Pt. I
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Spike leaned back on the park bench.
The warm spring sun blazed overhead, bathing the town in its golden rays. Birds sang their melodious harmonies up in the trees. Several families had blankets laid out amongst the flowers and the grasses, picnic supplies in full stock and plenty of food to go around. Their laughter carried on the sweet wind of the season.
The dragonborn waved his claw at the irritant buzzing around his head. “Stupid fly,” he muttered.
His other hand reached into the pocket of his khaki shorts, fishing out a small round piece of platinum. Clicking a button on the side, it flipped open to reveal a photograph and a clock face. The picture was of a much younger Spike nestled in the lap of a brace-faced teenage girl with long, dark, navy blue hair. The time read 6:58.
The time had changed by an hour early in the morning, a tradition dating back to old Equestria to add more light to the days after winter had ended. To prepare, the prior evening he had set the pocketwatch to the correct time for the next day, operating by the sundial.
The reason for his specific preparations was the fancy building sitting in his peripheral vision, or more specifically the resident. It was a dress shop: Carousel Boutique, “where everything was sleek, chic, and c’est magnifique”. A popular attraction in the small town of Ponyville, it was frequented by many members of the upper class and borderline nobility for its exceptional craftsmanship of dresses, suits, and various other articles of high fashion and exquisite taste.
Spike had no need for such a place. Sure, he did enjoy wearing the occasional dapper suit for a fancy social gathering, or even for fun, but there was a slight problem with everyday wear. As a dragon, he didn't typically wear many clothes beyond what was socially demanded. The nature of his reptilian blood indicated that if he wore any more than the shorts of which to cover his genitalia (as humans took offense to lower body nudity) for too long, he would die of heatstroke.
Being mortal, he wanted to avoid dying.
Despite this, the boutique was his destination. He had an appointment, but this wasn't one directly associated with clothing he would wear. No, this occasion was purely social. Spike was there to see the owner of the storefront, a delightful woman known as Rarity.
Rarity was, in the dragon’s opinion, the most beautiful woman in Equestria. Besides maybe the Princesses, but of course the regality of the three immortal archmages governing many laws of the land could be matched by no mere human, be they a mage, a druid, an avian, or otherwise. However, her aesthetic appearance was more alluring than any other he knew in terms of pure, raw elegance.
The mage herself was a tall, striking woman, standing just under six feet while wearing her favorite length of high heel. Her long and luscious royal purple hair cascaded down to her mid-back when it was down, but it was usually held up in a prim bun with a majority of the coiffure framing her pale porcelain face perfectly. Spike imagined that it would smell like roses and feel like silk.
Rarity’s eyes were the color of sapphires, which coincidentally were the dragon’s favorite flavor of gems. They were always striking, even when they weren't framed by liner, shadow, and mascara. Makeup or no, she always looked perfect. Her full lips complimented the rest of her face, almost always a vibrant shade of red, or sometimes pink, depending on the outfit she wore. One time it was even black.
Her wardrobe was of course widely varied. Skirts and blouses, dresses, even a simple slacks and shirt combo framed her form in a most arresting manner. She had well sculpted legs and a toned, flat belly. She wasn't afraid to show them off, and while it would be a lie to say her entire body was as fit as an athlete or a farmer, she still had the gentle sloping curves of all the models in certain magazines. She also gave great hugs.
Spike suddenly shook his head of the daydreams and checked his watch again. 7:00. Jumping to his feet, he felt a grin crawl over his face. It was time to go spend time with his lovely friend, whom he harbored many pleasant feelings for. He frequently assisted her with her work, usually as a fabric roller or a scaly pincushion, sometimes even a dragonnequin, because he enjoyed the time he spent with her.
Needles didn't exactly hurt but even if they did it would have been worth it to spend more time with her.
He wasn’t shallow or conceited, however. She wasn't just graceful on the surface, she was also one of the most generous and magnanimous ladies he knew, not to speak ill of their mutual friends. She truly cared for Spike and his thoughts, his feelings, his emotions, his passion, his dreams. She had always made a point to support him when things got rough, or had given him words of encouragement when he was down, and a simple kiss on the cheek in the morning was enough to put him to bed with a smile later that night.
Spike loved her with all his heart, and though she had never seemed to reciprocate his romantic interest in her, she definitely loved him back, even if only in a platonic manner. And that was okay.
Plus, sometimes she did in his dreams, but he would never speak of that because he was a gentledragon.
A spring in his step, Spike had briskly (but not too briskly) walked to the door, beaming the entire way. The day before yesterday, the two had scheduled a long day of dressmaking together starting at 7am sharp. However, ‘sharp’ for Rarity had always meant “two minutes fashionably late”, and right as his watch clicked forward, he knocked twice on the door.
Turning around to face the outside one more time before the long hours of labor he was sure to put in, he absentmindedly scratched an itchy chest scale with a claw. It was a nice day out, one that would be perfect for sunbathing until the late evening followed by a feast of precious stones and shiny minerals, but honestly the prospect of getting to talk with Rarity and be in the same room as her was worth more than even the most slothful and gluttonous binge of hedonism the dragon could conceive.
If only she would answer the door.
Spike knocked again, but louder this time. Maybe she just didn't hear him? He cocked a brow ridge. Usually she was waiting for him and he wouldn't even have to knock, let alone having to do so twice!
A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. Could he have gotten the date wrong? He wound his mind back and was positive that it was correct. It was seven in the morning on the morning they had decided on. She was never late to an appointment with anyone beyond the standard threshold, least of all her friends, a habit formed from constantly meeting clients throughout the week.
“Rarity?” He asked to the door. No response. Another droplet joined the first as the anxiety began to bubble. There was no reason why she would have deviated from the schedule. The girl was almost as neurotic about timeliness than Twilight! No reason unless...
...unless she was in danger!
Though Spike had just recently become the age of adulthood in human society, as a dragon he still retained some of the paranoid naivety of childhood which governed his thoughts. Luckily for him, this combined with a fortunate series of accidents and mistakes lead to a much better time than he would have expected.
“I'm coming in,” he half warned and half asked. “It's seven... Rarity?”
Still no response. The boutique looked absolutely deserted. No lights were on, no racks of clothing were on display, and- Spike sniffed- dust hung heavy in the air. Something was most definitely wrong. Still, Spike took a deep breath, closed the door behind him, and proceeded to investigate the abandoned house.
The store itself was completely empty, and behind it the dining room and kitchen were also devoid of life. If nobody was downstairs, hopefully someone, anyone, would be upstairs. Spike bit his lip, and pressed a hand to his rapidly beating heart.
“R... Rarity?” He whimpered, taking the stairs two at a time. “Please be okay,” he whispered to himself, stomach turning at frightening memories of when she had been whisked away to a nightmare dreamscape. “Please be here.”
Reaching the second story, Spike looked back and forth down the hall. There weren't any monsters or anything from what he could see, but the hallway lights were all off and the windows were drawn, casting his surroundings in a dusky grey. Gulping, Spike tiptoed towards her bedroom door. Reaching it, he placed the side of his head against the wood.
No sound. If she had simply overslept, there would have been snoring- a fact that any other time would color Spike’s cheeks from pure adoration- but there was silence. He tentatively reached his claws to the knob, and pushed the door open.
The overhead light was on, and the curtains were drawn. Everything else was in its usual place, undisturbed. The bed was made perfectly, not a mar or wrinkle visible. Spike clicked the door closed behind him and stepped towards the closet.
His heartbeat pulsed in his head, and flashes of horrible nightmares passed through the vision of his mind’s eye. If she wasn't there, then where else could she be? Slowly his claws stretched out for the door, brain subconsciously compiling a checklist of things to assemble for a search party.
Grasping the knob, he pulled only to reveal a dark room with nothing in it but clothes and shoes.
“No,” he breathed, as he felt his body temperature drop considerably. His hands began to shake as his mind began to wander, and he tried frantically to blink away the tears. “No, no, no, this isn't good, where are you...?”
Suddenly the bedroom door itself clicked open, and Spike lurched his head turning around. She stepped in, thankfully, and the young dragon ran. His vision blurred from the tears, and he felt his body slam into hers as he tightly wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Rarity!” He cried.
“Sp-Spike???” She sounded an equal mix of shock and confusion, for reasons unknown to Spike that were about to make themselves very, painfully clear.
“I'm so glad you're here!” He exclaimed, resting his head on her soft, wet chest. “I knocked on the door but you didn't answer so I came in but I couldn't find you and I was worried you were gone because the nightmare forces took you away again and-”
It was at this moment that Spike registered that his arms, chest, stomach, and face were not touching fabric, but were in fact touching skin. He snapped his eyes open to see Rarity’s bare collarbones. He disentangled his limbs from around her body and took a step back, using all of the willpower in every single last scale not to glance down.
Time seemed to slow down to a stop for a brief moment as his peripheral vision filled in the blanks and allowed his mind to make a snap analysis of the situation.
She was completely naked.
And he had hugged her.
And all that he was wearing was shorts.
He swallowed as the gears in his brain began to return to normal speed. His heart beat so hard in his chest it felt like it was trying to tear a hole in his scales and run far far away from here to avoid the inevitable wrathful smite of Rarity’s unbridled fury.
“Well,” his brain reasoned. “If I’m going to die, at least I died witnessing beauty in its purest form.”
Slowly, time also returned to its normal speed. Rarity’s arms, previously tucked against her body so as to avoid entrapping the dragon against her nudity, moved to cross and cover her small yet ample breasts, as she took a step back and turned her lower body to the side.
“Wwwwwhhhhhaaaaattttt-” Rarity began to say in a slow and deep voice, that rapidly began to speed up and increase in pitch.
“aaaarrrreeee yyyooouuu ddooiinngg here so early in the morning!?” she practically screeched, starting to step behind the door.
Spike’s brain finally snapped into overdrive as he clasped his claws over his eyes and turned around.
“DEAR SWEET CELESTIA I AM SO SORRY!” he screamed.
“You know my schedule and how I specifically say never to be here between six o’clock and six thirty,” she scolded furiously. “I've told you on many occasions that I come out of the shower at that time on weekdays, and it takes me half an hour to meditate and choose my outfit for the day!” Her tone was angry, hurt, and worst of all, vulnerable. “I’m very disappointed in you!”
A short beat of silence rang in the air.
Spike fell to his knees and started sobbing.
‘Well, so ends the friendship of Spike and Rarity’ his internal monologue began. ‘It began with a spark that became an ember and grew to a roaring flame before it was eventually snuffed by the water bucket of accusations of perversion. Thus begins a new chapter in my life, one that begins with the scarlet letter of voyeurism. So long, Ponyville, and human society in general!’
He shuddered and gasped for air in between the sobs racking his chest and body. Sure he had always sort of wanted to see her in a state of undress, but in a romantic setting with mood lighting and rose petals and candles all around and soft music and an eight-pack after either a fancy wedding or saving her from gnolls. Not like this.
It would have been okay if he had only ever seen her with her clothes on for their entire lives as long as they were close friends. But alas, those days were long gone, scattered ashes on the wind by now.
Suddenly Rarity gasped. “THE TIME CHANGE!” she shrieked in realization.
In an instant she was at his side, reaching out both hands to comfort and console him. She hesitated when she realized she was still nude, but shook her head and hugged him from behind regardless. He'd already accidentally felt and seen her breasts so it wouldn't matter anyway, and he was in need of her touch.
“I'm so sorry, Spikey-Wikey,” she consoled with his old nickname, slipping her arms around his chest as his sobs began to cease. “I'm the one to blame here, not you. It was wrong of me to judge you and assume that your intentions were impure, and for that I apologize. This is entirely my fault for not thinking about daylight savings.”
Spike sniffled a few more times before he rested his arms over hers. “It's fine,” he croaked, stroking her hand in his own. “I should’ve thought that you hadn't set your clocks yet...”
“Shhhh,” she muttered. “I'm going to go put on a towel, but I’ll be right back, okay?”
He numbly nodded as she slipped her arms back out and walked away. His thoughts remained a miasma, remnants of sadness, fear, and guilt hanging in his mind as he caught his breath and wiped his eyes.
This wasn't the way today was supposed to go.
“I’m back,” Rarity cooed, stepping around Spike and settling down on her knees in front of him, leaning forward so she could better see his eyes. “You believe me that I’m not upset with you at all, now that I know the truth of the matter, right?”
He nodded again, refusing to make eye contact, furiously trying to erase the image that had been burned into his brain, tears of culpable anger pooling as his shorts tightened. He balled his hands into fists, feeling his claws dig into his scales.
“But you should be...” he said through gritted teeth. “I... I touched you. And then I looked at you. Even if it was an accident, I...” he took a slow and stilted breath. “I still fucked up.”
“Spike.” She scolded, stern. “Vulgarity aside, you did not... mess up.” She pulled herself up to her full height, or at least what she could from her knees, and placed her fists on her hips. “Your motivations behind the touch made sense given the context,” she lectured. “You were thankful that I was alive and well after believing I was imperiled. And as for looking at me, you can't exactly blame yourself since reptilian eyes are much the same as ours, and... if I’m being honest, it's flattering that you did, and I would be confused if you hadn't.”
He turned his face up to meet hers. She was gently smiling.
“But...” he pursed his lips and attempted to discreetly adjust his shorts.
“And you're an adolescent with a healthy sex drive, I’m not going to fault you for that.”
“!”
Rarity giggled. “It's okay, Spike,” she assuaged. “Arousal is perfectly natural and normal for someone your age. Especially when you have a strong emotional attachment to someone and see them nude for the first time.”
Spike rolled his jaw as she continued.
“I know that we’re... very good friends.” A slight twinge of something colored her voice. “Despite being almost a third of your age now over you. And I know that you value our relationship... as friends.”
“Right...” he muttered.
“But you shouldn't feel ashamed of your body reacting to the things you see. Why,” she turned her body to lay sideways across from him, holding her body up with an elbow. “You’re aware of a certain mutual friend of ours and her... sapphic proclivities.”
The mutual friend appeared in his mind as he nodded.
“Well,” Rarity reached out to place a hand over his. “She harbors sexual feelings for me, but I don’t let it bother me because we’re friends and she would never do anything untoward to me. I trust her, as much as I trust you.” She smiled at him. “And we have hugged while unclothed before without it being anything other than friendship.”
“That's different though,” Spike interjected. “You're both girls... and you're both humans. You two are used to seeing naked human girls all the time, even if it's yourselves. I'm...” he sighed. “I'm not.”
“Oh, Spike,” Rarity laughed. “Surely I'm not the first nude human woman you've seen...”
He didn't respond.
She stopped her laughter. “I'm not, right?”
Still no response.
Rarity sat back up, crossing her legs (but pressing the fabric down so as to still appear decent). “Spike, you've lived with Twilight for your entire life. Surely you've encountered her, say, fresh out of the bath at some point?”
He shook his head no before sitting fully down and pulling his knees in to his chest. “No,” he said. “Outside of anatomy diagrams in textbooks I’ve never seen... that.”
“Seriously?” Rarity asked, brows furrowing.
Spike shrugged. “Twi doesn't really...” he sighed. “Well, Twi’s real careful not to let anybody see her naked. As I’m sure you've noticed. Not that I’d really want to, she’s like my sister. Plus she gets real hung up about the seven draconic sins ever since the, uh... biggening incident.”
Rarity’s mind passed through her memories of Twilight’s intense gymnophobia and shuddered at the mention of Spike’s rampage. And then her curiosity was piqued.
“Draconic sins?”
Spike sighed. “Greed, gluttony, sloth, wrath, pride, envy... and lust.”
“Oh.”
“I'm not allowed to own too many things, eat too much food, sleep for too long, argue or yell or even hit my pillow when I'm upset, or pat myself on the back and fluff my ego for a job well done, and while Twilight does make sure I have everything I need and some things that I want, all ‘adult content’ is totally forbidden in case it'll trigger my draconic instincts. You're...” he exhaled through his nose, two thin trails of smoke exiting as well. “You're the first human I’ve seen naked, regardless of gender.”
Rarity gaped at this while Spike pulled himself up to his feet.
“So that's why she stopped carrying my romance novels...” Rarity shook her head and took Spike’s offered hand to pull herself up. “Do you ever...” she glanced to either side before leaning in. “Do you ever pleasure yourself?”
Spike cocked a brow ridge in confusion. “I hang out with you, and read comic books, and eat gems and stuff. Doing those are all pleasurable. I'm not a prisoner.”
Rarity fought the urge to slap herself in the forehead. “Have you ever even masturbated?”
Spike snorted, face red, and began rapidly blinking. “Rarity!” he cried, covering his face with his hands. “I, I, I, why would- I mean, why... huh?”
Rarity’s brain started typing up the earful she had half a mind to give to Twilight, but the other half of her mind was frantically trying to pull the first half away from the typewriter. The first half hissed and slashed her claws at the other half before typing away. She decided to leave it well enough alone.
“Why would you ask me something like that?” He finally asked, putting actual words together into a coherent sentence.
Rarity sighed as she contemplated what she was about to do. On one hand it might royally fuck up their friendship irreparably as well as potentially wreck her relationship with Twilight. On the other hand...
“Darling, have you ever even achieved orgasm before?”
Spike promptly died.
A force more powerful than the Creator herself reached down and resuscitated him in an instant, and he woke up feeling like he had passed out from thinking he heard what he thought he heard.
“Spike?”
“...mommy?”
Rarity nervously laughed. “No, I don't think so.”
He rubbed at his eyes before standing up. Luckily he had fallen backwards onto the bed rather than the floor, a fact which he was grateful for. He glanced around the room before his eyes settled on Rarity’s.
“Sorry, I don't know what happened there. I had a weird dream where you asked me if I’d ever...”
“...achieved orgasm?”
Spike died again.
This cycle repeated itself two more times before he finally heard the phrase without experiencing the mildly chilly handshake of temporary death.
“Uh...” he started to sweat profusely. “...no?”
Rarity covered her mouth with one hand as she made up her mind. Worst case scenario and he was uncomfortable, she’d pass it off as a tasteless joke in response to him accidentally rubbing his face on her breast, then apologize because it was a tad bit cruel. But the best case scenario...
“Spike, I have a proposition for you.”
He sat down expectantly, like a puppy looking up at its master wondering what trick she wants him to do in order to get a treat.
Rarity nervously fidgeted with the knot that held her towel in place as she contemplated how best to voice what she intended to say. Running through a half dozen terrible ideas, she eventually shrugged and went with one that would make Rainbow Dash proud.
She undid the towel.
Spike’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull as he maintained direct eye contact with the woman he had loved from a distance for several years, now having seen her naked twice within ten minutes, neither time having been expected nor of his own accord.
“Uuuhhh...”
“I know you're probably confused,” she said. “But hear me out.”
“Confused is... not the right word for it.”
“Well, regardless. Would you mind telling me what your biggest anxiety is at the moment?”
Rivulets coated the dragon’s purple scales. “Uh. That I turn into a giant rampaging monster and set fire to half of Ponyville like Twilight says I might...” at her look he continued. “And my second biggest one is pretty freakin’ obvious.”
It was indeed obvious, if the growing bulge in his pants was anything to go off of.
“What exactly are you worried about?”
Spike turned to look across the room, eyes rapidly darting everywhere but his crush. He was gripping the bedsheets while pulling his hips back, and was nearly hyperventilating. “Making you feel weird!” He finally shouted, shaking again. “I don't wanna lose you as a friend because you can see how I feel about you physically!”
Rarity closed her eyes and nodded, her long held suspicions confirmed. He was hot for her but didn't want to throw their friendship away by letting her know that. She grinned at this.
“Spike, this won't make us stop being friends. I have many clients who develop erections when I work their clothing, and so long as they don't say anything about it it doesn't bother me. Except the difference here is that we’re friends, and very close friends at that, and...” she took a deep breath. Now or never.
“And if you did say or even do something about it, that wouldn't change anything because I know you care about more than just my body.”
Spike ruffled his forehead scales together before turning back to face her again, finding nothing but honest sincerity.
“So...” he asked before he cleared his threat and continued. “You mean, like. You're not mad?”
Rarity laughed. “Mad?” she asked. “Why would I be mad? A handsome dragon finds my form to be pleasing enough to the eye that he's aroused, and very well-endowed from what I can see.”
“But...” he replied as he scratched at his head ridges. “I don't get it.”
“What's not to get?”
He shrugged. “I don't know, I mean... I thought that nudity and stuff was this big huge thing.”
She gave him a suggestive look, turning his cheeks red.
“Oh my gosh... that's not what I- I mean, I just... I thought it was a thing for romantic couples who get married and stuff. I thought friends didn't do that kind of thing?”
Rarity bit her lip. Should she tell him?
...yeah, it would probably be fine.
“Well, for many that is the case,” she answered cautiously. “But for others... myself included... as long as the proper precautions are made, friends can initiate in activities involving nudity and sex with each other, so long as all parties involved consent, even or especially if arousal is a factor, entirely separate from a small desire to eventually marry into royalty.”
Spike pursed what would have been his lips if he had any.
“So, like...” he contemplated what she said for a few moments before putting together what he thought he was hearing. “You're okay with sex and nudity with your friends if they're okay with it?”
She nodded in affirmation.
“...huh.” He leaned back onto the bed and pondered this as Rarity laid down next to him.
“So does that rock the foundation of how you feel about me?” She asked with a teasing wink.
Spike shrugged his shoulders as best as he could. “I mean, not really... I’m just surprised. And if I had known that five minutes ago I wouldn't have felt as much like shit about...” he looked up and pointed at his dragonhood, prompting her to giggle.
The two shared in laughter for a minute as they both looked up at the bed’s canopy.
“So uh...” Spike asked. “So you don't mind if... if I look at you?”
She leaned forward, pulling her knees up and around so that she was facing him. “If you had asked me before this morning, I probably would have refused... and possibly slapped you. But. Things are different because, well, you already have, so there's no real air of mystery anymore. And also I now know that I’m the first actual nude human body you’ve seen, so am I wrong in assuming that some aesthetic curiosity is a factor?”
“...not really.”
“Splendid. I also know now that you're a virgin in so many ways, and can't imagine having gone through my teenage years without my... toys. Now that I know, I can't let you leave today without knowing the joy of an orgasm. And the reason I’m doing this is because we’re friends and I care about you. Do you understand that?”
Spike searched her eyes for any trace of a lie, and could find absolutely none.
“Yeah... just one question.”
“Hm?”
“What does having an orgasm have to do with toys?”
Rarity burst out laughing, and Spike felt his eyes draw to her chest. But only because of curiosity about the fluid dynamics of breast tissue and okay yeah he was totally checking her out now that she said it was fine. He squinted his eyes.
“Oh Spike, I... I’m talking about sex toys, darling. I don't mean- are you staring at my breasts?”
“NO!” he cried, snapping his eyes to hers.
She looked down at his hips and back up again before smirking evilly. “I can tell that you're lying.”
Spike covered his eyes, face red. “Okay it's not my fault, I've just never seen them before and I didn't know that's what they look like when a girl laughs.”
Rarity’s smirk faded. “Oh, Spike... how much do you know about the female body?”
He shrugged. “I know the biology.”
“...dear Celestia.” She sat up, resolute. “Spike, would you like to have sex with me right now?”
The dragon sat up and regarded her as if she had just decried fashion as a worthwhile pursuit.
He started laughing nervously. “Good one...”
“I'm being completely serious. You’re eighteen now, I’m already nude, your penis is clearly ready for use, we’re already on the bed, we’re good friends and I trust that things won’t end up awkward between us or anything, there's no chance of impregnation or sexually transmitted infections on account of our biology and your virginity, and you've never even masturbated before... if you would like to have sex with me, I would be more than willing to reciprocate.”
Spike did not die again, but his heart did stop for a moment and he didn't breathe for two as he processed what she had just said.
“Uh...”
“If you don't then we don't have to, all I’m saying is that-”
“Absofuckinglutely!” He cried, cutting off her backpedal.
Rarity beamed at him. “Wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Would you like to take charge or would you like me to?”
“Uh...”
“Alright, I will. That's probably the obvious choice as I’ve had much more experience than you. Well, not that much more, but a fair amount. At least some. I'm talking too much, I’m just a bit giddy and ~exciiiiited~ about this.”
“Really?”
Rarity slid her thigh over Spike’s stomach so she was straddling him. A light trickle of moisture on his belly brought a light of recognition to the young dragon.
“Just a little bit,” she understated. “If I’m being completely honest I've always appreciated your aesthetic attractiveness after you finished puberty.”
“Molt.”
“Either way.” She placed her hands on his chest as she slowly moved her pelvis up and down his body, the scales on his abs providing small bumps on which to stimulate with. “You're a vEry handsome young man with very defined mUscles, and I’m very grAteful that you're a reptile and don't particulArly care for shirts.”
“Really?” He asked, resting his hands on her thighs, dick twitching at each lilt in her voice. “I... honestly didn't think you thought that. In my mind I thought all you saw me as was a little kid.”
“That definitely was my thought of you once upon a time. I thought your little infatuation with me was adorable. But eventually as your feelings for me grew, so too did mine. Which reminds me, I can see you giving my breasts plenty of glances... you're welcome to touch them if you'd like.”
“Oh... uh... okay.”
“Just please don't use your claws,” she quickly added. “Not only am I very sensitive on the nipple, but I would prefer not to bleed.”
“I think I can do that,” he muttered, slowly moving his hands up her thighs, resting at her stomach. “Is this really happening?”
She leaned forward to kiss his nose. “Does that answer your question?”
A dreamy grin crossed Spike’s face as his hands absentmindedly moved themselves up higher. They eventually found their supple targets, and he cupped them to his palms. They were more firm than he had expected, but they were still squishy. They were also a bit smaller in his hands than he had expected. He of course didn't say this out loud.
“Yes, actually, you did.”
“...shit.”
“It's okay, darling, I know I’m no Pinkie Pie,” she said, mind wandering to the girl whose dresses needed plenty of room in the chest area. She certainly wasn't jealous at all, nope, not one bit. “That's why I wear padded brassieres when I can.”
“You're still beautiful,” he said, gently rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “And don't get me wrong, they feel really cool, and nice... I just don't know what I expected, really.”
“That's all right,” she breathed, moving a little bit faster now, Spike’s entire stomach slick now with her juices. She placed a hand behind her on his hip, for stability, and the other rested on his forearm. “You haven't even seen breasts before, let alone felt them... and thank you.”
“Of course, Rare,” he said. “Even if they were, like, the size of Rainbow Dash’s, I’m sure I’d still love them.”
Rarity gave him a dopey grin as she rolled her head back and closed her eyes. “If you dOn’t mind, darling, could yOu please keep doing that with your fiNgers? I'm getting close... your scales feel qUite nice on my pEarl!”
Spike was torn between moving one hand down to stroke his crying member and continuing to make Rarity make those noises. He resolved to go for the latter, and simply moved his own hips in rhythm to hers. There was just barely enough friction inside his shorts to move the fabric against the tip, so it wasn't a total loss, plus it brought a smile to his one face to know that he was directly responsible for pleasuring not only the most beautiful woman in Equestria, but his best friend.
“I don't mean to leave you in the dust, darling, I hope you know,” she began panting between breaths, voice now changing in pitch to his fingers as well. “But I haven't had sex with another person in several months, and frankly I was getting tired of manually stimulating myself while working around my manicure.”
“It's okay,” Spike said. “This is actually really hot.”
“Is it?” Rarity breathed. She was getting close. “I'm glad. This is, really, good for, me too...” each word came between breaths that increased in pitch with each passing moment. She was absolutely sliding across Spike’s abs now, gripping his pelvic bone as if it were tethering her to the ground.
“If I, wasn't, almost, there... I would, ask if, you would, ooohhh Celestiaaa...”
“I could probably do something else for you.”
“No no, no need, no time, don't stop, harder...”
Spike took his forefingers and began kneading her nipples between them and his thumbs. It was a little more difficult to do so as they were hardening, but he would appease his proverbial princess. His eyes glazed over as he looked down at his belly, wet with her nectar, and the small tuft of royal purple over its source.
So that’s what she looks like down there.
“Uuuhhh, fuck,” she whimpered, furiously pumping across his scales. “I've... almost... got it...”
Spike didn't know what exactly drove him to do so, but he pinched his fingers together on her areoli, and at that moment Rarity’s voice hitched, and her thighs began to violently shake. She shrieked in pleasure before leaning back onto his knees and settling her womanhood onto his lower stomach. She brought her free hand to her clit and began stroking it with her middle finger, her shuddering gasps slowly morphing into mewling before finally stopping, leaving her just breathing heavily.
This was unwittingly giving Spike a full view into her vulva, and this time he was legitimately studying it as a scholar. Sure, he had seen diagrams of the vagina in biology textbooks but no textbook could ever compare to the real thing. That’s the major point where he and Twilight differed.
“So that's what a female orgasm looks like.”
Rarity gave a weak chuckle at that before she leaned forward and rested her head on Spike’s shoulder. “I'm going to let you have a turn now,” she breathed. “Surely you know how?”
“It can't be that hard, Zecora,” he teased.
“Ha... if you want to touch me, that’s fine. I just need a minute to rest.”
Spike smiled and kissed her forehead. “Sure,” he said, gently wrapping his arms around her spent body. “Let me just set you down on the bed so I can get my shorts off.”
Rarity merely hummed in response as he did so. He placed her onto the bedspread in a supine position. Her arms automatically reached up, stretching the muscles in the most erotic fashion possible.
“Wanna watch?” he asked.
She turned her head slightly so she was able to see, and ensuring he was in her view, Spike began to undo his clothing. It took more effort than normal as it was a lot tighter than it had been when he had put it on, but the button came free. He pulled down the zipper as the throbbing purple mass of flesh came into view. An idea came to the dragon, and he turned around.
Rarity gave a wordless whine at this, but upon seeing that she had an unobstructed view of his firm... assets... she put a stop to that. He managed to get the waistband down around the sizeable mass, which sent his package bobbling. He had to stifle a snicker at the sight as he stepped out.
‘So I’m naked in Rarity’s bedroom... never thought I'd see the day.’
“Well...” he said, looking over his shoulder. He lost his train of thought for a moment as he saw she was stroking at her slit again but managed to get it back on the rails. “I'm not really impressive to look at by dragon standards or anything, but...” he turned around, and Rarity audibly gasped.
“Oh my...” she murmured.
“Eheh...” Spike rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know, barely even nine inches...”
“Barely???” She asked, eyes rooted to his shaft. “Spike, you're enormous!”
He blushed furiously. “Don't make fun of me...”
“Make fun of you? I'm absolutely serious, Spike, I’ve only ever seen anything that size in... ah...” she moved to her knees, starstruck. “You’ll forgive a lady for viewing pornography on occasion?”
Spike shrugged, looking away from her eyes locking onto his now-throbbing dick which was absolutely enjoying the attention. “I mean, I didn't think you would have, but I’m not gonna judge you for it...”
Rarity turned her eyes to the dragon’s own and moved to step off the bed. “I appreciate that, I really do, but I don't have the mind to think about that at the moment.” She licked her lips. “I'm sure you can probably guess what I’m about to ask.”
His silence spoke volumes.
“Wow, you really are a virgin... okay, let me explain something. Are you aware of the different methods of intercourse?”
He shrugged. “Genital, anal, oral, I know that stuff exists. Why do you-” his face blanched. “You, uh... you don't mean...?”
Rarity placed her hands on either side of his hips before falling to her knees, coming eye level to his dragonhood. She looked up at him then smiled and winked.
“A-are you sure y-you wanna... eh?”
She slowly nodded before slowly exhaling on the head. It twitched in response. “I may be a lady, Spike,” she said. “But even a lady wouldn't say no to a cock as nice as yours is...” and with that, she turned her head to the side and placed her tongue at the base of his shaft.
“WHOA!” Spike shouted, knee buckling for a moment. “What the fuck, THAT’S what that feels like!?”
Rarity giggled. “This is going to be fun...”
And with that, she returned her tongue to its previous position, and slowly drew it up from base to tip. A rush of ice thrashed through his body, sending the sensation of goosebumps all the way up and down the back of his neck and his arms. Which was especially impressive considering that was physically impossible.
Spike, unsure of what to do with his hands, simply placed them over Rarity’s gripping his pelvic bone. He rubbed his thumbs over hers as she repeated the process, attacking a different angle each time. Each one sent another spark up his spine, and his belly began to churn in the best possible way.
Rarity hummed, giggling lightly.
“Spikey, I must say you taste better than most human’s penises.” She momentarily stopped speaking as she moved her lips over his head, pulling the entire head in before slowly pulling back out, as if it were a giant grape popsicle. “I haven't tasted that many, mind you, but this is by far the best-”
“Rare,” Spike breathed. “I know you like flattery, but I gotta tell ya... I don't like what comes out of your mouth as much as what comes inside of it.”
Rarity playfully glared at him as she licked the base again before going in, rubbing the inside of her cheek over his base before pulling back again in the same slow, seductive manner. “A dual pun, hmmm?” She winked. “Don't worry baby, I’ll take care of you...”
And with that she took one hand to grab most of her hair, pulling it back. The other she grabbed midway down his shaft, positioning it at the optimum angle. With painful though thankfully minimal hesitation, she slowly fit as much of his rock-solid member into her mouth as she could.
She tilted her jaw forward and backwards, stroked the bottom with her tongue, massaged the top with her lip. A veritable smorgasbord of pleasure filled Spike’s body with hot electricity that built rapidly in a crescendo. Unfortunately, she could only get about halfway down before pulling back. Luckily for Spike she repeated all the motions as before, and the young dragon felt himself approaching the event horizon for climax.
“Rare...” he whimpered, moving his hands to the back of her head. “I'm gonna...”
“Mmhmm,” Rarity hummed, looking up to his eyes, silently pleading to not stop for the sweet love of Celestia. “Mmhmm mmhmm,” she repeated, moving slowly further down with each stroke. “Mmmmhmmmm...”
“Fuck... fuckfuckfuck...” Spike resisted the urge to just grab her hair and take charge. One mustn't skullfuck a respectable lady, at least until he had bought her three nice fancy meals, after all.
Rarity slowly began to jack off his lower half, alternating between deliberate and quick motions depending on whether her tongue was pulling or pushing. Each time she went down she tried to go a little further, until she could feel his tip tickle the back of her throat. One there, she steeled her resolve and let go of her hair, reaching around and grabbing his ass for better leverage.
“I'm...” Spike grunted, gently stroking her temples with his thumbs.
Rarity ceased jerking and went forward, opening her throat as wide as she could. Her tongue slid forward allowing easier passage, and felt him twitch against what may have been her tonsils. Not satisfied, she went a little further forward, only to be stopped.
“Gonna...” Spike cracked an eye open only to see Rarity wink at him before closing her eyes.
Rarity swallowed his tip, pulling it just slightly into her throat. She stopped for exactly long enough to torture her charge, before pulling out and repeating the action slightly faster. And again. And again. And again.
Spike’s hamstring shuddered and his eyes shot open as he realized he had arrived.
“...cum,” he breathed, eyes glazing over as he stared at the ceiling.
Rarity wondered why he’d frozen as she continued to pull him in and out. For a very brief moment she thought maybe he had dry cum- a rare phenomenon she’d never encountered before- and pulled her mouth off to gauge his reaction. No response.
She was about to say his name when her eyes instinctively screwed shut as a single stream of hot ivory spunk decorated her face.
Temporarily blind, she let go and felt her way to the ground, sitting down and crossing her legs, and waited for Spike to return to this plane of existence.
It... was gonna take a while.
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