The Path Less Traveled
Spike heaved as hard as he could, muscles bulging as he strained to lift the overloaded cart into the narrow opening. The sides of the now wheeless cart barely held, but in the end it landed right where Spike wanted it to. With his precious cargo now sitting inside Rarity’s backroom, Spike wiped his brow, and gently closed the door behind him.
He then took a moment to look over his haul, a bit of pride welling in his chest as gazed down upon it. The load he had taken back with him was massive, with hundreds of delicious looking gems nearly spilling over the sides. It was a sight that made his mouth water, and his muscles ache from the mere memory of carrying the enormous thing for so long.
It wouldn't have been so bad but the wheels had broken upon entering Ponyville, meaning he had to drag the thing across town. Thankfully Spike was an adult, and had grown considerably since first arriving in Ponyville. With long, well muscled arms, the dragon lifted the cart one final time, moving it out of the way of the door.
The second it was placed back down the entire thing trembled before falling to pieces, sending its load of gems all over the floor. Spike merely stood there, right eye twitching as he looked down on the mess. He considered cleaning it up for all of five seconds before shrugging absently and walking away.
“I’ll do it later,” he muttered to himself.
Slipping through the door leading from between the front and back rooms, Spike nearly ran into a white unicorn.
“Goodness, there you are. What was all that racket back there?” Rarity inquired after taking several careful steps back.
“Your cart finally kicked the bucket,” Spike replied, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “It made one last return trip though.”
Rarity sighed. “I suppose it couldn't be helped. That poor thing has been on its last legs for months already.”
“Not to worry though. I’ve managed to get more than enough gems to satisfy myself, and all of your dress making needs,” Spike proclaimed, stepping to the side, and gesturing into the room.
Rarity lifted an eyebrow curiously before peeking inside. “Well there certainly are a lot of them,” she murmured. “Quite a lot.”
“See? What did I tell ya?” Spike declared, puffing out his chest proudly.
“You have certainly earned your reward my big strong dragon,” Rarity remarked, trotting up to him and running a hoof down his chest. “Tell me what you desire and it shall be yours.”
Spike only just barely resisted the urge to pump a fist into the air. “Ahem, yes. I would like to do that thing that we said we were going to do a few nights ago but didn't.”
Rarity opened her mouth to speak only for realization to dawn on her, prompting the pony to blush furiously. “You can't be serious darling. Right here? Right now?”
“That isn't a problem is it? Why I remember that not too long ago you were telling me all about how you planned to stretch yourself wide in order to fit me,” Spike remarked with a smirk.
The unicorn’s blush grew so furious that she had to look away. “I may have been intrigued by the possibility of taking all of you in not only my marehood but well… I still have to wait on a customer.”
Spike leaned on the nearby counter, frowning deeply as he eyed the mare. “I thought you closed by five on weekdays. What are you still doing open?”
“Its old man Jenkins, the gryphon,” Rarity admitted opening a hat box on the long mahogany counter next to her till. “He wanted this ratty old straw hat mended and said he would pick it up today.”
Spike snorted a ring of smoke at the hat. “That guy never shows up when he says he's going to. Why I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't turn up until next week at the earliest.”
“He does have a history of being rather flaky though he is rather old,” Rarity murmured.
Spike leaned in close, and breathed a hot plume of smoke down the mare’s neck. “So, what do you say we take the path less traveled?”
“Oh fine. Just so long as you don't make anymore lame pickup lines,” Rarity grumbled even while her cheeks glowed brightly.
Spike snickered to himself. “No promises.”
Rarity shivered as the dragon's hot breath trickled down her spine. “Mmmm just let me acquire the proper lubrication.”
Spike didn't wait a moment and began gently kissing down the mare’s neck, occasionally nipping at the soft, tender flesh before planting his lips on the same spot. The effects were immediate, and pronounced with Rarity shaking with barely contained lust mere moments after Spike started. The hot breath, his dominant, commanding presence, and the sheer size of her partner excited the mare in ways that she couldn't quite explain.
He was a predator, and she the prey yet Rarity felt no fear, and never once worried for safety. In fact she felt safer still when her draconic lover slipped his body over her own, covering her utterly. Her magic faltered for a moment before Rarity refocused herself on opening the drawer of a distant cabinet.
A task she would have found simple had Spike not continued to nip away at the nape of her neck. Teeth sharp enough to splinter granite and bite through diamonds ran across Rarity’s skin without so much as leaving a mark. Scales strong enough to keep lava at bay pressed against the mare’s soft fur, leaving Rarity with the feeling like she was wearing armor.
In a way she was, though in this case the mare’s armor was a living breathing dragon who desperately wanted to jump her bones. Refocusing herself once more, Rarity managed to fish the jar of lube from the drawer before bringing it over. Her once dexterous hooves struggled to grasp the small container, and after a particularly hot plume of smoke she accidentally dropped it.
“Butter hooves,” Spike teased.
Rarity blushed and gave him a sharp elbow to the gut, though the dragon’s thick scales meant the mare probably hurt herself more then she did Spike.
“Cut it out. You aren't going to get anywhere close to what you want unless you have plenty of lube on that beast of yours,” Rarity remarked. “After all I don't want things to end up like that first time we did this and Sweetie Belle found us stuck together.”
“Well you better hurry and lather yourself up, because this beast is dying to get unleashed,” Spike exclaimed, giving his hips a small shift and brushing his hard cock between Rarity’s legs. “And it's hungry for mare.”
Rarity shivered so badly that she had to stop herself from reaching for the bottle as she couldn't keep herself on task. Not while her whole body felt utterly focused on the immense hunk of dragon dick nestled between her legs. From its glistening narrow tip, to the knot which had already claimed her a hundred times over, Rarity felt it all.
She could also feel her pussy contract around the nonexistent length, her body urging her to mate with the powerful male. She needed little prompting though, and she hastily grabbed the bottle in her magic before gazing beneath her belly. Sure enough the light purple, nearly pink dragon dick stood waiting for her, throbbing needfully and waiting patiently for her touch.
Neither party wanted to wait any longer than necessary, and so Rarity quickly got to work with her magic. Maneuvering the bottle between her legs Rarity drizzled a healthy layer of lubricant over her partner’s cock. Though it was a little cool, Spike remained rigid even when the room temperature liquid all but covered his throbbing appendage.
Licking her lips, Rarity reached a hoof between her legs and really began to ensure that he was covered completely. Up and down she went, gently caressing the dragon in a slow, sensual motion. She very nearly got carried away just preparing him but thankfully her own aching sex was quick to remind her how much she needed this.
Then, with a hint of hesitation, she took his cock in her magic and raised her head once more.
“Move back a little bit,” Rarity urged.
“Yes ma’am,” Spike whispered, shifting his hips as he was told.
Aligning the dragon’s cock with her pussy was an easy task, with the magical equivalent of muscle memory doing that for her. Shifting that same cock up until it rested against her other hole was a slightly different matter though. A few awkward moments later and Rarity felt her lover’s slightly narrow tip nestle firmly against her tight asshole.
Rarity would have worried that insertion may be difficult, but she had always been a little curious when it came to such backdoor matters. As such she had already used that particular hole a few times, though she had never attempted to put something quite so large in that particular place. The possibility of getting all of him inside of her was a daunting task and if Rarity was being honest with herself, it was also really hot.
As the dragon had grown into his young adult form his fifth leg had grown along with him, ensuring that no matter how much the pair had sex it always felt new. After all, he was always getting that little bit bigger, which constantly forced Rarity’s pussy to stretch wider just about every week. Somewhere along the lines she had fallen in love with that sensation, and now that she was going to get to experience it all over again she was ecstatic.
Only a tiny shred of worry burned at the back of her mind, reminding her that this wasn't going to be quite as easy as the first time. Rarity didn't care though, and after quashing that small thought, she focused on opening her legs a little wider. Not only that, but she also relaxed her muscles, and settled her hooves against the insides of Spike’s hands, using the dragon as support.
“Ready?” Spike whispered.
Rarity nodded ever so slightly. “I’m ready.”
Knowing full well that this was going to be a slow, delicate process, Spike gently pushed himself forward. The tip managed to slip inside relatively easily, requiring only a slight thrust to ensure it managed to wiggle its way into Rarity’s tight hole. The lubricant was doing its job, and both Spike as well as Rarity let out a soft sigh of relief as they felt the first inch enter her.
To the mare it was not unlike the first time the pair had sex, though with a slightly different feeling that reminded her that they werent the same. For now she felt a pressure at the back of her body, as if she almost needed to use the little fillies room. That feeling didn't last long though, as the dragon’s tip began to stretch her tender hole exactly the way she was hoping it would.
“Mmm that's good,” Rarity murmured, the mare arching her back as she rode out the first real wave of pleasure.
Spike sighed, and gave his hips a little twist, stretching Rarity out a little more before thrusting again. This time it wasn't quite as easy to get another inch into her, as resistance was beginning to mount. That didn't mean they stopped however, rather Spike merely began to seesaw back and forth, pushing himself a little deeper each time.
Though the powerful pulses of pleasure were few and far between the sensual feeling of slowly stretching around Spike’s cock kept Rarity going. That and the soft heat which radiated from the dragon’s midsection always kept the mare calm no matter what they were doing. Spike quickly noticed her slight discomfort and wordlessly began to gently nuzzle the smaller creature, planting small sideways kisses on her cheek.
The feeling drew a smile to Rarity’s face and the mare couldn't help but pur contently as she felt her lover continue to enter her. Unfortunately for them, their slow but steady process quickly began to peter out, and it wasn't long before they felt like they were hitting a wall. Spike had seen this coming though, and after planting one final kiss on Rarity’s cheek, reached down between them to grab the bottle.
Feeling her lover reach low, and then stand up while still inside of her sent lightning bolts up Rarity’s spine. The stretching sensation was a pleasant one, but it also pushed the mare a little too far in certain parts. It didn't last long though, and soon Spike was standing upright on his back legs, a bottle in his hands.
“Watch out, it might be a little cool,” Spike warned.
Rarity said nothing, and merely braced herself for the drip of lubricant which landed between her cheeks. One quick shudder later and the mare knew she was ready to go once more. With a dull thump, Spike’s hands landed on either side of Rarity’s hooves, his body covering her own.
“Mmm, thanks,” Rarity whispered.
Spike kissed the mare’s cheek. “No problem, love.”
The dragon wasted no time, and put his hips right back to work. This time when he pushed forward a bit more of his long, thick cock slipped inside of his lover’s aching hole. The sensation of stretching returned with a vengeance, prompting Rarity to let out a low moan, and arch her back on reflex.
Her body wanted more, as did the mare herself, who couldn't wait until she could fit every last throbbing inch inside of her. After all, Rarity remembered well the feeling of utter joy that came about when she felt herself take the dragon’s knot inside of her other hole. The feeling had been akin to completing a particularly difficult dress combined with running a mile in record time.
“Fuck you feel so good inside me,” Rarity muttered.
Spike grunted. “And even though it feels like I’ve stuck my dick in a vice, it's still fantastic.”
“Quit ruining the mood you big goof,” Rarity retorted, a hoof going down to her belly.
“Maybe you should break out the ball gag,” Spike teased.
“Mmm, later,” Rarity replied.
The unicorn gently caressed her stomach in long slow circles, the mare swearing she could feel a bulge as she did so. It wouldn't be a surprise, as the dragon’s length was considerable, as was his girth, which would put most stallions to shame. Though Rarity was fairly certain that this time she was imagining things, the pony still enjoyed the feeling of the bulge Spike made in her midsection.
The dragon meanwhile, was busy struggling to deal with just how tight the pony’s ass was. The lube was doing its job and Rarity herself was relaxed, but her body simply wasn't cooperating with them. This particular hole didn't have the experience that Rarity’s pussy did, and that made the insertion a slow process.
Not like either party minded however, as they filled the dead time by kissing, nuzzling and gently touching one another. Rarity’s hooves ran up and down Spike’s arms while the pony’s tail tickled the inside of Spike’s legs. Spike’s lips repeatedly graced his lover’s neck, cheek and the sides of her lips, the dragon occasionally adding a nip just to spice things up.
With only their hot, breathy moans to fill the quiet, the two creatures silently revelled in their shared love. Neither noticed as the room slowly filled with the scent of their love making. Soon their senses were utterly occupied by the heavy aroma of sex, lewd squelching, and soft, tender caresses of the other.
And then they felt it, Spike’s knot bumped against Rarity's ass, signalling that nearly every inch of him was inside her. They both immediately stopped, and silently marveled at what had just occurred. Spike even leaned back and looked down at himself, a little shocked that he had gotten so deep in such a relatively short time period.
“Is it really all inside?” Rarity asked, looking as best as she could over her shoulder.
“Everything but the knot,” Spike replied, giving his hips a thrust in emphasis.
Rarity shuddered briefly as she felt Spike’s knot press against her, spreading the mare’s hole a little before the dragon eased himself back again.
“Mmm this is so good. We really have to get more of that lube,” Rarity murmured.
“It really does work wonders,” Spike muttered. “Though I wonder…”
Rarity’s ears perked up. “Oh? What are you thinking darling?”
“Well we’ve come this far. I was curious if you wanted to go all the way,” Spike asked, leaning down and whispering the last three words directly into Rarity’s ear.
“You can't be serious,” Rarity began. “You know how long it took in order for you to enter my other hole fully. There is no way we could do that on the first try.”
“Oh come on. We both know how much you enjoy being stuffed silly with my big, fat knot,” Spike replied.
Rarity blushed hotly, and thought it over for all of ten seconds. “Oh okay, but you have to use more of that lube. I do not want to get stuck with you inside me like that other first time of ours.”
Spike chuckled. “Did you not enjoy my company?”
Rarity snorted. “I love you, but a mare needs her space.”
“Fair enough,” Spike replied. “More lube coming up right up.”
“Thank you darling,” Rarity whispered, kissing the dragon on the cheek.
Spike wasted no time in adding another healthy dollop of lube to his cock as well as one rather large blob on his knot. Though still a little cool, Spike was used to the feeling by now, and a quick thrust into Rarity’s hot insides warmed him right back up. He repeated this motion a few more times, slowly building up his speed until he had reached a steady pace.
Within seconds their moans had grown much, much louder, with the pair unable to resist the waves of pleasure coursing up their bodies. Rarity revealed in the intense feeling of being stretched repeatedly while Spike enjoyed being the one doing the stretching. In this way it was like their first time all over again, with both of them working themselves up as more and more of Spike’s knot pushed against her hole.
Spike’s thrusts were short, powerful, and didn't draw back very far before slamming forward once again. Each time this happened Rarity’s back legs lifted slightly off the ground. Thankfully the mare was surprisingly strong, meaning she didn't have to worry about getting knocked off her hooves or pushed too far forward.
Her forehooves gripped the edge of the table tightly, and each time Spike thrusted forwards, she did the same in reverse. With both parties wholeheartedly throwing themselves into it, progress was much quicker. Rarity’s now slightly loose hole gaped wide each time Spike pulled back, revealing how wide he had already stretched her.
By then her inner muscles had also grown used to the abuse, and the dragon found that her hole was much more welcoming then it had been a minute earlier. Not only that but Spike was beginning to feel the first signs of his lover reaching her first orgasm of the evening. Her body had tensed, her forehooves became rigid, and her moans became short as well as slightly higher pitch.
He too was getting close, but the dragon held back, biting down on his bottom lip to stave off the pleasure which assailed him. He didn't want to let Rarity down after all, as the pony absolutely loved getting stuffed silly with dragon sperm. Images of Rarity’s bulging belly filled Spike’s mind and he could already imagine just how sexy she would look while cumming so hard she lost feeling in her legs.
Shaking off those cloying images, Spike tried to focus himself on his job. A hot plume of smoke billowed down the unicorn’s neck, making Rarity shudder as she felt Spike reassert himself. Sure enough when his thrusts resumed their earth shaking power Rarity could feel more and more of his knot slip inside of her.
Then it popped back out, and the pony lurched backward, desperate to feel the all consuming pleasure of being stuffed to the absolute brim. That feeling didn't return until Spike thrust forward once again though when it did Rarity saw stars once more. Each time she felt Spike’s knot push against her hole the mare let out a tiny, involuntary moan of pleasure.
The feeling quickly became so intense that Rarity collapsed against the counter, the pony unable to hold herself up anymore. Spike didn't mind the change one bit, and after quickly adapting to the slight shift in position, continued pounding away. Every impact made the mare’s cheeks jiggle, and forced another moan to spill forth from her tightly drawn lips.
Then like a bolt of lightning she felt her hole stretch to the widest it's ever been, and Spike’s knot nearly entered her fully. Together they dangled on the edge of ecstasy before the dragon gave an extra hard thrust, pushing him over the limit. With an audible pop, the incredibly wide knot slipped inside of Rarity, immediately reducing the unicorn to a quivering pile of flesh.
She came instantly, her pussy spasming as a small squirt of girlcum painted the floor. While at the same time her asshole clenched down hard on the dragon’s knot, squeezing him tightly. Spike initially wanted to ride this wave of pleasure and maybe fuck the mare a little more before finishing but this was too much even for him.
“I’m cumming,” he muttered through grit teeth.
“F-f-fuck me too,” Rarity muttered in an uncharacteristic bout of half whispered cursing.
Spike’s cock throbbed needfully as cum began to shoot up the tip of his cock and erupt deep into the bowels of Rarity’s ass. The mare could feel each one of these spurts as they traveled deep inside of her, filling a part of her which had never been filled before. The sensations she felt in that moment were both familiar and alien, leaving her writhing in pleasure.
As she noticed more and more of her lover’s surprisingly warm cum shoot into her bowels, the mare released a shuddering sigh of relief. Her orgasm was still playing itself out, though thankfully it had faded enough that she could at least feel her legs again. Shaking the stars from her vision, Rarity pushed herself up and wrapped a hoof around one of Spike arms.
“Mmm that feels so good. We really must do this more often,” Rarity purred.
Spike smiled. “Indeed. It's a nice way to spice things up every once and awhile.”
“Well said,” agreed Rarity.
Whatever Spike had been about to say in response was lost when the door to the shop opened and the bell atop it tinkled. Both parties turned and watched in horror as a horrendously wrinkled old gryphon stepped into the store. The first thing Spike noticed was that his face was bereft of feathers while the rest of his body was covered in a grey sheet of the things.
One eye was milky white while the other contained a monocle so thick it might be able to serve as a replacement lens on a small telescope. Once he entered, the male ran a hand over his smooth head, and began to peer intently around the shop.
“Is this Rarity’s boot tick?” barked the gryphon. “Or did I wander into the coffee shop again?”
“Quick, hide!’ Spike whispered.
“Where?” Rarity whispered back.
Spike looked left, and then right before pushing Rarity awkwardly beneath the counter.
“What are you doing?” Rarity hissed.
“Shh, let me handle it,” Spike retorted.
Rarity opened her mouth to respond, but chose not to when she heard the gryphon trot up to the desk.
“Ahh the dragon is here. Good, do you know where miss Rarity is?” Demanded the harsh, gruff tone of the gryphon.
“She just stepped out for a bit,” Spike replied, wincing briefly as he felt Rarity’s already tight hole squeeze down on him even more. “But I can't totally help you.”
The gryphon peered intently at Spike, his gaze narrowing before he let out a dissatisfied harumph. “I suppose you could help me find my hat. Provided the proprietor of this place has finished with it.”
“Absolutely, just one second,” Spike replied, holding up a finger before leaning down poking his head under the desk. “Would you relax already? Your going to milk me dry at this rate!”
Rarity grunted. “Do you think I don't know that? It feels like I’m a balloon with how much you pumped into me!”
“Having trouble down there sonny?” Asked the gryphon.
Spike awkwardly rose once more, making sure to keep his lower half beneath the desk. “Its uh n-nothing. The cat is down there and keeps clawing at my feet. Now where were we?”
“My hat,” stated the old man.
“It's right here,” Spike declared, awkwardly reaching for the case without moving his hips.
The gryphon opened it, and pulled out the hat, eying it carefully.
While old man Jenkins continued his visual inspection Spike was doing his best not to make it look like he was currently having his dick milked dry. At that moment cum continued to spurt from his tip, joining the veritable ocean that now resided within Rarity’s belly. Thankfully the gryphon wrapped things up relatively quickly, plopping his chapeu onto his bare head.
“Excellent. How much do I owe you?” Asked the gryphon who reached for a bag he held under one wing.
“I uh…” Spike muttered.
“Twenty three bits!” Rarity whispered.
“Twenty three bits,” Spike declared.
The gryphon nodded, slowly counted out the necessary amount, and placed it on the table along with a single extra. “Here you are. For your prompt service,” declared Mr. Jenkins.
“T-thanks. Have a nice day,” Spike replied while awkwardly depositing the money into the till without moving any part of him save for his hands.
The gryphon tipped his hat. “Same to you kiddo.”
Spike grit his teeth and smiled, watching closely as the old timer slowly made his way out of the store. Only when his tail feathers had vanished from view did Spike finally relax, and nearly collapse to the ground.
“Holy shiiiit that felt good,” Spike murmured.
“Speak for yourself,” Rarity murmured. “I saw my entire career flash before my eyes.”
Spike chuckled. “Oh it wouldn't have been that bad. Besides, we didn't get found out right?”
“I guess,” Rarity admitted, smiling softly as she rubbed her stomach. “You came even more then usual you know. I almost look pregnant.”
“Oh I know,” Spike exclaimed. “I feel like if I came any longer I’d have nothing left in me but dust.”
Rarity snickered, and ran a hoof down the dragon’s neck. “Now then. Be a dear and carry me upstairs. We desperately need a hot shower and something tells me we are going to be stuck together for quite a while.”
“I’m afraid so,” admitted Spike, who gave his hips a slight pull, dragging the pony along with him. “Sorry Rarity.”
“Oh it's fine darling. I love your company, and you,” Rarity replied, kissing the dragon’s cheek.
Which lit up a rosey red color. “I love you too Rarity.”