Chapter 1: In Which Our Protagonist Touches the Butt
It was the second Thursday of the month, and Carousel Boutique was closed. This happened every second Thursday, when instead of the beaming-bright smile and enthusiastic "Come in!" of Ponyville's resident fashionista, a small sign in hoof-written script on the door said "Closed for personal business. Please call again tomorrow."
It was the second Thursday of the month, which meant Rarity and Spike would be meeting for tea, behind the closed doors of the boutique, at the small table with the embroidered tablecloth, a steaming pot in the center and an assortment of deserts and polished gems surrounding it. Spike liked the emeralds especially, and would even help himself to a danish or two if Rarity had garnished them with shavings of the green sparkles. Of course, as much as the gems caught his eye, the real gem was the pony who had invited him to tea in the first place.
"Isn't it nice to get away from the hustle and bustle just for a little while?" Rarity asked, never clear whether she was simply eager to hear herself speak, or if she actually wanted her small dragon companion's input on the life musings that seemed to emerge of their own accord when accompanied by a sit-down and refreshing cup of tea.
Spike nodded and surveyed the pastry selection. The tea was a blend of a few dried local fruits and aged leaves, prepared with an overseas multi-step steeping method that involved intermittent cold water and, in Spike's opinion, altogether too much fuss for just getting a cup of tea together. But Rarity seemed to enjoy the preparation almost as much as she enjoyed the after-product, and Spike liked watching her as she worked. She would measure the water and dried tea mixture carefully, never taking her eyes off the portions as she poured. The whole world seemed to vanish around her, and it occurred to Spike he had seen her like this before: when she was sewing, dressmaking, working on a project that needed to get finished. She would glide from step to step without a hint of worry in her movement, never stumbling or miss-stepping, but always from point to point with such efficiency, her eyes wide, talking to herself and laughing occasionally, or mumbling quietly under her breath as she put the finishing touches into a stitch, or poured the multi-steeped tea into two piping hot cups.
"Tell me... how are things with you in general, Spike? Were you able to come to terms with Twilight on that... prickly matter of the chore distribution?"
"I guess so," Spike said. He took a sip of his tea and found himself sighing involuntarily as the pervasive warmth filled him. Even the tips of his claws seemed to tingle. "We talked about it, and I told her how I felt... but I still have to basically drop whatever I'm doing and help her with a project whenever she asks. Since I'm her 'assistant', and all."
"Well, it's not much of a secret that Twilight relies on you, quite heavily, I might add... Though I must confess I can understand her enthusiasm for having you around. You can be such a dear when I need help getting something done." Rarity smiled and took a sip of her tea, closing her eyes and shivering slightly as the almost-magical warming sensation coursed through her body.
Spike blushed and shrugged nervously, sending a few crumbs from his emerald scone scattering onto the tablecloth.
"Aw, thanks Rarity. You're much less demanding than Twilight though. She works me like a... well... a dragon, sometimes!"
Rarity took another drink of her tea and nodded sagely at Spike.
"It can often be the case that when somepony is too helpful, somepony else might take advantage of them..." Rarity's eyes wandered unprovoked to a nearby circular window, where a hummingbird had decided to alight and flitter around the edges of the glass before taking a long drink from one of the flowers protruding from the boutique's surrounding garden. Rarity smiled as she watched it, wondering if the nectar inside the flower felt much the same to the hummingbird as the tea she was currently drinking. Seeing the flowers in season always made her think of love, and where it might lead to if tended and allowed to grow the same way the garden had been.
Still. There was the delicate matter of negotiation, navigating her word choice in the direction desired. She had taken more notice of Spike as well, whether he'd been spending extra time around to avoid Twilight's deluge of chores, or just because the young dragon's helpful, love-swept manner was finally starting to rub off on her. It was such a treat to watch him dart from place to place, little wings fluttering occasionally as he fetched needle and thread at Rarity's request. Especially as he left the room, it was fun to stare at the back of him, an ogling, almost, if Rarity dare let the word escape her proverbial lips, of that cute little purple-and-green dragon tushie. The way his tail waggled over-top when he turned... she could just pick him up and sit him on her lap right away. Maybe even give him a little squeeze with either hoof as she picked him up off the ground... Mhmm. Rarity licked her lips, then seemed suddenly to remember the context, and grabbed a bite of a nearby pastry before dotting her lips with her napkin. No reason she couldn't pretend to be extra interested in tea-cakes for a moment.
As Rarity had before him, Spike seemed finally to slip into the relaxing aroma of the tea and the calm, unoccupied atmosphere inside the boutique just for the two of them. He looked out the window as well, and though the hummingbird had taken its leave, the tops of the flowers were still there to greet him, waving lazily in the wind as though to say hello and wish him good luck.
Good luck. Good luck with what? Maybe just a general good luck, in a seasonal sense of the word. Spike shrugged. Since when did he not have good luck anyway?
"Spike," Rarity said, her eyes suddenly torn from her faux-fascination with her pastry. "It occurs to me we haven't touched base in some time in regards to your... affairs of the heart, so to speak."
"My what?" Spike was half-distracted, looking for another likely pastry amongst the offerings Rarity had prepared, maybe something with a nice ruby glaze. Heart? "There's nothing wrong with my heart... I had a scale thing, a few months ago, but Nurse Redheart said... hey, wait a minute. Did Twilight tell you about that?"
"No, Spikey, you've misunderstood! Twilight told me nothing to do with your scales... I was referring to, well... have you had any luck, that is, finding a special somepony for yourself?"
Spike blushed extra bright red, and became suddenly occupied with hiding himself behind the rim of his tea cup instead of searching for pastries or responding to Rarity's question. "Well... I, uh, I mean, I don't really, uh, I haven't..."
"Not to pry," Rarity said, sidling herself closer to Spike's seat almost soundlessly, "but we did feel compelled to ask, not in the least because... well, Spike, to put it bluntly... have you been working out?"
"Huh?" Spike's blush doubled, but he managed to extract himself from behind his tea-cup via pure shock, and put the cup back on its saucer to stare at Rarity as though she was from another planet.
"You look quite dashing, dear, is all we mean to say. Especially around about... this way, when we can see the back of you, as it were. There's no need to be shy. You can let us know if you've been... developing yourself."
"Well... I guess maybe from all these extra chores and lifting stuff... maybe I have put on a little extra muscle?" Spike checked himself out as best he could without the aid of a mirror, creening around his back to check out the area Rarity had mentioned, and then blushing as he realized he was staring at his own butt, and then even brighter when he realized Rarity had admitted to staring at his butt. What was in that tea, anyway?
"I dare say you've been working like a diamond dog, haven't you?" Rarity leaned forward in her chair towards Spike and pouted her lip at him affectionately. "You poor thing. No time at all to relax." She raised a hoof and ran it along Spike's spines and across his head, rubbing him like she might a tiny lap-dog.
"Aw, it's not so bad. I at least got today off to spend with you..."
"Well, perhaps we should make the most of the opportunity then." Rarity sprang from her chair to Spike's side, her eyes flashing with the same fire that lit them when a new dress idea had popped into her head. "Why don't we take some time to fully pamper little Spikey-wikey... a nice refreshing shower, to get you all clean from the sweat you've worked up working so diligently for your friends this week. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't properly repay your... generosity?" Rarity lingered over the syllables of her final word, running her hoof languidly up Spike's back and tracing delicate patterns along his tiny wings.
Words fell from Spike's head into a formless mush. He sighed, eyes practically filled with hearts, as Rarity stroked his wings, almost letting him float up out of his chair by the sheer force of his fascination.
"Mhmm, yes, after you're all scrubbed up, perhaps a massage would help you get nice and relaxed..."
"A massage..." Spike repeated, drifting along each word as though in a dream. "Yeah... huh?"
"Then it's settled. Let's see you to the shower. Just head this way down the hall—" Rarity gestured with one foreleg raise, and began to lead Spike down the hall with the other, insisting by gentle force that he walk in front of her. To... accommodate her with the best viewing options, so to speak.
When Spike walked, each step moved one curve of his butt against the other. The rudimentary motion of a half-circle, somehow saliva-inducing even from a distance. Rarity did her best to contain herself on the way to the bathroom, but found her staring continued regardless of any admonitions she threw at herself. Some dragon butts were simply too delicious a sight to turn away from.
Spike finished his shower feeling as though a year's worth of grime and sweat had washed off, thanks to Rarity's extra-high-pressure shower-head. Now he also smelled like a mix of seasonal flowers and the breeze blowing through them. How they managed to capture literal weather sensations in beauty products nowadays was anypony's guess. Any dragon's. Ahem.
What's more, before he'd even made his way back to the main room, Rarity had met him in the hallway, and was steering him to another, smaller room, where a peculiar, miniature-dragon-sized massage table had been set up perfectly, as though she'd had it stashed away for just such an occasion.
Rarity allowed herself a sufficiently ladylike smirk as she helped Spike up onto the massage table and positioned him face-down, with a hole conveniently placed for his face to rest on. Beside the table, a bottle of massage oil and all the lecherous intentions Rarity had been bottling up. Those were metaphorical.
"Wow. I've never gotten a real massage like this before," Spike said. He squirmed a little, uneasy in the comforting contrivance, but finding it too cozy to resist after only a few seconds of squirming. Spike sighed as he relaxed into the plush surface, already forgetting the mountain of errands Twilight had no doubt piled up for him while he was away for one of his twice-a-month getaways.
"I dare say you deserve it, working so hard for Twilight and me," Rarity cooed. She undid the bottle of massage oil with a quick shimmer of her horn and squirted a healthy amount onto her hooves, which she spread around just a bit, letting her hooves glisten and shimmer in the mid-afternoon sun. Eyes wide, locked hungrily on Spike's backside, Rarity lowered her hooves to the young dragon's body, starting first ambivalently on his shoulders, so as not to arouse suspicion, or arouse herself too much in general.
Spike let out another sigh, this time longer and even more relaxed sounding, his body going limp in the massage seat as he relaxed into the custom chair. "That feels great," he said dreamily, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as Rarity began to work her hooves into the knots around his shoulders and the base of his tiny wings.
"You just relax and leave everything to Rarity," Rarity said, smirking devilishly. "We'll have you feeling so much better in no time..."
She couldn't help it. Just a hint... Yes.
Rarity let her hooves slip down and give Spike's cute little purple butt a squeeze. He jumped slightly at the sudden sensation, but seemed to relax into it immediately after, letting out another long sigh, melting into the massage chair as Rarity began to work the oil into his back and skirt down for tiny little grabs of his tush.
Before Spike had realized it, Rarity's hooves were occupied entirely with his backside, and he wasn't sure if it was supposed to be part of the massage or not, but it certainly felt like the most relaxing thing he'd ever experienced before...
"So well-shaped back here," Rarity said, punctuating her sentence with an extra little squeeze.
Spike gasped at Rarity's extra forceful grab, but still couldn't help but relax back into her touch, feeling the warm sensation that started beneath the friction of her hooves and gently increasing heat of the massage oil, followed by flickers of desperate, hungry lightning, shocks that made his little dragon dick twitch between his legs, press awkwardly against the table, and wonder why there wasn't another hole for his—oh.
There was. After a little shuffle, Spike fit his half-hard cock through the opening easily. And Rarity's hooves continued working on his butt.
"Rarity," Spike said, his voice shaking as much as his hips were against the massage chair. "I don't mean to, uh, be awkward, or anything, but I kind of, uh..."
"Nonsense, Spike, it's quite a natural reaction when somepony is making you feel good." Rarity whisked Spike's concern away with a wave of her hoof, to which she added an extra dab of massage oil for good measure. "That hole is placed just conveniently so, and don't you be afraid to use it."
"You mean you don't mind if I'm, uh... hard?" Spike whispered the last word, turning to face Rarity, then cringing away and staring back down at the plush table.
"Mind? Why Spike, I'm flattered my massage has made you feel so good. Perhaps you're extra sensitive where it counts, hmm?" Rarity put one hoof on each of Spike's cheeks and kneaded them together firmly, squishing the softness of his buttocks with the contrasting solid texture of his scales.
Spike yelped and jerked in the chair, thrusting his hips forward and plunging his now fully-hard cock into the air helplessly.
Rarity shook her head and made a 'tut-tut' noise with her mouth.
"Oh my. I see we have a problem. This simply won't do. Not at all." Rarity shook her head again. Her horn began to glow, and she opened a spread of blankets on a nearby cot, somehow surprisingly eye-catching despite its role confined to the corner of the makeshift massage parlor. Comfy pillows decked out at the top, and lace-trimmed blankets... the whole thing went pomf as Spike landed in it, thrown without warning by Rarity's horn.
"Woah!" Spike said as he bounced amongst the blankets. His butt was still sticky with massage oil, and his cock...
"No need to panic, Spikey. We're simply going to relocate for a more... harmonious experience."
"Do I, uh... are you still gonna touch my butt some more?"
Rarity's devilish smile returned, threatening to grow to her ears. She licked her lips as she stared Spike down on the bed.
"Why, Spike, what kind of lady do you take me for?"
"I dunno, I—ahhh!" Spike yelled as Rarity's magic yanked him into the air again, swiveled around, bent over so his face could rest in the bundle of pillows, but his shiny, oily butt stuck up in the air, pointing squarely in Rarity's direction.
She couldn't help herself. Time to have a taste.
The massage oil was gently warm, and smelled of tangerines. Rarity wondered if she knew exactly what a tangerine smelled like, or if she was just guessing based on the label on the bottle. Which did say 'tangerine', after all.
But Spike's butt... it was just soft. It tasted like young, fresh-washed dragon scales, and the moment she snuck her tongue inbetween his cheeks, Spike's energy jumped him a foot in the air, but, stuck in place on the bed, simply jerked his hips backward and let Rarity bury her tongue even deeper in the young dragon's butt.
It was a peculiar sensation—like someone was tickling the base of his penis from the other end. If he'd thought he was hard before, now Spike was aching, dribbling a little trail of precum from the head of his cock onto the bed-sheets only a few inches below. Grinding his hips backwards and forwards and moaning, high and vulnerable, into the scattered arrangement of pillows.
Rarity could have feasted for days. Her lust for Spike's simple, earthy scent was insatiable, but the more she could explore him, the more the both of them would benefit from their afternoon together. Besides which, Rarity had just one more special surprised planned for her diminutive dragon friend...
Because she was talented at multi-tasking, it was no extra effort to open the nearby closet and levitate out the small box, which she let rest gently beside her. Still her tongue was at work, licking up and down Spike's hole and teasing the inside, getting him lubed up with a mix of her saliva and the massage oil to make him ready for the final intrusion. Rarity's custom fashioned clasps snapped into place elegantly around her hips, and the tiny prosthetic that attached over-top matched Spike's in colour: purple-and-green accents, but mostly a hot, youthful pink. Spike's was bright, of course, and throbbing of its own accord, with a steady dribble from the tip to boot... But Rarity's was hers, and she loved it as long as it was capable of doing its job properly. Speaking of.
"Spikey-wikey, dear," Rarity murmured, her voice high and girlish. "Are you enjoying our afternoon of... exploration, as it were?"
"Ye-eeess," Spike said, an erstwhile moan interrupting his response, causing him to grind his hips forward this time, his dripping cock into the bed, gathering as much friction as he could before raising his butt again and waving it eagerly in Rarity's direction.
"I have something that could make the whole experience much more vivid," Rarity said, idly stroking her attachable dragon-dong. "But I don't want to overwhelm you. If at any point you feel unwell, or that you'd simply like things to stop, you must tell me immediately, understand?"
When Spike looked back over his shoulder, Rarity met his eyes. The two stared at each other for a moment, sharing unspoken intention that was beyond any translation. No one likes trying to describe it, but in print, it is just that: simply a stare.
"I understand," Spike said. He smiled, and Rarity smiled back.
"Very good," Rarity said. She finally moved up and away from Spike, to position her purple-and-green friend to enter her other purple-and-green friend. The size between them was well-matched—even if he was to take the whole thing, Spike wouldn't feel himself stretched or bottomed out by the 'first-timer' length Rarity had kept aside specially for him.
Still, the very first entry was a bit too much. Spike felt the head of what he didn't know was a cock exactly like his own slip past the tight ring of his butt-hole and inside him, the same place Rarity's tongue had been licking and slipping a few minutes earlier. The intrusion was firmer—not something he could adjust to immediately—but as Rarity held herself there, gently, Spike felt himself get accustomed to the new sensation, gradually relaxing around the miniature length that nevertheless felt huge inside him. Spike grunted a bit and wiggled back and forth on the bed as he tried to ignore the discomfort and focus on the same overwhelming lightning tingles that had swept through his body when Rarity's tongue had been inside instead.
"Relax," Rarity cooed into Spike's ear, taking a moment to nibble at his earlobe and lick it with her tongue. "You must try to relax, and remember to breathe. Everypony's first time is difficult. I dare say mine—ahem. Regardless." Rarity stroked a hoof gently along Spike's spines and the back of his neck, eliciting a pleased-sounding sigh and shiver for her troubles.
"Okay," Spike said, gritting his teeth. "I'll try to relax."
He tried to relax. Rarity refused to move other than in tiny gentle rocking motions, less than half an inch, working Spike's tiny hole up to the intrusion of Rarity's wearable cock.
After just over a minute, Spike felt the first tingle go from between his legs, up through his stomach, surge out to the ends of his claws and leave a fiery aftertaste in his brain. His cock twitched, and flung a spurt of precum up onto his stomach.
"I... I think I'm good," Spike said. "You could... you could push a little more. If you wanted to."
Rarity smiled at him.
"So polite," she said. Still taking the time to gently run her hoof along his back and neck and the top of his head. Easing in again, half-inch by half-inch. Stopping with each tiny movement to make sure Spike wasn't tense, massaging his shoulders and whispering sweet encouragements into his ear if he was.
Before she knew it, her mail-order dragon-sized shaft had slid fully into place, hitting the base of her harness with plenty of room to spare, but with just enough length to tickle Spike's prostate with the tip. Rarity smirked as she rocked her hips forward that extra little bit, pressing the head of her imitation-Spike into the real thing, and being rewarded again with a high-pitched moan and Spike's prepubescent cock twitching frantically like it was begging for somepony's hoof to take hold and finish it off.
"Rarity," Spike said. His voice was beginning to break, and his hip movements were more erratic, just kind of slamming himself haphazardly in the direction of Rarity's penetrating thrusts. "Rarity," he said again. He turned his head back, and lifted it, enough to see Rarity over his shoulder, who was smiling at him, her eyes wide and gentle. Spike stared into her eyes the same way he had before, saying with only sparkling blue to green what words would have covered otherwise.
Rarity nodded and thrust her cock forward into Spike's ass one final time. Spike began to shudder and seize in front of her as the tip of her dragon-dildo pressed against his prostate, and his cock jerked and slapped against his stomach. It began spurting cum almost as white as Rarity's coat all over the bed, Spike's stomach, the pillows at the head of the bed, and leaving so much of a sticky mess that it dripped from Spike's scales down to the bed.
Rarity held herself inside Spike as he rode out the last throes of his orgasm, grunting and moaning intermittently as his ass clutched at Rarity's purple-and-green accessory. When she pulled out, Spike's cheeks were still glistening with oil and saliva.
"Wow," Spike said, sighing and collapsing into the bed. "Thanks, Rarity."
"I assure you, dear," Rarity said with a smirk, hidden to Spike behind his back. "The pleasure was all mine."