Rarity feels guilty about all the work Spike has done for her over the years. In order to soothe her guilt, Rarity decides to be Spike's maid while he stays with her for the weekend. Spike is hesitant though, and things take a turn that neither of them expected.
Anthro and maid (you should of got that from the covert art).
“Twilight, darling, I’m over here” a white unicorn beckoned, she was sitting at a small table on an outside patio. She had long, smooth, furry legs, a curvy ass, and large perky breasts; she wore a flowing white sleeveless dress that ended before her knees, it had light sapphire blue trim that matched her eyes and purple swirls stemmed from the trim matching her expertly styled mane, tail, and fingernails.
“Hey, Rarity,” a purple unicorn waved, answering her friends call. She walked over to the table on her own long legs, a much smaller rear, and a nice playful set of medium sized breasts. She was sporting her normal purple and pink sweater vest, as well as a pink and purple striped mini skirt.
“So, Twilight, what did you want to talk to me about? Also, I love your choice of rendezvous, such a quaint little restaurant.” Rarity sipped on a cup of tea she had ordered while waiting for Twilight.
“I wanted to thank you again for offering to watch Spike while I’m in Canterlot this weekend.”
“You’re welcome, dear; it’s no big deal really.”
“Actually, that’s not the only reason I asked you here.”
“Oh?” she perked up, hoping for some juicy gossip.
“How to put this… I don’t want you to overwork Spike while he’s staying with you,” Twilight said, nervously voicing her concern.
“Excuse me?!” Rarity asked, outraged at the accusation.
“Come on Rarity. You know that you have a habit of using Spike’s feelings towards you to get favors and work out of him. He’d move your boutique across town if it’d make you happy. I don’t want him coming home Monday night and being too exhausted to move Tuesday,” Twilight said, abandoning her nervousness and adapting a blunt tone.
“I do not take advantage of him! He does stuff for you, too!” Rarity said, her voice escalating to match her rising offence.
“He’s my assistant, and I never push him too far! Nor does he do it for free; he gets food, a place to live, and payment for his assistance. Rarity I’m not trying to offend you, but you have to be aware of the lengths Spike goes for you. You’re not blind, and we both know you’re too smart to be oblivious of it.” Even though she had been trying not to, she knew that she sounded accusing and angry, in part because she was, but also because Rarity had attempted to claim that Twilight used Spike.
“Why don’t you just ask one of the other girls to watch him then?” Rarity slammed her fist against the table.
“He’s eighteen, and he wanted to be left alone. He only agreed to stay with you, because it was you.”
“Fine, I’ll show you! Spike won’t lift a finger this weekend; I’ll wait on him for a change!” Rarity got up and stormed off.
“Too easy, just have to know which buttons to push. I hope Spike appreciates this chance to show Rarity how hard it is to wait on someone hand and hoof or I guess in his case hand and claw. A change of perspective is always good for a relationship after all, at least that’s what my book says, and I’ve never doubted my books before.” Twilight tapped her fingers together, proud of how well her plan was going. She ordered breakfast, blissfully unaware of just how well her plan would work.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The door to Carousel Boutique swung open and in walked a tall figure.
“Rarity, are you in here? Why is it so dark?” the figure asked, his strong voice piercing through the darkness.
The door slammed behind the figure and the light flickered on. The figure was a tall amethyst purple dragon with large leathery wings that draped down his back and green spikes running down his head, along his back, and all the way to the tip of his tail. He wore a black coat with emerald green flames raging upwards into the darkness, a tan t-shirt made to look like parchment, black dress jeans, and a green knapsack slung over his back.
“Hello, Master,” a sweet voice said, gracing his ears.
Spike swung around and froze. In front of him stood the love of his life, his goddess, and while he had been looking for her, he hadn’t expected this. She was wearing a French maid outfit that showed off her bountiful cleavage and ended in an extremely short skirt revealing her long legs and black intricate stockings.
“Here, Master, let me take your bag.” Rarity took Spike’s bag from his back, and placed it on a shelf near her couch. She was holding back a laugh as she did so. She knew Spike would react like this when he saw her in her new hand-sewn maid outfit. In fact, she had spent all day just waiting to show it off to him, she enjoyed teasing him, he was just so cute when he was nervous. “So Master, can I get you anything, or do anything for you?”
Spike snapped out of his comatose state, “Rarity, why do you keep calling me Master?”
“I keep calling you Master because, until Twilight comes back Monday, I’m your maid and you’re my Master.”
“Why?”
Rarity was a bit surprised, she had expected him to be too focused on her new look to even care. “I thought it would be a nice change of pace. You always help me out and wait on me hand and claw after all.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
She couldn’t believe how determined he was not to let it go. “Twilight might have mentioned that I overwork you sometimes, and I may have wanted to prove her wrong.”
Suddenly, Spike seemed disappointed. “Oh,” he sounded sad. “Rarity… look you don’t have to do this to prove anything. I work hard for you because I want to, there’s nothing to feel guilty about.”
Rarity was shocked, here he was given the opportunity to have the mare of his dreams wait on him for an entire weekend, and he was telling her not to. He even said she had nothing to feel guilty about. She had never mentioned feeling guilty, how dare he assume such a thing! She was not letting him off the hook that easily! “Master, I insist. Until Twilight picks you up Monday I’ll do whatever you ask of me. I’ll make your meals, fetch you drinks, and any other order you can think of.”
“Rarity, it’s not necessary. You can just go put on your normal clothes and we'll enjoy a normal weekend. Make a few dresses, hunt for gems, and I can help you with the chores around here.”
He was doing it again! He was trying to do all the work and get nothing in return! He was undermining not only her authority but her generosity and the thought she had put into his special weekend. “Master, this is not up for debate.”
“And what if I order you to do it?”
She hadn’t expected this response but enough was enough. “If you do that I won’t talk to you for the rest of the weekend, maybe even ever again. This is a gift from me, Master, and I won’t have you throwing it away like some tacky shirt.”
Spike was starting to realize just how serious Rarity was about this. Still he had no interest in her pretending to care for him while she pranced around and played maid. He wanted her to love him like he had loved her all these years not just feel obligated to pay him back. He knew that if he came up with an order insane enough she wouldn’t fulfill it, then she would have to give up this act. She might be angry with him for a bit, but she’d get over it before the weekend ended. They could spend the rest of the time together getting closer, just as he had hoped. “So you’ll complete any order then?”
“Yes.” Finally he was seeing how amazing her gift was.
“And what if you refuse?”
“I won’t refuse.”
“If you do, will you agree to let this be a normal weekend?”
“Sure, but I’m not going to falter, Master.” Rarity’s confidence and excitement soared; this was going to be fun.
Spike took a seat on the couch. “I order you to remove your bra and panties” Spike smirked at his cleverness. Sure it wasn’t the politest thing to order, nor would she be happy with him, but it was for the best. Now she could just refuse, forgive him in a few hours, and then they could enjoy their weekend.
“WHAT?” Rarity was taken by complete surprise. She had never expected such a vulgar request from Spike with his boyish charm.
“I said take your bra and panties off, right here in front of me. In fact, give them to me; you’re not allowed to wear any until Twilight picks me up. Or you could refuse, and we can have a nice quiet weekend.” Spike stuck his hand out waiting, this would end now.
Rarity gave in. “Of course, Master.” She removed her bra first, unbuttoning it from the back and pulling it through the front of her shirt. Next she carefully slid her panties down her legs, making sure to give nothing away, and stepped out of them once they were on the floor. She bent down and picked them up. She then placed both pieces of her lingerie in Spike’s hand. She couldn’t believe she had just done that and worse yet how much she had enjoyed doing something so dirty in front of Spike.
Once again, Spike was in a state of shock as he watched the mare of his dreams remove her underwear while keeping her clothes on. He felt them shoved into his hands. He looked down and felt something wet. He put the bra on his leg and lifted the panties up to the light. There was a wet spot in the middle where her flower met the fabric. She had gotten aroused from being humiliated and degraded like that. Spike couldn’t believe it; he looked up at his love and realized she was watching him inspect her panties. “Ver- very good. Start cleaning up in here.”
Unable to turn away, Rarity watched as Spike looked over her panties; she had seen the wet spot almost instantly. She hoped Spike would see it, point it out even. She didn’t know where this was coming from, she was a lady and ladies didn’t act like this! Even as she went about cleaning the room, she could feel Spike’s eyes on her. She was bending over way further then necessary to do the cleaning, and was using her tail to barely cover herself. Spike had a perfect view of her luscious ass and diamond-shaped cutie mark; all he had to do to see everything was order her to move her tail. It would be so easy for him to do, and it would be so embarrassing, so demeaning, and so damn hot. She could feel the heat in her marehood increase as her arousal started dripping. Maybe he’d notice, maybe he’d make her lick the mess up with her tongue, or maybe he’d punish her for being so dirty. She had to have more, she needed it! She could feel her tits stiffen as if begging to give him something else to notice about her naughty little body.
Spike was sitting on the couch, losing his mind. Every time she bent over he would almost catch a glimpse of her… No, he had to focus; he couldn’t let his imagination wander over to that amazing mark on her… FOCUS! How could he salvage this situation and get everything back to normal? How could he get her to move that tail? He could just order her to… Son of a bitch, he was doing it again. Maybe if he got her out of the room for a few minutes, he could come up with a plan.
“Rarity you’re doing great, but could you go make dinner? I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“Of course, Master.” Rarity bowed to Spike and headed into the kitchen.
Rarity couldn’t believe how disappointed she was as she started on dinner. Here she had given him a chance to completely take advantage of her, and instead he had just sat there staring at her. Why couldn’t he let go and give into his desire and wants? He was just being such a gentledrake about it… He was being a gentledrake… The characteristic she wanted that every single would-be suitor failed to achieve. In fact, why was she so interested in being degraded and used by Spike? She had never felt this way with anyone before and Blue Blood had humiliated her to no end. So why then did she want Spike to treat her like some plaything?
Maybe if she thought about the differences between Spike and Blue Blood she’d have her answer. Blue Blood was a prince, a pompous arrogant jerk, a complete jackass, narcissistic to no end, and a total tool. Spike was a dragon, a gentledrake in fact, he was kind, he constantly put other’s needs in front of his own, and she loved him. Wait what was that last one… No, that can’t be right… Sure he was cute, more so though he was handsome, and he was kind, always being attentive to her needs, but she couldn’t love him. Could she? Is that why she enjoyed teasing him so much? Why she had instantly volunteered to watch him? Why she had been so offended by Twilight accusation of her using him? Why she had gone to such great lengths to prove Twilight wrong? Well, so what if she loved a dragon?! She wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. She would just have to push until he realized on his own that she wanted him to take charge of her. By the end of the weekend he was going to degrade her, humiliate her, use her, and make love to her.
Spike sat in the living room trying to find an answer to his dilemma. Nothing so far had come close to even being the slightest bit feasible. “Maid” Rarity had left him more aroused than he’d ever been, and it had only been an hour at most. How could he possibly last a whole weekend with her like this? He’d end up saying or doing something stupid, and then she’d never talk to him again. All the years he’d spent building their relationship and loving her, just hoping that one day she’d love him back, would be wasted due to one damn weekend. He could try to order her to do something worse than walking around without underwear, but she’d never comply and she’d hate him forever. He could try to give her the bra and panties back, but she would think he was going back on his order. That would be just as bad as ordering her to stop being his maid and then she might never talk to him again.
How did she think becoming his maid was a good idea in the first place? Sure Twilight had put the idea she overworked Spike into her head, but he knew she didn’t tell her to dress up as a maid and let him play master all weekend. Maybe she did it because she felt genuinely guilty about using him. Maybe she was worried that he wouldn’t love her if she just accepted his help without some kind of reward. Why would she care if he loved her though? Unless… she loved him. No, that was crazy. Sure, he wanted her to love him more than anything, but he was nowhere near good enough for her. What could she see in some punk of a dragon after all?
“Master, dinner is ready.”
Spike was thrilled to escape from his thoughts but terrified of being alone with Rarity once again. He walked into her dining room and saw her standing next to the table facing him. In front of her on the table was a plate of gemstones and a glass of water. He sat down at the table making sure to sit as straight as possible, lest his manners fail in front of his love.
“It looks great, Rarity, but what are you going to eat?”
“I ate before you came over, Master.”
Spike went to grab a ruby to eat, but, before he could, Rarity picked it up.
“Allow me, Master.” Rarity bent over the table in front of Spike and brought her face inches from his. She lifted the ruby to his lips. “Here, have a bite, Master.”
He knew better then to argue with her and took a large bite, eating more than half of the precious stone. “It’s delicious, Rarity, but I’ll have to take it from here, wouldn’t want you losing a finger.”
“Oh, I know how to solve that problem, Master.” She placed part of the gem in her mouth.
“Rarity, what are you do-”
In a instant, Rarity closed the gap between them and sealed his lip with a kiss. She slowly slid the ruby into his mouth with her tongue, and as she pulled away she brushed her tongue against his fangs.
“How was it, Master?” she asked, mustering up every bit of innocence she could.
Spike’s face turned red as he swallowed the small piece of ruby whole, “Delicious.” He could still taste her in his mouth. He could feel her tongue against his fangs. He started feeling a different kind of hunger, and he knew he had to do something before it overcame him. “I’m feeling rather full. I’ll just clean up.”
“Master, you really must stop doing that. I’m here to serve you, remember.” Rarity picked up the plate and walked towards the sink. She smiled to herself as she let one of the gems slide off the plate and onto the floor. “Woops, clumsy me.” She bent over to pick the gem up, but this time she didn’t cover herself.
His eyes followed Rarity as she went to pick the gem up. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing though. Rarity’s tail was a little too far to the left, and he was being treated to a full view of her marehood and ass. The image burned into his mind, as she started slowly standing back up. She looked over her shoulder, and Spike was hoping that she hadn’t seen him staring at her or the dark red blush that his scales were hopefully hiding.
Rarity was quite proud of herself as she noted how red Spike’s face looked. She had never done something so perverted as showing off her assets to anyone before, yet here she was giving Spike’s eyes a full course meal of her. She found herself thrilled from being watched, and she hoped Spike had noticed just how wet she was.
“Rarity, I’m feeling a bit tired. Where am I sleeping?” Spike asked, trying to end the night before things got any weirder. Sure, he enjoyed it, but the risk was just too great.
“Well you could sleep in my bed with me, Master,” Rarity suggested.
“Um no, I think I should have a bed to myself, and not yours,” Spike swallowed.
“Of course, Master, you can stay in the guest bedroom. Let me get your bag for you.”
“Thanks, Rarity.”
“Anything for you, Master.”
Rarity led Spike upstairs to her guest bedroom, next to her own room, and over to the bed. She placed the bag on the ground next to the bed being careful not to bend over. She wanted Spike to believe his peek earlier was accidental.
“Looks great. Thanks again for having me this weekend.”
“Oh, no need, Master, I’m happy to have you this weekend. I just hope you’ll be happy to have me.” Rarity cooed seductively, and quickly walked out the door before Spike could respond, leaving him confused about her statement.
Try as he might, Spike just could not get to sleep. All he could think about was Rarity and her recent behavior. He could still taste her on his lips, feel her warmth as their lips met, and he couldn’t get the image of her exposed out of his mind. He could still see every detail: her teal triple diamond-shaped cutie marks, her white furry ass, her cute, little butthole, and that incredibly tight, white, furry flower. He’d never get any sleep at this rate; he needed to relieve himself. It was her house, hell she was in the next room, he couldn’t do that… could he? If he didn’t he’d never get any sleep.
With a sigh, Spike got up and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed a few pieces of tissue paper and headed back to his temporary bed. He unbuttoned his pants, still doubting his decision, and pulled them down.
“Need some help with that, Master?”
Spike froze, literally caught with his pants down. “Rar- Rarity it’s not what you think.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Master. It’s perfectly natural for a young man to need to relieve stress.” Rarity stepped out of the shadows in front of Spike still wearing her maid outfit. “Allow me.” Rarity pushed Spike onto the bed and proceeded to pull down his boxers.
“Wait a min, Rarity!”
“No, I think we’ve both waited long enough, Master. Now just sit back and enjoy.” Rarity looked at Spike to discover he was missing something essential to her plan. “Where’s your… tool?”
“It slides out from the scales near my waist.” Giving into his desires, Spike decided against fighting her. After all, he’d always dreamed of her doing something like this.
Rarity breathed gently where Spike indicated and was awarded with two large testaments to dragon virility. “You have two?”
“It’s a dragon thing.”
“Well, yay for dragons,” Rarity replied, with a sexy smile. Rarity pulled the top of her dress down revealing her sizeable bust and teal nipples. She brought Spike’s twin dragons together and began slowly working her tongue up and around then back down. She stopped suddenly and gave Spike a mischievous look. Then she surrounded Spike’s lower shaft with her generous breasts and began sucking on his top one. She began taking more and more of Spike into her mouth, slowly at first, as she used her hands to begin squeezing and moving her boobs up and down against Spike’s lower rod. She finally managed to take all of Spike’s sizeable length, moving back and forth with her mouth, as she looked up into his eyes with her half-lidded ones.
Spike was amazed he could even still think with how great he felt, he had never even imagined such a state of ecstasy was possible. He could feel her throat and mouth as she took him in. Her hot breath, moist mouth, and beautiful, tight, lips were driving him crazy but add on the way she was sucking him and rolling her tongue along his shaft and it was almost too much. He could feel the warmth from her breast, the fur against his exposed lower member, and the movements and squeezing from her hands. With no idea how he had lasted this long, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer as he felt a familiar feeling of release from deep within.
“Rarity, I’m gonna cum,” Spike managed, in a half growl, half pant.
She quickened her pace as she felt her own arousal increase at the thought of having Spike cum in her mouth and all over her breasts.
With a powerful roar, Spike came shooting a stream of emerald fire upwards into the dark room.
Rarity could feel drops of something almost scaldingly hot shoot all over her chest, but was preoccupied trying to swallow all of the sticky, salty, incredibly hot liquid pouring down her throat and into her mouth. She had never experienced something so satisfying and exhilarating as what was happening. She came to her orgasm, soaking her legs and the floor from the juices, from nothing more than her own excitement and the experience of swallowing Spike’s. Rarity removed herself from Spike to catch her breath, and began using her tongue to clean up the rest of the hot liquid on Spike, making sure to get every last drop.
“Wow, Rarity… that was amazing,” Spike spoke, trying to maintain his balance with his arms.
Coming face to face with Spike, Rarity swallowed the last of his cum. “I’ll say, Master. You weren’t the only one who enjoyed themselves either.” Rarity lowered her hand down to her marehood and slowly swept two of her fingers across coating them in her juices. She brought her fingers up in front of Spike’s face so he could clearly see her orgasm. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked off her cum, noting how sweet and salty she tasted. She kissed Spike, sticking her tongue in his mouth and moving it over every inch, effectively coating his mouth with her taste. Rarity broke the kiss and looked at Spike’s face; he had a rather drunken smile and a look of disbelief. She loved it.
“Goodnight, Master, call me if you need more relief or anything else.” Rarity walked out of the room leaving Spike in a state of euphoria.
Spike collapsed backwards on to the bed exhausted and happy. This whole thing had been so amazing that it had to be dream. He hoped he’d never wake up from it as he managed to pull up his boxers and pants. He could have sworn he heard Rarity scream his name in pleasure, before falling asleep on the bed.
Rarity sat on her own bed wondering what had possessed her to do something so wrong, so unladylike, and so thrilling. She could still feel the arousal pour out of her; her orgasm, instead of quenching her fire, had only succeeded in making it stronger. Slowly she moved one hand down to her marehood as she thought of what she’d done with Spike. She started slowly rubbing her fingers across it, moaning in pleasure. She could tell that she was more than ready as she inserted two fingers into herself, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated. She used her free hand to gather Spike’s cum off her chest and then lick her fingers clean, amazed by how warm it still was. She began moving the two fingers inside her in slow, circular motions; then she started spreading them apart and bringing them back together. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, she knew it wouldn’t be long until she finished; she moved her fingers straight to her most sensitive area and brought her cum covered hand down to rub her clit. “SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEE!” She screamed out in ecstasy, as her second orgasm of the night rolled over her and soaked her sheets. She hoped Spike was still awake to hear her scream out his name. For a moment she considered covering herself with her blankets, but instead found that the warmth in her stomach and the idea of Spike walking in on her completely exposed and drenched in her own pleasure, would be more than enough to keep her warm for the night. She fell asleep dreaming of all the ways she and her Spikey-Wikey would enjoy tomorrow.
A sliver of light fell upon the form of a sleeping purple and green dragon. His tail was tucked between his legs and he was holding the spaded end in his arms, cuddling it. “Rarity you’re so beautiful, and your hair smells so nice,” he whispered lovingly to his tail.
A white hand shook him awake gently, “Master, it’s time to wake up.”
“Rarity, I don’t want to get up,” he mumbled hardly awake. “I was having the greatest dream about- RARITY!” Spike’s eyes shot open, and he jumped backwards landing his back against the headboard. He took a glance at the mare he loved, and then at the tail still held protectively in his hands. He released his tail and quickly forced it back between his legs. A blush crept on his face; it was not the most masculine position to be caught in.
Rarity giggled gently, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re so cute, Master. You’ll be happy to know I already got your clothes ready. They’re waiting in the bathroom for you.”
Spike took a moment to take in the beautiful Unicorn. She was gorgeous, stunning, and perfect, so nothing out of the ordinary, except she was still wearing her maid outfit from yesterday. “Thanks, Rarity.”
“My pleasure, Master.” She went to turn around and leave, but suddenly faced Spike as he went to get off the bed, his feet touching the floor. She was standing directly in front of him as her hands gripped the hem of her dress. “I made sure to follow your order and not put on any panties.” She smiled sheepishly and innocently as she lifted her skirt up revealing herself to her love. Her cheeks flushed red as she watched his due the same. Unlike before, this was a very obviously deliberate and close-up, intimate view of her.
Spike was now face-to-waist with Rarity. His eyes took in the gentle, soft, white fur on her waist, hips, and legs. Next, his eyes fell on a small tuft of perfectly taken-care-of purple hair right above the last of her revealed form. There in front of his very eyes sat her marehood. The snow-colored fur ended where the lips met and soft teal flesh glistened, revealing itself in small hints. His head attempted to move of its own accord to taste the mesmerizing opening, before his mind kicked in and stopped it. He was not sure how long they were there frozen in that position, but he knew it was much longer than was necessary to reveal she was not wearing any underwear. “V-very good.”
“I’ll follow any order you give me, Master.” She held her skirt another second longer allowing him one last look, before dropping it. She stared into his eyes for a moment, practically feeling the hunger coming from them. She pressed her legs together attempting to stop herself from soaking the floor right then and there. Part of her knew what she was doing was not acceptable, but the larger part did not care. She needed this, and he deserved it. She started out of the room.
“Wait. You weren’t supposed to wear a bra either.” Spike sat there wondering where that voice that sounded an awful lot like his had come from.
“Correct, Master,” Rarity said, turning back around.
“Show me.” Wait a minute. That came out of his mouth. He had just ordered Rarity to show him her breasts! What the hell was wrong with him? Why could he not take his eyes off of her hands, now wrapped around the collar of her outfit?
Rarity once again felt the rise of excitement and embarrassment as Spike ordered her to show him her bare chest. Unlike yesterday though, this time he knew full well that she would obey his perverse demand. Her heart fluttered in anticipation as she tugged down on the cloth, causing her breasts to bounce a little as they came free from the constricting cloth. She could feel how hard and stiff her nipples were, and for an instant, her mind mused that she could pop balloons with them. She sat there hoping he would escalate the situation and demean her further.
He swallowed, fighting the urge to make matters worse. Unable to take his eyes of her luscious chest and the thought of pinching, pulling, and gently biting those teal… He shook his head attempting with little success to get rid of the lewd thoughts. “Well done. You can put your top back on now.”
She sighed mentally, and lifted the uniform back over herself. It got caught on her nipples, and she pulled forcibly up on the material causing it to roughly press against them. She gasped lightly at the touch, and looked down on the two very obvious tips pressing against the fabric. She left the room feeling a certain dampness running down her legs.
Spike was doing a very impressive job of not losing his mind. He was having a very stimulating morning to say the least, after all. He got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He needed to clear his mind, and only one thing was going to help him do that: a very, very cold shower.
He stepped into the bathroom, and went to lock the door behind him. It occurred to him though, that if Rarity wanted in she would just use her magic to open it anyways, and so he decided to leave it unlocked. If he wanted to get through his shower without Rarity inviting herself in to help he would have to be fast, but was that what he really wanted? The thought of those soft, perfectly manicured hands running down his body as he went over hers, making sure to get every… Cold shower now!
He turned the faucet all the way to cold, stripped, and jumped in. He tried to purify his mind as the water washed over him. One particular memory refused to yield to the ice-cold washing over his body, his inner flame battling against it to maintain his body temperature. The dream of the beautiful Unicorn between his legs, doing things to him he had only imagined. However, it felt way too good to actually be a dream, no, only reality sufficed that kind of pleasure. He cursed the fire in his chest that prevented the water from doing its job.
Maybe, if he looked at this objectively. A lifetime of living with Twilight and her normally insane, but completely logical-to-a-fault mannerisms had taught him all he needed. First off, Rarity had felt guilty thanks to Twilight and dressed up as a maid to serve him. Next, he had made her strip out of her lingerie and she had gotten aroused by it. After that, she prepared dinner and used it as a way to make out with him, which he really, really enjoyed. During that time she had dropped a gem and bent over to pick it up, giving him an unobstructed view of her… more personal areas. Finally, he had gone to bed, except that she caught him during his own personal moment and decided to… assist. She had even taken those beautiful fingers and tasted her own pleasure before passionately kissing him and giving him a taste. Those sweet, soft lips meeting his, as her tongue… "Cold water stop me now!"
Spike smacked his head into the wall in an attempt to get back on track. Now all he needed was to put everything together and get some answers. Rarity and he had certainly crossed a line, and he had started it all in an attempt to stop things from getting weird. He laughed at the irony, lot of damn good that did. Still, the line had been crossed, and unlike he expected, things had not gone to hell. In fact, everything seemed to be going better than he would have dared to imagine. Rarity seemed to enjoy being bossed around in rather… compromising ways. That did not make much sense though, Rarity always wanted to be treated like a lady. Maybe… she just enjoyed something different intimately. He would have to be blind to miss how… perky as she had been this morning after he had ordered her top off, and he had not missed the gasp nor wetness going down her thigh, either. What really mattered to him was if this was merely some lustful game, or if she was only doing and enjoying all of this because she had feelings for him.
He got out of the shower and toweled off while looking into a mirror above the sink. Could she really love him? And if so, did she want him to take advantage of the situation for both of their pleasures? He knew one thing for sure, he would never understand mares.
Downstairs in the kitchen Rarity prepared a few eggs for breakfast while humming a sweet, little tune. She had considered joining Spike for his shower, but because of their late-night activities, both of them had slept in. This had given her little time to prepare for her plans for the two of them today, and besides, with the way things had happened so fast, she figured Spike could use a little time to himself to sort things out.
She had come up with a few ideas for the rest of the weekend last night while dozing to sleep in her freshly-stained sheets. Some of them she had decided were a bit too… extravagant for the moment. No, she needed something that she could begin, but would put all the power in his hands to start off with. A stroke of genius and a secretive purchase from the recently-opened The Hot Sauce Jar store had provided her with the perfect answer. She could barely contain her excitement.
Spike walked down the stairs and was led by the scent of breakfast to the kitchen. “Hey Rarity, what smells so good?”
Rarity finished setting the table as he asked. “Breakfast. I made eggs, toast, and freshly-squeezed orange juice; I remembered your favorite was sunny side up, Master.”
“It smells great, thanks.” Spike took his seat across from her.
“You’re welcome, Master.” Rarity really loved how even under the current circumstances Spike’s manners remained impeccable.
The two ate their breakfast in peace with Spike occasionally glancing over at Rarity before turning away as she intently stared at him with those beautiful, sapphire-colored eyes and that warm smile that melted his heart. When they were done Rarity cleared the table and wiped it down.
Spike was still sitting in his chair watching the mare of his dreams work. He had been surprised by the quiet meal. “That was delicious, Rarity. You’re a superb cook.”
“That’s very kind of you, Master.” Rarity grabbed something out of one of the drawers and walked over to Spike. “I’ve been thinking, if you needed me for something, and I was in another room, the only way for you to contact me would be to call me, and I might not hear you. So I came up with a solution.”
Spike felt two small objects placed in his hands, but before he could inspect them Rarity had climbed up onto the table. On her hands and knees she crawled towards where she had been sitting earlier and laid her body against the table, while at the same time lifting her uncovered rear up directly in front of Spike’s face. She looked back to find him staring at her. Her elegant white face turned red at the shameful display she was putting on.
Spike was looking upon a similar scene from dinner last night, except this time a lot closer and with way more detail. He could see the excitement leaking out between her delicate lower lips. He could smell the arousal pouring out of her. It was strong and unique, and he felt as if he could get drunk off of it as he took in a deep breath of her. Her ass was nice and round, but it looked fairly firm at the same time. He could imagine that his hands would sink into it a little, but a nice hard squeeze would meet plenty of resistance. Finally, under her tail sat a small, puckered, teal indent that he could only describe as being both cute and sexy.
He brought the two items that had been placed in his hands up to his face and examined them. One was a small, purple remote with a button and three different settings: slow, medium, and fast. The other object was a small, round, egg-shaped piece of plastic of the same color. Based on the remote and the fact Spike was not oblivious, he deduced it was a wireless vibrator.
Rarity watched as Spike looked over her, biting her lip as he took the time to memorize every millimeter of her. When he had smelled her, she had almost came right there, but instead settled for spilling a gracious amount of her own natural lubricant onto the table under her hips. Here she was with her bare ass in the air inches from the face of the drake she loved. It was so improper, dirty, and degrading, and she loved it.
She spoke up as he finished inspecting the sex toy, “You can put that in me and whenever you need something just turn it on, and I’ll be right there.”
“Very… effective.” Spike still held some doubt, but he could not deny that he wanted to do this. He took the toy and used his long forked tongue to coat it in his saliva. “Use your hands and spread your ass for me.”
“Y-y-yes, Master.” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat as she slid her hands out from under her breasts and moved them towards her rear. She muffled a happy cry from her lips as her fingers sunk into her curves and the flesh rose around them. She spread herself as far as she could, hoping to please her Master. She clamped her mouth shut as she felt the toy pressed against her marehood and rolled gently over it while being slid up and down the entrance. As quickly as the sensation had appeared it was removed.
She went to turn her head as Spike’s voice reached her ears, “This is such a dirty idea and toy, that it deserves a dirty place to stay.”
A shiver ran down her spine as the cold plastic covered in his saliva and her juices made contact again, but this time it was aimed higher. It suddenly clicked in her head, the licking, the work over he had given her marehood, it was all to lubricate it so he could put in her- “AHHHHHHH!”
Spike pushed the wet, sticky vibrator slowly into her ass. He watched as her beautiful teal flesh sucked it in and squeezed down hard on it, refusing to let it go. He smiled as she screamed at the sudden intrusion in pleasure. An evil thought entered his mind, “Might as well make sure it works,” and with that he pressed the button three times in rapid succession.
Rarity had never even touched herself there before, and the odd sensation of having a toy shoved inside suddenly was both incredibly pleasant and fairly uncomfortable. She may have been the first one, and until this weekend only one, to touch herself, but Spike had just become the first to play with her ass. Every little push brought new pleasure and new pain. She could feel her body accepting it and trying to hold it inside of her, but most of all she could feel his eyes watching as her lewd body behaved in such a manner. Once it had finally settled all the way inside her, her tongue had lolled out of her mouth and was dripping onto the table.
A few simple words reached her ears, and then, she screamed his name as the inside of her ass came alive with unbelievably intense vibrations and a quiet buzzing. Her body pushed further into the table, her hands dug into her curves leaving red marks, and her back arched sending her rear further into the air. Euphoria ripped through her body in waves as she sprayed cum all over the recently-cleaned table, adding to the puddle of juices that now coated it and dripped onto the floor.
Spike smiled as he lowered the setting back to slow, and prepared himself to catch her should she collapse. She seemed to be stable enough to leave her now-completely-soaked marehood in his face, not that he was complaining. It seemed like such a waste, so he ran his forked tongue over the opening. For his effort he received a happy purr from her and a sweet, salty taste for him. He walked around the table and helped her off gently, letting her sit on his lap in her chair.
She regained her senses after a few moments, finding Spike’s hands wrapped around her waist and his hot breath on her ear.
“Rarity, that table was just cleaned. What are you going to do about it?” Spike asked after she had settled down.
Rarity was blushing deeply as she stared at the mess she had made. “I’m sorry, Master. It was just so good. I’ll get a towel and clean it up right away.”
“No, you won’t. You’re going to clean up this mess you made with your tongue, while I supervise to make sure you got it all.” Spike smirked as he wondered what the hell had gotten into him, and how far a hole he was digging.
“As you command, Master.”
Spike loosened his grip and allowed Rarity to jump off. She set to work on the table dragging her broad, rough tongue over the wood while making sure not to miss a single drop of her orgasm or wetness. She licked along the edges and lapped up any that had gotten to the floor by dropping to all four.
While she worked, enjoying every second of degradation and humiliation, she smiled at the progression of her plan, and of the soft, barely audible buzzing coming from beneath her tail. It took every ounce of control to stop herself from making the floor wetter as she enjoyed her work, or else she had be there all day. Spike had taken complete control, and although he still seemed to be holding back, she could not complain. Here she was licking her cum off the floor with a vibrator in her ass in front of the drake she loved, and she could not be happier. With just a little more pushing he would be making her his own personal sex slave, she could not wait. She stood up as she finished with the floor.
Rarity’s legs and thighs were now completely covered in her own juices, and she smelled of sex. Spike was trying hard not to drool as he attempted to piece everything together in his head. Another line had been crossed, but Rarity seemed to be enjoying herself, and he certainly was as well. Still, the doubt remained that he was messing up their chances of a real relationship. He had no idea where half of what he had done even came from, honestly.
Rarity licked her lips and looked seductively at Spike. “Did I do a good job, Master?”
Spike got up and walked towards her while he spoke, “You did perfectly. So good in fact,” now face-to-face with her, “I think you’ve earned a reward.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and caught her mouth against his.
His warm breath filled her mouth as she allowed him access. His long, forked tongue seemed to dance around her mouth as it displayed a dexterity she doubted could ever be matched. Her mind drifted on the waves of her happiness, as Spike finally kissed her.
Spike could taste his new favorite flavor: Rarity. He knew that eventually they would have to stop to breathe, but he took one final liberty. His hands slid lower before slipping under her skirt. He grasped her ass suddenly and firmly, while being careful not to hurt her with his claws.
Rarity gasped into Spike’s mouth, as she felt his claws dig into her. The sharp appendages bit into her flesh lightly, causing a little pain mixed with a lot of pleasure to rock her body. Suddenly it all stopped as Spike looked down at her.
All he noticed was how red her face was. If he had to explain it, it was as if she had been caught doing something very wrong, but at the same time was very innocent. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he wanted to see more of it. For now though, he decided to brush a loose strand of hair from her face and behind her ear, before walking out of the room quietly and calmly.
Rarity collapsed onto her knees with her legs splayed behind her. She would have to clean the floor under her again it seemed. Having a few glasses of water to replenish some fluids would be a good idea as well, she decided. But most importantly, she discovered she really, really liked having her ass handled. Her fingers and his claws had been magical; she would have to find a way to get more attention for her dirty little rump. A quick glance out the window informed Rarity that what had seemed like an hour at most, had actually taken a lot longer. The sun had finished most of its path along the sky, and in a few short hours would descend beyond the horizon. She still had a lot to do to prepare Spike’s special dinner for tonight.
Spike sat at Rarity’s work desk with his bag lying next to him. He had taken out a few pencils, quills, and a couple of sheets of paper. He would never admit it, but as Celestia’s adopted son, he was trained in a number of fine arts. Piano was one of a number of instruments that he had mastered. At the same time, he was also extremely skilled at cooking, sculpting, painting, calligraphy, and drawing. Secretly, Celestia had even made him take ballet and ballroom dancing. Celestia had felt the need to make sure he had as many learning experiences as possible, but she always said he could quit if he was not enjoying himself. Thankfully, though, he had a lot of fun mastering the new skills, and he had been so talented that he was considered something of a prodigy. Of course, it didn’t really matter to him; he never really liked the idea of ponies ogling over him. No, Twilight could be the star; all he wanted was some peace.
At the moment, he was busy sketching. It was always very relaxing and helped to clear his head so he could think easier. Well usually, no matter what he did the subject of his drawings refused to change. There, next to a small purple remote still set to low, sat three finished pieces. Every single one of them showed the same beautiful Unicorn in three different styles and poses. The first used realism to create a close-up of her face, the soft features being perfectly accented. The second used lighting to emphasize her working hard at the same desk he sat at, glasses perched elegantly on her face. The final one though, he was utterly ashamed of. A modern style, his personal favorite, had been used to recreate the outfit that was now plaguing his mind.
“Master, I need to take a shower before I can start on dinner. Do you need anything before I head up?”
Rarity had managed to sneak up behind him somehow. He quickly grabbed the drawings and covered them with his body before she could see them. “N-no, I’m good.”
Smiling, she leaned over him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, while trying to find out what he had been so fast to hide. Unable to catch a glimpse, she settled for watching the blood rush to his face. She headed for the stairs, a noticeable weakness in her legs, happy that she could still get such a cute response from something so innocent even after everything that had happened. She took one last look at the dragon that had captured her heart and noticed that he had taken three sheets of paper from the desk, put them in a folder, and threw the folder in his bag. Maybe she could quell her curiosity later.
Once at the top of the stairs she grabbed two things that she would need for the night from her room. From her closet she took a pink silk bathrobe with fluff around the edges that fell halfway between her knees and thighs. The other object came from a decorative wooden box. Inside the box lay a ruby of inexplicable cut and carat, shaped like a heart, and set into a solid gold necklace: The Fire Ruby. It had been a gift from Spike during his birthday two short years ago. Having it around her neck for tonight would be the perfect representation of the love they now shared.
Across the hall from her room was a large walk-in wardrobe that housed not only a number of her cloths, but also her own dry cleaning machine. She stripped out of her maid outfit and threw it into the machine. With a push of a button it came to life quietly, a feature Rarity was quite pleased with. She picked up the original costume, having made two of them should she get one dirty.
She entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. A gentle grab was made for her best and favorite shampoo; she would have to be extra thorough tonight.
Spike decided to grab some fresh air after Rarity headed upstairs. He walked outside to be met with a purple hue placed over everything. Instead of walking around, he took a seat in front of the door and leaned on it.
The change of environment did little for changing his mind though. Everything was so complicated now. It seemed better, but it was so much easier before. He wasn’t afraid to admit, that he was afraid of doing something wrong and losing Rarity. Years of hard work that nothing could ever make him take back would be undone in moments. She might not even want to be his friend anymore, let alone being more.
On the other part of his mind, the scenes from the last twenty-four hours played out. The particularly interesting scenes seemed to garner more attention. He couldn’t deny the simple truth; both of them were enjoying these new unintended roles. Dominating her had been thrilling, and she was certainly excited to be ordered around. Was that kind of behavior even acceptable? How long until someone found out and thought he was some horrible dragon taking advantage of the fair maiden? He’d be chased out of town, just another monster in the Everfree.
Okay, he had to be honest, that was a tad drastic and dramatic. Everyone knew him in Ponyville, and sure, he had once wrecked the whole town on a bit of a rampage, but they had forgiven him. He sighed. Self-sabotage seemed to be the word of the day. Here he was with a perfect opportunity to finally have Rarity return his feelings. He would be hers, and she his. It was time to dragon up!
So he banged the back of his head against the door and tried to not think of anything as he watched the clouds. That failing to do any good, he went back inside the house with his hands in his pockets. The sound of running water came from upstairs. He smiled maliciously as his fingers wrapped around the purple controller. He pushed the button. His confirmation that the setting had gone from low to medium came in the form of a rather loud and angelic gasp. Music to his ears, his still very confused ears.
Rarity had barely escaped the shower without touching herself when the sudden extra burst of vibrations rang through her already-sensitive-and-being-toyed-with ass. She used her magic to pull the water from her coat and flatten it to perfection. Another flash of teal light and her mane was now dry, but she decided to keep it down as it would better serve for her plans.
With the robe haphazardly thrown around her, she tied it closed. It hung loosely on her shoulders, showing off her cleavage without allowing one to see everything. In her arms, she carried her clothes and hidden beneath them, the necklace. She headed down the steps, leaning on the wall for support, as she was having a hard time walking with Spike’s signal still buzzing around inside of her.
“Master, d-did you need something?”
Spike froze for a moment as his eyes meet the robed angel with her hair cascading down around her. “I was just checking to make sure it was still working,” he managed finally catching himself.
She smiled suggestively. “I can personally guarantee that it’s working fabulously. Now, why don’t you go wash up for dinner, Master? Oh, and make sure you brush your teeth.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll do that.” Spike headed up the steps, still dazed. Had he been more focused he might have found it odd he was asked to brush his teeth before a meal.
As soon as Spike was out of sight, Rarity found herself staring at his bag. She bit her lower lip gently as it taunted her. Had Spike been there, cute would have been the word he would use to describe the now-anxious look on her face. She knew better than to snoop, she had not been happy when Sweetie Belle had invaded her privacy and read her diary after all. On the other hand, it was almost guaranteed to have to do with her and this weekend after he had been so fast to hide it.
She made up her mind and attempted to secretly sneak over to the bag. She looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Opal gave her a bemused look from her cat bed. Knowing that her precious kitty cat would keep her secret, she removed the folder. It was thicker than she had expected; the sides parted to reveal a few dozen pages of sketch work. The first three pieces were of her, and they were beautiful. Spike had never informed her that he could draw like this. She leafed through the rest of the pages quickly discovering scenic views of Ponyville, the Everfree Forest, and Canterlot. The rest of the pictures were of ponies, her friends, the Princesses, but most of all, her. Realizing that she had wasted a fair amount of time and that Spike would be down any minute now, she placed the portfolio back in his bag and hurried into the kitchen. Once inside, her robe hit the floor.
Spike was feeling pretty good as he reentered Rarity’s stage floor slash work area. Before he had time to reflect on his sudden burst of good spirit, a certain sing-song voice came from the kitchen, “Master, dinner is ready.”
As he entered the kitchen his jaw just about hit the floor. Laying in the middle of the table on her back, practically naked was Rarity. She was not wearing a single strand of fabric; instead, her hair fell around her neck, she had on the Fire Ruby necklace, two emeralds covered with a small amount of whipped cream and a cherry on top of each covered her nipples, but the rest of her breasts were bare, two rows went up and down her stomach meeting at her belly button, one of the rows had cut up vegetables, the other had pieces of juicy fruit, and to complete the course in the gap of her thighs Champagne had been poured, just dark enough to hide all but an outline of what lay beneath the sweet, yet sour, amber liquid.
Spike’s brain was having a bit of a comprehension problem. “What? How? Why?”
Rarity giggled a little, using her magic to hold everything in place. “It’s dinner of course. As for the how, magic is very useful. I was able to levitate everything on after I laid down, and I found that I could stop the Champagne from leaking out with magic as well. You deserve the best, Master, why else?”
Spike, having regained control of his mind for the moment, still had one question. “Where did you even come up with this? Don’t get me wrong, you look amazing and delicious, but…”
Rarity seemed a bit sheepish. “A magazine from Canterlot may have had an article on the matter, and how a lot of the more noteworthy ponies had taken an interest in it.”
Spike looked at the beautifully prepared meal and even more beautiful mare in front of him. He licked his lips.
“Now remember, Master, no dessert until after you finish the fruits and vegetables.” She shook her chest lightly but suggestively. “Also, don’t eat the necklace.”
“Fair enough. And what about you, have you eaten yet?”
“I’m quite fine, thank you.” At that very moment her body decided to betray her, her stomach rumbled lightly. Her face lit up as her cheeks turned red; she chuckled nervously.
“Your stomach would disagree.” Spike went to reach for a piece of fruit.
“No!” Spike jumped slightly at her sudden outburst. “You can only use your mouth, Master, or it’ll ruin the taste.”
That explained why she emphasized brushing his teeth at least. He bent down gently and picked up a piece of pineapple.
Rarity had read that she was supposed to lie down, but she couldn’t help but watch as Spike grabbed the fruit. She shivered a little as she saw his fangs sink into it only a breath away from her stomach. It was exhilarating, and she hoped Spike wouldn’t mind the extra flavoring in the Champagne that had been added, thanks to it. Instead of swallowing though, to her surprise, he brought the pineapple to her lips and pushed it in. His tongue slid gently into her mouth pushing the fruit in. On the way out, it brushed against her teeth.
He smirked as he watched her chew the fruit a bit before swallowing it. Her face was flushed, and he loved it. “Consider us even for yesterday at dinner.” He planted a short kiss on her lips before heading back down to get something for himself, glad that he had remembered her favorite fruit beside cherries.
Rarity was now staring at the ceiling. Spike had turned the tables on her, so to speak. Before she could continue her thought process, she felt a warm breath against her fur that made her moan slightly. A thin and agile appendage that could only have been Spike’s tongue wrapped around something on her stomach before being pulled off into his mouth. The action repeated, but this time near her belly button. She laughed a little as his tongue lightly flicked the indentation, almost knocking the food of off her. This time Spike returned to feed her again, a small piece of carrot hanging from his mouth.
As Spike finished mouthing the carrot to Rarity, he smiled mischievously. So she was sensitive around her naval, fun. Wasting no time, he used his forked tongue to flick and tease her stomach while collecting all the produce around it, garnering bursts of laughter and ridiculously cute dirty looks from her. He zipped the food quickly into his mouth chewing and swallowing it. He gave Rarity a few more pieces before deciding to take a drink.
Upon reaching the magically dammed Champagne, he noticed something peculiar. Small waves were being formed in the liquid. His eyes lit up as he realized the source of the oddity, the vibrator! First though, he needed to sate his thirst. He took a small sip, watching as Rarity tensed up a bit as the suction reached her. A familiar taste had mixed in with the Champagne.
Rarity could feel Spike take a sip. It had rippled against her before entering his mouth, forcing her to stifle a moan. However, her attempt to stop the joyous outburst would be in vain, as a thin, forked tongue entered the Champagne and licked from the bottom to the top of her lower lips before flicking her clit roughly. Thankfully, instead of sitting up when she gasped, she pushed back into the table, stopping any of the food from falling off of her. Another small sip followed the recoil of his tongue.
Spike didn’t swallow the Champagne he had just taken; instead, he savored the taste in his mouth for a moment. Feeling that the quality was worthy, he placed his lips on Rarity’s and allowed the alcohol, among other ingredients, to flow into her mouth from his. Her eyes lidded softy as recognition hit her, and she swallowed the drink.
“I thought you might be thirsty. You did help flavor it after all.”
Rarity purred softly, “It was delicious.”
With the rest of the food gone and her stomach clear, Spike moved onto the final part of the meal: Dessert.
Spike picked up the first cherry by its stem and proceeded to do the same with the other. He brought both cherries to Rarity’s lips and waited for her to bite down softly on them. Once she did, he pulled back, removing the stems. He grabbed both stems before pushing back into Rarity, sharing the taste of the sweet cherries and each other.
That left the emeralds. Working his way down slowly to build suspense, he took the first one into his mouth in one bite, savoring the emerald and whipped cream. The whipped cream that had fallen to the side was licked away teasingly from her breast and nipple.
Rarity’s face tensed up as she tried to avoid whining in response to the teasing. When it finally ended she was certain the Champagne had overflowed. Her reprieve was short lived, though, as an intense sucking began on her breast. She felt as if she was being milked by Spike. It became rougher and wetter before stopping. With her now being at full attention, a set of sharp teeth lightly bit into her. Shivers ran down her spine as he pulled and pinched her with his fangs. Claws pressed against her free breast and began playing with it in much the same manner, but more widespread and less focused. Moans escaped freely as the attention overwhelmed her. Instantly the vibrator kicked into high driving her over the edge. She flavored the Champagne as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her whole body shook with the relentless ecstasy now flowing through her. There were no words this time, she just screamed in pleasure for all of Equestria to hear.
Feeling quite proud of himself as Rarity convulsed underneath him, Spike released his hold on her. Moving quickly, he found himself back at the space between her legs. It was almost as if it had refilled itself; there was so much Champagne, and he sampled it happily. “Now it’s perfect. Here Rarity, have some.” Taking more into his mouth, he let it fall through his lips into hers.
“Best Champagne I’ve ever had, Master.”
“I’m sure it’s the best I’ll ever have.” Spike went back to the tap and greedily drank the rest down as Rarity watched him, embarrassed. Spike turned the toy off and offered her his hand so that she could get off the table. Rarity gave him a small kiss on the lips before slipping into her maid uniform.
Leaning against Spike’s arm she cooed, “That was heavenly, Master. Why don’t we adjourn for the night?”
Spike walked up the steps with Rarity holding onto his arm. When they got to the split between their rooms, he started towards his. A tug on the arm, though, and he allowed himself to be led into her room. She pushed him gently onto the bed so that his feet remained on the floor while he sat up.
Nervously, she twiddled with her fingers. “Master, I’ve done something bad.”
Concerned for her wellbeing he asked, “What did you do? I’m sure we can fix it.”
A gentle smile fell upon her lips, “I know we can, but I’ll have to be punished to do so. You see, I snooped in your bags and found those amazing drawings you made. The ones of me were particularly nice. It surprised me that you had never shared your talent with me.” She looked away ashamed. “Still, I had no right to do that.”
He suddenly felt very shy, and slightly betrayed. It wasn’t like Rarity to go through other’s belongings. “It’s just a hobby. Why would you go through my stuff without my permission?”
“I let my curiosity and my fear get the better of me. When you hid the papers from me, I thought they might be about… us. Deep down, I was afraid I’d messed up and pushed you away with all of this. They confirmed the opposite was true, though. The one with me in this outfit was really special.”
Her face gently redirected so that they were staring into one another’s eyes. “I-I forgive you. Nothing you do could ever keep me mad at you. I… love you.”
She looked back at him with tears threatening to fall free. “And I love you, which is exactly why I have to pay for my indiscretion.” She moved beside him and bent over his lap. In a seductive tone she addressed him, “Spank me. I’ve been a naughty girl, and I need to learn my lesson. Don’t hold back either, make sure I know to behave from now on or else, Master.”
Something told Spike she was going to enjoy her punishment more than anything, but he would be lying if he said he would not enjoy it himself. “Fine. Ten seems like a fair number, but you have to count them out loud.”
A hand reeled back and came forward, before gently tapping Rarity’s flank, hesitant.
“Master, that was weak.” A teal aura encased his hand before it pulled back quickly and came down hard making a loud smack. “One! Now it’s your turn, Master.”
Any thought of going soft dissipated. If she wanted hard, he would be happy to oblige. A hand-shaped mark began materializing on her ass. “Two!”
Her body jolted forward before falling back as she felt her flesh warp around the contact before bouncing back to normal. “Three!”
A sharp stinging sensation resonated from her ass. “Four!”
Like a whip the crack had filled the room as the next one fell. “Five!”
She felt a gentle massaging as she sighed happily. “Halfway done, I’ll be switching to the other cheek now.”
Without further warning, three quick smacks came down, each one biting into her harder than the last. “Six! Seven! Eight!”
Her lips quivered slightly as she shook her ass in the air asking for more. Spike delivered happily. “Nine!”
The final strike came without mercy as she yelled out in pain and pleasure, “TEN!”
“Now get up and bend over so I can make sure you learned your lesson,” Spike ordered.
Lifting herself from his lap, she stood in front of him and did as she was told. He could see the red hand marks that now covered both sides of her beautiful, white curves. He prodded one roughly causing a small gasp. She was sore, but looking down confirmed his belief, she had enjoyed it.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”
Rarity gingerly touched her new, temporary markings, jumping a little at the contact. “You were quite… clear. You’ll just have to make sure to keep me in line should I step out again, Master. You never know when I might misbehave and need a reminder.”
It was proving harder to keep his instincts held back with each passing moment. Things had already progressed so far, but one last thing remained. “Rarity, I need you to face me so we can talk.”
Straightening her skirt, she did as she was told. “Yes, Master?”
“Tell me what it is you want me to do. Beg me for it,” his demand was made with a small, but sadistic grin.
“I want you to make love to me.” A gentle blush graced her cheeks.
“How?”
She swallowed as her throat began feeling a little dry. “Gently at first, and then r-roughly.”
“Where?”
“On my bed.” Her gaze shifted to the side as she attempted to avoid looking at him.
“That’s not what I meant. Where do you want me to claim you?”
With her eyes down and her entire face turning red Rarity mumbled something inaudible.
“You’re going to have to be louder.” The sides of his lips moved further upwards.
“I want them in both.”
“Both? Not specific enough.”
“In my ass and… pussy.”
“That’s pretty bold, and such a dirty mouth. Now say it all together, and don’t forget, I want to hear you beg.” His taunting only seemed to make her cuter by the second.
Looking up into his eyes and completely flustered she pleaded, “Master, I want you to make love to my ass and pussy with your twin dragons on my bed being gentle at first and then ravishing me, please? I want you to claim me, to deflower me! I need it so bad.”
“Then I need something from you.”
“What?”
With a deep breath and suddenly sorrowful expression he started, “I need you to tell me that this is more than a weekend of fun, to say that this means something. When this is all over that we can be together. I love you, and you’ve told me the same, but I need to know when it’s all said and done that there’s an… us. It’s not that I think you’d play with my feelings like that, but I still need to hear this.”
Sitting next to him, flinching slightly at the touch of the bed under her, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “Spike… this is one of the craziest things I’ve ever done, and possibly the most important. This isn’t simply going to end when the weekend is over. I love you, and I want to be with you more than anything. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else; I’ve never wanted someone to degrade me and then hold me in their arms and never let go. Honestly, I’m not sure I deserve you.”
He pulled her into him, “Of course you do; I’m the one that’s out of my league here.”
“Don’t say that. You’re always so kind, always helping me, never asking for a thing in return, and all I did was use you.” She shook lightly against him. “Maybe I’d throw you a gem when we’d dig up a small horde, while I took the rest for myself even though you did all the work. A pin cushion, a garbage man, a secretary, or any other thing I was too petty to do, you did it all.” Spike wasn’t able to see the tears attempting to escape as she admitted her crimes against him, and for that, she was thankful.
One arm moved from her body before a hand crashed down on her flank once again; perfectly manicured nails dug into him as a small yelp came from her mouth. “Don’t ever talk like that. You never took advantage of me; I did all those things because I wanted to. Your smile is the only reward I ever wanted. Drama queen, eccentric, crazy, hardworking, caring, beautiful, way too hard on herself, and generous, all these and so many more describe the mare I love, the mare I’m holding. We’ve been unfair to ourselves and one another, so from now on, no more putting ourselves down, and that’s an order.”
Looking up into his eyes, her mouth was captured by his gently, a quick peck. “Eleven. I’ll gladly follow any order from my Master, my love.”
“Good. Now let’s get you out of those clothes. My love asked me for something, and I intend to do it for her. And until the morning comes, you are to call me Spike. It’s just us, no master and no maid tonight. The way our first time should be.” He stood up with her in his arms and carefully pulled the dress off over her head.
A forceful and unexpected kiss made them fall onto the bed in one another's embrace. They rolled around on the bed ruffling the sheets and tossing them about as they explored each other's mouth. Spike broke away, gazing upon the beauty underneath him. Her mane was in disarray and her coat glistened with sweat as her chest fell in short, heavy breaths. The look on her face would forever be captured in his mind. She needed him, she loved him, and she couldn’t wait any longer; it was breathtaking.
Her hand caressed the side of his face gently. “Let’s leave the stockings on, they’re sexy.”
“You’re always sexy.” Spike threw his jacket onto the floor.
As his shirt came off, Rarity held back the urge to gasp at the muscular underbelly of the teenage drake by biting her lip. “I try.”
A lock of hair was pushed away from her face. “But you don’t have to, you just are.”
She grabbed onto him and brought him to her muzzle, before flipping over and pinning him under her. She set to work unbuttoning his pants before practically ripping them off of him, boxers included. They landed on the side of the bed as she climbed back onto him.
“Someone’s feeling frisky.” Spike chuckled.
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” Rarity squealed adorably as she was pushed onto her back. Her assailant jumped on top of her and began using his mouth and claws to give her chest a work over. She could feel him squeezing, sucking, kneading, and gently nipping at her. A hand slid lower as a pointed claw teased her moist lips gently. Her hands pulled at her hair as her body became her love’s plaything. “Oh, Spike! That’s simply diviiiiiiiiine.”
The whole time, Spike never let his eyes fall from hers. Those beautiful teal eyes were clouded over in arousal as they watched him, her face deep red. He could taste the sweat on her breasts, feel the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her coat against his tongue, her approval of his actions sang the sweetest, most erotic tune to his ears, and the musky smell that emanated from her mixed with her usual vanilla fragrance, it was all driving him insane. There would be no need to coax him out tonight, everything she did and everything she was had already achieved that. His lips lifted off of her, and he spoke, “I think that’s enough foreplay.”
She merely nodded her head in compliance. Spike applied some of her natural lubricant from his claw onto himself. He grabbed her legs, the stocking rubbing against his scales, and lifted them up, dragging her towards him. The red marks on her ass brushed roughly against the sheets eliciting a small pained, yet pleasurable, gasp, as her legs pointed into the air. She was completely on display, her now soaking wet, purple hair, above the moist, dripping lips, and the small puckered hole below.
“Grab on and don’t let go.”
She did as she was instructed, freeing Spike’s hands. Her breasts were now squeezed together by her arms as they held onto her legs, keeping her fully presented in the unlady-like position. She felt her body get hotter and hotter as she thought about it. Lady Rarity, personal slut to Spike the Dragon. Her thought stopped there though as she felt him slide between her marehood and gently rock back and forth coating himself in her. As she stared at Spike’s testaments to dragon virility, she started to wonder if she would be able to handle both. The lower of the two would be entering a much tighter fit, and she hoped that it would make it, without hurting too much. Once again her train of thought slipped as she felt prodding against both of her entrances. “I’m ready, Spike.” She screamed as she felt Spike enter her, warm and sticky. Her body had put up less resistance then she expected at the unknown intrusion. It had still been uncomfortable and had hurt, but at the same time it felt incredibly, amazingly, good. A similar experience rocked her body from above, but without the pain. Her hands dug into the black stockings and her flesh.
Spike was barely inside of her, having stopped after her scream. It had been a wonderful mix of elation and agony. He moved just a little more inwards before feeling a physical barrier impeding his paths. He had expected the first, it was Rarity’s first time after all, but the second took a moment to recognize as his tip pressed against a strangely similar feeling, plastic. He smiled as the realization hit him; part of his logical mind understood why his entrance had been easier than he had expected, still requiring a decent push though. His pants were visible in the corner of his vision, and he filed the information away for later. Placing his hands on her hips to steady her, he pressed forward gently but quickly, so as to not prolong her pain.
The ripping sensation inside of her forced her head back as she yelled out. A small trail of blood dripped from her as a testament to their dedication to each other. Tears threatened to escape, but she tried to force them to stay in, to keep her composure in front of her dragon. It did little good as a few escaped, her eyes closing to hold the rest back. A sudden sensation danced across her face. Opening her eyes, she discovered Spike leaning over her, gently licking away her tears. He gave her a kiss as he rubbed her stomach to ease her pain. “Spike, I think we’re good to continue.”
“Okay, Rarity. I’ll be gentle, promise,” he said attempting to soothe her further, “at least to begin with.”
He started in and out moving further in with every thrust. Each movement drove them both insane as she wrapped around him. He filled her completely as he bottomed out, the device lodged deep inside her. “Spike, I- I think, you’re pushing into my womb.”
Spike grunted in response with a smile on his face. He started moving faster and harder with each thrust. On the way out, he left her feeling empty and incomplete, aching for his return, and going back in, he filled her entirely, making her feel content and unfeasibly happy. His hips began slamming into her ass, striking her sore cheeks with every thrust. She whined, yelped, moaned, and screamed as each of his increasingly rough movements brought her to a new euphoria filled with equal parts pain and pleasure.
Unlike Rarity, Spike had pent up his sexual release all day. He knew his time was short as he began moving at top speed. Still, he could tell that the foreplay had done its job of getting her closer before they started. Rarity’s tongue had fallen from her mouth, and she was fairly lost in her ecstasy from the look of it. He made a grab for his pants, slipping his hand into the pocket to collect his prize. His hand mingled with hers, forcing them from her legs. They were now lying on top of each other with their hands intertwined as Spike continued his movements. He could feel her coat and sweat against his scales.
Her mind somehow managed to register the small plastic rectangle in her hand in the thrall of her lust. Before she could make the connection, a pair of clawed fingers grasped at her punished ass and rubbed her Cutie Marks.
Spike pushed his palm forward against the button three times almost instantly. Suddenly he felt strong vibrations coarse across one tip, as the other was assaulted by the same vibrations coursing through her body. His plan backfired, but not before she tightened around him like a vice as he dove all the way into her. Together they screamed each other’s name into the night. His wings sprang open while Spike unloaded into her womb and ass as he wallowed in the sweet release that he had been robbed of all day.
Rarity felt her body melt away as an incredibly hot, thick fluid coursed into her, filling every inch of her insides, before shooting out of her around Spike. Her entire face turned a deep red as she rode on waves of ecstasy and euphoria as her orgasm rolled through her body relentlessly. Her body squeezed around Spike trying to milk him for everything he was worth. Their combined juices leaked onto her flank and the bed from her body, before she was rolled over leaning onto his chest. His wings wrapped around her protectively, and their tails entwined themselves together lovingly.
Spike stared down at the beautiful, disheveled, purple mane and the mare, his mare, which it belonged to. “I love you, Rarity.”
“I love you too, Spike,” she managed, as she nuzzled into his warm, firm chest.
“Ready for round two?” he asked excitedly, full of new ideas.
His response however, was a soft snore purring against his scales combined with a warm breath.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer into him. Looking gently down at his love, he turned the vibrator off, not wanting it to wake her.“It can wait for tomorrow then. I have all kinds of ways my little maid can make it up to me.” He smiled sadistically as he allowed sleep to take him as he embraced his love. His last thought was that he felt a pair of furry lips smile against his scales.
A warmth she could not quite place resonated from the front of her body as something seemed to hold her firm but lovingly against the strange, scaled heat. Rarity cuddled further into it, eyes closed, as her mind attempted to clear through the fog cause by her not quite awake state. Wait, something was holding her, Spike! Her eyes shot open as she stared at the dragon keeping her tenderly in his embrace. Sleep still claimed her love, but the smile on his face spoke of happy dreams. She giggled quietly as she took a guess on what, or more likely, who he was dreaming of. Their bodies lay against one another, nothing separating them in the least as fur met scale. The thought of lying there in his embrace until he awoke and took her right then and there was tantalizing to say the least, but she had different plans for this morning. And so, with one final long moment to appreciate her position, she started the careful task of wiggling out of the strong arms of her lover without waking him. Having made her daring escape, she quickly gathered up her abandoned outfit and his clothes before silently slipping out. The thought that she had never walked through her house naked before brought a small bit of amusement and thrill as she moved down the hallway.
A beautiful ceremony played out as he watched a far more beautiful and elegant sight walk towards him in her white gown of her own design; however, a sudden, although quite pleasant, sensation began unraveling the world around him as it faded back into his head. His minded registered the prior anomaly as a smell, but not just any smell, the aroma of freshly baked pancakes filled the air around him. A loud rumble came from his stomach, and one thing was certain, Twilight definitely was not the one cooking. He enjoyed a quick stretch, not unlike a cat, before opening his eyes. There was no question that last night had been very real as he found himself naked in Rarity’s bed, but he did wonder where the mare in question had run off to, before remembering the heavenly smelling pancakes.
Right on cue, Rarity swept into the room fully uniformed carrying a tray with a plate stacked with pancakes, a syrup dispenser, two cups of tea, honey, sugar, and two empty plates. “Breakfast is served, Master.”
Spike quickly covered himself with the blanket, a tad embarrassed even after last night. He moved back so that he was sitting against the wall and the tray was placed over his waist. “Looks delicious.” He patted the spot next to him as Rarity stood there waiting for his invitation. “Come on; join me in this rather amazing looking meal you cooked up.”
Taking her place next to him on the bed, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her perfectly manicured hands resting on his chest. The tray was repositioned by Spike so that both had easy access to their meals as he split the pancakes between them. “Master, you shouldn’t be doing that. It’s my job as your Maid-”
“Consider it a reward for the excellent service last night, and for the rest of the days.”
A shiver coursed down her spine exciting her as she noted the sly smile her draconic lover delivered his comment with. He had plans for her, and she could not wait to find out what they were. She grabbed the syrup container before he had a chance and drizzled a generous amount over his pancakes and then hers. As she lifted the container back up a small bit dripped down the side; she gathered it with her finger and licked it off slowly. Sweet revenge was hers as she admired the hungry look now adorning Spike’s face and aimed right at her. “Yummy.”
Shaking off his rising intent Spike picked up the fork and dug into his pancakes before they got cold. His mouth watered as the fluffy deliciousness of Rarity’s cooking assaulted his mouth while the smell completed the attack on his senses. Cooking skills may have skipped over Sweetie Belle, but Rarity was obviously very gifted in the matter. “Smart, beautiful, talented, and she cooks, what did I do to deserve such fortune?”
Rarity giggled and covered her mouth with one hand. “It’s a long and very impressive list befitting a knight with a heart of gold and the soul of a gentledragon, Master. I find myself wondering if I deserve such a magnificent drake.”
He placed a simple and very sweet kiss on her lips, the taste of vanilla falling upon his own. “There’s no need to wonder, the answer had always been yes.”
The taste of dragon morning breath was not the most pleasant, but she could see herself getting used to it fast. “Of course, Master.”
They finished their breakfast in silence, shooting one another playful glances here and there. With his done first, he watched the generous beauty in front of him enjoy hers. She was more glorious now than she had ever been. She seemed... happier. Her smile was fuller and more genuine then he had ever seen. It was hard to imagine her being any more beautiful than she had been, and yet, here she was shattering her previous self. A mare in love. “In love with me.”
Rarity had eaten the last bite and noticed him staring as she heard something slip from his mouth. “What was that, Master?”
His face darkened as the realization he had spoken the last thought out loud hit him. “Nothing, was just trying to… um… catch my breath after you stole it away.” He mentally slapped himself.
She moved the tray off of them. “Cheesy, but very sweet.” Standing back up and straightening her maid outfit, she took on a more serious tone. “I placed your clothes in the master bathroom over there for you. I shall attend to other matters while-”
“No.” Spike swept the sheets aside and stood up. If he was going to take control he needed to get over his embarrassment. “I’ll need you to join me in the shower. Can’t quite reach all the spikes on my back that easily.” He grasped her ass underneath her skirt, earning a small, excited gasp. “Had to make sure you were still obeying that no underwear rule.”
Her legs felt weak under his rather rough touch, the thought of his order not helping the situation. “Of course, Master. I’ll meet you in there.”
“Alright, don’t make me wait too long, or I might have to punish you again.” Spike headed into the bathroom, secretly happy to have a chance to brush his teeth real quickly. At some point Rarity had apparently moved his toothbrush, for which he was thankful. Grabbing it and a tube of expensive-looking vanilla-flavored toothpaste, he set about cleaning his fangs. He rinsed and spit just in the nick of time.
Within a few seconds of him finishing up, the door to the bathroom opened and shut gently. Spike turned around and his jaw hung open; in front of the door stood Rarity in a silk pink robe with bright pink fluffy edges and a purple ribbon sash. As soon as he regained control of his mouth he forced it back up, but it did not last. Rarity untied the robe and tugged at the edges causing it to open and sit on her arms. The next moment, she dropped the edges and let the robe fall to the floor around her elegantly. “Woops.” She turned around and bent over to pick up the robe, giving Spike a very tantalizing and intimate view of her. She stood back up and placed the robe on the rack on the door. Two scaled arms wrapped around her waist as a warm breath glided over her ears.
“Someone’s being a tease aren’t they?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Master.”
In response, Spike slowly kissed his way down her neck, nibbling softly with his sharp teeth each time. “Is that so?” She moaned softly under his sway, the thrill of his fangs being so near her neck driving her insane. Without warning, he stopped and released her. She was left feeling unsatisfied and wanting more. “A little revenge, my dear.”
“I deserve so much more, Master. I was teasing you after all.”
“You aren’t questioning my choice are you?”
“Of-of course not.”
Stepping into the decently sized shower, next to the large hot tub style bath, he held the door open. “Good. Now, get in here so we can start.”
Joining him, she was handed a bar of soap. “I see, shampoo doesn’t work on scales like it does fur.”
He ran his hand over her face, enjoying the softness and the way she pressed into it. “No, and in a country full of furries, getting a bar of soap can be quite the challenge. Turn the temperature to whatever you like, can’t burn or freeze a creature with fire in its chest, after all.” True as that was, Spike could still feel the chill or warmth of the water just fine, but he decided to let her enjoy herself, before he indulged them both.
Thankfully for Spike, Rarity had a thing for very warm and relaxing showers. She turned the water on and allowed it to wash over her. Her beautiful, purple mane went from its styled form to a simpler but still awe-inspiring, long, straight falling one that ran down her neck and back. Her tail followed suit as the warm water coursed down her back and sides making it unravel and glide along the floor. The makeup washed from her face, and Spike was stuck staring at a newfound more natural beauty. Soaked from head to hoof, water ran over her breasts and dripped off her nipples. He always knew she had no need for the assistance provided by her routine beautification; however, he had never seen it. Not to be misunderstood, he loved how she looked like that as well, but this simply felt more real. Carefully he removed her fake eyelashes and stared into her clear, blue eyes. Placing them up high, he allowed himself another moment to fully appreciate how lovely she was and how lucky he was.
A small blush spread to her cheeks. “Master, you’re staring.”
“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
“I never said I minded.” She tugged him under the water and rubbed the soap on her hands bringing it to a nice lather. Starting at his neck she worked her way down to his arms, then his chest. Her hands worked with the smooth flow of an artist and the touch of a master seamstress. The delicate and graceful touch of her fur felt majestic on his body. Moving to his waist and further still to his legs she covered every inch of his front side in soap before turning him around and doing his spikes and back. His tail was completed in one movement as she wrapped both hands around it and slid them down. Only one spot remained, and she took particular joy in running her hands over his ass. “Firm.”
“Must have been all that running after you. Guess it had a number of positive effects.” Spike turned around as she stood up, a bottle of vanilla scented shampoo in his hand. “Not a bad job, but I think you could do better.” He squeezed a gracious amount into his hand, letting some of it spill over and drip on to her chest. “Let me show you.”
Getting behind Rarity, he quickly rubbed his hands together and worked the shampoo into her shoulders. Where she had merely spread the soap across his body, he was massaging it into her fur. He kneaded her back with the palm of his hand earning moans from those beautiful lips. She gasped as he reached around her and took a breast in each hand roughly squeezing them to disrupt the shampoo. He pinched and pulled her nipples forcing small waves of pain and electricity to shoot through her body as she tried not to scream his name to the heavens. He let go after one final particularly strong tug. With circular motions, he rubbed her belly lovingly, playfully. Her thighs were the next focus of his rub down as he traced her curves pushing in oh so pleasantly. More than the shampoo and water flowed down her body into the drain as he reached her legs. She was completely drenched, and Spike had the perfect view as his fingers and claws pressed into the flesh. No inch of Rarity’s body was left untaken care of as his hand slid across her marehood and asshole with more force than was really necessary, but was extremely welcomed by the white unicorn who now felt like she was melting under his touch. For his finale he grasped her flank firmly, letting his fingers sink in as he opened and closed his hands around her as she squealed in delight. “Mine might be firm, but yours is luscious, so soft and squishy, just like a marshmallow.”
Rarity had managed to focus her thoughts long enough to be angry at Spike for the quip, but as she went to voice her complaint she was forced up against the glass wall of her shower. Her normally round and perky boobs were pressed uncomfortably flat against the glass, but it felt so rough, demeaning, and incredibly good. If anyone were to walk in they would get a detailed view, and it excited her. She turned her head and was caught quickly in a passionate kiss.
Spike was enjoying his control, although deep down he worried he might have been too drastic. A moan reassured him, ebbing him forward. “You like this don’t you? I want to hear you beg me to spread your legs and take you here and now.”
If words could cause orgasms, Spike would have just sent Rarity reeling. “M-Master, I love this, and I want you to spread me nice and wide and ride me until I can’t walk straight for a week.”
He used his foot to shift her stance to a very welcoming pose, nice and open, her straightened, soaked tail swayed side to side in agreement. “Specific. Consider your request,” with no further warning, Spike plunged deep into Rarity, the water, soap, and shampoo allowing him a smooth entrance, “answered.”
Rarity’s scream filled the bathroom, a mixture of intense ecstasy and mild pain. He had gone in hard, and it had felt amazing. Somewhere in her mind that still conceived rational thought, it occurred to her that a lady does not just allow a strapping male such as Spike to just shove it in her, especially not when their ass is targeted as well. The rest of her mind wanted her to stop worrying about it and enjoy the ever-quickening pace of her draconic lover. All internal conflict subsided as she felt his ever increasing speed and depth. She was going crazy as every thrust forced her further against the glass. Each one caused her breasts and, more enjoyably, her nipples to rub up and down as they were pressed snuggly into the glass. It was rough, it was wild, and it was so amazing. Without even noticing, her tongue had slipped from her mouth, and she was panting like a dog in heat, definitely not ladylike.
The more Spike sunk into her the more amazing it felt, but the wet floor was affecting his balance. In a moment of pure genius he discovered the perfect answer. He placed his hands on her wet and soapy flank and grabbed on. The new position was a little awkward for his shoulders, but it provided extra stability. Rarity seemed rather impressed with Spike’s plan, her moans proving all the agreement he needed as he squeezed the white rump, paying special attention to her Cutie Mark. She felt incredible; somehow, she was even tighter than last night. Living with Twilight had the side effect of making Spike highly analytical; while spreading her legs had made her entrances more open, the muscles inside of her had constricted in contrast. The effect, two warm vices, very different from one another, that seemed to squeeze him in the most amazing way. The warm water coursing down his body and over him before being inserted into her was only adding to his euphoria. His only regret was that in this position he could not see the mare he loved. Or so he thought, but a glance over her shoulder proved otherwise as a full body mirror wheeled into place surrounded by a shaky teal aura.
“Wanted… to see… your face,” she panted out. His reflection made it clear; he was looking over every inch of her body. There was a decent amount of steam, but being pressed against the glass only caused it to be a minor issue. It felt as if he was devouring her with his eyes, a hungry lust glinting in them. Her body quivered, completely thrilled with her quick thinking.
“Must be some kind of… mind reader. Look at you; your tits are so hard… they’re practically scratching the glass. Can’t even… keep your tongue in your mouth as I… take you. You’re such a dirty mare… body aching and pussy dripping for me. Yes, look at that face. The face of someone… who has resigned herself to being nothing but a toy… for her master’s amusement. Tongue lolling, eyes begging for more, and a face so crimson that it’s practically saying, ‘fuck me until there’s nothing left but a husk of my former self.’ That’s what you want… isn’t it?”
“YES! PLEASE!” Rarity's self-respect did nothing against Spike’s words. Every one of them was true, and he was throwing it in her face. She had no idea where her dragon, her love, had gotten such a skill, but it was marvelous. The shame mixed with the pleasure and the pain, driving her wild beyond anything she had ever conceived.
“Good, because from now until the end of time, you're mine.” Spike hilted himself in her ass and marehood as hard as he dared before releasing everything he had into her, wave after wave. Looking in the mirror he saw it all: her eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and her body used the glass to support itself as she accepted everything he offered.
Lights danced across her vision as the warm, sticky substance that was once part of Spike became a part of her. Her own orgasm shot out of her with some of his, trickling comfortably down her leg before being carried away by the drain. There was so much, a dragon thing, perhaps? The question quickly flowed down the river of her thoughts as euphoria crash down on her again and again.
Spike finally stopped, sighing contently as he enjoyed the after sex serenity that came with being one with his love. She seemed to glow warmly in those moments, being all the more beautiful. The generous mare of his dreams, and through some stroke of luck, she was all his, and he hers. As funny as it was, for all his loudmouth claims, she would always have him wrapped around her finger. The truth was simple; it all came down to her. He would have it no other way. Slowly time seemed to move around them again, and he worked his way out of her. It was an interesting feeling, warm, sticky, wet, and tight, all at the same time. As he finally removed himself, he admired his handiwork. He was pouring out of the small gaping hole that was her ass, and her marehood’s lips were still to the side as it dripped out. A brilliant and wicked thought hit him. “I want you to spread yourself and press your ass against the glass. Then take a long look in the mirror at yourself.”
“O-of course, Master.” Rarity did as instructed, feeling the cold glass against her wet fur. What she saw only managed to excite her further as she stared at the mess that was once her behind. So much was coming out, and she tried her hardest to stop it. Realizing there was just too much; she turned around to tell her master what she saw. However, Spike kissed her as soon as she faced him
Breaking apart, he whispered to her over the running water, “I love you.”
She smiled as a single tear ran down her face, almost impossible to see in the downpour. “I love you, too.”
He sat down on the shower floor and helped her into his lap. They snuggled against one another as the water washed away their mess. “Well, this certainly makes clean up easier.”
Rarity lightly kissed him on the mouth. “I’ll say.”
Using the wall for support, he got up, dragging Rarity with him. She seemed a tad shaky, but, with a little help from Spike, she managed to get out of the shower. Quick telekinesis turned the shower off as she leaned against him. She may have been exaggerating just the teensy bit, walking was a tad hard, but she mostly just enjoyed leaning against him. He helped her into her maid outfit before rummaging through his bag and pulling out jeans and a green T-shirt for himself. Rarity sat on the bathroom counter and watched him get dressed. It was not the most fashionable ensemble, but Spike pulled it off wonderfully, the muscle barely visible under the fabric. He offered his hand, and she gladly accepted before sliding off and back onto the floor. Spike opened the door and waited for her to exit first… and waited.
“I think you forgot about something, Master.” Turning around, she placed her hands on the counter, spread her legs, and lifted her tail, and with it the skirt, up into the air. A familiar purple device and its remote floated over and into Spike’s hands. “My little… notifier, needs to be placed.” She watched in her vanity mirror above the sink as Spike gave the toy a lick with his forked tongue, and then lined it up.
Spike quickly noted that Rarity was still slightly… welcoming, from earlier. He smiled as he inserted it in, enjoying her moans and shaking. It seemed almost impossible for anyone to be so beautiful, hot, and cute at the same time. He gave one of her cheeks a quick kiss before standing back up.
They headed downstairs, making small talk and laughing here and there. Rarity was infallible in her role, never slipping up, and Spike had his bag slung over his shoulder.
“So, Rarity, I was wondering if I could use your studio and some fabric, maybe a few jewels?”
Completely caught off guard, Rarity looked at Spike as if searching for some explanation to the odd request. Spike was certainly more than capable; he had helped her for years in the shop, including becoming quite skilled in sewing. “If that is what you wish, Master, go ahead. May I ask what you intend to do though?”
“Let’s just call it my little secret, for now. This of course means I don’t want you barging in there, understood?”
“Of course, Master. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She was imagining it just fine, however. It was so strange. He had the skills, but, aside from helping her, he had never shown any interest in the matter.
He gave her a quick kiss before walking away towards the studio. “You’re the best. Feel free to do what you wish; after all, if I need you it’ll be perfectly clear.” He switched the vibrator on to low, garnering a moan from his sweet Rarity, before turning it back off. The door closed behind him as he prepared himself for the task ahead.
Rarity had managed to get a lot done while attempting to keep herself from breaking down the door to her studio to see what Spike was doing. Without any distractions she finished the cleaning; although, she regretted not having Spike there to watch her bend over or climb up to get those hard to reach spots. She even had some time to sit in her inspiration room and visually create masterpieces; a lot of purple and green could be seen in the designs. However, the majority of her time was spent wondering what that drake could be doing in her studio with all of her supplies. She was not worried about Spike using something she needed or had a short supply of; he worked with her often enough to know what was already spoken for, so to speak. She knew that whatever it was, it would almost definitely be for her. Maybe, it was some kind of kinky lingerie or something hot and humiliating! The suspense was driving her crazy.
The door opened, and Rarity quickly tried to peek inside past a rather overworked-looking Spike. She was having a hard time focusing on her task as her eyes kept trailing down to the T-shirt sticking against his chest. Had she always been this lustful? No, but so much had changed in these past few days. She was not different, but she was not the same either. She was still a fashionista, still a lady, still generous, but now she was Spike’s, as well. She mentally facepalmed, it was love; it was not supposed to make sense or be easy. Yet, now that she had found it, loving Spike was easy. But it was still so new, so much more had to be done. Telling her parents, explaining it to Sweetie Belle, and Twilight, she shivered, definitely was not looking forward to that. Twilight may have been her best friend, but she was also Spike’s rather overprotective… sisterish thing, guardian maybe? And how could she forget, the most powerful Unicorn in existence. She would understand, probably, the signs had always been there, even if Rarity was being oblivious to them. Yeah, she just needed to remember how calm and reasonable Twilight was, and not how she had almost destroyed the town over being tardy on a friendship report.
“Equestria to Rarity. You are totally out of it, huh? Well, maybe,” he slipped his hand under the backside of her skirt and squeezed hard, “this will wake you up.”
Rarity squealed in surprise and delight. “What? Oh, sorry, Master.”
Spike quickly looked her up and down, “Are you feeling okay? You were shaking for a minute there. You don’t think you caught something from staying in the shower too long? I’m an idiot! I’ll go get some soup; you lay down!” He rushed to the kitchen, or he would have, had Rarity not grabbed him with her telekinesis.
“I’m fine. I was just lost in thought, is all.” She gave him a hug as he turned around, laying her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for worrying about me and getting so worked up to take care of me. You’re the best, Master.”
Her words resonated inside him as he placed his arms around her and hugged back. Of course, he then felt her braless chest against his own, and turned the most becoming shade of red. “A-anytime. Anyways, I’m sure you’d do the same for me if I wasn’t feeling well, generously staying and caring for me until I was better. Is it strange I kind of want to be sick now?”
“I think it’s sweet.” She broke their hug and gave him a quick kiss before falling into a chair behind her and opening her legs for him. “Now, take me.”
He chuckled softly. “You sure are horny today. I like it. So I shall accept your invitation with pleasure, my little vixen.” The button on his pants came undone, and he went to pull them off.
“Rarity, Spike, um… is anyone home? I just thought I’d stop by and check to make sure everything’s okay… if you don’t mind that is,” came a sweet, gentle, and badly timed voice.
The door knob started to turn to their dismay. Rarity jumped out of her seat and patted her skirt down as Spike yanked his pants up and quickly fumbled with the button and zipper.
A yellow Pegasus with long beautiful wings, and a straight pink almost taffy-like mane and tail entered into the house. With the one eye that was not hidden by her hair she spotted her two friends. Spike was on a chair with a book on, strangely enough, fashion in his hands, and Rarity was dusting a very clean-looking table.
“Fluttershy, darling, what brings you here?”
The Pegasus in question had her entire face turn deep red as she stared at the risqué outfit one of her best friends was wearing in front of the teenager who was head over heels about her. She thought her short, knee-showing, sleeveless yellow dress with white trimming was daring, but Rarity’s outfit was on a whole different level. “I-I-I-I wanted to make sure Spike and you were doing… alright?”
"Darling, you worry too much; Master and I are fine.” Rarity’s mind reeled as she realized her faux pas, courtesy of Fluttershy almost fainting. Her imagination must have been in overdrive, but Rarity doubted it even compared to the truth.
“M-m-m-m-m-m-master?” she managed to squeak out, using the wall to keep her balance.
“Well, you see, Twilight reminded me how much Spike does for me so selflessly that I wanted to repay him this weekend by being his personal maid.” Selective truth, all the honesty she needed to sell her story without the more intimate details.
“Admittedly, I was against it in the beginning, but she was very adamant and convincing. You know how our Rarity likes to be a bit dramatic, and I certainly wouldn’t want her to change that or anything else about herself.” The opportunity to fluster Rarity was too good to pass up, knowing each hint would make her hotter and hotter. Fluttershy’s easily-embarrassed demeanor made it that much easier. Spike had a theory that the reason she was so easily embarrassed was that she had a very dirty imagination. He could feed Rarity’s lust with that. “You couldn’t imagine how amazing the service she’s been giving me is. I doubt there’s anything as good in the whole world.”
“Service!?”
“You know, dear, like cleaning, cooking, and what not, all of Spike’s needs.” Rarity smiled hoping that her friend would not take the last part- her thoughts were interrupted by Fluttershy’s wings popping open, a well-known sign of Pegasi arousal. And based off the speed and firmness, she was very, very aroused. She was not the only one, as Rarity felt a familiar dampness between her legs. A light bulb went off in her head, but she couldn’t really… oh, to hell with it. She turned around and, with her flank facing Fluttershy and her tail to the side, she bent over.
Fluttershy’s eyes glossed over as she stared intimately at her friend’s completely uncovered rear. And could it be, something purple just visible in Rarity’s- “Well, um, I’ll just leave you two to it then.” Using her hand to shield her mouth and biting down gently on her finger, she noticed how her words could have been taken. Her arm was slung across her bountiful cleavage as she scrambled for the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Sitting in the chair, Spike was in awe of Rarity’s little peep show. “Wow, I knew it was getting you hot being almost found out, but that was… insane. I can’t believe you did that to poor innocent Fluttershy.” Rarity’s eyes trailed down, ashamed. She had just corrupted her sweet friend’s mind and possibly given away their secret. “It was possibly one of the most amazingly sexy things ever.”
Her ears perked up as she heard his compliment. Her hunger came back full force as she quickly undid Spike's pants, yanking them and his underwear off. He was completely ready for her, the two intimidating, mare-breaking spears of his standing at full attention. Without a moment’s hesitation, she impaled herself on both ends, her head snapping back in untold pleasure. She kept lowering herself further onto him determined to take him all in. Finally, joyfully, obtaining her goal; she let herself settle in, thankful that enough of her had spilled out to fully lubricate both holes, reducing the pain enough to enjoy the pleasure. His hands grabbed onto her sides as he leaned forward, using his mouth to pull her breasts free. He began teasing them with his forked tongue and nipping gently with his fangs. Pulling her hair back in ecstasy she began moving up and down, savoring every inch.
It was in this moment, caught up in their carnal craving for one another, that the doorknob turned and Fluttershy returned. “Sorry to burst out li-” This time, there was no question, no mistaking, what was happening. From her vantage point she could see everything. A very surprised Spike, a completely shocked Rarity, and the extremely intimate way they were intertwined in one another. Rarity’s tail was riding so high that her skirt left her completely exposed, with Spike deep inside of her. To make matters worse, the chair directly faced the door, giving Fluttershy an unfiltered view of everything. “Oh, my.”
Getting caught had both thrilled and terrified Rarity. She had been willing to tease her friend, sure, but this was a whole different fashion show. As the realization that there was no way to deny or explain this hit her, she went to sit down. However, due to her position, she slid down further onto Spike, making her groan merrily, as Spike’s own joy escaped his mouth. Something inside Rarity gave in; Fluttershy knew, so why should she stop now? In fact, judging from her wings, she wanted to see more. Obliging the Pegasus, Rarity started back up on Spike before crashing down.
Spike had just about gained a foothold on the situation when Rarity decided to finish what they started, throwing said foothold straight out the window. He couldn’t help but stare as Fluttershy’s eyes focused right where Rarity and him were connected. He had mixed feelings, sure it was hot, but it was also very… honestly he did not know, strange, he guessed, to say the least. His mind froze in shock as he saw the one reaction he had not even begun to dream of. Fluttershy’s hand was moving, right under her dress! She had started softly stroking herself as her other hand clutched on to her breasts over the shirt and fondled them. “Well, look at that, Rarity, seems Fluttershy is enjoying the show.”
Turning her head, Rarity watched as her friend masturbated to her making love with her dragon. It was crazy and wild. The shyest mare she had ever met getting off to two of her friends as they saw it all. It was simply scandalous! “I would say so, Master. I feel a tad cheated though; she has an advantage on us.”
Leave it to Rarity to take things a step further; of course, Spike was not complaining. He had a perfect way to even the playing field. “Fluttershy, you don’t want to take advantage of us, now do you? It’s only fair that if you get to see us like this, that we get to see you naked too, isn’t it?”
Fluttershy squeaked. Spike was always so nice and kind, where had something like that come from? Rarity was so prime and proper; she would never do something like this. It had to be another of her fantasies; that was the only reasonable answer. But… what if it was not? She could be fingering herself in front of her friends as they fucked. It was so dirty, so embarrassing, so exciting! Getting naked in front of them was definitely out of the question though. At least, that’s what her mind said; her body was too busy letting her pink, frilly panties fall to the floor and removing the yellow dress. She wondered what her friends would think of her. One of her greatest secrets, that she never wore a bra, was now out in the open with the rest of her. It was too much. Her fingers dipped into the flowing honey pot they had been rubbing vigorously. She grabbed, pulled, and pinched her generous cleavage with her free hand. What would Spike and Rarity think of her; she was being such a bad mare.
Rarity followed Spike's gaze over her shoulder. Fluttershy was putting on quite the performance as she tried to get herself off. "Are her boobs bigger than mine?"
"Yeah," he gave her nipple a kiss with more suction than was really needed, "but yours are definitely perkier." Moving his hands from her flank, he took a hold of her breasts. "Look at them, so round, so beautiful, and these cute, tasty, little treats. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Fluttershy's are beautiful too, but in their own way." He shot Fluttershy a mischievous look and dived into Rarity's chest, the fur so soft and warm against his skin.
Rarity appreciated the attention, her rhythm increasing. Spike started gyrating his hips as he timed his own thrusts with hers. It felt so good as he moved around inside of her. She was thankful that she wasn't supporting herself because her legs were turning to mush. "F-Fluttershy... darling... enjoying... yourself?" A soft happy whine came as her reply. "Come now... I want to... hear you say it."
Fluttershy opened her mouth in an attempt to form syllables and words. The majority of her effort came out as loud moans of pleasure, but she managed with some difficulty to answer, "I-i-i-i-it, ahhhhh, feels, mmmh, so, eeek, good."
Lifting his head from Rarity's chest where he had been playing with her, he looked over at Fluttershy, almost predatorily. "What feels so good exactly, and why, Shy?"
"My fingers shoved deep in my pussy... as I... watch the two of you go at it like bunny rabbits, and my nipples" She lifted her impressive breasts to her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck on them, "Taste so good. I'm hot... and I'm horny... and it's... all because I'm watching you two. Won't... last... much... longer."
Rarity was in full agreement with her friend. She wasn't sure if she was still sensitive from earlier, if Spike was simply getting better, okay, she was sure he was getting better, or if it was because of the unbelievable situation her lady-like mind never would have dreamed up, but she was close to giving Fluttershy a sight she would never forget. Well, another one at least. "Watch, Fluttershy, watch as I cum from Spike's big twin dragons pounding into my ass and pussy. Watch as he fills me so much that it shoots out all over my clean floors. Don't you dare let those eyes fall off my rear, my dear. I want you to see our love-making to completion." Right as she finished her command, she let the last of her resistance fail. Her body clamped down around Spike, as euphoria rushed through her body. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as her excitement started shooting out.
The tightness that resulted from Rarity reaching her own orgasm drove Spike into his. He made two last second moves. First, he lifted her skirt up with his hands so that everything was visible, and then, he thrust all the way inside of her, her ass pressing against his waist. With the last of his tasks done, he poured into her. His release brought forth a strange, pleasant calm. In those moments, everything was right. Then again, he was having sex with Rarity as a naked Fluttershy masturbated to and in front of them. So basically, everything was right in the world.
Fluttershy watched as Spike and Rarity mixed before spilling out of the unicorn. Being ordered around just before had taken her to the edge, and this was the finisher. She leaned against the wall as her legs gave way to the powerful squirts of fluid that were covering her hand, her tail, her legs, and the floor. She screamed in orgasmic bliss as ecstasy crashed through her body like electricity. Here she was on her friend’s floor, covered in her own juices, as she enjoyed a group-wide orgasm. She laid against the wall for a few moments with a drunken smile on her extremely red face; she could feel their eyes on her. They had seen everything, including her finish, and then, she gulped. This was definitely real, which meant that she would never be able to show her face around here or them again. Even if by some stroke of luck they forgave her for the intrusion, she would never live down the embarrassment. It was too much for the shy mare; she slipped her dress on quickly and ran out the door, muttering incoherent apologies.
Rarity was leaning on Spike, planting the occasional small kiss on his lips before turning in time to see her friend rush out the door. Concern lacing her voice, “We have to go after her, Spike. You know how sensitive she is. I was just so lost in the moment.” She stood up causing him to slide out of her. Taking a shaky step forward, she almost collapsed onto the floor. Thankfully, Spike had jumped up and grabbed her just in time.
“I know, but you can’t go out like that. You're leaking all over the floor as it is, but I think I have the perfect solution.” Spike sat Rarity down in the chair before disappearing into her studio. He returned with something that made Rarity’s jaw drop. A beautiful, sleeveless, purple, V-neck, with fabric that went over her shoulders into a closed back, dress that came down to just above her feet, one side was open from the hip so that the leg and hip would be entirely visible. The fabric was smooth, no fluff or ruffles in the design, and amethysts were embedded along the open leg and neck line. The whole dress matched her mane and tail. “How did you-when-beautiful! Most of those gems aren’t even from my collection. The fabric isn’t any of mine either. I’m so confused, happy and grateful, but confused. When did you get so good with a sewing machine? And this design, it’s so… unlike my normal ones.”
Spike wore his smile and blush with pride as Rarity praised his work. “In order, the gems are from my personal collection. The fabric is from my trip with Twilight to Hoof Kong. I saw all sorts of beautiful and foreign clothes, and I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I drew up a bunch of designs until I came up with this one, a combination of your style and theirs. The same night I finished the design, I went and bought the material. And of course the sewing is from helping you around here so much.”
“So you just decided to make me a dress?”
“Well, I wanted to impress you, and I made reservations for the two of us at Sur la Rivière.”
“What?! How? Just to get a table you have to book a month or two ahead of time.”
“Twilight has been planning her trip to Canterlot for some time now, and when she asked you to watch over me… Let’s just say I made the reservation that night."
“You’ve been planning this for over a month? Even before all of this, you were going to ask me out?” The same warm feeling that resonated in her chest when he had given her the Fire Ruby around her neck and when they had finally admitted that they loved one another burned brighter. Somehow she had gained the love and admiration of the most generous and thoughtful being she had ever known.
The floor suddenly seemed very interesting to Spike. “I was going to claim it was my way of thanking you for opening your home to me this weekend. Not quite as direct as asking you out, but yeah, pretty much.”
Using her hand she lifted his chin up and gave him a kiss. Using her magic she took ahold of the dress. “I guess we can call this our first official date then.”
Spike brightened up before realizing that they were going to be on a very tight time schedule. “Yep, just let me slip into the tuxedo I brought, our reservations are at seven, so we should have time to walk to Fluttershy’s and get this all sorted out. Worst case scenario, we have to rebook.”
He hurried back into the studio as Rarity stood up and slipped out of her maid outfit. She lifted the dress over her head and brought it down over her bare body. It wrapped snugly around her breasts and let a decent, but not extreme, part of her cleavage visible along the neck line. Her hip and leg were completely exposed on the one side. It was probably a good thing she was going without underwear, she mused, as finding a pair that would not be visible along the openings would have taken some time. Thankfully, she had the perfect shoes to go with the ensemble. A pair of red heels floated down the stairs from her closet. The final piece of resistance was the Fire Ruby pendant that she placed back around her neck. She looked into one of the full body mirrors she kept around her shop. Her tail seemed to wag happily like a dog's from the small tail hole in the back of the dress. It was gorgeous, even better looking than before now that she had it on.
“Wow. You look even better than I imagined, and I didn’t think that was possible.” Spike stood behind her in the mirror. His tuxedo being of her own design, she had forgone the classic white undershirt for a light green one. She kept the classic black for the jacket and trousers but had added emerald green embroidery that looked like smoke going up the notched lapel. The jacket was a single-breasted style with onyx buttons, the same as on the cuffs, and Spike wore it in a way that it looked almost messy, his hands in both side pockets causing the jacket to be open at the bottom as well as the top, a single button holding it closed. The final touch was a red bowtie inlaid with many different kinds of jewels that Rarity had made for him years ago. His wings hung out the back, giving him an almost haunting appearance.
Rarity looked at the almost surreal portrait Spike created. “You look pretty sharp yourself there, Master. I can’t believe you still have that bowtie.”
“It was a gift from you. I treasure it along with the sapphire, the scarf, and this suit.” He stole a glance at himself in the mirror. “Looking good, Spike, looking really good.” He gave the bowtie a second glance. "Besides, bowties are cool."
Rarity shook her head and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the door. “Quit being such a goofball, Master, and you always look good, anyways.”
He wanted to comment, say something smooth, but he was at a loss for words. She had his arm securely held between her breasts as she leaned into him. The door opened and she started leading them out. “W-w-wait, Rarity, are you sure you want to walk through town like this?”
She looked at him, clearly confused. “Like what, Master?”
“Like a… ah, couple?” he offered.
She clung even closer to him and rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want everyone to know that I finally realized the gentledrake I always needed was right in front of me this whole time?”
“And you aren’t worried that they might not be… accepting of me being a… um, dragon?”
“You have lived here for years, we’re heroes and the whole town knows it, and to top it off, you haven’t exactly been subtle about your feelings. I’m pretty sure most of them saw this coming for a while now, and even if they do have a problem, who cares? We have each other now, and that means more to me than what anyone thinks.” She leaned away and ran her hand down his face. It was obvious to her that his concern was for her and not him.
“I guess, no, I know you’re right. Let’s hurry to Fluttershy’s.” He walked through the door with her by his side, ready to take on the world.
Ponyville was mostly empty; a lot of ponies took the day off to spend with their families and friends. The few who were around reaffirmed Rarity’s belief. Snips and Snails had cheered at Spike. Rose, one of the local flower girls, offered Rarity a celebratory rose free of charge. Spike placed it in her hair for her. Some hardly even paid any attention to the two as if it were a daily occurrence, and realistically, the two of them walking around together was, even if it was not always this romantic. The last pony they saw before making it to Fluttershy’s was a blue Pegasus with a rainbow-colored mane wearing a sleek flight suit. She gave a quick catcall, and landed in front of them.
“Well, it’s about time. Finally worked up the nerve, huh, Spike?”
Spike laughed awkwardly. “More like, she brought it out of me.”
Moving closer to him, she stuck her tongue out at their guest. “He started it. Anyways, Rainbow Dash, you’ll have to excuse us. We have a date, and we need to talk to Fluttershy privately beforehand.”
Rainbow Dash shrugged it off; romance was not really her thing. “Alright then, I’ll catch you guys later.” She headed off into the sky, before turning around and shouting out, “Don’t get too frisky before you get home!”
They both screamed at their quickly retreating friend, “Dash!”
With no other distractions, they now stood at the threshold of their problem, Fluttershy’s door. Rarity gave it a light knock. When no one answered, Spike tried a little harder.
Having received no response still, Rarity tried a verbal solution, “Fluttershy, dear, we need to talk to you, please answer.”
From the other side of the wooden barrier the small, barely audible voice of Fluttershy came, “No one’s here, go away.”
Using her softest voice, she continued attempting to talk her friend out, “Darling, we aren’t mad at you, alright? You remember the whole Iron Will incident, yes? Hiding in your house won’t solve the problem; you need to confront it. Now come talk with Spike and me.”
After a few quiet seconds, the door creaked up just a bit, but not enough to see who was on the other side. “You aren’t mad? You don’t hate me and never want to see me again?”
This time Spike answered her, “Shy, we’re your friends; we… well, we’re the ones who should be apologizing to you. We were so caught up in the moment that we ended up dragging you into it.”
“But I was the one who walked in on you, and then I-I-I-”
Rarity positioned herself so that her face was visible from the crack. “Yes, you did, but we should have locked the door. And, I shouldn’t have teased you like that for a thrill. It’s important that you know what me and Spike were doing wasn’t some fling; we, well-”
“We love each other, Shy. This weekend finally brought it to light. In fact, we have a date tonight.”
The door swung open, and Fluttershy rushed forward hugging Rarity very tightly. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, darling, but I… can’t… breathe.”
Fluttershy released Rarity, her face a deep crimson for multiple reasons. “Sorry. The dress is beautiful.”
“Isn’t it?” Rarity spun around showing off the whole design. “Spike made it for me; never knew he had it in him.”
The ground was very interesting to the Pegasus. “Still not wearing any underwear, huh?”
“One of Master’s orders.”
“M-M-M-Master?”
“Well, that’s kind of how this all started, long story.” She gently cupped her friend's face in her hands and made her look up. “Spike and I are willing to miss our reservation to sort this all out if you want. Our friendship with you is what’s most important.”
“It seems to me, maybe we’re all a little at fault, but we also all seemed to enjoy ourselves,” Spike offered.
It took her a moment, but Fluttershy smiled, her embarrassment clear on her face. “I guess that’s true. I’m sorry I walked in on you and stayed, and I accept your apology for teasing and coaxing me.” She started breaking into tears. “I’m just so happy you don’t hate me.”
“Never, darling.”
She strummed her fingers together, opening her mouth and then closing it before opening it again, “I would like to talk… further on the subject, if that’s alright with you two? It’s just I have a few questions.”
Spike shrugged, this was going much better than he had hoped. “Sure, Shy, not a problem.”
“Then how about at the boutique on Wednesday around seven at night?” Rarity suggested.
Putting his hand behind his head, Spike added, “I've got nothing to do.”
Fluttershy smiled sweetly. "Sounds perfect."
“Seems that settles it, darling,” Rarity clapped her hands together in relief, “the boutique on Wednesday.”
“So, where are you two going on your first date?”
Rarity partially jumped with joy. “Sur la Rivière!”
Fluttershy’s face lit up as she heard the news. “Really? I hear it’s beautiful, and the food is supposed to be amazing. When’s your reservation?”
“Seven,” Spike replied.
Fluttershy looked like she was ready to have a heart attack as she peeked inside to check her clock. “It’s six-thirty now, you two need to hurry. We’ll talk later, go, go!”
“Thanks for being so understanding, Shy.”
“Indeed, darling.”
She shooed them away with her hands. “And thank you two for being honest with me, now hurry up.”
They waved goodbye as they walked off.
“That went well, better than I expected really.”
“Fluttershy is rather understanding, but wait until Wednesday. We may be in over our heads.”
After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, they arrived at their destination, right on time. The outside of the restaurant looked to be made of marble, similar to the more regal buildings in Canterlot. Much like its name applied, Sur la Rivière was built next to a pristine, sparkling river.
Entering, Spike and Rarity took in the dreamlike interior. The restaurant was fairly small and decorated just like a ballroom. Chandeliers and wall-mounted lights created the perfect ambiance. The tables were lined against the walls, and the middle was left completely open. A stage sat in the front of a room with a live classical band playing, a gray mare with a dark mane and a treble cleft Cutie Mark playing cello. The reason for the open space in the middle was apparent by the few couples dancing to the music. In essence, every night there was a small ball, and it was beautiful.
Spike whistled. “Fancy.”
A stallion, who appeared to be in his early forties, stood behind a podium. He reminded Spike of the servants in the castle, especially with his handlebar mustache and combed-down mane. “Well, sir, we try our best. Do you have a reservation?”
“It’s under, 'Spike'.”
Without even looking down to the reservation list, he grabbed two menus. “I suspected as much, not many dragon guests, as you can imagine. If you two would be so kind as to follow me.” He led them to a small table near the stage, already set up for them.
“Looks good, thanks dude.”
“Yes, well, should you need me simply gesture like so.” He raised his hand and used two fingers to beckon. “I shall leave you two to make your drink selection and allow the lady a moment to choose her meal.”
Spike leaned back in the chair throwing one arm over it. “Sounds good, man.”
“Quite, sire.” With that he walked away, rolling his eyes when his back was turned.
As soon as he was certain that his waiter was out of ear shot, Spike looked at Rarity with the straightest face he could make, a clear impression of their host. “And what will the lady be having this evening?”
Rarity attempted to give the teasing dragon a bemused look, but the small giggles escaping her betraying lips were not helping. “Spike, where are your manners? That’s no way to act at such a fine establishment.”
“Perhaps, but I got you to laugh, and that means more to me.” A large, goofy grin complemented his point. “I guess I’ll try something else.” In a rather overplayed tone, “Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?”
Part of her wanted to smack him over the head for his behavior, but the other part was too busy trying not to laugh and lose her ladylike composure thanks to his antics on the cliché. “You’re horrible, Master.”
“And you love it.” He added a wink for fun.
She laid her head on her hands and looked into his eyes. “You know it.”
“Seriously though, what would you like? I ordered my dinner ahead of time; only way they could make me a meal with gems.”
“This Farmer’s Market Salad sounds divine.”
Spike looked through his own menu to find it. “Made from the freshest ingredients purchased on the same day, masterfully mixed and seasoned by our finest chefs.” He returned his gaze to hers. “Sounds good, I bet you want the breadsticks with it.”
“Naturally.”
“Wonderful.” Spike beckoned the prim and proper waiter over.
“Sire?”
“Yes, we’re ready to order. I called mine in ahead of time, but my date,” his heart skipped a beat as the words left his mouth, “the lovely and talented Rarity, would like the Farmer’s Market Salad with some breadsticks. We’ll also be needing some wine to go with our meal; what do you recommend?”
“We have a wonderful selection, but I would recommend for you two, our finest, robust, red wine. It's full-bodied and very bold, but the alcohol content itself is rather low compared to your average robust wine. Most of our wines excel in taste, without being too… strong. We find that it allows our guests to relax just enough without impairing their ability to dance.”
“Excellent, we’ll have a bottle of that then, as long as you’re okay with it, Rarity.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Very well. Your orders will be out soon.”
Rarity looked at Spike with one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you drank. And ordering for me?”
“I don’t usually. It’s more of a celebratory thing when I do, but it doesn’t really affect me like it does ponies. I’m much more resistant I guess, probably has something to do with the alcohol meeting the fire in my chest. The ordering for you was something I read in a book about how to act like a gentlestallion on a date. I didn’t find it all that useful, honestly, but I did like that part and a few other tidbits.”
“I see. Well, we’re lucky Equestria’s drinking age is twelve. I hear in Saddle Arabia it’s eighteen.”
“It is a nice touch, to the wonderful evening ahead of us.”
Rarity wore a smile like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, guilty but attempting innocence. “So I’ve been curious, not that I haven’t loved our weekend together, but why didn’t Twilight take you with her like she usually does? Hoof Kong was fine, but not Canterlot?”
As soon as Spike got over how cute Rarity’s gossip face was, he replied, “I’ll tell you, but it has to stay between us, okay?”
“Promise.”
“Well, I can’t say for certain, but I’m guessing that Celestia and Luna are planning to spend the night with her, if you catch my drift.”
Rarity was happy the wine had not arrived yet, because she would have just choked on it or spit it out. “You can’t be serious, the princesses?”
“Well, I know Celestia swings both ways; she’s been treating me less like a son and more like an up and coming stud, little things here and there. I’ve seen how she looks at Twilight, it isn’t teacherly love. Luna, well,” he paused, watching Rarity lean closer in anticipation, “I know she’s at least into mares. Twilight’s ass is like some kind of beacon, she can’t keep her eyes off of it. I’ve seen her throw a few lustful stares at stallions as well, though.”
“Still, that’s rather hard to swallow.”
“Maybe, but it makes sense. I don’t think Twilight wanted me around while they had their fun. Like you said, I go everywhere else with her. Plus, I saw her reading a book about spells that allow one temporary… additions, to their body.” The memory made Spike shiver a bit, something about it just seemed creepy.
“Scandalous- ah, here comes our wine.”
The waiter placed a bucket full of ice with a wine bottle sitting in it on the middle of the table. “Will you be needing anything else, at the moment?”
Rarity tilted her wine glass up, as did Spike, and reached for the bottle. “We’re good, sir.”
As the waiter walked away, Spike was trying not to laugh at Rarity fumbling with the cork. He momentarily wondered if his love would try using her teeth in the middle of the overly fancy restaurant. “Allow me.” He reached over and took the bottle gently, their hands touching momentarily. The sudden contact brought a light blush to his face and some personal beratement for still acting so childish. This was their first date; he needed it to go perfectly. He extended the claw on his thumb and pierced the cork with it. It popped off expertly, and he poured Rarity a glass, another tip from his book, before his own. Holding his glass up, he proposed a toast, “To us.”
“A little unoriginal, but, to us.” She tapped her glass against his before taking a sip. Spike was trying rather hard; it was very cute. He was quite the gentledrake, even if he did slip up here and there. It gave him a sort of… Canterlot style mixed with a Ponyville attitude, a perfect combo, in her opinion. Honestly, how had she let him slip past her all these years, so much wasted effort and lonely nights that could have been avoided.
“I’ll be right back.” Spike pushed his chair in and walked over to the stage, gaining the attention of the mare on the cello.
As soon as she finished her set, she walked over to him. “Spike, is that you?”
“Hard to recognize me with all this extra awesome, huh?”
She gave her old friend a quick and awkward hug from her kneeling position. “Finally got that mare you had your eye on to agree to a date, huh? Rarity was her name, right?”
Spike quickly brushed his hands down his lapel. “What can I say? I got charm for miles. And what about you, how’s Vinyl? Where is your rebel, punk’d out marefriend playing this week?”
“Yeah, let’s call it charm. Should have played her a song on that guitar of yours, mares love that. Anyways, Vinyl’s great. All of her gigs are in those Canterlot night clubs this week, and I’m performing here in Ponyville, talk about a role reversal. Don’t knock it till you try it, that tongue piercing and the things she can do with a subwoofer, drop that bass baby,” she sighed dreamily, a little drool attempting to escape her mouth.
Spike’s face was tinged a rather dark red. “As much fun as imagining you two going at it is, I actually came over to ask for a-”
“Slow song, well it’s nice to see some of your lessons actually stuck. You would have been a great musician had you stayed with it.”
“I prefer leaving my choices open.”
Rolling her eyes she stood back up and straightened her dress. “Cause library assistant is so much better than world renowned musician. Besides, you got a mare now, your choices just closed fast.”
“She’s worth it.”
She looked over the drake's shoulder, noticing a pair of azure eyes that kept trying not to stare at them. “Consider it done then. Now you better get back there before she wonders what you’re doing up here with me.”
“Thanks, Tavi.”
Octavia cringed at the nickname; it was something Spike and Vinyl found greatly amusing. “I will destroy you. Oh, and one last thing, Spike, I’m not sure how adventurous you two are, but Vinyl has a thing for the wild. I’m sure she’d love adding two more for a night.”
“You tempting seductress… we’ll see.”
Rarity watched as Spike returned to the table with an extra spring in his step. “So what was that all about?”
“I was asking Octavia- wait, you are jealous! That’s hilarious.”
“I am not!”
“Don’t pout. After all, you’re the most beautiful and generous being in this world. Plus, Octavia doesn’t play for the same team as you; although, occasionally she pinch hits.”
“I-I see.”
“She did make us a rather interesting offer for another night, though, but, for now, why don’t I show you what I was talking to her about?” He offered her his hand and she took it, gently being pulled out of her seat.
They reached the dance floor, and it felt as if all eyes were on them. In reality, they were. Such a strange couple, uniquely dressed, sharp and beautiful, and moving onto the ballroom floor just as a slow romantic song began playing was sure to draw more than a little attention. The few ponies that were dancing sat down to watch the spectacle as they reached their destination. The dragon bowed gently, and the unicorn curtsied, never letting their hands separate. He moved his hand beside her waist, but hesitated. She gently shook her head, grabbed his hand, and placed it firmly on her. The music held true as they twirled around; the rest of the world faded away around them as if the only thing that existed was them and the beat they moved to. Spike extended his arm, Rarity spun across it, turning at the end under his arm and returning to him. Her horn glowed subconsciously, and the lights dimmed throughout the restaurant. They continued like that, turns, spins, and holding each other close. Tonight, Spike was her Prince Charming, and Rarity was his princess.
Suddenly, the music increased in speed, from classic to something spicier. Spike shot Octavia a death glare, obviously revenge for his little nickname. However, his attention was drawn to the soft hand gliding down his face and onto his chest, before pushing him away playfully. He looked at Rarity; her smile said it all, it was on!
Spike masterfully undid the single button and threw his jacket onto his chair from halfway across the room. The need to fist pump was fought back, unnoticeably, well except for Rarity, who saw it in his eyes. Things quickly escalated from there. She moved in close, shaking her body millimeters from his chest. In response, he stepped forward; she moved back at the same time. Like wildfire their moves sped up to the rhythm. Rarity slid under his legs, his hands on her chest, before being pulled back out and lifted into the air. With their arms linked they walked forward together quickly, each step resonating as it hit the floor. From there, Rarity turned so that she was facing Spike with their hands still together, drew herself up and kissed him, her leg lifting just a bit. The song ended and the room broke into cheers and applause at the incredible show. Octavia could be seen smirking to herself, wing-mare extraordinaire.
They made their way back to the table panting, a little tired, and, in Rarity’s case, just the smallest bit of perspiration. She was feeling rather excited from the attention, all those ponies staring at her and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. Had any of them seen her nipples poking against the fabric? It just made her hotter thinking about it. Her salad had arrived as had Spike’s… well the best way she could describe it was very crispy hay fries with little pieces of gemstones in them. He poured them another glass, and they ate in relative silence. It felt as if they had said everything they needed to on the dance floor and were simply content to gaze upon one another. Once their meals had been finished Spike gestured for the waiter.
“Will you be having any dessert this evening, sir, madam?”
“No thank you, we’ll have something at home. If you could just bring the check over that’d be great.”
“As you wish, sire.”
Spike took the check, and grabbed his wallet. He was thankful that Celestia had started paying him as a royal advisor, diplomat, or really whatever she needed at the time, because it would have taken him three months to pay for it on a library assistant’s salary.
“Why don’t you let me at least pay for mine, Master?”
“Rarity, I love you and your generosity, but I invited you out with me so it’s my bill.” He appreciated the gesture, respected Rarity’s independence, but that did not change his mind on the matter. Plus, he would not feel right sticking her with even part of the rather sizable check.
“I understand, but I really think you should let me. I am supposed to be serving you this weekend.”
Pulling out the bits and tip and hiding them in the bill first, he put his wallet away and reached for a last second addition to his pocket. He watched as Rarity bit down suddenly on her lip to stifle her moan. Pony hearing was not as sensitive as his own draconic, which allowed him to hear the small buzz coming from under his mare’s dress but left them completely clueless. “And as your Master, I said I was paying for it, understand?”
“O-O-Of course, Master.” She felt like such a dirty whore. In the middle of Ponyville’s fanciest restaurant with an active vibrator up her ass, sending waves of pleasure through her with each shake. It was humiliating, detestable, and she absolutely adored it. Spike was punishing her for her insolence in front of all of these ponies. She could feel the dampness working its way down her leg; it felt like it would only take moments for a puddle to form under her, alerting the whole establishment to her status as Spike’s personal plaything. How she loved it. Her entire face started turning red, an insatiable look in her eye, and it took every bit of control not to let her tongue loll out of her mouth and coat the table in her saliva.
Spike let himself enjoy the show for a few seconds before placing the check on the table and moving beside her to help her up. She wobbled slightly, clearly having a hard time standing straight, thanks to his little surprise. He walked out with her hanging onto his arm, and through the streets of Ponyville they paraded, the toy never being turned off. It was still a little strange, but Spike was enjoying her little shakes and barely audible moans as he led her back home. Still, it occurred to him that it was a little cold out, so he draped one of his wings around her to keep the cold at bay.
Even though most of the townspeople were inside at this hour, she received the occasional hello, compliment, and congratulations from the stragglers. Her ability to manage a coherent response amazed her; her mind was not even able to focus on thoughts, let alone sentences. She wondered if anyone would notice the wet trail she had left from Sur la Rivière to Carousel Boutique in the morning’s light. Without even realizing it, she was at her home, her thoughts still deterred from the amazing feeling coursing through her and her own shame. She managed to undo the lock on the door with her magic.
“I was thinking, there’s really no need for that emergency heartbreak ice cream anymore, now that we have each other. So for dessert I think I’ll have a few scoops over these delicious marshmallows I’ve been thinking about all day.” He nipped gently at her neck as he helped her out of the dress, her naked body and the smell of her arousal only fueling his lust. His clothes quickly followed suit. With one hand around her waist he ushered her into the kitchen.
With his help, she crawled onto the table, her flank facing up. “But, Master, I’m all sweaty.”
Returning from the freezer with a tub of ice cream, chocolate sauce, and a cherry, he walked in front of her. “I know; that’ll make it all the sweeter. I love everything about you, including how you taste.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue winding around hers. A future full of her was all he needed. He took the cherry and placed the stem in his mouth before dangling it in front of her. She would try to bite at it gently, and he would pull away just a bit, teasing her. Their eyes locked; he could see the pleading. He loved it. Lowering his head so that the cherry brushed against her lips, he allowed her to have the sweet, juicy treat. After all, he had his own sweet and juicy treat to get to.
Rarity watched as he moved behind her, taking the rest of his dessert with him. She waited eagerly in anticipation as she felt her legs spread. Even with how often Spike had seen it the last few days, she still felt incredibly embarrassed as he welcomed himself to a complete and un-obscured view of her. With her body the way it was, she could not even tell what he was doing, adding to the thrill. She awaited the cold touch of the ice cream against her fur; instead, she felt Spike’s unnaturally warm breath huffed against her backside and openings. It was so hot and mo-Cold! Without any warning, the drake had placed a scoop of the delicious frozen cream right into the valley between her cheeks. Two more joined it, one on each side, causing her to arch her back suddenly as the cold shot through her body from her flank. She could feel it melting against her warm fur, dripping slowly down her thighs and over her entrances. A sticky, runny, and much-less-cold substance was drizzled onto her, mixing with the ice cream. She remembered the chocolate sauce she had seen in Spike’s grasp. Part of her wondered if her love's dessert was matching the vibrations still stimulating her.
He ran his tongue over some of the seeping mixture of melted ice cream, chocolate sauce, sweat, and Rarity’s arousal, millimeters from her quivering lips. Watching her body spasm ever so slightly from the contact and his breath on her brought a smile to his face. “Delicious, but it feels incomplete.” He snapped his fingers together. “I know what it’s missing.” He walked over to the counter and grabbed something without letting her see. Realigning himself behind her, he used his fingers to expertly peel away the skin. “After all, why just have ice cream when you can have a,” he rammed half of it into her moistened lips, trying not to be too rough, “banana split.”
Rarity’s back arched from the sudden intrusion; she felt a small release as she came just a bit from the insertion. It felt so extremely different from Spike. For one, it was smooth, and stranger still, it was soft. So much so, that she could feel her body squeezing against, making it mushy. The surprise did not end there though; Spike proceeded to pour the syrup onto the yellow fruit where it flowed straight into her, adding extra stickiness to the already alien feeling. The whole thing was so strange, but, for some unfathomable reason, she found herself enjoying it. Her pleasure only intensified as she felt Spike start taking bites out of the ice cream, his draconic breath mixing warm and cold on her body. Then he would nip at the banana, pushing further into her as his fangs pressed against it. Occasionally, he would even lap at the chocolate syrup and melting ice cream, flicking his forked tongue right across the tight slightly teal puckered flesh that rested right above the banana. The ice cream slowly disappeared, as did the half of the banana that had been sticking out of her. She felt his mouth against her moist and incredibly sticky lips. He worked his tongue, digging out the fruit that attempted to hide from him within her. Each dart of his tongue combined with its rough scraping against her inner walls attempting to capture the fleeing banana mush that had mixed with her own juices. It was finally too much, she screamed his name out and welcomed the flood of euphoria that pushed the remaining pieces into his mouth along with her cum, that he greedily gulped down. Her entire body was cold, but at the same time it felt like it was on fire, a warm pleasant fire. She laid her head on the table and watched as the drool accumulated around her mouth. In a heartbeat he was in front of her, his lips meeting hers as she felt small, mushy pieces of banana enter her mouth with his tongue. The taste of the sweet fruit, the delicious chocolate sauce, Spike’s saliva, and her own orgasm swept across her taste buds, causing her to moan happily into his mouth.
He relinquished his control over her mouth, and he ran his hand down her back all the way to her flank, straight through the sticky mess he left all over her, as he moved back behind her. Thankful that Rarity’s taste in kitchen tables was so sturdy, he climbed on top of it. She was so beautiful, so kind and generous, so much more than he deserved. Her hands gripped the table’s edge in front of her, as his wrapped fully around her chest, a breast in each hand with the nipples between his fingers, giving her the first notice of him joining her. He leaned onto her, careful not to put too much weight on her back, and started kissing her neck. “I think it’s time I gave you your dessert, don’t you?”
Her lip quivered in anticipation; she could feel him unsheathed and pressing against her. “Please, Master. I want it soooooooo bad.” Granting her wish, he plunged deep into her, the addictive pleasure and pain combination overtaking her.
The mixture of his earlier dessert proved the perfect lubricant for the drake; both ends had slid in perfectly. He could feel the vibrator still working diligently against the tip of his upper head. Part of him was amazed at how long the battery life on the small device was; the rest of him was too busy enjoying it and her squeezing around him to care. The extra stickiness, especially from the banana, felt incredible with her own natural juices, ever tightening insides, and the warmth resonating from her body. He began moving, his grunts and growls mixing with her moans and sighs. There was just something about being so close to her, about being one with the mare he had loved so devotedly for so long, that was unbelievably special to him. They were accepting one another in entirety, mind and body. Completely bare, her under him, and him pushing further and further into her made the world and its opinions insignificant. Spike accepted that it did not sound very masculine, but, the fact remained, he felt safe with her. He had never admitted it out loud, but, even with everything he had been through and everyone who loved him, he felt like an outcast. But here, with her in his arms, none of that mattered. This was where he belonged, and he knew she felt the same. She melted into his hold, into him. He stole a quick kiss as he sped up his pace further.
She saw him try to retreat, and she captured his lips and started a much more fiery and passionate kiss. The world could end right now, and she would be fine with that. Having him standing over her and pulling her along felt right. She subjected herself to his dominance. Their love may have been far from textbook, but, here with him, it was perfect. She may have screwed up and failed to grasp her feelings for so many years, but that was over. She could feel every part of him pounding into her. The sweat poured from her body as lewd noises were created where their bodies slapped against one another. She had never dreamed of something so magical, but here plowing into her stood her perfect knight, her prince, her drake, her love. It was almost comical, her little filly’s dreaming of being a princess in a castle, when simply being with the one she loved made those dreams look insignificant. She arched gently as Spike sent one particularly powerful thrust into her. She felt her mind beginning to blank. She began seeking her release, pushing her hips up to his in perfect timing with his own movements. His hand began expertly teasing her nipples, the claws sinking in to cause a little pain without really hurting her. She couldn’t get enough of it. It wouldn’t be long now. “Master, fuck me, ravish me! Fill me so full of your cum that my insides are completely coated with it! Make it impossible for anyone to walk by me without smelling you! Let them know I’m yours! I can’t live without you, without it, anymore! My pussy, my asshole, my entire body, my heart, and my soul belong to you! Your own personal toy, sex slave, anything you want! I LOVE YOU!”
That was the last straw for the already-close Spike. He hilted himself one final time and sprayed into her relentlessly. He could feel her becoming event tighter as her own orgasm fused with his and shot out. It coated his thighs, her flank and legs, and pooled on the table. Each time he released into her brought a new wave of ecstasy as his legs weakened and he collapsed around her.
Her orgasm was the strongest she had ever experienced. She was not sure if it was because of the extra stimulation from Spike’s banana split, or because she had just told him that she would do anything he wanted her to. It may have come out thanks to her lust-addled brain, but she meant every word. He could order her to strip completely naked and fuck her in front of her Canterlot friends, the other girls, even… her family, and she would obey. Of course, she also knew Spike would never jeopardize her dreams and the affection of her other loved ones. That’s why she was willing to give him total control, because she knew he would never hurt her. These thoughts collided with the warm seed of his love. She let herself melt under his embrace as she rode the riptides of her release.
“I love you too, Rarity,” he whispered softly into her ear.
After a few minutes… or hours, neither could really say for sure, Spike got up and helped Rarity off the table. Supporting each other, they headed towards the stairs to Rarity’s room. However, before they reached them, Rarity spotted something pink near the door. She managed to slip out from under Spike’s arm and go to investigate. What she found both shocked her and brought a smile to her face. When she returned she showed her discovery to Spike, a pair of frilly pink panties. “It appears that I was not the only one who went through town today without any underwear on.” She lifted them up to the moonlight and ran her finger over where Fluttershy’s crotch would have met the fabric. “Still wet, even after all this time. She must have saturated them completely; I’d say permanently stained, in fact.” To Spike’s amazement, Rarity used both hands to spread the panties and pressed her muzzle into it, taking a big sniff. “Oh, she was very excited. The dear even smells sweet… I wonder how she tastes.” Without a second thought she ran her tongue across the darkest part of the fabric, a small, straight line. “Mmmh, excellent, very… sweet.” Spike’s heart skipped a few beats as he watched the spectacle. For her encore, she pressed them into Spike’s hand, proof of her conviction and promise. “For you, Master.”
Spike chuckled as he laid his arm back against her. “Four more and I’ll have a whole set. I could call it, Wet Panties of the Elements of Harmony.”
She gave him a playful little push for his quip, but, for some reason, that didn’t sound too bad. “We’ll see.”
They shared a quick kiss goodnight and ascended towards Rarity’s- their room.
It was strange at first, this pleasant feeling of rushing water that seemed to somehow catch him unaware along with an oddly enticing smell that seemed to mist out from everywhere. Lost to the relaxing sensations of the rising rush of wetness over his body, his mind began to fight groggily against the fog at its edges that resisted him when reaching out for reason or memory of where he was. The flow pushed and ebbed against him, swirling fast as it continued its stimulating massage while pulling him into its depths. There was no fear though, no sense of foreboding, or rising sense of dread as he was slowly immersed into this whirlpool he found himself caught in. It was relaxing, pleasing and altogether pleasurable in spite of the danger that he was supposedly in.
But then, there is no danger, is there? His thoughts whispered to him, because it's all just a dream.
With realization came clarity, and he fully let himself go, enjoying the sensations all around him. It would not last long, like water through his fingers, reason slowly came back and the fantasy slipped away. As his head finally submerged completely beneath the ripple of water, reality tugged and pulled him back to its clutches. His eyes opened wearily to greet the new day, but something still felt awry.
It was fuzzy at first, a mass of white, a streak of purple, and some black around the edges of it all seemed to be filling his vision. A pleasured moan escaped him as he realized that something wet and moist with a broad and rough object inside was working on him lower down. His mind was still foggy, but Spike understood what was happening. He grabbed ahold of the white hills before him, laying his fingers across the teal diamonds, causing a, ‘hmm?!’ to resonate from his waker’s currently stuffed mouth. Moving his head up, he rewarded Rarity with a good morning kiss right on the lips.
“Master!”
He smiled deviously at the unicorn who was sucking him off moments ago. “What? If that’s how you want to do the whole good morning kiss,” he did it again, making it as sloppy as possible as she shivered from the treatment, “I wouldn't be much of a gentledrake if I didn’t kiss back, right?”
Rarity tried hard not to moan; after all, it was probably best not to encourage such- “Ah!” Somehow Spike had managed to sit far enough up to slip his hand under the top of her ensemble and was now playing with her breasts. It had taken her a few moments to even find a position comfortable enough to wake her dragon up this way. On her knees was awkward because he had rolled over and claimed the middle of the bed when she went to change, and any other position she tried refused to give her the angle or stability she needed. Just when she was about to give up, it hit her: she could lay on top of him as long as she kept a leg on each side of him. For Spike, however, it had only taken a matter of seconds to realize how to take advantage of her position… Honestly, she should have known displaying herself in front of his face like that. Attempting to return to servicing him proved futile as Spike got his arms around her waist and flipped her unceremoniously onto her back, leaving her lying on top of him. "Eep!" she squeaked out at the sudden movement, before finding herself being pleasantly cuddled against the dragon, the warmth of his heritage flooding over her, she couldn't help but follow his example and press into him. “Are you not going to let me finish, Master?”
His hot breath blew into her ear as he whispered, “Nah, we can finish in the bathroom; right now, I just want to stay like this, having you close.” He nuzzled against her further. “Although, feel free to wake me like that whenever you want.”
He had a point, there was just something comfortable about how their bodies radiated against one another, his strong arms pulling her against him as she melted from his touch. In some ways it was better than the sex, not nearly as passionate and fun though. Still, on a cold night this was all she would ever need, the drake she loved and his tender hold. As they laid there, quietly enjoying each other, responsibilities of the day ahead began to plague her thoughts.
"If we don't stop we'll fall asleep again." She felt a little crestfallen at the idea of leaving his arms, but time wasn't theirs to spare this morning, and she still wanted to make use of what they had left.
“So?” Vanilla filled his senses and he took a whiff of his love’s hair.
“Well, Twilight is coming to pick you up today, and I’m sure we can find a more… interesting way to spend our time before then.”
Hmm, now there was a prospect that piqued his interests. He quickly slid out from under Rarity, leaving a surprised mare crashing on the soft sheets below, before being scooped up in the dragon’s arms and carried into the bathroom like a princess. Once inside, Spike placed her back down before quickly undoing the strings keeping her maid uniform on and tossing it in the sink, enjoying every inch of her as it was revealed to him.
Rarity was quickly assessing the situation she had just been carried into. “You really enjoy doing it in here don’t you, Master?”
“Incredibly so.” He gave her a playful little nip on the flank as her skirt hit the floor.
If this was going to be anything like yesterday, she could see why. Returning the favor she went about undressing him, taking a moment to fawn and trace her fingers over his muscular body. “When we go the beach next month you’re going to turn mares into frantic, sex-crazed animals with these.”
Blushing a little more than he wanted, Spike smiled dumbly. “Only if they work as well on them as they do on you.”
It was always nice to be teased. Speaking of, Rarity slid her hand down along his scales to where Spike would reveal himself, petting it gently with her velvety fur. Her little payback worked wonders as she felt her favorite mare-breakers come back out of hiding.
Without any warning, Spike forced Rarity’s hands back to his chest. “Not yet.” Turning to the side, he turned the bathtub on letting it fill. With a flourish he dragged Rarity with him into the shower, turning the water on with his tail before kissing her passionately. After a few moments of allowing the water to soak in, he placed the bar of soap in her hands, squeezing just a bit. “Let’s see if you’ve improved any since last time.”
Rarity found herself being led out of the enclosed shower as the water turned off. So Spike thought he was going to question her technique, huh? Well if that was how it was going to be, she knew exactly how to make that drake of hers purr. She lathered her hands before moving the bar of soap to her considerable bust and rubbing it all over. The feeling of the soap on her breasts and quickly hardening nipples was magical. It left them feeling slippery and slick, and more than once she had to suppress a moan as she worked it intricately into her fur.
Spike seemed almost hypnotized by her lewd display, his eyes never strayed from her bust, and she loved it. Once she felt that she had perfectly worked in the soap, she placed a finger on his chest and trailed it over him as she moved behind him, admiring his gloriously broad back. With her hands placed firmly on his shoulders she pressed her chest forward against his back, moaning lightly as her nipples and breasts were pushed against his tough scales, long spines, and the nubs of his wings, they were all so smooth.
When he felt those voluptuous mounds against his back he subconsciously stood a little straighter. Each grind and rotation felt like two giant marshmallows pressing warmly against his back, with a pointy little chocolate chip in each. Rarity had certainly thought up a winner with this one, but Spike was not ready to be outdone just yet. His snuck his arm down between his legs and brought his fingers to the source of his lover's heat. He dipped in, enjoying the ecstatic yelp from his unprepared mare.
Spike had easily stalled her in a most pleasant way, but it was not that simple to deter Rarity. In an instant she was once again working away at the drake’s backside as he worked his fingers inside of her. The lower she slid down his back, the further he had to stretch to stay in her, and, to both their regret, he eventually had to pull out completely. Of course, Rarity’s disappointment was short-lived once she realized where she was: Spike's nice, firm ass. She was going to enjoy this.
The extra gusto with which Rarity started moving against him was not lost on Spike. “You really like my ass, huh?”
“Just because it would be rude for a lady to stare doesn’t mean we don’t take the occasional glance.” She pressed herself even harder against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “And this is one sight I’ll be taking a lot of glances at, far more than I already have.”
It was a little strange for Spike not to be doing anything. In a way it was kind of nice to just relax and get treated, but he really preferred taking part- Bingo! It was a shame Rarity could not see the devilish smirk on his face. His tail snaked its way along the floor and moved up searching for its target. Drops of water dripped onto it, but once something more viscous than water hit it; he knew he had found it. As the spade on his tail began rubbing up and down the wet folds, Rarity’s delighted gasps filled his ears, he could not help but thank Celestia a dragon’s tail was so dexterous.
Perseverance, the one word that seemed to truly exemplify Spike’s nature to her. When one thing did not work he just tried another instead of giving up. In a way, it was how he had managed to catch her affection, and, even now that he had it, he still worked as hard as he could to please her. Earlier this weekend she had made a point that it was her job to take care of him and his needs, but she had come to realize that real love was about working together for each other. Spike was making sure to give just as good as he got. His tail may have been alien to her marehood, but Spike was managing the same techniques he used with his fingers-
“Unh!” The spade came down hard on her flank, undoubtedly leaving a nice red mark. Rarity had to keep herself from panting; the stimulation from her rubbing and Spike’s was proving quite challenging to that endeavor. She would not give up though, placing Spike’s first leg between her breasts and moving down slowly before switching to the other. With only one part of this side left, she placed a kiss at the base of his tail and began soaping it up in the same way she did the legs, the flexible spines sliding perfectly between her bust. Once again, Rarity had gotten too far down for his reach, but she was just about done. As she finished, she placed a kiss on the tip of the spade she had yet to shampoo, tasting herself on it. It seemed so wrong to enjoy one’s own taste, and it added just a bit more heat to the inferno raging inside her.
As Rarity returned to his front he could not help but to enjoy the intrinsic beauty she held without her make-up, a gem beneath a jewel. Her fur appeared a little ruffled where she had met his back, it was cute. Of course, she was not done yet as she applied more soap and brought herself to his chest. That sweet and somehow mischievous smile was intoxicating, and, before he knew it, she had slung her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, tongue-tangling kiss as she used her entire body as a loofa. He could taste her saliva in his mouth as they wound around each other, feel her chest against his, and the warmth from her marehood pulsing against his lower of the two. Her face was flushed when they finally separated, and he knew his was the same.
There was no question that she had managed to get the soap over the rest of the dragon with her hug, but Rarity had no interest in giving up a chance to take a more intricate look at the dragon’s chest and abs. As she scaled down, she inspected each and every inch of the drake for proper cleaning. She almost swooned when she reached his abs; training with Rainbow Dash and working at the farm with Applejack was paying off in a very favorable way. Her eye for detail revealed that Spike was entirely covered in soap and ready to rinse off, which meant it was his turn to take care of her, something she was quite looking forward to.
As Rarity stood naked before him numerous thoughts filled his young mind, most of them dirty, a few sweet, and some that were both. The particular plan he had set his heart on was likely going to go one of two ways, hotter than the fire burning in his chest or a complete and utter disaster with a slap mark across his face. If there was one thing he had learned this weekend though, it was that sometimes you had to take a risk to reap the rewards. “Rarity, I need you to get on your knees.”
She did as instructed, curiosity evident, so far so good. “Now, I’m going to use my own special shampoo, so make sure you don’t let a drop hit the floor.” Spike brought his hand to his already stiff arousal. If it was not clear now what he was planning then he doubted it ever would be. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Rarity’s velvety hands moved his out of the way.
“Allow me to get it from the tap myself, Master.”
Rarity was working both of her hands on a different member, being careful to keep her arms out of the shot path. This was so much better than when Spike did it himself, and far more stimulating being able to watch her breasts bounce with each movement. She was quite creative in Spike’s opinion, occasionally flourishing her hand up the shaft only touching it with her perfectly manicured fingernails. Other times she would firmly grasp and go back and forth. The best, though, was when she would play with the tip, her soft fingers were magical against the extra-sensitive spot.
Without trying to hold back, Spike was building up quickly and powerfully. His head flew back as a torrent of green fire escaped his mouth and white dragon seed splashed all over Rarity’s bare chest and legs, some even managed to land on her face and in her mane. The moment he looked back down he instantly felt himself getting hard again from the view. Rarity completely covered in his seed was one of the hottest things he had ever seen, something that seemed to keep being one-upped this weekend.
Her first thought was that she was feeling very sticky. Spike’s thick scent was all over her, it was incredibly intoxicating. Using two fingers, she cleaned the small amount that still leaked from Spike, and greedily placed them in her mouth, sucking hungrily and savoring the flavor that much more. Spike’s eyes practically bulged from his head, and she had to fight back a giggle or risk losing the sultry portrait she had created. “What should I do now, Master?”
Spike gradually returned to his senses, Rarity sure knew how to get to him. “What else would you do with shampoo rub it- Oh, crap!” Fumbling past Rarity, he practically dived for the faucet that was pouring warm water into a nearly filled hot-tub like bath.
That was the last straw, Rarity burst into a fit of cute giggles. Spike’s quickly darkening face only made it worse; though, she did feel a little bad for laughing at him.
“Well,” he rubbed the back of his head, “for the sake of preserving the mood, I suggest we pretend I’m not a complete idiot.”
Somehow she managed to collect herself. “Don’t feel too bad, Master. After all, mares love a gentledrake who can make them laugh.” She gave him a wink. “Perhaps you have the right idea, though. So I was doing what with all this wonderful shampoo again?” In long, drawn-out movements, she began to slide her hands along her voluptuous body, purposefully framing herself, putting his dripping, sticky mess out on display in a way he simply could not ignore.
“Ah, yes!” His eyes roamed over this arousing contradiction before him. This most refined and elegant figure, normally so adamant about keeping herself clean, now stood there sullied, and defiled by him, and she was loving every minute of it. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “Well obviously, I want you to rub it in, and be nice and thorough about it.” Spike turned her towards the mirror and got behind her. She watched as he took some of the cream from her body into his hands, her expression could have melted his heart. At first, the sticky, white goo made him a bit squeamish. It was his first time really feeling it, and it was a lot different from hers. However, he knew that he would have to get over it if he wanted to do this. Slowly at first, he started rubbing it into her back; it practically matched her coat color. At the same time, she had begun massaging as much as she could into her chest. Little wisps of smoke escaped his mouth, a clear sign of how this was affecting him.
As Rarity was spreading the sticky substance throughout her wet coat she briefly wondered if there were any possible positive effects of dragon sperm in her fur or, as her hands ran through it, her mane. As incredibly sexy as this was, it would even better if it also made her hair fuller or shinier to help offset the amount of time she assumed it was going to take to get all of this mess out. Her thoughts began to fade from her looks as she started working on her breasts, brushing against her nipples every few seconds. She hummed contentedly as Spike shifted down to her ass and Cutie Mark, being nice and rough with her posterior. Without question, she enjoyed being a naughty filly. To further validate the point, her fingers ran down her body straight to the source of her arousal. Just touching herself with her hands soaked in her lover’s seed drove her to moan uncontrollably. It felt so good as she saturated herself with a mixture of her excitement and Spike’s. The idea of shampooing herself with his cum was gone, replaced by a desire to force the warm draconic seed of her lover deep into her body. She could feel herself approaching an orgasm from seemingly nowhere as her thoughts became dirtier and dirtier, which made Spike’s timing in moving away from her cheeks and right to her tailhole all too fantastic! If Spike’s hand had not been supporting her she would have fallen on her rear on the bathroom floor as her body became like jelly. Her mind was swimming in ecstasy and with another series of pleasured moans, she soon found her hand covered further in sexual release. In her addled state she brought it up to her face and took a big whiff, musky yet sweet. Without even realizing what she was doing she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them clean, completely obsessed with the taste. Once she felt she had every last drop, Spike’s head craned over her shoulder and captured her lips against his, allowing her to share the flavor as the dragon’s tongue played with hers.
As they finally broke apart, Spike and Rarity took a long look at the sperm-covered mare in the mirror. “That’s sexy, and it seems you enjoyed yourself quite a bit too, huh?”
Rarity’s cheeks reddened considerably as she stared at the strangely sultry mare, wondering briefly if that was really her… This was far from ladylike, but… “It was magnificent.”
“Then you are going to love this.” Holding her hand in his, Spike walked to the nearly full tub and got in, the water shifting ever so slightly as he leaned back. He sighed in content as the warm water reached his neck, carrying his worries away. Extending his arm, he helped Rarity in. As her hips landed on his stomach he couldn’t believe how lucky he was that this beautiful, intelligent, and generous mare was in love with him. A regular dream come true… Although looking at her it was definitely a wet dream come true.
Slowly Rarity slipped down Spike’s soapy stomach until she felt his tips prodding against her. Using her magic, she positioned them for a smooth entrance and pushed herself down. “Mmh!” She bit her lip. The water had made the penetration far easier, easing some of the pain she usually felt as Spike entered both ends. Rarity laid her body down across Spike’s as she went further in, pressing their chests together ever so pleasingly. In this position she would be the one controlling the action, and she took full advantage of that by moving her arms around Spike’s neck and giving him a deep and fiery kiss while at the same time turning the switch for the water jets that was hidden behind his head. The jets had always been a guilty pleasure of hers, her naked body getting tickled and massaged by them had been the solution to unwinding on more than a few lonely nights. Now, with Spike firmly planted inside of her, they felt even better moving up against her spread lips and tailhole. Spike’s face was priceless, there was no doubt the streams of water were doing a number on him as well.
Once she grew more accustomed to the sensations of the driving streams of pressure and Spike being deep inside of her, she began moving her hips up and down. Each time her actions caused Spike to slide out the hot water filled the empty space, but, interestingly enough, each time she hilted she felt more water spill into her, forced up by the drake’s virility and pouring into her open body as the rest of the water was pushed back into the tub. As her body grinded against him, she looked into his eyes, there was so much love and care, so much lust, that stared back, that she would have swooned right there as her heart sped up from the sudden flow of emotions she felt for the drake had it not been for the swoon-preventing position she found herself in. Her face was so red that she had to look away causing her to notice the soapy bubbles that had filled the bath and the white-hued water. She had gone from being covered in Spike’s seed to bathing in it! The realization had an instant affect, her body squeezed Spike, creating an even firmer grasp. The extra motivation seemed to drive Spike into a frenzy as his claws dug into her ass and started forcing her off and on him much harder than she had. Her moans filled the bathroom as she became more and more excited by the dragon’s sudden seize of control! “Master!” she gasped. "Please break- me! Make it so- you’re the only one who- who will ever be able to make me cum!”
To say Spike was having a good time was a bit of an understatement. So far, Rarity had surprised him with the tub’s water massage… thingy. It was a little weird having something rising up against his butt, especially one spot in particular, but it still felt pretty good once he calmed down from the surprise. Better still was how it pressed against his twin dragons, different parts receiving attention as she shifted on him. Once she started moving, her breasts and nipples ground against his chest in a very sensuous way. Rarity seemed far too... occupied to notice that every time she surged on his body that the water crashed over the edge of the tub getting all over the floor. Her body was art in motion, and as she started running her hands down her cascading, beautiful, wet mane he felt himself twitch inside of her. Rarity always could put on quite the performance; it just was not a drama this time.
The splashing water was carrying his sperm off of her and mixing it with the soap rinsing off of his own body. The thought that him and Rarity were basically bathing in dragon cum and sudsy water was strangely alluring. The water inside her body seemed to move against him along with her own convulsions as if they had synced together. Everything was amazing. Then in one glorious moment she seemed to collapse on him, and his mind started reeling from the rush! There were simply too many new and exciting elements to this form of lovemaking with the mare he adored, and it was asking too much for him to hold out as long as he usually did.
His claws fell upon Rarity’s flank as he wrenched control from her; though, based on how loud she was, she did not mind. That was when he heard her beg him for one of the sexiest things ever. It awoke something primal and instinctual in him. From his core a mighty roar rang out as he pushed her as far down as she could go. It felt like the most that had ever come out of him as his body ran on the pinpricks of adrenaline and ecstasy.
Something had awoken within him, something ancient both foreign and familiar at the same time. Rarity was his, and she had been all weekend even if he had not realized it at first, but now she asked for him to conquer her and in response he claimed her as his own. A truly beautiful gem and worthy treasure in his possession- No, those kinds of thoughts were dangerous. He had been down this road before… never again. It was true, she was his, but he was just as much hers. Both free and captive at the same time were the two hearts to each other. Thinking like that was going to keep him sane… away from that feral beast.
Rarity’s own orgasm had hit her almost the instant she had heard that roar. It was intoxicating and it drove her wild in ways she had never known. The vibrations from the feral outcry and water jets surged through her, making her fall limp against Spike’s chest. It felt like a gallon of Spike’s seed poured into her, but maybe it was just how it was mixing with the water; it was so hard to tell with her mind addled as it was. Her whole body seemed to convulse and writhe in the force of her orgasm, mixing even more into the already murky tub. However, as good as it had been for her, she noticed that Spike’s face seemed almost… afraid. It was her last thought before blacking out from the pleasure.
She woke up tucked in her oversized and cushy bed with the smell of pancakes wafting up the stairs and into her room. As she lifted the covers up, she searched around the regally decorated room for her clothes. The lighting through the purple, silk drapes revealed them folded neatly on one of her work desks with an egg shaped toy next to them, the controller suspiciously missing. It did not take long for her to slip her maid uniform on and place the vibrator inside of her ass, biting her lip as it went in. It was a shame Spike was not here to do it himself; the thought of those delightful claws on her skin made her shiver.
Following the scent of the baked batter, she walked into the kitchen. Her heart skipped a few beats at the sight before her. Humming some rock tune while he flipped pancakes was Spike, but that was not what had taken her breath and turned her cheeks so dark. No, that honor went to the frilly, pink apron the drake was wearing… the only thing he was wearing. The sight was a masterpiece of polished scales, sleek muscles, beautiful wings, and that perfect rear of his swinging ever so slightly with the tempo as his tail tapped along on the floor to the beat. A familiar warmth began between her legs.
Spike was quick to notice the other presence in the room; he had been waiting for her, after all. “Hey, Rarity! I’m just about done with the last of these. Why don’t you grab a seat?”
She was shocked at how he acted like it was the most normal thing in the world to be practically naked in her kitchen cooking! Okay, so maybe this weekend it was not the most uncommon thing… her current clothing choice could attest to that. “You do know, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, right? Where did you even get your apron from?”
Nonchalantly he answered back, “This? Oh, I had it in my bag; I figured I’d be making a few meals this weekend, but you’ve been treating me the whole time, well, except dinner last night. Funny, that’s the answer to the first question too. I believe you’ve earned yourself a little respite for the wonderful service you’ve provided.”
“But-”
Spike turned his head staring at her; his eyes said it all: he was not to be questioned. “That’s an order.”
Rarity was glad she was not wearing panties or else she would have just soaked them from how excited she got with Spike taking charge of her like that. The chair did not fare nearly as well as she sat down, the cushion pressed against her becoming saturated. “As you command, Master.”
In an instant Spike was back to happily placing the hot cakes onto a plate, the table already set for two, and grabbing some syrup from the cupboard. Placing the considerable stack down, he shook his head as he admired the flushed look on her face, that mare loved it when he stripped away her control… and her clothes. “Fantastic!” He slid behind her and whispered into her ear, “I’ll be right back,” and like that he walked out of the room.
The pile in front of her was a little intimidating; Pinkie would probably only see it as a snack. One day she would have to discover the secret of how Pinkie Pie ate so much and never seemed to put on any weight. Her mind shifted back to the situation at hand. For some reason Spike was trying to turn her on, and doing a magnificent job of it. Images flashed through her head as her imagination ran wild, ropes, collars, their bodies pressed against the kitchen table as he drizzled syrup over her making his own breakfast, and so many more, each more daring and exciting than the last. So it went without saying that when Spike returned in the same clothes he had on when he arrived she was more than a little curious where this was going. Once he started placing pancakes on his plate and eating them, quelling the feeling of disappointment that arose was difficult.
“I think we need to have a little talk about all of this,” Spike started.
Rarity’s entire body screamed at her to jump across the table and yell for the drake to, ‘Shut up and take her now!’ but the memory of Spike’s face before she had her unplanned nap flashed before her eyes. Still, it was rude to get a lady riled up and not take care of her, and Spike would be hearing a word or two on the matter later! She took a few pancakes for breakfa- a glance and the clock revealed that it was more of a brunch. “Alright, darling, what’s on your mind?”
“Where do we go after this weekend? What do we do?”
Rarity put her utensils down and gave Spike one of her infamous glares. “I told you this isn’t just some fling-”
He raised his hand to stop her. “I know, and that’s not what I meant. The whole reason this weekend has gone so well is because it’s been just the two of us alone,” a yellow Pegasus with pink hair touching herself popped into his head, “mostly. However, Twilight’s coming to pick me up this afternoon. Most of the town knows we’re dating; apparently a date between two of Equestria’s ‘greatest’ heroes as well as between the only dragon in most of Equestria and a very talented and famous designer doesn’t go unnoticed. Plus, I'm fairly certain Dash flew around telling everyone after seeing us yesterday.”
A weak, sheepish smile was offered. “Yes, small town news travels fast.” In truth, Rarity was quite thrilled to be the talk of the town, any publicity was good publicity, and this was extremely good publicity.
Spike nearly laughed. “Oh, I’ll say. Pinkie Pie stopped by while you were asleep and asked when we should have the ‘Rarity and Spike are Finally Dating and Celestia did it Take Them Long Enough!’ party… She also may have seen me in the whole naked apron ensemble, as you would put it, because it hadn’t crossed my mind at the time.”
Grasping a cup of orange juice conveniently set before her, Rarity attempted not to choke, thankful she had not been drinking at the time. “And, um, how did that go?”
“I believe her exact words were something like, ‘Nice apron, Spike, mind if I see what’s underneath? Just kidding! Maybe- Rarity sure knows how to pick them.’ It was a very awkward.” He was not however going to mention that it was kind of hot having Pinkie hit on him.
A few deep breaths were had as Rarity mulled over the information, “Do you think she’ll tell anyone about it?”
“I had her Pinkie Promise,” as long as I let her cop a feel of my rear, he thought to himself.
The sudden weight was lifted off of Rarity’s chest. “Well it sounds like this is not exactly the most unexpected thing to happen in Ponyville.”
“Yeah, but in most places it doesn’t rain chocolate milk because of an escaped god of chaos.”
“Yes, well, be that as it may, I think we’ll be okay going out about town.”
“In truth, I wasn’t too worried about that. I’m more concerned with Twilight. Can’t exactly start with, ‘Hey, Twi, how was your weekend? Celestia and Luna were that good, huh? Me, oh, I just kind of slept with one of your best friends in the whole world multiple times and we’re sort of dating now.’ Rightfully so, I question how that’s going to go over.” Spike went to bang his head into the table before realizing that Rarity probably would not appreciate a dragon face engraved into it.
As much as she hated to admit it, Spike might have had a point. She had been left in charge of him, and this was far from the normal version of watching someone. It still did not make any sense: why would Twilight insist that Spike stay over somewhere when the young dragon had been staying home alone while they gallivanted across Equestria for years? Honestly, the drake was of legal mating age by Equestrian law, and in another year he would be considered a full-blown adult. “You may have a point. But it does beg the question, what kind of relationship do Twilight and you have? Is she your mother? Your sister? Your guardian? I know she’s more than your boss.”
The worry from before seemed to fade away as Spike broke into laughter, nearly to tears. “My mother… I don’t have one. I mean sure Celestia raised me, but with all the duties of being the sole princess of Equestria it was more like I was raised by tutors, mentors, and Cadence when she wasn’t watching Twilight or completing her own duties. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my childhood, how many colts or fillies get to practice swordplay, learn crazy survival techniques, or any number of amazing skills? Sure it was a bit lonely, but everything in my life has lead me here… I wouldn’t trade a single moment to risk losing this. As far as being a guardian, when was the last time you saw Twilight cook or clean when it wasn’t Reshelving Day?”
The thought of Twilight doing any sort of housework did seem a bit amusing, and her chuckle gave away the fact she thought so. “Fair point.”
“Twilight… Twilight is my oldest friend, my first real friend. She’s a nightmare of a roommate, always making messes and flipping out, but it’s worth cleaning up after her to have her around, you know? I can’t explain how Twilight Sparkle and I are because the words just don’t exist. One thing does stick out though; she is my very defensive, best friend with outrageous amounts of arcane magical energy to burn if she decides she is angry at one of us... I’m considering digging a bunker.”
All of the signs seemed to point in one direction. Rarity smiled knowingly. “Spike, I believe that Twilight may have been pushing us together with this whole, ‘Watch Spike for the weekend,’ thing. I’ll admit that might be prudent to refrain from mentioning we’ve been going at it like I’m in estrus, but I think she’ll understand… us,” Rarity moved a hand back and forth between the two to emphasize her point.
It did make a lot of sense. “Okay, I could see that. Twilight being my wingpony doesn’t seem so crazy really. That brings us to the sex though. It’s going to be a little weird, me coming over and staying over all the time and us acting like it’s innocent… especially considering that in the three days we’ve been… sexually active, two of our five best friends have found out in rather… compromising ways. On top of that, this weekend is one of the few free you ever really have. Usually you have orders to fill, parties to go to, fashion shows to attend. As things look, we’re about to go from tons of sex to no sex for a while. I can’t be coming over during business hours so we can do it in the backroom,” his lips curled upwards, “too often at least. Even without the sex, I’d still love you… but I kind of like the sex and I know you do too, Miss. Break Me, Spike.”
Her face flushed. “Uh, yes. Well, sometimes that’s how adult relationships are; however, I will be inviting you to those fashion shows and parties with me as my escort from now on and I always get the nicest hotel rooms with very big, comfy beds that we could spend a lot of our free time in.” She gave him a suggestive, little wink to make her point perfectly clear. “And eventually Twilight is going to figure out we’re making love, darling. When that happens, it’ll be much easier to find the time."
The relief on Spike’s face was evident. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks for hearing me out.”
Rarity reached over the table, the stack of pancakes long gone, and placed her hand on his cheek comfortingly. “I’d be a pretty bad friend, and an especially bad marefriend if I didn’t. Whenever you have a problem, any problem, I’ll listen, Spike. You have my word.” She saw it in his eyes: a fear. Whatever had worried him in the tub was still being kept secret, locked away, sealed, and hidden for now, and it appeared that it would stay that way, but she could wait until he was ready to tell her. At least this had made him feel a bit better for now. “Now, come on, Master, I’m sure you have more plans for us before Twilight comes to get you.”
A confident drake rose from the chair, leading his giggling mare into the shop. “You know I do.” All remnants of their meal were gone except the dirty plates and silverware left behind in their rush.
Light flooded the room as Rarity and Spike entered laughing like children, spinning around in one another’s arms. The ponyquins that littered the floor room played spectator to the two lovers as their lips locked in a passionate embrace, looking like guests at a cocktail party dressed in their finest. With visions of each other flooding their every thought, attention to their surroundings was a detail that no longer seemed important. Spike's feet were not in as much agreement as they stumbled over the display stage used to model the many satiny pinks, silky purples, shimmering blues, and dozens of other dress designs splayed out in all directions around them, each adorned with a sparkling reflection of light from the pattern of gems embedded within. He was sent sprawling backwards, pulling the object of his desires down over top of him. The drake was barely phased as he pressed her further into him, his arms wrapping around her waist all the more. She pushed him down roughly, excitedly, and broke the kiss with a flourish, her large curls bouncing with the quick motion. Both of their cheeks were flushed as they caught their breaths, staring hungrily at each other. The flash of a gray feathered-wing and a blond mane moving away caught Spike’s attention, thanks to the open curtains.
His lip curled up into a mischievous grin. “Rarity, it’s Monday.”
Preparing to descend greedily over her dragon's neck, she was paused by the obvious and strange statement. “Um, yes, it is, Master. Why?
“Well then, shouldn’t you go get the mail?”
It had come out so casually, but implied so much, making Rarity shiver. “At once, Master.”
She started for the door, but was quickly delayed by the drake. “And, Rarity, one more thing.”
Here he was ordering her to walk out into the busy streets of Ponyville in the middle of the day, and there was more still. Her heart raced in anticipation as her body became increasingly excited. What else could he possibly expect her to do?
Spike moved towards the window, making sure to get a nice view. Rarity shuddered as his breath ran against her fur as he whispered into her ear. “I want you to bend over and check to make sure you got it all real carefully.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the growing blush on her face as she realized what he meant and the nervous swishing of her tail against his leg told him the same; he was quite pleased. He released her shoulder and made his way over towards the window for a better view of the show to come. “Oh, and if I don’t see exactly what I want, I’ll be very disappointed, and we wouldn’t want that.”
“O-of course not, Master.”
With her hand on the doorknob, Rarity took a moment to contemplate what she was about to do. In a very skimpy maid dress without any underwear, she was going to walk out into a crowded Ponyville. Then she was going to bend over to get her mail and flash Spike who was watching from the window. The entire concept was ludicrous… and a bit against the whole, "not letting their sexual relationship get out," plan. However, as much as it terrified her, she could feel the moisture soaking her legs at the thrill and excitement. The other night in the empty streets had been so amazingly hot that she could not help but want this. She took a deep breath to steady her hands, still shaking with nervous excitement. Seeking out her normal air of dignity and ladylike mannerisms, she opened the door and stepped outside into the brightly shining day.
It was almost instantaneous, every pony in the streets had their eyes on her the second her hoof hit the walkway. Still, she refused to show even the slightest bit of fear or awkwardness that would cause one to question the normal revere placed upon her, aside from her quickly reddening face and very wet legs, thankfully hidden by the little that she called a skirt. Sensing the stares from all around her, Rarity had to focus her attention completely on the mailbox itself, never letting her eyes stray left or right, fearing her reaction to them looking would give her away. Her heart raced a mile a minute with each slow and graceful step. She wanted to make a mad dash for it, to run and grab the mail before fleeing back to her home before the ponies had a chance to see what their watching was doing to her body.
That would never do, however. Spike wanted a show, and she wanted to give him one. With the thought of his eyes at her back she felt herself growing more confident, and more forward by the time she at last reached the mailbox, her heart still racing as she grabbed the handle. She opened the door and spread her legs apart in a way that was completely unnecessary to getting the mail. Reaching inside, she grabbed a handful of envelopes, letting one letter slip and fall onto the ground. Rarity bent over far more than she had to to get it, knowing full well from the back that her flank would be spread wide open revealing everything to anyone who might catch a glance. Of course, the window was the only angle that would allow for such viewing pleasure, and Spike had the only seat in the house. That did not change the rush she received from her public display however, only proving to push her further into need. Anypony from the front would at least be able to get a decent view of her cleavage at this angle, and she caught a few stallions attempting to hide the fact they were staring. Suddenly, pleasure coursed through her body making her legs weak as the unmistakable vibrations radiated from her flank.
Spike had a feeling his smile could not be any more smug as he played with the controler set to high in his hand. He could see everything; her entire body seemed to shake for a moment as she soaked the fur on her legs even further. Ponyville had no idea what was happening in front of them, but he certainly did. The feeling of control was amazing, but the fact she was most likely biting her lip to stop a moan from escaping into the streets was even better. Watching her try to walk back to the door was priceless, and so very arousing, each step seemed to take everything in her as her legs appeared to refuse to work right. She was doing admirably in his admittedly insane task, and he was not heartless.
The thought of adding a railing to her walkway seemed very appealing to Rarity as she struggled to make her way to the door; never had the distance to her mailbox seemed so long. Each step brought a new wave of euphoria through her body, making her legs quake and her hips writhe. It was mind-numbing, and she was worried that she might bite down so hard to stifle herself that she would draw blood. She could feel the eyes on her, admiring and undoubtedly wondering about the scandalous outfit and the loss of her usual grace in her awkward steps. It occurred to her that some of the mares might have been fully aware of the situation, having taken part in similar experiences with adult toys. The thought that her secret might be known by some of the spectators only fueled her lust. When the door opened to Spike, wearing the most innocent smile on his face, she almost threw herself into his arms in relief; however, her current predicament would not allow such quick movement. She managed the last few steps into the boutique, both thankful and disappointed to be through the thrilling and embarrassing challenge her drake set for her.
Using his finger to lift her chin, Spike looked at the flushed and embarrassed face of his love. “So cute.” He kissed her lips, playfully nibbling the bottom one as he broke away. The whole thing had been a sudden flash of brilliance, but it was also pretty stupid to the whole, ‘keeping how far their relationship had gone from Twilight,’ plan… Looking at her now though, totally worth it.
“So what now, Master?” she asked with baited breath.
The dragon locked the front door, “Wouldn’t want Twilight walking in on us… think we’ve had enough of that for one weekend,” and led her back to the stage. “Now, how about you do a little modeling for me? You’ve always been far too stunning and beautiful to be on the sidelines watching those other models strutting down this stage in your masterpieces.”
Rarity could not help but kiss the drake for his kind words before using her magic to draw the curtains. She put her mouth next to his ear and in her most seductive voice whispered, “For you, Master, I would love to.”
Spike lowered the setting, noticing the apparent relief of the seamstress, as she sashayed her hip on the way to the back of the stage. Once she had disappeared the lights dimmed and a beautiful and intricate series of lights came on creating a unique ambiance and a focal point on the stage. His jaw dropped as the most beautiful mare in the universe strutted out in that sexy little outfit. Her white fur seemed to be accentuated by the lights, and those long legs were so wonderfully enthralling him with each step. After years of forcing his eyes away, it felt almost ... wrong to let his eyes be drawn to those gorgeous breasts, entranced by their every bounce up and down with every exaggerated sway of her hips. But now here she was inviting his stares, and as a gentledrake it would be terribly rude not to oblige an invitation from a lady.
This was certainly not Rarity’s first time on the stage, but the fact it was a very private show just for Spike filled her heart with the same giddy feeling as her first time. Normally, she would be focusing on displaying the best attributes of the outfit she was wearing; however, each movement was instead used to model her body, from the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts. The attention was no longer on what she wore, but on her and she was reveling in the diea, seductively tantalizing her one-dragon audience. It was rather obvious where his eyes were, typical male, but she enjoyed the fawning. Teasing was probably the most sensual part of their newly-created sex lives for her, and she loved being both the teaser and the one being teased. It made her hot under the collar and wet under the skirt in a way she just could not explain. As she reached the end of the stage, she sought to utilize her favorite form of getting the two of them excited. With a flourish of her magic a duster flew into her hand, and she bent over pretending to dust an imaginary vase, giving the drake a full view of her dripping marehood, flank, and tailhole.
Spike was about to give a loud whistle to escalate the situation even further when a strange and yet terrifyingly familiar electrical current sizzled near him, tingling his spines. He shielded his eyes as a flash of light filled the room and one Twilight Sparkle walked out. Swallowing hard, Spike turned around to find Twilight’s eyes pointed directly at Rarity’s exposed rear. “Well, so much for that plan.”
There was a moment of complete silence, the calm before the storm, and Twilight was the first to break it, “I’m even better at this than I thought; nice ass, Rarity.”
A comedic image of him and Rarity dropping face-first onto the floor popped into Spike’s head. With a good shake he cleared his thoughts and attempted to pick up the pieces of his mind Twilight had just blown. When that did not work he fell back on what usually worked: sarcasm and questions. “I’ll say, but... you know- what?!”
“Like this is the first time you’ve caught me staring at a mare.”
Rarity finally came back to reality, where she promptly stood back up and covered herself.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you staring at Rarity.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re too busy staring to notice my staring is it?” Twilight put her hand on her chin. “Come to think of it, you never noticed when I was checking you out either.”
It was at this point Rarity did the one thing any reasonable lady would in this situation: flip out. “Why are you so relaxed about this!? And what do you mean you were checking me and Spike out!? And what was wrong with using the door like a normal pony!?”
Twilight’s face contorted into a rather smug and amused look, her eyebrow arched just a bit. “Because why would I take a train when I can teleport? And, more on your question, this is a business, people come in and out all the time. It’s not like I appeared in your bedroom or bathroom. As for the other two, Spike’s an adult… ish, dragon now,” she took a moment to eye him up, licking her lips, “and can make his own decisions, and can you blame me? You two are very, stimulating, especially with that maid outfit on.”
With her hand against her forehead, Rarity attempted to figure everything out. “So… we’re good then?”
“Depends,” in a feat of impressive agility for the purple egghead, she jumped up onto the stage and threw her arms around Rarity before planting a breathtaking kiss on the other mare’s lips, “do I get to play with you and Master?”
All these surprises were sure to be bad for Rarity’s heart. She had never kissed a mare before, let alone one of her best marefriends in the world, but Twilight was making it hard to argue. She could taste sweet, juicy grapes on the other mare’s lips, and Twilight was using her tongue to brush against Rarity’s teeth and upper lip. Everything about Twilight was softer than Spike, but still pleasurable, just in a different way. Her entire face was flushed, Twilight was being very… convincing. “I-I think we could… do that, if Master is okay with it.”
Twilight shot the drake a look so suggestive and sexy that, had the two beautiful mares kissing and the little show before not gotten him hard, he surely would be now. “So, Master, is having two mares at your service okay with you, or is it too much?”
He took the bait hook, line, and sinker. “Oh, you’re going to find just how well I can handle it.” In his mind though he was going through what had just happened. Twilight, had flashed in and caught them, and not only did she not care, but she decided to join in. More surprisingly, Rarity had agreed without much coercion. Nothing made sense anymore… How long had he been standing there quietly? Awkward.
“Rarity, strip our new maid, a sweater vest and skirt are not the appropriate attire.” Okay, that bought him some time. Twilight, his oldest friend in the universe, wanted to sleep with him and his marefriend, quite a bit to comprehend. She was certainly a beautiful mare, in a different but still very appealing style than Rarity- and wearing a very frilly pink bra, noticeable thanks to the absence of the freshly removed sweater vest. Of course now her skirt was being pulled down those luscious legs; the luscious legs that belonged to someone he practically took care of on a daily basis. This-This was definitely going to be a relationship changer, especially with how small those matching panties were. If he did this, nothing would be the same, but if he did not it still would not be the same. Sex complicated things, lesson learned. Throwing something like this into Twilight and his already close friendship could very likely create some romantic feelings, and then there were magenta nipples on a very cute medium size set of breasts. If Rarity was okay with all of this, maybe it was worth a shot.
Placing a kiss on her friend’s naval, Rarity moved towards Twilight’s last piece of clothing. As her hands found their way into the sides of the elastic band, she wondered what had possessed her to share her newly acquired drakefriend with both his and her best friend. This gave a whole new meaning to Element of Generosity. The entire thing felt strange, but right, and none of it made sense. A beautiful pair of glistening lilac lips appeared as the undergarment fell around Twilight’s ankles, where she quickly stepped out of them. Not exactly the greatest aid to Rarity’s concentration as she felt her own set moisten. As she stood back up, the black and white cloth of her own outfit was removed from her body by soft purple hands, leaving her bare in front of her love and their friend. So complicated.
Normally, Twilight saw the bodies of goddesses, full and seemingly perfect, but Rarity’s was still breathtaking, even making her a little jealous. Those gorgeous breasts and beautiful teal nipples called to her for fondling, kissing and suckling, and that is just what she did. As her lips met the voluptuous and soft white fur, an obvious shiver ran down the other mare’s spine. Spike might have had a few draconic advantages, but when it came to a mare’s body, Twilight had the experience. She nipped playfully at the now-hard teat and pinched the other one as a loud gasp escaped Rarity’s mouth from the rough treatment. Twilight loved the nice muscular feel of a male, but the wonderful soft flesh of her own gender was just as fantastic. “Care to join us, Master?”
After a few seconds, which both the mares shared a small giggle over, Spike seemed to hear the question. “You bet!” His unintended eagerness made him want to smack his face with his hand, smooth.
Twilight enjoyed a small moment of reminiscing of their younger years; it was always nice to see that some part of his childish side had preserved through him growing up. Looking around, she decided a change of location was first necessary and lit up her horn. They appeared in Rarity’s room, with a flash of light. Rarity was a little disoriented, making it easy for Twilight to gently push her onto the bed.
Spike on the other hand was used to Twilight’s bouts of random teleportation and quickly overcame the sudden sense of vertigo. In front of him, Twilight had Rarity on her back on the giant bed. She seemed to be waiting for something, and he had a pretty good idea. “Twilight, show Rarity just how much you learned in those special lessons with the princesses.”
Perfect. “Of course, Master.” Bringing her nose down to Rarity’s marehood, Twilight took an experimental lick. It was not as sweet as Celestia’s or as rich as Luna’s, but she still found herself wanting more of the salty and somewhat tangy liquid. So far she had treated this as normal, but she had to admit it was a little weird pleasuring one of her best friends in the world. Of course, it had been a lot stranger her first time, considering it involved her teacher, one of the Princesses of Equestria, and Luna, Celestia’s sister and the other ruler of their country. Plus, whether he knew it or not, Spike needed this, and Twilight was more than happy and willing to help. Celestia and Zecora had given her some very… interesting information about dragons, particularly the male kind.
It was like some kind of weird dream Rarity found herself in. She never really got the chance to get reoriented before being tossed down and having- “Oh!” What Twilight lacked in long, dexterous, dragon tongue, she made up with how wide, rough, and experienced she was. It. Was. Amazing! It only managed to turn her on more that the love of her life was watching as she was treated to the other mare’s oral ability.
One word stood out in Spike’s mind: wow. And as much as he enjoyed the show, he was ready to take part himself. Thankfully, Twilight had bent over pretty far to delve into Rarity, giving Spike the perfect opening to sneak up quietly behind her and snake his tongue inside. The moan that filled the air was full of happy surprise.
“Y-You sly dragon. Picked up a few things from Rarity, huh, Master?”
“I think he’s just a natural. I didn’t really have to give him any instructions, but with a tongue like that, it’s easy to understand why.”
A few retorts came to mind, but his tongue was currently busy sliding around inside of the new and strangely grapey marehood. If he had to guess, Twilight had enjoyed the luxuries of royalty a little too much; she always did seem to eat a vineyard full of grapes every time they visited the castle. He did not get very deep before something surprising blocked his passage. In a heartbeat, his tongue retracted back into his mouth. “You’re a virgin! How is that possible?!”
“Are you questioning my purity?” Twilight responded, coming up from the other mare’s legs. “I’m hurt.”
Both Spike and Rarity, craning her neck a bit, gave Twilight a look that screamed, 'Really, Twilight, really?'
She threw her hands up in the air. “Okay fine! Celestia and Luna decided that I should have a male I love pop my cherry, happy now? Personally, I think they just liked shoving it up my flank. However, they said it would be more special to feel a real male my first time, since I’m not strictly into mares. Although, they had no problem showing me that body manipulation spell so I could do the two of them. Do you have any idea how aggravating that is?! Every. Single. Time.”
A flashback of Ponyville in ruins because of a giant mob of ponies fighting over a doll flashed through Spike’s mind as Twilight started to lose control. He needed a distraction quick, and Twilight had offered him the perfect one, something he himself was quite curious about. “So… do you love me? In a romantic way, not platonic?”
It worked perfectly, stopping Twilight from what would have inevitably been a very long tirade. “Platonic, nice to see that word of the day calendar I got you for your birthday last year is working.”
“Yeah, so much better than a book. Now, stop avoiding the question, that’s an order.”
“Letting the maid thing go to your head-”
Rarity was on the edge of her seat, so to speak. “Come on already, Twilight!”
“Ugh, fine! Yes, I have romantic feelings for Spike. Happy? I mean, he’s only my oldest friend, believes in me when even I don’t, and he practically takes care of me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “How could I not be?”
The heat seemed to rise through Spike’s body, straight into his face. Sure, Twilight and him were closer than most families, spent cold nights in front of the fireplace talking about their dreams and ambitions, and- Wow, how had he not connected the dots before? Thinking about it like this, he had to admit he had harbored feelings for the purple unicorn, but that they had been overshadowed by how he felt about Rarity. Here he thought love was complicated before. “Twilight-”
“Look, this is more complicated than you two think, and I’d love to lecture you on why, and fully intend to, but at the moment, I’m a little too busy lusting for the two of you. Therefore, I suggest we do this, and then talk about… this. All in favor?”
“Well,” Rarity considered the request momentarily, “it would help clear my mind, Darling.”
“Fine, if I have to sleep with both of you to get answer, I’ll make that sacrifice.” The sarcasm in Spike’s voice was not missed by either mare, but they decided it was for the best to let it be. He walked up behind Twilight and started nibbling her ear playfully.
Twilight could not help but think how much she was going to enjoy this, the new experiences to write to the princess about and probably a few other things, especially. Speaking of her teacher, “So, how about I show you some of the special tricks Celestia and Luna have taught me during our private sessions?” She didn’t wait for a reply before activating her magic, were they ever going to be surprised. Spike could not see it from where he stood, but it was practically staring Rarity in the face: a dragon-shaped lilac manifestation of magic attached to Twilight’s hips, right above her marehood, complete with two ends.
“So, what do you think, Rarity?”
They were not quite as large as Spike’s, but seeing them between Twilight’s legs was a little offsetting. Still, she wondered just how well they would compare to the real thing. “Impressive, a construct of that… accuracy, must have been hard to master.”
“Oh, it was, but Celestia taught me how to take it a step further. I can feel everything, as if they were actually part of my body.” Twilight licked her lips as she stared at the mare laid out before her. “And what about you, Master? Do you like your maid’s new trick? It will allow me to fuck Rarity while you take me from behind.”
Spike finally looked down, noticing the strange arcane appendages. They were more or less a strap-on, with some serious extra features. Plus, he was bigger, and that just made him feel even better about the situation. “Sounds like you knew exactly how to make it so everyone could enjoy this to the max. I have to admit, the accuracy in the shape is both impressive and weird.”
“After the whole, 'Fire Ruby Incident', I learned as much as I could about dragon biology, psychology, and really anything else. You’re a very interesting species, Spike. More on that later, isn’t there something you would like to me to do now, or something you would like to do to me?”
“Right. Why don’t you get lined up with Rarity, while I position myself,” he slid two fingers sensually down her back, “back here.”
A shiver ran down her spine at his touch, and she was more than happy to oblige. Grabbing Rarity’s legs, she pulled her to the edge of the bed, an easy task thanks to the sheets sliding with her.
Rarity squealed a bit as she found her body moving. She took a good, long look at what Twilight was lining up to enter her body. There was something unnatural about the glowing additions to the other mare; they seemed to be crackling with arcane energy. She gulped. “Um, I’m not so sure about this on second thought, dear. Are you sure they’re…uh, safe?”
Waving her hand in the air as if to shoo away any of Rarity’s doubt, Twilight responded, “It’s perfectly safe, Rarity. Celestia, Luna, and I have used these kinds of solid-state magic constructs plenty of times. Trust me, you’ll be fine. Anyways,” using two fingers, Twilight swabbed Rarity’s marehood, “you look more than ready to me.”
Spike was standing behind Twilight with his head overlooking her shoulder, giving him and Rarity a perfect view of one another’s eyes. It was all right there, fear and need in those gorgeous pools of teal, and it worried him to see any distress in them. “Rarity, if you’re not comfortable with this I’m sure Twilight can-”
“No,” it was not so intimidating, compared to Spike’s, “no, if Twilight’s sure that it’s not dangerous,” she received a simple nod from her best friend, “then I’ll give it a chance.” She certainly did not wish to be the one to ruin their fun, after all.
Giving Rarity a kiss on her leg right before her hoof, Twilight made sure to keep the other unicorn aroused. “We’ll start with just the tip, so you can get a feel for it. If you don’t like it, I can just teleport a strap-on from under my bed to here, but this is way better.” She gave a little wink, making Rarity blush, to her amusement.
Nodding her head weakly, Rarity waited for the sensation of penetration. Ever so slowly she felt her marehood and tailhole part for Twilight. With a little push from Twilight and a gasp on her part, the heads were in. The feeling was considerably different but not completely unlike Spike’s because of the shape. She still felt a certain fullness, but instead of the normal warmth there was a tingling sensation. If she had to speculate, if was from the arcane energy arching inside of her. It did not hurt nor did it feel like being shocked; in fact, it was hard to describe… The only word that came to mind was power. Yes, that was it, she could literally feel the power coming off of the complicated spell now lodged inside of her. So far, she enjoyed Spike better, but this was certainly an excellent substitute for the real thing.
Each arch caused her body to shake with pleasure. Twilight had been right, this was heavenly. “I-I think this will do just marvelously.”
It took a great amount of effort to suppress the 'I told you so' that sat on the tip of Twilight's tongue. She settled for rolling her eyes before turning back to look impatiently at the dragon at her posterior. “Alright, Spike, looks like it’s your turn. I think I’ve waited long enough.”
Pressing himself against his oldest friend, he slid inside until he met the expected resistance. “I’m pretty sure there was supposed to be a 'Master' in there.”
“Sorry, Ma-a-a-aster!” He thrust straight though in one movement, hilting about half of himself inside her and forcing her further into Rarity. Twilight bit her lip; it had hurt momentarily but had quickly passed thanks to the pleasure coming from her tailhole and entering Rarity in the same way. Thankfully, she was used to having things up her rear, courtesy of Celestia and Luna. She looked down at Rarity and wondered if her face was as flushed and adorable, probably. While she appreciated the pause so her body could adjust to the new intruders, he was taking a little too long. “Master, you can start now.”
Rarity’s body tensed up in excitement as the magical replicas were pushed further into her. It was so weird knowing that it was Twilight inside of her and not Spike, and he was watching over her friend’s shoulder. Being used like this by Twilight and seen by both of her loves caused her body to heat up though. This may not have been the worst thing she agreed to; in fact, it was turning into one of the best.
“Alright, if that’s how you feel.” Spike pulled out and pushed back in, getting his rhythm as he dove deeper. The feeling on both ends was incredibly different from Rarity, yet fundamentally similar. It was still wet, tight, warm, and so on, but the shape, the tightness, and how she reacted inside were different. It was kind of cool, and for some reason it seemed to ignite a flame of passion inside him as he achieved another sexual conquest. Conquest? He grunted as he pushed himself further with the next thrust, almost hilting. It was more than that, he loved them, but there was a sense of ownership that sat at the edge of his mind.
Twilight’s voice broke him out of his momentary trance, “Master, you okay? You slowed down there.”
“Yeah, fine. Just… trying to see how changing up the pace feels.” He hated lying, but this was not exactly the best time to get all soul search-y on the two mares he loved.
“Oh, well, I like experimenting. If I had to des-” Spike came back in hard, just how she liked it as her voice rose an octave, “-cribe it, it adds a bit of surprise and suspense while also changing the feeling. D-Definitely a keeper.”
So far, Twilight had to try and time moving out of Rarity in such a way that when Spike went to press into her that she was as far out of Rarity as he was of her. It had taken a few attempts to perfect the timing, but she was feeling rather confident now. In between moans she found the time to admire the science of their three-way. Each thrust from Spike forced her into Rarity effectively transferring the power though her and into the other unicorn. Essentially, Spike was plowing into both of them through the equal and opposite reaction when his body met hers. They were loving every collision, thank you science. Of course, the fact she could feel every motion Spike made deep in her body and every entrance she made into Rarity was not helping her resistance. She quickly found herself approaching her release.
Drool was trickling down Rarity’s chin as she felt the strange charge of arcane magic pierce the depths of her body. Although Twilight was the one on top of her, she could feel Spike’s rhythm with each thrust. With every movement a ripple of bliss flowed through her sending moan after moan racing past her lips. Her arms reached up subconsciously seeking the impossibly warm scales but instead found the soft fur of her best friend’s bare back. She squeezed all the same and pulled, forcing Twilight down into a passionate kiss. Her tongue was assaulted by the taste of the scholar’s saliva; it reminded her of wine, a strong grape flavor. It lacked the smokiness Spike’s had, but, as her tongue was pinned to the side of her mouth, she found it hard to mind.
Twilight moaned into her mouth, sending an extra vibration though her body, before pulling away to finish out loud. The disorganized mess that was once Twilight’s mane and the sweat-covered, matted-down fur of her coat normally would have caused Rarity to have a conniption, but, as Celestia’s favorite student rocked back and forth inside her body, her friend's state could only be seen as incredibly alluring. Using her impressive knowledge of a mare’s body, Twilight recuperated from her blissful outburst by latching onto Rarity’s breasts, one with her lip and the other with her hand. A shiver shot out from the contact as she felt the flat, moist teeth bite down on her nipple and suckle on it, in what she could only describe as trying to be milked. At the same time, a pair of furry fingers pinched and twisted at her other hard teat. The multiple simultaneous stimulations on her body’s sweet spots were quickly building up. Her marehood was becoming hotter and wetter with every stroke, until it was seeping down her thighs, and staining the custom-tailored silk sheet. She shot a needy look at her draconian lover behind the other mare, making it clear that her release was quickly coming.
Finding himself with two mares seconds away from their orgasms, Spike searched for some way to amplify the experience. The mare of his dreams and his oldest friend deserved no less as far as he was concerned. It was hard to concentrate with the velvety texture of Twilight’s body attempting to milk him for everything he had. His mind was clouded in pleasure. Excited growls were escaping from his throat. He quickly sought out an idea, a key to push them over the edge. Then he felt the brush of Rarity's tail sliding against his leg in all of its wonderful softness. It gave him the perfect answer as a mischievous grin overtook him.
An almost evil chuckle escaped him. A sudden increase of speed left Twilight trying to match a new pace. He fought for control against a familiar tightening in his groin. Snatching the two ponies’ tails, he pulled back on them roughly, bottoming out in Twilight's flank. The effects were immediate as his seed rushed forward into Twilight’s quickly tightening walls and coated her insides. The feeling of release, of emptying himself inside her, flooded through him right down to a tingling in his feet.
Twilight’s teeth clenched down as her head snapped back thanks to the combined force of pain from having her tail pulled, warm draconian cum flooding her womb, marehood, and anus entirely before spilling out slightly as the extra was redirected, and the immense, mind-tingling, hoof-arching pleasure that was multiplied exponentially by the other sensations into one of the strongest and wettest orgasms she had ever experienced.
Attempting to stifle her screams, Rarity shoved her face into the mattress, but it only managed to muffle the elated shout. A number of unexpected stimulations assaulted her body as she felt the rush of her orgasm rack her body. The first was the slightly painful, but not entirely unpleasant yank of her expertly-styled tail. Of course, if Spike had been too harsh and ripped out any of the locks that would be the end of that, forever, or as long as she could go without wanting it. The amount of time she had to focus on her tail’s appearance was minimal though as something very familiar, hot, and sticky poured into her body and something not so familiar, much more liquid-like, and similar to her own juices came with it from the magical construct. Somehow Rarity’s lust-addled mind managed to realize that whatever spell Twilight had used also teleported Spike’s extra seed and Twilight’s own cum through it before gushing it out and into her, effectively mixing all three of their secretions inside her.
Using his impressive energy reserves, Spike managed to pull out of Twilight. He took a moment to enjoy the view of Twilight’s backside before throwing his arm around her and collapsing down next to Rarity, dragging her with him. “That was fun.”
“Understatement of the year, Master.” Rarity sat up ever so slightly and kissed the drake with the same kind of passion the fashionista was known for putting in her designs and life.
Twilight rubbed her stomach and hummed happily. “I’ve never felt so full. Is it always like this, Rarity?”
“Well, I don’t know about other males, but Spike seems to have that certain charm.”
He gave both mares a good squeeze against him. “Yeah. I’m awesome.”
Twilight and Rarity rolled their eyes but wore amused smiles; the drake’s antics usually had that effect on them. They laid there for a minute enjoying the peace after the sex and the heated bed that was Spike’s chest.
Before too long, Twilight started stirring, rolling over on top of Spike and Rarity. “So, round two?”
Spike looked up at her, pouting. “But I’m tired!”
“Come on, Spike!” Twilight stuck her chest out hoping to entice the dragon.
Running a finger down his scaly chest, Rarity purred seductively into his ear, her warm breath working its magic, “I haven’t had my turn yet, Master, and I was hoping to share you and your unique equipment between Twilight and myself.”
To further emphasize her point, her finger finished its trail and grasped the first of his virility in her soft hand, making him gasp. Twilight followed her example and took hold of the other one, beginning to stroke along with Rarity until the drake was once against at full mast.
The dragon huffed as small plumes of smoke rose from his nose. “Well, I think you’ve talked me into it.”
He took a firmer hold on both mares and flipped over once again so that he was on top of them and they were left facing each other. Somehow in all the movement they had managed to hold on to the drake, just a tad too roughly. “Mind loosening up your grip; I kind of need those if you two want to do this.”
Rarity’s hand moved away quickly as a blush and an apologetic sorry was mouthed to him, and Twilight gave a meek smile as she removed her hand slowly.
“Now that I don’t have to worry about any bruising,” he grinned like a fox at them, “I suggest you hold on to each other. It’s going to be a wild ride.”
A retort about Spike’s cliché failed to escape Rarity’s mouth in time as the drake pushed into her marehood hard. In one thrust he had almost completely pressed himself against her and Twilight; a feat made possible due to the sticky and very liquid-like quality of the mare and dragon cum that filled her insides. For once in her life she was being a dirty girl and she liked it! Taking Spike’s advice she threw her arms around Twilight’s neck and kissed her new lover passionately. Their tongues wrestled for control, but Rarity was no match for Twilight’s far more experienced tongue, so she gave up and let the other mare explore her mouth, getting her own tongue pinned once more against the sides. The feeling of Twilight’s hands on her hips, forcing them closer together, made Rarity coo, sending the vibrations into Twilight’s own mouth.
Every time Spike knocked back into them her body grinded against Twilight’s sweat-soaked fur with her own in some sort of euphoric, erotic dance as the mixtures of liquids inside her were forced out by the draconian virility. A dance that was only amplified by their breasts mashing against one another as her hard nipples rolled and pushed against Twilight's. Her Spikey-Wikey still had a few plans of his own as his clawed hands pressed into the flesh on her flank, molding and pinching it. The pleasure was so intense that it felt like she was having a sensory overload, her mind turning into lustful pudding. If this is what it meant to share Spike with another mare, they would have to do this more often.
The still-rational part of her mind, small as it was at that moment, did worry about losing her beloved drake. A fear that was only made worse by how long and how many factors had to come together for them to even reveal their feelings. Spike had always been faithful, loyal, kind, caring, generous, and so many other fantastic traits, most of which outweighed his occasional rudeness, faux pas in mannerisms, sarcasm, and other faults that she had ironically managed to fall in love with anyway, because it was all those things together that made up her Spike. Even as she toyed with Twilight’s tongue and received a vigorous thrust from the same drake her mind was focused on, she was concerned about how something like this might trigger his species' innate hoarding instincts. She had seen that beast once, been saved by Spike from that beast, and saved Spike from that beast. Ever since she had felt both a happiness-radiating heat in her heart and a deep fear of having that beast return and tear him from her arms forever. Was it so wrong to just want to enjoy this moment without these pesky concerns? Her head flew back from Twilight’s and she moaned ecstatically. Yes, because if she was not then she might as well have been sleeping with any stranger instead of the dragon she had fallen in love with.
Twilight attempted to conjure another construct, but Spike was being so rough on Rarity and her that the amount of focus required was impossible to reach. He was like a wild animal growling slightly as he pushed fast, hard, and relentlessly into them. There had been no slow moment to allow her to mold her magic to her will, but the amount of pleasure she received from the treatment made it impossible for her to care. In a sense, Spike was channeling his baser instincts in to each movement and action. Normal of any creature, but his draconian nature was far more bestial and savage, completely and utterly dominating the mares under him. Without a doubt, Twilight loved it. All the stress of studies, saving the world, being the most powerful unicorn in Equestria, being the perfect protégé to Celestia, and all her other responsibilities she normally thrived on melted away under the drake’s control. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her body that washed away her concerns to distant shores to be dealt with later; truly a strange experience for Equestria’s most extravagant, obsessive-compulsive being.
Of course, this was still Twilight Sparkle, and, no matter how amazing a lay, that big beautiful brain of hers would not simply be quieted. No matter how good it felt to be writhing against Rarity’s voluptuous figure as their tongues mingled and Spike ground into them, there was still one matter on her mind that refused to be silent. The same thing that had brought her to this moment, made her admit her true feelings, and fall into a sexual tryst with her best friend and secret love instead of their original meeting. She moaned happily as Spike managed to press up against her womb, kicking her arousal up even further. Her whole plan for the weekend was just to get Spike and Rarity to admit their feelings- a gasp escaped between locked lips as Rarity grabbed a handful of her flank- but she had never expected things to have progressed so far so suddenly considering how slow the two had always been when it came to their romance.
In a way, things had worked out rather positively. No plan escapes contact with the enemy, but this result was better than her original plan. That single change had led her to this lustful, glorious encounter, and it was accepted so easily thanks to unbelievably lucky timing. Rarity brushed her lower teeth against Twilight’s lips, making the mare’s eyes roll back slightly in bliss. Considering how well this was going and how active Rarity was in it allowed Twilight’s hope for the future to soar. There was no telling how the two would take the news, but, as Rarity toyed with her ass and Spike slammed into their tight, cum-coated walls, she was positive that they would endure when she broke the news, maybe even be excited about it.
Every time he pulled out he made sure to go far enough that his tips were spreading their lower lips before he thrust himself all the way back into those wonderfully tight, sticky, and velvety depths. He could see those beautiful teal and lilac openings puffed up and accepting him so perfectly that it set the fire in his chest ablaze into a brilliant inferno. Having the two mares he loved under his care brought a previously unknown meaning into his life. A happiness where every one of his motions brought them all a vast and powerful bliss that no world made of ice cream would ever be able to give him. That primal feeling of conquest and need was still there, but now it was fused with a sense of love, protectiveness, and completion. It was like the eye of a hurricane, a peace and beauty found in the chaos of their lovemaking.
Quickening his pace, Spike noticed Rarity’s hand digging into Twilight’s rear with those expertly manicured nails; it gave him a wicked idea. He reached over the two unicorn’s legs and pinched the teal and lilac buttons that had come out from hiding. The reaction was immediate, both tensing up as the blood rushed to their faces. Twilight hollered lustfully, and Rarity clamped her teeth down to hold her voice in. He drank in the dirty and aroused looks on their faces while licking his lips, but he knew he could do better, make them even more lewd. Thanks to Rarity and their weekend trying out so many different things, he knew the perfect way to do just that. He took ahold of Rarity’s hand and moved it from Twilight’s flank to her breasts, leaving Rarity slightly confused but her attention quickly shifted to the pillowy orb now in her possession to play with. This left Spike with undeterred access to his targets. Steadying himself with one hand on Twilight’s leg, he brought his other palm down hard on Rarity’s unsuspecting behind; the resounding slapping noise filled the air alongside the eep of the fashionista.
Twilight realized almost immediately what was about to happen, “Wait a minute, Spike, you’re not going to-” Smack!
“Eventually you’re going to remember it’s, ‘Master;’ although, I’m going to keep spanking you either way.”
True to his word he once again landed an open handed blow to the purple rump, turning it a slightly darker shade.
Pouting ever so slightly, Rarity begged Spike, “Master, don’t forget about me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”
“Yes you have.” Another strike left a red claw-shaped mark on the soft, white butt.
Getting into the swing of things, Spike would land a hand down across the smaller, firmer flank of Twilight or the big squishy ass of Rarity. Each strike sent the mares into a euphoric tizzy of pain and pleasure as Spike relished in the loud, primal moans and yelps and the drunken, blissed faces of his lovers. Before too long he had surrendered the long thrusts for shorter, faster, harder ones as the three of them approached quickly building orgasms. Every thrust brought their hips together roughly, only adding to the intensity.
Twilight’s tongue lolled out from her mouth, but, somehow, she had managed to find the strength to slur together a single sentence. “I-I-I’m cu-u-u-uming!”
Knowing that he would not be able to hold off any longer once Twilight came, he gave a few more swift thrusts before hilting himself inside.
True to her word, Twilight’s body clenched down on the intruder inside of her trying to milk it for all it was worth as euphoria shot through her body. Her eyes rolled up as her tongue fell from her mouth, panting like a dog. Her sticky fluids squirted all over Spike and her thighs. Before she was even finished, Spike’s seed burst inside her, filling her with the warm, fresh cream as the old was forced out of her, causing her to hit another orgasm instantaneously. Unable to stand the sequential pleasure her body went limp releasing Rarity from its hold as she rode out the bliss.
Just as expected, having Twilight’s vice-like marehood clench down almost painfully as it pulsated around him proved to be too much. Relief washed over him as he felt his body empty into Twilight and Rarity. Being filled triggered Rarity’s own orgasm making her squeeze down around him as she shouted his name to the stars. The extra stimulation felt so amazing that his legs nearly gave out as he ejected load after load of draconian fertility to the mares' hungry wombs.
Purple hands crushed Rarity against their owner’s chest mere seconds before the familiar and divine feeling of Spike pouring an over-abundance of his essence into her. Her mind reeled as her body flew to the peak of bliss. A tremor coursed its way through her, making her shake slightly as Spike’s and her cum started leaking out of her. She was filled to capacity and then some as her mouth fell open and her voice filled the room. Twilight’s grip subsided, and, with an impressive show of willpower, Rarity looked over at the other mare to find the dirtiest, most pleasured face she had ever seen. It caused an extra surge of arousal knowing exactly what the other mare was experiencing, having fallen prey to it herself multiple times over the last few days, and making her a little jealous. Still, enjoying her own fabulous release was enough for the fashionista.
With the last of his stamina drained, Spike clumsily collapsed onto the mares in a tangled mess of limbs and bodies.
“Spike, get your arm out of my side!”
“Whoever's foot is in my tail, please remove it.”
“I’m drowning in boobs here… on second thought, I’m cool with this.”
After a while they managed to get Spike comfortably in between them as they lay against his chest. They stayed like that for a while enjoying the warmth of one another and afterglow of their time together.
Slowly but surely Twilight begin to rouse, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Okay, now that that’s over… for now,” Rarity and Spike just looked at her, “we need to have a little talk.”
Standing shakily to her feet, Rarity had to take care not to lose her footing. Her legs were still wobbling and unstable from the pleasurable strain she just put them through. “I have a feeling this is going to be a rather long talk, so I suggest we adjourn to the kitchen where I can make us some tea and get us some refreshments.”
The two of them walked out of the room leaving Spike on the bed, not realizing the drake had drifted off. After a few minutes the dragon began to stir and reached for the mares only to jump up when he felt nothing. “Hey! Where’d you two go?”
Throwing his clothes on, he rushed downstairs to find the two of them sitting calmly in the kitchen, Rarity in her maid uniform and Twilight in her sweater vest and jeans.
While nibbling on a cookie, Twilight looked up at him curiously. “There you are, Spike. What took so long?”
“I was- You know what, forget about it. So what’s going on here?” He took a seat at the small kitchen table.
“We were waiting for you so I could explain about our, mostly your, future.”
“Okay?” Moments passed in silence as Twilight finished her treat. “And that would be?”
“Oh, right. Sorry, these are really good; where’d you get them Rarity?”
“Sugarcube Corner makes them at request, just ask for tea cookies. They’re made to compliment-” The kettle on the oven whistled, “the taste of the tea.” Removing it, she poured everyone a cup and sat down.
Scratching his chin, Spike looked over them. “This is nice and all talking about tea and cookies, but maybe we could get back to that other thing. What was it? Oh, right, something about my future!”
“You know, Rarity, he picked up the dramatics from you, not sure where he got the sarcasm.”
“Darling, there’s nothing wrong with a little dra-” her breasts hit the table as she panted out the rest thanks to the newly turned-on toy shooting vibrations through her at high, “-matics!”
Twilight being oblivious to the toy gave her a strange look. “Yeah, that wasn’t way over the top or anything.”
Placing the remote on the table, Spike once again forced the attention back to him as Rarity relaxed back into her chair. “There’s a small vibrator inside her. Now,” he turned it off, “can we please talk about this. You know how I get when stuff about who I am comes up, so could you please, please focus?”
“I’m sorry.” She reached over and took his hand soothingly, enjoying the intricacies of smooth scales. "I was just stalling as I tried to come up with where to start. I wasn’t really expecting to go over what I learned about dragon relationships and growth today. Dragons are- no… um, I got it. Do you remember when you let your greed take over and turned into a giant and started hoarding things?”
In the most sarcastic voice he could muster and with a dirty glare he answered, “No. I don't recall that. Something about stealing from all my friends, almost hurting everypony I know, and rampaging through town leaving destruction in my wake? I don't know, Twilight. It's not ringing any bells. Maybe you can refresh my memory. It's not like it was the single-worst moment of my life or anything.”
“Riiiiight. Well, my point is that dragons are prone to extreme emotion. A dragon’s wrath can destroy entire countries, their sloth causes them to sleep for hundreds of years at a time, their pride makes Rainbow Dash’s look like Fluttershy’s level of humility, and their greed… The lesson is that a dragon’s magic is attached heavily to their emotions and alters their bodies and minds accordingly. Of course, this can have positive outcomes too. No one will protect what they love more than a dragon, have stronger determination, work harder for what they believe in, and so on. Spike, your species is one of the most complex and magically attuned in the world; it’s what allows dragons to live for so long. If a unicorn’s strength is in projecting their magic into the world, then a dragon’s is containing their magic inside of them to physically change themselves to fit the world they want. It’s fascinating.” Twilight blushed a little as she realized she was geeking out. "Anyways, following me so far?”
“I believe so, Darling.”
“Dragon magic changes us.”
“Right, but based on your desires. That’s the important part.”
“I’ll bite. Why is that the important part, Twilight?”
“Because, dragons developed ways of combating the negative aspects of their strong emotions. Without realizing it, you’ve undergone a lot of the methods. For instance, Celestia had you trained in swords and fighting for the discipline and meditation techniques to control your anger. The art, cooking, and music were to let you express your feelings instead of holding them in. She made you my assistant so young so you would have work to do and someone who would keep you busy and make you do it. It’s very similar to draconian techniques, but there were two big ones that Celestia could only help a little with.
The first was greed. Dragons hoard instinctually, and it’s part of their society. However, that makes greed extremely volatile, as we’ve experienced, and the only way to counter it is through a true show of generosity. Seeing the fire ruby around Rarity’s neck was the key to calming your greed, because you selflessly gave her something that meant so much to you. This in turn triggered your transformation back to, well, you.”
“So it wasn’t his love for me?” Rarity asked, more than a little dejectedly.
“Actually, in a way, it was. He put your wants over his own in an act of love, and, ever since, he’s been putting a lot of others before himself. Like helping Applejack on the farm and letting Pinkie Pie and Dash practice pranks on him.”
Spike was in deep thought. He was not sure how he felt about Celestia manipulating his life all these years; although, her intentions were obviously good. Earlier this weekend he had told Rarity he loved his childhood, and that was no less true now. Still, he wondered how things may have turned out without Celestia’s guiding hand from the shadows… and it scared him a little, especially with what Twilight had said about dragons that lost themselves to their inner darkness.
“This is kind of really important; why am I just now hearing about it?”
“I must agree with Spike, Darling. Had he fallen victim to… temptation? He might not be here or himself for that matter.”
“I-I don’t know,” she admitted, hugging herself slightly for comfort. “Ever since his greed growth I’ve been going back and forth between Zecora and Celestia trying to learn what I could. Both insisted it would be best for Spike’s development if he didn’t know yet. Apparently, your magic didn’t really kick in until you hit thirteen, and by then you had everything you needed to control it except…”
“Except what?”
“The other thing that Celestia couldn’t prevent, that no one can prevent, your lust. As a dragon your lust is mostly contained until you become sexually active. Think of your lust as a dam made to break. Sure, you masturbated or had dirty thoughts, but it was just a trickle of what’s there. Once you had sex the water started pounding against the dam, causing cracks and breeches that allowed more out.” She looked right into his eyes, pierced his soul. “Have you felt a sudden, primal feeling of ownership when you were with Rarity? Even if it quickly passed.”
He could not keep her gaze, he could not look at Rarity, and all he could do was stare at the floor. Twilight had figured out or known, honestly he did not care, about his hidden fear. He should never have hidden it in the first place. What kind of dragon cannot even tell the mare he loves the truth? His response came out as little more than an ashamed whisper, “Yes.”
Now she would probably hate him, but to his surprise, he felt that warm fur and the nails of an unmistakably professional manicure grip his claw on the table. No matter how hard he tried, his body acted against his will and fell into those shimmering, azure pools she called eyes.
It was a bit frightening, but a lady did enjoy being wanted. Her sense of humor failing to calm the beating in her chest, she decided to speak from its source, “I know you, Spike. Maybe not as well as I’d like to; I learned there’s a lot I don’t know this weekend. But, when it comes to your heart, I know you. That moment, it terrified you, and I could it see it your eyes as you lied to me. You’re afraid, and I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like for you. That monstrous side of you that kidnapped me haunts you. I’ve seen it before when something catches your eye and you immediately push back that want. You show a level of self-control most can’t even imagine, afraid that one slip-up will be the last. But the truth is, you’ve deprived yourself of so much. No matter what happens me, Twilight, and the rest of the girls will be here to help you. You don’t have to be afraid or carry the burden by yourself. Twilight has spent three years learning what she can for you.” Her hand glided over to his cheeks and rested there. “So please, let us in. After all, a lady such as myself does not appreciate being deceived or kept out of the loop,” she finished a little haughty, hoping to lighten the mood.
“I’m-” her hand moved covering his lips.
“None of that now. As long as you understand, there’s no need.” He nodded his head, prompting her to remove her hand.
“That was sweet, but, if you two don’t mind, I’m not done yet.” Both looked at Twilight sheepishly. “Good. Now, here’s the most important part. A dragon’s lust cannot be sated with one partner. In fact, it usually takes anywhere from six to eight to completely control the lust. It matters heavily on the dragon and their own sexual energy. Some hoards are believed to have over a dozen or more, but it’s mostly contributed to continuous additions than necessity.”
“So, you’re saying Spike will have to find at least four more mares?!” Spike took a big gulp of tea upon hearing this, if only so he wouldn't have to look at Rarity's expression.
“Technically no. Spike could choose a dragoness or any other sentient species, and… there could be males.”
Spike spat his tea out onto the table. “Woah! Nothing against Eifel or any of the other stallions that like stallions, but I don’t swing that way.”
They tried not to, but Rarity and Twilight started cracking up. In between breaths Twilight managed to get her voice out, “I was just… pointing it out. I kind of… figured.”
Spike rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed, and waited for them to stop. Eventually they died down. “Are you two done? This is sort of important.”
Managing to get completely back in control and straightening her sweater vest out a bit sheepishly, Twilight cleared her throat as Rarity levitated a dishrag over to clean the tea up. “Right, sorry. So back to my lecture, dragons are polygamous by nature to control their lust. A dragon’s hoard consists of gems and shiny trinkets, as well as a number of sexual partners. As I said before though, dragons combat negative with positive. In this case, lust is balanced out by love. It’s not enough to just sleep with someone to hold his lust at bay; they have to have a mutual love for each other. If they don’t, it’ll just stall their desires and increase the frequency of how often he has to have someone new. The bad news is that if his lust manages to overflow, he’ll go on a much different and probably more devastating rampage.”
The three gulped. It did not take a genius to understand what she meant after all.
“How does this tie in with the feeling of ownership I had for Rarity?”
“I was getting to that, but I’m glad you’re paying attention. You see, that feral desire of conquest is the warning bell for your lust. The stronger it is, the less time we have to find you a new partner.”
“But it only took a matter of days.” Terror closed in on his heart.
Twilight placed her hand on his shoulder. “Relax, okay? The good news is that each time you gain another member for your hoard it will take longer for your lust to resurface. Essentially, Rarity and I have drained the dam down a bit and it will take some time to fill back up, and each new addition will drain it further. On top of that, tomorrow the three of us need to go visit Zecora. She said that she had a few techniques and some advice that should increase our time frame. If everything goes well, we should have a few weeks to find a suitable addition to your hoard.”
The drake was rubbing his head trying to process all the new information. “There’s still one thing I don’t understand. I’ve loved Rarity for years, but until today I’ve never felt that kind of love for you. Then suddenly, it hits me like a piano from Derpy’s delivery van. How is that possible?”
“Well, the gist of it is that you were so strongly pursuing Rarity that until you two hooked up there was no room for me in your heart. Once you two did it though, you were able to advance your love to a new source: Me. Dragons are complicated. On the upside, ponies were once mostly polygamous themselves until the last century or so. There are still a few herds here and there.”
“And how do you feel about all of this Rarity?”
“I’m a little conflicted honestly. In my dreams my knight and I were always alone, but I did enjoy our little session with Twilight. I love you though, and I’ll do whatever it takes. Plus, if your sex drive is always like this, I don’t think I could handle you by myself… nothing would ever get done. I’d never be able to finish any of my dress orders! And that would simply not do. That and I think I know the perfect four mares for you.”
“You don’t mean?”
Twilight gave Rarity a knowing smile. “I had the same thought.”
“Come on, how would that even work? I mean Shy and Pinkie sure, but Rainbow Dash and Applejack are already-”
“Yes, but they aren’t taking it seriously. Maybe you can be the bridge they need. Is it weird I’m starting to get giddy from the idea of playing matchmaker for the drake I love?”
Twilight shook her head. “Nope, I did it just this weekend in fact.”
He smiled at her in that cute way she had grown to love. “Thanks for that by the way.”
“I think you already thanked me perfectly well upstairs.”
Feigning shock, Rarity gasped at Twilight’s lewd comment. “Twilight! A lady must show more restraint.”
“Two words: Maid Outfit.”
“Oh, I know! But aren't they just the most darling thing you ever saw? I've been looking forward to wearing something like it for ages!”
Spike still was not sure how he felt about this whole plan of theirs. How was he supposed to convince four more mares, at least, that he loved them? How was he supposed to just fall in love with them for that matter? Sun above, it had taken almost dying to get him to admit his first love, years later for it to bloom to fruition, Twilight’s was something that had come from years of being together. Now he was supposed to woo one of his other best friends in the world and fall in love with them at the same time in a matter of weeks? It was official, he was screwed. “Have you two even thought about how we’re going to go about all of this? Do I try for one girl at a time or play the field for maximum exposure? How am I supposed to fall in love and seal the deal in such little time? How do we explain this all to them? There’s so much to consider and so much more that could go wrong.” The table fell silent. “I don’t want to hurt anyone if we fail.”
Flashing him a smile, Rarity held his hand more tightly. “Then we won’t fail.”
“Rarity’s right, Spike, we can do this. You do bring up a number of good points though.” Twilight sighed, but she was a little excited to do some problem solving. “Your heart has a lot of room for love, and I’m hopeful that with Rarity and myself firmly set in it, you’ll have overshadowed feelings for the other mares in your life that just need to be triggered. Just like you did for me.”
“That sounds like a very dangerous gamble.”
“I know, but it’s all we have. As for the rest of the girls, you’re about the only guy Fluttershy can actually talk to about her life and feelings, she tenses up for every other. Then there’s Applejack, and, from what I’ve gathered, the Apple Family covets strength, stamina, and control in their mates. It makes sense that they would seek out someone who can help work and run the farm. You’ve more than proven that since the harvest season started, and you two get along on a personal level. I’d bet A.J. has shared secrets with Dash and you she’s never told anyone else while applebucking.”
A memory of being sworn to secrecy by the farm girl flashed through his mind, on threat of walking funny for a long time. “I guess that’s true.”
“Love and Friendship aren’t opposites. You just have to have the courage and strength to reach out and try to grab them if you want both.”
“Nice to see Celestia’s lessons are sticking.”
Twilight feigned annoyance. “Hey! I’m an amazing student, and I always pay attention.”
“Uh-huh.”
Covering her mouth with her hand, Rarity suppressed a giggle. “Sometimes you two are just too funny.”
Leaning back in the chair, a smug grin overtook his face. “It’s all me.” A tone of seriousness invaded his voice. “But even if that’s true, look at Dash and A.J.; there’s no way to avoid hitting that obstacle with my face, so to speak.”
“I’m counting on it. With any luck, we can score two mares in one go. Finally, we have Pinkie Pie-”
He could still feel her hand on his ass from earlier. “I don’t think we have to worry about Pinkie. She showed plenty of interest when I saw her earlier.”
“What do you mean saw her earlier?”
“I may have opened the door in an apron earlier.”
“So?”
“Just an apron.”
Astonishment coated Twilight’s face, before changing into disappointment. “I miss all the best parts.”
Rarity in a moment of pure evil gave her a taunting smile. “It. Was. Glorious.”
“Just for that, I’m going to have to keep Spike all to myself this week.”
“Not on your life, Darling.”
Two hot mares fighting over him, even playfully; Spike was living the dream, a very complicated dream. “Not that I don’t love this, but that still leaves how we plan on going about all of this.”
“It seems to me that if you chase any one of them too much, you’ll suffocate them. That works for Rarity because she loves the attention.”
It would have offended Rarity more if it was not actually true. “Fluttershy caught us in the um… act, and, things happened, not completely unlike what happened with us, but not as far. Anyways, she’s coming by Wednesday so that Spike and I can talk to her about everything in depth.”
“That’s perfect! It will give you an opportunity to start getting Fluttershy more comfortable with the idea and share your openness with Spike.”
Spike stood up to get a glass of water, his tea gone. “I’m telling A.J. everything. She’ll respect the truth above all else, and she might be able to help me figure out Dash.”
Leaning back in her chair, Twilight brought her hand to her chin in contemplation. “That’s not a bad plan. Dash is by far the hardest to ‘figure out’ romantically, aside from she likes confidence and the ability to back it up. Applejack is the perfect choice for tips on how to win her over, keyword being win knowing Dash.”
Perking up, Rarity clapped her hands together. “That’s perfect, Darling, and I’m sure all of that flight training he went through with her will go a long way.”
Nightmares of hellish training exercises ran through Spike’s head. He definitely was not looking forward to whatever crazy thing Dash was sure to come up with; his wings already aching. “So is that it then? Tomorrow I begin trying to make all of our closest friends fall in love with me, just like that?”
Rarity smiled gently at her love as he poured her a glass of water from the pitcher he had brought back. “There’s still the whole matter of visiting Zecora, but yes, it seems like we have quite the challenge in front of us. I might even have to,” she shuddered, “get my hooves dirty. It will be worth it though.” She pulled Spike into a kiss as he finished pouring Twilight’s glass, “for my, Spikey-Wikey, my love.”
Putting her drink down, Twilight pulled out a list from seemingly nowhere and placed a check next to her and Rarity’s names.
“Seriously, Twilight?”
“I like my checklists!”
A round of mirth was shared by all.
“Anyways, you know that saying, ‘No plan survives contact with the enemy!’ I just want to be as prepared as possible.”
“Usually, I would say you’re overreacting, but, considering the price of failure...”
Rarity and Twilight placed their hands on his shoulder, reassuring him.
Standing up, Twilight moved behind him and wrapped him in a hug. “We won’t let that happen, I promise you. Though, there is one more thing I feel needs to be clear.”
“Which is?”
“I have full intentions of continuing to sleep with the princesses,” she answered, matter-of-factly.
“Trust me, I’m not stupid enough to get between you three. I kind of like living in Equestria and not on the moon. And, it’s only fair since I get multiple mares that you should get to.”
“I’m glad you understand. Now, get your tail up. It’s getting dark, and I’m sure with all of this going on neither of you bothered to actually check on the library.” Rarity and Spike looked away and whistled innocently. “That’s what I thought. Come on, we have dusting to do, Owlicious can only do so much.”
Reluctantly, Spike stood up as Twilight started towards the door. He gave Rarity one last kiss, short and sweet, before grabbing his bag and following after the librarian. “I love you, Rarity.”
Light flooded the room as Rarity and Spike entered laughing like children, spinning around in one another’s arms. The ponyquins that littered the floor room played spectator to the two lovers as their lips locked in a passionate embrace, looking like guests at a cocktail party dressed in their finest. With visions of each other flooding their every thought, attention to their surroundings was a detail that no longer seemed important. Spike's feet weren't in as much agreement as they stumbled over the display stage used to model the many satiny pinks, silky purples, shimmering blues, and dozens of other dress designs splayed out in all directions around them, each adorned with a sparkling reflection of light from the pattern of gems embedded within. He was sent sprawling backwards, pulling the object of his desires down over top of him. The drake was barely phased as he pressed her further into him, his arms wrapping around her waist all the more. She pushed him down roughly, excitedly, and broke the kiss with a flourish, her large, purple curls bouncing with the quick motion. Both of their cheeks were flushed as they caught their breaths, staring hungrily at each other. The flash of a gray feathered-wing and a blond mane moving away caught Spike’s attention, thanks to the open curtains.
His lip curled up into a mischievous grin. “Rarity, it’s Monday.”
Preparing to descend greedily over her dragon's neck, she was paused by the obvious and strange statement. “Um, yes, it is, Master. Why?"
“Well then, shouldn’t you go get the mail?”
It had come out so casually, but implied so much, making Rarity shiver. “At once, Master.”
She stood up on shaky feet and began heading nervously towards the door before being stopped by the drake with a hand on her shoulder. “And, Rarity, one more thing.”
Here he was ordering her to walk out into the busy streets of Ponyville in the middle of the day, and there was more still. Her heart raced in anticipation as her body became increasingly excited. What else could he possibly expect her to do?
Rarity shuddered as his breath ran against her fur as he whispered into her ear. “I want you to bend over and check to make sure you got it all real carefully.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the growing blush on her face as she realized what he meant and the nervous swishing of her tail against his leg told him the same; he was quite pleased. He released her shoulder and made his way over towards the window for a better view of the show to come. “Oh, and if I don’t see exactly what I want, I’ll be very disappointed, and we wouldn’t want that.”
“O-of course not, Master.”
With her hand on the doorknob, Rarity took a moment to contemplate what she was about to do. In a very skimpy maid dress without any underwear, she was going to walk out into a crowded Ponyville. Then she was going to bend over to get her mail and flash Spike who was watching from the window. The entire concept was ludicrous… and a bit against the whole, 'not letting their sexual relationship get out', plan. However, as much as it terrified her, she could feel the moisture soaking her legs at the thrill and excitement. The other night in the empty streets had been so amazingly hot that she could not help but want this. She took a deep breath to steady her hands, still shaking with nervous excitement. Seeking out her normal air of dignity and ladylike mannerisms, she opened the door and stepped outside into the brightly shining day.
It was almost instantaneous, every pony in the streets had their eyes on her the second her hoof hit the walkway. Still, she refused to show even the slightest bit of fear or awkwardness that would cause one to question the normal revere placed upon her, aside from her quickly reddening face and very wet legs, thankfully hidden by the little that she called a skirt. Sensing the stares from all around her, Rarity had to focus her attention completely on the mailbox itself, never letting her eyes stray left or right, fearing her reaction to them looking would give her away. Her heart raced a mile a minute with each slow and graceful step. She wanted to make a mad dash for it, to run and grab the mail before fleeing back to her home before the ponies had a chance to see what their watching was doing to her body.
That would never do, however. Spike wanted a show, and she wanted to give him one. With the thought of his eyes at her back she felt herself growing more confident, and more forward by the time she at last reached the mailbox, her heart still racing as she grabbed the handle. She opened the door and spread her legs apart in a way that was completely unnecessary to getting the mail. Reaching inside, she grabbed a handful of envelopes, letting one letter slip and fall onto the ground. Rarity bent over far more than she had to to get it, knowing full well from the back that her flank would be spread wide open revealing everything to anyone who might catch a glance. Of course, the window was the only angle that would allow for such viewing pleasure, and Spike had the only seat in the house. That did not change the rush she received from her public display however, only proving to push her further into need. Anypony from the front would at least be able to get a decent view of her cleavage at this angle, and she caught a few stallions attempting to hide the fact they were staring. Suddenly, pleasure coursed through her body making her legs weak as the unmistakable vibrations radiated from her flank.
Spike had a feeling his smile could not be any more smug as he played with the controler set to high in his hand. He could see everything; her entire body seemed to shake for a moment as she soaked the fur on her legs even further. Ponyville had no idea what was happening in front of them, but he certainly did. The feeling of control was amazing, but the fact she was most likely biting her lip to stop a moan from escaping into the streets was even better. Watching her try to walk back to the door was priceless, and so very arousing, each step seemed to take everything in her as her legs appeared to refuse to work right. She was doing admirably in his admittedly insane task, and he was not heartless.
The thought of adding a railing to her walkway seemed very appealing to Rarity as she struggled to make her way to the door; never had the distance to her mailbox seemed so long. Each step brought a new wave of euphoria through her body, making her legs quake and her hips writhe. It was mind-numbing, and she was worried that she might bite down so hard to stifle herself that she would draw blood. She could feel the eyes on her, admiring and undoubtedly wondering about the scandalous outfit and the loss of her usual grace in her awkward steps. It occurred to her that some of the mares might have been fully aware of the situation, having taken part in similar experiences with adult toys. The thought that her secret might be known by some of the spectators only fueled her lust. When the door opened to Spike, wearing the most innocent smile on his face, she almost threw herself into his arms in relief; however, her current predicament would not allow such quick movement. She managed the last few steps into the boutique, both thankful and disappointed to be through the thrilling and embarrassing challenge her drake set for her.
Using his finger to lift her chin, Spike looked at the flushed and embarrassed face of his love. “So cute.” He kissed her lips, playfully nibbling the bottom one as he broke away. The whole thing had been a sudden flash of brilliance, but it was also pretty stupid to the whole, ‘keeping how far their relationship had gone from Twilight,’ plan… Looking at her now though, totally worth it.
“So what now, Master?” she asked with baited breath.
The dragon locked the front door, “Wouldn’t want Twilight walking in on us… think we’ve had enough of that for one weekend,” and led her back to the stage. “Now, how about you do a little modeling for me? You’ve always been far too stunning and beautiful to be on the sidelines watching those other models strutting down this stage in your masterpieces.”
Rarity could not help but kiss the drake for his kind words before using her magic to draw the curtains. She put her mouth next to his ear and in her most seductive voice whispered, “For you, Master, I would love to.”
Spike lowered the setting, noticing the apparent relief of the seamstress, as she sashayed her hip on the way to the back of the stage. Once she had disappeared the lights dimmed and a beautiful and intricate series of lights came on creating a unique ambiance and a focal point on the stage. His jaw dropped as the most beautiful mare in the universe strutted out in that sexy little outfit. Her white fur seemed to be accentuated by the lights, and those long legs were so wonderfully enthralling him with each step. After years of forcing his eyes away, it felt almost ... wrong to let his eyes be drawn to those gorgeous breasts, entranced by their every bounce up and down with every exaggerated sway of her hips. But now here she was inviting his stares, and as a gentledrake it would be terribly rude not to oblige an invitation from a lady.
This was certainly not Rarity’s first time on the stage, but the fact it was a very private show just for Spike filled her heart with the same giddy feeling as her first time. Normally, she would be focusing on displaying the best attributes of the outfit she was wearing; however, each movement was instead used to model her body, from the curve of her hips to the swell of her breasts. The attention was no longer on what she wore, but on her and she was reveling in the idea, seductively tantalizing her one-dragon audience. It was rather obvious where his eyes were, typical male, but she enjoyed the fawning. Teasing was probably the most sensual part of their newly-created sex lives for her, and she loved being both the teaser and the one being teased. It made her hot under the collar and wet under the skirt in a way she just could not explain. As she reached the end of the stage, she sought to utilize her favorite form of getting the two of them excited. With a flourish of her magic a duster flew into her hand, and she bent over pretending to dust an imaginary vase, giving the drake a full view of her dripping marehood, flank, and tailhole.
Spike was about to give a loud whistle to escalate the situation even further when a strange and yet terrifyingly familiar electrical current sizzled near him, tingling his spines. He shielded his eyes as a flash of light filled the room and one Twilight Sparkle walked out. Swallowing hard, Spike turned around to find Twilight’s eyes pointed directly at Rarity’s exposed rear. “Well, so much for that plan.”
There was a moment of complete silence, the calm before the storm, and Twilight was the first to break it, “I’m even better at this than I thought; nice ass, Rarity.”
A comedic image of him and Rarity dropping face-first onto the floor popped into Spike’s head. With a good shake he cleared his thoughts and attempted to pick up the pieces of his mind Twilight had just blown. When that did not work he fell back on what usually worked: sarcasm and questions. “I’ll say, but... you know- what?!”
“Like this is the first time you’ve caught me staring at a mare.”
Rarity finally came back to reality, where she promptly stood back up and covered herself.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you staring at Rarity.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re too busy staring to notice my staring is it?” Twilight put her hand on her chin. “Come to think of it, you never noticed when I was checking you out either.”
It was at this point Rarity did the one thing any reasonable lady would in this situation: flip out. “Why are you so relaxed about this!? And what do you mean you were checking me and Spike out!? And what was wrong with using the door like a normal pony!?”
Twilight’s face contorted into a rather smug and amused look, her eyebrow arched just a bit. “Because why would I take a train when I can teleport? And, more on your question, this is a business, people come in and out all the time. It’s not like I appeared in your bedroom or bathroom. As for the other two, Spike’s an adult… ish, dragon now,” she took a moment to eye him up, licking her lips, “and can make his own decisions, and can you blame me? You two are very, stimulating, especially with that maid outfit on.”
With her hand against her forehead, Rarity attempted to figure everything out. “So… we’re good then?”
“Of course.” Rarity let out a breath she did not know she had been holding upon hearing the answer. “I never really expected you two to get this far when I set all of this up. You two were practically snail-slow. Spike’s been serenading, serving, and treating you like a princess for years, and you, you show your appreciation here and there, a kiss on the cheek, and then you blush like a shy little girl but love the attention as he compliments you. Now, in one weekend with a little push from me, you’re both going so fast that Rainbow Dash would be impressed. Honestly, I was just hoping that evening the playing field a bit might give Spike the courage to ask you out on this date he’s been ‘secretly’ planning for months. Instead, I come back to you giving Spike a striptease. Am I good at this whole setting ponies- and dragons, up or what? I am so putting 'Matchmaking for Matchmakers' on the recommended reading shelf!'”
Spike and Rarity just stood there gawking at the brilliant and evil mastermind that was Twilight Sparkle, who sat there smiling smugly. Never had either felt so lost for words, but suddenly it all came rushing back.
The fashionista recovered first. “You set this up?”
“You’re welcome.”
He grinned at his oldest and closest friend. “I knew this whole thing was crazy; I’m just surprised I didn’t see it was Twilight Sparkle-crazy.”
In response, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, lover-boy.” Twilight glanced around one last time. “Now, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time, since you two were obviously in the middle of something kinky.” Her horn began to glow. “Feel free to stay the night Spike, but I expect you back in the morning. After all, you know how bad Owlicious is about dusting. Now if you two don’t mind, I need some alone time. Have fun, sorry for interrupting!” In a magenta flash she was gone.
Switching his attention from the now empty space back to the stage and Rarity, Spike noticed his love still covering herself. “So… where were we?”
“Well, I was going to ask if you’d like me to polish your pole while slipping out of my costume, but now I’m slightly more distracted by the fact I think Twilight is planning to, um…”
“Masturbate to the thought of us doing it?”
“Not exactly subtle, but yes.”
A glint appeared in Spike’s eye. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Rarity huffed. “Of course not!”
“Is that so? Then lift up your skirt.”
“What?”
The drake rubbed his chin, a new plan forming. With a small puff of fire an emerald flame caught the end of the feather duster in Rarity’s hand causing her to drop it as it was consumed. The ashes flew in a non-existent wind and rematerialized into the cleaning utensil right in front of Spike, who quickly snatched it from the air.
An angry, feminine stomp on the floor caught Spike’s attention. “Some warning would be nice, Master.”
A sheepish grin momentarily greeted Rarity, “Sorry,” before turning into a more devious one. He stepped up to the stage, slowly, deliberately, the feather duster backwards in his hand. “Now, come here.”
Rarity wanted to question why, but she was too excited to see how Spike would surprise her. Walking to the edge, she could not help but think how things had changed since Friday. Before, she had been the one initiating all these stimulating little games, but Spike had quickly started to assume command.
“Good girl,” Spike pushed the wooden handle under her skirt and slowly slid it up, revealing her moist marehood, “or maybe not. It seems you lied to me; getting caught and complemented by Twilight did turn you on, you bad, bad girl. Tell me, my naughty maid, do you know what bad girls get?”
She tried to stop her body from shaking in anticipation. “Bad girls have to be punished.”
“Glad you understand.” He traced the lines between her hips and thighs with the handle, making her bite back a moan. “Take it off and lay down on your back along the edge of the stage here.”
With hesitant, exaggerated movements she brought her hand to the cloth holding the maid outfit on her shoulder and slowly slid it down her arm. The further she went the more the dress revealed until her first fluffy, squeezable, white breast popped out with a hard teal nipple giving away just how excited she was. A profuse blush covered her face as she started the other side in the same method. With the straps no longer holding the dress to her form, a glow from her horn to undo the back ties, and one final push down with both hands to force the uniform past her voluptuously curved ass, she rid herself of the fabric and left herself entirely nude for her master’s viewing pleasure.
She had always kept her showroom at a cool temperature to prevent colors from fading and the fabric from wearing out even the tiniest bit. Normally, it was practically unnoticeable fully dressed and with fur, but now she could feel the cold on her newly bare body. It was like small sparks of electricity as her most sensitive parts were nipped at by the cold air, making her shiver. There was no doubt the stage would be even colder as she laid herself flat against it. Everything in her told her to jump up as the freezing wood touched her legs, posterior, and back, but the firm order from her love and master kept her from acting on it. After a few seconds her body started getting used to the temperature as Spike loomed over her with the feather duster still in his hand.
Looking down at his prize, the unicorn he loved, Spike could not help but feel a sense of pride and control. He had finally managed to give the mare of his dreams his heart and she in return gave him hers, along with the reins of their relationship. In doing so, she made it his responsibility to please both of them, though Rarity had supplied more than a few ways herself. This one though, was all him, and she was going to adore it.
Plucking one of the feathers from the duster, he showed it to her before running it carefully down her body, letting just the tip touch. Rarity let out a soft moan as the soft feather moved from her neck to caressing her breasts, flicking the hard, teal nipple along the way, making her shake in delight. It continued its path down her stomach and past her navel, causing her to bite down on her lips in an attempt to control herself. Without stopping, it moved playfully along her waist, letting another moan escape. As he reached her marehood he began sensually tracing it, making her even more vocal. She was impressed by his creativity and ingenuity, but, as amazing as this felt, she failed to see how this could be considered a punishment. Her question was short-lived when in one big moan her eyes rolled upwards causing her to miss when the feather duster in Spike’s other hand came up to her breast, right above the erect nipple. In an instant the delicate touch shifted to playful tickling.
Spike started his assault with the soft duster, watching as Rarity’s gasps for breath turned from pleasured moans to erotic laughter. He started with the duster, brushing it back and forth and twisting it teasingly around her sensitive breasts and nipples. Each hysterical laugh was so cute and adorable that it only prompted him to increase his efforts as her body squirmed all over, flailing more than a little. Using the feather, he started tickling her marehood and clit, occasionally moving to the thigh before coming back to them. The sight of her increased arousal glistening in the show light as it drenched her thighs was quickly turning him on even more. Using his tail to unfasten his pants he shimmied out of them, looking a little funny doing it, he managed to continue without pause.
It felt like she was losing her mind as the soft feathers tortured her body. She writhed on the floor in fits of laughter from the stimulation. Rarity considered the feather duster to be part of her ensemble, and, when it came to outfits, it always had to be the best. Simple put, perfection was in the details, and accessories were the details. Just as she was getting used to the feel of the high-grade feathers playing with her, the unmistakable touch of his forked tongue began attacking her arm, working its way to her unoccupied breast, increasing the rush tenfold. Once it reached its target it began mercilessly tasting, lapping, and licking, bringing about a whole new chorus of giggles. She could feel her form flush with a heat that contrasted sharply with the cold wood beneath her as the three simultaneous tickle attacks were made against her.
Wherever Spike had gotten the idea from, it was a stroke of genius. It was strangely sensual, completely dominate, yet at the same time held the warmth and softness she adored so much in her love. It was vastly arousing to be under the wrath of the maid’s tool; her own piece turned against her in an amazing maid-themed foreplay. As inexperienced as Spike was, his creativity and passion were extremely impressive, and Rarity loved creativity and passion in her dragon. “Ma-ma-ster-er-er!”
He answered calmly, bringing his tongue back up into his mouth, as if nothing of interest was going on, “Yes?”
She could hardly talk or think with how powerful the tickling and fits of laughter were. “If y-y-yo-u-u kee-p-p th-this up, I-I-I-I’m-m goi-ing to cum!”
“No.”
“What-t!?!”
He increased his efforts. “If you want to cum, then you’re going to have to beg me for it.”
Her mind reeled. She was so close. Spike had brought her to the edge with such odd yet magnificent pleasure, and now he was going to make her wait to finish? It was unfair! Cruel! And incredibly hot and sexy. “Bu-u-t-”
“And if you cum without my permission, I’ll just head on back to the library.”
Her face paled. If he left her unfulfilled after all of this, she would never be able to get herself under control. “Ple-lea-se let me cum!”
The pure need in her voice made his blood boil and his lips smile, but she was not getting off that easily. “I’m not convinced.”
At this point making her beg was enough to make her cum, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to. Somehow suppressing the laugh she yelled her request in one breath, “Master, I am begging you, please let me cum! I won't last any longer! I’ll do anything, just let me cum!”
The extra rush of control amped Spike’s own desire up as he listened to the sweet sound of submission and carnal thirst. The way she fell back into her cute, little, horny laughing spree only making it that much better. He lowered his mouth to her ear and in hot breath whispered, “Cum for me.”
His order was complied with instantaneously as Rarity poured out onto the stage, soaking her thighs. Her entire body was strained with ecstasy as her release continued, even arching her back as she howled out in immense pleasure as it cascaded through her. Lying in a puddle of her own juices, Rarity found that she could hardly move. She tried to catch the breath that the laughter had constantly denied her, her chest heaving up and down with each large swallow of air.
The dragon was feeling pretty proud as he saw her lower body covered in her excitement all because of him, from plan to execution. The way her breasts kept rising up and falling down against her sweat-covered fur was equally stimulating. Everything about her exhausted body looked delicious, making him lick his lips at the meal laid out before him. Rarity was so distracted that she did not even see him circle around and climb up onto the stage.
Gently, he lifted her legs up and sat between them, leaving them resting, spread-open on his lap and earning a little yip from her. She appeared to be sobering up quickly now, and he would have none of that as he brought her knees to rest on his shoulders, putting her marehood right in front of his face and arching her back in such a way that her hips were off the ground. “I seem to remember us working hard to get you all nice and clean earlier,” he took a whiff. “I can even smell the shampoo still on you, but now you’ve gone and made a mess of yourself, especially these gorgeous, pristine thighs. What am I going to do with you?” Those beautiful, azure eyes looked at him, brimming with curiosity, filled with lust. “Tongue bath it is.” Without further warning, he began dragging his serpentine tongue up and down her thighs, getting every drop, sweet and salty, just how he liked it.
Her entire body shivered as her master began cleaning up her mess. He was slow but relentless as he worked his way along her quivering legs. Embarrassment coursed through her, turning her face crimson, as she was attended to. The amount of attention and care he was putting into it made her cherish the act far more than the sexual stimulation; of course, that was not to say it was not incredibly stimulating. She heard her voice escape in small whimpers as he continued to move his way up, eventually reaching her inner thigh. His forked tongue worked its way along the outside, teasingly slow, making her eager but unwilling to rush the drake’s loving caress.
“This naughty body, it just refuses to stay clean. The more I lick up, the more mess it seems to make. Maybe if I-” his tongue shot out, licking from bottom to clit of the outer walls of her marehood in one stroke, “clean up the source.” The cute, almost-shy look on her face was all the motivation he ever needed to begin lapping at the glistening folds of his mare. Although his ridiculously long tongue would allow him any amount of space he wished, he pushed his face right against her. The musky scent of her desire filled his nose, threatening to send him into a frenzy only to be stopped by his own intent to bring his love to the peak before finishing her off in a flourish.
As Spike began to probe her further with his tongue she could feel him licking at the inner folds causing her entire body to spasm slightly as he nuzzled roughly against her clit. The hot breath of her draconian lover on her sensitive marehood only seemed to add to the soft, caring nature of the lovemaking. She felt guilty that she had been the only one to receive any pleasure but was unable to do anything for the gentledrake in her current position as it was too hard to concentrate on her magic; instead, she settled for grasping at her buxom bust and playing with her hard nipples, hoping to put on a good show for her master as he looked down at her. Then it hit her, using her tail, she teased the scales where Spike’s erections were hid, much like the feather he had used on her. The effect was immediate on both of them as she moaned loudly in increasingly high-pitched pleasure and he pushed further into her while giving her a playfully predatory gaze that sent tingles down her spine.
Deciding it was time to really get things going, Spike began moving his tongue in rapid motions: up and down, side to side, in circles, all while moving closer and closer to the spot that he had discovered brought Rarity the most pleasure. As he pressed his tongue firmly against it, his nose mashed against her clit, the combination causing her to tighten her legs around his head and practically force him down deeper into her.
Rarity’s body tried to arch further but failed thanks to how she was wrapped around Spike. Her drake had gone from delicately sampling to full out feasting on her, and no amount of restraint now was going to stop the impending orgasm. As it rocked her body and wrapped it in bliss, she began squirting out all over her thighs and the dragon’s face, creating an even bigger mess than when they had started. The sound of dripping met the unicorn’s ears as her juices fell from her body and Spike’s face onto his scaled lap.
Enjoying the fucked-silly look on Rarity’s face, Spike licked his lips and carefully set her back down. Bringing his beautiful fashionista such amazing pleasure brought a greater warmth to his chest than any his fire would ever be able to compete with. To know that he could do such a thing for the mare he loved; it was a feeling he would not trade for anything. Still, as perfect as it was, his own needs were calling out to be taken care of already. He moved off the stage and to her side once again, stripping out of his now-soaked shirt. “I think we should continue this upstairs. The bed has way better positioning and is way more comfortable.”
“I-I don’t think I can move. My legs feel like jelly.”
Taking charge, he grabbed her under the knees and around the back, cradling her in his arms as he headed for the stairs, but not before slipping his tail into his pants on the floor behind them, grabbing something from the pocket. She lifted an arm around his neck and lifted her upper body up slightly as she gazed contentedly into her knight’s eyes.
“Such a lazy maid, and you even made a bigger mess than before.” He shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re so good at this. That tongue is its own kind of magic.” Her face pressed into his chest as she purred softly.
As he reached her room, he opened the door with his tail and unceremoniously flopped Rarity down on the bed.
“Woah! Master!”
He tried to keep a serious face but failed miserably as he burst into laughter. “Sorry, Rarity, but it seemed too funny not to do.”
“So childish,” she rolled her eyes playfully, “but I do love that about you.”
Clearing his throat and getting back into character, “Yes, well, I have something I need my maid’s help taking care of.” He roused his erections from their hiding spot between his scales. “These need to be properly polished before I put them where they belong.”
“Of course, Master.” Rarity squirmed around the bed so that her head was in front of him before lying on her back. From this position she could look up at her Master’s face and his twin dragons as she prepared him for her body, all while giving Spike a wonderful view of his servant’s breasts and marehood, when he was not staring at the naughty expressions on her face as she serviced him. She loved the openness of the whole pose, nothing to hide.
Looking down at the bountiful mountains only increased the sensation he felt as Rarity’s broad, warm, and wet tongue worked his draconic virilities. His legs felt weak and the spines on his back shuddered at the mare’s oral ability. Somehow, he managed to keep calm and an in-control demeanor as she licked her way to the tips teasingly. A gasp nearly escaped his lips as she took them into her mouth, toying ever so slightly with the edge of her tongue. Watching her cheek puff out as he pressed against the side was strangely cute and arousing.
Weird as it may have been, Spike could not help but see this as a sign of how much she truly loved him. Sure, Spike never really considered himself dirty, except after gem hunts and taking out Rarity’s trash, but for Rarity, his queen of cleanliness, to put those in her mouth truly felt like a feat to the drake. He could feel his pre-cum spilling out against her cheek, coating it and making it easier for her to slide more of him in to taste. Every action she took attacked his nerves as she sucked and used her tongue to fiddle around him; it was amazing.
Gulping down beads of pre-cum, Rarity merrily hummed against the dragon’s shafts. She almost hated to admit it to herself, but she liked the salty, earthy taste her love’s body gave to her. It was just so intoxicating, but as far into degradation as she had willingly thrown herself into this weekend, the proper, ladylike part of her mind still held true in her subconscious. It made sense, she was a lady and she expected to be treated like one normally, but there was not a lot of normal to this weekend. As she stared into those emerald eyes, she hoped between them this would be the new normal in their future.
“R-Rarity, you’re doing a great job, really, but I’d rather not waste a shot.” He tried to wink and show off his cleverness, but it was more than a little awkward and he could swear she was chuckling into him.
Getting herself under control impressively fast, she removed herself from the dragon, and turned on her most seductive gaze and voice. “And what would you like to do with your shot, Master?”
Taking an easy chance at revenge, he replied, “I was thinking I’d make a cream-filled marshmallow.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious.” She sat up and crawled towards the headboard, resting her back against it. “I did an excellent job getting you ready, if I do say so myself, so why don’t you do just that, Master.” Her legs spread showing off her assets perfectly for the drake’s eyes.
“Oh, just remember, you asked for it.” Without a second thought he pounced onto the bed, using his wings to slow himself ever so slightly, as not to break it.
They were nose to nose, their breath, warm and inviting, coating the other’s face when Spike sprang forward passionately, bestially capturing his prey’s lips against his own as his tongue passed between them and started dominating her mouth. She was all his, after years of loving her so much it almost hurt, she. Was. His! In one fluid movement he broke apart and began nibbling a trail down her neck, making her swoon. As he reached her shoulder, he ran his tongue all the way back up through her fur, making sure to hit every spot where his teasing teeth had increased the sensitivity. She was like putty in his claws. He grasped her shoulders and dove in for another equally steamy kiss, while at the same time rocketing his hips forward, sinking nearly his entire lengths in at once, claiming his mare as she gasped against his tongue.
Rarity could feel her back moving down the wooden board as her body angled itself up instinctively to allow the drake more access to her depths. The sudden insertion had been a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt nearly bursting levels of fullness; she was thankful that both of them had been properly lubricated, for fear he might have ripped her in half being so rough. It had been far worse for her ass, but she knew that her mind had reeled from both forms of penetration and sex… Her eyes rolled up into her skull as she tried not to focus on the invading member in her rear, and she had to fight the embarrassing urge to admit she might actually have a preference for it, a fight she was losing. Even with their lips interlocked, she could feel her drool slip out from between them and down her cheek. Spike was truly, passionately dominating her; the presence of the gentledrake she loved looming over her was all she wanted, all she needed in that moment as her body was wracked with pleasure.
As Spike pushed all the way in and began thrusting faster and faster, she could feel his hips pounding away against her curvy ass. The slaps were different from being spanked, but she still found a unique pleasure from having her flank pounded by the strong, well-muscled testament to draconian sexual prowess above her. The ferocity he displayed was both far different yet oddly familiar to the care and tenderness he had displayed back in the showroom. It was deliciously less soft but she still felt as if she was the center of the dragon’s universe, as if everything he did was to bring the two of them more and more pleasure. It made her heart beat faster and her pulse race as she felt the love the drake had for her with every collision against her sore, red, jiggling rump.
While every part of Spike was enjoying his frantic lovemaking, he was still fighting a battle in his head and heart. He knew that he had acted largely on instinct this time, his kin’s possessive nature taking control. It was part of who he was, what he was, and he loved being a dragon: from eating gems to having claws. Instead of trying to give that up, maybe he needed to embrace it to ever truly, fully love. Finding the balance between his fiercer, dominating instincts and the caring, helpful nurturing he had been raised with. A grunt escaped their lips, he wasn’t sure if it was his or hers as he thrust against the sweaty, white fur of the fashionista. He looked into her eyes, those beautiful, deep pools of passion that outshined the brightest of gems, and knew that for her, he would try anything, if only to be the mate she deserved.
It resonated through them, not just where their lips lewdly smashed together but everywhere their bodies met, from Rarity’s breasts grinding against his chest to their hips, the feeling of each other’s impending orgasm. Her marehood and tailhole were squeezing him tighter and tighter as his virilities were twitching and getting bigger inside of her. Their bodies seemed to be in sync as her legs wrapped around his waist, making it impossible to thrust as far out as he had been; instead, he switched to quick, smaller motions that constantly pressed his tip against her womb as his other head pressed the plastic vibrator further into her, making both of them shudder.
As he reached what was surely the end of their residence against their imminent release, one of his hands fell from her shoulder and grasped the purple tail beneath while the spade of his tail moved towards the remote it had taken from his pants earlier. At once, he pushed the high button on the vibrator causing the device to spring alive inside of her and against his lower tip and yanked his beloved’s tail forcefully, though being careful not to pull any hairs out, making her entire body tense up around him. The two of them screamed into each other’s mouths as the drake’s seed poured into the mare coating her insides and the toy in white. Spike’s release was made even stronger by the grip her body had on him, causing him to shoot even more into her than any time before. Wave after wave of pent-up excitement rocketed through his body and out into hers. His mind fell into bliss alongside hers as he fell over, dragging her on top of him.
The simultaneous sensations of Spike in both ends, the sudden, powerful vibrations coming from the toy she had completely forgot about in her lust, and the unexpected, sharp pain that made her feel like a dirty mare in an exciting and hot way from her tail being pulled was enough to send her into a hoof-arching, nerve-tingling orgasm. The sudden inclusion of the dragon’s sperm into her body only increased the sensation as she felt her body try to milk the impressive, twin spires. Through the rippling waves of bliss she could feel their cum mixing and blasting its way out of her. The sticky concoction coated her thighs and his before slowing down to a trickle and leaking out her well-used marehood and posterior, creating a bridge between them before continuing down its path to her tail and flank. She was one with her drake in these moments, and she cherished them unlike any other. Graciously she had offered her body and he had greedily accepted, as if the two were made for each other, ironically.
The vibrator shut off, relinquishing the last of the pressure. Rarity lay against Spike’s chest in post-orgasmic happiness, enjoying the muscled underbelly of the drake as he played with a loose strand of her hair. “Wow. That was just, magnificent. So good in fact, that I’m not even going to threaten you about messing up my mane.” Her finger traced along his chest as she teased.
A laugh coursed through his body, shaking Rarity a little. “Bad news, Rarity, your hair is messed up beyond anything my finger can do.”
“Your finger can do plenty, trust me,” she purred.
“If you’re going to be the funny, sarcastic one from now on, then I’m going to have to be the fashion-obsessed beauty, and I just don’t see that working out nearly as well.” Looking down at the beauty pressed up against him, he let out a sigh, knowing what had to be done. “We… we have to talk.”
“Going to tell me what’s been worrying you?”
“No- How did you know?”
“Darling, you may lie laps around Applejack, but I have always been good at reading you. What’s wrong, Spikey?”
“This weekend has been amazing, but as things… progressed, well, I started feeling something new. A part of me that I didn’t even realize I had. I’m pretty awesome, but I just didn’t have the nerve to really take advantage of the situation. You wanted to be dominated, I saw that, but I was worried, as you know. Somehow, I managed to start doing just that, but I didn’t really understand my actions…” He slid his hand down her back, relaxing himself with the soft touch of her fur and doing the same for her with his skillful petting.
“The further we got, the more it was me though. I started actively controlling it, it stopped feeling like an observer to some other smoother me, instead it blended into me. Just when I thought I had it figured out, I started feeling more lustful and greedy. I tried to fight it, mostly using images of us and the feelings I had for you to hold it off, but it remained at the edge of my mind. When we started this time though… Once again, I felt it bubble up, making me fiercer and more passionate. You were mine, and I needed to show you just how much I wanted you.” Rarity had been rather quiet, but her breathing was calm and natural much to his surprise. “As strong as it was, I still cared more for you and your happiness than mine, but I’m a dragon, Rarity, I’ll always be a dragon, I love being a dragon, and I have to find a medium between my draconic instincts and who I am. The truth is, both are who I am. You deserve to know everything, and I’m so sick of hiding my nightmares and my fears and my wants from everyone I love.”
Her hand fell flat against his chest. In an instant, she pulled herself up and locked lips with him, not a passionate kiss but a quick, loving peck. “Spike, I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I told you before that you can come to me with any problem, and I meant it. Covet me like your greatest treasure, but give me room to shine, that’s all I can ask. I love you, my big, strong dragon. I want to share in your nightmares as much as your dreams. So never,” she pressed her finger into his chest,” ever,” another poke for emphasis, “think you have to hide anything from me. We’ll work through it together.”
“Celestia, have mercy, my firecracker of a mare is just too amazing. You know, that goes both ways right?”
“Like you could stop me from complaining.”
“Beats the whining.”
“Oh, hush, you.”
Spike inhaled, filling his chest with air, before blowing a puff of smoke in a perfect heart above them.
“That was very romantic, Spike.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “Glad you thought so… Is it too early to go to sleep?”
She shook her head at the silly drake she loved. “It’s only about five; we haven’t even had dinner yet, Master.”
“Do I have to get dressed?”
Getting up and stretching out, she gave the drake a heart melting gaze. “I’ll make you a deal, if you get to stay naked, then so do I.”
“Sounds like a win-win to me.” Instantly, the dragon sprang up. “You have the most durable bed ever.”
Rarity put a finger to her lip. “One should never sacrifice comfort or quality, and I was thinking, maybe it could be our bed.”
Sharp, pointed white teeth in an unmistakable smirk was her response. “Moving a little fast, aren’t we?”
She wrapped her arms around one of his and pressed inwards as they headed down the steps. “Just making up for lost time.”
