An Evening Alone
Spike’s adulthood had treated him fairly well so far, sure he was growing as slow as ever, but he was at least slightly taller than when he was a teen. Which meant that when he stomped back and forth, head down and eyes glaring at the ground, he hardly had the body weight to really stomp as much as he'd like. With little output for his frustrations he continued to pace, groan and grumble silently to himself while occasionally shooting a glance over at the corner of the room where a familiar doll stood on a table
The doll itself was in the likeness of his longtime girlfriend Rarity who despite the fact that she was just two floors below him, in the very same building, was completely occupied by her task, leaving the pent up dragon to pace alone. He stopped and let his gaze really linger on the doll, finding his eyes glued to the replica of Rarity. Sure it wasn't quite perfect, the eyes were slightly off, and the mane was a little stiff, and it may have been slightly smaller than Rarity herself, but other than that it was just about perfect. Only a small gem inlaid into its back gave a hint to its true purpose as an object from which the young drake could alleviate his pent up frustrations into, provided Rarity found enough time to help him in that regard.
Still, despite his frustrations he couldn't truly bemoan Rarity for her busyness as she had gotten quite a load of important commissions in addition to the rather large, and very important fashion show that was coming up. With all that weighing down on the mare’s shoulder Spike couldn't really blame her for spending all her time in her studio working. That being said, all the logic in the world wouldn't help with the fact that he was in the dragon equivalent of heat.
His body twitched, a heat burned deep in his chest, and he constantly found his thoughts going back to Rarity and all the naughty things they had gotten up to over the years. Though they had yet to become married, the pair had become quite intimate with one another, exploring each other’s bodies thoroughly night after night for several years. Their periods of intense, heatlike desire never seemed to line up perfectly, meaning at least one of them was left wanting, and unfortunately for Spike, it seemed like it was his turn to be left in the lurch.
The dragon growled despite his best efforts to keep his lust in check, his clawed hands squeezing tightly into fists. “Augh, come on Rarity, I need a little help here.”
After several seconds of silence, he sighed and continued to pace, reasoning that Rarity simply didn't have the time to help him with his urges quite yet. Which again, made sense as few designers had ever managed to work for the crown in any official capacity. Spike remembered vividly how excited Rarity had gotten when both Celestia and Luna requested a dress for the next Gala, an honor given out so infrequently that those who did were often referred to as the gilded.
Another pained sigh slipped past his lips, and Spike forced himself to relax, the dragon glaring down at his erect cocks in contempt. “You just couldn't wait another few minutes could you?” He asked his anatomy, which simply hung there, throbbing needfully.
In this manner, adulthood had treated him quite well indeed, as Spike was as large as the average stallion in this regard, and had slightly more girth when he put both of his dicks together. Something Rarity never ceased to love, the mare constantly telling the young dragon just how good it felt to have both of his long, thick cocks inside of her tender love canal.
Spike could almost hear it now, Rarity would be crying out in pleasure, all but screaming her joy to the heavens as Spike’s clawed fingers gripped her flanks, his hips slammed forward over and over. The fashionista was a noisy lover, and never hesitated to give voice to her pleasure, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, had she not also placed a sound dampener enchantment on their room that is.
The dragon snorted, his breathe growing hot as his imagination ran away with his body, conjuring images of the unicorn’s pert posterior pushing back against him. Rarity was not the most athletic, but the few exercises she always remembered to do ensured that her body had a nice amount of toning to it, leaving her flanks tight, yet large, supple, yet with enough resistance to not be considered fat. It was the absolute perfect middle ground in Spike’s mind, as it meant that it felt amazing for both of them, without compromising the mare’s health in any meaningful way.
Spike blinked, realizing what he was doing and took his hand off his dicks. “Not again.” He remarked with a sigh, looking down at his cocks with disdain. “Why couldn't I have been born a minotaur or something? I heard they don't have to deal with this stuff at all.”
Sighing to himself, the dragon continued pacing, placing his hands at his side and far away from his twitching erections. “Well at least it's not as bad as Rarity when she gets like this.”
Spike grinned, his mind instantly conjuring up memories of all the times Rarity had gone through her heat cycle. She was ravenous in the extreme, and rode Spike until he couldn't feel his legs, only to keep going even after that. They knew the chances of having a hybrid kid were incredibly unlikely, so they had all but abandoned condoms years ago, adding another extra layer of sensation that made the act feel that much more pleasurable. And that was without even mentioning the fact that he was allowed to cum directly inside her as much as he wanted when she was on her heat cycle.
A clawed hand slapped himself across the face, dismissing the thoughts and forcing himself back to the here and now. Jacking off would do little to satiate his desires, with Rarity being the only thing he knew of that would alleviate the heat enough to at least let him think straight, for a while anyway.
Just as he was about to turn and begin pacing once more, the doll twitched, bringing his attention back to the stuffed Rarity doll. Excitement instantly bloomed across his features and he sprinted over to the doll, eagerly waiting to see if his mind was deceiving him or if this truly was it. The doll twitched a second time, and then a third, before it's limbs lifted one after another, it's puppeteer having established her control over the object.
“Rarity!” Spike yelled, throwing up his hands in delight. “You finally managed to get a break!”
The doll turned and nodded at the drake. “That I did darling.” It spoke, it's voice reverberating slightly, having been translated through the gem, though it hadn't changed so much as to no longer sound like the mare who now controlled it.
“Thank the stars, I thought I was going to burn up without you!” Spike exclaimed, the dragon placing his hands on his hips and grinning down at the doll.
“Oh you know very well that is not going to happen.” Rarity quipped back.
“Yeah well, it sure feels like it sometimes.” Spike replied with a smirk.
“I am sorry for not finding time sooner but I’m afraid I had a bit of a brainwave with Luna’s dress and simply had to finish it before I divided my attention.” Rarity exclaimed.
Spike nodded. “It's okay Rarity, I know your busy. How does it feel? Does the connector gem work alright?”
“It works wonderfully.” Rarity began, the doll sitting down on the table and looking up at Spike. “I’m amazed you managed to get Twilight to make this for you.”
The dragon blushed, giggling nervously. “I may have called in a favor and well, you know how Twilight gets once you put a puzzle in front of her.”
The doll laughed aloud, the soft sound of Rarity’s laughter easing the ache in Spike’s heart. “Too true my dear, and I’m sure she's already thought up a thousand other uses for such a thing other than helping her adopted son with his, little urges.”
Spike’s blush grew three sizes, and he shook his head, dismissing the embarrassment that clung to his mind. Thrusting out his pelvis, the dragon smirked. “Would you call these, a little problem?” He asked, subtly pointing to his junk.
The doll chuckled, a hoof covering it's unmoving mouth. “Oh I wouldn't call that little by any definition, Spikey Wikey.”
The use of the old pet name made the red return to Spike’s cheeks and his some of his bravado blew away, removed by Rarity’s teasing. He tried to hide his growing arousal, or the way that he enjoyed such teasing, but Rarity was more then able to tell what was happening even while dividing her attention between puppetting the doll and her own work.
“Now then.” The doll announced before hopping off the desk and circling the drake. “Let us take a look at the problem, shall we?”
The Rarity doll slowly circled the dragon, poking and prodding his body all while eying him up and down, as if judging just how pent up he was from how tense his muscles were. The doll’s hoof was surprisingly firm, meaning that when it paused and gently ran the limb down Spike’s dual cocks the dragon couldn't help but shiver in delight.
“So naughty, and so horny.” The Rarity doll commented, before continuing to circle him.
She reached out and gave his ass a firm pat as she passed it, noting that he seemed to clench up instinctively, giving Rarity a show of his surprisingly firm, and delicious ass. Chuckling to herself, the Rarity doll stopped behind the dragon before reaching around him with her hooves, her head resting against the crook of his neck.
“Your so horny baby, you werent getting started without me were you?” Rarity teased, her hooves gently caressing Spike’s shafts and teasing out a few droplets of precum from his dual cocks.
“I may have touched them a little bit.” Spike whispered. “It's just I was thinking about you when your in heat, and just how loud you get, and I couldn't resist touching them a little.”
Rarity giggled as she gripped the dragon’s topmost cock in her doll hooves, pumping it softly and earning a small, half whispered moan from the dragon. “I think I will forgive you this time, but remember, you are mine.” The doll emphasized the last three words by whispering them directly into the dragon’s ear, causing a jolt of pleasure to course through him.
The teasing, the caressing, the subtle, yet kind domination, it was all too much for the young dragon and he gripped one of the doll’s hooves tightly, stopping it mid pump. “P-please.” He begged.
“Please what?” Rarity replied, continuing to pump the dragon’s shaft despite him.
“Please can you help get me off, lady Rarity?” Spike whispered back, laying the charm on thick during the last two words, knowing full well how much his significant other enjoyed hearing those words.
“Oh I will, I just want a little more practice with this doll as I sew this dress.” Rarity commented, brushing his claw from the doll’s hoof and continuing to alternate in pumping his shafts.
Spike grunted, his eyes closing tightly as he felt Rarity continue to work away at him, uncaring to his own building lust, or perhaps more dastardly, actively enjoying this fact. It was a less then hidden fact that Spike enjoyed the way she dominated him, something the fashionista enjoyed as well. The doll continued to tease him by pressing it's weight against his back, by pumping his cocks and grinding it's body against his scales.
The result was an almost all consuming lust that burned deep in the dragon’s heart, making him want nothing more then to fuck the unicorn over and over until she begged him to stop or he ran out of cum. An urge he knew he wasn't allowed to indulge him, leaving the desperate dragon with little to do but take it and try to enjoy the tender treatment of Rarity’s surprisingly soft doll hooves.
This continued for several minutes, until the doll suddenly leaned forward and pressed her mouth next to Spike’s ear. “Are you ready darling?” She whispered hotly.
“Yes lady Rarity.” Spike replied, the young dragon barely able to hold back his desire.
“Stay right there mister.” Rarity commanded as the doll finished it's circuit around Spike and looking up at him with a smirk. “But first darling, you must tell me if that felt good. I want to make sure you are enjoying yourself after all.”
“It felt very nice Rarity.” Spike blurted out. “The doll’s hooves are surprisingly soft and feel really, really nice. Even if they are a little shorter than yours.”
The doll giggled, extending a limb and looking down at it. “Yes, they are rather short aren't they? I could hardly even reach the tip of your cock.”
Spike blushed and nodded. “It still felt good though.”
“Though not nearly as good as what's coming next, my little Spikey Wikey.” Rarity whispered, the doll making a show of slowly turning around.
And exposing a surprisingly well detailed hole that almost perfectly replicated the look of Rarity’s marehood. From the soft exposed hood of the doll’s clit, to the round, puffy lips that drew Spike’s eye inwards, it was all there. It looked so realistic that the dragon found himself unable to look away, his gaze wandering up and down the slit, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Yet there was none, it was a perfect representation of a mare’s pussy, but more then that it was distinctly Rarity’s.
Spike had spent enough hours between the mare’s legs to know exactly what it looked like after all and it was all there. Rarity’s lips were a little puffier, her pussy a little wider, and her clit just large enough for Spike to suck on. Though he was tempted to do just that he knew that it would be a wasted effort on the doll, he also knew that wouldn't exactly help the white hot desire coursing through his veins at this very moment.
“M-may I? Lady Rarity?” He asked, taking a nervous step forward, his hands reaching for the doll’s behind, and remaining just out of reach, waiting patiently for Rarity’s response before he gripped the doll.
“Tell me first darling, do you like the view? Does it remind you of someone, hmm?” Rarity asked, giving the doll’s butt a shake, and causing the object’s long tail to briefly hide it's privates.
“Y-yes lady Rarity, it is a perfect replica.” Spike replied, his fingers twitching, and desperate to grab the doll.
“It is, isn't it? I’m surprised I managed it.” The doll gave it's butt one last wiggle. “I suppose if you like it so much, I suppose I shouldn't keep it from you for much longer, you may use this doll to fulfill your desires Spikey Wikey, but you must also do so at my direction. Understood?”
“Y-yes Rarity.” Spike answered instantly.
“First you must sink yourself into the doll, do so slowly, deliberately, I want you to get a good judge of how it feels.” Rarity exclaimed before raising the doll’s tail out of the way.
Spike did exactly as he was told, gripping the doll’s butt in both hands before slowly pushing himself forward, the tips of his cocks slipping inside the surprisingly stretchy yet tight hole. Though it did not have the same slickness as Rarity’s pussy, it was as perfectly inviting as hers while also feeling surprisingly good. Inch after inch slid slowly inside, with the dragon having to put all his will power into resisting the urge to simply throw Rarity’s command to the wind and bury himself in it. He distracted himself by paying close attention to just how surprisingly good it felt to fell the fake pussy stretch around his cocks, the hole only just barely able to contain both of his throbbing lengths with ease.
His breathing grew strained and he grit his teeth, holding back a tidal wave of lust that threatened to overwhelm his senses completely. His desire to follow Rarity’s orders and do as she said won out in the end, and he forced himself to continue to push himself slowly into the hole. Nearly a minute later, and he could feel his cocks slip so deep inside the stuffed doll that he could almost feel his lengths through the fabric of the doll.
At last, he felt the last few throbbing inches of cock slip deep enough to disappear completely into the toy, leaving his crotch flush with the toy’s ass. With a sigh he looked up, waiting patiently for Rarity’s next words to come, and hopefully give him permission to do what he so desired.
Seconds passed, and just when Spike was beginning to grow frustrated, the doll’s head turned to him. “Oh, your done already are you? Well then I suppose you can start moving your hips, slowly at first, I simply must know if there are any areas for improvement with our little creation.” Rarity announced, before the doll turned back around, ignoring his presence utterly.
“Yes Rarity!” Spike exclaimed happily, overjoyed to simply be allowed to move at last.
The dragon’s hips began to move in the same, deliberately slow motion that Rarity liked to see from him when they first started to make love. At first it was to allow Rarity’s pussy to stretch and get used to his dual lengths but now, It was merely to draw out the moment, to allow them to get closer and indulge in one another’s body and passion.
The doll did none of this, and needed no time to adjust, it's body being inanimate and it's lips unmoving. Still, it was close enough to what Rarity liked that if Spike closed his eyes he could almost imagine it was her that he was balls deep inside of, rather than a simple doll.
His thrusts grew slowly, along with his moans of pleasure, the short, deliberate thrusts growing faster by the second. He very nearly threw caution to the wind once more, but the knowledge that Rarity would be disappointed was enough to hold that back. For now he simply kept his eyes closed and imagined it was Rarity that he was fucking.
Just as his thrusts were beginning to grow to the point that he had reached a steady, natural pace, the doll turned back around. “Keep it slow dear.” It commanded. “And while your at it, tell me how it feels.”
“It feels -unf- good. Tight, but not too tight.” Spike muttered through clenched teeth, his thrusts never stopping, and only slowing somewhat. “It stretches really nicely, and it's just deep enough that I can fit both of my dicks -unf- inside without issue.”
The Rarity doll nodded approvingly, unbothered by the way Spike continued to fuck it. “I see, and how does the material itself feel? Lifelike? Is there any chaffing?”
“N-no lady Rarity.” Spike replied, stopping for a moment to let out a deep groan of pleasure. “It feels nice, though it could be a little softer though.”
“Oh really? Hmm, I will remember that for when I make adjustments.” The Rarity doll muttered before turning back around and clearing it's throat. “Oh and feel free to squeeze it's flanks a little tighter, I made sure to add an extra layer of scratch resistant material so your claws shouldn't be able to pierce it.”
Spike shuddered in pleasure and squeezed down a little harder on the flanks of the doll, noting the fact that he could feel the small hidden gel like packages that Rarity sewed inside the doll in order to better replicate her own squishy flanks. Though not perfect, with Spike’s eyes closed and his mind conjuring images of Rarity, it was good enough to make another shudder of pleasure to course through him.
Throughout it all the Rarity doll occasionally glanced over at him, commenting about his progress, or telling him to speed up or slow down, something Spike did eagerly, follow Rarity’s commands to the letter. “Well done darling.” The doll commended. “You are being such a good boy tonight.”
“Thank you Rarity.” Spike muttered between grunts, keeping his pace slow and his grip tight. “It feels really good.”
“Excellent, I will have to inform Twilight that her idea was a massive success.” The Rarity doll seemed to ponder something a moment, before it's eyes turned back to Spike and looked up at him. “One last thing before we really get into it darling, tell me just how it feels for me to control you just as easily as I control this doll.”
Spike shuddered, his thrusts slowing for a moment as he was shocked out of his routine. “It feels really good, lady Rarity. I love being yours.”
The doll giggled excitedly, reminding Spike of the way Rarity laughed when she was eager to do something, but had to restrain herself. “Well then darling, I suppose I could allow you to go a little faster, after all you've been nothing but a perfect and obedient little boy.”
“How fast can I go Rarity?” Spike asked nervously, not wanting to break any of Rarity’s commands.
“I will tell you when to stop.” Rarity announced before turning the doll’s head back around and spreading it's back legs wide, allowing Spike a little more room to move and just enough of a handhold to ensure he could go as fast as he desired.
Something he eagerly indulged in, the wave of lust that had been surging just beneath his skin all but boiling over the minute he allowed himself to start moving faster. His thrusts went from the slow, almost monotonous pace to breakneck in nearly a second, with the only thing holding him back from going all out being the fact that he didn't want Rarity to make him stop.
The doll said nothing, but he did notice that it was beginning to move back against him, reacting to his thrusts and pushing itself back at just the right time. With the unspoken command received, Spike went a little faster, eager to push his luck as far as he could. “Thats fast enough darling, now make sure to enjoy this as much as you like, you earned it after all.”
“T-thank you.” Spike stuttered, his need getting the better of him.
Through grit teeth he moaned, his hips pounding viciously into the doll’s hole as he continued to grip it's side’s tightly. Between just how soft it was, and how pliant and pleasurable it's pussy felt, Spike very nearly thought it was real. It's flanks had the almost exact same resistance as Rarity’s flanks did, and it thrusted back like Rarity did, the mare loving the sensation of being filled utterly by dragon cock. The only thing missing was Rarity’s lewd moaning, or the soft squelch that could be heard whenever their hips met.
Even without those things it was still quite pleasurable, and Spike found himself enjoying the doll’s hole far more than he thought he would. Sure he would rather be with the real Rarity but their was a certain aspect of using the toy that turned him on in a way that nothing else did. Gritting his teeth tighter, Spike held back the urge to go as fast and as deep as possible, though with each second he could feel that urge grow stronger, and his orgasm, closer.
The Rarity doll continued to move like the real Rarity, mimicking her actions nearly perfectly, even as Spike continued to pound it viciously. Claws sunk into it's soft, pliant fabric, and allowed Spike a greater hold on it, prompting the Rarity doll to stretch out it's forelegs, bracing itself better against Spike’s powerful thrusts. If Rarity herself had any qualms with Spike going a little harder, she did not say, and seemed to tacitly allow the dragon to indulge in his lust.
“Very good darling.” Rarity spoke, whispering salaciously. “I bet your just about ready to cum aren't you? After all you are thrusting as hard as you can.”
“I am R-rarity.” Spike answered through clenched teeth, his hips never stopping for even a second.
“Good, good. Make sure you don't speed up anymore, I don't want you to accidentally break our new toy before we even had a chance to really use it.” Rarity commented, much to Spike’s increasing frustration.
“B-but.” Spike began, only to be cut off by Rarity.
“No buts darling, you've done well but not that well, hold out a little longer and I may allow you to go as fast as you want.” Rarity replied.
“Yes Rarity…” Spike muttered.
Closing his eyes once more, the dragon focused his will down to a fine, almost razor point, his entire being put to the task of simply holding back his coming orgasm while also not speeding up anymore. It was a difficult task, one made more difficult with each passing second, his coming orgasm urging him to go faster, and to to ignore what Rarity had commanded him to do.
This battle of wills continued for several minutes as the dragon continued to pound his cocks into the doll’s stretchy hole. His need to move faster, and break the rules was akin to the white hot lust he had felt burning under his skin all day and it became incredibly hard to ignore. Until all at once, the urge became overwhelming, his orgasm merely seconds away and his ability to hold back all but gone.
He groaned aloud, smoke billowing from the sides of his lips as he abandoned any pretense at restraint. His hips became a blur, his cocks pounding into the doll so fast that his balls clapped audibly against the underside of the stuffed object. If Rarity noticed his increased speed, and objected, she didn't give any indication of this, and the doll remained relatively immobile throughout Spike’s faster, more intense thrusting.
Claws gripped tighter than ever, and as the seconds ticked down until the moment of release, Spike moaned louder than ever before. As his balls began to push forth the first squirt of cum, Spike cried out in pleasure, giving true voice to the one thing he desired most. “Rarity!”
The doll tensed as the first wave of cum erupted down his shafts, the dragons hips slamming forward against the doll’s backside and ensuring it was as deep as physically possible. Though there was no way for the doll to be knocked up, Spike’s body didn't seem to care, and the drake made sure he had stuffed the object as much as possible before finally cumming. His orgasm was long and laborious ordeal, the dragon producing more then the average stallion and delivering said load over a longer period of time.
Only when his orgasm finally began to die, did he start to breath heavily, his eyes opening to see the doll looking back at him. “Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” It asked.
Spike nodded meekly, knowing he had broken one of the commands Rarity had given him. “S-sorry about that Rarity I kind of let it get away from me.”
The doll nodded knowingly. “You can pull out now, I believe you are as done as you are going to get.” Rarity commanded.
Nodding once more, Spike pulled out of the doll, grinning despite his slip up when he noticed that his cock was as clean as ever, the small self cleaning enchantment taking care of the mess he left behind. Something that was so unlike the real Rarity, who seemed to enjoy immensely the feeling of cum gushing forth from her pussy and joining a growing pool on the bed. Shaking his head, Spike pulled the last inch of his cocks from the doll and picked it up before placing it on the table where he had first found it.
“Now then darling.” The Rarity doll began, pacing back and forth along the table as it looked down her nose at him. “I seem to have noticed you going a little too fast near the end there… Now i know you did wonderfully through the rest of our little session but you were still a very, naughty boy.”
Spike smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well I guess you are just going to have to come up here and punish me then.” He leaned in, poking the doll in the nose. “Because something tells me those little felt hoovsies of yours aren't going to cut it.”
The doll glared at him a moment before breaking out into a wide smirk. “You know when you say things like that you make me tempted to pull out that toy.”
The dragon raised an eyebrow, only for his eyes to go wide, and gulp unconsciously. “Oh, oh my.” He whispered in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.
“Though I think that by the time I am done down here I am going to need that more than you.” The doll chuckled. “Now then darling, how do you feel?”
“Much better, thank you Rarity.” Spike reached forward and pulled the doll in close, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I love you Rarity.”
The doll nuzzled the side of Spike’s face lovingly, it's forehooves squeezing him right back, albeit not quite as tight. “I love you too darling. I will see you the very minute this dress is done.”
Blushing profusely, Spike placed the doll back down once more. “Thanks again for taking time out of your busy night, I felt like I was gonna burn up for a second there.”
“I wouldn't thank me yet darling.” The doll whispered. “Something tells me our night has only just begun.”