Spike spends the night alone, thinking of Rarity until someone new comes along.
25 years ago, Spike had endured the ultimate heartbreak. Rarity passed away in an accident, and he'd never gotten the chance to admit his true feelings for the mare who took his heart. With little to motivate him anymore, he's spent the last decade alone in a distant cave in total solitude. Now, on the anniversary of Rarity's death, a stranger approaches him. What will this stranger have to say? What could they say to the dragon who had to burry his heart so long ago?
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Death tag is there for the topic being discussed, not showing any actual death in this story.
The harsh winds bellowed an icy tinge on every bit of land, far to the North of Equestria. A place long abandoned, forgotten by Ponies and history. Somewhere far enough that, if one were to venture into the wastes of ice and snow, you'd find naught but the chilling grasp of a thousand baleful winters gnawing through your very bones.
Against the hide of a dragon, however, it was nothing more than a slightly uncomfortable breeze. Purple scales wrapped up in black attire stuck out from the never ending expanse of pure white, the few feet worth of a trail he'd drudged through already being covered up by the eternal storm raging above.
Although the cold chipped away at him through the thin fabric of his suit, the rage of the weather was nothing to him. The ice between his claws gave him no chill, and the wind whipping his face brought no sensation. Everything was dull against Spike, for all the pain his body and soul could muster had already been pinned to a single thought.
A mare.
"Rarity..." he hiccupped.
The ice on his face was a result not of the winds or hail above, rather the sheer heartbreak he'd endured over the last week alone. A force of nature hundreds of years in the making was but a barely present afterthought to the agony that crushed every inch of him. His legs and wings were worn and aching, trembling from the constant running and flying it took for him to reach this solitude. The dragon's heart, a mighty furnace that would last a thousand years without fail, could barely hold on to life, bled dry from sorrow. A few more steps into the uncaring cold were all his shell could take, and with a hollow breath, he fell into the snow.
Rolling onto his back, Spike's trembling hand held up a locket, an ivory chain with a single picture inside a cyan diamond. A white mare with an elegant purple mane smiled down on him. An angel given mortal form was always the way he'd describe her, the perfect mare with perfectly blue eyes, and a voice that sang a more beautiful sound than any choir could muster.
But the key word in that sentence was what he loathed the most.
Steely claws rapped his heart once more, the pain of watching her casket lowered into the ground burning his eyes until he screwed them shut. Spike curled into himself, gripping the locket as hard as his weakened body could. Tears flowed as freely as they could in the piercing cold, freezing solid mere seconds after they'd been shed. Every little thing that the week had piled onto him finally took its toll all at once.
The initial shock of hearing of her accident.
Seeing what was left of her carriage.
The funeral.
And the regret of never admitting his true feelings.
That last part dug deeper than any of the other daggers in his scales. Having kept the secret of his crush for so long, holding on to the vain hope that she'd reciprocate his love, all gone to waste. It was all pointless in the end, as he'd been too much of a coward to even try. There was no closure. No answer.
Spike screamed into the uncaring void around him, his scales lighting up with arcane fury as all of the pain in his body exploded into a baleful emerald flame.
\\\\\\////// Last Week \\\\\\//////
Rarity sighed as she fanned herself off with a magazine, leaning towards the open window in the carriage.
"Pardon my rudeness, dear, but can't a Princess afford a cart with a cooling charm in it? It's blazing hot!"
Cadance tapped a charm on the ceiling, fiddling with it in an attempt to charge it or get it to work somehow. Unfortunately, nothing happened, and she fell back onto the seat with a huff.
"I'm just as uncomfortable as you are, Rarity," Cadance said. "You'd think the maintenance workers in the Castle would have changed them out during Twilight's festival, but apparently not. I'm so drained after that show. Having to keep up with the Wonderbolts and juggling a dozen magic acts on top of it?" the Princess sighed. "Twilight's lucky we're family."
From above them, a compartment opened up to reveal a ten-year-old alicorn filly rooting around in the storage.
"Mommy, can we get ice cream?" Flurry Heart asked.
"Baby, please get down from there."
Flurry flopped out and into her mother's lap, Cadance grunting in pain as she was crushed by the small foal.
"Thank you," she groaned. "And, yes, we can get ice cream when we get to Ponyville."
"Yay!" Flurry cheered. "Miss Rarity, what kinds of ice cream do you have?"
"Hmm? Why ask me, precious?"
"Because mommy says you eat too much of it since Uncle Spi-"
A pink hand silenced Flurry by clasping her muzzle shut as Rarity and Cadance locked eyes. The Princess smiled wearily as Rarity's gaze saddened. She unfurled her magazine in hand and gazed longingly at the cover.
"Yes, well... I suppose I have," the fashionista said, trailing her fingers down the magazine. "I've done my best to stave off the fattening sugars of my sad snack cravings, but I can only put in so much sweat a day."
Cadance let go of Flurry's mouth, and in a second, the filly crossed the gap and sat next to Rarity, peering at the cover of all of her magazines.
"'Equestria's best bachelor', 'The hottest dragons of all', 'Scales are definitely in'... Aunt Rarity, do you have a crush on Spike?"
Rarity felt like smacking herself, if it was that easy to piece her interests together by just the covers alone. Though she couldn't have made it more obvious, given that Spike adorned the cover of each article she'd stashed away.
"Y-yes, I have," Rarity admitted.
"Then why didn't you go and kiss him? We were there for a week and you could have told him that you like-like him."
"I suppose I could, but I, um... there's more to a relationship than I think you could understand, dear."
"But he likes you and you like him, so what's wrong?"
"Flurry, dear, how would you like to ride on the roof for a few minutes?" Cadance asked.
"Can I, mommy!?" Flurry asked, her wings flapping and smacking Rarity in the face.
"Of course! But when I knock, you have to come inside, okay?"
"Okay!"
With a flash, the filly was gone, leaving the Princess and Rarity alone. Rarity spit out a feather and wiped herself down while Cadance adjusted her seat.
"You're scared," she said.
There was no question, the Avatar of Love was stating a fact. Rarity supposed it made sense, given the alicorn's affinity for love and emotions.
"Yes," Rarity whimpered.
"About what, exactly? I can only gauge so much from the ambient emotions, so having something more specific helps. What exactly terrifies you? The age gap? The species gap?"
Rarity twirled a graying lock of her mane and shed a tear.
"Both. I know I'm not an aged husk of a mare just yet, but I'm climbing there by the day. Spike, however, isn't even close to reaching his prime just yet. He's got centuries before he even begins to slow down, and even then, he'll have hundreds of years before he actually starts to become properly old for a dragon. I wanted to confess this weekend, I so desperately did. Every night for the last few months, I dreamed. I dreamed of saying those three little words, having this speech ready for when I was to pour my heart out, and dance until he swept me off my hooves and carried me off to start a family."
Rarity gazed out the window.
"But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized just what it was that kept me from going for him. For one, he has legions of fans, of all kinds of species, vying for his attention at all times of the day. I couldn't even get a single word with him in most circumstances during the last week, you know. So many suitable mares and such from all over the globe were there, wining and dining with him in the hopes of getting with him."
"But he said no to all of them," Cadance said. "Because he was probably waiting for you."
"Hmph. Right, Princess of Love, I suppose you could tell that he's still feeling for me, even after all these years."
Cadance nodded.
"Well, then I'm sure you'll know what I have to say next, but I want to get this off my chest either way, so if you'll allow me... I don't want to ask anymore," she said.
Cadance could feel the pain in her voice, and she could see the magic in her heart withering as she spoke.
"Spike is so very dear to me, but he lives on a level too much for me. I can't hold down three shops as well as trying to keep up with him during his constant travel across the globe. To spend so much time waiting for him to return, and wondering when he'll come back. I don't think I can handle that, especially not in my advancing age. Not to mention that I'd clearly be holding him back. I mean, in my hayday, I would think myself quite the catch, but I'm gaining weight every other week, I'm graying out, and I'm losing my flexibility, despite my constant practice. He'll live on far past my own... inevitable time, and I don't want him to lose a part of himself if we do start a family. Perhaps it's for the best he takes on a mare that will last him a few decades more, or better yet, a dragon that could stay with him for as long as he'll live. I don't like it, but I think that's for the best."
Cadance gripped her dress skirt and sighed.
"Rarity, I know you mean well, but you're forgetting something extremely important. Spike loves you. He doesn't adore you, he doesn't have a crush on you, he absolutely adores you. He's been with you through thick and thin. He's been there for you through it all, from your best to your worst, and he's never hesitated in taking your side. Spike's dedicated so much of his life to you, and you do feel for him too, but it's clear that you understand the kind of sheer difference between the two of you. But I think what's more important that you're forgetting is that even if you want him to be happy elsewhere, you need to give him closure. He needs to know you love him, and he needs to know why it won't work out. Like it or not, you've been avoiding the discussion for some time, and you can't run from this forever. I'm sorry, but the next time you see him, you have to talk."
Rarity leaned back and hummed, rubbing her temples as she tried to not cry.
"Alright darling, I'll do it."
The two exchanged a smile before Flurry teleported back in, grabbed Cadance, and popped out again.
Rarity had only a second to wonder what happened before the carriage was swept up in a rockslide, the rocks crushing the frame and the boulders breaking her bones. In the moments before the Royal Guards could find her, she couldn't stop thinking of Spike. The regret she held, unable to say her peace. The longing in her heart, to see him one last time. The realization she'd never see him again. In her final breaths, she begged to hold him one last time before her body gave out.
Cadance flew through the cold without trouble, a shimmering veil of magic keeping her free from the burden of the weather. As she descended, she eyed the smoldering crater that became a local legend amongst the Crystal Ponies. "The Heart's Abyss" they called it, a black pit of sorrow dug out over the course of decades by one heartbroken dragon. And as always, on this very day, he was there, burning through the snow and melting the ground beneath him.
Every year on the anniversary of Rarity's death, Spike flew out here and cried for hours before unleashing all of his pain in an explosive wave of green fire. Without fail, he'd dug a hole nearly a kilometer wide and a hundred deep. The sheer agony in his heart was scorched into the very crust of the world itself now, and everypony who witnessed the crater or the sky's green hue could attest to the howling pain he carried.
Many wept for the Hero of the Crystal Empire, but none so more than the Princess herself. She'd been there, the day Rarity passed on. The day she couldn't save her. The horrifying visage of her crushed remains still kept her up to this day, even when Spike himself refused to hold her accountable. Even with his words, she felt no ease in her harrowed heart.
Until today.
As she set hoof in the ash, wingbeats behind her flapped up until another landed beside her.
A dragoness.
She turned to look at the Princess before wiping away her tears, the sight of the dragon eliciting a maelstrom of emotions. Cadance knelt down next to Spike's unconscious form, checking his pulse as she'd done every year now. His heartbeat was slow and steady, despite his clear distress, and she picked him up in her magic. The dragoness behind her rushed up to them, wiping his scales of soot.
"Spike..." she said aghast. "I... I'm so sorry."
Cadance grabbed them both and teleported back to the Crystal Empire, the only thing left in the crater being a rough diamond left in the center where Spike had wept.
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The sensation of spinning, falling, and emptiness came to Spike as they had consistently for the last two decades. He knew Cadance had found him and brought him back to the Crystal Castle as she'd done every other year. Waking up in a pristine bed instead of ash and misery clued him in on the trend early on. Nevertheless, it didn't make waking up any less painful. Every muscle ached, every bone creaked, and his head pounded furiously. Sitting up, he groaned and pushed the heavy comforter off, checking his surroundings.
Standing in the corner was a dragoness. He could tell it was a dragon from the shape of her wings and the tail slithering against the floor. It was too dark to make out much else, though, and his eyes hadn't adjusted properly.
"Can I help you?" Spike said, leaning against the headboard.
She nodded.
"Alright, what do you need."
"You."
Spike's heart froze.
With a single beat of his wings, he crossed the room and grabbed the visitor, her giant claws meeting little resistance as he grabbed the figure by her shoulders. His eyes glowed with fury as his grip dug his claws deep into her scales.
"S-spike, you're-"
"QUIET!" he roared. "Who are you!? Who do you work for!? I'm not falling for this!"
He turned and threw the intruder into the bed, his legs giving out after the throw. He slowly rose from the floor and glared at the shape as she tried to cover herself with the blankets.
"Chrysalis!? Is that you, or some other rogue Changeling!?" he growled.
"Spike, stop, I'm-"
"YOU'RE NOT HER!" he screamed, jumping at the bed.
His wings extended as his tail lashed about, smacking the curtains off the wall. As sunlight overwhelmed his vision, he landed atop the mystery dragon and found her wrists and legs. Gripping her hands and holding her ankles down with his knees, he waited until his eyes could see in the light. When he could open them again, they widened at the sight beneath him.
The dragoness in his grasp was bare of any clothes, her ample body completely naked to his gaze. Her alabaster scales glistened in the sunlight, the tone shifting from pure white to a darker shade with a hint of pale purple over her chest and belly, supple yet slim enough to easily entice any wandering eyes. His eyes shot up to the dark purple nipples, the hide matching the color of her wings' membranes, as well as the spines across her flicking tail. At the top of it all was a head of gorgeous royal purple hair, curled at the ends into a familiar coif. And the eyes...
Eyes that held a longing so familiar...
Eyes that carried a beautiful azure, reaching into his soul...
Eyes that betrayed her storm of conflicting emotions...
Eyes that belonged to a love he thought lost forever...
"Rarity?"
His voice was barely a whisper, the weight of the world a measly pin compared to the heft in his heart.
She smiled.
"Spikey-Wikey," she said, tears rolling down her scaled cheeks.
The two stared deep into one another's eyes for a full minute, crying out all the years of sadness as Spike's expression cracked, a smile finally splitting through decades of sorrow.
"Rarity!"
She said nothing, instead reaching up to kiss him. The sparks that rolled through them could have lit up Canterlot as they embraced, both dragons desperately holding on to one another as if their lives would end if they let go. The feelings they'd walled up finally came tumbling down, and all at once they sobbed tears of joy as they tried to make out. For an hour they simply cried and reveled in the embrace before they drifted to sleep, exhaustion wearing them down.
Rarity's new form was clearly still somewhat alien to her, the former mare constantly fidgeting her tail and trying to tuck in her wings with her hands.
"Well, no, not truly," she said. "I do remember what happened... that day," she said with a shudder. "It was dreadful. One moment, I was conversing with Princess Cadance and then the next thing I knew, a rock had crushed my legs and I couldn't feel anything on my right side."
"So then... what is this?" Spike said. "Is this a dream? Because if it is, I don't know if I'll want to wake up. You hear me Luna!?" he yelled at the ceiling.
"No, no, it's not a dream, I can assure you. However, I was somewhat convinced it was at one point as well. You see," she said, sitting atop a crystal dresser, "it sort of began between when I had died and when... well, this happened. There was something odd, a feeling that I can't describe. In one moment, I was moving on to the Great Ever After, but the next, I'm surrounded by warmth. I felt, trapped, for lack of a better word. I could feel everything around me again, but it was as if all my senses were dulled like a pencil after Twilight's done with it."
Spike snorted, holding back laughter while Rarity blushed.
"Oh, I did so miss that," she sighed, smiling warmly. "Anyways, I had desperately clawed my way out of whatever it was, and it was like I was being overwhelmed in every sense of the word. I couldn't hear despite the noise, I couldn't see despite the light, and I couldn't feel much, despite the sudden cold that wrapped me like a silk blanket. It took me months before I regained full faculties of my awareness, and months more before I could truly recall... well, just about everything. It was like I had forgotten who I was at some point. My earliest memory like this was when I had found myself by a mirror in a boutique, and then I screamed when I saw myself."
She waved her arms around and made a swift spin in place, proudly strutting a leg out and running a clawed hand up her thigh, resting on her buttocks beside her tail's base.
"As you can see, I retained my Cutie Mark. I've no idea why, but I was somehow born anew."
Spike could only stare in shock and awe. The astoundingly beautiful dragoness before him, the perfect fusion of her previous pony form and the divine form of draconic beauty, was one thing. Something that made him drool and struggle to keep a pillow on his lap, but that wasn't what he was focusing on at the moment.
What mattered was what this was.
Another chance.
"So, I suppose I'm back."
Rarity took a more casual stance and cowered slightly under Spike's intense stare. She was starting to worry now. Before, when she had just spoken, he mistook her for some evildoer impersonating her to get their way with him. Now, however, with her somewhat ridiculous story that she still questioned herself? She doubted that he'd be so quick to accept her.
But she prayed, still, he would.
It was the only chance she'd likely ever get. Being reborn in a body that could finally keep up with him, in age and physical prowess, was a boon unlike any other. The little scrap from before did nary a scratch to her perfect scales, and while she could feel his anger then, she felt no actual pain. She knew only her heart could now, and she was hopeful that this time would be all she needed. Even if all it did was cement their friendship again, she could spend years alongside him, decades even, until he was ready to-
Spike rushed out of the bed, cast aside his pillow, got on one knee and took her hand.
"Marry me."
The two words echoed through eternity. Time stopped and all the stars in the universe ceased to shine.
To the two dragons, only this one moment existed.
Rarity blinked.
"Yes."
She muttered the word before her mind had a chance to comprehend what was happening.
Spike scooped her up and kissed her, carrying her into the bed so they may celebrate their reunion. Rarity decided that all of the drama, the talk about inadequacies and longevity, the life she'd lived until this point and the time she'd spent scouring the globe could all wait until another day. This day, only this moment mattered. In five hundred years, only this moment mattered to her. For this was the moment she'd been given the chance to live again.
For hours, Rarity and Spike held on to one another. For an entire day, they stayed in bed, holding each other. Until this moment, the only thing that existed was the loving gaze into one another's eyes, and a kiss that tied their hearts together.
Now, moments after sunset, their hearts beat in sync, and their bodies' instincts took over.
Ever since her reincarnation, Rarity had spent many a night pondering the biology of her newfound form. It took only a few months at most to acclimate to the articulation of a dragon's body, but there was one part that she often dreaded.
The heat cycles.
When she first entered her time of the year, she burned with a need so powerful she'd nearly bowled over two dozen Royal Guards in an attempt to break into Canterlot Castle to find Spike herself. That was when she was but a young thing, her body unable to properly handle the newfound sensations that were only just then starting anew.
But now, in the embrace of the drake she loved, it came to her like a natural fire. The embers started in her chest, her furnace of a heart pounding away as she cuddled up against the wall of muscle and scales she called Spike. Slowly, the fire spread. It reached her nipples first, the little bits of flesh poking into Spike's chest with a little tinge that drove her to a fit of giggles. Further South the fire spread, until it ignited something between her legs. A river of arousal flowed desperately as she grinded her thighs together, the actions caught early on by her drake.
Spike's own body began to undergo its own process, all of the blood in his body rushing downwards to reach his powerful draconic spear. The slit between his legs widened until a bright pink tip emerged, followed by inches upon inches of spine-coated flesh. More and more of the beastly boner throbbed its way out into the air between them, until finally a bloated knot slipped free.
The titanic rod poked between Rarity's thighs, and she clamped her jiggling legs around his meat, shimmying it between her as he fought the urge to growl.
A kiss on the neck reassured him that she was all in for whatever was next.
"Spikey, darling," she whispered, "don't be afraid. I want it all. I want you."
Spurred on, Spike grabbed the softest ass he'd ever felt in his life and thrust between her thighs. The cushiony pillows she had for legs were something he'd fantasized about for years earlier in life. Granted, she was a pony then so he used actual pillows for his fantasies, but the feeling of a warm hide that tickled his ridged dick just right was a level of pleasure all on its own. The feeling of his tip slipping upwards, angling straight between her ass cheeks and bumping against her tail was slowly driving him mad.
As she laid there and watched Spike fuck her thighs, she relished the sensations she never could as a pony. The warmth of his dragon dick bleeding through her scales was scalding in a pleasant way, like dipping into a hot tub and adjusting to the heat in seconds. More so, the heat from his massive frame drowned her in a sense of overwhelming pleasure, the sheer might of him apparent through just his staggering hip thrusts. His muscles held straight above her head, sweat beading down his scales. She watched in awe as the little salty beads highlighted the finer crevices in his hide, and the girth of the muscles underneath. It was as if she were a lowly little hatchling underneath a rumbling, horny god. Running her palms against his sweaty chest, it was as if his very body was carved from the foundation of all reality, an immobile, indomitable bastion made into flesh by ancient magic and given life by the divine avatar of sex incarnate. Leaning up, she ran her tongue across his broad pectorals, using his giant shoulders as a support. If she were to worship the temple of perfection that was his body, then she would mop every single millimeter with her newly elongated tongue. The taste itself was nothing short of astounding, the salt burning into her tongue as she swept up every little bit she could.
Soon, Spike could feel Rarity's cunt pouring out a new tidal wave of arousal, and with but a slight alteration to his angle of thrust, he plunged into her molten core.
They both screamed in pleasure, Rarity from having her second virginity taken by the first proper lover she'd had in either life, and Spike from the sensation of finally achieving the precipice of his love. It was as if her insides were crafted by masters of flesh, sculpted perfectly to take his cock, and only his. In one thrust, they had become united. As one, their hearts synced again, the pulsing of both draconic engines ringing in their genitals like a thousand bells. They stared into one another's eyes again, Rarity heaving as she adjusted to the mass inside her, and Spike panting like a wild animal. Rarity's legs managed to tremble up Spike's sides until she could hook them around his waist, her clawed toes clamping down on the base of his tail.
He roared and pulled most of his length out, teasing her with just the pointed tip, before slamming his entirety into her. Rarity screamed again, her clawed hands ripping the nearby pillows to shreds as she embraced the pure, carnal ecstasy. The beasts were freed to go as they pleased, and the two ceased making love so they could truly fuck.
Spike showed no mercy, smashing his hips down with the ferocity of a mad animal. He pumped and pumped his cock straight into her deepest regions without remorse. His frilled and ridged sides scraped away at the spongey velvet of her quivering pussy, scratching little corners of her insides that Rarity didn't even know existed. For her part, Rarity did all she could in that moment. Moan, claw at Spike's giant musculature, squeeze and milk his dick for all it was worth, clamp her feet as hard as she could at his tail to try and force him to stay inside for more than half a second, but it was all for naught. She'd get the feeling she craved and more than she could have ever comprehended.
In one last thrust, Spike's bloated base had slipped in at last, his gigantic cock buried in to the deepest depths Rarity's body had. He cemented himself in her most precious canal, and with a show of his wings and a roar that released a mighty bellow of flames, he unloaded everything. Like a fire hydrant, his cum burst from his pulsing cock, flooding Rarity's insides in a vain attempt to put out the fire in her core. Yet all it did was pour oil into the inferno, for with the feeling of fullness, the weight of her drake, and the blast of cum gushing inside her, Rarity tipped over the edge and unleashed a torrent of azure flames. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, squeezing and milking his for every single drop he dared to keep from her. Her feet pushed against his stone-like backside, trying to push more of him in as she roared.
The dragoness' pussy was beyond overflowing, with what seemed like gallons squirting out and staining the bedspread beneath them. Spike watched with primal satisfaction as Rarity's gently curved stomach bloated and expanded, growing to nearly twice its size from the volume of pure dragon seed he'd pumped into her. With that, the two stopped for a moment, a quiet calm in the eye of the storm. Spike made a motion as if he were going to pull out, but Rarity's grip on his tail tightened, and she growled.
"No!" she barked. "It's mine! You're mine! And I intend on taking every single little drop that you owe me for the last TWENTY YEARS! Now get back at it!"
Spike's vigor returned in seconds, and for the rest of the night, the two kept going, intent on making up for all the time they'd lost.