Spike hold you upside down and... and you both can pleasure each other... with... with your tongues!"
"Ooh, yes Director," Rarity said with a purr. She quickly released her panting prey and turned around, waving her bouncing buns over him.
Spike smirked. "Yes, Director." He jumped up, going from his back to his feet on the bed in an instant, holding Rarity up by her hips while she grasped his butt. They immediately began to lick at each other's sex, Spike lapping at her lips which spilled from either side of the g-string she wore.
"Rip that shit off with your teeth," I said with a lusty growl to my voice. I froze, taken aback by my language, but Spike obeyed immediately, his sharp teeth literally tearing the underwear into shreds. Hesitantly at first, I let myself indulge in more direct orders. "Now... now you go muzzle deep in that pussy. I want you to taste her cervix!"
Rarity released his cock and maneuvered her breasts, which had been resting over her chin, around it as Spike complied. "Ouaouah, Coco-baby, thank you so much!" She moved back and forth along his staff as she moaned, the momentum of each breast stroke also pushing her pelvis into Spike's face harder. "This is such a good feeling. I... I think I'm going to come..."
"Spike!" I ordered, mounting the bed to get a better shot of her pussy as it dripped juices down his chest. "Pull out!"
"D-dammit!" Rarity cried as Spike pulled his face back. She gasped as he retracted his tongue, as well, pulling a small spray of liquid from her. "Waaa-ha-ha-ha! I was right on the edge. I can still feel the wave making me tight."
"Keep stroking that fat cock," I commanded her, and she immediately silenced herself and resumed her rhythmic rocking. "You're not coming soon, are you?" I asked Spike.
"N-nah, it's going to take a lot more than that to finish at this point," he replied.
I nodded, "Right." I considered Rarity's butt resting before his face, my eyes tracing the features of her vulva, the thin strip of flesh above it and her puckered rectum to which it led. "That tongue of yours is rather long, isn't it?"
"Yep," Spike said.
I pointed to her asshole and smiled sweetly at him. "Please... give it to her here like you gave it to her pussy. And go deep."
Spike blanched. "Uhhh..."
"Come now, Darling," Rarity said with a laugh. "What the Director says goes."
Spike took a deep breath and opened his jaws wide before plunging into the valley of her rump. I could see his tongue working behind his cheeks, swirling about her anus.
"Open your mouth, please," I said, my breath coming shallow and rapid as I rubbed my thighs together and tried to focus on my work. "Let the camera get that shot."
He complied, and I saw his tubular pink tongue circling the opening at the bottom of Rarity's crevice, which now glistened with saliva. He teased it, and Rarity clenched for a moment before relaxing. He eased in slowly putting in at least six inches before he pulled another inch out.
"Ahhh," Rarity said. "This is a new experience. Very... new."
"Deeper," I ordered, fascinated with the sight of his flesh disappearing inside.
He pushed further into her, and I heard Rarity moan as his halting progress became a smooth onward march through her bowels, the way lubricated by his thick drool which coated his tongue and pooled around her taint, dribbling down into her vagina.
I went down to focus on Rarity's face, and saw her eyes rolled back in her head, a half smile on her lips as her jaw hung open and she let her own tongue loll out swaying with the motion of her continuing boobjob. "H-how does that feel?"
"Ohhh, so good," she told me. She bit her lower lip, crinkling her muzzle as she jiggled her breasts around Spike's shaft in alternating strokes. "It's like the most satisfying trip to the ladies' room I've ever had."
I moaned and felt my butt clench imagining the feeling. I shook it off and moved the camera up her body, lingering on her voluminous breasts enveloping the throbbing meat between, precum already coating the fur of her cleavage. I moved up past her solid but well-padded abs which were lathered with a light sweat, and back up to her rear.
"Spread your pussy," I told her, and she complied, pulling her labia apart with perfectly manicured nails to show me her unfilled holes.I could see that her vagina was gaping wide, begging for cock, while her urethra clenched near her hard clit. As Spike's tongue continued its trek, the walls of her vagina would contract sharply ever so often, squeezing her natural lube from its depths and onto Spike's chest.
"How does she taste so deep inside?" I asked Spike.
"Nnn," he said around his tongue. "Like the rest of her at first, but it got a little tart deeper in, and now it's a bit spicy, but it's got a nice zip."
Rarity giggled, which caused her to momentary clamp down on Spike's tongue. "I'm glad dragons seem to be able to eat and enjoy anything from gems to garbage or I'd be worried about you tasting my entire digestive tract, even if I did ggluhgh--"
She was cut off as she heaved and let go of her breasts to grab onto Spike's iron-hard legs for support. Her mouth opened wide, looking as if she were going to vomit, and her eyes rolled back inside her head while she stuck her tongue far out.
A second tongue, forked like a snake's, wrapped itself around Rarity's from inside her mouth, holding it like constrictor.
I zoomed in on the sight, amazed that he had managed to traverse her entire digestive tract to reverse tongue kiss her. My loins burning with excitement, I lowered them to the corner of the bed, pressing it hard into my clitoris and setting off an explosion of pleasure. It relieved the pressure minimally.
Rarity smiled, inspiration hitting her. She lowered her head back down and took his dick into her mouth, her small, fat pony tongue on one side while his flat serpentine tongue wrapped around the other side. She bobbed her head back and forth, her curls swaying between his legs and her body pressed tightly against his.
Spike groaned in ecstasy. His knees swayed like a willow in the wind and he fell back, catching himself with his tail so that the two lovers were suspended in a diagonal position. He gripped her voluminous cheeks more tightly, his claws pressing deep indents in her flesh as if it were made of foam. He buried his face in the cleavage between, his forehead pressing against the underside of her dock.
Rarity groaned and dug her pussy into his chin, grinding on it fiercely. Her head bobbed up and down on his draconic penis even faster, causing it to flush an even deeper red as it filled to the bursting point with blood. In the heat of passion, she reached a hand from one of his sturdy cheeks between his legs and pressed her middle finger into his anus.
Spike, quite literally, roared, pulling his head back as a puff of green flame erupted from his mouth, singing the fur on Rarity's rear end. His tail collapsed beneath him, sending him bouncing into the soft mattress.
Rarity gasped as they hit the ground. Her head came off of him just as, with a throaty groan, he sprayed his seed, shooting first into her open mouth before wildly laying ropes of semen across her face and chest, not to mention my formerly-clean bedspread.
"Oh, Darling, I was so close," she complained. "I thought you said you'd last."
"That," he said, panting. "Was a bit much, though."
"Didn't like it?" Rarity asked, looking back at him with his tongue hanging out of her mouth. I moved from my damp perch to angle my camera around to Spike's point of view to see her sperm-coated face looming seductively over two mountains, his tongue winding like a river from between them. "I figured you'd take as good as you gave."
"It was unexpected," Spike said, turning away shyly. "And... intense. But it felt good."
An idea struck me then, and an anticipatory smile spread across my face.
"Oh, I think the director has received some inspiration. Are we not done?"
"Not even close," I said, my mind going briefly to the unfulfilled ache in my gut that my grinding had failed to fulfill. "First, I want you to tongue his butt like he did to you."
"... I'll... give it a shot," she said uneasily. "Though I don't think I can get quite as deep." She gestured to his tongue still laying atop her own.
Spike retracted his tongue. "Yeah, I think I'll sit this one out. Tasting my own dick was weird enough, I don't really want to know what my butt tastes like." After a few seconds of reeling, the forked tip of his tongue whipped out of her, lashing her across the cheeks for good measure before retracting back into his mouth.
"Ooh!" Rarity squeaked. "This coming from a dragon who eats out of the trash."
"Not all the time!" Spike said defensively.
Rarity snorted and looked down at him, moving his limp, but still fairly long penis out of the way. "Alright, spread your legs a bit, please, Dear. Let's get this over with."
She slowly lowered herself down. "Well, at least it doesn't smell..." She furtively flicked her tongue out, tapping the edge of the hole. "Hm... doesn't... really taste bad, either."
"Don't tease, Ms. Rarity," I prodded, my body ready for the excitement to come.
She huffed, and visibly steeled herself before diving into his rectum. She inhaled deeply and wrapped her arms around his legs. I could see her reaching her tongue deeply into him, and her mouth was heavy with salivation.
"Oh! Oh, whoa!" Spike said, his back arching as he gripped the bed. "Rarity, you're... you're really into this..."
She pulled up, gasping for air. "It tastes like diamonds!" She declared. Then she dived back in, positively gnawing at his posterior.
"Uh..." I said, momentarily flummoxed.
"I... I guess that makes sense," he said. "I mean, jewels do make up the majority of my diet."
I continued to roll camera as Rarity licked and penetrated him and Spike's breathing became heavy and irregular. She even began using her fingers again, though this time it only resulted in minor twitching from cock. As they both got more into it, he relaxed his muscles and let himself gape wide for her probing fingers and tongue.
"Now," I said, attempting to suppress the quaver in my voice from the volatile upheaval within my body. "Put your dick in that ass!"
Spike cleared his throat. "Uh... I'm still not quite recovered..."
"Not you," I explained, and pointed to a fake horsecock with straps attached. "Rarity is going to put her dick in your ass."
Spike paled, while Rarity looked intrigued. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked. "Oh, I've always wondered what it would be like, but never felt it proper to try..."
It was exactly what she thought it was. A marvel of unicorn spellwork and earth pony craftsmareship, this strap on dildo was no simple prosthetic, but could mimic almost perfectly the feel and function of having a biological penis. I often used it myself, though so far it had been purely as a fantasy masturbation aid.
Rarity was already tightening the straps of the device over her mound, her butt cheeks being both lifted and separated. I could see the moment when its magic transferred the sensitivity of her clitoris to the head and of her vagina to the shaft of the dildo. Even the finely crafted false foreskin would now be connected to the same nerves as her vulvae. When she grasped the shaft with both hands and gently stroked it with one, earning a moan from her and a stiffening and elongating of the false penis, I knew she was ready.
"Get on all fours, Spikey," she said. "I'm going to ride you, pony-style."
Spike gulped, but did as she said, obviously remembering how it felt to have her inside him to override his ingrained reaction to the prospect of having a foreign object inserted into his anus. "You're going to put that in here?"
"Oh, don't worry, Spike," Rarity said with a delicate laugh as she continued stroking the cock, letting it engorge just as her own vaginal walls and clit were doing. "If my pussy can take that big dong of yours with some... adjustment time, your ass can take this. It's far more stretchable, you know."
She knelt down and positioned the head of her hardened dick above his own semi-erect phallus, and wrapped his tail around her arm before taking a firm grip on his tail. She was squatting down, now, and with a slow waddle she moved forward, at the same time pulling on his tail. She penetrated him, spreading his ring wider than ever.
"Ahh, Rarity," Spike groaned, his back arching down as he was filled by her. "Uhh... it feels... just like you."
"It's so amazing," Rarity marveled as she slid her hips ever closer to his bottom. "I... I can feel the tightness right at the beginning from all sides. I can feel as I brush up against the walls inside. I feel every contour." She finally brought him to her hilt and put a hand gently on his shoulder. "And I just want to pound it!"
"U-uh?" Spike said.
She began to work her hips back and forth, pumping purposefully into him, her thighs smacking his butt like a drum. Each thrust sent a ripple through her own buttocks, and her sculpted back muscles flexed pleasantly. I watched as her firm breasts bounced higher and higher as she drove into him more forcefully.
"Rarity!" Spike cried. "Ah, Rarity, you're making me so... so hard!" He certainly wasn't lying. I could see his cock swinging underneath him in shadow, no longer showing any sign of flaccidity.
"Let me see it, Ms. Rarity!" I demanded. "I want to see what you're doing to him."
She responded without hesitation, grabbing his legs and lifting up from her squatting position with the speed of a professional weightlifter. When he had braced himself against her, she reached around to his front and grabbed his shaft, already moist with his dribbling precum, and ran her hand up and down its length for the camera.
"So good..." I whispered, my legs wide as I humped the air, my groin and thighs covered in my juices. I squeaked as I suddenly felt something poke at my entrance, and looked down to see one of my smaller toys floating there, encapsulated in a light blue aura. I looked up at Rarity, who gave me a smirk and a wink without missing a thrust, and I slowly nodded in return, grateful for the assistance.
Rarity pushed the bullet against my clitoris, turning the buzzer on to maximize my stimulation, though I was already vibrating enough as it was that it was probably needless. In any case I let her probe around my vulva while I continued to crank the camera and she continued to hold Spike up by the legs, rut his ass, and jack him off at the same time. Even compared to the multitasking I was doing, her skill was astounding.
Spike, meanwhile was getting involved in this new experience, bouncing in sync with his lover's thrusts, his tail now wrapped around her waist and pulling them together. He was panting flame as his dick was now fully recovered and throbbing in Rarity's hand.
I felt a new prodding and saw that Rarity had levitated a transluscent purple dildo about the size of Spike's fully erect penis under my tail with its tip teasing me between the lips. The bullet took a firm position just beside my clitoral hood. I flicked my tail aside and leaned over, resting my elbows on the bed with the camera pointed up and I rocked my hips back to engulf the head of the dildo. Electricity shot through me at once.
Rarity withdrew from Spike and flipped him around, putting his back on the bed with his head right in front of me. She crashed on top of him, quickly settling between his legs, and I felt Spike's shuddering exhalation on my neck as she penetrated him again.
I gasped at the same time, for she had at that moment shoved the dildo the rest of the way inside me, and I mean entirely inside. I could feel it hit my cervix as it stretched me to the limit. It burned with a painful ecstacy that nearly did me in, but I saw Rarity hovering over Spike and me, glistening with exertion as her body jolted forward and back and I just had to capture it on film.
I felt Spike's breath on my tingling breasts and realized he had a full view of my own naked body as he was being railed by Rarity. I wondered if he was even now looking at how my hardened nipples bounced just a hair's breadth from his snout. The sudden rush of embarrassment only made the sensations more acute, and I began to come hard all over the bedroom rug, and I cried out demandingly for more.
Rarity complied when she levitated another dildo, this one as big as hers, and rolled its tip around in the rivers of my natural lubricant. She then pressed it teasingly against my butthole, giving a daring look to the camera as she rode Spike's butt.
I licked my lips and looked down at Spike, who looked positively catatonic. "Spike... you need to fuck Rarity, now. Fuck her right in the pussy. And the ass!"
Like a very motivated robot he took Rarity in his arms and pulled her from him, letting her strap-on smack his chest as he slammed her down on his steely cock. His tongue shot out of his mouth as she squealed and wrapped around the length of the false penis. Finally, he spread her ass cheeks and drove his spade-like tail into her asshole.
She groaned, throwing her head back and spasming with the sensation of his tongue and dick both working the same orgasmic nerves as well as being filled completely inside.
She and I experienced the same rhythms in both our loins as she matched up the thrusts of the dildos in my holes with Spike's alternating thrusts into her. I simply rested my breasts on Spike's head, his headspike between my cleavage, and kept rolling.
"Ohh, Spikey," Rarity squealed as she ground her hips and pulled at her tongue-wrapped dick. She let her tongue hang out and drool oozed from it onto her bouncing breasts. "Coco-baby," she cooed. "I'm going to come. Spikey, are you ready?"
"Yes, Rarity," Spike grunted, pushing his head into my chest. "It's happening!"
Rarity pushed herself off of Spike's dick and howled as the strapon did its last magic trick. As her innards violently contracted, making her entire body shake, the strapon pulled the fluids rushing through her canal toward the exit into its own internal reservoir. It then pumped, in time with her orgasm, the slightly milky juice out of the tip of her false dick. Her ladylike coming sprayed across Spike's body and spattered over me and my camera.
At the same time Spike arched his pelvis up and his cock exploded with thick, white whips of sperm. It shot over him and with impressive accuracy covered my back and tail. I shuddered as the burning missiles rolled down my ass and toward my pussy, where they were undoubtedly pushed inside me by the dildos still ramming my holes.
The sensations of the two thick cocks slamming my insides along with the light sweetness of Rarity's lube and the heavy hotness of Spike's sperm sent me over the edge again. I dropped the camera on the bed and collapsed, my breasts pressing into Spike's face as I gripped onto his sides, riding out the orgasm. I tried to ignore his spent penis lying in front of my face, but when I felt Rarity's weight and the hard rocks of her nipples in my back, and then her tongue lapping up the places where Spike's artillery rounds had splashed, everything clicked into place.
Spike's dick. Rarity's tits. Why, Rarity's pussy and dick. They were all around me. So close. I was covered in their orgasmic fluids and I could feel them sandwiching me in. Had I just ceased being a voyeur of their sex games? Was I now... a participant?
Did I want to be?
